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thegnomelord · 4 months

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I REALLY LOVE THE STRAIGHTFOWARD WEREWOLVES SOAP. OMG. Its just really funny in my head, imagine the way soap would act so shameless around the reader, uncaring about the stare he got because thats just how they are! The werewolves race with their no-shit and unfiltered attitude, and oh if they take interest in you, prepare your heart especially if you has a weak one; because surely they'll cling their every waking moment with you, sniffing every spots of you that they can reach. Absurd yet endearing flirtiratios compliments would hurled at you, catching you off guard cause they just come out of nowhere. Baring their fangs at potential rivals, worst case scenario if its their own race, because they can and will get violent, best calmed the werewolves down before anything awful happened. Just a thing between werewolves to prove which one is the stronger and more qualified, whose more worthy of your love, in their point of view.

If you have the time can you make a short fic, it would be the highlight of my life for weeks!!

Okay yes but also because I love needy clingy pathetic Soap too much lol

CW: NSFW, gn reader, grinding, somnophillia, quick and rough.

You've noticed that Soap has started to act. . . strange.

He's started trying to feed you all types of stuff, mostly meat, seeking you out at all times of the day. You'll see him go out to the woods and come back with some large animal, and an hour later he'll be coming to you with a plate of food and a 'Kiss the cook' apron on (every time you have to bite back from drawing attention to the fact the arrows point down to his dick). "Hey, need that wonderful mouth of yer's to try this out." He says, watching with rapt attention as you try his food, taking every critique with a wagging tail.

And if you like his food, oh, there's a giant grin spreading across his face. "Yeah, ye like that?" He comes closer, the plate in your hands forcing distance between you two. "Reckon this cook should get a reward." He's already stepping around to press his chest flush with your back before he can finish his sentence, and you don't have the heart to stop him because the food is mouth watering and he's just scenting you, even if the occasional flick of his tongue against your nape makes you shiver. (You, again, try not to draw attention to a hard bulge grinding into your ass)

That's the other thing. He's gotten really clingy.

He's always been clingy with all the team members, nuzzling his cheek against Gaz, whining like a kicked puppy when pushes him away with a hand on his face, tail wagging as he scents Price. Usually he's satisfied after he's done scenting the lads in your team, happy to continue with his business.

But with you. . .

You can't even sit on the couch for five seconds before his burly body is snuggling up to you, taking his seat in your lap like he owns it, like he's a lap dog. Doesn't even excuse himself before his hands are groping your biceps as he nuzzles your neck. "Aye, yer so hoht," He purrs, full body rubbing against you. "Could use ye fer a blanket on cold nights." You don't know how to feel about that, his words causing your mind to stutter long enough for him to replace the scents lingering on you with his own.

And when someone enters to find you like this, he doesn't even throw them a glance, gripping onto you like a koala and all you can do is mouth a 'help me'. Doesn't work though, as the second he senses someone is getting near he's growling like a monster truck's engine, glaring at the poor sod with his face still stuck in your neck.

Or, if you're busy with something, he'll saddle up to you, ears perked up. "Oi, bonnie, hold som'ting fer me." He'll whine, tugging on your arm until you sigh.

"Fine, just give it here." You growl, holding out your arm, still concentrated on what you're doing.

Next thing you know you're cupping his jaw, his head resting on your hand. "Anyone ever tell ye, yer got perfect hands te grope with?" Johnny grins at you, that one snaggletooth fang pinching his lip, using your confusion to rub the scent glands in his cheeks against your palm, making sure you smell like him.

You shake out of your stupor and pull your hand back, resisting giving in when he gives you such a heartbroken whine. "No, Johnny." You growl and shoo him away, but he still manages to brush his tail against your leg.

You make the mistake to fall asleep on the communal couch after a grueling day of training recruits. When Johnny finds you, his nose immediately trying to get a whiff of your scent, he growls when he can barely get traces of it beneath the smell of dirt and sweat and way too many people when the only scent you should have on you is his. His inner wolf growls along with him, his ears pricking up straight, staring at your sleeping form.

He's more than happy to rectify your mistake.

He lays on top of you, purring happily to himself when you don't even shift. "Good mate," He hums to himself, wrapping around you like a blanket, face buried in your neck once again. His hands slide beneath your shirt, making him pant into your skin from the sensation of your muscles beneath his hands. He moves his body slowly, seeking to have as much skin contact as he can, mouth watering and angel bells ringing in his skull at how he can taste his scent replacing everyone else's on your skin.

He doesn't notice when he starts to nibble on your neck, but it's the sensible next move, what better way to keep competition away than let everyone know you're taken? Johnny's marks bloom across your throat as he sucks hickeys into your skin, his wolf and himself standing on common ground to make sure you're covered in his marks.

He pulls back his head to look at his work and groans, cock immediately hardening in his pants from you covered in his marks. His hips gain a life of their own, thighs gripping your own as he grinds down, already half drunk on your scent.

You wake up to find his hot breath fanning over your face, the sensation of something hard grinding against your leg dissipating any residual drowsiness. "Johnny, what the fuck?" You ask, voice rough from sleep, only now registering his weight on top of you.

"'m sorry bonnie," Johnny whines, burying his face into your neck to muffle his whining. "Just- hah- needed ye."

You grumble, but you can't hide the way heat burns through your veins at the sight of him, his face flushed, claws gripping you like you'll disappear, desperately humping against your leg.

"I can see that." You say, tensing your thigh to give aid him in his grinding, your eyes growing wide at the loud moan that escapes him, like he's a whore on camera.

"Oh, shite, thank ye, thank ye, thank ye-" He whines, his humping growing faster, butterflies fluttering in his stomach at the way you hadn't pushed him away, that you're accepting his advances, muttering 'mate' under his breath as he chases after his orgasm.

He cums before either one of you knows it, a dark stain forming in his pants as he bites down and groans into your neck. You grunt, but Soap's quick to release your skin and lap at the aching spots with his tongue, soothing the pain.

"'m sorry bonnie." He mumbles, cock still hard in his pants, his wolfish eyes settling on you. Shame nibbles on his stomach for cumming so fast when he can't smell a lot of arousal on you, his wolf growling at him to show you how good he can be.

You jump when his hand slides down to grip your crotch roughly, his pupils dilating at the way a small moan slips past your lips. "Lemme make it up fer ye yeah?"

#gnome's tea break #gnome correspondence #cod mw2 #x reader #trinkets from the hoard #john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader #monster cod au #monster 141 au #soap x reader #gn reader

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mikodrawnnarratives · 6 months

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TW (IMPLIED) CHARACTER DEATH

TW BLOOD

(not graphic blood but I'll still tag it just in case)

@naffeclipse

Might want to turn up your brightness for this one fellas

This is Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Extra

(might end up being three parts actually lol)

(my script is like 3-4 pages long so....)

Long post under the cut

I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you.

Take me back to the night we met.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do. Haunted by the ghost of you

Oh, take me back to the night we met

- The night we met by Lord Hurdon

This comic stems from my need for them to have a satisfying conclusion OKAY

I mean it's bittersweet but at least they make up (to a degree)

Explanation below (kind of spoiling next part) (kindof almost not really idk):

After being dangerously injured by a cryptid, Vanessa managed to contact the one person she wished she could have said goodbye to the most.

I'll explain more about why Vanessa is the way she is in the next part but without spoiling, Vanessa has grown a little since the last time she saw y/n. That, in combination with the fact she's bleeding out and taking on the mentality "fuck it why not", has led her to this decision.

This comic kinda goes off of the idea she gets an inkling of doubt in her mind about whether y/n is still "alive".

The next part will go into it more but that doubt mixed with her resolve leads her to at least try.

She tries to call y/n. They don't answer. She sends a text and no longer has the strength to hold on to her phone.

I don't think she'll be completely resolved to Vampires having actual consciousness but in her last moments she's also just wishing for her friend back. Her human friend. The one who has been dead all this time. Vanessa has a history with seeing ghosts so

It's worth a try

I'll let you decide which phone of y/n's she tried to contact.

Assuming y/n unblocked her on their previous phone at some point

So yeah, Vanessa in this comic is going back and forth on whether this is y/n or not. She's bleeding out, so does it really matter?

It's almost selfish how much she wishes to be free of the ache in her chest. The fact in the end, she couldn't free her friend.

You'll see more of this in the next part. I don't want to spoil it too much.

She doesn't wish to carry this burden of failing her friend. She reaches for a conclusion. She wants this to end well. She wants her friend to be okay. She wants to believe everything has worked out. She wants everyone she cares about to be okay without her.

She'll throw out her wish to the world. And hopefully, it'll come true.

She'll throw out her wish to you.

It is you.

Right?

I may have spoiled the next part a little bit oopsies

I just want to explain why Vanessa's different y'know

And y/n has their own conflicting emotions.

Even when things are a semblance of normal, it can't be. They are a vampire now. It tears them up inside.

But. Vanessa lets them touch her.

They've been afraid to do that. For the entirety of this reunion cut short.

She lets them touch her.

And again, Vanessa wouldn't be this way if... it weren't for a few somebodies.

But that's enough spoiling the next part.

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jessefandomunited · 4 months

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Alone for Christmas

It's Christmas Eve and you realize that there is no way you'll be able to see your parents this year on such short notice. Luckily it seems like someone else dosent have plans either and it may just be someone you've had a crush on for a while.

Spencer x GN reader - no smut just probably some snuggles and kisses

Christmas had come too quickly this year, and while working at the BAU was rewarding it was ridiculously hard , especially during this time of year. I called my parents a few times and told them that unfortunately the case we were on was running long and I couldn't get a flight out in time. They told me that we would just have to have Christmas whenever I could make it over, which made me smile.

" hey did you hear ," Penelope asked as I slowly came back to reality. " Hu...oh uh no sorry I was spaced out," I said nervously. "Well they got him! They'll be home by Christmas Eve," she cheered . I smiled ," that's great but I literally have nothing to do now," I sighed leaning back in my chair. She thought a moment," well... I mean... Spencer is probably free." I could feel heat creeping up my neck, " so." She rolled her eyes," SOOOOO ask him out come on you have movie nights all the time what's so different about this?" " it's CHRISTMAS EVE that's the difference, I maybe will ask him to hang out but the last thing I want is for this to be a day where I lost my best friend due to a little crush," I insisted. She nodded," okay fiiine, me and my guy can drop by and give you some of the dinner I cooked , I always make too much anyway." I smiled," sure that would be great."

Everyone was back and I was drumming nervously on the strap of my back pack. I didn't think he would say no but my mind always jumped to the worst case scenario. " welcome back guys," Garcia greeted causing me to almost jump out of my skin. I looked up and locked eyes with Spencer. I forced a smile and waved. " relax," I heard Garcia whispering as she gently nudged me towards him. I walked over and said ," hey, how was the trip." " it was great we made better time than most trips, I thought we would be snowed in. You know the clouds are the best indicator a storm is coming" I was once again in the Spencer trance. While most people told him to hurry up or get to the point I was stuck enraptured by his words. His voice his passion everything, he was wonderful. " so do you have plans for Christmas," he asked. The question threw me off and I almost didn't answer, I didn't expect that he would bring it up. " oh.. no I wasn't able to get tickets in time," I said beginning to massage my hands to ease my anxiety. He looked a little surprised," oh... well you know I don't have any plans either so we could have a Christmas movie night, I still havnt given you your Christmas present so it'll be perfect." My head was swirling and I felt like I ascended to cloud nine," yes , yeah that would be fun, you know Garcia said she would bring over some food too." " great it's settled I'll go home and grab some clothes and I'll meet you at your place in an hour 35 most likely ," he said scooping up his satchel," see you then" I waved then slumped into an unattended chair, he actually said yes.

I got home and decided to quickly make some of the tub chocolate chip cookies I have in my fridge as something to snack on while we watched a Christmas movie or two. I also stressed out way more than I should have deciding what pair of pjs to wear. I had a limited option but what combo of old shirt and pj pant truly said I'm secretly in love with you. After that I brought out a blanket for the couch and started to heat up milk on the stove to make hot chocolate. Even if there was no dramatic confession I was excited to spend time with him.

Almost exactly as he predicted I hear a light knock at the door one hour and 35 minutes after we had left the BAU. He had an overnight bag and a huge grocery bag as well. " wow what's all this I said helping him with his things. " well I thought we could decorate gingerbread house while we were watching Christmas movies ," he said beaming. My heart almost melted , he brought a secondary activity. " oooOo cookies and hot chocolate," he said excitedly, " perfect! Have you decided which movie we're watching first?" I nodded," it's kind of embarrassing but I havnt watched white Christmas yet and I really love it." He nodded," that's a great choice I love those old musicals. If you want to start it up I'll get the gingerbread houses sorted." I agreed and put on the movie.

Soon enough we were annoyingly singing the songs while we made our houses and drank our filll of hot coco. I tried my best to make the house as good as possible but it still ended up pretty sloppy. After we migrated over to the couch and settled in. We watched the muppet la Christmas carol which Spencer insisted was a must , then home alone, and then we were both fast asleep.

I woke up to the smell of bacon wafting through the air and Christmas music was playing on the radio. I smiled and checked my phone before fully waking up. Garcia sent a text that said " merry Christmas I'll be over at about 11 TELL HIM" I said merry Christmas to her and maybe. As I sat up I noticed there was a plate of half eaten cookies by the small tree I had that now had two presents beneath it. I chuckled, " looks like Santa came aye?" He glanced over ," would you look at that he did!" " thanks for making breakfast," I said stretching. " no problem at all, Thankyou for offering your home to me," he said smiling . I took a cup and poured some coffee in before sitting at the table and gazing outside at the sparkling snow covering the roads, everything seemed so still. And I felt like I did need to tell Spencer, today, now. " hey uh Spence," I asked looking over . He had two plates that he picked up and plopped in front of each of us, " yes?" I poked at my eggs and took a deep breath before saying, " if I say this can you promise our friendship we will be there." He got a worried look on his face as he said , " it depends but I believe so." I swallowed, " ever since i met you I think .... I liked you, like .. maybe even loved. I've had some issues in the past so I didn't think you would like me back. So I hid it. But it's eating me up inside and I'm fine if you don't like me back we can still be friends but I had to tell you." He didn't answer and I risked a glance up at him. He was shocked and his face was beat red, " really?" I nodded anticipating a smooth rejection. " I thought ... you only liked me as a friend too, I ... feel the same way," he stumbled over his words but it seemed to be from excitement. My eyes widened," is .. is that a yes... are we like together?" He laughed, " yes please." We both got up and embraced eachother, I felt tears come out as we stayed there. We both pulled back a bit and kissed. It was better than I thought it would be. He was more forceful than I expected his hands pulling me closer to him, we probably would have stayed like that longer if it wasn't for a kick at the door. It was 11, garcia had impeccable timing. I walked over and opened the door to an overjoyed Garcia who hugged me immediately," did you do it." I nodded and her eyes lit up she looked from me to Spencer , " are you guys?" Spencer tried to hide a smile but also just sheepishly nodded. She squealed in delight and ran over to hug him to, her boyfriend trailing behind her with food and gifts.

The rest of the day was wonderfully lazy. We ate with Garcia and her boyfriend who left quickly after to see his parents. Then we made out a bit more before remembering our presents. We sat underneath the tree and exchanged our presents. I had clumsily attempted to make him some crocheted socks (mismatched of course) but I also got him a first addition copy of " the blind banker" which he was ecstatic about. For me he had remembered how much I loved his 4th doctor scarf and made me one too. I was over the moon and gave him the tightest hug I could.

The rest of the evening we put on various Christmas movies and cuddled and talked. It was wonderful. I was overjoyed at how well this turned out. I honestly could not have been happier than I was now

#spencer ried #criminal minds #matthew gray gubler #fanfiction #spencer reid x reader

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darlingseraa · 11 months

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GUYS I CAN'T BE THE ONLY ONE TO HAVE NOTICED, RIGHT ???

Ok so, I had this epiphany the other day and wanted to share it, but like, I forgor because if I don't do something I think of immediately in the moment, then I forget to do it. BUT, here we are.

I'm just gonna mark this down as a huge spoiler for The Legend of Zelda : Tears of the Kingdom, so if y'all don't want to be spoiled on some (albeit small) details from the game's canon, please do move on lol.

Okay so, as I was rewatching the cutscenes in Tears of the Kingdom the other day, I noticed that both Rauru and Mineru have this tear-shaped white mark on the bridge of their nose. Quite innocent, right? Maybe just a Zonai trait?

But then– then I realized they also have a third eye. On their foreheads.

Now, what really baffles me is, if you look closely at these screenshots (I believe Rauru's is taken from the official Collector's Edition Artbook, and Mineru's is straight from the game itself), then you'll also realize that both Rauru and Mineru's third eye have exactly three lashes.

Okay, now that that's out of the way, hear me out.

You know what other "race" in Hyrule displays these traits or make use of that sort of symbolism?

Yeah.

The Sheikah.

They're also the only "race" in Hyrule that doesn't appear in the flashbacks where we see all the Sages.

Now, it can and will certainly be argued that the Sheikah are not a seperate race from the Hylians and yeah, I completely agree with that (it's even stated in game in the profiles of the Sheikah characters, like Paya or Impa, that they are "Hylian (Sheikah)"). In a sense, even if they are the same race, they still belong to a different people or culture than the rest of the Hylian characters, and can therefore be considered "seperate". It was the case in Ocarina of Time where the Six Sages included both a Hylian (Zelda herself) and a Sheikah (Impa, as the Sage of Shadows, I believe).

So why not include a Sage who was part of the Sheikah tribe, like Nintendo did in Ocarina of Time?

Sure, I'm going off a super subtle detail here, but I have a theory and I will die on this hill if I must : I think the Zonai were actually the ancestors of the Sheikah tribe (and of the Royal Family of Hyrule, as Sonia mentions a "blood connection" between her and Zelda, as well as the fact that she sensed both her power over Time and Rauru's power over Light within Zelda).

Now, as I said, this theory of mine is based off a few small details, as well as off of the absence of the Sheikah in the distant past of Tears of the Kingdom. However, even if Nintendo haven't done this on purpose and the marks on Rauru and Mineru's noses are only meant to be decorative, I still think there's something there that we're just not seeing.

Either the Zonai are meant to be part of the Sheikah tribe's ancestry (which would, in turn, explain why the tribe has always been close to the Royal Family as they share common ancestors in both Hylians and Zonai), or the Sheikah were just like "Oh hey, that's a really cool idea for a logo. Wanna make that our tribe's symbol??" and their leader at the time was like "Yeah, let's go boooiiiiis" and that's that.

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Sorry for the long post! I just absolutely had to share. I can't be the only one to have seen this detail, right???

#zonai #tloz totk #the legend of zelda #legend of zelda #theory #tloz theory #rauru #rauru totk #tears of the kingdom rauru #tears of the kingdom #tears of the kingdom spoilers #tears of the kingdom theory #sheikah #sheikah tribe #mineru #mineru totk #mineru tears of the kingdom

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eldritch-spouse · 11 months

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NO I GOTTA KNOW WHAT THE ICONS DO WITH THE PENIS TERROR. I NEED IT (Dunno what about Vorti but I'm sure you'll find a way)

[I hate this so much. *wheezing*]

PENIS PANIC PART 2 - Eletric Boogaloo

TW: Noncon

Rinx just holds your limp form in his hands. What happened? He's clean, he's healthy, what did you see that was so frightening? Are you just not used to the color or were your previous partners really that small? You poor thing, he feels bad for you, you deserve an endowed partner like him. It's quite funny you didn't pass out when he fingered you, considering the size of his digits...

Kalymir laughs so hard he nearly busts a rib. No seriously, he might laugh himself into an early grave. He knows he's mighty in every sense of the word, but you're such a little pussy. Afraid he'll flare the spikes on his knot? HAH. Maybe he won't tell you he can retract them, just to see you squirm like a worm on a hook. What are you going to do next time, faint again? He'll die of laughter, you'll never be allowed to forget those moments.

Vesper honestly gets it. You're not the first one to faint, unfortunately. In his younger years, he was a little too eager to flaunt his package, and some of his partners just weren't ready. It hasn't happened in a while though. Still flatters him though. Much like Santi, he'll first pull the trick where you're not allowed to see any of his cocks, then he'll introduce you to the tendril, which is the least imposing of the bunch. You can work your way up to the big boys, right?

Zizz almost wonders if he got overexcited and his influence made you fall asleep. Doesn't seem to be the case. Well, he is the second largest Icon of Hell, so he kind of understands the fear... If you had stayed awake, Zizz could have happily explained that looks can be deceiving. Nevertheless, sleep never stopped the Icon of Sloth from enjoying a lover, so you're getting fondled and humped at regardless.

Livius deflates. Yeah okay, he gets the shape might be a little different from what you're used to as a human but... Come on, that's- That's no way to react! He doesn't even know how to feel now. Was that bad?? Was that good???? If only he had a stupid, simple, dumb human cock- What type of dicks are you into? Where's your phone? There's probably some type of lead there, he needs to FIX THIS right now.

Cero doesn't really know if he should feel flattered or insulted at first. After all, he's definitely perfect for you, maybe it was all the excitement in your little head, hm? You know you'll never have better than him, you know he's going to blow your mind when he fucks you, and that was just too much, wasn't it? Ha! Oh, what a rush- Better wake up inamorata, he can't wait much longer after you teased him like that.

Vorticia puts you back on the bed, goes outside to have a smoke, and thinks about what in the ever living fuck that was supposed to mean back there.

#Vesper oc #Vorticia oc #Livius oc #Kalymir oc #Rinx oc #Zizz oc #Cero oc #mellsfern

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somnambulic-thing · 8 months

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I'd love a Steddie drabble from you.

Maybe it's fluffy, maybe smutty,

whichever you prefer.

Alright, alright, Somna's first Steddie. Just threw something together that scratched a few itches for me. You also get a good dose of Robin because I don't write her nearly enough. This is a little love letter to Steve, really.

I have no idea what I'm doing. Enjoy.

Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington & Robin :3

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||slice of life, basically: everybody lives but Vecna (yay), mention of choking-related neck bruising (but no bat bites. nope), mention of periods (yeah, you'll see), fluff with just a tiiiiny bit of angst, eh?, not proofread, domestic||

.......

And then shit is suddenly over. He’s a free man again.

Vecna is dead, rotting away somewhere in a different dimension. If that’s how it worked over there. Eddie slides his fingertips over the bruised skin of his neck, flinching at the pain but unable to stop touching the tender flesh because the pain meant he was still alive.

The snack-sized gates have closed again but fuck, the trailer is ruined. More on a mental plane than talking actual material damage. Smelled fucking weird now too. Eddie had no desire to spend another ten minutes in there if he could help it.

“Feels… fucking haunted,” he says, forehead pressed against the backseat window of Steve’s car. He would be residing at Castle Harrington for the foreseeable future and that’s where they are heading right now.

“I can help you pack your stuff,” Steve said and exchanged a quick glance with Robin on the passenger seat. “We, I mean. Right, Robin?”

“Oh, yeah. Totally. We’ll be in and out in no time operating with joined forces. If your uncle approves.”

Eddie couldn’t but smile a little. Such a weird contrast to the dull ache where he presses his thumb against his throat. “Yeah sure,” he chuckles. “You’ve seen where everything is already… was… whatever.”

From the corner of his eye, he can see Robin turn her head back to look at him. “If it helps…” she says, shielding one side of her mouth with a flat hand and whispers in that hoarse manner that he starts to really like. “I have stains on my mattress too. Like… a lot--”

“What the hell, Buckley-- You know I can totally hear you?” Steve blurts out and Eddie can almost hear him rolling his eyes. But there is something in this scene that makes him smile again and he takes the hand away from his throat at last.

“What? Having an irregular menstrual cycle and being a klutz is a lethal combination in the bedding department.”

“Oh, okay…” Steve sounds weirdly reflective all of a sudden and Eddie sits up straight, craning his neck to get a glimpse of him in the rear-view mirror. “That’s… that sounds really difficult. Sorry about that, Rob. Didn’t mean to be an ass.”

Robin snorts and pats Steve’s shoulder. “You’re good, Stevie. No ass-ery detected.” In the mirror, Eddie sees Steve’s eyes go from worried to soft. That kind of soft that usually comes in combination with an even softer curl of his lips and—

“Just wanted to let Eddie here know, that there is nothing to be ashamed of. Since we involuntarily but brutally invaded his privacy and all.”

Suddenly, something stings in Eddie's chest and he tries to rub it away, aiming for casual rather than flustered. “Uhh, thank you, Robin… that’s… nice to know.”

“You’re welcome.”

There is a moment of silence and Eddie is about to put his forehead back to the window when Steve clears his throat, so instead of hiding, he leans over and meets Steve’s gaze in the mirror. Just a few seconds, which he is equally grateful for - since Steve is driving the car - but also frustrated about. He’s not entirely sure why.

“I… uhm. My mattress is stained too, “ Steve says, the words flowing out of his mouth as one. “You know just… in case… you know… that helps."

Silence again. Steve’s eyes stay on the road and Eddie is grateful again because shit suddenly got weird and his palm is pressed against his lips in an effort not to laugh at this oddly sweet but awkward gesture. It’s hard. Robin finally lets out a laugh. It’s affectionate, the way she ruffles Steve’s hair with it and soon they are all laughing.

“So we’re all disgusting,” Eddie says, keeping his eyes on the mirror. “What a relief.”

“Totally,” Steve chuckles and Eddie can spot a blush on his cheeks.

When they arrive at Dingus Mansion, as Robin calls it, Steve vanishes pretty instantly, ordering Robin to give Eddie the tour that turned out to be the equivalent of a real estate sales pitch.

“Why is it you know so much about this house?” Eddie asks as they leave the upstairs bathroom with authentic brass faucets.

“Oh, you know, just the average interest in architecture and design,” she says with a wink and reaches for a different door handle. “And this is where you’ll stay— Jesus, Steve!”

Steve had ripped the door open right before Robin could touch it, startling all three of them.

“Shit, sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you,” Steve mumbles, looking down at a stack of neatly folded clothes in his hands. “Just finished freshening up the room a bit, new sheets and such… uhm… was just going to look for you two. What took you so long?”

“You have a big house, Stevie,” Robin says.

“Not thirty-minutes-tour big.”

“I got the Buckley special,” Eddie says, putting a hand on Robins’s upper arm with a smile. “Won’t get lost now in the vast halls of your very nice home.”

“Honestly, it’s not that big… right?”

“Uhm…” Eddie hesitates and bites back a smart remark. He doesn’t particularly care for that crease between Steve’s brows and really, Steve was doing him such a favor letting him stay here, the least he could do was not be a smartass, right? At least for like, a few hours. “It’s comfortably… roomy…”

“Dude, really?” Robin chuckles.

“You also have very nice brass faucets. Original, so I heard.”

“She’s been on about those again, eh?” Steve shakes his head, shaking loose a strand of hair that drapes right down between his brows and over the bridge of his nose. Eddie has a sudden tingling in the tips of his fingers. Steve sticks out his bottom lip and blows upwards, achieving nothing.

“Anyway,” he says, holds out the stack of clothes for Eddie to take and then swipes his hair back and his hand all the way through it before leaning against the doorframe with his elbow still raised.

“I estimate that we’re roughly the same size so I got you something to change into… until we got your stuff… if you like...”

“Uhm, cool, yeah, thank you, you didn’t have to do that.”

“I know,” Steve says shuffling weirdly, jamming his hands in the pockets of his pants. “I picked the darkest stuff I could find.”

“Huh?”

“The clothes,” he gestures and puts his hands on his hips. “I thought, maybe you’d feel more comfortable that way. You know? In dark stuff?”

Eddie pulls up his brows and adds this moment to the list of unbelievable things that had happened in the past week. Next to him, Robin grins in an irritatingly radiant way. Eddie has to clear something hot out of his throat before he speaks again. “That’s… really thoughtful. Thank you, Steve.”

“Ah, that’s nothing,” he waves his hand through the air and moves out of the door frame and slowly down the hallway. “I’m going to see what kind of food we have left. Anything you don’t like? Any allergies?”

Eddie has difficulty to not let his jaw hit the floor. It must show.

“What? When you’re juggling two dozen kids all the time you kinda just…” Steve whirls a hand in the air. “You know.”

“No allergies. I’m no picky eater, whatever you find is cool with me.”

“Cool,” Steve repeats with a smile.

"Cool," Eddie agrees.

“Cool,” Robin echoes and Eddie jumps a little. He had completely forgotten her for a moment.

“If you want to shower or something, I put out a set of towels on your bed.”

My bed.

Steve seemed to wait for a response and when there was none, started towards the stairs.

“Uhm, Steve?”

“Yeah, Eddie?”

“M’ really, like, grateful, like… you know… you letting me stay here.”

“Sure, yeah,” Steve says softly and touches the bruises on his neck in a way that’s familiar to Eddie. “It’s… good to have you around… see you downstairs.”

Eddie just stares at the clothes in his hands, his thumbs rubbing over the fabric. That shit is really soft. It also smells nice. Kinda like Steve, but without the Steve part--

“Well, well,” Robin says, startling him again.

“Shut up,” he grins and enters his room.

#Steddie #Eddie Munson x Steve Harrington #Steddie fluff

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ofnightshadeandthornyroses · 1 year

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Paul × fem!reader

AN: reader has affinity for shiny things. Goblin child behavior. Reader also thinks in first and third person chaotic because I do.

AN pt.2: I'm doing the request but Tumblrs on more crack than usual and deleted my draft twice. Take this please as my peace offering.

On vacation from college you decided on Santa Carla. You were aware that you should probably be doing a summer job but your craft business does well on it's own and you really didn't feel like visiting your family. Having to physically see and hear their judgment and harsh comments that's already been omnipresent during your entire time at college.

Now in a cheap motel you open your suitcases and spare cash, fully intending to have fun tonight. You grab your ripped red jeans, mesh long sleeve top, and black tank, hurrying to get dressed and out.

Driving there didn't take long, probably due to the fact you might've broken a few laws. You were exited to finally go somewhere out of the scrutinizing eyes of your teachers or the judging ones of your dorm mate and parents. You find a place to park and wasted no time getting to the entrance.

You slow down, go up the steps, looking around with something probably akin to stars in you eyes. You were practically trembling with excitement at the sights surround you. You couldn't decide what you wanted to do first everything looked fun and it wasn't even all of it. You wanted to check out the ferris wheel, that patch stand, oh that stand has ice cream, oh there seems to be live music going on, and there's stand with pins over there and–!

Okay, slow down. You can do those all with time! You scold yourself, forcing yourself still.

What first? Well probably don't want to carry a bunch of things around all night so you'll come back to those. Your eyes fall back on the icecream stand. Bingo.

Walking away from the stand now happily with your cold, creamy cone in hand you pass the vendors with patches and pins with slight longing but no problem. Towards a section leading further into the board walk you pass another more vendors that you let your eyes scan over for your return. It wasn't a problem really, until your eyes caught sight of something shiny yet again zero in for probably the 30th time.

Again, no problem except this time you couldn't bring your eyes away. It was a necklace with an intricately cut bat with deep read eyes. The bat was mid flight and to its feet was connected a just as detailed blood moon. Touching it revealed that the moon also had little gems in it, explaining its entrancing glittering in the light.

I don't need it now. I'll get it later. I said I would. But that was for things unwearable, it'll be gone before you get back. It's SHINY. Before you even knew it you had payed for the necklace and it was around your neck.

You sigh walking further down the boardwalk. Curse your weakness for shiny things, but it just glints so nicely. Goblin like behavior is what your sister would call this. Your affinity for picking up random objects that stuck your fancy or collecting animal remains such as skulls, exoskeletons, and disembodied wings often earns you scorn from your parents, playful jabs from your sibling, and outright disgust most times from your dorm mate.

After you go on a few rides, your hair now tossed better than you could've done in the mirror, and played a few games, winning a couple small trinkets, (ring toss is fucking rigged) you find yourself at a carousel. Oh my damn Oh my damn Oh my damn fuck yeah.

Unfortunately it was in the middle of a ride at the very moment so with much sorrow you decided to head over to near by stand and get another frozen treat. By the time you got in line the ride was over and you could happily make your way up looking like a kid on a sugar high, which is most probably the case with the tempting stands throughout this wonderland promising cotton candy and other treats.

You picked a horse with blonde hair and blue decorations and latched on with your legs and hastily grabbing for the pole when it jerked to a start, still going at your icecream with one free hand. Leaning on the pole, you looked out at the crowd passing by along with the night sky and aloud the comforting motions of the horse to lull you into to a sense of ease.

Your ears caught the methodical sound of chains over the music accompanied by laughter and boots hitting the metal of the platform, causing you to perk up slightly from your spot. Twisting your head you see two boys come walking out from around the turn along with two others following right behind them. Practically hopping around the carousel they were definitely grabbing attention which their attire could do on it's own. Leather jackets, boots, chains, patches and mesh came your way as you settled back to your spot leaning on the pole.

You let your eyes drift towards them, enjoying the sound of chains and bouncing hair. They're eyes were drifting towards most girls they passed, locking eyes and leaving them staring after them. As they got closer one kept sticking out to you, kinda like when you see a specific item and you try to look at something else but your eyes just wander right back and you feel something tug. Kinda like your necklace, huh. A thought keeps flitting through your mind as you look on, pretty, sometimes accompanied with shiny.

The metal on his jacket and bracelets kept glinting in the lights of the ride as he bobbed through horses and his hair flew around his face looking like it could be either crunchy or fluffy. Hair products maybe? His friends came and went by and you continued looking at him while lazily working on your icecream. You kind of expected him to go right by like the others had but as a pleasant surprise turned to look at you and make that couple seconds of eye contact.

Meeting his gaze and cheeky grin, you gave him a lazy smile and a small wave, a small feeling filling you, before you turned to your icecream and him back towards the others. It was barely even a few seconds before you found your eyes drifting back in his direction just to find his gaze already on you.

Did you slightly panic? Yes. Ogling and making eye contact with someone is one thing. Looking back at them after said eye contact to find them looking like they're ogling you is a whole other. It took you a moment to realize he was making his way back and you had only a second to mentally prepare yourself.

In that second though all you could feel was a tug, something akin to when you would find an epic rock or a shiny bat necklace with moon. That second one is mostly more accurate. While being distracted by the new tug you felt you didn't realize he had made his way to you already.

"Hey there sugar." He said as he took the pole in his hand and swung around to your other side. "I know I couldn't have missed something as sweet as you around here," he leans in "unless you've been hiding from me." His teeth click around a lollipop in his mouth as he rearranges it and smiles that same grin as before. Given your state of being you kind of really hope you come off as sort of casual. "Well I'm not." You barely know what your doing. Is this the flirting my sister foretold? Am I doing it right?

All you know is that sometimes people think you are flirting when you're not and when you are people stear clear. But he seems to be anticipating something as his grin get bigger and the candy clicks against his teeth as he rearranges it again. His hair looks fluffy this close up but then again– hair products. Could be crunchy. No, stop.

"Not what, sugar?" You finish up your cone and say "From around here." Thank goodness your voice actually seems to be steady. Giving a cheeky grin yourself, you continue with "Also I don't hide." Lies. You're literally hiding from your parents right now. He moves the candy in his mouth again and your eyes follow.

Suddenly two thoughts popped into your head: hey we stopped and do it. Usually you're mentally beating your brain with a bat to prevent any intrusive thoughts that pop up publicly that could get you into trouble. Tonight though your brain seemed to be hyped up on the little adrenalin punch this interaction has been gifting you. As he goes to speak you grab the stick from his mouth, startling him. You hop off your horse and turn to him, "You ever wanna find me I'll be around here the next few days. Remember, I don't hide, so don't you go and start." You pop the candy in you mouth before hopping off. What the fuck am I doing.

You head out the gate with as fast as a pace as you can with out looking like you running away, feeling all kinds of giddy and anxious. Glancing backwater putting in some distance with the sight of what ever tragedy or miracle just happened (yet to be determined) you see him leaning against the rail with his friends talking. There's one thing that make your steps stutter before continuing though, he's already looking at you.

#the lost boys #fanfic #fanfiction #paul the lost boys #the lost boys x you #paul x reader #the other boys are practically in the background #marco the lost boys #david the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #fiction

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Love In the Air Ep 5 Review & Running Commentary

My freak flag is waving and I'm here to review for my fellow kinksters and the vanillas that want to be informed. For those that are new here, I do have previous reviews that can be found here. I've been asked how I feel about the lack of discussion and guidelines. I think this is a lifestyle couple from Thailand, which most Asian countries already have a soft D/s lifestyle. From what I've seen of the Asian relationships around me is that they are similar to the US South. Where someone in the relationship always holds more control. Which means there is already an expectation of figuring out who is in charge. In which case there is a softer way of doing guidelines and harder on consent commands. You'll see this same play out in more experienced D/s relationships because they are already familiarized. Also going over guidelines can take days, nobody wants to wait and go through that in their show. Okay, clearly some people do but not me. I'd rather skip to the good part.

Speaking of good part. We ended on a really good part last week. I just want to remind everyone of that before we get to the drama, lol. Okay, so there is just something about seeing the day after when they are still in the bed. It just instantly puts you into that moment. It's this warm and fuzzy feel. And he is sick. By the way I got a lot of answers to the Sick In The Rain comment but basically the rain comes during cold/flu season, which makes them more susceptible. Really interesting. I appreciate everyone who answered my question.

So back to Rain being sick. NO! But now that Rain belongs to Payu, he'll take care of him. Omg, Payu caring before almost killed me, now that he'll be more open about it. I'm gonna die! By the way... That hair. 👀 It's so fucking hot. Oh bless him, I know what it's like to wake up with a headache. Sucks ass and not in a good way either (if you didn't catch my Vegas reference, you most go straight to jail and you do not get to pass go). Yeah Rain, you didn't stand a chance luckily for us. Mom is valid. I don't care who you are, child or roommate. If you aren't coming home, call. So people don't worry, it's not about age, it's about respect and safety. These are top priority in BDSM too.

Stole pic from @liyazaki. I'm dead. The show is officially killing me. Take his clothes baby boy, I promise he won't mind. A Dom will give their sub the shirt off their back in a heartbeat. Smell me, smell like me. Yes, wear my claim. Que goofy smile on face from the coconut and damn right he a coconut he left while Payu is working out. Doesn't say anything. Oh baby boy, you gonna be in some trouble. You really like a sore ass and you don't care which way you get it.

Seriously Payu, was last night not enough of a work out. You couldn't you know, stick close to your newly acquired and sick sub. "I won't let you escape." Hell to the nah you won't. "You've long lost your chance." Go get your boy. OH, sick boy, you are really in for a sore ass. smh

The Calm Before The Storm

And the Storm has arrived. I would tell you to run but you already got some of the primal instincts going in your Dom. Your safest course at this point is to freeze. "Why are you raising your voice to me?" You know why he raising his voice. I mean, he is sick, I'm sure in his head he thought what he was doing was valid. Just explain it Payu. "Do you know how worried I am? You had a fever this morning so I let you rest. But you suddenly disappeared. What would I do if you had an accident?" I know what you would do. You would snap and cry. A lot. but nobody is asking me. "You don't understand my feelings, do you?" Um. No. I think you should spell it out for him in great detail while I watch. Ohhhhh, Rain that submission was so 💋 He took two seconds to realize where Payu is coming from and then is reaching out and apologizing, begging. I won't tell you how turned on I am right now because that would probably be too tmi. Okay, never mind, turn your head. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, he is begging and oh damn, why do I love begging soooo much. Luta, you're at work, take deep breaths. They'll notice if your panting.

Ugh! The hug. "Don't disappear on me again." This is a gentle correction but also a command. There will be serious consequences if he breaks it. I'm still banking on him getting a sore ass.

gif stolen from @gunsatthaphan "You got sick. Rain away from me. Didn't answer my calls. Are you ready to be punished?" He may not be but I am! Do it!! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Fever reducing, rectal suppository! I'm choking you guys, choking. I really like the way you think Payu. See you guys! I told you there would be some ass soreness. Did he really call for his mom! OMG, sweet fucking jeezabell. I love you Rain aka @suga4mycoffee. That's a total you move.

I love that he keeps telling him, he will kick him. Payu is like, do it but Rain can't! This tussle is killing me. Fuck, submit Rain just submit. 🤣Here comes mommy dearest with snacks. Moms and food, it's a tradition. That brow lift of Payu, like yes please, please wipe him in front of me. Oh look at that charming Dom talent come out. If you got it, flaunt it. Ahhh, he has no pants on!! hahahahaha. Love It!

Prapai!!! ahahaah "Well, it's the day that a certain cutie will be caught in the devil's trap." Tell me again that you don't think the brother knows. "Cause if he is the devil, than I'm the beast." Niiiiiice, I like it. Bonds well for Sky. Okay, maybe not Sky but it does for us and really that's what matters. Alright now did you pay attention to the verbiage used? "If you are a beast then what am I? I wanna be an angel." "Being ordinary suits you best." What does it mean? What does it mean? Is he calling him a vanilla? Are Prapai and Sky going to perhaps be D/s as well?

Skyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. Um, yes. As a matter of fact someone is talking about you. A lot of us actually. I would like to put in a special request for more hickeys.

I mean, I got to agree with him Rain. That was totally germ spreading. Ahhh, Payu smooth talked Rain's mom. Letting her know that Rain will be spending lots of time with him. "Why did you put a triangle in a glass case?" "That's my lucky charm during the entrance exam." "Don't address yourself as Rain any more." "Should I address myself as wife instead?" "No, because we're just senior and junior. Your time to win me over has come and gone." Payu, you ass. I'm gonna beat you. You about to have a sore ass. I know you are an emotional Sadist but daaaaaaaaaaaaaamn. Rain isn't the only one effected here.

Can I just say that I have mad respect for how Rain doesn't let shit get in his way. He wants it, he gets it. He is good with begging if it gets him what he wants. "It's raining like the first day we met." "Don't cry. What I'm saying is from now on, I'll be the one pursuing you." Emotional Sadists are the worst.

pic stolen from @thenerd10

You sir, deserve to be beat with a pillow. Oh, scratch marks. Go little kitty go. "But I think I have already won you over." Yeah, you've both fallen off rainbow bright bridge together. "Don't flatter yourself. You won't succeed until your next life." Denial is not the river in Egypt. But it's a river baby boy really drinks from. "I want you to choose." ugh the kiss. The kisses melt me! "Choose what?" "Between you becoming my wife or having me as your husband." So he is recognizing that they fell into this relationship and that Rain just became, his wife, but he wants Rain to choose him. "What will you choose." "Answer me!" "Wait, you call those choices?" "Whether you'll be wife or I'll be your husband. I'll take good care of you and won't let anyone bully you. Because I'll be the one to bully you. I won't make you cry. But it's another thing if you cry from embarrassment. I can help you with model making, CAD drawings, and your thesis. I'm giving you such a hard sell. You've got to buy me now." OMG is this such a Sadist vow or what. "I'm not going to choose because I'll have both." Baby boy chooses him. He chose last night and he chose again, he just wants Payu.

"Cunning." "Not as much as you." "How about a reward for this cunning boy." Ugh. okay let's talk about how Payu talks when he is being sexy. There is like a sing song to his voice with a Dom growl and I'm instantly wet. Sorry if that's tmi, the exit is to your left. But seriously, his voice. I would play the video of those two having sex and just listen to him talk. Cause damn. It reminds me of the sound of a Harley Davison. That's the best way to describe it. Normally I'm about a deep voice but shit this one just unique. What did you whisper! Whattttttt?! How dare you keep it from us. Ohhh yeah, they are using tongue. No half ass kisses for them.

Payu in a good mood. Woot. I would be too. "Are you sure the love struck one isn't you?" Good sir, I do believe you are right. Lucky for us. So Rain has texted Payu to let him know where he is and what he is doing. Appropriate sub behavior. Payu offering a reward if Rain gets good marks and Rain wanting to know what will happen if he doesn't. Sounds familiar, I won't call you out but you know who you are. *stink eye* Anyways back to Payu who tells him, get ready to be punished. Sore ass! He has been a baaaaaaaaaaaaaad boy and needs to be punished. Shhhh, don't call me out.

Sky, I love you. That's right, get Rain's head out of the clouds.... Okay, Okay, I know that was lame but I mean. You have Payu which means Storm, then Rain, and Sky. There needed to be a joke. HE TOLD HIM HE LIKED HIM!!!!! *screams internally because my co-workers don't want to hear that* That squeaky voice. Do people really do that? Go away Ple, don't ruin my mood. Sky. Sky. Sky. Your boy came to you about catching a guy and you did not blink an eye. Now you talking about spring. You fit right in with Rain. You is a lovely bunch of coconuts you is.

Ugh Ple. Omg Rain, if you hadn't just got yourself a husband 🤣 Oh, she wants your husband's number. Hahahahaha. Please tell her, please. I mean I don't want to burst nobodies bubble, I just can't wait for you to say it. Brother and sister like the same guy. hahahaha. Damn these fruity siblings. I totally snorted. This is awesome.

Oh! Rain is totally gonna take this out on Payu. I love it. "I'm just annoyed with a certain charmer." Payu teases him about not taking him to the movies and Rain is like, hell no bitch, that is my reward. Commands "Then smile, I want my boyfriend to be happy." To which Rain gives him the flash of teeth but hey he tech followed the command, right. Okay Rain, the bike is right there, how else did you think you were going to get there. Walking. Fucking white crayon.

Aww, he fixes his hair. That is so fucking cute. "Hold on tight. If you touch something you shouldn't. I won't guarantee your safety tonight." Touch something! Touch! Something! For the love of all that is unholy, touch something! Oh! The EGO! I don't think there is enough room on the bike for it and Rain.

Thank you Rain! Bless you and your wandering hands. May you have the sorest ass but it be totally worth it. Okay, so they are coming out of the movies and Payu asks if Rain enjoyed it. Then asks him where he wants to eat. Rain is suspicious of his motives. "What if I get spoiled?" "Then I'll be the one to straighten you out." Hmm, that's hot. I'm not gonna lie, I feel like I should be taking some notes. @ellaspore lie to me and tell me I'm this charming. Aww, fuck it, at least I'm pretty. That's right Rain, tell him how you were a good boy. Okay, it's getting deep. You are not obedient and you for sure talk back.

Ahh, they are so freaken stinken cute! Ohh Sky!! oh oh what's gonna happen. I'm scared. Can my second hand embarrassment take this. OMG! OMG! I love you, Sky! Okay that time he gave me @curiositykilledd vibes. Cause I've pictured you looking this exact same way at us on a few occasions. Like every time I save another gif porn video to our chat so I won't lose it. I'm not the only one that does that right? Anyways, back to Sky. Sky be like, spit it out. Rain confesses and Sky admits to having known. Then he talks about Rain chasing after Ple. Then says he was just waiting for Rain to tell him and that he doesn't care that it's with a man. Well duh. Stating the obvious there considering your ex but okay.

Love that Payu doesn't just get jealous. He recognizes the bestie love. It's a special bond that is very important. Oh! Ple being brought up. hahahaha. Payu and Sky together as compadres is the best. Lawd, his ego is big enough Rain, don't take it too far. "oh, my friend has become silly after getting a boyfriend."

Don't mention the fight club, I mean the race. Payu is like, fuck Ple, you claimed me. I'm good. Rain just keeps on claiming him. Oh boy you gonna get railed. Oh! Oh! Oh! We are getting the singing part. Yes! Ahhhhh, he's already dog tired because of you Payu. Love it! Get it boy! Now sing! Opps, Rain commanding and Payu gave a gentle correction. He in a good mood. I wonder why, hmmmm. We got commands and then negotiations. I like it. What's this panning shit we are doing. Why am I looking at slippers. WTF. Ohhhh, okay. So the lyrics are literally do you know how my life has changed and then it's panning to call the couple stuff. Okay, I'm with ya now. Awww, look at the storm and rain drawing next to the pencils. So cute! They're so cute!

Pic stolen from @massiveweirdo They are in love your honor. The brother is like, not in front of me tea. Oh, brother do you want to get knocked out. Do you really think that Payu wants to bring Rain into danger? He is right, too many assholes. Rich kids ARE assholes. Sorry not sorry. "If anyone asks just say that you are Payu's wife." Don't mistake it guys, he isn't falling into misogynistic speech. He is being a Sadist about it.

I don't want to watch any more. I know something bad happens. I just know it. Ahhh OMG they are fated! He gave him the triangle that brought him luck and is in his glass container!! Don't nobody piss in my corn flakes. Yes, I believe in fated mates. I believe in kindred spirits and I believe in soulmates. I love soulmate shows!!!!!

And we've come to the end. For those who stuck around and didn't exit side right. Thank you 💜💜💜 Sorry these seem to keep getting longer and longer but I hope it was as fun for you as it was me.

#love in the air the series #love in the air series #love in the air #love in the air kink #luta opinions #coconuts mafia

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girlwithwolftatoo · 1 year

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So I had a thought the other day of how the moonboys would react to see Y/N killing someone after following her for being not herself. What are your thoughts?

I woke up tired, voiceless and sick, so I choose the path of angst.

For this request I though of two possible scenarios to explain why the sudden change in Reader's behavior, being one she's in a sidequest to help the Moon boys being safe that makes her become more careful and sneaky; the other option is she has problems by herself and doesn't want to involve the boys.

Steven Grant:

*His first thought is someone had hurt you, because, what could be the reason to find you shaking and covered in blood?

*Will try to soothe you, though he's not a fan of seeing such a gory scene, and then you confess, eyes filled with tears, that the blood is not yours.

*Now he's shocked. What do you mean? There must be an explanation, there must be an excuse, anything but the mere truth that you, the loveliest and sweetest person in the world, is actually capable to murder.

*After helping you getting back home and dispose the stained clothes (he's so horrified he needs your help for that), you sit together and drink some tea. You know he must be clueless and worried, so you try your best to explain what exactly happened, and besides, you swear he'll never have to pass through something like this again...

*"If... if the circumstances happen again... I promise I'll leave you alone, Steven" "What? No, no... it doesn't have to be like this..." "I don't want to hurt you in this way, please" "It won't happen again, yes, (Y/N)? I... I'll be with you neverthless what"

Jake Lockley:

*He's the one who handles the situation in a better, lighter mood. Yeah, you've been a little weird nowadays and now it seems you unlived someone, perhaps you needed to make some catharsis?

*Since he's used to this kind of scenarios, he takes you calmly to clean yourself and wash your clothes (and Jake knows how to leave even the white shirts completely stainless after a busy night). But also he wants to know, first hand, what exactly happened.

*"Oh, well, that explains a lot" he nods. Yes, probably later he'll make a retrospection and find weird your sudden hability to chase and destroy someone in such form, but meanwhile is not a big deal, and besides, is good to have your normal self back.

*You may believe he's not taking you serious for he's acting very calmed towards you and may be it leads to a sudden crisis. Don't worry, he's here with you, ready to make you feel better at any cost.

*"Calm down, bonita, everyone has had a moment in which they wanted to kill someone... I have that all the time" "Jake, I don't know if that helps me" "Okay, my bad, wanna watch movies and eat nachos?"

Marc Spector:

*He has a deep adult fear that quickly turns into a traumatized-child fear: at first he thinks you're acting weird because you grew tired of him, but then, when he finds out what's actually going on (perhaps during a Moon Knight shift), he drowns in pure horror.

*His first thought is, perhaps, you're exactly like him and you suffered from a disociation crisis. He even approaches you softly and asks "(Y/N), is that you?"

*Feels a little better when you claim you're still yourself, but now there's a new worry in his mind: if that's really you and you've been yourself all this time, why did you end up in a dark alley with the remains of a victim?

*In this case is you who needs to calm him down. He fears something awful is happening to you or even blames himself because he thinks being with you may influence bad things (even thinks Khonshu may be doing something on you). After you explain to him what happened he may return to normality, but still feels worried for some days later.

*Marc is very protective towards you, and will do his best to avoid you from suffering another situation like this one. Anyways, you must help him to understand you'll be fine and he doesn't need to push his limits away just to keep you safe. "I'm fine as long as you're for me, Marc, I swear"

#moon knight #moon knight series #moon knight headcanon #marc spector #jake lockley #steven grant #jake lockley x reader #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #steven grant headcanon #marc spector headcanon #jake lockley headcanon #moon boys #marvel series

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your-divine-ribs · 2 months

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Red Part 9

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Y/N is trying so hard to stay away from Van but she can’t avoid him forever… no warnings for this part ❤️

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You can't go on like this... you have to end things with Van...

You repeat the same few lines over and over in your head like a mantra over the following two weeks, almost like it's a sacred incantation that might somehow ward off these feelings that haunt you. It doesn't work though, your heart lurching every time your phone vibrates with a text message. Van's insistent, that's for sure. His texts start out flirty with plenty of innuendoes, but by the third day of you blanking him they take on a more serious tone.

Van: This won't go away just because you're avoiding me. I need to see you.

Van: We need to talk. You can't just keep ignoring me.

Van: I miss you x

The last one just rips into your heart brutally, and from that point on you hit delete quickly every time his name flashes up on your phone screen, trying not to read the contents of the messages. It's safer that way.

Of course ignoring Van doesn't mean that you automatically stop thinking about him though. He lingers there in your mind frustratingly, refusing to budge. He's the first image that pops into your head on waking and the last thought intruding on your mind as you battle with sleep. His whispered seductions in your ear, his hot breath fanning against your neck, the plushness of his lips as they press feverishly against yours... and those eyes... captivating and impossibly blue in the sunlight, drawing you in.

You've stayed away from Larry's ever since the day after the party, feigning a mystery illness, even going as far as insisting that Larry steers clear of your house too in case you infect him. He argues at first, but you insist. After all you are sick. Sick with guilt.

For the first time in all the years that you've been together you find yourself imagining a scenario where you two break up, playing the scene in your head like a movie. Larry shocked and disbelieving, pleading for you to reconsider through his tears. Van there waiting in the wings to move in and claim you, the duplicitous victor who steals you right out of his best friend's arms. No matter which way you play it, the outcome is always the same. Heartbreak for all involved.

You just can't do it.

"You can't still be ill, surely?"

Larry's tone is disbelieving and you're glad that you're on the phone and not face to face where he could see your flushed cheeks and guilt-ridden expression.

"Honestly, I've never felt so bad in all my life. I don't know what's wrong with me."

"But Sophie says she saw you in town yesterday, you were just coming out of that cafe on the High Street. You can't be that bad if you're out and about."

Sophie.

So she's still on the scene. It surprises you and that familiar jealousy comes flooding back, but you remind yourself that you have no business feeling it. If you don't want Van you're going to have to get used to seeing him with other girls. It's actually a good thing.

It doesn't feel good though.

"Errr... well, I guess I am starting to feel a little better." You flounder at being caught out. "I only popped out for a moment."

But Larry doesn't seem concerned that your excuses could be lies, he's got no reason to think that you'd be so devious in trying to avoid him. He just sounds happy, his voice raising up in excitement.

"Ah great, if you're starting to feel better then you'll be okay to come to the gig on Friday night."

"Gig? What gig?"

"You know... the lids are playing the O2 Academy. It's gonna be great. Tickets sold out in about 5 minutes."

"Oh..."

You're struck with anxiety at the thought of seeing Van again, but you know that you can't hide away forever. Sooner or later you're going to have to face him so it might as well be sooner. And he'll be up on stage for most of the night which should make staying out of his way even easier.

"Yeah... yeah. I should be alright. I'll come. Should be a good night."

You try to inject some form of enthusiasm into your voice but it's strained, not that Larry seems to notice. He's off on an excited rant, enthusing about what a good opportunity this is for the band and his best friend. It twists your heart to hear how proud he is of Van, and this just confirms to you that you're making the right decision by ending things.

"Ahh yeah it's gonna be class, and Dan the manager reckons this is just the start of it. He's just in talks with some of the major festivals and there's a good chance they'll be booking loads over the summer. They're really going places, I can feel it. Next year is gonna be immense! And Van's writing some quality tunes at the moment... proper anthems. Hopefully he might play one of the new ones on Friday."

You find yourself zoning out, Larry's words becoming indistinct until you hear something that makes your ears prick up.

"I'm just hoping this gig'll sort him out. Honestly I don't know what's got into him at the moment, he's been moping around with a face like thunder, ignoring Bondy's texts, shutting himself away in his room... he's been a bloody nightmare. Sophie says he's been snapping at her too..."

You close your eyes and screw up your face, your gut twisting as you listen to Larry's account of Van's mysterious uncharacteristic behaviour. What the fuck have you two been playing at? You're not just risking messing up your own lives, but also dragging other people into this whole sordid mess.

You need to rid yourself of this notion that you're somehow falling for Van. It's lust, that's all it is. Plain and simple. And you can soon put a stop to that. You just need to control your urges and see Van for who he really is. It wasn't so long ago that you were disgusted as he paraded a string of lovestruck girls into his bed. He's only on his best behaviour right now because he's on a mission to bed you. And that's never going to happen. Never. Never in a million years. It's over.

Gig nights are always accompanied by a mixture of emotions. Bob and Benji are a bag of nerves even though Benji tries to play it down, a contrast to Bondy's quiet, chilled confidence. Van's always hyper and tonight's no different. He's pacing back and forth in the back room of the venue, practically bouncing off the walls. At least the excitement is overshadowing the awkward moment that you two first clapped eyes on each other. Your train of thought had been utterly derailed and you were rendered speechless as you'd pushed through the door and seen him standing there, your breath catching in your throat as he'd greeted you with a rush of words which sounded very much like relief.

"Y/N! You made it. I really didn't think you'd come but here you are!"

"Here I am," you echo weakly when your power of speech returns, immediately dropping your head down to study the floor to hide your red cheeks. Thankfully everyone's so caught up in the pre-gig excitement that they don't appear to notice Van's eyes lingering on you and your obvious discomfort, but you announce that you're going to the bar nevertheless, keen to be released from Van's stifling gaze.

You turn quickly on your heel, head still down, making for the doorway that you've just come through. Various cries sound out from the lads, placing their orders, but you don't turn around. You just carry on walking, through into the corridor where you stop, taking a deep breath and leaning up against the wall, tipping your head back and closing your eyes.

Fuck... you hadn't been expecting the strength of emotions that had come crashing down on you when you'd seen Van. It had hit you like a ten-tonne truck, a wave of longing and craving and pent-up desire, a rush that made you feel weak, your head still spinning as you curse inwardly, trying to compose yourself.

"Are you okay Y/N?"

The female voice catches you by surprise and your eyes flick open quickly to see Sophie standing there, eyes wide and brimming with concern.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine... good... really good actually. I just felt a little... I don't know... faint I guess. It's so hot in there." You fan yourself with a hand, glad to have an excuse for your scarlet cheeks.

"Larry said you'd not been very well so I thought I'd come and check on you. It's not like any of the lads would think to… am I right?"

She rolls her eyes and grins, linking an arm through yours, friendly and conspiratorial. You smile back, pushing your body off the wall, letting her turn you both in the direction of the venue foyer and bar.

"Yeah, guys are shit like that aren't they? Completely wrapped up in themselves."

"Totally! Oh god, especially Van. Sometimes I wonder whether he notices that I'm even there at all!"

You can't help the satisfaction that floods you at her words and you hate yourself for it, pushing it away and playing the understanding confidante, glancing over at Sophie as you walk along.

"Oh, well that's Van for you, he's so easily distracted. So... are things not... errr... going that well with you two then?"

Sophie lets out an audible sigh as you arrive at the bar, both leaning on it with your elbows. "I don't know. He's so moody at the moment, and it's like his mind's always somewhere else entirely when we're together."

Your mind goes to the frequent text messages you've been receiving. You dig in your bag for your purse, ordering pints for everyone. "You do realise that the band always comes first don't you?"

Sophie shrugs, shaking her head slightly, her glossy brunette locks falling perfectly to frame her face. She really is gorgeous, Van must be crazy.

"I know that... and I mean I know we've not been together long, but sometimes I wonder whether he's just stringing me along. You know, until something better comes along."

"Well I don't know about that..." you begin, but Sophie talks over you, eager to tell you her woes, reaching for the first freshly poured pint.

"I mean you did warn me didn't you? About what Van was like? Maybe I should've listened... but I keep finding myself going back for more. He's just so bloody gorgeous it's like I can't help myself. D'ya know what I mean?"

You almost mumble out an agreement before you stop yourself, dipping your head to take a sip of your own pint instead. Sophie's not waiting for an answer anyway, she's on a roll. And what she says next shocks you.

"It's funny really, I've fancied Van for so long. I tried to catch his eye for ages, turned up to all his gigs, went to all the same parties, then after months he finally noticed me. I thought it was like a dream come true, but now I'm not so sure. I'm beginning to think that maybe Van's not the real catch here... maybe it's your Larry instead!"

You splutter in surprise, nearly spraying her in a mouthful of lager, swallowing it too quickly and making yourself cough. "Larry?" You croak, wiping the drink that's dripping down your chin.

She throws her head back with a hearty laugh, a hand reaching out for your arm. "Oh my god Y/N! You should see your face! Yes Larry... your Larry! There's not many Larry's around here last time I checked!"

You crack an awkward smile, setting your drink back down on the bar. "Yeah, I guess he's a good one."

"The best!" Sophie giggles. "Honestly, he's such a sweetheart. When I got upset over how Van was acting the other day he was so lovely. And he's hilarious too, he had me in stitches telling me stories of what the guys all get up to when they're touring."

Her eyes are all lit up as she speaks and you suppose you should feel threatened that this gorgeous girl's so taken with your boyfriend, but you don't. You just listen on, smiling and sipping your drink as she tells you a story of Larry picking her up from a party when she'd had too much to drink as Van wouldn't answer his phone. You hadn't realised how close they'd become in such a short space of time.

Suddenly she stops mid-sentence, eyes wide and cautious. "Oh bloody hell, listen to me going off on one! I hope I'm not over-stepping the mark. You do know that Larry adores you right? I really don't think that he'd even so much as look at another girl. Ahh shit I feel bad now! Me and my big mouth!"

"No, no it's fine," you assure her. "Larry's one of the good guys, nothing's too much trouble for him. He's like everyone's best mate."

Sophie's wariness evaporates instantly. "Yes! That's just it!"

"Alright ladies?"

You feel an arm on your shoulder as you hear the familiar voice in your ear and you whip your head up to see Larry's wide grin. He's got his other arm curled over Sophie's shoulder and she shrieks excitedly on seeing him.

"Larry! Oh my god, we've literally just been talking about you! Bet your ears were burning!"

"Hope it was all good," he grins, giving you a kiss on the cheek, murmuring a quiet "hiya love".

There's a flurry of greetings and hugs, and again you marvel at how seeing Sophie obviously so close to Larry isn't setting off alarm bells in your head. Maybe it's because you're so secure in the knowledge that he'd never stray. Or maybe it's something else. Maybe the spark really has gone from your relationship, that giddy breathless feeling that Van gives you, so addictive that you're always left craving more.

As Larry picks up the pints that you and Sophie can't manage and you all turn back towards the green room, thoughts are thundering through your head like a hurricane. You know damn well that you'd be foolish to think that the rush of excitement from a new relationship can be sustained, and the comfortable companionship that usually ensues is really the ultimate goal, but you still can't shake that disquieting feeling that your relationship with Larry has run its course.

But this isn't the movies. There won't be some dramatic scene accompanied by emotional turmoil that ends up in life lessons and everyone living happily ever after. The fact remains that not only are you a dishonest cheat, you've done the unthinkable and embarked on a illicit affair with your boyfriend's best friend.

Again the words ring through your head, and a quiet determination blooms inside you.

You can't go on like this... you have to end things with Van...

#red #catfish and the bottlemen #van mccann #van mccann x reader #vanfic

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Butler's Halloween / Chapter 7 - Haures's Hospitality

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Haures: "Welcome, dear guest. Please enjoy the party at our mansion to the fullest. If you need anything, you can always call me."

> "Th-thank you…"

Lucas: (Fufu, my lord…) (Egoistic guest, okay? E-go-is-tic ♪)

Behind Haures is Lucas who winks mischievously at me. ...I decided to be bold and play the role that Lucas asked me to play, so that Haures can practice.

> " 'I-I'd like something to drink~' "

Haures: "A drink. Of course. We have alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks available. Which would you prefer?"

> " 'Alcoholic drink then…' "

Haures: "An alcoholic drink. We will have it ready in a moment.

Sorry to keep you waiting, dear guest. I have your liquor. Is there anything else you'd like?"

> " 'Erm… have a drink with me?' "

Haures: "Do you want me to join you...? My apologies. I appreciate the invitation, but... I am still at work right now... I am afraid alcohol is not allowed."

> " 'Don't say that' "

Haures: "My apologies. There are other guests here. If you need anything else, you can always call me. Now, if you'll excuse me."

> " 'Ah, Haures…' "

Trudge… trudge… trudge…

Haures: "........... Phew…. What do you think about that just now, Mr. Lucas?"

Lucas: "Yup ♪ That's just like you, Haures. You were very attentive."

Bastien: "You were able to turn down the guest's unreasonable request with ease…"

Haures: "Yeah… But it was very hard for me to refuse the lord's request, even if it was an act."

> "Don't worry about it that much"

Haures: "Y-yes... I know it in my head. However, when I realize that the one I'm talking with is the lord... I would immediately treat them specially. I tried to be mindful and treat them equally with other guests."

Lucas: "Fufu… That's very typical of Haures, the perfectionist. But, you know… Haures, you are right in your attitude of 'treating guests equally'... But I think you could satisfy them even more if you were a little more creative in the way you're refusing ♪"

Haures: "The way I refuse...?"

Lucas: "Yup. Because some of the guests at the party might be nobles."

Bastien: "Nobles? Don't they hate us? So, they won't come, right?"

Haures: "That's true."

Lucas: "No, no… Bastien, Haures. You have more secret admirers than you think, you know? Remember that time at the ball where all the nobles were gathered? Noblewomen were always coming up to you, right? Do you remember that, my lord?"

> "When I just came here, right?" > "Vaguely…"

Haures: "That's true when you put it like that…"

Lucas: "So… It's totally possible that the nobles will come."

Bastien: "I see... That makes sense."

Lucas: "Well then, let's get back to the matter at hand... What egoistic noble guests want is not equal treatment, but 'special treatment'. Even if that is not the case, it's important to make them feel that way, that 'I am the only one being treated specially', like that ♪"

Haures: "I see what you mean… It's true, if you ask me, but... It seems kind of difficult to actually do it."

Lucas: "It's not that difficult ♪ It can be something like this, for example:

*Close-up* 'Thank you very much for your kind words, dear guest.' 'I'd love to join you for a party if I could…' 'Unfortunately, there are other guests at the party. And...' 'If I keep a wonderful person like you all to myself... I would be scolded by other guests.'

'So, if possible… Please bear with me a little.' 'I'll be patient too. Let's do our best ♪'

...And so on ♪"

> "Amazing…"

Haures: "I see... You're refusing and pleasing them at the same time…"

Bastien: "I could never do that…"

Lucas: "That's not true. The point is that you just have to make them 'feel special'. It's up to each person to decide how they want to do it ♪ Well then, Haures. Would you like to try again?"

Haures; "O-okay.... I'll try to act out the 'special' feel.

*Close-up* Erm… dear guest. Thank you very much for your kind words. I'd like to be there with you too, but... we have other guests.

Oh, that's right. To make up for not being able to be there with you… Here is a rose. I'm sorry… please take it as if it were me.

I'll be here as soon as I can. Well then, see you later… ..........What do you think?"

> "I think I can feel the feeling special, and it's good"

Lucas: "Nice one, Haures! It's a great way to make someone feel special."

Bastien: "I could never do that..."

Haures: "Yeah.... I thought I couldn't either, but... I saw the roses in the yard and suddenly had an idea. Whew… Maybe it was Ammon's influence."

Lucas: "Mm-hmm ♪ It's great to be able to incorporate the strengths of your companions. What you learned this time is not limited to attending to guests, but can also be used for daily conversation.... You should try it out."

Haures: "Thank you very much, Mr. Lucas."

Bastien: "Yeah, I learned a lot. Once again, you've made me realize how amazing you are, Mr. Lucas."

Lucas: "No, no. You both are quick learners and that makes it easier for me."

Bastien: "Hmm… But still... I feel kind of bad about being told such a secret trick for free. I wish I could at least give you something in return."

Haures: "Yes, that's right. What we can give back to Mr. Lucas… Hmmm... None that I can think of…"

Bastien: "Well... How about some sword training together?"

Lucas: "What… Sword training…?"

Haures: "I see, Then we can be of some help. Mr. Lucas, if you don't mind, let's train together sometime. Let us repay you for what you did for us today, even if it's just a little."

Lucas: "Erm... Right… I'm very happy to hear that... I would love to train with you, but.... I have a lot of other things I need to do. I can't make time for it until I get those things done. So, for now, I'll just accept your offer. I'll ask you for training when I have more time, is that fine…?"

Haures: "I see… Then I guess it can't be helped."

Bastien: "That's right. And Mr. Lucas always seems to be busy."

Lucas: "Fufu. Thank you, both of you ♪"

> (He got away so well...)

Lucas: "Well then. That's enough practice for today. Thank you very much for your help, my lord."

> "I'm glad I could help."

Lucas: "Yes ♪ We really appreciate your help. I'm sure we'll be able to hold the costume party without any problems ♪"

Bastien: "Yes, I think so too."

Haures: "Please look forward to the party, my lord."

> "Yeah, I'm looking forward to it"

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#akuneko #aknk #devil butler with black cat #butler's halloween

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killerandhealerqueen · 10 months

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Helloo! Good evening! (It's evening in my country 😁)

Can you suggest me some good bromance dramas with crime and investigation as main genre?

I watched S.C.I Mystery, Killer and Healer, The Devil Judge, Under the Skin and Sleuth of ming dynasty.

Can you suggest me some good bromance dramas? Chinese dramas are more preferred. But korean ones are also fine.

Thank you!

Have a nice day! 😊❤️

Hello! Oh, you absolutely came to the right blog about this particular question, as crime dramas are what I mainly watch!

As I can see, you've watched pretty much all the dramas that I would recommend for good bromance and good crime dramas. But I do have some others to recommend.

Cdramas

Master, Wait a Moment is a good one, though it is subbed by MangoTV so the subs are kinda...iffy. But if you can watch it without subs, then you should be golden. Love the bromance and it has a good overarching case, which we like. You will find one of the female love interests insufferable and unfortunately, that's the only downside but it's okay, you can just skip over her scenes if you really can't stand her.

Another good one is Psych-Hunter. Again, you will find the female lead insufferable (if you took her out the drama would still literally be the same, just minus all the dumb romance plot they had to throw in to pass censorship). But again, it's okay because the cases are interesting and the chemistry between the main leads is great. The ending though will fuck with your brain a little, so just be prepared for that.

Now, this isn't a bromance, but Couple of Mirrors is glorious. Supposedly they're working on a season 2 (because the ending of season one is very open ended) but oh man, oh man will you love these girlies. You'll hate Youyi's husband though and want to kill him every time he opens his mouth so...yeah. He's insufferable and I hate him.

Checkmate is another good bromance. If you've seen My Roommate is a Detective, then you'll know that it's the same main leads from that drama in this drama. I've never actually finished MRIAD because I could not stand the female lead (no seriously, I got through ten episodes before I had to drop it because of how much I hated the female lead) but I did finish Checkmate and I loved it. A few of the cases are based off of Agatha Christie's books, like Murder on the Orient Express. It's really good, good overarching case, lots of twists that you don't see coming...I enjoyed this one a lot

A League of Nobleman is also another good bromance, it's very interesting how the leads are tied together and the cases are quite fascinating.

Jiang Hu Shao Nian Jue is a short drama, with like 20 eps and each episode is short but if you like the dynamic of Chen Yuzhi and Jiang Yuelou or Bai Yutong and Zhan Yao, then you'll really enjoy this one

Pledge of Allegiance is another good bromance (there's like romance between one of the leads and the female lead but like...there's more chemistry between the main leads so bromance) but whoo boy will this one fuck you up a little. But it's got a lot of whump if you like that. And the cases are interesting

Desire Catcher is a lot like S.C.I. but darker. Ho my god, is this drama darker. But again, good overarching cases, the bromance is *chef's kiss* but be warned, there are two episodes that have sexual assault (not seen of course but you know what's going on in those scenes) and there's a scene where a character slit their wrist (on dramacool it's blurred but you can still see it and apparently on youku, it's not blurred at all) so just be warned. But would definitely recommend this one

Order of the Sommelier isn't a case drama, per se, but oh my god the bromance is so good. Again, if you like the dynamic of Jiang Yuelou and Chen Yuzhi, that's what these two give off and I was living for it while watching it. (Episodes are really short, so there's a complied movie on youtube that's like four hours long. However, you're going to have to go to either dramacool or kisskh to watch the last epi because the movie doesn't have an important scene towards the end)

Original Sin is another good drama to watch. The ending is open because we were supposed to have a season 2 but I don't know if that's ever going to happen. I fucking hope it does but...*sigh*

This will get long, so I'm putting the rest under the cut

Jdramas

I don't know if you like jdramas but if you do, here are some good ones

Doubles (I always recommend this one. It's one of my favorites)

Nippon Noir: Detective Y’s Rebellion (a little trippy, it fucks with your head but it's good and the cases are interesting)

Sherlock: The Untold Stories (Can't go wrong with a Sherlock adaptation. This is probably my favorite adaption of Sherlock, just because I really like the actors)

Chiisana Kyojin (very police procedural, corruption, the usual in most japanese crime/police dramas)

Aozora No Tomago (good/interesting crime drama, we love the bromance between the leads...it's a good one)

Where Do I Come From? (Boku wa Doko Kara) (if you like yakuza, this one is also a good one. And while this is like a crime drama, sort of, you're really more focused on the leads)

Rinshou Hanzai Gakusha Himura Hideo no Suiri and Rinshou Hanzai Gakusha Himura Hideo no Suiri SP (I really enjoyed these and I think you will too)

Cold Case

Cold Case S2

Cold Case S3

(These three are mainly just crime/cold case dramas. No bromance but the cases are interesting)

BG: Personal Bodyguard

BG: Personal Bodyguard 2

(These two aren't crime dramas, per se, but the cases they take are interesting and the two leads are great. One of the leads is a main from Rinshou Hanazai Gakusha Himura Hideo no Suiri)

The Night Beyond the Tricornered Window (this one is based off of a manga and it's great. Love the actors and love the bromance (even though the manga/anime is BL)

Rasen no Meikyu: DNA Kagaku Sosa (a very science based crime drama but we love the leads and they argue like an old married couple. I think you'll enjoy it)

Bokura no Shokutaku (Not a crime drama, but the sweetest BL you will ever watch, if you haven't watched it already)

Kdramas

Missing Noir M (A good crime drama, open ending, cases are dark and a little fucked up but still good)

Tell Me What You Saw (this drama is dark and also fucked up, no bromance but the cases are good but do not watch this at night, it will fuck you up)

The Good Detective (S1&S2) oh I love the drama. It's a really good case drama and there is some bromance there. Second season is a lot more fucked up than season 1 but season 1 is still pretty angsty. But highly recommend

Beyond Evil (you need to watch this one. Need to. It's a must. It will fuck with your head and you will cry at the end but you will have been so glad you watched this)

Nobleman Ryu’s Wedding (cute, short BL. Definitely good)

The Guest (good drama, very dark, would not recommend watching at night if you don't like horror but the bromance is good)

Color Rush (another good BL)

You Make Me Dance (a BL that made me cry so...it's a good BL)

The Veil (no bromance but it's a great action/case drama. Will fuck with your head a little but I still recommend it)

Chimera (A mixture of the Devil Judge and Killer and Healer. Definitely something to watch)

Tinted With You (a really sweet BL)

Bad and Crazy (great case drama and great bromance)

Through the Darkness (I haven't finished the last 4 eps (i need to) but from what I've seen so far, I really enjoyed it. But holy shit, it's dark. It's dark. It's fucked up. You need to watch this during the day time do not watch it at night)

TWDramas

Danger Zone Season 1

Danger Zone Season 2

This is a great drama, love the bromance between the leads but again, it's dark. It's probably one of the darker dramas, up there with Tell Me What You Saw, Desire Catcher, and Through the Darkness. This isn't a drama you should watch at night because it's gruesome. And violent. But oh my god, it's so good

These are all the dramas I have to recommend, so I hope you enjoy anon!

#sass answers #anon edition #sass recs dramas

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shzmluvrs · 10 months

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DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVENT SEEN SHAZAM 2

Can you do poly Anne and Freddy with reader? Like how they got together and how the relationship would work

*cries in I get to write my own representation*

🩷💚🩵

For one, I definitely believe in the fact that Greek gods did not have the same societal things/"rules" as we do in modern days. Like man, they're above human morals, love is love to them, no matter what form that takes. They're literal gods, so they'd be damned if anyone told them different. Including how much love there is to go around. And certainly, Anthea wasn't raised any differently.

Plus, Freddy gives me vibes he's down for whatever as long as he likes you, so...

Perfect grounds for a throuple, the way I see it🤷🏽‍♀️🤭.

~ Star✨️

The Magic Number

Prompt: Why have one when you could have two? Especially when those two are Freddy "Captain Everypower" "I-Will-Read-You-Comics-To-Sleep" Freeman and Anthea "Anne" "I-Will-Rearrange-Organs-For-You" Goddess/Daughter of Atlas. They don't say three is the magic number for nothing.

Timeline: Post S!:FOTG

TW/Content: Mutual Pining⚡️Mentions of doubt/insecurity⚡️Anne and Freddy being so, so lovely⚡️Polycule! Throuple content!!⚡️Billy pops in for a solid 0.4 seconds🤧

Reader: Fem! She/Her/Hers Pronouns! Polyamorous!

Requested By: Anon

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I definitely feel like this all started with a classic case of miscommunication. Like, you were already #besties4theresties with Freddy, and when Anthea showed up, he got to know her and etcetcetc, insert the events of the second movie...

But then, at some point (after the events of the movie), you ended up meeting her yourself, and you two become the ultimate girl duo for a while, like, everybody knows that if Anthea is around, you're not far behind. And vice versa.

But everyone also assumed Anthea and Freddy were a thing, so now everyone's confused until one day...

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"(Y/N)! Hey...!" Freddy came rushing up to you, as fast as he could move with a crutch in hand, with a familiar brunette following in suite. Her eyes lit up the moment she saw you, readying herself to greet you before Freddy cut her off with his insistent rambles.

"Okay, so, I've been meaning to tell you this forever, and I didn't exactly- Mm... I didn't really know how to go about it, but I kinda' just figured 'fuck it', so... (Y/N), this is-!"

"Anne!" You squealed, opening your arms for the girl to come rushing into. This act stunned Freddy completely, any words about to leave his throat dwindling out into a tiny croak. With his mouth agape and his eyes wide, he watched as you two practically fell over each other in your scramble to be as close as possible, which quickly shifted into catching-up-gossip before you finally realized your figures were still being gawked at.

"Close your mouth, babe, you'll catch flies." Anthea joked, and of course, you laughed. But it didn't take long for you to take quick notice of the term of endearment.

'Babe...'

It was now your turn for your lips to part, your pointer finger hurriedly pointing back and forth between your best friends in shock.

"Oh my god, you two are a thing?!"

"That's what I was trying to tell you!" Freddy exclaimed with a laugh. "I didn't know you two already knew each other!"

"Yeah, man!" You nodded. "I met her, like, the second week of school. We've been hanging out together ever since. Anne, I didn't know Freddy was the boyfriend...!"

Anthea nodded swiftly, as if all of her little stories, rants, and raves had been obviously about him the whole time.

"I've been friends with him since I was in, like, kindergarten!"

"(N/N), that's so cute!" Anthea cooed with a nickname for you, poking at your sides lightly before adding teasing words right after. "But, I feel like I've known you even longer, so~...!"

In a sudden flurry of emotion, Freddy's world's had collided. His best girl and his girlfriend, the two of them a daring duo he had been so excited to create, only to learn that they had become so on their own. And now, the three of you would form the ultimate trio. Because what could possibly go wrong there?

"I mean, can you believe we're so close that people actually thought we were dating?"

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Sure, what Anthea had said was meant to be a harmless joke. And, don't get me wrong, both you and Freddy laughed.

But it was a notion that never really left Freddy's mind, a little bubble constantly floating around in the back of his brain.

'Dating?' He thought. And not in a crude way, of course. He had no qualms with the idea of your sexuality ranging from anything other than straight, same went for Anthea's. It was just that the thought of you two together somehow made perfect sense. Clear sense. Which... was odd at first. Because... well... him and Anthea made clear, perfect sense, too.

Didn't it?

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"How do you feel about (Y/N)?"

It was a sudden question, seemingly out of the blue, especially right now. In the middle of their date.

"(Y/N)?"

And though it was a curveball, Anthea nevertheless seemed to perk up at just the mention of you. Her eyes twinkling, her smile broadening, the girl even going as far as to fix her posture. As if the subject of you were to be approached with the utmost clarity and sincerity.

"I mean, where do I even start? She's really the most amazing friend anyone could have. I mean, besides you and your family, of course! But, I just mean... like, it's nice when I'm with her. Don't you ever feel...burdened by the weight being a hero comes with?"

"Sometimes." Freddy admitted with a nod. "When I'm with (Y/N), I... it's like being free from it all. Just for a little while. Normal. She's... caring, and-and smart, and she just... gets me, y'know?"

"I know exactly what you mean." Anthea agreed with an eager nod to his words. "I feel this... this warmth. Kind of like with you. When we first met. Inviting, welcoming-"

"Judgment free."

"Yes. She's got something I just can't place. Something that's hard to find in most people. She's..."

"She's perfect."

And while Freddy hadn't shyed away into filling in the blanks, he caught himself the moment he had admitted his thoughts. It wasn't to say he was discrediting you of those earlier stated qualities, but he also in no way wanted to disrespect or disregard what him and Anthea had. Because that was special too. She was special, too.

"And so are you! Obviously- Duh, like-"

"Yes, yeah, of course!" Anthea stumbled, failing at hiding the blush clouding up her own cheeks. "I mean, I think you're special too. You're very special, Freddy."

She placed a comforting hand atop of his own.

"You and (Y/N) are very special to me."

Freddy smiled. He agreed.

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He wasn't the only one with such confusing, maybe even contradictory thoughts running through his mind, though. But, unlike him, you really didn't have anyone to confide in.

No one to properly convey such thoughts to, no one who wouldn't shun or shame you for thinking such ways about two separate people. People you called your closest friends, no less!

...Well... actually...

You had Billy, but since when does he ever know what he's talking about?

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"...And, ugh... I don't know, dude. It's all just... weird."

Billy nodded, trying his best and hardest to both understand and formulate a solution to what you had let him know was a problem.

But, then again...

"It doesn't have to be."

You perked up at his words, uncovering your face with your hands and shooting him a confused glance towards his spot on the couch. He had even paused his video game for you, looking towards you with green eyes that screamed, 'Isn't the answer obvious?'.

"Weird, I mean. It doesn't have to be weird if you don't want it to be."

"How can it not be weird?" You deadpanned, throwing your arms and letting them harshly fall back into your lap. "I've-... I'm finally admitting to myself that I've had a crush on Freddy since...forever. And boom, just like that, my best friend comes in and sweeps him off of his feet. And I didn't even know about it 'til months later!"

"You're making yourself sound hopeless."

"Gee, thanks, Billy." You hummed sarcastically. "Real encouraging."

He shrugged. You went on.

"Look, all I'm saying is... it's just...weird to suddenly feel all of these different things at once, okay? Because then, sometimes I think it's not Freddy that I really like. And that I'm mixing up these feelings. That it's... that it's Anne who I really like. And that maybe-"

"-It's okay to love them both, you know..."

A pause lingered in the air at his words, Billy casually unpausing his game while your eyes narrowed in his direction.

"...Did you just quote 'The Vampire Diaries'?"

"Mary has been watching it on repeat for months, I literally can't get the actor's faces out of my head!"

With the shake of your own head in dismay, you couldn't help but entertain Katherine Pierce's words. They were sudden, yet, actually kind of wise. Extra shocking coming from Billy Batson, of all people, but...

"Do... do you actually believe that? Would they...would they even...?"

You couldn't even finish your own question, too flushed with embrassment at just the mere thought.

"Go find out. They should be home any second now, anyway." Billy shrugged once more, mouth stuffed with half of a pizza roll.

"You are zero help." You scoffed, storming out of the house as he called after you.

"But you're going, aren't you?!"

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As much as it vexed you to admit it, maybe Billy actually knew what he was talking about. Just this once, though.

And while yes, you did jog all the way home in search of your phone (because that fear of rejection had you NOT wanting to physically face that at all💀) and began to type away in Anthea's inbox, it didn't seem to matter.

Because Freddy had already reached out to you first...

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Over time and conversation, it had become apparent to all three of you that a mutual crush circled all around. No way to shield or avoid it, no way to subdue it. And, with only a leap of faith to determine your actions, the three of you simply decided to embrace it.

It was through sheer willpower and an overabundance of both love and fear that caused Freddy to make it official, bringing the two of you together for a date that ended with him asking the both of you if you would take him as your boyfriend. Naturally, agreeance swiftly followed, along with the consent to being each other's girlfriend. A throuple was born, not only iconic, but a loving one that lasted as long as the three of you lived...

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It was a little awkward and unknowing at first, hard to get used. Especially for Freddy, who couldn't even fathom the idea of a girlfriend in the past, now blessed with two. But he hardly spared a moment, making sure that the two of you knew he would be there with plenty of love to go around.

As a matter of fact, I feel like (as a whole, as a throuple) your guy's main love language would be words of affirmation. The three of you constantly reminding, affirming, and simply just speaking into existence of how much you all truly care and love each other. It helps to wound any moments of jealousy or spurs of needed attention.

Not to mention the constant hand-holding/playing between y'all🤧😻. I feel like Freddy is constantly playing with you or Anthea's hands.

Anthea definitely isn't hesitant to show either one of you off. Both of you at once! Girly is used to seeing/being around relationships like this (like I said in my little note at the beginning, Greek gods definitely have different societal "standards" than humans do) so don't be surprised when she's happily showering you both with kisses 'hello' and 'goodbye' one moment, and glaring at passerbys who even just THINK to give a weird look/comment the next.

Freddy, kind of like Anthea, is super flirty and cocky about it up front. Like, hello, two girlfriends that love a cherish him. Who tf wouldn't want that? But, it's his doubts that lie on the inside, rumors sometimes getting to him or his own insecurities of the two of you leaving him weighing heavy in his heart and mind.

Not that he doesn't trust y'all for even a second. He's just... not so used to being seen for him. Really him, not just his little Captain Everypower persona, yk?

But, he gets over it pretty quick when you guys are right there to give him ample amounts of reassurance and love.

And that's all just the beginning...!!

I'm definitely making a part two to this at some point!! This is just too good, I have more thoughts in the tank (such as: more cutesy little couple stuff, coming out a throuple to the family, and a bonus, a short story/imagine at the end of a how a date would go) so yeah!

Be on the lookout for that! I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it🥲🫶🏽!

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I, uh...

Well, you might say I have some thoughts.

Okay, so, on the one hand, I'm slightly impressed. Certain sections of this episode made me think, "Dude! Where has this level of writing been for the last two seasons?!?" All the scenes at the Reyes house. EZ dumping his bike. Some of it felt really good. It watched well, even if it felt a little out of place with the rest of what we received.

On the other hand, I am disappointed as all hell, for several different reasons. The glaring issue being that I don't foresee a neat little wrap-up in just one episode. Come on. They really are suffering for the bullshit pacing during the rest of the season, and it shows. Ugh. I feel nitpicky for always complaining about that, but this is a clear-cut case of, "We could have had it all!"

Yeah. Anyway.

I'm also at a bit of a loss over Terry claiming the Mayans broke into their (I assume) clubhouse. (And, as an aside, they should really consider some new lighting, or a coat of paint in that bitch, something). Anyway. I understand protecting the girls. Sure. That's a great surface deed. But, not only is it coming back to bite him - and everyone else - in the ass, it's also a terrible watering-down of everything Letty and Hope went through in this series. We didn't hear a thing about Letty this week (unless I missed it), and, unless she delivers the kill shot on Isaac (which I highly doubt), what more is there for her? I love this girl. I wanted the best for her, and the pain they have put her through has been unnecessary, beyond furthering the war. I ask no forgiveness. That just pisses me right off.

I'm distraught about Elio. I really am. Further proof that EVERY MOTHER FUCKING THING EZ touches goes to shit. The looks on Bottles' and Guero's faces... The devastation done to the Broken Saints. Their animals. And all that punk-ass little bitch could worry about was the fucking pipeline?! It's all EZ's fucking fault, top to bottom. (I know the Broken Saints made a decision that came back to bite them, but I only have one more episode to blame El Presidente, okay?).

Which brings me to Felipe. OH, MY FUCKING HELL. I knew it was coming, that Papa Reyes would come under fire, but FUCK ME. Maverick, too?! That poor baby boy!! Like the poor kid doesn't already have enough stacked up against him. Cripes. I would like to hope Felipe is still alive, and that whoever is in that bag is one of the Sons. Felipe is a tough old man, and I'm sure he's been through worse in his younger years. And, yeah, keys words, right there: younger years. Let me hope, huh? I like the dude. But, if he really is gone, my heart can handle it, in that he died to protect his grandson. <3 .

*mutters to herself* No crying at work, Mycki. No crying at work.

I did appreciate seeing Wendy. Nero and the boys would have been awesome, but that's just asking for too much. (Tee-hees). She had some good advice, and I'm glad to find her doing so damned well. She's worked for it, and she's earned it.

But.

After that (long-ass) chat, I'm expected to believe that EZ truly loves Sofia so much 'it hurts'?? *cackles* Gimme a damned break, here!! I don't like the broad, but I was hoping she'd at least have the good sense to pack up herself, and the pup, and get the frick away from Hurricane Ezekiel. (Which isn't fair, because the man is pretty much every single natural disaster mashed together in one mess of a human being). These two, though, are both a special kind of dumb, and they truly deserve one another. I just don't want anything to happen to the dog.

I don't. At all.

Since nothing much else happened this week, I'd like to take a moment to say, R.I.P. Les Packer. I'm sure you'll be seeing Little Brother again, shortly.

Finally, my heart is just going out to Angel, yet again. Damn, this poor guy. He's built up some bad karma, sure, but he's steadily lost over the years, too. It just keeps happening, and it's because of his brother. He tried to warn him. Tried to pull him in the right direction. Now, their family has come under fire. AGAIN. His kid, for the second time this season. I hope to hell that he gets out. That he gets out, and far, far away from Santo Padre, and from the Mayans, and from all the bullshit he just doesn't need, anymore. To keep Maverick away from all the haunts and dangers of their family. (Ideally, if the old man is still alive, I'd like him to go along with). I know I've said it before, that Angel has become the Jax of this series, and I still feel that way. At least, in halves. EZ is the Jax that make stupid decisions, and Angel is the Jax that the consequences all come to call on. I just want Angel to be able to be a good father for his kid.

Oh, yeah. Where the hell was everyone else, all of a sudden? Penultimate episode, and suddenly nobody else's bullshit storylines matter? My word!

Until the finale, Y'all! -Mycki

#Mayans #Mayans MC #Mayans M.C.#Mayans M.C. Spoilers #Mayans MC Spoilers #Mayans Spoilers

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The Centre Must Hold (Chapter Three)

Summary: This is Part Fifteen of my series A Herrmann/Halstead Production. It is an AU where Christopher Herrmann's mom had an affair with Pat Halstead resulting in a baby. The series follows this OC character (Rebecca "Bex" Herrmann) as she grows up and gets to know her brothers and the various Chicago teams. It is very much an AU, just to underscore that. It doesn't follow the same timeline and characters will follow different paths.

Click here for the Series Rundown where you can find the links to read all of the previous installments (which I highly recommend you do so that this one makes sense.)

Rating: Teen and Up

Relationships: Christopher Herrmann & Original Female Character, Christopher Herrmann/Cindy Herrmann, Jay Halstead & Original Female Character, Will Halstead & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Will Halstead, pre-Greg 'Mouse' Gerwitz/Original Female Character, pre-Will Halstead/Connor Rhodes

Warnings: This loosely follows the arc where Chris is stabbed by Freddie Clemente. There will be discussion of his injuries, but not in extreme detail. Also: Hospitalization, Near Death Experience, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Arguing, Swearing, lots of stress

A/N: To underscore my previous note, this is an alternate universe so things have unfolded differently. This will not follow the canon arc exactly by any means. But I hope you'll still enjoy it!

Chapter One Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Sylvie

Sylvie headed toward the café with one goal in mind.

Buy up as many snacks and hot beverages as she could possibly carry.

It looked like they were all going to be camped out in the waiting room until it was time to go in shift and no one was going to survive that on hospital coffee.

Luckily, the café across the street was open twenty-four hours and she knew they had actually palatable selections.

She reached for the door, hand bumping into another one reaching for the handle at the same time. Sylvie looked up to see warm, brown eyes looking tired, but amused.

“Sorry about that,” the man said, grabbing the door after she had stepped back and gesturing for her to go through. He looked familiar, but her sleep deprived brain was having trouble placing him.

“Oh, no, no.” Sylvie waved off his apology. “That was on me. I was kind of a mission and not paying attention to anything else.”

“Ah.” The man nodded at the luckily still fairly full baked goods case to the left of the counter. “Great minds think alike, I guess.”

It finally clicked. “You work with Jay, right? Bex’s brother?”

“Yeah.” He smiled, holding out a hand. “Kevin Atwater. And you’re at 51, right?”

“Sylvie Brett, paramedic,” she said, returning the shake. “I haven’t been there too long and I’m still working on getting to know everyone in the various circles.”

“Hang out at Molly’s long enough and you’ll get the hang of it.”

“That’s what everyone keeps telling me,” Sylvie agreed with a laugh.

Kevin’s smile faded away and his face turned serious after a moment. “Crazy about Herrmann though,” he said quietly.

“I still can’t believe it,” Sylvie said. “He’s always such a—such a presence, you know? And seeing him like that…” She sighed. “I just really hope he’s okay.”

“From what I’ve heard about the guy, he’s a fighter,” Kevin said. “We’re all pulling for him. Jay and Bex are family so that makes Herrmann family too.”

“I’m glad he has so many people supporting him. It’s nice to see. I feel a bit bad leaving the waiting room,” she smiled ruefully at Kevin. “But I hate feeling useless. Then I remembered this place and I thought, what is one of the most helpful things you can do in a crisis?”

“Feed people,” Kevin chimed in.

“Exactly!” she exclaimed. “I thought I’d get as much as I could and that was better than nothing.”

“Well, I had the same idea,” Kevin leaned in with a little conspiratorial grin. “So now you have an extra set of arms to work with.”

“Ooh.” Sylvie looked at his arms, then over at the case and back again. “We can get so many muffins!”

They ended up with a spectacularly large selection of muffins and scones and danishes and as many trays of coffee as they could juggle and then very carefully made their way back over to Med. Kevin dropped his load off on one of the small coffee tables in the middle of their waiting room before helping her unload as well.

“I have to get back and help Ruzek finish off the witness interviews,” he said, jerking a thumb over his shoulder. “But it was nice doing a supply run with you, Sylvie Brett.”

“Me too. I hope we can do it again sometime.” Sylvie’s eyes widened as she realized what she’d just said. “Not that I want anyone else to get—to get, you know—stabbed! I just meant—muffins—and—”

Kevin smiled at her and let out a little laugh. “I get it,” he said quietly, mindful of where they were now. “And I hope so too.”

He walked away and Sylvie turned back to focus on handing out the goodies they’d brought back—only to be faced with Shay, Julie, and Stella watching her. Eyes narrowed and amused.

She gulped and held out a bag. “Muffin?”

***

Bex

Eventually, 51 had to head out on their shift. Sylvie and Kevin had been awesome enough to go and grab everyone snacks so she felt marginally less worried about them starting work on empty stomachs. Still, she sent out a little wish to the fire gods for a hopefully not too stressful shift.

She’d promised to keep them all informed and made the same promise to Mouse and Adam and Kevin who also had to leave to go help with the search for Freddie.

Will was the last to leave, unable to get out of his ED shift, but he promised to come back and check on them when he could.

All of a sudden, it was quiet.

Just her and Jay and Cindy and a fitfully sleeping Chris.

All of a sudden, it was quiet and her thoughts were so loud.

Was Chris still bleeding? Would he have to have surgery? Would there be lasting damage?

His skin still looked grey and he’s barely been awake for more than a few minutes at a time.

He looked unrecognizable compared to the bright, loud jovialness of the Chris she knew and loved. There was a creeping fear inching up her spine whispering that she might not ever see that Chris again.

She clenched her fists, trying to force the feeling back down.

Thinking like that wasn’t going to get them anywhere.

Time moved strangely for the next few hours—slowly down to a syrupy crawl and then skipping ahead in little leaps. Jay stepping out into the hall to check in with his unit seemed to take forever; only for him to come back inside with a small shake of his head.

No news on Freddie.

Then, between one minute and the next, Jay had been and gone for coffee for Cindy and half of the 51 crew was back.

Uncle Mouch and Uncle Bo swung by the room to check in. Apparently, they’d had a rough call (thanks a lot, fire gods) and Joe was being treated for smoke inhalation, but he’d be okay.

Bex pulled Uncle Bo aside in the hallway for a private word. “Would you mind keeping an extra eye on Joe?” she asked. “He’s taking this really hard and I tried talking to him, but I don’t think I made a dent. I’m just worried—”

“I’m already on it, sweetheart,” Uncle Bo said, cupping a hand on the back of her head. “You’ve got enough worries on your plate. You don’t need to fret about this one. I promise.”

She nodded and let him wrap her up in a quick hug before he headed out.

Uncle Mouch made to follow, but she caught him by the elbow. At least there was one thing in this horrible, awful day to celebrate. “Hey! What’s this Cindy’s telling me about you having big plans?”

His face instantly fell and Bex cursed herself.

“I messed it up, Bex,” he choked out. “I messed it up bad.”

“No, oh, no, Uncle Mouch, listen,” Bex pulled him in for a hug. “You love Trudy, right?” He nodded against her shoulder. “And I know Trudy loves you.” He made a doubtful noise and she gave him a little shake. “Shut it. She does. And she loves you for you so if you messed it up, then you apologize and you take your next chance to get it right. Okay?”

Uncle Mouch sighed and she stepped back to look him in the eye. “Promise me.”

“I will,” he sighed. “Somehow.” Uncle Mouch tousled her hair with a little smile. “Thanks, kid.”

He headed out too and just like that, they were alone again.

Everything seemed fine for a bit—fine being a relative term—and the three of them were sitting there while Cindy filled them in on the kids’ latest exploits when all of a sudden Chris started breathing funny.

Weird, little huffs.

“Christopher?” Cindy sat up, leaning toward him.

“I’ll get a nurse,” Jay said, jumping up and heading for the door.

“Chris?” Bex stood up and was moving closer to the bed when all of the machines started going off—alarms sounding on more than one of them. “What is—Jay!”

Jay started yelling for help in the hallway and suddenly two nurses and Connor ran into the room, sweeping them out of the way as they started checking over Chris.

Bex hung onto Cindy and Jay in the hall as they all watched helplessly. The machines would not shut up and suddenly one of the nurses was shouting.

“He’s crashing!”

***

Cindy

She did the one thing she could. Prayed.

Please God, not my love. Not my Christopher.

We need him.

He is our rock.

Our heart.

Please.

***

Jay

It was probably only a few minutes before Connor and his team managed to stabilize Chris, but it felt like hours. Every muscle in Jay’s body ached from how tense he’d been holding himself.

Connor’s explanation for what was going on wasn’t helping him calm down at all.

“Chris has developed what we call TRALI, transfusion-related acute lung injury,” Connor said in that infuriatingly measured tone. “It’s a reaction to the antibodies in blood products, especially plasma, and it sent him into respiratory distress. Now, we can treat those symptoms with steroids and BiPap, but if it happens again, we will need to intubate him and put him on a breathing machine.”

The three of them stood in shocked silence for a moment, taking that wall of information in.

Bex took a shuddery breath before shaking herself and straightening her shoulders. “What about the bleeding? With his liver. Has it stopped?”

“Right now, we’re still in a watch and wait situation with the bleeding,” Connor said and Jay tried to tamp down the frustration, but honestly, what hell were they doing?

Besides nothing, it seemed like.

Cindy let out a small sob and Bex wrapped an arm around her shoulders before looking back at Connor, face in a concentrated frown.

“What if the bleeding doesn’t stop?” she asked. “With this tray—tra—”

“TRALI,” Connor interjected.

“Yes,” Bex nodded. “And the respiratory distress…won’t surgery be too dangerous?”

“We’ll worry about that then,” Connor said. “I’ll be back to check on Chris in a bit.”

And then he left.

Left them floundering with no real answers—no proper explanations as far as Jay was concerned.

Cindy was staring into Chris’s room, one hand pressed against her lips, tears in her eyes.

“Listen,” Jay said, taking her other hand in his. “I’ll get Will to come see us when he has a break and maybe he can explain things a little more. Give us a better sense of what we’re dealing with.”

She nodded and Bex sent him a grateful smile.

“In any case,” he continued. “If I know one thing about Chris, it’s that he will fight like hell to get through this.”

“Language,” Cindy said faintly.

“Sorry,” Jay grinned sheepishly and she patted his hand fondly.

“Jay’s right,” Bex said. “Chris would never leave you and the kids. Not if he can help it. He’s going to be okay, Cindy. We have to keep believing that.”

“Thank you,” Cindy whispered, drawing them both into a hug. “I couldn’t imagine facing this without either of you.”

They stood there together for a moment before Jay stepped back. “I’m going to grab us some cold drinks,” he said. “I’m feeling caffeine’d out.” He walked away and jogged down a few halls until he tracked down Connor.

“Connor,” he called out, catching up to the man where he’d stopped and turned around. “So, we’re still just waiting for the bleeding to stop?”

“Yeah,” Connor said, like that was a proper explanation.

“But we’ve been doing that since he was brought in,” Jay said, trying, trying, trying to keep his tone in check even though all he wanted to do was scream. He’d come to view Connor as a friend over the past few months. The last thing he wanted to do was take his anger over the situation out on him. “All of this waiting isn’t doing him any good.”

“His reaction to the blood products is unfortunate,” Connor sighed.

Jay stilled.

Unfortunate.

Running out of creamer for your coffee was unfortunate.

Rain on game day was unfortunate.

Maybe Jay had overestimated Connor’s closeness with his family if this was the kind of doctor crap he was going to try and feed him. “Unfortunate?”

“Jay—”

“There has to be more that we can do, okay?” Jay burst out, trying to make him understand. “Chris wouldn’t just sit around and wait if it was one of us. He—you can’t—Connor.” Jay took a breath, scrubbing a hand down his face, attempting to gather his words.

“That man?” He pointed down the hall, back in the direction of Chris’s room. “He saved my life—more than once. I can’t just stand by and watch him die. There has to be something.”

Connor nodded, hand twitching like he was going to reach out and try and comfort Jay before thinking better of it. “I know it’s frustrating, Jay,” he said. “But right now, it’s about trying to keep him from needing intubation and hopefully preventing surgery. Please trust that I want to do everything possible to get Chris back on his feet as soon as we can.”

Apparently, that was the best answer Jay was going to get right now.

He stared Connor down. “Then do it.”

Jay brushed past him and stalked back down the hall toward Chris’s room. Back to his family.

He got halfway there before turning right back around.

Fuck.

Drinks.

***

Gabi

Gabi grabbed her ringing phone before shushing everyone in the common room. “It’s Bex.”

Everyone sat on the edge of their seats trying to listen in as she got the latest update. One that she wasn’t looking forward to giving them. Her heart was aching for Bex and Cindy. She wished she could be right there with them, but it helped to know Jay was there giving his support.

“Okay, thanks Bex. Keep us posted,” she said. “Love you too.”

She hung up and held up a hand as everyone started talking at once, wanting to know what was going on. “Herrmann had a bad reactions to the transfusions,” Gabi said, cutting right to the meat of it. “They’ve got him stable for now, but…it looks like the bleeding hasn’t stopped.”

The room was silent as everyone took that in.

Cruz cleared his throat. “So, what are they gonna do?” he asked, voice rough.

“They’re not sure yet,” Gabi said.

“How’s Bex?” Otis piped up.

“She sounded a bit shaky,” Gabi admitted. “I think she’s trying to keep it together for Cindy, but she’s got to be scared out of her mind.”

Any other questions got cut off as the alarm blared. “Truck 81, Squad 3, Ambulance 61. Person trapped. South Rockwell and 44th Street.”

***

Bex

Not too long after updating Gabi on Chris’s condition, Bex got a call back from her with surprising news. “They got Freddie,” she told Cindy and Jay, still half in shock over the news.

Jay immediately whipped out his phone, no doubt texting his team for more information.

“That’s good,” Cindy murmured, mostly to herself. Bex reached over and squeezed her hand, both of them watching Chris as he worked for each breath through the BiPap.

Bex supposed it was good. Honestly, it felt more like a sad end to what should have been a much better story.

Everyone from 51 showed up again shortly after Gabi called. Uncle Bo had to be taken them off service sporadically so they could come and visit. She wasn’t going to argue about it in any case.

Chris was getting checked over again so they met the crew out in the waiting room again. Joe was still hanging back and Otis filled her in on what he’d done to bring Freddie in safely.

Bex strode over and cuffed him on the back of the head, calling him an idiot, before drawing him into a hug. She only got halfway through the rest of her lecture before Connor showed up with another update.

“Herrmann’s continuing to bleed from his liver and his hemodynamic situation is becoming unstable.”

Jesus, where was Will when she needed him. None of this sounded good.

“Ideally, we’d take him to angio and we would try to fix the bleeding from the inside,” Connor said. “Unfortunately, his blood pressure is too low to risk that. So we have no other choice, but to take him into surgery. He’s going to need a lot of blood and plasma so the risk of TRALI is high, but we will deal with that if it comes up.”

Bex tried to take it all in. Tried to think of questions they needed to ask. She glanced at Jay, but he looked just as lost as she felt.

“Thank you, Doctor Rhodes,” Uncle Bo said, stepping in.

Cindy finally found her voice after that. “Take good care of him. Please.”

“I will,” Connor nodded.

“Of course, he will,” Bex said, stepping up to wrap her arm in Cindy’s. “Connor’s the best surgeon at Med, Cindy. Chris is going to be in good hands.” She shot Connor a look that she hoped said ‘don’t make me a freaking liar, Rhodes.’

He nodded again, even more solemnly this time which Bex didn’t think was possible.

“Why don’t you come with me to see Chris before we get him prepped, Cindy,” Connor said and Cindy followed him back to Chris’s room.

Bex took a moment to close her eyes and try to breathe.

“Hey,” a voice said softly beside her. Jay. “He’s going to be okay, Bex.”

She opened her eyes to see his worried face in front of her. “Of course, he is,” she said.

Because he had to be. There was no other option.

A world without Chris was not one Bex could fathom so…she wasn’t.

Chris was going to be okay and that was it.

End of story.

“Can you update Will?” she asked Jay, pulling out her phone. “I need to let Cindy’s parents know what’s going on.” Jay frowned at her, looking like he wanted to say something else, but eventually nodded and stepped away.

Cindy appeared just then and pulled Joe aside. Chris was awake and wanted to talk to him.

Good. Maybe hearing it from Chris would finally get it to sink in for Joe that this situation was not his fault.

She chatted with Cindy’s parents quickly and assured them she’d let them know how everything went and asked them to give the kids big hugs from all of them.

Everyone was milling around the waiting room, but Uncle Bo caught her eye. He was off by himself, leaning against a wall, looking exhausted. She made her way over to him.

“Hey,” Bex said and he looked up to meet her eyes. “Thanks for fixing things so you guys could keep coming by today.”

“I didn’t fix anything,” he said in that very Uncle Bo way of his. “We happened to have a light day today is all.”

“Mm-hm.” She grinned at him and stepped into his open arms for the hug. “Guess we’re just lucky then.”

He squeezed her tight and she felt some of the tension melt away.

“We’re gonna get through this, Baby Herrmann,” he said quietly.

Somehow hearing the words coming from her Uncle Bo, they sounded more sure, more solid, than from anyone else so far.

Now it had to be true.

She nodded and gave him one last pat before stepping away. “I’m going to track down Cindy,” she said. “Keep an eye on these guys. They’ve had a lot of sugar today.”

That got him to crack a smile so she felt marginally better about leaving him there.

Bex headed down the hall, but Cindy was nowhere in sight. Another hallway brought Uncle Mouch and Trudy into view. She was about to say hi when she realized there was a definite moment happening. She ducked back into a doorway.

“I mean, yeah, that—that proposal was really messy and half-assed. But then again, so are you,” Trudy said and Bex had to hold in a laugh. Man, they were perfect for each other.

“But you are also the kindest and most honest man I have ever met, and I would be the luckiest girl on Earth to call you mine,” Trudy continued. “Randall McHolland…will you marry me?”

Do not scream, Bex, she told herself sternly. You’ll ruin the moment.

Uncle Mouch was an adorable, teary mess. “Trudy Platt,” he said, voice breaking. “Marrying you would be my greatest honor.”

Bex did a little fist pump when they smooched and then tiptoed away.

She had to tell Chris.

That would totally ruin Uncle Mouch’s surprise though.

But it would make Chris so happy, especially before going into surgery…

He could act surprised when Uncle Mouch and Trudy told him again later.

Okay, decision made.

She wound her way back to Chris’s room and peeked in the doorway. Joe was still there and she could hear Chris telling him what she knew he would say.

That it was good that Joe tried to help Freddie and that none of this was his fault.

That Chris doesn’t blame him at all.

Joe was crying, but Bex could see a tiny smile and she hoped that maybe, finally, the truth of those words was starting to sink in for him.

She was debating if she should hang back a bit longer when Chris started making that funny breathing noise again and the machines started going off.

“Herrmann?” Joe stood up and leaned in, trying to get a response from Chris.

Bex stumbled back into the hallway, looking around for help. “Connor? Dr. Rhodes?” Where was he? Where was anybody? “Help! We need help over here!”

Connor and the nurse emerged from around the corner and tore into Chris’s room. The nurse pulled the sheet back and Bex couldn’t help gasping at the amount of blood coming from Chris’s side. She grabbed Joe and they stood off to the side while Connor and his team got to work.

She caught bits and pieces through the ongoing blare of the alarms. Something about a clot coming loose and his chest tube dumping blood.

Then they were unlocking his bed and wheeling it out the door.

“Where are you taking him?” Bex asked Connor, following along behind. “What’s going on?”

“We’re taking him in for emergency surgery,” Connor said tersely.

And then they were gone.

Wheeling him out of sight.

Cindy stood there, crying with Jay’s arm wrapped around her shoulders and all of 51 behind them. They watched Connor take Chris to leave and then turned to Bex for answers that she didn’t have.

She wanted to tell them it was all going to be fine. That Chris was going to be okay.

But she didn’t have the words this time.

Couldn’t bring herself to speak them when this time—

She was so afraid it was a lie.

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