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Big Brown Eyes - Eddie Munson x Reader, Part 5

Summary: After your miscommunication with Eddie at the graduation party, Dustin gets to the bottom of where the issue began.

Note: She’s finally here! Thank you everybody who’s asked about this series, it means a lot to me. I hope you enjoy 💙

Warnings: reader has anxiety, mom!reader, ex Steve x reader

Words: 7.9k

[Big Brown Eyes masterlist]

Everett runs over to the tank where the sea turtles are floating around, gliding through the water, and looking as if they have no problems in the world. The little boy’s eyes can’t focus on anything in particular as he tries to take in everything in the large tank. A turtle with a spotted shell swims right in front of Everett’s face and the three-year-old looks like he may pass out in excitement.

“Mommy! Did you see?!”

“I did,” you say, stepping up next to him. You card your fingers through his brown curls as Nancy comes up on your other side, pushing Everett’s stroller which is currently holding his new stuffed otter doll. “The turtles are cool, aren’t they?”

“Yeah!” Everett grins and walks down the length of the glass, following his new turtle friend as it swims along.

Though your eyes follow your son as he walks away from you, you can feel Nancy’s gaze on you. She’s basically been chomping at the bit to talk to you about what happened with Eddie since she’d gotten into your car so the two of you could take Everett to the aquarium. Now that the toddler’s out of earshot, she takes her chance.

“You know you can talk to me, right? About anything.”

“I know,” you say quietly, keeping your eyes on Everett. “I don’t want to talk about it, though.”

“Are you sure?” Nancy asks.

“Yes.”

Everett runs back over to you then, giggling about how cool the turtles are. He lifts his arms up to you and you sweep him up so he can get a better look at the reptiles floating towards the top of the tank.

“What do you think, Everett?” Nancy asks. “Are the turtles your favorite so far?”

His little face scrunches up in concentration as he thinks it over. The little furrow between his brows makes him look uncannily like his father.

“Dolphins,” Everett decides. “But I like the tootles and ottahs, too.”

“Wanna go see what’s next?” you ask. Everett nods his head and scoots down from your arms. His little hand slips into yours as you make your way into the next room. Jellyfish were the next creatures awaiting you. They don’t interest the boy as much and it isn’t long before he’s curled up in his stroller, snoozing gently with his new stuffed otter in his arms as you and Nancy leisurely walk through the rest of the aquarium. Nancy respected you saying you didn’t want to talk about what happened between you and Eddie, but you know she’s still silently itching to know. So, you decide to let it out.

“Okay,” you say with a sigh. There’s a bench at the other end of the room and you nod in that direction. Nancy follows behind you as you push Everett in the stroller. Between the seat and the wall, there’s a big enough gap for you to park the sleeping little boy and sit down next to him.

“What’s up?” Nancy asks as she takes her spot next to you. Taking a moment to collect your thoughts, you watch the bright and colorful fish swimming before you in their tank. The light filtering through the blue water reflects and casts shadows against your face.

“Eddie… He, well, he uh… When I went to ask him if he wanted to go out again, he said yes but he wouldn’t even look at me. Obviously, something was up. I asked him and he starts saying how he’s never dated a mom before and how it’s a lot.” Pressure begins building behind your eyes and you need a moment to take a deep breath before continuing. “He dumped me. Makes sense, though. It was the first time he really saw me be a mom, you know?”

“That’s,” Nancy starts before trailing off with a sigh. “That’s really shitty. I’m sorry that happened.”

Not trusting your voice, you shrug your shoulders and nod your head. Hopefully, Nancy reads that as you accepting her sympathy.

“Yeah,” you manage to get out in a hoarse whisper.

Nancy’s brow wrinkles in confusion as she thinks over your words, though. “But, why would he say yes to a second date at all if he wanted to stop seeing you?”

“I don’t know.” Quickly, you wipe your nose on the back of your hand, trying to dispel the impending tears. “Maybe he wanted to ease me into it. Didn’t want to come out with a flat-out no. Especially with everyone else there at the party.”

“It’s his loss,” your best friend tells you. She rests her hand on your shoulder and gives it a light squeeze. “He’s an idiot and doesn’t know what he’s missing.”

The best you can do is offer her half a smile. It would be pointless to voice your self-deprecating thoughts that state the opposite because, the amazing friend that she is, Nancy would have a rebuttal for all of them. Later, a pep talk would be something that will help you. Right now, it would just go in one ear and out the other.

“Ready to get going? Hopefully, this sleepy head won’t wake up in the middle of his naptime and be a little menace,” you say.

“A menace? Everett? Never.” Nancy’s smirk makes you chuckle as you stand up from the bench.

“He’s Steve’s kid, of course he’s a menace sometimes,” you reply.

“You got me there,” Nancy admits, standing up beside you and walking with you toward the exit.

“What’s going on?”

Dustin doesn’t want to shush his date, but his mind is entirely focused on something other than her. He takes a few steps out of the shadow he and Geri had been standing in when he first noticed you and Nancy walk past him and over to the bench to sit. A smile had lit up his face when his eyes landed on the pair of you, but as soon as he saw the downtrodden expression on your face, he bit his tongue. Dustin hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but how could he not when you were only a few feet away?

She thinks she was dumped, Dustin thinks. Why does she think Eddie was dumping her?

“Dustin?” Geri asks.

“Yeah?” he responds, trying to settle himself back in the present moment.

“You okay?”

“Fine,” he tells her with a smile. “You wanted to go see the penguins, right?”

“Yes!” Geri takes Dustin’s hand and gives it a squeeze as they head in the right direction for the exhibit.

Maybe Steve will know what’s going on. I’ll have to track him down after this date.

The sun is setting as Dustin drives down the lonely road after dropping Geri off at her place. He’d had a nice time with the girl he met at work, but it was obvious to both of them that his mind was somewhere else the last half of the date. Now, he’s heading towards the station to see if Steve’s on call tonight or not.

His car is parked outside in the small parking lot, but Dustin knows there’s a chance his friend could be out on the ambulance for a call. Taking his chance, Dustin gets out of the car and pockets his keys as he walks into the open bay that houses the ambulances.

“Hey, Thompson,” Dustin greets one of Steve’s fellow paramedics.

“Henderson, how ya doing? Looking for Harrington?”

“Yep.”

“He’s inside,” the paramedic says, nodding his head towards the open door that leads to the interior of the station.

Dustin gives him a salute in thanks before walking inside and looking around the small area. He finds Steve in the kitchen, feet kicked up on one chair while he lounges in another, bowl of cereal in his hands.

“Dufstin?” Steve asks, mouth full of Captain Crunch and milk. “Wha’re you doin here?”

“Wanted to talk to you.” Dustin grabs another chair and turns it around before sitting on it backwards and resting his arms on the back.

“Bout?” Steve asks before swallowing what’s in his mouth.

“I had my date today, you know,” Dustin starts.

“Oh yeah. How was it?”

Releasing a sigh, Dustin tilts his head up and stares at the ceiling for a moment before looking back down to Steve who’s shoving another full spoonful of cereal in his mouth.

“Was good. Until I overheard a conversation between your ladies.” Dustin had started referring to you and Nancy as “Steve’s ladies” a couple of years back, and at first, you and Nancy rolled your eyes at the term. But when Dustin offered to change it to “Steve’s girlfriend and baby mama,” you two thought being called ladies wasn’t so bad.

“Oh, they took Ev to the aquarium? That’s funny. Wait–why was your date good up ‘til then?”

“Because I overheard them talking about Eddie.” The look Dustin gives Steve has the older man frowning and straightening his posture in his seat.

“Why’re you staring at me like that?”

“Eddie told me a different story at the party than what I heard today,” Dustin says, ignoring Steve’s question. Steve’s stomach sinks with guilt. Shit, Steve thinks. Eddie told Dustin what happened and now he knows this is all my fault. But Dustin’s next words surprise him.

“What do you know about what happened?”

“Why do you think I’d know anything?” It sounds more defensive than Steve intended, but he knew he’d end up caving and spilling his guts to his best friend anyway.

“You drove her home last night,” Dustin says, raising his eyebrows. “What did she say?”

“She said she’d been dumped.” Suddenly, Steve finds the contents of his bowl interesting and keeps his gaze on the last few pieces of golden cereal floating around.

“Eddie said he just wanted to take things slow because of Everett.” Dustin bites at his bottom lip for a moment, eyes staring at the floor next to him, mind somewhere far away. “Why did she think he was breaking up with her?”

At first, Steve thinks it’s a rhetorical question—and maybe it is. But the way Dustin stays silent, as if waiting for Steve to say something, weighs on him and he feels the need to break the silence.

“I-I don’t know, maybe she…”

“Steve.” The harsh tone of Dustin’s voice has Steve looking up from his bowl, his brown eyes swimming with guilt. “What the hell did you do?”

Conscience finally becoming too heavy to bear, Steve thunks his bowl down on the table and runs his hands over his face. He’s never wished for that alarm to go off for an emergency call more than he does right now.

“Shit,” he hisses. The weight of Dustin’s glare makes Steve’s skin crawl as he sits up properly in his chair and kicks away the second chair he’d had his feet on. “Look, I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. All I said to Eddie was that I didn’t want Everett to become attached to him if he wasn’t going to stick around. Is that so wrong of me?”

“Jesus Steve, they’ve been on one date! They’ve known each other a few weeks!”

“I know. I’m an asshole,” Steve responds, not quite yelling but certainly louder than he was talking before. “I just felt really fucking weird about everything, okay?”

Dustin shakes his head in disbelief before leveling his gaze on Steve again.

“What, did you think she’d be a single mom forever, never fall in love, while you have Nancy?” The question isn’t meant to be mean, but it stings Steve nonetheless. He never wanted anything less than the best for you.

“No! Of course not. She deserves to be happy. It’s less about her–”

“About Everett, yeah,” Dustin interrupts. “Dude, Eddie isn’t trying to be his dad.”

“I know, I know!” Steve pushes himself out of the chair and begins to pace back and forth. Dustin’s eyes track him all the while, as if he’s watching a tennis match. “I just don’t want my son getting hurt.”

“Well, no shit,” Dustin scoffs. “But it looks like things were going fine until you opened your big mouth.”

Steve sighs and ceases his pacing. He purses his lips and stares in the direction of the wildlife calendar on the otherwise blank wall in front of him, lost in thought. Hadn’t he known what he was doing was wrong all along? If it wasn’t wrong, he wouldn’t have tried keeping the conversation secret from those around him.

“What do I do?” he finally asks.

Dustin’s eyes bulge, thinking the answer was the plainest thing in the world. “Fix it!”

“How?” Steve runs his hands through his hair, a sure sign of his agitation. He’d definitely be looking in a mirror as soon as possible to straighten it out. Dustin cocks his head at his friend and shrugs one shoulder.

“Your big mouth got you into this. Try using it to get out of it.”

As if concentrating wasn’t hard enough for you at work on Monday morning, Mrs. Montgomery says that you need to reshelve books in the romance section. Every time you pick up a book there’s either a couple embracing or a title about love or some affection-laced mushiness. It’s nauseating and you don’t even realize you’re slamming the books around until you whack one on the cart too hard and it goes flying halfway down the aisle. A heavy sigh escapes your lips as you trudge over to pick it up. A face pops around the corner and you’re startled to see Nancy standing there.

“I was going to surprise you for lunch,” she says as she comes to stand fully between the bookshelves, “but uh…are you okay?”

“Fine,” you say as you notice the lunchbox Nancy is holding. You take in the flowy floral summer dress she’s wearing and become self-consciously aware that you’re in an old pair of jeans and a black polo shirt.

“Lunch?” Nancy asks, holding the lunchbox up in front of her face.

The two of you go into the back room and she unpacks the sandwiches she made and two cans of coke. She waits until you’re both a few bites into your food before she speaks.

“So, Steve called from the station last night. Said Dustin paid him a visit there yesterday afternoon.”

“Oh?” You pop open your soda and take a fizzy sip.

“Mhmm,” she hums as she finishes the bite she just took. “Apparently, Steve was a bonehead and said something to Eddie at the party.” At the mention of his name, you feel anxious, and it must appear on your face because Nancy rushes to get the next sentence out. “He said he didn’t remember exactly what he said but it was something about not wanting Everett to get hurt. Don’t worry, Steve said as soon as you both get off work this evening, he’ll be over and groveling at your feet. Well, he said he’d apologize but I’m going to make sure he grovels.”

Anxiety turning to anger, you wipe your hands off on a napkin and nod your head. “Nancy, if I murder Steve and the judge is a woman, do you think I’d be able to get away with it?”

Your best friend considers this, tilting her head from side to side as she thinks.

“You’re less likely to get caught if I help you hide the body.”

On Tuesday afternoon, Dustin drives towards Benny’s Burgers with Eddie in his passenger’s seat. Yesterday, Steve had begged Dustin to get Eddie to come to the diner on his lunch break so he could talk to him.

“I’m not leaving you alone with him this time. You need supervision,” he’d told Steve. So, Dustin had called up Eddie and asked if he wanted to grab lunch together the next day. Whether or not he mentioned that Steve would be there, well he figured a lie by omission wasn’t really a lie.

Steve’s standing outside the diner when Dustin pulls into a parking space. Eddie’s brows furrow in confusion and he looks over to see Dustin avoiding his eye.

“Why’s Steve here?”

“He, uh, wants to talk to you,” Dustin says, glancing in his direction.

Eddie sighs and drops his head back against the headrest. He’s not entirely sure how he feels. He isn’t exactly mad at Steve, but he doesn’t have the warmest feelings towards the man.

“You can definitely tell him just to fuck off,” Dustin offers as he unbuckles his seatbelt.

“Nah,” Eddie says with another sigh. “Might as well hear what he has to say.”

Dustin already knows what Steve has to say because they’d practiced it over the phone last night and then again this morning. He didn’t hide the fact from Steve that he was afraid he was going to fuck this up even worse.

Steve awkwardly greets both men as they get out of the car. There’s a tense silence between the three of them as they head inside and sit down at a table. Dustin almost picked a booth but didn’t want to be shoved into a seat with either of them in case things got ugly. The waitress who comes to take their orders has to sense the uneasiness that was settled over the table. Steve waits a few moments after she walks away before clearing his throat and starting his prepared speech.

“Look, Eddie, I shouldn’t have said anything to you the other day. It wasn’t my place.”

“But you’re right,” Eddie says with a shrug. He lifts his eyes from the table to look at Steve where he’s seated across from him. “He’s your son and you want to make sure he’s not gonna get hurt. I don’t want to hurt anyone, that’s why I wanted to talk to her about slowing things down. For Everett.”

“Is that what you said to her?” Steve asks.

Eddie sighs and brings a hand up to rub along his eyebrows. “I tried.” He throws his hand out to the side before nervously rubbing it along his stubble. “But she started to get upset and I got confused.”

“She, uh,” Dustin starts, letting out a small cough, “thought you were breaking up with her.”

“What?” Eddie turns his attention to the younger man, completely flabbergasted by his words. “Why? Why would she think that?”

“Her anxiety,” Steve says, lightly rapping his knuckles against the tabletop. “It makes her brain tell her all kinds of shit that isn’t true.”

“Her insecurities get the better of her,” Dustin adds. “Makes her jump to the worst-case scenario.”

Eddie takes their words in, nodding absentmindedly as he tries to wrap his head around this.

“What? Does she think I don’t find her attractive? Because she’s fucking gorgeous,” he says.

“No, it’s not that,” Steve says with a shake of his head. “Well–it may have crossed her mind, but that’s not what this was about. It’s about her being a mom.”

This only adds to Eddie’s confusion and his face wrinkles up as he squeezes his eyes shut. “Why would that bother me?”

“Unfortunately, it would bother a lot of guys,” Dustin says. Eddie shakes his head in disbelief as if this personally offends him.

“Look,” Steve says, leaning his elbows on the table. “I just wanted to apologize and sit down to talk with you. You seem like a good guy, Eddie. She needs a good guy.”

Eddie’s shoulders slump as he slides down in his seat. The array of emotions he’s felt over the last twenty minutes is enough to give him whiplash. They buzz around his thoughts like bees, but he tries to shake them off and just focus on one thing: you. How he feels about you. How you’re out there thinking that he didn’t want to be with you all because you have the sweetest kid he’s ever met. Bitterness burns his stomach, and he knows he has to talk to you as soon as he can. But would you even hear him out?

“If she thinks I broke up with her, will she even want to see me?”

Dustin nods his head. “Nancy went to see her and told her that this one over here opened his yap when he shouldn’t have.”

It’s all Eddie needs to hear before he’s fishing out his wallet and tossing a twenty on the table. It’s more than enough to cover what he and the other two ordered. Hungry stomach be damned, you’re more important. He’s confident either Steve or Dustin will eat the lunch he ordered, and he gives them a half-assed wave as he jumps out of his seat and heads for the door. Dustin jogs out after him and slaps a hand down on his shoulder.

“I drove you here, Romeo.”

“Oh, right. Could you take me back to the garage so I can get my van?”

“No problem.”

As soon as Eddie gets into his van, he pulls out onto the street and races towards the library. His eyes dart to the clock on his dash and he prays you haven’t had your lunch break yet. Even if you did, it was unlikely the library would have so many people in it that you wouldn’t have a minute to talk. He makes a quick attempt to make himself look as presentable as possible in his rearview mirror before hopping out of the van and taking large strides up to the library door. Brown eyes scan around the room, looking for any sign of you as he makes his way to the front desk. That’s where he’s seen you the most but lets out a little huff when he sees you’re not the employee who is behind the desk today. The brunette on duty tells Eddie that you had been at work that day, but your son was sick, so you went to pick him up and take him home.

The adrenaline that was coursing through Eddie’s veins at the thought of seeing you and maybe sorting this whole mess out starts to dissipate, and it makes his limbs feel heavy and his body sluggish as he makes his way back to the van. Boosting himself inside, Eddie slams the driver’s door and lets his head fall back against the headrest. If Everett is sick, Eddie figures that you probably won’t be up to talking. Maybe he’ll call you after Everett goes to bed and pray that you hear him out. Smacking a hand against the steering wheel out of frustration, Eddie takes a few moments to collect himself before starting the van and heading back to work.

Eddie paces back and forth in front of the phone hanging on the wall of his trailer. The edge of his thumb is being gnawed on by his teeth as the nerves start getting to him. He wasn’t even this scared to call you the very first time. But what if even after he explained the miscommunication you still didn’t want to see him? What if you don’t even want to hear him out at all? What if, what if, what if.

“Just do it,” Eddie grumbles to himself before snatching up the phone. He dials your number and holds the phone against his ear, starting to pace again, but only as far as the cord would let him this time. The phone barely rings once before he hears your sweet voice.

“Hello?”

“Hi,” Eddie says as he brings up his free hand to rub at the back of his neck. “I-Is this a good time?”

“Oh.” Eddie hears the surprise in your voice when you realize it’s him on the line. You didn’t expect him to call? That seems like confirmation that you really did think he was breaking up with you. The thought makes the crack in his heart even deeper.

“I-I went by your work at lunchtime, but they said you had to go get Everett because he was sick. Is he feeling better?”

“Uh, yeah,” you answer. “I gave him something for his fever and he just fell asleep. It’s why I picked up the phone so quickly–I didn’t want it to wake him.”

“Shit, I’m sorry,” Eddie says, heaving a sigh. “I didn’t mean to bother you o-or take your time away from Everett. I guess I just wanted to see if you would be okay to talk for a few minutes after his bedtime because I just couldn’t wait until tomorrow.”

“Why?”

“Because I wanted to tell you at lunch but you weren’t there, and I can’t go another day with you thinking I was trying to break up with you.”

There’s a beat of silence as your brain registers what he just said. To Eddie, it feels like an eternity before you speak.

“Wait. W-What?”

“Sweetheart, I am head over heels, over the moon for you. I was only going to say we should take things slow because of Everett.” Eddie isn’t sure he’s ever poured his heart out for anyone like this, let alone someone he’s only known for a few weeks. But there’s something about you that makes Eddie feel like he could tell you anything and everything–and he practically has over the nights you two have spent on the phone together.

“But you said…” You trail off as the sound of whining comes from Everett’s bedroom.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Eddie says, tone softer and lighter now. “We can talk later. Take care of your boy.”

There’s rustling on the other end of the phone before you reply. “Um, I’m staying home with him tomorrow. Y-You can call or come by after work if you want.”

“How about I call on my lunch break and see how the little dude is feeling? I don’t want to intrude if the poor kid is feeling lousy,” Eddie offers.

“Yeah, okay,” you say. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow, Eddie.”

“Have a good night, sweetheart.”

Everett is still sick when he wakes up the next morning. He spends most of his time curled up on the couch with his head in your lap. The gentle stroke of your fingers through his soft brown locks seems to soothe him as he rewatches the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle VHS that you’ve rewound so many times you’ve lost count. You can tell your son is feeling better as the morning goes on by the way he squirms around and talks more excitedly about what’s happening on the television.

When the telephone rings, Everett’s head pops up and he stares at the phone on the wall. Luckily, he’s shuffled off of you enough that you don’t feel bad for getting up to answer it. Still, you keep your eyes on the little one as you pick up the phone and lean against the wall–mom anxiety is always on duty.

“Hello?”

“Hey,” Eddie says, voice only slightly more confident than it was yesterday.

“Hi, Eddie.”

Everett sits up straight, eyes widening when he hears the name. Despite the mixed feelings that have been churning through your system for the past few days, a small smile graces your lips at Everett’s obvious excitement. Small chubby hands reach up and make a grabbing motion.

“Eddie! Wanna talk!”

“How’s Everett?” Eddie asks before you have a chance to say anything to your son. By the lack of clanging and scraping in the background, you can tell Eddie is on his lunch break though, so probably doesn’t have time to chat with both you and Ev.

“He’s better,” you tell Eddie. “Jealous that I’m the one talking to you right now, actually.”

This makes Eddie chuckle, and the sound sends butterflies flying throughout your whole body.

“He up for a visitor later then?” he asks.

“Honestly, I think he’d love that.” So would you, even though your heart–or is it your anxiety? — is hesitant to admit it.

“What about you?”

The question softens you a little. It reminds you of Eddie’s kind and thoughtful nature and how considerate he’s always been of how you feel. God damn it, Steve, you think. Why’d you have to interfere and mess me up more than I already was?

“Yeah,” you say, nodding your head. “I wouldn’t mind seeing your handsome face either.”

Eddie lets out an exhale and you can practically feel the apprehension releasing from his body, only to be replaced by relief.

“Great,” Eddie says, his voice more chipper than it’s been in days. “I’ll just get cleaned up once I’m off of work and I’ll be there.”

When you hang up the phone, warmth surges through your body. Eddie didn’t want to break up; he only wanted to protect your sweet son from potential disappointment. Leave it to Ev to burrow his way into your boyfriend’s heart within a matter of weeks.

Little did you know, Eddie would say the same about you.

Of course, the first time Eddie experiences traffic in Hawkins is when he’s trying to get home to get ready to see you. He pulls up to a red light and lets out an irritated sigh. His head lolls to the side as he impatiently waits for the signal to go. A store on his right catches his eye and Eddie’s tongue pokes out of his mouth as he ponders the idea rolling around his brain. Deciding to head in, he flicks his blinker on and turns into the shop’s parking lot.

Eddie finds what he’s looking for almost instantly and drives back to his trailer so he can wash up and make himself look presentable for you. He toys with the thought of adding a dab of cologne, but he knows he already smells like oil and gasoline and he’s not sure the cedar scent would mix well with those.

After what seems like a lifetime, Eddie finally arrives at your place and jogs up the steps to your apartment door. A sudden feeling of apprehension bubbles up in his chest. This is the first time he’s going to see you since the misunderstanding where you hastily left with your sleeping son in your arms. Eddie hopes this time his words will come out more concise and he can convey what he really feels, not just enough vague statements that leave blanks large enough for your anxiety to fill in the rest. A giddy, infectious child’s laugh floats through the wood of the door and it brings a smile to Eddie’s face. The sound calms his nerves and gives him the push to raise his fist and knock.

Every beat of his heart from the time he knocks and the time you answer the door makes him feel like his blood is pumping too fast. But your smile when your eyes land on him has him practically melting at your feet, so maybe the rapid rush of blood is all that’s keeping him upright.

“Hi,” you say, biting your lip with a shy smile. It makes Eddie want to combust.

“Hi,” Eddie responds.

“Eddie!” Everett runs over and wraps his arms around the man’s legs. Eddie chuckles and smooths a hand over the boy’s chocolate waves of hair.

“Hey, little dude. You feeling better?”

Everett looks up and nods his head. “Yep!” Your son notices the plastic bag Eddie is holding and tries to peer inside. “Whassat?”

“Honey, let Eddie inside before you try and mug him,” you say, ushering Everett back into the apartment. Eddie chuckles as he steps inside and crouches down in front of Everett. You watch the pair of them as you close the door and there’s a fullness in your heart you’ve never felt before.

“Well,” Eddie says, setting the bag down on the floor next to him. “I heard you weren’t feeling so great, so I thought I’d bring you a little something.” He pauses and lets out a sigh. “But it seems you’re feeling better now, so I guess you won’t want it.”

“No, no, no!” Everett protests, bouncing up and down on the spot. “I do, I do want it!”

“You sure?” Eddie teases, raising his eyebrows at the boy.

“Yes!” Everett promises.

“Okay, if you’re sure.”

Your son is practically vibrating out of his skin as Eddie reaches into the bag and pulls out a Spider-Man action figure. Everett’s eyes widen and his hands come up, but don’t reach for the toy. He seems too transfixed to consciously move his arms to take it. Eddie chuckles and glances over at you.

“You like Spider-Man, right?” he asks.

Everett nods and finally reaches his little arms forward to take the doll from Eddie’s grasp.

“He’s da bess,” Everett replies, his voice revealing that his sinuses are starting to get worse again now that evening is approaching.

“What do you say?” you prompt.

“Thank yew! So’s much!” Everett flings himself forward and wraps his arms around Eddie’s neck. It’s such a strong squeeze for a little boy and it takes Eddie by surprise. He doesn’t hesitate to hug your son back, though. A large ringed hand rubs up and down his small back.

“You’re very welcome.”

Everett pulls back and stares at the toy. A grin lights up his face, dimples on full display, and runs back over to the couch. He hops up and kicks his tiny legs over the edge as he moves Spider-Man’s arms and legs into different positions.

“You didn’t have to—,” you start, but Eddie cuts you off.

“I brought something for you, too.” He pushes himself up to his feet and picks the bag back up. You’re shaking your head, but Eddie just smiles as he pulls out a Tupperware container. “Made some more of those cherry cobbler bars for you last night.”

You accept the baked goods from him and shake your head again. Eddie would’ve thought you were rejecting it if it weren’t for the soft smile on your lips.

“Okay, I’m going to ask you again. Where's the catch with you?” you ask.

“Hmm,” Eddie muses as he slips his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. “Pretty sure we’ve discovered that it’s me not being able to articulate the things I’m thinking.”

“I guess that mixed with my anxiety-riddled brain is the perfect recipe for some miscommunication, huh?”

Eddie opens his mouth to respond, but Everett lets out a sneeze loud enough to wake everyone on your floor. He looks at the boy as you check your watch and let out a sigh.

“Time for more medicine, Mister,” you announce. Everett pouts and flops back on the couch. The medicine makes him drowsy, so you know that once he takes it, he won’t be grumpy for long. “Come on, you know it makes you feel better.”

“Blech,” Everett groans as he keeps his eyes on the superhero doll in his hands.

Eddie heads towards the couch while you set the Tupperware down in the kitchen and pick up the bottle of Everett’s grape-flavored medication. The little cup it gets poured into has some medicine from this morning now sticky on the bottom of it, so you wash it out as Eddie takes a seat.

“When I was little,” Eddie tells Everett, “my uncle would give me medicine and it tasted so bad.”

“Mine too!” Everett says, pushing himself up to a seated position.

“He taught me a trick though,” Eddie says. “If I pinched my nose closed, I couldn’t taste it!”

“Like if ya swimmin’?” Everett asks.

“Exactly like that!” Eddie takes his thumb and forefinger and plugs his nostrils shut to demonstrate. Everett giggles and copies the action.

“Okay, let’s test it out then,” you say as you bring over the dosage for him. He still looks a little hesitant, but Eddie shoots him a wink and the boy nods his head and holds his hand out for the medicine. The new action figure gets put down on the cushion next to him so he can use the other hand to pinch his nose closed.

An amused look is shared between you and Eddie as Everett takes a deep breath to steady himself before he downs the grape syrup like you would a shot of vodka. Once he’s swallowed, Everett holds his nose for a moment longer before letting go. He pauses, determining if Eddie’s tactic worked or not. A small gasp escapes his lips as he turns to Eddie with wide eyes.

“It wasn’t icky!” he exclaims.

“Alright!” Eddie holds his hand up for a high five, which Everett returns enthusiastically. You toss the empty cup into the sink before plopping down on the other side of Everett from Eddie.

It doesn’t take long for the medicine to kick in and Everett’s eyes begin to droop. His head rests against your arm and you gently coax him into your lap so it will be easier to take him to bed without too much jostling. His clogged nose means when Everett finally does fall into a deep sleep, he’s snoring like a bear cub in hibernation. Slowly, you tighten your grip on him and rise to your feet.

“I’ll be right back,” you whisper to Eddie, who nods in return. Everett stays in his medication-induced slumber as you lay him down in his bed and tuck his powder blue blanket around him. You place his new Spider-Man action figure on top of his nightstand and gently lay his otter stuffie by his side. Some hair has flopped down into his eyes, so you brush it back and press a soft kiss to his forehead.

“Goodnight, baby.”

When you walk back out into the living room, Eddie is leaning back on the couch, fidgeting with the rings on his fingers.

You plop down in your previous spot, unsure of what to say now that Everett is no longer there as a buffer. What you really want to do is lean over and press your lips against his. You’re aware that’s not the best idea though, so you bite at your lower lip instead.

“I missed you,” Eddie finally says.

“I missed you, too.” Your voice is quiet, but you’re glad the ice has been broken.

Eddie turns towards you and leans in. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t clear about what I was trying to say at the party.”

Shrugging your shoulders, you offer him an apologetic smile. “I didn’t really let you finish.”

He scoots in a little closer to you and looks at you with those doe eyes that make your heart feel like it’s bouncing on a trampoline. When his tongue comes out to lick over his lips, all you can remember is the way it felt up against yours in the back of his van at Lover’s Lake. Was that really only a week and a half ago? It simultaneously feels like it was ages away and just happened yesterday.

“Steve put all this in your head, didn’t he?” you ask.

“Well…yeah,” Eddie admits, looking sheepish. You admire the fact that he doesn’t want to come out and throw the father of your child under the bus, even if that's where the blame belongs. “But that doesn’t mean it’s not true. I’d hate myself forever if I ever disappointed that little dude.”

The thoughtfulness Eddie continues to show towards your son only has you falling farther down the rabbit hole for him. It eases a worry you didn’t even know you had. Steve’s words to him may have some validity, but it was not his place to say any of these things to Eddie. Steve was definitely taking Everett to his next dentist appointment after pulling this.

“Steve has never been one for keeping quiet,” you tell Eddie. “And I get that he’s concerned about his son, but Everett is my son, too. I always intended to move slowly because of him.”

Eddie considers this, but you can see in his tense posture that he’s not completely mollified.

“You didn’t know I was going to be at the graduation though,” Eddie says, his shoulders slumping with a sigh. “I should’ve told you.”

“No, it was a nice surprise,” you assure him. He still doesn’t look convinced, so you reach out and take one of his hands in your own. The warmth envelops your cold fingers, and the rough calluses feel steadying and calming against your softer skin. “Everett remembering you and warming up to you instantly was nice, too. You and I just hadn’t discussed how we were going to be in front of him yet. I think that talk would’ve saved us all this confusion.”

“I swear, I wasn’t trying to end anything. I just—if Everett got attached and then for some reason this didn’t work out, I’d hate to hurt him. And I never want to cross a line. If I ever do, please call me out on it. With you or Everett.”

Your top teeth begin to worry at your bottom lip as you nod your head. An odd sensation fills your body; like you’re lightheaded and weighed down all at the same time. It isn’t because of Eddie’s words—or is it? The confirmation that he wasn’t breaking up with you—the live, in person, seeing-the-words-coming-directly-from-his-mouth confirmation, you realize, has relieved you. Relief. Relief that the pain you thought you were being forced to endure was unsubstantiated. Relief that Eddie seeing you be a mom didn’t drive him away—though that is something you still want to talk to him about. Relief and pure joy at the fact that Eddie wants to be with you. It’s dizzying, honestly. But there’s still the matter that all of this confusion was put upon you both in the first place.

“That’s why we have this talk,” you assure him, voice strong yet hushed. “Be boring adults and figure out the boundaries so we can go back to making out like teenagers.”

Eddie chuckles. “I like the sound of that.”

Taking a deep breath, you give his hand a squeeze. “I know Everett doesn’t know what dating is. His whole life he’s known there’s Daddy and Nancy, and there’s Mommy. Because he’s so young, I don’t think he’ll have a problem seeing you gradually become a part of his life. But I do think it should be gradual.”

“That’s smart,” Eddie says with a nod of his head. “None of us should be moving too fast.”

“He clearly likes you,” you say, giving a small chuckle. “I think for now though, maybe it’s better if he sees you in group settings. Like, when he sees his aunts and uncles. Every time the kids get together, they ask if Everett can make an appearance. He can get to know you as one of the gang.”

“Yeah, that sounds good,” Eddie says. “I want you to always tell me what you’re comfortable with. You’re his mom first.”

“I’m your girl too though, right?” The way you jut out your bottom lip and give him an over-the-top pout has Eddie laughing and leaning in to press a kiss to your temple.

“Baby, nothing would make me happier than that.”

“Just…one thing.” The way your body tenses and you look away from him makes Eddie nervous. There’s this niggling thing in the back of your mind and you know your brain will never let you rest until you talk about it. “Tell me honestly. Me being a mom doesn’t bother you? At all?”

“Sweetheart, no.” A frown settles onto Eddie’s face and his eyes are filled with steel sincerity. “I adore you. Every part I’ve seen of you so far, it’s only made me crazier for you. Including the mom side. I see how strong and resilient you are all while being the most compassionate and attentive mother to that wonderful little boy. You’re a damn superhero in my opinion.”

This gets a smile out of you, and that’s all it takes to wipe Eddie’s downtrodden expression away. He leans in and presses his lips against your forehead.

“Like Spider-Man?” you ask. It makes Eddie chuckle against your skin.

“Even better than Spider-Man, baby.”

“Don’t say that to Everett.”

“Mm, I’m pretty sure he knows his mom is way better.”

“Ah, see that’s a boundary,” you say, poking your finger into his chest. “You can’t lie to me.”

Eddie playfully rolls his eyes before leaning in and nuzzling his nose into the ticklish spot he’s discovered is on the side of your neck. It causes you to break out in giggles and throw your hand over your mouth so they don’t wake your sleeping son.

“Not a lie,” Eddie mumbles.

“Fine, fine,” you say.

He pulls away from your neck and Eddie sits back up straight, looking at you, his eyes shining with admiration and fondness. You’re not sure you’ll ever get used to how he looks at you. You hope you never do.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” you ask.

“Do I get to hold you?”

“Of course.” A smile comes to your lips, and you give a gentle tug on Eddie’s hand. “But get comfortable first. You’ve got to be warm in your leather jacket and boots.”

“Mm,” Eddie hums as he pushes himself off of the couch with a cheeky smile. “Coulda just said you wanted me to undress.”

“I knew you were going to say that,” you admit with a soft giggle. Warmth comes to your cheeks just at his suggestive joke; what would happen when you two finally do start going further?

Eddie takes his boots off and rests them next to your shoes by the front door and hangs his jacket on a peg attached to your hall closet. When he comes back over to the couch, he leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead before plopping down next to you–closer than before. Not close enough for your liking, though. You scoot closer to him, and he takes the hint to wrap his arm around your shoulders as you snuggle up to his side.

“Hi,” you say, tilting your head up to look at him.

“Hi,” Eddie answers. His eyes scan your face. You can tell he’s admiring you and it brings a mixture of flattery and self-consciousness at the same time. When his eyes find your lips, they stay there the longest before he finally looks back up into your eyes. “Been wanting to kiss you since I last did it,” he murmurs in a soft voice.

“So do it.”

The words barely leave your mouth before his lips attach to yours. Eddie’s hand comes up to cup the side of your face, his thumb gently caressing your cheekbone. The kiss is full of longing and reassurance, both of you wanting the other so badly and just as fiercely wanting to show each other that you’re not going anywhere. When you part, Eddie nuzzles his nose against yours.

“So, uh, movie?” he asks.

“Right.” You stand up and pick Ghostbusters out of your stack near the television and eject the tape you’ve been watching with Everett all day to pop this one in. Eddie’s arms are back around you the moment you sit down. As much as you love this movie, there’s something you’d rather be doing.

“One last boundary?”

“Mm?”

“You gotta kiss me whenever Ev isn’t around. Gotta make up for all the times we can’t, ya know?”

“Oh, you don’t have to tell me twice.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fanfic #BBE

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thewakingcloak · 3 months

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The State of Things Present

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I kept trying to make this post fancier and better and more engaging, and then I realized I was doing that thing where I make myself too overwhelmed to actually finish and post it. The other thing was I kept gunning for a once-a-week posting, and uh… yeah that's not sustainable. So here we go!

The Ghost of Spacefarer Present appears before you He whispers, very quietly, yet in a voice that resonates: "Time to resurrect the Spacefarer"

Ok so the spacefarer (me??) was very tired, but he's awake now and doing things!

Life status

We moved! My wife and kids and I packed up and headed some miles south of our previous house. It was a risk for sure. We didn't know how things would pan out. We really needed to get away from our old environment, our old town, our old house. We loved that house, and we'd said so to each other many times even as we were halfheartedly searching for a new one. But at some point that house had become too burdened with bad memories and traumas, not to mention that after the pandemic, we had no more real roots there. Everyone had moved away, the communities we were involved with had disbanded or changed. And anyway, my wife would be starting a new teaching job down south.

We were fortunate enough to find a new house we loved, and fortunate enough to be in a position where we could actually make the move. I'm aware this is a privilege, given the economy and the market, and so I can only express my thankfulness and consider it a blessing, especially as we healed through our grief.

I have an improved office now! This is where I work on my day job (software/web dev) and my unday job (Studio Spacefarer). With my genetics stacked against me, but also with my desire to be able to keep up with my kids and be there for my family, I collected a standing desk, a walking pad treadmill thing, and an ergonomic keyboard. I'm walking or at least standing most of the day now, which has made a surprising difference already.

I was gonna post a wider view of the office, but my 3yo son ran up while I was taking pictures and started "working" (mashing the keypad), so this is automatically the better pic. Them's the rules.

Anyway, in short, we made it, and it hasn't been a smooth ride the entire time, but it has been well worth it. I've been able to get back into gamedev, which has been a huge boon to my mental health too.

Speaking of… (ghostly drumroll)

Game status!

The good stuff. Here's where I'm at presently with Episode III!

The game is completable from start to end (definitely NOT feature complete)

Jumping, swimming, and dashing all work like a charm and are super fun

Three enemy types have been added, including custom A* pathfinding for the sea monster

Two new collection mechanics (one is heart containers, the other will be a small surprise)

Depth sorting and fake-3D, as mentioned previously, which lets me do lots of fun effects

Day/night are now on a new system, and cave darkness is now a thing (I tried to implement this in PD2 but couldn't figure it out)

Palette swapping for night and lighting effects now uses GameMaker's built in layer effects

Much of the game is now decorated

Updated the game's palette to be more pleasing

Better borderless windowed mode, frame toggling, etc. (I'd made a post about a third party plugin I used to do this previously, but not long after that, GameMaker added an official setting to be toggleable at runtime, so I switched to that… much easier lol)

New audio library which has been a MASSIVE boon (Juju's Vinyl)

New flexible debug/inspector mode which allows me to change values on the fly more easily

State machine rewrite using structs instead of data structures--extremely flexible and less error-prone (in fact the data structures here were the #1 cause of crashes in Episodes I and II)

Save system rewrite, also using structs instead of data structures (thus fixing the #2 cause of crashes in the first two episodes)

Adjusted the way walls get displayed in interiors--will make a post on this later

Lots and lots and lots and lots of bug fixes

Post end status!

I'm not exactly sure how to wrap this up lol, but y'all can be encouraging me, if you have the emotional space to do so! There's still a lot left to do on PD3, and it can be very daunting at times.

Next post up will be looking forward to the future of Studio Spacefarer. I'm very excited about this! Keep an eye out!

#gamedev #indiedev #the waking cloak #devlog #devblog #game development #protodungeon #gamemaker

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themonotonysyndrome · 3 months

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I’m such a huge fan of your fan fiction! Congratulations on it so far! 🫶🏽

Is it possible if you can write a quick Rhett x water ascendant listener one shot the last one was so good and idk it’s just hits different

Anyways THANKS FOR READING 💗🫶🏽

Awww, thank you for your compliment, uh... Dishes? DKJFNDJKF You're very kind.

Hmm... sure! One Rhett x Queen Ascendant coming up!

Water and serenity always go hand-in-hand for the new Queen of Intacia. It's harmony on Earth, especially after long hours locked behind doors with the Parliament. With warm sunlight softly kissing her bare shoulders and her fingertips lightly brushing the water's surface, Isolde sighed as the stress and tension of the day melted like snow.

"I should ask Celly if a Regent can take a day off from work," She mused, basking like a spoiled cat near the Palace's fountain. "If not, I'm sure Rhett can be convinced to do a public holiday of sorts after a few rounds in bed." Pleased with the idea, Isolde mentally planned a day where she and her bestie could shop for some new lingerie.

Some rustling bushes suddenly catch her attention. A rather fat squirrel with a cookie in its mouth immediately darted out, followed by a little boy. Bits of twigs and leaves are sticking out from his ruffled hair, and his rosy cheeks are dirtied. Actually, his little clothes, too.

Isolde watches in bafflement as the little boy cries out, "Nooooo! Gimme 'ack my cookie!"

Alas, the squirrel paid no heed to the desperate words of the boy and scurried off onto a tall tree with its prize, vanishing between the branches and holes.

"Well. You don't see that every day. I supposed the kitchens would need to be warned and keep an eye out for the furry thief." Isolde decided and went over to comfort the now crying boy. The hems of her dress became muddy (not that she paid it any mind. Clothes can always be washed, after all) when she crouched down and searched for any sign of injuries on the boy. "Hey, hey - it's alright, ok? You're alright. Has Mr. Squirrel been bullying you all day?" Isolde asks softly. If so, the Palace might need to do some emergency pest control. Wouldn't want the local animals to become the next force to attempt to overthrow the palace.

"Mama... mama gave me a cookie 'cause I'm a good boy," The little one hiccuped a sob. "I w-waited and waited all day for Mama in the big kitchen."

Ah, this child must be the son of one of the Palace's chefs. This won't do. This won't do at all. Isolde will not allow this little boy to be sad any longer.

With the utmost seriousness befitting of a queen, she announced, "A reward must be given to good boys. More so after he had been unjustly denied. This I ordained as so."

The little boy's face scrunched up, confused at such big words, but nevertheless, allowed Isolde to hold his hand and bring him towards the water fountain. The innocence of a child could not grasp the concept that he's being doted upon and entertained by royalty.

After gently hoisting him up so the little boy can sit beside her, Isolde knows just the thing that can cheer him up. "While we will venture to the kitchen and conquer it as it's within our dues, first, we must be presentable!" She waves her arm over the water. Her fingers begin moving like a master pianist.

The little boy's eyes widen in awe, in excitement as water dances around him. Isolde hums and twirls a finger, making the floating water take the shapes of sea animals like whales, otters and dolphins. For the new few minutes, a cheerful giggle enveloped the garden as Isolde cleaned the dirt off of the boy's face, hands and head with magic.

If you told an Intacian and Imperial from centuries ago that a Water Ascendant is performing parlour tricks to an Intacian boy, neither of them would've believed you.

And when Rhett stumbled upon the two, it's that notion that he works hard on becoming a reality.

#monotony's rambling #desmond asmr #fanfic #rhett #queen ascendant (oc)#hope you enjoyed this!

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weergang · 4 months

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Because no one asked you any, I ask ALL! all 100.

Anon.... thanks I guess.

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1. whats your favorite thing in your room?

In the room i'm currently in? the bed.

2. how tall do you wish you were?

I'm perfectly tall enough already.

3. what color is your hair?

Blond with some grey

4. whats a rare fear that you have?

Fish creep me out.

5. are you single?

Unfourtunatly yes

6. has your heart ever been broken?

.. Oh look next question

7. what was your favorite thing as a kid?

Lego

8. favorite coping mechanism?

Shutting everyone out and suffering alone.

9. whats your favorite love language?

Making other people happy

10. how often do you get nervous?

Rarely

11. if you had three wishes, would you use them?

I'd think very hard about it.

12. if you could be fluent in any language which one would it be?

Always been currious about Russian.

13. where do you wish to live?

I'm good where I live. New Zealand would be cool too I guess.

14. what’s something surprising about you?

I'm nicer in person, people seem to be surprised about that.

15. when did you last shower?

Today

16. when did you first join tumblr?

17. do you want any tattoos? if so, where, what, and why?

Maybe, if I do I want the traditional sailing ones. that tell the story of my accomplishments at sea

18. whats the most prominent dream youve had?

I don't dream.

19. whats your dream job?

I honestly like my job you know, people are always surprised when I say that. Maybe work on one of those tall ships?

20. whats your ideal date?

Forrest walk, tea, book shop.

21. what do you wish you could do better?

Talk to people

22. what country would you live in if you could?

Why does this question imply that I couldn't live somewhere else?

23. whos the best person you know?

.. I thought I knew the answer to this one.

24. have you ever walked into something you shouldnt have? A door.

25. whats your favorite holiday?

Depends on who I'm with. I've always enjoyed the Christmas season tho.

26. when have you been most embarrassed?

Idk nothing comes to mind so quickly.

27. whats your favorite halloween costume?

Never did halloweens, not a thing in my country.

28. what are you best at?

Well I'm worst at telling what i'm best at that's for sure.

29. do you know how to tie your shoes?

Yes

30. do you have siblings? Yes

31. if you could know one thing about the future what do you wanna know?

NOOO I DON"T WANT TO KNOW!

32. whats a dealbreaker for you?

Don't ever lie to me. keep a secret, refuse to talk about something, all fine. but don't lie.

33. whats your favorite current class?

not in school anymore son.

34. how many people have you dated?

35. how often do you wash your hair?

Every working day.

36. do you daydream? what about?

Everything

37. where do you go to be alone?

Home

38. which parent do you like more?

No preference

39. whats the one standard you hold yourself to?

40. whos voice do you enjoy?

41. if you could announce one thing to the world what would it be?

Me talking to the whole world? are you out of your mind.

42. whats one thing you wanna do but havent yet?

Start a family.

43. what do you wish you never did?

Waste my early twenties to a depression.

44. do you believe in life after death?

Maybe

45. do you prefer book over movie?

Both have their own charmes. but books.

46. whats your favorite season?

Autumn

47. whats your favorite time of day

Sunrise

48. do you have a beloved stuffed animal?

Yes

49. whens a time you wish you acted differently?

To many to name.

50. what’s something you wish that you never bought?

.. no idea man.

51. do you have your own room?

On the ship? Yes everybody has their own cabin. At home I have a whole apartment for myself :P

52. whats your favorite book?

Pick one, nuh uh. What if the others get jealous

53. who’s someone you hate?

-redacted-

54. whats your best hottake?

I never understood what a hottake is supposed to be

55. whats your favorite game?

The one you enjoy with friends

56. whens a time you felt real genuine fear?

Last week, clibing 60 meters up the cranes.

57. are you a morning person?

yes

58. do you drink enough water?

Does the water inside all other beverages count towards this question? yes.

59. how different are you from the little kid you used to be?

Alot

60. do you enjoy tumblr?

yes.

61. have you ever had a tumblr experience that made you wanna delete the app?

no, to many friends here

62. whats your least favorite game?

the ones where people play with other peoples feelings.

63. were you a markiplier fan?

A what?

64. how do you respond to compliments?

Uncomfortably. I've learned to say thank you.

65. whats something that would make you fall in love?

genuinity

66. do you believe in marriage?

marriage is a fact, can't not believe it it mate. people get married everyday. you want to deny that??

67. do you have a crush on someone?

68. do you like tumblr?

see 60

69. were you a voltron stan?

a who?

70. whats your favorite ship?

Sunset Dawn

71. whats your favorite song?

Birds morning call out over the fields

72. do you like loud crowds?

nooooo

73. have you ever created conflict on purpose?

Yes, it was hilarious

74. how do you sleep?

In bed

75. do you bite your lips?

Occasionally

76. do you use chapstick?

77. do you have any pets?

no :( Can't have pets when you're never home, that's unfair to them.

78. what color are your eyes?

Green

79. what’s something you wish you could change about yourself?

80. have you ever had surgery?

Several times.

81. whats your least favorite animal?

82. whats something that youre really bad at?

Thinking of more witty answers to this list that never ends.

83. do you have an sqishmellows?

no, i don't like marshmellows.

84. do you enjoy fast food?

not in particular.

85. do you like soda?

occasionally

86. what grade are you in?

I finished school half a decade ago.

87. do you wear any jewelry?

one necklace.

88. what socials do you use?

Tumblr

89. whats your lowest grade in school right now?

not in school

90. whats the latest youve stayed up till?

can't get any later then midnight. after that it's early again.

91. did you ever have bangs?

this is about hair right? don't think so.

92. what trends did you hate?

ooh quite a lot of them

93. whats your favorite item of clothing?

clothes are basically all functional to me.

94. do you like dinosaurs?

sorry to break the news but they dead.

95. whats your opinion on body hair?

it's hair, grow up.

96. whats your least favorite time?

time for saying goodby

97. do you make a wish at 11:11?

nah, I just give candy to the kids that come at the door to sing a song.

98. do you have your phone on military or regular?

The what???? My phone is a stock off the shelf from a general brand. nothing military about it. I'm not in the military so I shouldn't have a military phone.

99. have you ever been to church?

yes

#anon thanks #but please don't do that again #weergang

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flarebean · 2 years

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sealed siblings ending

ghost is restrained

hollow is shattered

hornet is barely alive and subsisting on meager scraps of soul sieved from the air

it's hollow's turn to be a hero again

since only they can 'leave' - hollow can return to the Void Sea

(and then struggle out of it, if they're sufficiently determined)

but they're only a shade

it's tough being a shade they have to be so careful

the doors don't budge. they're not dreamer-sealed anymore but they're still pretty hefty. hollow doesn't know how to undo the simpler lock (relatively. it's still awfully complicated, given the pale king's... pale-king-ness)

hollow knows a Lot of spells. none of them are helpful either.

at least ghost is keeping the infection back pretty well. that's one less horde of reanimated, hostile corpses to think about

the white lady is blind, and she can't sense them because she senses the Life of their shell (which they aren't... wearing.)

fantastic news! quirrel is Not Dead

he got his ass kidnapped by relic seeker lemm to talk about hallownest

he's doing... ok. not interested in very much, fighting, adventuring, or scholarly pursuits

yeah sure he's talking to lemm but it's for lemm's uses. it's not like he's contributing his intellect much.

he never could shake the desire to be useful, anyway. and lemm has loads of questions.

(lemm deliberately has new questions every day. nobody mentions this.)

anyway hollow is like. heyyyyy my sister's tutor guy!

can you uh

can you help me open this... door,,, ahaha,,,,,

hornet is stuck in there and she's not supposed to be...

(it is all nervous void chirping. quirrel and lemm have no idea what they're trying to say, it's just a jabbering of anti-sounds.)

lemm: quirrel is that the

quirrel: the statue

lemm: yes that

quirrel:

quirrel: yeah id say so. probably. maybe.

hollow can hit things decently well as a shade, but not write, so

they teach hollow some kind of buggy morse code thing. inspired by deepnest but not made by deepnest, because while it's sometimes too dark in deepnest for sign, it's... also too noisy in deepnest for a click code because of all the garpedes rumbling around

quirrel can't open the door either, it turns out. it's um. it needs a LOT of soul power. the mask thing opened it for a while, but the resealing shut it again. it's only going to open if you can remove all radiance traces, which would be. kind of difficult if you can't get in to smack her.

anyway, hollow goes to flop despondently at dirtmou- what are those tents

grimm's not too pleased about his grimmchild charm being stuck in there either

what is UP fellow vessel can i interest you in moth tales of a nail-less nail

owo? what's that?

so hollow and grimm scoot out to get the dream nail

first they try using it on grimm to wayfind to radiance from rhe nightmare heart's bit of the dream realm

doesn't work. realm's huge. like, stupidly huge. infinitely huge.

???

they find godseeker somehow and hollow has to do a no-hit perfect run to kill abs rad

at least those 1001 spells come in handy for once

hyah

they don't have the shade lord to literally eat the moth whole but he's got ol grimmboy to assist in tearing her into teeny tiny little shreds (sorry sis my SON) and steal her fancy dream crown (here you take it i got nightmares and that's good enough for me)

so radiance is banished from the unshadow realm i guess

she has to hastily put together a Real Body because boy howdy her dream-existence has been shredded

seer picks up a caterpillar(angry) and starts rehab

door open! siblings unbound! son badge retrieved! wahoo!

#hollow knight au #hollow knight #hollow knight thk #thk #it's hollow's turn to be a hero again #player one; it's your turn

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fanficandtheories · 2 years

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This is so not capri related AT ALL but I need to weep and I can’t think of a better way than moping on Tumblr. I read ‘Call Me By Your Name’ after a lot of deliberation. I never tried to read it because I didn’t want anything to dull the film for me. I never wanted to say shit like “the book is better than the movie”. CMBYN was the first film I truly deeply loved and cherished. I don’t know what that says about me, but I like it on an unhealthy level. It’s too precious for me and the idea that anything would make it smaller in my mind was so devastating.

Anyway, I did read it and you did not ask, but I will tell you (!!) the movie and the book fucking complement each other. There are a lot of plot points that are different and they work wonderfully in both ways. The movie’s script is obviously written with the intent to Please on a screen, but the book, holy shit the fucking book. No one, I mean.. absolutely no one has the right to do that to me. It’s so brutally offensive how Andre Aciman made me weep… weep through the end of it... The fucking audacity to write the way he did… nuh-uh.

The writing is too beautiful, Elio is even more relatable and loveable. You see a lot of things you don’t in the film, the more evasive ideas, they’re detailed in Elio’s narration. It’s too GOOD to be a real book. And not to mention, when my imagination failed to capture the beauty of a scene, guess what, my memory of the movie provided it!! Fucking hell. So it’s easy to break down and cry over the overwhelming flood of emotions in my throat.

Emotional wreck, forever moping woman. That’s what I am reduced to now.

Between this and getting turned on by ‘girl in redI’, I’m starting to question my sexuality, well, nvm. Anyway, here’s a bunch of quotes that I found tooo heart-wrenching, sweet, honest and something.

He was more me than I had ever been myself, because when he became me and I became him in bed so many years ago, he was and would forever remain, long after every forked road in life had done its work, my brother, my friend, my father, my son, my husband, my lover, myself.

“Did I have a spot?” he asked with a half grin.

“You’ll always have a spot.”

I wanted to tell him that the pool, the garden, the house, the tennis court, the orle of paradise, the whole place, would always be his ghost spot. And you’re suddenly there, lighting up your first cigarette of the day—twenty years ago today. For as long as the house stands, this will be your ghost spot—and mine too, I wanted to say.

All I knew was that I had nothing left to hide from him. I had never felt freer or safer in my life.

I responded, getting all worked up myself over someone I had almost entirely stopped thinking about. Time makes us sentimental. Perhaps, in the end, it is because of time that we suffer.

“You are the only person I’d like to say goodbye to when I die, because only then will this thing I call my life make any sense. And if I should hear that you died, my life as I know it, the me who is speaking with you now, will cease to exist. Sometimes I have this awful picture of waking up in our house in B. and, looking out to the sea, hearing the news from the waves themselves, He died last night. We missed out on so much. It was a coma. Tomorrow I go back to my coma, and you to yours. Pardon, I didn’t mean to offend—I am sure yours is no coma.”

We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster than we should that we go bankrupt by the age of thirty and have less to offer each time we start with someone new.

I’d stare at the water that evening and for a split second forget that he wasn’t here any longer, that there was no point in turning back and looking up to the balcony, where his image hadn’t quite vanished.

I can, from the distance of years now, still think I’m hearing the voices of two young men singing these words in Neapolitan toward daybreak, neither realizing, as they held each other and kissed again and again on the dark lanes of old Rome, that this was the last night they would ever make love again.

Whom else would I ever be able to call by my name?

#this post is pure moping #Tumblr therapy #I never needed my heart anyway #Call me by your name #the fucking audacity #somebody help me T_T #andre aciman #call me by your name #the book

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the-passenger-if · 2 years

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MORE PROMPTS roach and newman heart eyes over something horizon's doing without realizing

Prompt under the cut.

“But there aren’t as many representations of the whale as it used to,” that’s how Horizon finishes the riveting tale of Sadalsuud’s fixation with sea life.

Roach taps their lips with their fingers as if they were considering the Domini’s words. Newman knows their companion enough to recognize they’re barely holding back an amused smile.

The three of them are strolling down the yard after a Calling in the meditation cabin. Once alone, Newman alluded to a question one of the Yellow Scrubs had brought up. Horizon didn’t mind filling in the blanks about Sadalsuud’s past.

“That whale surely–” Roach’s colorful addition is interrupted by somebody calling out for Horizon.

“Domini,” Velour says once they are close enough to be heard without raising their voice.

Horizon turns to face their assistant. Their expression, however, goes from inquisitive to bemused when they notice the worried look on the kid’s eyes, and their tense rictus. “Tell me,” they say.

Velour stops in front of the three of you, stare fixed on their Domini. “Dahlia’s, uh, son. He’s come back.”

Horizon nods once. The smallest of frowns flashing on their face before disappearing behind a mask of neutrality. They take five steps in the direction Velour came from–the front gate–before remembering Newman and Roach are there too. The Domini turns around, offers them an apologetic smile. “I have to take care of this, but it won’t take me long.”

“Then, we might as well go with you,” Newman says. Maybe they are bored, maybe they are curious about this new person showing up in the ranch and the way Velour and the Domini reacted.

Horizon blinks once.

“Yeah,” Roach interjects, “Dahlia… Dahlia… that’s the fifty-something woman, right? Used to smoke like a chimney but doesn’t anymore?”

Horizon’s eyebrows lift up. “You talked to her?”

“Nope,” Roach answers with a smug grin. “I’m right, am I not?”

Horizon doesn’t reply, but they look at Newman and nod indicating they are ok with them tagging along.

—

The man waiting on the other side of the gates seems to be around Horizon’s age. With a receding blond hairline, dark shades, black slacks and a navy blue shirt, he really doesn’t look ready for a hike in Luna Ridge.

He looks up from the pager he’s been frowning at when he hears the group’s arrival. Pocketing the device, he asks, “Where’s my mother?”

“Good afternoon, Mr. Ricci,” Horizon greets him with a polite smile.

“Save it, you insufferable douche.”

Next to Newman, Velour takes a deep breath ready to defend their Domini’s honor, but a neutral look thrown over Horizon’s shoulder quiets them down swiftly. The kid is practically vibrating with righteous fury next to Roach and Newman, but they don’t go against their Domini’s silent plea.

“Tell my mother I came to talk to her,” the man says before sniffing.

“You know Dahlia doesn’t want to talk to you,” Horizon explains patiently.

“Her name is Beatrice, not Dahlia,” the man replies.

Horizon tilts their head. “Well, that’s factually wrong. If you talked to your lawyer, Mr. Ricci–”

“Why do you think I’m here? What’s this nonsense about changing her will? You think your cult can drain my family dry? You’ve got a storm coming, you weasel.”

“Oh, then you should know Dahlia has legally changed her name too.” The Domini waves a hand. “Coming back to her will, yes, she’s decided to contribute to The Chosen People as a thank you for what we have done for her.”

“What you’ve done for her?” He takes off his shades, sticks his face on the gate. “You’re stealing from her! Stealing from us! You’re–”

“And you would know about that, wouldn’t you Mr. Ricci?” Horizon interrupts. The soft smile is still in place, but their gray eyes have turned harsh and calculating. “Dahlia knows money’s been vanishing from her account for months. She knows about the parties, and your…” cold eyes scan the man’s face, “expensive pastimes.” The man sniffs and Horizon’s smile grows almost imperceptibly. “Pastimes she doesn’t approve of, I might add. But,” they continue, extending an olive branch, or at least an easy way out, “Dahlia is more than ready to forgive you if you respect her choice to do with her money as she pleases without any further issues.”

“Listen–”

“Learning about that spending habit of yours broke her heart, imagine if she knew about the other ways you’re squandering her fortune.”

For once, the man is speechless.

“Should we call her? Tell her about Positano?”

“How…”

“Let’s not do that, Mr. Ricci. Dahlia has gone through enough thanks to you and your father.” The polite mask returns as sweet as ever. “Have a nice day.”

Horizon turns around and walks off, hair swishing behind them. Velour is watching them as if they had sprung wings and were glowing with divine light. They quickly follow after them.

“Hm.” Newman looks at Roach and Roach smirks at them. “Well, that was hot, wouldn’t you say?”

Yes. Yes it was.

#ask #tp roach #tp horizon #tp velour #rorizon #have velour hearteying the domini too

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noctumbra · 3 years

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𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦

summary ─ “it’ll be okay. i’m gonna make sure of it.” you sniffed as you buried your face into his tank top. his arms were an anchor around you, a cage that made you feel safe.

pairing ─ mickey henry x reader

warnings ─ exes to lovers, language, angst, fluff, kissing, no freaky things in this one, in the upcoming part however...... hmm

a/n ─ this is my first time writing a character other than bucky in this blog *sniffs* be easy on me? 👉🏻👈🏻🥺 hope you like it! please leave a comment if you do! thank youuu <333

𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙸

You were at your friend’s wedding. A wedding that they decided to plan it like it was a regular beach party. It was crowded. You probably knew only two─ three people. Four. You knew four people here, and he was the least person you expected to see. Especially what happened between you two, but it somehow made sense for him to be here. He was a DJ at the end, and he was obviously hired for the party.

Mickey was standing by the DJ booth with his headphones hanging on his neck. He was solely focused on the board in front of him, sometimes turning his attention to the laptop on his left. He was bobbing his head to the song, frowning a little when he focused even more to the changing beat.

He looked good.

His skin was shining with gorgeous tan he got throughout the whole summer, it was a nice, warm golden color. His hair’s gotten longer since the last time you saw him. It looked fluffy and soft, and suddenly you were burning with the urge to run your fingers through it. He had a light scruff going on; some whites were shining through the dark ones. He looked really good. You wanted to cry.

All the emotions you have denied yourself to let out were there, wanting to get out, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t cry at the first time you saw him after years. It would be too… pathetic. You took deep breaths, desperately trying to calm down and to send the tears back. When you felt you weren’t going to cry, you made your way to the bar to get yourself a drink as a reward.

“Can I get a gin tonic? Thanks,” you said, smiling at the bartender. The guy nodded politely. His hands worked fast as he prepared your order. In under a minute, you were sipping your gin tonic.

You were sitting at the very end of the bar counter when he came, all smiling. “Hey man,” he greeted the bartender. “Vodka? You know what I like.” The guy nodded like he did to you, but he was all smiley this time. It was obvious that they knew each other; probably from other wedding or party gigs, you thought. You watched him as he waited for his order.

He kept looking at his phone like he was expecting a call or a text. His eyes were wandering around, too. You felt a pang in your chest when the possibility of him having a girlfriend came to mind. Not that he wasn’t allowed to move on, it just hurt to see him move on this quick and that he looked like it wasn’t affecting him. You sighed. Taking a sip, you continued to watch him.

He was still wearing the rings you bought to him as a birthday gift. You knew he loved rings, so you thought it could make a great birthday gift, you were right. Mickey loved them so much so that he only took them off when he was showering. You smiled at the memory. Your fingers were tracing the small tattoo on your wrist. A matching one was winking at you from Mickey’s own wrist.

“Are you gonna pine after him all night?” You shrieked when you heard your friend’s, Rose, voice right next to your ear, making a couple heads turn.

“Fuck’s sake, Rose!” You frowned. “You scared me!” She rolled her eyes.

“You can’t pine after him,” she said, ignoring the stinky eyes you were giving her. You shrugged and returned to your drink. “He has a girlfriend, Y/N. Tell me you’re not gonna do anything.” You felt another pang in your chest, stronger than before.

“Girlfriend?” You murmured and heard Rose’s approving hum. “I wasn’t going to do anything, but thanks for telling me anyway.” You swore you could hear Rose’s taunting ‘huh’ in your mind, but in reality, she stayed silent.

“Whatever,” she said, waving her hand. “I’m gonna go see if Lara needs help with anything.” You nodded absently and watched her disappear in the crowd.

Girlfriend. He did move on. You swallowed the bitter laughter crawling its way out of your throat with the last of your gin tonic.

Your break-up wasn’t exactly messy, but it was expected. You saw it coming and tried to save it many times, but the effort was one-sided so, it didn’t work. You tried damn hard to make it work, though. You wished he’d make some efforts, too, sometimes. It wasn’t a secret that you haven’t moved on from Mickey; a small part of you would always be in love with him in a way, you knew it. You were only thankful that he didn’t go and cheat on you or something while you were still together. You grew apart, that was what happened, and then you had to move away from Greece, and he didn’t stop you…

Sighing again, you signaled the bartender for another gin tonic. You weren’t going to drink your emotions away and get drunk, that’d be absolutely the worst thing you could ever do. This second glass was your last, and then you were going to make up an excuse and walk away.

You thanked the bartender when he brought you your drink. You started sipping it while you searched for Rose so that you could excuse yourself. The wedding part of this party had happened already, so there was no reason for you to stay. Quickly finishing your drink, you looked for Rose only to find her by the altar, talking to a guy you didn’t know.

“Hey, Rose,” you called out to her. “I’m leaving,” you said when she turned to you. A frown sat between her brows immediately. “Alone, fuck’s sake. I had two drinks and I wanna go home before it’s too late. Alright?” The frown didn’t disappear, but she nodded.

“Alright,” she said. “Let me know when you’re home, though,” she added.

“Sure,” you agreed. You could do that. “See ya later.”

─

You decided to walk home through the beach. The sound of the waves and the smell of the sea always calmed you down right away. Tonight wasn’t so different. You hugged yourself. It wasn’t cold although there was a breeze. You didn’t mind, though. It was a nice change after the burning heat of the day.

Walking slowly, you closed your eyes and breathed in deeply. It was peaceful. You forgot how nice this walking-on-the-beach-at-nights thing felt. A smile made your lips twitch. You exhaled slowly, shivering pleasantly when the breeze licked your skin. You were away from the party now, and with the music gone, it got quiet and, like it was possible, even more peaceful.

You smiled.

“Wait!” You froze. “Y/N!”

No, you thought. You didn’t want to deal with him. No, please. I’ll cry, no.

“Hey,” Mickey said when he caught you. “I, uh, didn’t know you were going to come to the party,” he added. His fingers were already playing the short hairs of his nape. You gave him a forced smile and nodded.

“Last minute decision,” you murmured, not bothering to go into detail. Mickey nodded, too. He looked like he wanted to say something but couldn’t, or didn’t know how to. You didn’t pressure him. You just wanted him to go because you didn’t want to cry when he was with you. He didn’t deserve to see you vulnerable anymore.

“Well,” he started. “I’m actually glad you came,” he said, chuckling lightly. You frowned. He’s glad? That’s new, you thought. Mickey hummed softly, seeing the slight frown appearing between your eyebrows. “I wanted to talk to for a while, but you changed your numbed and moved away, so I couldn’t,” he explained. You stopped in your tracks. Taking a deep breath, you tried to swallow your tears away.

“What do you possibly want to talk about, Mickey?” You asked. Your voice was angry and a little shaky. You could feel the lump in your throat. Mickey sighed.

“I wanted to apologize, Y/N,” he murmured. He played with his fingers, pulled on his bracelet and sniffed lightly. He was nervous. You clenched your jaw. “The way we ended was… bad. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it to end that way.” Then, he rolled his eyes. “I didn’t even want it to end, actually. It just happened.”

“What?” Your frowned deepened. “You didn’t want it to end? What the hell are you talking about, Mickey?”

“It was a misunderstanding!” He exclaimed. “Look, we got distant, yes. It was…” He exhaled harshly. He suddenly looked tired, like he was about to cry. “I have a kid,” he murmured. “A son. He’s six, and I’ve been trying to get his mother to let him see me. There were some legal shit I had to do, and then I learned that he got sick. I didn’t mean to get distant, but I did, I know my mistake.” Mickey lifted his head; his baby blue eyes were teary, and they looked earnest, soft and sad. You bit your lip. “I’m sorry for not telling you that I have a kid. I’m sorry for closing in and for getting distant.” He took a deep breath and stepped into your personal space. His fingers brushed your knuckles. “I’m sorry for letting you go. I should have stopped you, should’ve been honest to you. I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

You looked down at your hand where he was still brushing your knuckles with his fingers softly. Your chin was trembling, and there was no stopping your tears: They were running down freely. “Why…” You started but had to cut yourself and clear your throat. “Why would I believe you?”

Mickey nodded slowly. “You have every right to not believe me,” he agreed. “I can show you his pictures. The paperwork? I’ll do anything to get you to believe me, Y/N. I’ve never wanted what we had to end like this.” You sniffed.

“Picture,” you whispered. Mickey immediately reached for his phone and opened the gallery. He scrolled down a little and clicked on a picture, and then turned the screen to you.

“His name is Hector,” he said. You grabbed the phone, eyes already taking in the details.

The little boy had his hair. It was chestnut brown, fluffy and slightly curly. He had brown eyes, a cute nose and a chin dimple like Mickey’s. He was smiling in the picture, and you could see the resemblance. You smiled when you saw him wearing a Scooby-Doo t-shirt.

“He’s cute,” you murmured, handing him the phone. You watched his lips stretch wide for a smile as he, too, looked at the picture briefly. The love and adoration were obvious on his face, and fatherhood would look great on him, you thought. “Looks like you.” His smile widened.

“Yeah, his mother isn’t happy about it,” he grumbled and then rolled his eyes. You hummed. Mickey locked his phone and stuffed it into his pocket. “I’m sorry for not telling you about Hector earlier.” You shrugged. It had been years, you didn’t have the right to get mad.

“It’s fine,” you whispered. Sniffing, you looked around. “Go back to the party,” you told him. “Your girlfriend might be looking for you.” You ignored the slight venom your voice was carrying.

“Girlfriend?” Mickey said, grimacing. “I’m single.” You looked at him.

“No need to lie, Mick,” you murmured. “It’s fine if you have one.”

“But I don’t?” Mickey muttered something to himself. “Who told you that? Was it Rose?” Your eyes snapped at his, giving him the answer he was looking for. He laughed bitterly. “Your friend is into me. So, she’s keeping everyone away from me.” He shook his head like he couldn’t believe this was happening. “I rejected her a couple months ago, and since then she’s been a bitch to me.” Then, he gave you a side eye. “Sorry.” Shrugging again, you continued to look at him.

“Rose?” You asked. He nodded. You frowned for a couple seconds, and then rolled your eyes. “Fuck’s sake.” Mickey gave you a questioning look. “She was way too happy when I told her that we broke up.” He snorted. When you started walking slowly again, Mickey was quick to adapt your pace.

You walked on the beach for a while like that: Mutual and peaceful silence, calmness on the air now that each other’s presences’ were soothing you both in a way. You took deep breaths. You didn’t know what you were supposed to do with this new information that was dumped on you. You didn’t care that he had a son although you would have appreciated if he were to tell you while you were dating, but it was okay. You sighed.

“I wanna try again properly,” Mickey said, abruptly. “If that’s what you want, too, of course.” He gave you a small smile when you turned your head to look at him, shock etched on your features. “I never wanted it to end, I told you. I’m willing to try again and willing to make up all the pain I’ve caused unknowingly.” You turned to him.

“I’m scared,” you said, and you were. You were scared that you’d get hurt. The first months after your break up were the worst, and you didn’t want to go through those times ever again. With shaky hands, you held his ring clad ones. “Mickey, I’m scared.” He cooed at you.

“Ssshh,” he whispered. His arms were wrapped around you in a blink. “It’ll be okay. I’m gonna make sure of it.” You sniffed as you buried your face into his tank top. His arms were an anchor around you, a cage that made you feel safe. You took a deep breath, filling your lungs with his faint cologne. “I’m gonna make everything right this time. I promise.”

After a short while of silence, you heard him taking a deep breath.

“While we’re at being honest thing,” he murmured softly and slowly, like he didn’t want to ruin this moment. You frowned lightly, pulling back to look at his eyes. “There is someone else that I think you should meet.”

──

#mickey henry x reader #mickey henry imagines #mickey henry smut #mickey henry x you #mickey monday #mickey henry fanfiction #mickey henry fluff #mickey henry angst #mickey henry drabbles #once in a lifetime

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thedamageofherdays · 3 years

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This week's (16-08-2021 - 22-08-2021) reading log is here. This week's reading log is super duper long and filled with lots of good things (my apologies for the long post, I really could not find a good spot to do a read more). I discovered some new favourites and re-read some old favourites and while I had an intense week personally at least the fics I read were absolutely phenomenal. I do recommend checking out the warnings as some fics are a bit heavier/angstier and you might wanna be prepared. Most of these fics are Stucky but there are a couple of other ships in between.

If you are looking for more fun and/or good things make sure to check out the @marveldisabilitycelebration as well to see all the awesome art, fics, meta, etcetera people created! And while I am mentioning events I am a mod for let me also just quickly mention that sign-ups for the @stuckygiftexchange are still open until the end of the month <3

Favourites are marked with a 🌻 Fics that are only available to AO3 users are marked with a 🔒 and Tumblr fics are marked with a 🍀

🌻 The Bends by dreamsinthewitchouse @dreamsinthewitchouse [Danbeau, side Stucky, 2k words, Teen]

Memory is not a house you can just walk back into after finding the key you thought you’d lost. It’s a thing you wade into and out of, rewriting it as it rewrites you.

It’s not without its rewards, either - recovering a memory about Maria and Monica, about her life, feels better than socking a thousand bad guys in the face, better than all the photon blasts in the world.

Then again, realising there’s still memories she can’t access, even after all this time, feels like drowning in space.

Not the one out there - the one inside her.

🌻 Sweet & Salty by musette22 @musette22 [Stucky, 3k words, Teen]

Idiots in love. That's it. That's the fic.

When life gives you lemons by moonythejedi394 @moonythejedi394 [Stucky, 34k words, Explicit] (11/15 chapters)

Or 13 Terrible Things to Do With Lemons Other Than Making Lemonade

Steve Rogers is a home health nurse. He works for an agency, which assigned him to the aging Winifred Barnes, the one and only Silent Era Hollywood darling. As her needs increased, she requested the agency assign Steve to her full-time. She could pay for it, so she got it. Steve then moved in with her, becoming her caregiver; he cooked, he cleaned, he managed her medications, he made sure she was comfortable.

Winifred's children treated him less than ideally. He was the help, after all. And then Steve had the audacity to go and turn out to be eldest son James Barnes's soulmate. No one saw that coming.

🍀 SamRhodey Tumblr Fic by ipoiledi [SamRhodey, ? words, Teen?]

“Wilson, this is Rhodey; Rhodey, Wilson,” Tony Stark says, and suddenly some six foot tall sexy guy is shoved right in front of Sam, and they both stumble a little, bumping into each other. This is a crowded party. “You guys have things in common, right?” Stark asks. “Uh, Army stuff. Talk about that. I hate wallflowers; stop wallflowering and talk to each other.”

Shorteralls by moonythejedi394 [Stucky, 6k words, Explicit]

The first time Bucky ever saw Steve Rogers, he was struck by how Neanderthal-like his response was. It was immediately followed by a bout of mental scolding. The second time was just about the same. The third time, it was actually appropriate for Bucky to start a conversation with him, at which point he was determined to be the gentleman.

No such luck. Steve Rogers is, always has been and always will be, a relentless flirt. These days, Bucky's Neanderthal-ist feelings about Steve are consensual and highly appreciated. More so now that they're having a baby.

what the fuck are perfect places anyway by tigerlilycorinne [Stucky, 6k words, Teen]

Steve clears his throat and stands. “Well, I should head in. I might want to begin packing.”

Bucky stills. “You won’t,” he says, trying to sound commanding. It only comes out uncertain. “Don’t.”

Steve shakes his head. “Maybe not tonight,” he says, and Bucky knows they’ll be discussing this again soon.

“Then stay. Play… play cards with me or something.”

Steve’s eyebrows jump up, his mouth tugging up in another of his bemused smiles that do things to Bucky’s insides, but he drops his hand from the doorway and steps back into Bucky’s room. Somehow, Bucky feels as if he’s won—not the war, just the battle.

Steve won’t stay forever. But he’ll stay for cards.

Steve and Bucky, on the run after Civil War (with a few alterations to canon), are laying low in Wakanda. But they can’t stay there forever.

🌻 honestly thought i’d be dead by now, but what you can trust is that i need your touch by moonythejedi394 [Stucky, 105k words, Explicit]

Bucky is 37 years old; he’s unmarried, hasn’t had a Sub of his own, is definitely not ripped, comfortable at his job as an Advanced Practice RN at Brooklyn General ER, and just got his Five Years coin from AA.

Steve is 26 years old; he’s unmarried, his last and only Dom has Alzheimer's, he's worryingly muscular, uncomfortable in his job as the government’s poster Alpha for masculinity and strength, and worries more than he should about his BMI.

Unfortunately, Steve and Bucky meet initially in a not-cute moment. Bucky’s tired as shit thanks to the sudden alien invasion that shook New York and Steve is tired as shit because he hasn’t slept more than 20 minutes at a time in – well, since 1936, probably. Bucky’s Alpha instincts get irritated at the sudden presence of another "Alpha" into his territory and Steve’s suppressed submissive tendencies latch onto this grumpy bachelor Alpha and he only suppresses it further.

Bucky’s grumpiness and Steve’s duckling impressionism aside, both of them are a mess. But since both of them are a mess? Their messes seem to fit pretty well together.

Deep Sea Diving by Aida Ronan [Stucky, 5k words, Explicit]

Steve's wallowing in heat-related misery under a shade tree in Central Park when a man walks by in bright red booty shorts and a crop top. RIP Steve Rogers. It was nice knowing you.

honey, make this easy by steebadore [Stucky, 8k words, Explicit]

Bucky likes the way he looks. His silk button up with the tiny gold polka dots feels soft on his skin and is tailored perfectly; no pulling at his chest or belly. His hair falls in shiny dark waves and his skin is smooth and dewy. He looks expensive. He looks taken care of. He looks like Steve’s.

🌻 let's take it back to the start by howdoyousleep @howdoyousleep3 [Stucky, 6k words, Teen]

How it all began.

This sleepwalking through my life. by barthelme [Stucky, 1k words, Explicit]

The internet is an interesting place and when Bucky came home (or, when he came to live with Steve), Steve did a lot of research. Apparently, it’s not safe to wake a sleepwalker. He assumes that waking a sleepwalker with traumatic dreams and PTSD is beyond just being frowned upon.

And he tells himself--has told himself--that this is safer for Bucky. That if he were to stop him and wake him up, that Bucky would be mortified to be slurping on his best friend’s cock. That all of the improvements he’s made would be lost, would be repressed, would be just--

They’d be back at square one.

So he lets Bucky do it.

🌻 the way i've been craving by howdoyousleep [Stucky, 3k words, Explicit]

"Lunch break at 12:30. My office. Hope you’re hungry…"

It’s the ellipsis that sends Bucky’s insides swimming warmly, his heart beating twice as fast against his ribs where he sits in class. Senator Rogers is concise, direct, to the point. Without an ellipsis this is lunch, this is a meeting. With it though?

This is a booty call.

nasty but classy by howdoyousleep [Stucky, 4k words, Explicit]

“No, you don’t have to know the purpose, that doesn’t matter. Nat showed me this challenge where couples drink a lot of wine and get drunk together but they can’t touch each other. And whoever touches the other first has to...has to give the other head.”

🌻 Put It on Repeat, It Stays the Same by giselleslash [Stucky, 20k words, Explicit]

Steve and Bucky have a one night stand that turns into a friends with benefits situation. A weekend snowed in at Bucky’s apartment brings to light how much that really doesn’t suit either one of them.

Greetings to the New Brunette by victoria_p (musesfool) [Stucky, 10k words, General]

"You said he should have a hobby. That it would help."

"I meant, like, knitting or coin collecting. Motocross, if he was feeling antsy. A baby's not a hobby. It's lifetime commitment."

🌻 Rogers & Barnes: Partners by triedunture [Stucky, 10k words, Teen]

Steve and Bucky have to pose as a couple for a mission. Nat insists it really is the only option. She's checked.

The complication: unbeknownst to even Natasha, Steve and Bucky's friendship has been rocky ever since Bucky confessed his tender feelings and Steve left him out in the cold. Can asexual, completely-in-love-with-his-angry-best-friend Steve complete the mission and win Bucky's heart?

(The answer is yes. Yay!)

this will be our year (took a long time to come) by biblionerd07 [Stucky, 4k words, General]

Bucky's therapist is worried he's using Steve as a crutch and wants him to try going on outings without Steve. It wouldn't be terrible, honestly, if Bucky could just manage to open his mouth and say something to Steve.

I'll hold my breath by Little_Lottie (tfwatson) [Stucky, 8k words, Mature]

Sometimes Bucky’s hands flex in Steve's direction. Neither of them knows exactly why, but at least one of them has a hunch.

Bucky touches everything but Steve, even though Steve is all he really wants to touch.

Start from the Beginning by Mumble_Bee [Stucky, 13k words, Explicit]

What about a sex pollen fic where the pollen-ed one doesn’t remember getting hit in the face with a sex flower, and wakes up midway through the depollenating?

Or: the one where Steve wakes up on his back with a stranger buried balls-deep in his ass.

Match by emphasisonem [Stucky, 4k words, Mature]

The situation’s actually kind of funny from the right perspective, Bucky thinks as he reads the message for what feels like the hundredth time. He’s finally matched with a hot, funny guy. Tall and broad and clean cut. An absolutely breathtaking smile. Bucky’s walking wet dream. And he’s good. They haven’t messaged on the app, but Bucky already knows him.

He knows him because Steve Rogers is an art history professor at his university. His art history professor.

Best friends and married since childhood by StuckySituation [Stucky, 1k words, General]

Inspired by @/peterssquill's post in tumblr: "bucky and steve got married on the playground when they were like eight and though neither of them would ever admit it to anyone, even each other, they still consider it official"

~♥~ ♥~ ♥~

“Natasha, stop trying to set me up with every woman you meet, I’m-”

“Too shy? Too scared?”

“No, I’m-”

“Too busy? You’re mostly retired these days, not a good excuse anymore.” Natasha smirks and then drawls: “Or just too gay?”

Steve flushes at that, even if isn’t true -- he’s bisexual, not gay. “Let it go, Nat, I’m not looking for anything. I’m already married, for fuck’s sake.”

Clearly not what she expected. “What.”

Steve grimaces. He didn’t mean to tell anyone that, ever.

“Sorry, can’t talk about it right now!” he says and jumps out of the plane.

Nobody Should Be Alone on a Holiday by emphasisonem [Stucky, 2k words, Teen]

“So, um-” Bucky begins speaking again, pulling Steve from his less-than-work-appropriate thoughts. The brunet has shoved his hands into the pockets of his dark slacks, and he’s shifting from one foot to the other as he smiles shyly. “I have a question for you.”

“Shoot,” Steve grins, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his broad chest. Bucky swallows deeply as one of his hands comes up to pull at the collar of his button-up, and Steve can’t help following the motion of his Adam’s apple.

“I was, uh-” Bucky continues- “That is, I heard you don’t have Thanksgiving plans?”

In which Bucky finds out that Steve's going to be alone on Thanksgiving and invites his coworker to spend the holiday with him.

🌻 It's Been A Long Season Through by thiccbuckybarnes @thiccbuckybarnesfic [Stucky, 49k words, Explicit]

Bucky Barnes is in desperate need of a change in scenery, which is why he makes the foolhardy decision to quit his job, leave his asshole of a fiance, pack up his life, and move to his grandfather’s old farm all within a single day.

He expects confusion, hardship, and maybe even failure. But love? He wasn’t expecting that.

Or, a Stucky Stardew Valley AU that nobody but me wanted and that’s ok.

oh, peach pit, where'd the hours go? by thiccbuckybarnes [Stucky, 10k words, Explicit]

Can't see the forest for the trees.

Or, Steve learns that just because he and Bucky got their happily ever after, it doesn’t mean the past won’t come back to bite them.

I'll find my way by rainbow_nerds [Stucky, 725 words, Teen]

Steve had watched Bucky fall, and nothing had been the same since.

AU-gust day 19: Daemons

special delivery by glim @glim [Stucky, 6k words, Teen]

It's not that Steve's bad at taking care of himself when he gets sick; he just wishes he didn't have to all the time.

At least he can order most of what he needs online. That's some small comfort, that he can have soup and ice cream and everything else brought to his door.

at first chance i'd take the bed warmed by the body by spacebuck @spacebuck [Stucky, 8k words, Explicit]

This close, Steve can see exactly how beautiful his hands are. He’s never really noticed before, or at least he’s never really had a reason to notice, but the man’s hands are large, tanned like he works outside all day. There’s an endearing callus on the heel of one of his palms, and Steve can’t quite work out when calluses became endearing.

Steve pauses the video. Swallows hard. Casts his eyes around for anything that’ll keep his mind off the hands on his screen, off the words inked into those hands, the delicate shape of a bird’s wing, the curling edge of a vine.

He looks down. The name of the channel is right there, blaring the man’s name right into Steve’s brain until it feels like he’s known it all along.

Bucky Barnes.

OR: the one where Bucky's a youtuber who solves puzzles on camera, and steve's smitten and horny

🌻 Rock On! by millesable @marvelousescapism [Clintasha, 700 words, General]

“Hey, Romanoff!”

He lifted his hand, index finger and pinky finger raised, thumb out, all other fingers tucked. Their secret sign; their confession for the world to see, safe in the knowledge that the world wasn’t listening.

“Rock on!”

🌻 You Like the Way I Look by dontcallmebree @iamthe-wo-manwhocan [Stucky, 2k words, Explicit]

Bucky sidles up to him, hand boldly coming to rest on his chest. “What about you, big guy? Care for a dance?” Steve watches Bucky’s eyes twinkle with satisfaction, somehow already knowing he’s got Steve on the hook.

A decade out of the ice, Steve Rogers returns to New York. Reeling from a battle against the Chitauri, a night with the troublesome Bucky Barnes might be just what he needs.

Join the Rebellion by rainbow_nerds [Stucky, 765 words, Teen]

Bucky knew he shouldn't be out after curfew, but he couldn't resist the urge. He didn’t know where he was going, but he knew it was where he wanted to be.

AU-gust day 20: Dystopia

🔒 Five Days in December by mywingsareonwheels @mywingsareonwheels [Evanstan, 4k words, Teen]

“Shit shit shit shit...” muttered Chris to himself, glad that the sound of piped Christmas carols was drowning out his swearing amid the picture books. Most of the store was heaving even though it was Sunday, he’d been recognised at least three times, finding presents for all of his nieces and nephews was proving far more of a headache than expected, and he’d just sent a pile of copies of "Strictly No Elephants" tumbling off the bookshelf.

He scrambled about trying to pick them all up, and then dropped them again as someone bumped right into his backside. He lost his balance, caught himself against a bookcase, and a landslide of "Carter Is a Painter’s Cat" joined "Strictly No Elephants" on the floor. He yelped.

“Ah fuck, I’m so sorry… Chris!”

* * * * * * * * * *

London, December 2021. Amid cats, books, and the cold English drizzle, Chris finds everything he was hoping for and thought he would never have.

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Reaching for Fire by dixons_mama @dixons-mama [Stucky, 7k words, Explicit]

Bucky has always felt a fire in his heart (and other body parts) when it came to his boss, Steve Rogers, but he's made sure to never feed those flames. When he finds out about Steve's second job, though, he's tempted to let that fire out.

i've been dreaming of a face like yours by thiccbuckybarnes [Stucky, 3k words, Explicit]

Bucky is about to busy himself with making a small dinner for himself when he stops in his tracks at the figure drinking a cup of coffee in the kitchen, leaning against the counter and smirking at him.

It’s Steve.

“Surprise, sweet boy,” he says before setting his cup down.

Or, PWP reunion sex

🌻 Somewhere, Under Your Skin by thiccbuckybarnes [Stucky, 16k words, Explicit]

Bucky Barnes treats himself to a one-night stand after having a very bad no good day.

The sex is good--great, even. Might be the best sex of his life.

But Bucky wouldn’t have slept with the guy if he had known that he was going to continuously run into him every day for the next fucking month.

Or, a Big Grump Bucky has a hot one night stand with a college kid who is popping up everywhere in his everyday life and he doesn’t know how to deal with it.

(Written for HYBB Bingo Square: Grumpy Bucky)

i've played heartstrings before but not in your key by thiccbuckybarnes [Stucky, 11k words, Explicit]

He glances down, seeing a folded couple of papers, before peering up at Bucky. The older man is biting his bottom lip, making it pretty and red. Steve wants to run his tongue across where his teeth are digging into his flesh.

"What's this?" Steve asks, setting his phone down, emails forgotten. Bucky shrugs and looks away.

"I dunno. You tell me, genius," he says, sounding bratty enough that it makes Steve's dick twitch in his pants. Jesus, there has to be something wrong with him.

Steve glances once more at Bucky, who now has his arms crossed against his chest and is pointedly not looking at Steve, before picking up the stack of folded papers. He opens them, seeing a collection of maybe five or six sheets of paper. His eyes immediately land on the list of familiar words with negative next to each one. -- Or, Steve Rogers is a jealous, possessive little shit that wants nothing more than to mark up his boyfriend and stake his claim. And Bucky knows it. (And he likes it.)

🌻 I'm Home (With You) by BonkyBornes @padfoot-and-the-marauders [Stucky, 2k words, General]

In any other circumstance, the apartment would've been perfect. But it was today, and the fact that he was here meant he wasn’t out searching. He knew they hadn’t had any leads for weeks and he knew Natasha was right; all three of them were exhausted and a break would do them good. It just felt wrong to Steve that he was comfortable while Bucky was still out there—somewhere. Probably cold. Probably hungry.

The knock came again. Sighing, Steve unwrapped his hand from the dog tags and remembered how to move. Cold wind and snow greeted him when he opened the door. The solitary figure was walking down the steps, collar popped against the chill.

“Did you need something?” he called.

The person stopped. They were still. And then they turned. *

Or, the Christmas Steve deserved after Winter Soldier.

The portrait by rainbow_nerds [Stucky, 915 words, General]

Steve Rogers has a Gift. He can help people find their soulmates, all he needs is some art supplies, a quiet place, and eye contact.

AU-gust day 21: soulmates

Maybe A Muse by buckybarnesdeservestobehappy [Stucky, 2k words, Mature]

When Bucky Barnes needs extra money, he’s appalled that his best friends think he should become a model for the art department on campus. Shy, nerdy, and socially awkward, he’s not sure that’s something he feels comfortable doing. Still, he needs money, and he likes the idea of becoming someone’s muse. The problem is he had no idea two things would happen. First, one of the students in the class is exactly his type; second, he has to model nude.

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One Golden Glance of What Should Be

By UisceOneLove @wolfnprey for @sivan325 Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie Diaz, Maddie Buckley, Christopher Diaz, Isabel Diaz Summary: Eddie's perfectly content doing the day-to-day of his abuela's shop when a cute Omega comes in asking for help.

"Eddito, have you finished with the herbs yet?""

Almost, abuela," Eddie calls back from his place behind the counter. Each basket is laid out in front of him as he organizes the new stock.

Moving to Los Angeles with Christopher to help abuela with her shop wasn't his big plan after the divorce, but now, he can't imagine doing anything else. He's found order, some happiness, and his son's happy to help talk to customers.

And if it keeps his parents off his back a little longer then there was an extra positive to the decision.

His abuela steps out from her reading room with a warm smile as the front door chimes with a customer. "You and Christopher will be coming over for dinner, won't you?"

She says it as a question but Eddie knows it's really her telling him. "Of course," he nods, "it's another night I escape Chris' criticism of my cooking."

"We'll just have to start those lessons again," she decides, coming over to place a kiss on both his cheeks. "Can you change out the incense when you are finished here, mijo?"

"Sure thing."

He turns back to the herbs and gets the rest of them separated and marked down in the inventory, then carries them over to the left side of the store where abuela liked to keep them. It's as he's putting them in the right baskets that Eddie hears a crash from behind him and tenses, old instincts activating and the magic in his blood stirring.

A frantically hissed shit brings his defenses back down.

Eddie goes in search of the problem and finds one of the tarot displays on the ground with a very tall and nervous man on his knees scrambling to pick the decks up.

"I'm really sorry," the man says, and oh , those are some very blue eyes. It's like looking at two bright aquamarines.

"It's fine," Eddie says, clearing his head and crouching down to help. None of the deck cases are damaged, and the guilt the guy was clouded over with gave his heart a violent twinge as Eddie fixed the display.

The man shoves his hands into his pockets with his shoulders hunched up to his ears. Eddie has to stop himself from grazing the long legs attached to the man, or pay too much attention to the way he looks about ready to bulge out of his clothes. "I didn't clear it enough," the blond tries earnestly, "I'll pay for whatever's messed up."

Eddie waves him off and loosely crosses his arms so that he doesn't get the idea to touch the curls that are gelled into place on the man's head. "Don't worry about it," he replies. "Nothing's wrong, and as I tell my son, accidents happen."

The man's smile is as beautiful and radiant as the moon. "Yeah? I love kids."

He doesn't know why the man thought that was important to know, and he definitely doesn't want to think about why there's a part of him preening at the information. "Well, I love mine."

Eddie's not used to guys like this one coming into his abuela's shop. Usually they rock more of the eccentric or hipster vibes, or even still look like they should be in the seventies talking about flower power. This guy looks like he should be on the cover of a fashion magazine. Now that they're close, Eddie can smell the undertone of Omega underneath sea salt and dark chocolate.

A guy that looks like this is an Omega? No wonder Eddie's been thinking about what else he can do to get him to smile like that, or–

"Can I help you find something?" he asks when he realizes they've been staring at each other for a little too long than is appropriate.

"Oh!" Holy crap, the guy looks even hotter when he's blushing. "Yeah. My sister. She's, uh. She's just moved out here after some…really bad stuff. And I was hoping I could replenish some of her supplies. Or maybe get her something for the apartment to protect her."

Right. Focus on him as a customer. Eddie can do that."Are you looking for stones, or herbs?" he asks, already compiling a list in his head. "Or do you need a warding spell?"

The Omega grimaces. "I'm not, uh. I don't have any magic myself. But I'm willing to take anything you've got."

Eddie nods, then tilts his head for the man to follow him. He stops down one of the adjacent aisles and grabs a cloth pouch. "For stones, the ones I recommend the most are moonstone, amethyst, and opal," the Alpha tells him, grabbing a couple of each to put in the pouch. "They'll dispel negative energy and help with healing."

The taller man listens attentively, staying one step behind Eddie as he moves. "Is there anything she needs to do with them?"

"She has to activate them first," Eddie answers, "bathing them in salt for thirty minutes usually works. Moonstone should really charge under the moonlight, of course. But then she needs to give them an intention. What she hopes they'll lend their power to."

Eddie then leads him to the herbs and wraps up a bundle of sage. "Use this for cleansing the apartment. It will help her get a fresh start free of any negative energy around her."

The Omega's rolling his bottom lip between his teeth as he nods. "Thank you. She's a lot more…aware of this kind of stuff. So she'll appreciate all of it better than I can."

They go up to the counter so that Eddie can ring him up and put everything into a small bag. As he hands over the change, the Alpha impulsively grabs a card and scribbles on the back of it before sliding it over.

"What's this?" the Omega inspects the card. "Eddie?"

"That's me," Eddie nods, "and my number. Just in case your sister needs anything else."

The Omega blinks, and then that smile is back. "Okay."

"Um." Eddie rubs at his bottom lip. "I could do a warding spell. If you or your sister want me to. I don't know what trouble your sister's running from but I'd be more than happy to help in whatever way I can."

The Omega ducks his head to hide the flicker of surprise. "You'd really do that?"

"Help someone who needs it?" Eddie raised a brow. "Yeah, I'd really do that."

The smile is smaller when he looks up, with something in his eyes Eddie can't identify before it's gone. "Then I think she'd really like that. I-I appreciate it."

The Omega holds out his hand. "I'm Buck, by the way."

Eddie smiles and shakes his hand. "Good to meet you, Buck. And if your sister agrees to the wards, just give me a call."

"Will do," Buck says brightly as he lets Eddie's hand go and walks out with his bag.

Eddie thinks about sea salt and dark chocolate long after Buck's gone. If abuela and Christopher notice something that evening when they sit down for dinner, neither of them say anything about it. Yet.

---

The apartment Buck's sister is moving into is a nice one. It's two stories but feels small enough to still be for one person, and a lot more modern than Eddie prefers for his own tastes.

"Eddie, this is my sister, Maddie." The woman Buck introduces to him in shorter and more petite than her brother, also carrying an underlying Omega scent beneath the smell of wildflowers and nectarines.

Eddie sees the scabbed-over Mating bite on her neck when her turtleneck shifts just enough but he says nothing, cataloging it away as he connects the dots of what she needs protection from.

Maddie's smile is the shadow to Buck's; there's a hesitation behind it that covers her fears. Eddie only knows about them because of the acrid spike to her scent. "Thank you for doing this, Eddie."

"Like I told Buck, it's no problem."

"Oh, I know," Maddie says, something amusing causing her lips to quirk up in a way that has Buck blushing and ducking his head. "Still, I appreciate it."

Having no idea what that exchange is supposed to mean, Eddie just slips the strap to his bag over his head and moves further into the apartment. "This won't take me too long. Just some set-up and then doing the incantation."

"We'll stay out of your way," she promised with a pointed look at her brother, whose eyes widened as he raised his hands.

"I'm not gonna touch anything!" Buck says defensively. "Can't blame a guy for being curious."

A chuckle escapes through Eddie's smile as he sets his bag down on Maddie's table and starts pulling his supplies out. "It's okay. There's nothing dangerous about it so long as no one touches anything before I'm finished."

"See?" he hears the younger Omega respond smugly. "I wouldn't be a problem."

"Evan," Maddie replies sternly in a voice Eddie recognizes from Sophia's Older Sibling tone.

The Alpha lets their sibling squabble fade into the background while he prepares. He sets out a small bowl and his athame, the small dagger the same one Eddie kept with him in Afghanistan. There are five colored candles for each element, some oils and herbs, and then a bag full of jet stones and some smaller candles.

As Eddie goes around placing the stones and candles within each room, he's distantly aware that the siblings are watching him. Eddie notices the stones he'd given Buck throughout the house where Maddie decided to place them. His magic sparks as he ignites the wick of each candle he sets down, murmuring prayers to the goddesses until he sets the last one by the kitchen window.

Buck and Maddie creep closer when Eddie returns to the table. With a snap of his fingers, the elemental candles flicker to life.

"That's amazing," Buck whispers in awe.

Maddie's the one who watches him closely while Eddie mixes his ingredients together in the bowl. "What will this ward do when it's ready?"

"The ward will repel any magic from being cast on you and the apartment," Eddie answers. "It will alert you as well as me whenever someone tries to cross the ward's boundaries, which is why I made sure to set the furthest stones outside before I came in."

It stings something in Eddie to see the relief in the older Omega nearly push her over. Buck, whose eyes have been locked on the presentation in front of Eddie, looks up. "Will she need to keep every stone in place?"

"No," Eddie shakes his head, " Just the ones outside, and I'll leave one stone in each room. I'll take the rest home with me."

Buck blows out a breath and nods, his shoulders dropping. "Good. That's great."

Eddie picks up the athame, then stops and looks up at Maddie. "If there is anyone specific you want to keep unable to pass the wards, I'd need something connected to them that I can place in the bowl."

He doesn't look away from her as Buck tenses by her side. Maddie's eyes take on a shine, a hand coming up to curl against her bite. Eddie's paying attention when the resolve filters in and she removes the ring from her left hand to hold out to him.

Eddie takes the ring and sets it down by the bowl. It's the final confirmation he needed to know what this escape is all about.

Eddie makes a small incision in the pad of his finger and holds it above the mixture, feeling the spread of his magic with each drop of blood he puts into it. He lets his magic weave the skin back together while using the tip of the blade to stir, and only then does he place the ring inside.

The Alpha closes his eyes, feeling the rush of adrenaline course through his body as his magic flows. He speaks the words of the incantation with a hand glowing above the bowl, knows the heat of every candle in the apartment as the ward interlaces itself in the air.

And just like that, when he utters the final word, Eddie gets the whoosh of wind as every flame is blown out. Eddie has a pleasant thrum as his magic dies down and leaves him feeling a little bit tired, so he pulls out the energy drink from his bag to sip from.

"Is that it?" Buck asks, looking around in amazement.

Eddie nods. "The ward is active. So you should be safe here, Maddie."

Maddie clears her throat, misty eyes avoiding looking at him. She waits until Eddie's standing to hug him, then pulls Buck with her to gather the stones and candles.

The Alpha cleans up his ingredients, putting them back in the bag, then dumps the contents of the bowl, save for Maddie's ring. He places that on the counter for her to deal with whenever she's ready.

"I'll need to re-strengthen the ward every other month," Eddie informs them when they come back with his things. He double-checks for himself that the rooms still have at least one stone left behind, but he isn't worried."

Now that that's over with," Buck says, a hopeful light in his eyes, "would you care to stay for a late lunch? We'll probably just be ordering something but it's the least we can do."

Eddie smiles politely. "I can't. I need to pick up my son from school and get to abuela's shop. But thanks for the offer."

Buck's disappointment is clear on his face and his scent but the Omega's smile isn't any less real. "Maybe another time?"

Maddie's not too far away from them, an odd look on her face as Buck leads Eddie to the door. "Maybe," Eddie answers.

He doesn't expect any payment for helping Maddie out. It was him doing something kind so that no one gets hurt.

If Eddie asks the head witch, Athena Grant, for an extra eye of protection when he gets to the car, well, Buck and Maddie don't need to know that LAPD is prepared as a back-up plan.

---

While he isn't expecting it, Eddie's not surprised to see Buck talking to abuela a few days later when he gets to the shop with Christopher."

My fire captain told me you talked to his wife about my sister," Buck says as soon as he lays eyes on Eddie.

"You work for Bobby?" Eddie didn't expect Buck to be a firefighter, but…now he has that image in his head and there is nothing at all that he has against it. "I didn't tell her anything detailed. Just that as the High Witch we might have some danger to look out for."

"She's actually the one who suggested I come here, you know."

Buck doesn't look upset by Eddie's decision, or by Athena's involvement. Eddie's still not entirely sure where that puts them, but he doesn't get to ask when Buck's smiling at Christopher.

The Omega kneels down and offers his hand. "You must be the awesome Christopher that Isabel's been bragging about."

Christopher, ever the polite child, takes Buck's hand with a smile as bright as the Omega's. "Abuelita talks about me and dad all the time ."

"Well, she's got every right to," Buck replies, "I'd be bragging about science fair wins all the time if I could."

Christopher beams with pride. "Dad has an important medal for being a hero," he informs the Omega, "but we're not allowed to talk about it.

"Eddie shifts uncomfortably. "There's nothing to tell," he shrugs, "just did my job."

"Come on, mijo," Abuela tells Christopher, coming around the counter, "you can help me set up for my next reading appointment."

It's not subtle and Eddie's not a fool. He knows abuela's giving them privacy.

The Alpha wanders down the aisles, aware of Buck following his lead. "Did Maddie need something else?"

"Oh, uh, no." The Omega bites his lip as he joins Eddie in the aisle of crystals and stones. "Actually, she sent me with an order to get myself something."

"Oh?" Eddie's smile twitches. "Protective big sister?"

"More like she's pushing me to do something." Buck waves a hand towards some of the stones. "Told me I should look into some garnet."

It's a strange request considering Buck's a firefighter, but he moves to the right basket and pulls out a polished pebble of garnet. "What does she think you need some courage for?"

Buck slowly comes over. "Well," he starts, taking the garnet from Eddie and looking up from under his lashes, "she thinks I need some help asking out this really cute Alpha that's been nice enough to help us out. I guess I wasn't super clear before."

A flush burns through Eddie's cheeks. "She does, huh?"

Buck nods. "Yeah."

"Is that you asking me out then?"

Buck huffs out a laugh as he smiles. "Eddie, would you be interested in going out with me?"

The Alpha in question moves past Buck to a different basket. He takes out a quarter-sized tiger's eyes and turns around, placing it in the Omega's palm.

"What's this for?" Buck asks.

"For luck." Eddie lets his fingers linger against Buck's palm, tracing his life line. "If I'm going to go out with a firefighter then I need to make sure he's going to be able to keep the date."

Eddie doesn't like to admit that the universe talks, or that there's real fate that can be intertwined in the magic. But he's willing to accept there's something to it when it gives him an Omega like Buck whose smile is as bright as the stars.

(also available to read on ao3)

#911 fic exchange #911ficexchange #911 fox #9-1-1 on fix #911 on fox #9-1-1 #911 au #buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #wolfnprey #uisceonelove

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Bittersweet Temptations

CHAPTER 3

[special dts: @bluewingedangel @siennamariia <3]

Your neighbors, Nathan and Elena, have been friends with your parents for years. Whether it’d be family gatherings or vacations, they were around; they were family. But when you return home from your final years of college, what will happen when you find that it isn't just them living in the house next door anymore?

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I wanted to say something.

I knew based on the long expressions plastered across their faces, that they were waiting impatiently for me to say something too.

But I physically couldn’t.

A knot cemented itself at the back of my throat, suffocating me as I tried to swallow. I could feel my mouth suffer through a drought as I did so.

All I could do was look at the three of them, internally wallowing in embarrassment with a load of questions making my head spin.

How could Nate and Elena keep something like that from me? What were they thinking? No. What was I thinking?

Suddenly, the voices of people scattered amongst the yard became too loud. Though, the stares directed towards me were louder.

“Y/n can you say something?”

Without even thinking, I felt my body turn away from them, and I carried myself away.

“Y/n?” I could hear Elena calling after me.

“I’ll just be a minute” I finally croaked back to her, relieved that I could finally get a word out.

I rushed past the deck towards the side of the house.

I knew in the back of my mind that I was being ridiculous. It wasn’t something to run away from; knowing they probably felt just as awkward telling me.

But I had to get away from Sam.

I couldn’t bear standing there while his smug grin could be seen in the corner of my eye.

It was driving me crazy.

Why does he insist on making this hard on me?

I continued to let my feet travel, not even worried about where I would end up. It felt good to step away from the chaos that my parents organized, for a while anyway.

But I soon found myself at the dead end of the street, in front of the wooded patches that lined the edges of the pavement; sectioning off the neighborhood from the forest.

Without any hesitation, I stepped past the barricading trees, and onto the trail that led to a place of sanctuary.

A small body of water sat on the indented ground, with blooming ferns and bushes fencing it. Farther away from the pond, large rocks collected together, forming makeshift seats to take in the atmosphere.

It looked like it belonged in a cheesy disney movie, or a landscape renaissance painting.

I found this place with Nate when I was little, and since then I would escape here when things become too much to handle.

I sat myself down on one of the largest slabs of rock, almost seeing the memories with Nate passing around me in the form of faded visuals; they were almost ghost-like.

I took myself into these moments one by one; succumbing to the laughter, the playfulness, the smiles, the thrill.

Even though I love my parents more than anything, the bundles of memories Nate and I shared, showed me a glimpse of adventure that my parents couldn’t give me.

The overwhelming feeling of contentment pushed a smile onto my face.

But in an instant, it all faded.

Sam.

That one moment with him feasted on my conscious mind like a ravenous vulture. It made my stomach churn in the worst possible way.

I sunk my head into my hands, huffing in frustration.

That is, until I heard a few raucous cracks of leaves and sticks not too far from me.

I fix my posture while whipping my head towards the direction of the noise, only to be met with guilty eyes.

Nathan stood there, leaning his upper body on the stiff trunk of a tree.

Perfect timing, Nate..

My lips flatlined as I scratched at the corner of my forehead, “Hey.”

He steps closer, leisurely but surely.

“Hey,” he gestures to the vacant space next to me, “can I?”

“Yeah.”

Placing both of his hands on his thighs, he plops down next to me, slightly grunting. We sat there in silence; but it wasn’t peaceful, it was impatient.

The both of us were longing to say something to one another, but neither of us preferred confrontation in the slightest. So we sat there, staring at the grove.

“It’s been a while since we’ve been here.”

I look over to him, noticing the tinge of nostalgia sketched upon his features.

“uh yeah.. yeah it really has,” I release a breath, reverting my eyes back to the pond, “almost 5 years.”

It was two days before I left for college. Screaming echoed throughout the house, and reverberated through my head, overwhelming my senses.

My parents chalked it up to being stressed over ‘my big move,’ which I can believe. But the words said that day pushed its way through me. I finally had enough of the nonsense and hollered back at them.

Big mistake. ‘you’re an absolute failure’ They said, ‘you’re never gonna go far.’

Long story short, I ran out of the house, and into the forest. I sat on this same rock, with tears planting glistening streams down my face.

Nate apparently heard the commotion, which wasn’t too surprising, and he made his way to me.

He didn’t even say a word before wrapping his arms around me; embracing me with a comforting warmth that slowly eased me back to normal.

‘Sic Parvis Magna,’ He said.

I was more than confused with those few words, until he began to speak once more.

‘Greatness from small beginnings. Now this isn’t exactly small, you know, with you leaving me here to go to college and all. But it is a new beginning- your new beginning. Don’t let anyone stop you from moving forward.’

That was the last day I saw this beautiful spot of ours, and the last time I really had a solid conversation with Nate; it made the final memory bittersweet at best.

“It really hasn’t changed a bit though.”

“Probably because change is dining elsewhere,”I tried to whisper under my breath, but unfortunately, he heard me loud and clear.

I look up at him in the corner of my eye, noticing his presence fall into a sea of guilt again.

He runs his hand through his surprisingly neatened hair, letting out a sigh that releases all of his proper posture.

“Look, y/n, I wanted to tell you. I really did. But it’s just-”

“Nate all I gotta ask is why? Why would you keep something that major from me?”

I had my body fully turned to face him now, while he still remained there; slouched with his head bowed to his fidgety hands.

I could tell he was stalling, swallowing his responses with force.

“Nate. Just tell me. Please.”

His eyes closed as he exhaled, “It’s a very long story.”

“I’ve got plenty of time.”

“Not exactly.” Roars of laughter within the distance cause both of us to look at the trail leading out of the woods, “we’ve still got a party going on, which happens to be for you, if I may add-”

“Seriously Nate, you think I care?” I was growing fretful, mentally pleading for him to just give up on excuses.

His hands raised in defense, “Fine, fine, okay..”

———

It didn’t even occur to us how long we’d been out here until the streams of sunlight disappeared from the ruptures in between the trees. The day was just replaced with the beginning of nightfall.

“So you’re telling me that Sam, your brother...who was presumed dead for 15 years, dragged you out across the globe to find Henry Avery’s treasure in 3 months because a drug lord was gonna kill him if you didn’t?”

Nate stifled a low chuckle, nodding along.

“So I take it you found it and gave the son of a bitch his cut? Well, since he’s alive and all-”

“Hey, language missy.” He attempted a scolding tone, but I could see through his thin facade.

I rolled my eyes, shoving him playfully,“Haha very funny. Now answer the question mister.”

“Well, it turns out the son of a bitch was Sam. He uh- lied about the whole thing.”

My eyes widened, “Wait what? So the drug lord- the sole purpose of the treasure hunt..”

“Yep it was all bullshit.”

I averted my wide-eyed gaze from him to the pond that was now lit with the blaring lights of fireflies,“Wow. I’m surprised no one got the chance to kick him in the face.. or balls.”

“Yeah Rafe- he pretty much took care of that one..”

The both of us laughed, causing a few birds to flutter away from the branches closest to us.

I missed this.

“Figured I’d find you two here.”

As our fit died down, we glanced over to a beaming Elena emerging from the trail with her arms crossed over her chest.

“I told your parents that you were comin’ over with us. I assumed you wanted some space from all the chaos.”

I showed my relief in the form of a warm simper, up until the realization punched me in the face.

Sam is gonna be there.

My body tensed, becoming a stiff statue in place. The lack of saliva in my mouth was back, and I felt my breath hitch silently.

I guessed the two of them noticed my change in demeanor.

“Are you okay y/n? You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Elena’s tone was gentle, as her grin faltered slightly.

“No no it’s fine it’s just- it’s nothing don’t worry,”I abruptly stood up, scratching at my forehead again, “lets go, back.”

“You sure?,” I felt Nate’s arm fall over my shoulders, giving me a faint squeeze as the three of us trudged down the path.

I needed to take my mind off of Sam, hopefully I can avoid him.

“Yeah..” my voice trailed off, “as long as I get to play a certain game that I happened to have the highest score of.” walking confidently with my head held high, I could still see Nate rolling his eyes.

“Actually, Elena has since claimed that title for herself.” Nate said frankly.

A dramatic gasp escapes my lips,“Elena, are you kidding me!”

“Hey, don’t get mad at the pregnant lady here,” she looks back at Nate and I as we continue to walk down the trail, “how about this: you two compete to try and beat my high score.”

Nate looks down at me with the same contemplative look I give him.

“And what’s the catch, hun?” Nate asks.

“Loser gets pushed or thrown into the pool.”

Well well well, Elena’s finally getting in on our shenanigans.

I smirked, “This is gonna be light work.”

“Oh really now? I just know you’re secretly afraid that I’m gonna win.”

“Sure, Nate. I’m not gonna lose, you’re all bark and no bite.”

It was his turn to let out a theatrical breath,“How dare you accuse me of such a thing?”

While Nate and I went on with our child like banter, Elena laughed hysterically at our foolishness,“You two are absolutely ridiculous.”

Nate glances back at me, only this time his fist patiently waited in front of me for a fist bump, “you ready to get destroyed?”

I scoff, hitting my fist on his, “You’re on.”

#sam drake x reader #samuel drake x reader #uncharted fanfiction #sam drake #uncharted #uncharted 4 #samuel drake #nathan drake #naughty dog #elena fisher #sam drake fanfiction

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Philza and/or Techno and/or Ranboo fic recs

just some of my fav dsmp fics, mainly phil, techno or ranboo bc i’m biased but also a bunch of sbi and others

this one goes out mainly to zablr discord my beloved

pls tell me if the links don’t work

all of these are on ao3

rating\status(complete/ongoing)\warnings\word count\misc tags

ichor flows free amongst the iron by summer_rising

T\o\violence\13k\series\gods AU

Summary:

A gods and goddesses AU of the Dream SMP, dramatized for all our benefits.

First work:

"Two gods meeting on a mountaintop overlooking the stormy sea? Very classy, Dream, I appreciate your taste."

Dream didn't turn to look at him, but the faint shake of his shoulders let Techno know he had heard.

"Scar's healing up nicely, I see," Techno mumbled with a light nod of his head.

"Mhm. Cut nice and clean. Not that I expected any less from you, of course."

The god of power and the god of luck meet on a mountaintop to discuss Luck's standing in the ongoing political disaster.

We're Only Young by ImperialKatwala

G\o\-\66k\series\Dream & Technoblade

It's easy to forget amid the chaos and bloodshed how similar - and how young - Dream and Technoblade really are.

And when the sun comes up, you'll find a brand new god. by SkyboxZoo

M\o\violence\19k\gods AU

Summary:

The wounds from the fight had healed nigh instantly, but the golden blood still soaked Techno’s shirt. His cloak had gotten torn off and his hair had fallen out of its pony-tail. Ichor pooled in his boots. The man left a trail of golden, bloody footprints in his wake.

old gods (new gods) by WriterWinged

T\o\-\9k\series\gods AU

Summary of first work:

Survival, Blood, Madness. Philza, Technoblade, Wilbur Soot. Three gods who have never cared for mortal life, who play with them when they want to, who kill their toys just as easily. How, then, did a mortal end up in their hands?

This House Is A Fucking Nightmare by SilverWing15

T\c\-\17k\series\sbi

Summary:

AU Where Phil isn't quite as willing to stand by while his sons drop like flies

Summary of third part (my fav):

Does lingering too long in the shadow of a god make you a god? The voices in his head seem to think so.

His brothers know he's older than them but they don't know how much

OR: Technoblade doesn't think his brothers realize how different they are from ordinary men. After all, ordinary men may fight the gods, but they don't win.

It's been a long day. by BecausePlot

G\c\-\3k\Philza & Ranboo

Summary:

Sides are bad: he knows that much. He’s seen it tear people apart time and time again, so when he decided to separate himself from Tubbo and keep his distance, he knew he was in the right.

Well. He thought he was in the right, at the time. Sitting all by himself on the steps to the Prime Path, he’s not so sure anymore.

Yes, the sides might have torn the others apart, might have made them so weak that they have no choice but to fold under Dream’s hand, but at least they aren’t lonely.

So are sides bad?

‘I don’t know.’

~*~

Or, Ranboo looks out at the ruins of L'Manburg, feeling more lost and lonely than he ever has.

But, as he soon finds, he's not as alone as he thinks.

the voices in my head, they say a lot of things by rosyasteria

-\c\violence\1k\Technoblade-centric

Summary:

Some days the voices didn’t listen. They didn’t let up. They screamed instead of whispered, relentless, assaulting his ears until they bled.

tell them i was the warmest place you knew and you turned me cold by rosyasteria

-\c\-\2k\Techonblade-centric

Summary:

Technoblade cared. But in the end it just fucked him over.

For the majority of his life, Techno felt like less of a companion, less of a family member, and more like a weapon to be wielded. 'The Blade' they called him; never 'friend'.

It Leaves Little Time for Anything Else by mirandible

M\c\-\1k\part of series\Dream & Technoblade

Summary:

A young man aims for the top, but fate has other plans for him. So does Technoblade, apparently.

(Or: answering the question of “Why does Techno hide his scars if they’re supposed to be some sort of trophy? Why keep your point of pride a secret?”)

the best requiem is a bar of silence (and I'll sing it, even if I must hold back my tears) by jello12451

T\o\-\10k\Philza & Technoblade

Summary:

He can’t help the noise of celebration that escapes him. Techno- this means that Techno’s free, and he got his horse back, and everything is alright-

Tubbo, filled with rage at Phil’s cheers, turns and impulsively shoots an arrow.

He doesn’t expect to hit his target.

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Alternatively: What if Phil didn't have a bucket of water when Tubbo shot him?

Change fate by being aggressively kind by sircantus

T\o\-\13k\sbi, Philza-centric

Summary:

“You do understand that you’re caring for the thing meant to bring destruction and chaos to our world, right?” The woman asks, Phil looking behind him fondly as Techno grabs at the ends of his wings.

“He’s just a child.” Phil answers distractedly, humming as his wings get gently yanked at.

“He’s the first of three to destroy life as we know it! Shouldn’t we, well, get rid of him?!”

“Oh, no.” Phil raises his eyes with a sharp glare. “Believe me, I have my own way of preventing the apocalypse.”

---

Or, Techno, Wilbur, and Tommy are basically chaotic forces of nature, destined from birth to end the world and bring destruction. Most who hear of the tale of them are trying their best to track them down, and to end the monsters while they’re still young, still just children.

Phil has a different plan.

(In which Phil raises the minecraft equivalents of the anti-christ with love and support, so much so to the point where the world ending is really just a funny thought, and Phil has three kids who casually have powers that are bit more extreme than anything else in the world)

I promised you that everything would be fine by findingkairos

G\c\-\6k\Technoblade-centric

Summary:

manifestation: (n.)

1. an event, action, or object that clearly shows or embodies something abstract or theoretical;

2. a version or incarnation of something or someone;

3. an appearance of a ghost or spirit;

4. the Blood God.

When he's young and still alone, still establishing his reputation as the immortal warrior, Technoblade makes up an imaginary friend.

Years later, the blood god is very real and very much a god: one that is prepared to do anything for their first and only friend.

the inner mechanism of a black box by Bee_4

T\c\violence, self-harm\Technoblade-centric

Summary:

Technoblade lets himself get imprisoned for Philza’s sake. He doesn’t plan on being there long. Unfortunately, he’s underestimated Pandora’s Vault.

There are things that will make even the Blade fall apart in due time, as it turns out.

carry all my sins by BananasofThorns

T\c\-\4k\Ranboo-centric

Summary:

Ranboo swallows. “All my armor and weapons and stuff are missing. Fundy and I were gonna go looking for them after the festival, I think.”

“I see.” Tubbo smiles again, but this time it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Well, I’m sure it’ll be fine, it’s just a festival. We could probably find someone to lend you a sword or an axe or something.”

He starts towards the stage, waving at people when they call his name, and Ranboo follows. The original panic has dulled to a cold buzz in his chest, but apprehension still wraps itself around his body like chains. He doesn’t like being without his armor and tools; he feels too exposed, and if something happens, he’ll be helpless.

“Ranboo?” Tubbo calls, glancing back.

Ranboo shakes his head and hurries to catch up. “Yeah, it’ll be fine,” he repeats. “Everything’s gonna be fine."

Tubbo grins. “That’s the spirit.”

Rule 5: be loyal. L'manberg doesn't do well with supposed traitors. Ranboo deals with the consequences.

Sojourn by Lacy_Star

T\o\-\13k\Ranboo & Technoblade & Philza

Summary:

“Well…” Ranboo started slowly, “You see, uh… I kinda… don’t have a house anymore, obviously. Um… Phil found me in—“ He paused, cutting himself off and squinting at the floorboards— very discreet, “Phil… found me. And… um… He said I could stay by you guys. Like, um, by the dog house he wants to build?” He paused, then began to ramble, “But, uh, if you don’t want me here, I understand— and I’m sorry for coming in your house when you weren’t here, I swear I didn’t touch anything— it was just cold outside and—“

Techno just stared at him. And how, how was this the second time this had happened to him? How was this the second time he returned home after battle to discover an injured teenage boy waiting for him, seeking assistance with nowhere to go? And how badly had that ended last time, in nothing but betrayal and insults?

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AKA: Phil drags a half-enderman home after Doomsday, and Techno decides that they can keep it. For now.

can an axe count as rent? by aboutfivebees

T\c\-\4k\Ranboo & Technoblade & Philza

Summary:

Ranboo’s struggling to settle into his new life on the Arctic Anarchist Commune, but at least he’s got bread.

or the struggles of an enderman hybrid to come up with a housewarming gift to give to his friends, who are just trying to adopt him

The Caged Bird Sings of Freedom by StarPrince_Punk

T\o\-\25k\Ranboo & Technoblade & Philza

Summary:

The Blade's stance was still tense, his body prepared to fight at a moment’s notice if need be. “What’s your name?” Phil asked “My… name?” The Blade asked. “Yeah. Your name isn’t actually The Blade, right? That’s like a stage name?” Phil tried to keep his tone light. “What’s your real name?” The Blade hesitated. “No one… No one’s called me by my name in a long time.” ------- When Phil comes across Ranboo in his panic room after L'Manberg's destruction, it reminds him of when he first met Technoblade. And just like when he met Techno, Phil's first instinct is that he has to help this kid. While living together, Techno and Ranboo learn that they're much more similar than they had previously thought, and Phil learns that it's not too late for him to be a better dad.

This already feels like more of a home by H3118ENDER

T\o\violence, death\18k\Ranboo & Technoblade & Philza

Summary:

As the ashes of L'Manberg settle the conflict continues to come to life setting the stage for a new wave of blood shed. Stuck slam in the middle of past and present friends Ranboo is coming to learn that even without nations to their names feelings and feuds don't die but people, people do.

A Shadow of a Shadow by unappetizingegg

T\c\-\4k\ Ranboo & Technoblade & Philza

Summary:

There were a few beats of silence, and then- “What are your plans, now? Do you need a place to stay?”

That caught him off guard. Surely he’d heard incorrectly. Phil was offering him a home, right after he’d orchestrated the destruction of his past one? It didn’t make any sense, none of it did. Why would Phil say that?

Then he remembered, he remembered Techno stopping him in the fight. He remembered being handed his book, the question in Techno’s gaze. He swore, in that moment, Technoblade, the Technoblade, had been worried about him. He remembered that he had been told to leave, to run, to get away and preserve himself. He had spared him, he remembered that Techno had spared him.

Techno had helped him. Phil had tried to protect him, to get him away from the danger.

They were there for him.

---

alternatively:

Ranboo is alone. But he really isn't.

Meritocracy by oddsbodkins

G\o\-\18k\Dream & Technoblade, sbi, medieval AU

Summary:

Dream is more successful than he'd ever imagined - but there's one thing that's been bothering him. Technoblade, his biggest rival, the Acolyte of the Blood God and King of the Arena, went missing last spring, just before Dream got the chance to duel him. Without that one achievement to pave his way, all the following victories have felt cheap.

So, Dream hired some goons to dig Technoblade up and pester him into coming back to the Capitol, for one last showdown. Easy enough, right?

Interlude I: "Promises to Keep" by Ozzyyy

T\c\-\1k\part of a series\Technoblade & Philza

Summary:

These woods are lovely, dark, and deep But I have promises to keep

And miles to go before I sleep And miles to go before I sleep.

Techno has a plan. It's crazy. It's insane, it's actually just batshit bonkers. But if chaos cannot be enjoyed together, then what's it worth, yeah? There's a certain beauty in watching the world burn from the center of the flames. Phil intends to be there.

I Don't Want To Start A Fight (wouldn't you rather start a riot?) by KryOnBlock

T\c\violence, death\15k\Technoblade & Philza & Ranboo

Summary:

An universal ping rang out from behind him, the third and final he knew, and Phil sobbed, clutching the body tighter.

Techno didn’t move.

It always has been Technoblade and Philza, Philza and Technoblade. Take on half, and you shall never go back.

Sheltered by Lulatic

G\c\-\6k\Ranboo & Technoblade

Summary:

It was cold outside. But Techno never heard Ranboo complain.

That was the best excuse he could muster to keep him out.

Antarctic Princes 'verse by BirchWrites

T\o\-\15k\series\sbi

Summary:

Loosely-connected one shots set in an AU where the Antarctic Empire and the Dream SMP are in the same world. Ordered chronologically, but each fic can be read as a standalone thing

Summary of first part:

Oh shit. Forget arrested; Dream’s going to have to tell Wilbur that he watched Tommy get stabbed for being terminally stupid.

May we cross paths again by QueenLunaFreed

G\c\-\1k\Dream & Technoblade

Summary:

“Even if tomorrow it’s just us versus the entire server, Dream, I’m telling you right now - I have confidence.”

---

Dream couldn’t comprehend the pacing contradiction in front of him, the weakness he could clearly see, but would never comment on. Because this man has been defying Dream's expectations since they first met, because despite them not being friends and having no reason to trust each other, Dream knew that Technoblade is the only person who he’d trust to do this right. To destroy L'Manberg alongside him yet again, this time for real.

leave me your starlight by findingkairos

T\o\-\18k\Technoblade & Philza

Summary:

For you the world, Phil.

Once upon a time, Philza Minecraft is the only person who does not shy away from the bloody teen that regularly turns the tide of war.

This cements a friendship that will last wars, empires, worlds, and lifetimes.

---

(Featuring: Back to Back Badasses, healthy relationships, accidental deification, intentional world domination, and Phil's past coming back to haunt his best friend.)

#fanfic #dsmp #technoblade #philza #ranboo #zablr #fic recs

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raya-rhaenyra-ahsoka · 2 years

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House of the Dragon Ep. 7: Driftmark, a Summary (Incorrect Quotes Edition)

SPOILERS AHEAD!

*Laena Velaryon's funeral*

Vaemond: *gives speech about Laena in High Valyrian*

Vaemond: *looks directly at Rhae-Rhae* ...Lady Laena leaves behind two TRUE-BORN daughters.

Rhaenyra: *thoughts* Wtf is his problem?

Daemon: *laughs*

. . . . .

Rhaenyra: *approaches Jacaerys* Jace, baby, have you seen your daddy?

Rhaenyra: Btw, your cousins’ mom had just died. Maybe you should go comfort them.

Jacaerys: I lost someone too.

Rhaenyra: Jace.

Jacaerys: Wtf are we even doing here, mommy? We should be in Harrenhal for Lord Lyonel and Ser Harwin.

Rhaenyra: *lowkey panics and looks around fearing someone heard them*

Rhaenyra: It’s not appropriate. The Velaryons are our fam and the Strongs aren’t. Get it?

Jacaerys: *annoyed* Fine.

. . . . .

Helaena: *tending to her bugs*

Aegon: *disgusted* Eww, wtf is she doing now? We have nothing in common.

Aemond: Uh, she’s our sister.

Aegon: You marry her, then.

Aemond: I’d do it, but I’m not promised to her.

Aegon: It’s a terrible idea, honestly.

Aemond: It would strengthen the fam and keep our blood pure.

Aegon: She’s fucking weird af.

Aemond: She’s your future queen. Show her some respect, bro.

Aegon: *grabs another drink* Well, actually, we do have one thing in common. We both dragons and you don’t.

Aemond: …

Aemond: Fuck you, Aegon.

. . . . .

Larys: *creepy stalking Alicent*

Criston: Queen Ali, Larys has been staring at you weirdly, btw.

Alicent: *Sees Larys* Wtf

Alicent: Calm down, Crispy. He’s just happy he’s the new lord of Harrenhal.

Criston: …

. . . . .

Jacaerys: ...

Baella and Rhaena: ...

Jacaerys: Idk what to say, but I’m here.

Baela: *grabs Jacaerys’ hand* Thanks, cousin.

. . . . .

Corlys: Lukey, my title and High Tide will be yours someday. Your big bro will be king and he’ll be in King’s Landing with all the boring meetings and shit. But the lord of the tides rules the seas.

Lucerys: *pulls a Jon Snow expression* I don’t want it.

Jon Snow in the future:

Corlys: Wtf it’s your birthright.

Lucerys: If I’ll be lord of driftmark, that means everyone’s dead.

Corlys: …

. . . . .

Rhaenys: *approaches Baela and Rhaena*

Jacaerys: K bye.

Rhaenys: *hugs Baela and Rhaena* It’s ok, my grandbabies.

Rhaena: *sad face* I don’t want mommy gone.

. . . . .

Jacaerys and Aemond:

. . . . .

Laenor: *staring at the sea, crying*

Corlys: Wtf

Corlys: Hey, Qarl, get your bff out of the water.

Vaemond: Big bro, wtf. Calm down.

. . . . .

Viserys: Hey, lil’ bro. Your baby girls look like their Mom. Trust me, it helps with the loss of pain, but then again the gods can be cruel.

Daemon: Bitch, please. They’re more cruel to you. I mean, you look terrible af.

Viserys: Btw, maybe you should come back to King’s Landing with us. You know, come back home.

Daemon: My baby girls and I live in Pentos now.

Viserys: Bro, I know we fight a lot, but let’s forget about that. I’ll give you a position when you come with us. That’s something you need, right? So, what do you say?

Daemon: No, thanks. I don’t need anything.

Viserys: Come on, bro.

Daemon: *walks out*

Otto, to Daemon: Sorry for your loss.

Daemon: Stfu, I know you don’t mean it.

. . . . .

Viserys, to Alicent: I’m going to bed, Aemma.

Alicent: Wtf my name is Alicent!

Everyone at the funeral:

Everyone in the fucking universe:

. . . . .

Aegon: *drunk af*

Otto, to Aemond: Where tf is your bro?

Aemond: *points at Aegon on the floor*

Otto: *finds him and kicks his ass*

Aegon: Aemond, wtf?! No, wait. You’re not Aemond.

Aegon: *panics* Oh, shit! Hi grandpa.

Otto: Go to bed, you little shit!

. . . . .

Rhaenys: Laena wants to come home, but Daemon said no.

Corlys: I’m sure he’s doing what’s best for the fam.

Rhaenys: That son of a bitch is selfish. She would’ve been here and had our Maesters treat her.

Corlys: They have doctors there too, Babe. If you’re blaming someone, it’s the gods.

Rhaenys: Maybe they’re punishing us because of our big heads.

Corlys: Hey, you would’ve been the queen. But those mofos gave it to your cousin. Is it bad that as your hubby for you to get it back?

Rhaenys: Omfg, not this again. I know it’s really for your ambition and not for me. I accepted the fact that I will never have it, it’s you who wouldn’t let it go. Even now, your daughter just died, your son is a mess, and that’s all you care about? Wtf.

Corlys: Babe, we only live once. Of course, we got to live our lives to the fullest.

Rhaenys: I want Laena’s baby girl, Baela to inherit Driftmark. To someone who actually has Velaryon blood. You can say it now while everyone’s still here.

Corlys: What about Laenor?

Rhaenys: He’s gonna be king consort. I wouldn’t worry about him.

Corlys: And Laenor’s baby boys? What about them, huh?

Rhaenys: Come on, you aren’t blind. Kids looked nothing like him. You know those aren’t his sons. But we’re sure that Laena’s daughters came out of her.

Corlys: History doesn’t remember blood, they remember names.

Rhaenys: Wtf Corlys.

. . . . .

Rhaenyra: *venting out* Laenor is so bored because there are no battles. Our marriage is a joke, but at least, I’m involve.

Daemon: You’re lucky.

Rhaenyra: I guess I have been ever since my daddy chose me. But we tried, but nothing happened. Plus, there’s no pleasure, at all. I did find it though, and it’s soo good. *wink-wink*

Daemon: Oh, yeah, that’s why Harwin was always around you.

Rhaenyra: Yeah, I shouldn’t have let him leave though. They say that castle more cursed then ever.

Daemon: You know that’s an urban legend, right? If I had to guess, that was your evil stepmom’s doing.

Rhaenyra: I don’t think Ali would actually kill anyone, but her dad? Maybe. That son of a bitch had me spied.

Daemon: Everyone makes mistakes, Rhae-Rhae.

Rhaenyra: Oh, that’s so rich coming from you, uncle.

Daemon: I’m sorry, and what exactly did I do?

Rhaenyra: Bitch, you left me!

Daemon: I had too, you were still a baby.

Rhaenyra: *seduction mode on* Sure, but I’m not a baby anymore. 😉

Daemon: Rhae-Rhae, wtf are you doing?

Rhaenyra and Daemon: *makes out*

Rhaenyra and Daemon: *doing it*

. . . . .

Aemond: I want a dragon and I’m getting a dragon.

Aemond: *sees Vhagar*

Aemond: Ooh, I want her.

Aemond: *claims Vhagar*

Aemond, flying on Vhagar:

Aemond: OMFG THAT WAS AWESOME!

. . . . .

Baela and Rhaena: *sees Vhagar being stolen* Wtf

Baela: *wakes us Jacaerys* Jace, wake up!

Jacaerys: What? What?

Baela: Someone stole our mommy’s dragon.

Jacaerys: *gets up* WHAT?! Son of a bitch!

. . . . .

Rhaena: *sees Aemond* Omfg it’s him.

Aemond: Yeah, it’s me. Got a problem?

Rhaena: Wtf Vhagar is my mommy’s dragon!

Aemond: Well, she’s dead. Doesn’t matter.

Rhaena: I was gonna claim her!

Aemond: First come, first claim then, bitch. Maybe your cousins can find you a pig then.

Rhaena: Wtf that’s it!

Aemond: *shoves Rhaena aside* Weak bitch.

Baela: *punches Aemond* Don’t touch my sister, you son of bitch!

Aemond: *punches Baela* Fight me and I’ll feed you to my fucking dragon!

Jacaerys: *attacks Aemond* Wtf, Aemond! You should never hit a girl!

*Kiddie fight ensues*

Aemond: *gains the upper hand and strangles Lucerys* Weak-ass bitches!

Aemond: *grabs a rock and aims at Lucerys* You’ll die screaming just like your daddy!

Lucerys: Idiot! My daddy’s still alive.

Jacaerys: If you hurt my lil’ bro, I swear to the gods, Aemond, I will end you.

Aemond: Oh, he doesn’t know? Your poor bastards.

Jacaerys: *grabs a knife* That’s it!

Rhaena: Jace, wtf are you doing?!

Jacaerys: *attacks with knife*

Aemond: *disarms Jacaerys and hits him with the rock on his head*

Jacaerys: *drops knife and hits the ground*

Lucerys: *grabs his bro’s knife*

Aemond: Anyone else?

Jacaerys:

Lucerys: *slashes through Aemond’s eye* Don’t touch my big bro!

Aemond: *covers his bleeding eye* OW! WTF?! OMFG MY EYE! I’M BLIND!

Lord Commander: WTF IS GOING ON?!

. . . . .

Viserys: How in the seven fucking hells did you let this happen?!

Lord Commander: Idk, my king. The kids were supposed to be in bed.

Viserys: Who was on duty?

Criston: The prince was attacked by his cousins.

Viserys: Rhae-Rhae’s babies are Aemond’s nephews, idiot! Not his cousins! Nevertheless, you were supposed to protect my family! WTF!

Lord Commander: I’m so sorry, my king. It won’t happen again.

Criston: Yeah, we never had to defend princes from princes, btw.

Viserys: YOU STFU AND THAT’S NOT AN ANSWER!

Criston: …

Alicent, to the Maester: *lowkey panicking* My baby’s gonna be ok, right? It will heal, right? Right?

Maester: His wound will heal, but the eye’s gone.

Alicent: *slaps Aegon* Where tf were you?!

Aegon: *still drunk af* Ow, Mom. Wtf did I do?

Alicent: Exactly! You didn’t do shit! That’s nothing compared to what your lil’ bro suffered!

Corlys: Wtf is going on? Why is everyone out of bed?

Rhaenys: *goes to comfort Baela and Rhaena* Wtf happened?

Rhaenyra: *runs straight to her baby boys*

Rhaenyra: *sees Lucerys’ broken nose* Who tf did this?

Aemond: They attacked me!

Jacaerys: Wtf? He attacked Baela!

Rhaena: He broke Lukey’s nose!

Baela: He stole my mommy’s dragon!

Lucerys: He was gonna kill my big bro!

*The kids yelling at each other*

Daemon: *watching the live soap opera in the corner* Damn, I need popcorn.

Viserys: EVERYONE STFU!

Alicent: My baby boy is the victim!

Viserys: I said STFU!

Jacaerys, to Rhaenyra: He called us bastards.

*awkward silence*

Viserys: Aemond, wtf happened?

Alicent: Your baby boy is hurt and Rhae-Rhae’s son is the one who did it.

Rhaenyra: *holds her babies defensively* It was an accident.

Alicent: Accident? Wtf! Lucerys brought a knife, he was going to kill my baby boy.

Rhaenyra: Excuse me? My babies were the ones attacked, they were only defending themselves. They were insulted.

Viserys: What insults?

Rhaenyra: He called them bastards.

Jacaerys: That’s true.

Rhaenyra, to Viserys: My babies are going to inherit the throne, daddy. This is treason. Maybe Aemond should tell us where he heard it from.

Alicent: All this because of an insult? My baby boy lost his eye!

Viserys, to Aemond: Where did you hear this lie?

Aemond: …

Alicent: It was obviously a joke. It’s probably nothing.

Viserys: Aemond, I asked you a question.

Alicent: Where’s ser Laenor? The boys’ “father” should be here, right?

Viserys: Rhae-Rhae, where is your hubby?

Rhaenyra: Idk. Couldn’t sleep so I took a walk.

Alicent: I think he’s out with his “friends”.

Corlys: *lowkey offended* Bitch, you’re in my house.

Viserys: Aemond, where did you hear it?

Aemond: I heard it from Aegon.

Aegon: Wtf?

Viserys: Aegon! Tell me the truth, where did you hear it?

Aegon: *still drunk af* Dad, I mean, look at them. They don’t have pretty blond hair like us.

Viserys: THIS HAS TO STOP! WE ARE FAMILY!

Viserys: Now say sorry to each other and we can put this behind us.

Alicent: That’s not enough. Aemond is half-blind, saying sorry will not fix his eye.

Viserys: I can’t fix his eye. Wtf do you want me to do?

Alicent: An eye for an eye. I want one of Rhae-Rhae’s son’s eyes in return.

Viserys: Ali-

Alicent: That’s your son, Viserys!

Viserys: Don’t allow your emotions to make you do brash decisions.

Daemon: *enjoying the free netflix subscription* Omfg this drama is so good!

Alicent: Fine, I’ll do it myself.

Alicent, to Criston: Hey, Crispy. Get me the eye of Lucerys Velaryon.

Lucerys: *clings to Rhae-Rhae* Mommy!

Rhaenyra: *shoves Lucerys behind her* DON’T YOU EVEN FUCKING DARE HURT MY BABY BOY!

Viserys: Don’t do it, Crispy.

Alicent: He’s my bodyguard, he answers to me!

Criston: …

Viserys: *with an angry tone* Ali! We’re done here.

Viserys: And if anyone else questions the birth of Princess Rhae-Rhae’s baby boys will have their tongues cut off.

Rhaenyra: Thank you, daddy.

Alicent: *losses it and grabs Viserys’ knife*

Lord Commander: Omfg!

Viserys: Ali, wtf are you doing?!

Alicent: *attempts to attack Lucerys*

Rhaenyra: *defends her babies by grabbing Alicent*

Criston: *attempts to aid Alicent*

Daemon: Oh shit’s about to go down.

Daemon: *grabs Crispy* Not so fast, Coleslaw.

Rhaenyra: Ali, wtf are you doing?

Alicent: I did what I’m expected to do all my life, bitch. While all you did was doing what you wanted. Now, you take my baby’s eye and acted like nothing happened.

Rhaenyra: Bitch, it’s not my fault that you’re jealous of me. Maybe you should’ve lived your life like I did. You’re trying to paint me as the bad guy here, but really, you’re just showing everyone your true colors. So, Uno reverse, bitch.

Alicent: *slashes knife*

Rhaenyra: *had her arm slashed and is bleeding* Wtf?

Alicent: *lowkey panics*

Aemond: It’s ok, mommy. It was a fair trade, I guess. I may have lost my eye, but I have a dragon now.

Aemond: *hugs Alicent*

Daemon: *checks on Rhae-Rhae* Are you ok?

Rhaenyra: Bleeding, but I’m fine.

Lucerys: *comforts Rhae-Rhae*

Lucerys: *looks up at Daemon* Other daddy?

. . . . .

Alicent, to Otto: Go on, yell at me.

Otto: Why would I yell at you?

Alicent: I did something bad, making myself, you and my babies look bad because I hurt Rhae-Rhae. Obviously, the tea has been spilled that I’m going crazy.

Otto: Well, that tea is already out.

Alicent: I’m sure Viserys will take Rhae-Rhae’s side from now on. I’m so sorry, daddy.

Otto: I’ve never seen this side of you, Ali. I love it and I’m so proud of you. Don’t worry about that squabble, it’s ok. You only did what you thought was best for your family.

Alicent: But Rhae-Rhae-

Otto: Is a spoiled brat. Everyone knows that.

Alicent: And my hubby?

Otto: He’ll forgive you if you apologize. You’re his wifey. Nothing else he can do. Just keep doing what you’re doing. Besides, your baby boy has brought us a new dragon. That’ll be useful.

. . . . .

Rhaenyra: *had her wound stitched*

Laenor: *enters the room* Wtf happened? Is everyone ok?

Maester: The broken nose’s the worst, but everyone’s gonna be ok.

Rhaenyra, to the maester: Thanks, Maester. Now please, gtfo.

Maester: *leaves* K bye.

Rhaenyra, to Jacaerys and Lucerys: Boys, your dad and I need to talk. Go rest.

Jacaerys: Yes, mommy. *grabs Lukey and leaves*

Laenor: I should’ve been there.

Rhaenyra: Lol those should be our house words.

Laenor: I fought in battles, but couldn’t protect my own family. I suck so bad.

Rhaenyra: Aemond called our sons bastards.

Laenor: I have failed you, Rhae-Rhae. I tried, I swear. The kids, I do love them. But all of it isn’t enough. I hate the gods for making me gay.

Rhaenyra: Don’t be so hard on yourself. Do you know how rare nice guys like you exist these days?

Laenor: Remember back then when agreed to have an open relationship? My bf Qarl will go back to fight in the Stepstones soon, and when he does, I want to make us work again. I'll be a better hubby to you and a better dad to our babies.

Rhaenyra: Give up your happiness?

Laenor: You deserve better, Rhae-Rhae. I’m going to be straight from then on.

Rhaenyra: Oh, boo. You don’t have to do that.

Laenor: But-?

Rhaenyra: Don’t worry, I got a plan where we both get what we want.

. . . . .

Larys: Hi, Queen Ali. I’m sorry about your baby boy losing his eye and Princess Rhae-Rhae got away with shit again.

Alicent: I know. That bitch.

Larys: Do you want me to do something about that?

Alicent: Doesn’t matter anymore.

Alicent: And don’t worry, when I want someone dead, I will actually tell you about it and you’ll do the rest, efficiently.

Larys: Omfg, yes, Queen Ali. It will be an honor.

. . . . .

Rhaenyra: I need you uncle. I can’t face the greens alone. Btw, do you remember when you told me your wife died and I asked you to marry me before I marry Laenor?

Daemon: Yeah, why?

Rhaenyra: That offer is up again.

Daemon: Rhae-Rhae, I can’t marry you because your hubby is still alive.

Rhaenyra: Well, about that.

Daemon: Wait, are you gonna-?

Rhaenyra: Lol no. I’m not a tyrant.

Daemon: Then you just set him free. You know, fake his death.

Rhaenyra: Corlys and Rhaenys won’t be happy about that. I mean, he’s their only kid left. And people will be blaming me, wtf.

Daemon: Who tf cares what people say.

. . . . .

Daemon, to Qarl: Hey, you wanna be with your bf openly and freely?

Qarl: Uh…

Daemon: I can make that happen. You just gotta help me.

. . . . .

Daemon: *kills a servant to serve as Laenor’s body double*

Qarl and Laenor: *stages a fight*

Servant: Omfg they’re fighting. I’ll get help! *leaves*

Qarl, to Laenor: Babe, let’s go!

Laenor: What?

Qarl: *places Laenor’s body double in the fireplace* Let’s run away together. But you gotta shave your head so people won’t recognize you.

Laenor: *lowkey happy* I can’t believe this is happening.

Qarl and Laenor: *gets into a rowboat to board a ship to Essos*

Laenor: Goodbye, Driftmark. Goodbye Westeros. Hello, new life with my bf.

. . . . .

Daemon and Rhaenyra: *gets married in Valyrian tradition in Dragonstone*

Baela: I’m not the only one weirded out by this, right?

Jacaerys: Nope, I’m with you, cousin…or sister? Honestly, idk anymore.

Rhaena:

Lucerys: *still confused af*

Also, Lucerys:

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

That episode had a lot of family drama. The kiddie fight was my fave scene. Cousins who just met that day worked together to beat their dragon-stealing uncle. Talk about family dynamics. Also, I’m glad they didn’t actually kill Laenor. Rhaenyra being Westeros’ 1st ally is just wonderful. The writers did the Velaryons some justice from book deaths. Petition for the writers to make Rhaena claim Seasmoke, because why not? That girl was robbed and deserves her own dragon.

I love this ep, except for the fact that it’s just so fucking dark. Seriously, wtf is Miguel Sapochnik’s problem with lighting?

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my sweet darling - how about an armed forces 911 AU? Maybe Eddie meets Navy Seal Buckley overseas? Maybe they meet back stateside at the VA?

You, my darling, always send me such fun and interesting prompts. I promise I didn’t forget.

Ooh, okay. Let’s see...

Prompt Me with AUs

Delta X-Ray (I am Sinking)

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Eddie first sees him as he’s getting off the plane in Washington. He’s going to receive a medal. Apparently his work in Bagram made him a hero and not a broken, shell of a man. Who knew. And really, it’s just a glance because he has other things to worry about besides a Navy man getting dressed down by his captain. He doesn’t need to hear what’s being said to know that’s exactly what’s happening. He’s seen that look too many times, felt the hot breath of his superior as they spat harsh words meant to ‘toughen him up’.

As he passes the sailor, he hears something to the effect of “if it happens again, you will be dismissed.” And Eddie wonders how many times this particular man has received this exact lecture. It doesn’t really matter, anyways. He just wants to get his medal, shake a few hands of politicians who think they had anything to do with his ‘accomplishment’ and go home to his wife and child – ex-wife, he reminds himself. Shannon had the papers shipped to Afghanistan. Couldn’t get away fast enough, his mind bitterly supplied. All he would have at the end of the day was his son, and a medal to replace the wedding band he’d worn since he was 19.

Before he knows it, he’s standing on a small stage, a million lights flashing in his eyes as cameras and stage lights practically blind him. His shoulder aches – out of the sling for the afternoon so he can at least look more put together than he feels – and he’s dizzy from the attention. That’s his excuse for why he doesn’t recognize the man standing beside him.

“Seaman Petty Officer First Class Evan Buckley.” A blond man steps forward and Eddie catches himself staring at the dress whites and stone expression for longer than is strictly necessary. He seems a far cry from the officer being scolded less than an hour ago, but it is definitely him. And he was standing on stage beside Eddie, about to receive a medal of his own.

“For distinguishing oneself by heroism not involving actual conflict with an enemy of the United States, Petty Officer Buckley is awarded the Navy and Marine Corps Medal.”

As he watches the stripes being pined on the officer’s lapel, he lets himself wonder what crime the man could have committed to be dressed down and rewarded in the same afternoon.

He’s so curious, in fact, that he nearly misses his own name amongst the titles thrown around.

“Staff Sergeant Edmundo Diaz.” He steps forward, holding his breath until the entire ordeal is finally finished. “For gallantry in action against an enemy of the United States, Staff Sergeant Diaz is awarded the Silver Star.” The medal is heavier than he anticipated, but he supposes that makes sense. It is quite a burden he’ll be carrying around, and now he has a gold star to go with it – he wants to chuckle at the irony of his ‘Silver Star’ actually presenting as a golden one.

It seems everything about his life is a life.

There were a lot of reasons Eddie hated attending events like this: The politics, the bravado, the crowds of people ‘thanking him for his service’. Mostly, though: he never knows anyone. Sure, he can charm a senator or two for a few minutes, swap stories with other officers from other divisions about where they were and what they saw. But those are fleeting relationships, meant to get him through the day. He’ll go back to his hotel room at the end of the night with no more friends than when he’d stepped off the plane in this awful, awful town. Eddie is tired of ‘schmoozing’. With any luck, today will be the last time he has to tell the governor’s wife how lovely she looks in her dress.

That’s when he spots the man sitting at the edge of the bar like he’s trying to hide from the world, and he decides to make his way over.

“Do you mind if I join you?” He asks, even as he sits down.

The other man’s eyes light with recognition – and damn, are they as blue as the sea. “Not at all. Diaz, right?”

“Eddie.” He supplies, raising a finger to the bartender to snag his attention. If he is going to make it to the end of the evening, he’s going to need one, good drink. “And you’re Buckley.”

“Actually, it’s Evan but you can call me ‘Buck’.” His amusement must be evident because his new drinking buddy supplies the answer. “There are a surprising amount of ‘Evan’s in the Navy.”

It had never occurred to him to check how many ‘Eddie’s were in his squadron. Maybe he should ask his CO if that’s why he always called him by his full first name.

“Congratulations, by the way.” Buck looks somewhat nervous even as the words leave his mouth. “On your medal. Good job.”

“Oh.” Is all Eddie can bring himself to say as he stares into the bottom of his glass. “Thanks.”

“You don’t look too happy about it.”

He really isn’t doing a good job of hiding his emotions if this relative stranger ca read him so easily. “No, I-” he takes a deep breath to recalibrate his thoughts and paste his best fake smile. “It is a great honour.”

“Bullshit.” Buck laughs in his face but for some reason, Eddie doesn’t bristle nearly as hard as he expected. It almost feels playful. The rest of Buck’s response is cut off by his buzzing phone on the counter. The man quickly grabs it long enough to check his notifications, returning it to its place at the bar with a disappointed look.

“Are we keeping you from something?”

“Uh, no.” It’s Buck’s turn to look caught out and in need of recalibration. His expression changes much slower. “I’m just waiting for a call from my sister. I sent her an invitation to this thing but she never responded.”

Eddie has experience with family not coming to big social events like this one. Of course, in his case, he never invited them in the first place.

“Family ain’t easy.” He shrugs as he takes a long sip of whatever burning liquid he’d ordered – it really doesn’t matter so long as he can stay sitting here and not mingling with the crowds of vultures.

“It’s more than that.” Buck looks worried, and the way he bites his lip is… Eddie shouldn’t be focusing on that. “It’s just…” The man shakes his head, dismissing whatever feelings were eating at his gut. “I don’t want to bore you.”

“Please.” Eddie leans into his space with a playful smile. “It can’t be any more boring than this event. Please try to bore me to tears, if you dare.”

When Buck smiles, Eddie’s heart flutters out of his chest and sits beside him as they listen to Buck begin to speak. He tells Eddie about his sister, how she cared for him growing up, how she went away with her asshole of a boyfriend – now her deceased asshole of a husband – leaving him to fend for himself. He talks about travelling the country, trying every odd job he could get his hands on, until a buddy of his suggested he join the Navy. And he loves the work, he really does, but he hasn’t seen his sister in over a year. Their last conversation ended in a fight about some family secret that Buck is reluctant to talk about. Even Eddie can tell that the man just misses his sister. No matter what the argument was about.

Eddie finds himself talking – in less detail – about Shannon and the divorce and his son at home. At Buck’s prompting, he shows off his favourite photos of Christopher (avoiding the one burning a whole in his shirt pocket, torn and bloody, which never leaves him). The man’s face positively lights up when he sees the kid, offering an appropriate amount of sympathy for his divorce without pushing him for more emotions.

It’s easy talking to Buck, he realizes after a few hours. Because suddenly, the venue rental is nearly up and he’s still sitting at the corner of the bar, talking to Buck. Sure, a few people have passed by and shaken their hands, thanking them for their service – Eddie cringes every time and Buck has to hide his laughter once he realizes – but for the most part, it’s just the two of them, sitting and talking.

“The flag signalling we use now was established in 1855.” Buck explains as he leans further into Eddie’s space. “And while Robert Morse invented Morse Code in the 1830s, the International Morse Code that we use didn’t come out until the 1850s.”

“How do you know all of that?” Eddie was fairly certain he hadn’t had to study the history of communication when he was in training. But he’d also been very focused on his medical textbook.

Buck was incredibly cute when he blushed, Eddie decides – though he opts to keep that opinion to himself for now. “I get bored and I read.” The man shrugs nonchalantly, as though he hasn’t been entertaining Eddie with stories of Naval history and his own dumb-ass mistakes all evening. Honestly, Eddie wants to sit here all night and listen to Buck tell him stories of the world. It seems like he’s lived a lifetime already. And what has Eddie done? Gotten a girl pregnant, joined the army, gotten shot, and now he doesn’t even have a wife to go home to.

“Can I ask you something?” Eddie realizes too late that Buck looks nervous. He thinks he probably wouldn’t have said yes if he’d noticed. “How did you get your medal?”

Now he knows he doesn’t have to answer – and his initial instinct is to close out his tab and see if he can run to El Paso on his still-injured leg. But he also realizes that he hasn’t told anyone since it happened. Not the full story. Even now, he might not have the words. But he tries.

“Our helicopter got shot down while transporting wounded. I could still move so I got everyone out. Or I tried to get them out.” The echo of gunfire is not as distant as the others told him it would be. He can still smell it. “Support finally arrived and they decided to give me a medal for holding down the fort.”

Buck places a gentle hand over his and Eddie gasps, reminded that it has been a very long time since anyone has touched him. God, how he misses it.

“You saved wounded soldiers in the middle of the desert while being fired on. And you think you were just doing your job?”

“I’m an army medic.” He reasons with the bottom of his glass. “It’s my job to save people.”

“Maybe. But I don’t think that’s why you do it.” Without elaborating, Buck smiles at him and Eddie forgets the question.

“What about you?” He asks instead. “What’s yours for?”

Unlike the enthusiastic, bubbly personality he’s been talking to for the last few hours, Buck melts into the face he saw up on that stage. The stoic, professional.

“We were on our way back from an escort mission when we encountered some rough seas. I happened to be on deck with the chief mate when he had a stroke. I tried to tend to him but the storm was getting worse and no one could find the captain, so I just took over navigation. It was rough, I had no idea what I was doing, but we all made it out safely and the chief mate was okay.” As Buck shrugs, memories of an overheard conversation come flooding back to Eddie’s mind.

“Wait, were you on the USS Angelo?”

“Yeah. Why?”

Eddie can’t believe it. He has to laugh. “You were the cadet who sailed out of Hurricane Ida?”

“I am a petty officer first class, I’ll have you know.”

“Buck, you navigated a 2,000 ton ship out of a hurricane and all they gave you was a lousy medal?”

“I should get that printed on a t-shirt, or something.”

“That was incredibly reckless but also incredibly brave. Buck, you’re a hero.”

“I was just doing my job.” The smirk tells Eddie he knows exactly what he’s doing but it still hits him that he’s throwing Eddie’s words back in his face. Cute and cheeky.

He doesn’t know why he asks – well, he does, but it’s incredibly stupid and impulsive, and he definitely can’t blame it on the alcohol but he sure would like to.

“How long are you in town?”

Buck looks pleasantly surprised by his question but answers with regret in his eyes. “I head out with the Fifth Fleet in the morning.”

Wow. “You just got a medal, and you’re headed out to earn another one?”

“Something like that.” Buck laughs and Eddie wishes he was braver than he felt. “But I won’t be gone forever. And I’m really good at telegraphy if you wanted to send anyone a message.”

He’s so grateful that Buck has the good sense to be everything he needs right now. Because asking the next question is easier with someone standing next to him. “I suppose I’ll need a way to get in touch with you, then.”

Buck winks and Eddie has never been gladder that the concept of ‘standing’ was only metaphorical. The man should not be so irresistible after only a few hours, but Eddie can’t help but watch him push off his barstool and walk around the side of the bar.

“Hey, Diaz!” The spell is broken long enough for him to look across the room at where his name is being called. He waves at old friends – well, Senior Airman Han and Space Force First Sergeant Wilson are the closest things he has to old friends but in actuality, he’s not sure he knows their first names. “We’re going to the afterparty, want to join?”

On a normal night, Eddie would decline on the basis that he doesn’t want to go, and would rather lay in bed and watch reruns of ‘Murder She Wrote’. Tonight, Eddie wants to decline on the basis that he doesn’t want to go, and would rather stay up all night talking to someone who makes me feel curious about the future.

“Not tonight.” He shouts back across the room. “I’ll catch you at the next ceremony.”

They wave him off because they know it’s the same excuse he makes every single time but the only thing that matters is getting back to Buck.

“So.” He turns to the bar only to find it empty. The seat beside him is also unoccupied, as is any of the space surrounding him.

Had he dreamed up Buck? Had he been imagining this person who made him feel like divorce wasn’t his last chance at happiness? Was he truly so desperate and lonely?

“Hey.” Eddie looks up with too much hope in his eyes to only come face-to-face with the bartender. “He left this for you.” The man – who is not Buck, no matter how much Eddie hopes to see those eyes again – slides a napkin across the counter and walks away before Eddie can ask anymore questions.

He picks up the napkin and reads the blue ink-stained note written in messy scrawl.

Kilo

--... .---- --... ..... ..... ..... -.... --... ----. .----

The dots and dashes he recognizes as a series of numbers – a phone number, he hopes – but the word above? He tries to recall his academy days.

Kilo. Short for Kilogram. Used in the International Code of Symbols to represent the letter ‘K’. In Maritime Signal Flags, it indicates: I wish to communicate with you.

He’s pretty sure the bartender hates him for how late he stayed and how loudly he laughed at Buck’s note, but he can’t bring himself to care. Instead, he spends his energy memorizing the napkin’s contents long after he’s input the number. It’s more than just a piece of paper: it’s hope.

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hi ! i don’t know if this counts as a whole prompt, but could i request some iroh ii ? maybe their reunion when kya’s daughter went back with bumi to the fire nation and their whole reunion to wedding story ?

a/n: I just did the reunion part of this because it would be hard to cram the whole timeline into one piece aha but nonetheless enjoy!

*based off of these hc’s

The cool breeze of the ocean air does little to calm your nerves as you fidget with the beads that wrap themselves neatly around your wrist and stare out into the open water. The Fire Nation docks are fast approaching, and you foolishly wonder if everything will be the same as it was when you left it behind all those years ago. You wonder if he is still the same, fearing for a moment that perhaps he has forgotten you after being apart for so long, but you don’t have time to dwell on your anxieties when a firm clap on your shoulder breaks you from your thoughts.

“Why the long face, kiddo?” Your Uncle Bumi grins. “I thought you’d be happier to be back here.”

“I am,” you reassure him, “it’s just I’m a little nervous is all. I haven’t been here in so long...”

“Well I’m sure the royals will be happy to see you,” he says. “You were Lord Zuko’s star student after all, and General Iroh is always asking about you.”

“He is?” You gasp, doing your best to quell the excitement that bubbles up inside of you at the news. You always brushed off your infatuation with the General as a silly childhood crush, but if that were the case then the mere mention of him shouldn’t have made you as cheerful as it did.

“Of course! Why do you think I brought you out here with me? Some good old nostalgia would be perfect for you!”

“Uncle,” you say with a pointed look. Bumi grins sheepishly.

“You could use a friend, y/n. And so could Iroh.”

You don’t get the chance to argue or insist that you’re fine, that you’re perfectly okay with the fact that your best friend is your Gran Gran, as the ship pulls into the docks and Fire Nation guards arrive to escort you to the palace. None of them are familiar to you, most of the men you’d known as a child having retired by now, but they still greet you with the same kindness as always, a perk of being the Avatar’s granddaughter and the Commander’s niece.

“I have to prepare for the meeting,” your uncle says as you reach the front gates and are permitted entry to the palace, “but if you want to head off and look for some old friends or even just explore your old playing grounds go right ahead.”

“Good look with the meeting, Uncle Bumi,” you reply before gifting the man a kiss on the cheek and parting ways with him for now.

You find yourself wandering into the gardens, admiring the blooming fire lilies and enjoying the refreshing breeze that blows cooly against your face as you reminisce on the memories you hold in this very spot. If you look hard enough you can almost see yourself sitting underneath the shade of the tree with Zuko and his grandson studying fire bending scrolls and enjoying cups of tea. Life had been so quiet and simple then, so peaceful. Maybe Bumi was right about needing a friend; you’d never felt lonelier in your entire life than you did now looking upon old childhood memories.

“Y/n?” A voice calls almost hesitantly, void of the confidence he’d always held, and despite the fact that your heart catches in your throat at the sound of his voice you will yourself to turn around and face the man you never stopped thinking about.

You can’t help the way your mouth hangs agape at the sight of him; he’d always been a good looking boy, but over the years Iroh had grown into the handsomest man you’d ever seen. He was beautiful with his strong jaw and shimmering gold irises, and despite how much he’d changed over the years he still held that same boyish grin you’d taken comfort in many times before.

“Iroh,” you finally say, heat crawling up your neck as you smile shyly. He’s rushing towards you in an instant, pulling you into his chest for a tight hug and laughing with pure unadulterated joy.

“I almost didn’t recognize you,” he admits with a sheepish grin, hands resting on your shoulders as he pulls away and looks you in the eyes. You don’t know it, but he’s just as taken back by your beauty. He was used to seeing you running around in your pigtails with your wide smile and a few teeth missing; you were absolutely radiant, your features maturing with the time that had passed, but your eyes still held that same twinkle they always did.

“It’s so good to you, old friend,” you say, smiling fondly as you rest a hand upon his cheek. “I’ve missed you.”

“So have I,” he replies, and you don’t miss the way he seems to melt into your touch. “I have a meeting to attend to, but perhaps you’d like to accompany me to dinner tonight? I want to hear about all of your adventures.”

“Dinner sounds lovely.”

“Perfect,” Iroh grins, “I’ll see you then.”

He parts from you then with a kiss on the cheek, leaving you with a dazed smile alone in the gardens as you watch him walk into the palace.

“We’re having dinner,” you murmur quietly to yourself, an excited smile pulling at your lips as you rush towards your assigned quarters to prepare.

~~~

“A date with the General, huh?”

“It’s not a date, Uncle Bumi,” you remind him as you sit before the vanity and slip on your favorite pair of earrings, a pair your mother had bought for you once during your travels, “it’s just dinner.”

“Sounds like a date to me,” he teases with a knowing grin. “You know, I always had a feeling about you two.”

“You said the same thing about Uncle Tenzin and Aunt Lin,” you retort only for Bumi to grimace.

“I never said it was a good feeling.”

“It’s not a big deal,” you shrug nonchalantly. “We’re just two old friends who want to catch up with each other.”

Oh, but it actually is a very big deal for you. You can’t remember the last time anyone has taken you out to dinner or the last time you had actually dressed yourself up for someone else, and frankly you don’t know why you’re so nervous. It’s Iroh, after all, your childhood friend, why should you be nervous?

“Oh, I’ll walk you out!” Your Uncle exclaims excitedly once you put the finishing touches on your ensamble, and before you can even get up from your chair Bumi is yanking you onto your feet and dragging you out of the room towards the front gates where Iroh is presumably waiting for you. “I only wish your mother were here to see this!”

“Uncle,” you groan in quiet embarrassment, “you seem more excited than I am.”

“What? That’s nonsense!” Bumi scoffs. “Can’t I just appreciate the romanticism that comes with seeing old friends?”

“I see you’re a poet much like your father,” a third voice intrudes, a smiling Iroh startling both you and your uncle. “I hope I’m not interrupting.”

“No, not at all!” Bumi says before you can so much as open your mouth to reply. “In fact I was just leaving. You kids have fun! Oh, and uh, bring her back home safe and sound and all that protective Uncle junk I’m supposed to say.”

“Of course, Commander,” he says with a slight laugh before turning to you. “Are you ready?”

“I am,” you smile, making sure to give your Uncle a chaste kiss to the cheek before taking Iroh’s outstretched and following him out the front gates. Your Uncle watches your retreating forms with a faint smile and a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Phase one of my matchmaking plan is complete.”

~~~

The royal plaza is beautiful at night. Lanterns hang from the skies and bathe the streets in their golden hue. The restaurants and shops are bustling with customers as lovers, families, and friends all spend their evenings out on the town. No one seems to notice your presence— Iroh had insisted that no guards were needed to escort you both— and for that you are grateful.

“Hungry for anything in particular? I know you were especially fond of dumplings when we were children,” Iroh notes with a chuckle.

“I’d love anything spicy. As much as I enjoy sea prunes and seal jerky, nothing in the south really has that same kick to it that Fire Nation food has.”

“I know the perfect place,” Iroh says, and you have to fight against the way your stomach seems to summersault when he takes your hand in his own and weaves you through the streets.

You end up in a quiet little restaurant together where the food is fresh and the hostess is the sweetest little old lady you’ve ever met, though she brings you way more food than you ordered. You’re eager to scarf down the spicy noodles and steaming buns, so eager in fact that you don’t notice the love stricken way in which Iroh watches you practically inhale your food.

“How’s your family?” He asks behind his cup of tea.

“Good. Gran Gran has been training the new Avatar and my mother helps where she can. My Uncle Tenzin and Aunt Pema just had a new baby not too long ago, a son named Meelo.”

“That’s amazing,” Iroh smiles, “congratulations on your new cousin.”

“Thank you. Our family is certainly growing,” you say with a slight laugh. “And how are things with you and your family?”

“I have to admit, I haven’t really been home much to know,” Iroh chuckles. “This visit is also my first time back in a while. Mother is a gracious ruler and the people love her, my sister is still living her quiet life with her husband out on the farm, and my grandfather comes back and forth all the time. Everyone seems to be happy.”

“And are you happy?”

“I like to think so. I’m the youngest General in the United Forces which is a great accomplishment, and I’m having dinner with a friend I thought I’d never see again, so yes, I’m very happy,” he notes with a wink. You can’t help but roll your eyes at his slyness, a small huff blowing past your nose.

“Don’t be so dramatic,” you tease.

“Really, y/n,” Iroh says, all features void of his previous humor as they morph into a more tender nature. He reaches across the table and rests a hand across your own, a faint smile on his lips. “I’ve missed you, and I’m so happy you’re here.”

“Me too,” you admit with a tiny smile. “It’s been hard without you, friend.”

“Friend,” Iroh repeats with a small sigh, but his smile never falters. He pays for your meal and offers you his arm to guide you back to the palace; you talk about old memories and new ones, your adventures during your time apart, and your excitement to create new ones together. You’ve never been happier, and for the first time in a long time the loneliness that normally gnaws at your spirit is nowhere to be found.

“Can you find your room okay?” Iroh asks as you reach the front doors of the palace.

“I can,” you nod with a smile. “I’m actually staying in the room I had when I was a kid.”

“Go figure,” he laughs softly before gracing you with a sweet smile. “Thank you for accompanying me to dinner tonight. Will I see you tomorrow?”

“You will.”

“Good. I look forward to it,” Iroh says. “Sleep well, y/n.”

“Goodnight, Iroh,” you utter with a small smile, making sure to gift him a kiss on the cheek before disappearing inside. Stunned, the General stands frozen in place with a dazed smile on his face. He hasn’t felt this way about anyone in such a long time, hadn’t felt such genuine excitement and joy, and he had to admit that it somewhat intimidated him. He’d always seen you as the girl he’d grown up with, the one he’d spent his time with stealing desserts from the kitchen and running through the hallways, but now...

“Spirits,” Iroh exclaims with a breathless laugh. “I think I’m in love.”

In the gardens sits the trio of adults who watch the scene unfold before them, knowing looks exchanged among them as they sip their tea and watch Iroh disappear into the palace.

“They make a handsome pair, don’t they?” Zuko notes offhandedly to his daughter. “I give them a month.”

“A month?” Bumi snorts. “No way! Three weeks maybe, but not a month.”

“I have more faith in my son than that,” Izumi says with the shake of her head. “One week.”

“One week?!” The Commander exclaims with a laugh. “Oh, you’re on!”

“Betting over the love life of my grandson and my former student was not how I pictured spending my retirement,” Zuko sighs, but there’s a smile on his face as he considers his grandson courting the granddaughter of his best friend. Life has a funny way of working out sometimes.

And it was going to work out for you and Iroh.

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