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crxss01 · 11 months

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— Rosa Pastel (2)

pairing ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ 42!miles morales x reader

summary ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ after four months of having broken up with miles an event leads you right back into his arms.

warnings ✧˖ ° gaslighting, manipulation, toxic relationship, threatening, unwanted flirting, miles is a major red flag, violence, mentioned murder, stalking.

m. list, main m. list.

translations ✧࿓☾ princesa: princess, mi angelito: my little angel, bonito: handsome/pretty boy, los mataré, entiendes?: i'll kill them, understand?

a/n . . ◟੭ here’s part one! heyy, loves! i’m sorry for the long wait, i have been busy writing other fics and with real life things!

four months.

it has been four months since you left miles and you couldn't feel anymore miserable, your entire world had revolved around him and it was like it stopped the motion the moment you broke up with him.

he hadn't tried anything to approach you or even contact you, part of it made you mad but the other part was relieved because you didn't know what you would do if miles tried to explain himself again while you were still vulnerable.

you have tried to go on multiple dates since then, but they turned out really badly since either the person was the rudest one you have ever met or stood you up. you were tired of that, what was wrong with this people? asking someone on a date just to treat them like shit, then never trying to speak with you again or not show at all.

now you were getting ready for a party, almost done with your look. you had spent most of the time stressing out on what to wear because you wanted attention but not that much attention so you had to figure out something fast.

after deciding which dress to wear you did your makeup and hair, before putting on some short heeled stilettos to finish off the look. you sighed looking at the mirror, maybe today you could forget about him for a while and focus on having fun for once.

grabbing your purse and double checking that everything you needed was inside of it, you left your house. breathing in the fresh air, you started walking to the convenience store, wanting to buy something before calling an uber.

however your plans changed when you noticed a group of men standing there drinking, smoking and looking crazy. you turned, deciding to just make your way back home and call the uber. the streets were dangerous ever since captain morales died and you didn't want to fall victim to any of this men.

"hey, sweetheart! where you going?" one of them noticed you and called out.

you cursed under your breath, squeezing your eyes together and walking faster.

"now, why are you walking so fast? huh?" the same one that had talked before had ran towards you and caught your arm in his grasp.

"please, leave me alone." now you were scared.

"and why would i do that?" he eyed you from head to toe. "aren't you a doll, wanna go back to my place?"

it sounded like a question but you knew that it wasn't. "listen, i just wanna go home."

"i can go home with you too." he laughed and the others, who you didn't notice had gotten closer, started laughing too.

five grown men surrounding you. this night couldn't get any worse. the one holding you took out a pocket knife and ran it across your face.

"let go of me!" you said, trying to keep it together and not show any fear.

"i don't think so." the man shook his head with a sick grin on his face, lifting the knife from your face and shaking it as well. "now—"

there was a loud slashing sound and suddenly the man was on the floor, blood pooling around him, four deep slashes across his back.

you knew who it was from and you didn't hesitate to run, it was hard on heels but you made it home, locking the door behind you and putting a hand over your mouth to muffle your sobs.

miles had just killed someone. right in front of you, he just killed him. you slid down the door, your hand still covering your mouth as tears fell down from your eyes.

"don't cry, mami." the voice scared you but you had no energy to jump at the sound or to start yelling at him for what he did. "that man ain't worth it."

"just leave me alone, please..." you managed to say.

"what if someone tries to break in?" miles asked, kneeling in front of you. "what if you get harassed again? won't you want me there for you? to protect you?"

you finally looked over at him, a claw was laying beside him, covered in blood and his suit had some fresh blood on it.

"you killed them all?" you asked.

"of course i did," he nodded with a sweet smile, making him appear so innocent. "one laid his hands on you while the others just watched. they all deserved what they got."

"you killed them."

"yes, and i would do it again to protect you."

"miles, you killed." you took a shaky breath. "because of me."

"no, princesa." he shook his head. "i killed for you. there is a difference."

"what difference?" you asked angrily. "it's all the same. for me, because of me. it's my fault they died."

"no, it's their fault for messing with what's mine." miles corrected. "i was just protecting you, princesa. if i had let them live they could have attacked you again or another person."

you thought about this, he was right. "they could've attacked another person." you repeated and nodded. "you're right."

"of course, i'm right." miles smirked, knowing that he was breaking through. "i always make sure you're okay, even checking in on the guys you set up your little dates with."

"what?" you asked confused.

"well, some of them weren't nice to my princesa so i had to take care of that. and others didn't deserve a date with you." he shrugged.

"but you only did that to protect me, right?"

"of course, mi angelito." he nodded.

"everything that you have done was for that too?"

"yes," miles nodded, encouraging your thoughts of you needing him. "so will you take me back?"

"yeah," you nodded, wiping your tear stained cheeks with a smile.

"good," miles nodded and grabbed your chin with the same hand he used to kill, pulling you in to leave a peck on your lips. "you are never going to leave me again, understand?"

you nodded.

"i asked if you understand?" he said more forcefully.

"yes, bonito." you answered verbally this time.

miles smirked. "good."

he pulled you back in for a real kiss this time, his mouth coming in contact with yours into a blissful kiss. his tongue pushed its way inside your mouth, fighting yours and winning, exploring every inch of the place he missed so much.

"don't ever think about going out with other men again." miles said between kisses. "los mataré, entiendes?"

"yes." you nodded and pulled him back in to kiss him.

you just missed him so much. why were you so stupid to leave him in the first place? all he wanted was to protect you.

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ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ reblogs are really appreciated!

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meanbossart · 4 months

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Alright, I am like 90% sure there is ONE line in A Novel Experience touching on Gale GTFOing rapidly, so I don't think there are answers in there for me. So I come to you and ask-WTF went on between Gale and Drow???

Alright, so

There are two versions to what happened to Gale in my first campaign (the OG DU drow campaign that this whole universe is based around), lets begin with the technical version. As I've only somewhat recently come to understand, my Gale was bugged. I had 1 interaction early in the game that slightly veered into romance which didn't go anywhere, and first chance I had I clarified that I was not interested in him that way (the whole reason why It happened in the first place was because i misunderstood his dialogue). Despite this, and despite me turning him down in every romantic interaction following, I kept getting them and my interactions with him were as if we were romantically involved. I even got one exchange (the one about muscles glistening and cheeks flushed) twice, and rejected him both times.

So, later in the game once DU drow and Astarion sucessfully 5d chess-ed their way into falling In love, I was surprised to still be informed i had to "break things off" with Gale if I wanted to get with him. Which I did. And he gave me a whole spiel about it.

Now it's crucial you understand this was early in the game's release, I went into it completely blind and I had never played a game like Baldur's Gate before, so I was not familiar with the mechanics at all, which... Kind of led me to believe Gale was just like that normally.

From that point on I was highly amused, but for roleplaying purposes I decided my drow would have been highly annoyed and a little creeped out. And so I proceeded to be extremely rude to the guy at every chance I got. This eventually resulted In him pursuing the crown of Karsus despite me (rudely) telling him that was a very dumb idea.

The second version of what happened, as I already touched on above a little bit, Is the Narrative one. As I mentioned I had no clue what was and wasn't supposed to happen, so I just... Went along with it within the role-play.

So our beloved DU drow gets worms. He goes on a grand adventure with this weird possy of people to find a cure. When the tiefling party comes everybody except Astarion wants to get into his pants (because I left him on the beach for like a week and then proceeded to be The Rudest to him, sorry babe, I didn't see your pale ass and the asshole dialogue options were Really funny).

Someone else who Didn't seem to wanna fuck him was the wizard. He said he just wanted to show him a magic trick and he (and, I'll admit, me) really thought that was just that. The scene unfolds, Gale tries to teach DU Drow to cast a spell but his 9 intelligence says No. The unsolicited date ends abruptly because Gale is upset that a champion fighter without a single cantrip makes for a shitty wizard. DU Drow thinks thats the end of that - It's Not.

Then what proceeds to happen is a long, annoying, somewhat unsettling dynamic where Gale continually tries to pursue him throughout the game, coming to the point where the guy I'm Actually interested in thinks we are together - and when DU drow tells him verbatim that he had no idea they were even a thing in Gale's mind, he has to hear him whine about it. Add to that the fact that all Gale talks about is his ex-girlfriend, DU drow is (kind of justifiably) led to believe he must be a Profound weirdo to whom he cannot ever say even a Neutral word to again lest he becomes any more infatuated with him - 0r whatever the hell is going on.

Whether it be DU drow's own inflated ego or the actual truth, when Gale begins to pursue the crown he also assumes he's just doing it to spite him - so he isn't the kindest to him about that either.

And within this narrative that I concocted around a simple bug that didn't let me end a romance, I cannot imagine Anyone getting on particularly well with Gale within my main party. Drow thinks he's madly in love with him, Shadowheart is probably a little confused but she trusts DU Drow's word on the matter more than the Wizard's, Astarion thinks... What Astarion thinks.

So, no, they didn't part on the best of terms.

Before anyone gets mad, I assure you - I've completed the game again since then, I realize this is Not the intended Gale experience. He's a hysterical and deeply interesting character and only Slightly clingy and weird.

But, you gotta admit, this is way funnier.

#ask #DU drow #i'm sorry for always weaving such a tale out of these kinds of questions #i like to have fun #bg3 spoilers

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veryberryjelly · 10 months

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oolong tea : cornelia street for remus ^_^ thank youu

🫖 - oolong tea for remus lupin & cornelia street

i think this song gives very rockstar!remus vibes so that's what i've gone for <3

" And baby, I get mystified by how this city screams your name. And baby, I'm so terrified of if you ever walk away, I'd never walk Cornelia Street again "

going on tour with remus was always fun.

you got to go to all his gigs, see your boyfriend do what he loved, and in the midst of that you had gained quite a following yourself of marauders fans who recognised you.

unfortunately, that wasn't always positive.

before the boys went on you had decided to go out the front for a cigarette, hoping all the fans would already be inside, but a group of girls found you standing by the side of the building and decided to come up to you.

" you're remus' girlfriend, right? "

" yeah, i am " you replied, blowing the smoke from your mouth and in the opposite direction of the girl talking to you.

" you're a lot prettier in the papers.."

that comment absolutely stunned you. that was probably the rudest someone had been so far.

before you could respond she was called back by her friends and you headed back through the stage door.

the show was incredible as usual, but as you stood in the sidelines you were unable to get that girls words out of your head.

he had all these people screaming his name in cities across the world and he was with you.

it had always been a question in the back of your mind.

you had gotten together with remus when he was already in the band and you had always questioned why he chose you instead of one of the beautiful women who he saw every day.

remus found you laying in his bunk on the bus after the show, his instinct to be concerned when he couldn't find you hanging in the wings after the show like usual.

when you spotted his head pop up over the mattress you put a small smile onto your lips.

" hey love, couldnt find you after the show... got me a little worried "

when all he got in response was a very quiet 'sorry', he wasted no time in climbing his lanky figure onto the cramped top bunk that the both of you slept in every night.

" what's wrong sweetheart ?" he questioned, his hand sliding up to brush your hair from your face and behind your shoulder.

" why are you with me, remmy ?"

he was certain he had misheard you.

" what ? " he questioned just to make sure he had heard you right.

" why are you with me remmy? you could have literally any girl you want, you have thousands of people screaming your name every week...and i love going to your gigs and watching you out there but it just reminds me that you could have anyone and yet you're stuck with me...and i'm so terrified that if you ever walk away from us that i won't recover from it"

there was a brief silence between the two of you before remus spoke up again.

" y/n, sweetheart. i love you. i dont want any of those people. i want you. because you're perfect. you knew me before i was doing all this and you love me for me, not for my music and the band. darling you loved me when i was sleeping on james' sofa because i didnt have enough money for a place...i am not going to leave you. even if you decide to kill james and sirius i'll assume you have a good reason."

you let out a soft laugh and remus pressed a short kiss onto your forehead.

even if he was still sweaty from his show, he wrapped his arms around you and fell asleep.

when sirius and james returned from the venue and spotted the two of you they quietened down a little and pulled over the curtain for remus' bunk

#🥐 - jelly cafe event #·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧 #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin #remus lupin smut #remus lupin x you #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin fanart #sirius black #james potter #the marauders

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jungle-angel · 4 months

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The One With The Holy Hand Grenade Of Antioch (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: Something happens at a Friday night rager but Rhett and his frat brothers decide they're not gonna get mad.....they're gonna get even

Warnings: Sexual harassment, grabbing of a boob, frat boy revenge etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @attapullman

The Delta Tau Epsilon house was alive with the booming of music, the hollers and shouts of the drunken college students filling every corner of the house and the shenanigans that had followed them there.

The basement was no less than noisy with everybody packed shoulder to shoulder, dancing to the 70s, 80s, 90s and Early 2000s throwback music that boomed from the speakers. Beer and drinks spilled from red solo cups and onto unsuspecting freshman while a few sang along noisily to Sly And The Family Stone's "Thank You" and showing off their best disco moves.

You were behind the bar in the basement helping Cairo make everyone's drinks and enjoying the shenanigans yourself.

"I swear to Jesus, if Kyle ends up emptying the whole keg I'm gonna have to cut him off," Cairo remarked.

"Cai c'mon they're a bunch of drunken frat boys, what else are they gonna do?" you laughed.

"Oh I'll tell ya'll what I'm gonna do," he answered, laughing a little and snapping his fingers. "Imma come up into his room with a garbage can lid and give him the rudest awakening of his life!"

You laughed as you cracked open a Long Drink and filled a red solo cup with it, handing it off to one of the football players.

"Need a refill!" Foster teased, slamming his cup onto the bar.

"Sorry Babes, bar's closed!" Cairo joked.

"It's not even midnight!"

The two of them bickered back and forth as more barflies began to make their way over. You laughed when you had to spray one of the Iota Nu boys with the keg nozzle to shoo him away, the others around you laughing in return.

"Hey pretty thing,"

You turned around thinking it was Rhett but no. To your horror it was Smithfield Green, the leader of the notorious Alpha Beta fraternity. You felt your heart jump into your chest and your throat going dry when you saw him.

"Sorry Smitty, bar's closed," you told him.

"Not by the looks of it around here," he sniffed. "Don't suppose you wanna get outta here and I could show you a really good time?"

"No thanks, I'm all set."

"Oh c'mon you know you wanna....."

You yelped a little when he tried to grab your boob which quickly caught Cairo's attention. "Hey!" he shouted. "The fuck do you think you are?"

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Smitty retorted.

"I fuckin asked you first."

"Think you're so tough there huh?" Smitty questioned. "You sound like a fuckin girl."

"I might sound like a girl but I could easily have you on the ground and your balls dangling from the bumper of my car," Cairo hissed.

"Oh I'm sure you'd like that wouldn't you?"

"Eat me pervert," Cairo sneered. "And if I ever catch you trying to touch (y/n) ever again, that just might happen."

Smitty laughed and sauntered away with Cairo flipping him off behind his back. "You ok hon?" he asked.

You nodded, still a little shaken by what had happened. "I think I need to go get some air for a minute," you told him.

"Go get some air, I'll finish up here," Cairo assured you, giving you a hug.

He waited until you disappeared before waving and snapping his fingers, motioning for Foster to come over to the bar.

"Yo what's up?" Foster asked him.

"Smitty tried to pull a fast one on the First Lady," Cairo answered.

"Are you fuckin serious?!" Foster exclaimed.

"No, I'm not......chain call, now!"

Foster nodded, slapping his palm on the bar before heading up the basement stairs to find someone to start the chain call. He quickly wrote down what had happened on a sticky note so that word wouldn't change going up, finding Bo and Kyle in the little room off the basement bar room, engaging in a rather intense game of Cards Against Humanity with a few other freshmen.

"Yo we've got a Code Red boys," Foster told them.

"Sup?" Bo asked.

Foster showed him the note and the two were off to find the next person. The message traveled to Ravi Sharma who then handed it off to two of the new pledges and then to Sammy Inoue. Up and up and up the chain it went until Rowdy Collins, the football team's new kicker, raced up the stairs to hand it off to Kayce.

"Kayce!" he announced, pounding on the door.

Kayce opened the door, zipping up his jeans. "Bro what the fuck?"

"We've got a Code Red, go get Rhett."

"What's the Code Red?"

Rowdy showed him the neon green sticky note that had been passed around. Kayce's eyes went wide, his jaw slack with shock. "You fuckin serious?"

"She's outside in the backyard," Rowdy explained.

Kayce hurried off to Rhett's room down the hall and pounded on the door. "Bro you're never gonna believe this," Kayce told him when he opened the door.

"What? Did somebody get beer up their nose again?" Rhett asked him.

"No it's (y/n)," Kayce answered, showing him the note.

Rhett read the message, his eyes going wide. "Where is she?"

"Out back."

Rhett hurried his way through the chaos of the rager with Kayce close behind him. The night air was still just a little bit chilly as he sat down beside you, pulling you close and kissing the side of your head.

"You ok?" he asked.

"I'm fine," you told him. "Just a little shaken that's all."

Rhett kissed the side of your head again, holding you as he kept his lips pressed to that spot. "It'll be ok darlin," he assured you. "Ain't nobody ever gonna do that ever again."

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The clang of the old ship's bell in the kitchen roused everyone in the house from their sleep, the house's residents clambering down the stairs, some still in their shorts, others in their mismatched pjs or a few still in their clothes from the night before. All of them lined right up and stood straight at attention as Rhett strode silently up and down the line.

"Alright boys," he announced. "Last night, it seems there was a little incident regarding the First Lady. Anybody recall what happened?"

Foster was the first to raise his hand. "First Lady was groped by Smitty Green at 10:02 pm in the Delta Tau basement, no injuries or marks but the boob in question was indeed grabbed by said parasite......SIR!"

"And do we let slimy little Alpha Betas like that grope our other halves?" Rhett questioned.

"FUCK NO!!!!" the Deltas thundered.

"Men," he continued, pacing up and down the line. "When ya'll were pledges, ya'll took an oath to protect your lady or your other half with your life. I know every single one o' ya'll would never do that to a lady or to anybody else. But those slimy little tapeworms think they can just crawl on in here and take whatever they want. So what are we gonna do about it boys?!"

"GIVE 'EM HELL!!!!"

"That's what I wanna hear!" Rhett bellowed. "Now lets go get'em!"

The Deltas let out their loudest war yells in response, shaking the house down to the studs as they charged off.

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The street was completely silent outside the Alpha Beta house with not a soul around, save for a sun tanner on the rooftop balcony.

Each of the boys in the Delta Tau fraternity marched across the street to the Alpha Beta house, the hoods on their sweatshirts pulled over their heads and an empty plastic binder in their hands. Their voices had become one as they chanted like monks walking towards holy ground.....or in this case, unholy ground.

“Pie Iesu Domine, dona eis requiem,” they chanted, hitting their foreheads with the binders.

They repeated the little ritual with Rhett and Kayce leading them in the front, the two of them biting their lips as they tried not to laugh. As soon as they had reached the front of the Alpha Beta house, they faced their brothers who had halted on the other side of the street.

"KNEEL MY BROTHERS!!!" Rhett commanded.

All of them knelt and bowed their heads to the ground. Rhett and Kayce removed their hoods first before the others followed suit.

"Brother Kayce," Rhett announced.

"Yes?"

"Bring forth the holy book of the Delta Taus."

Kayce pulled out the book that had been written by all the other Deltas who had come before them. "A reading from the book of Armaments, chapter two, verses nine through twenty-one," Kayce announced, reading as loudly as he could. ""And Saint Attila raised the hand grenade up on high, saying, 'O Lord, bless this thy hand grenade, that with it thou mayst blow thine enemies to tiny bits, in thy mercy.' And the Lord did grin. And the people did feast upon the lambs, and sloths, and carp, and anchovies, and orangutans, and breakfast cereals, and fruit bats, and large chulapas..."

"THE SHORTENED VERSION DIPSHIT!!!!" Rhett commanded.

"Right, right, gotcha," Kayce snickered. "And the Lord spake, saying, ''First shalt thou take out the Holy Pin. Then shalt thou count to three, no more, no less. Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, neither count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out. Once the number three, being the third number, be reached, then lobbest thou thy Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch towards thy foe, who, being naughty in My sight, shall snuff it.'"

The brothers all arose and pulled out the huge water balloons from the bags at their sides.

"Gentlemen!" Rhett ordered. "Ready your weapons!"

The Deltas made ready.

"Step to the edge!"

They stepped to the edge of the sidewalk.

"FIRE AT WILL!!!" Rhett ordered.

With a swing of their arms, the Deltas lobbed the entire house with the huge water balloons, startling the Alpha Betas who had come outside to see the commotion, only to be soaked with the freezing cold water, including Smitty himself.

"Whatcha think darlin?" Rhett asked.

You pulled your hood from your eyes and placed a kiss on Rhett's lips. "Best revenge plan ever," you chuckled.

Rhett helped you load a rather large water balloon into the slingshot the boys only really ever used at pool parties, sending it flying right onto Smitty who quickly ran back into the house. So far, this had been yours and Rhett's best plan ever.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #frat!rhett #frat!rhett abbott #outer range

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veryace-ficrecs · 2 months

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Jim Kirk Tarsus IV Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

Starfleet Academy for Gifted Youngsters by Ael - Not Rated

Starfleet Academy, home to carriers and mutants alike. Three years before Nero's attack on Vulcan, Jim Kirk and Leonard McCoy begin to forge what will one day be a legendary friendship. A series of snapshots of how it all began.

More than Innocence by CasualBanshee - Rated T

Throwaway one-shot. Jim Kirk survived Tarsus with more than just mental scars and how that could change the events in the second reboot film.

sound as stone by starknjarvis - Rated T

The three people who figured out that Jim was on Tarsus IV.

A Star To Light The Way (In which Jim never thought he’d live past 22, anyway) by AlyssiaInWonderland - Not Rated

A fic based around the following prompt excerpt on Tumblr: “So, captain,” she began, eyeing him mischievously. “Where would you be if you hadn’t joined up?” Jim shrugged nonchalantly, pursing his lips for a moment in thought. “Dead probably,” he finally replied, lightly but absolutely serious– oblivious to the shocked expressions of his crew around him. “Or halfway to it in a bar in Iowa somewhere.” Or, Nyota's journey from first meeting Kirk, to loving Jim, through three, increasingly angsty, incidents spanning Academy Era to post 2009 film.

Predetermined by BonesOfBirdWings - Rated T

James T. Kirk always goes to Tarsus IV - because George Kirk can die, Vulcan can be destroyed, and Jim can be resurrected, but Tarsus IV is immutable. OR - An exploration of the fanon fact that Jim always experiences the massacre on Tarsus IV, no matter the universe.

i think i'll keep you (like a secret) by hoosierbitch - Rated T

Bones came to Starfleet with a hell of a lot of baggage. Jim came empty handed.

Over Exposure by SadieYuki - Rated T

Jim would much rather deal with an army of assassins wielding pine nuts over having to weather the storm caused by this single video.

Five times Jim talked about Tarsus and one time Nyota heard him by jenny_wren - Rated M

Jim is not exactly over Tarsus but he's over it enough to be casual about it, so times when Jim nonchalantly horrified someone by being casual about Tarsus

Theory and Practice by Writer_at_the_Table - Rated T

He's sitting stiffly, back straight and face utterly blank. There is no laughter twinkling in his eyes. She feels wary at the sight of him, this cadet who only superficially resembles the one she thought she knew. Starfleet Academy professor Anita Cornerstone calls Cadet Jim Kirk to her office to discuss his response on an essay assignment. The conversation they have is not the one she was expecting.

The prison of your mind by EternalSheWolf - Rated T

The kid takes him to the ground, hard and fast, and the knife punches right through his throat. The man gurgles and blood sprays, and the kid’s head snaps up, blond hair flying everywhere, as he gives the blade a final, savage, twist and pulls it free. He’d know those eyes anywhere. It’s Jim Kirk.

Recognition by jademac2442 - Rated T

Based on the TOS episode Conscience of the King. Post Tarsus IV. Riley is assigned aboard the Enterprise. He recognizes Kirk.

Once More unto the Breach by AnEscapeFromReality - Rated T

James Kirk was the rudest student Professor Heleine ever taught. He stomped out of the middle of the professor's lecture like he wasn't a mere cadet. Well, the professor was done putting up with him. If he couldn't sit through an expert lecture, then he should give the lecture about Tarsus. That would teach him some respect.

Linguistic Ambiguities in Vulcan Ethical Codes by elumish - Rated T

The thing people always forget is that it was a Vulcan ship that reached Tarsus IV first.

A trail of crushed laurels by Kandelaar - Rated T

Jimmy Kirk isn’t an old soul stuck in a young body, his teachers whisper, he’s sharp, jagged edges and a too-bright mind wrapped in skin and bones all glued together with his stepdaddy’s fists.

#veryace recs #star trek #star trek fic rec #jim kirk #tarsus iv #leonard mccoy #spock #nyota uhura #the crew of the uss enterprise #uss enterprise #angst #ao3 fic recs #fanfic recs #ao3

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ilovewriting06 · 1 month

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Mischief and Angel- Part 6

A/N- I hope you remember Mrs. Mitchel (she's the one that spreads the rumors, Beacon Hills' very own Karen) because she's making a comeback in this part, and I have never hated writing a character so much in my life. I hope you like it!

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I narrow my eyes at the woman standing in front of me in the local Target, "Hello, Mrs. Mitchel."

She raises an eyebrow before smiling like she didn't accuse me of keeping Stiles from his child and that I was a prostitute that had an Only Fans.

"Hello, Y/n"

I scowl before humming, "I've been meaning to talk to you."

She nods and goes to speak but I cut her off, "What the hell made you think it was okay to make up lies about Stiles and I? I'll have you know that I'm not pregnant and I also don't have an Only Fans. Stiles and I have been together since we were 14 and got engaged because we love each other, not because I blackmailed him. Your gossiping has to stop! Ms. Richards still gets asked if she's still married to some random dude in Bora Bora. She literally went there for a week for vacation, with her best friend and now she can't escape the rumors."

I take a second to catch my breath before I'm going off again, "You're a lonely old woman that takes pleasure in making up lies about others and it's appalling. I have enough going on and I don't need your lies making it any worse. I'm planning a wedding, I'm looking at houses, I'm trying to finish high school with good grades, not to mention all the other stuff going on in my life that you don't even know about. I'm just warning you that if you make another story up about my life, or Stiles' life, or anyone's life for that matter, you're going to end up with no one. You screw people over one too many times and before you know it you won't have anyone, and there will be no one to blame except you."

Mrs. Mitchel stares at me with wide eyes as a small group of people that had gathered during my rant nod in agreement with what I said. She clears her throat, "Well then, no need to be rude. It's very unbecoming for a young lady. How you're engaged I'll never know. He must have brain damage."

My jaw drops as I watch her with wide eyes, "He has brain-what?! I'll have you know that he maintains a 4.0 GPA, currently stands as the valedictorian, and I'm damn proud of him too. I get that you're lonely and miserable and have no friends but that doesn't give you a right to be so rude to others. Maybe if you stopped being a bitch you'd be able to make some friends!"

Mrs. Mitchel's face turns red as the group of people grows and they all murmur agreements at what I said. I go to say something else when Stiles appears around the corner holding up a fluffy blanket, "I know you said we didn't need anymore blankets but this thing feels like a cloud. Can we plea-..." He stops mid sentence when he looks up to see the group of people and an angry Mrs. Mitchel. He looks at me before sighing, "Lord, what did you do?"

I scoff, "Me?! I didn't do anything she's the one that started all those stupid rumors! I was just telling her how it was."

Stiles lets out a deep breath before throwing the blanket in the cart, "Well, carry on, just don't touch her. She'd try and charge you with assault."

Mrs. Mitchel takes that as her queue to start talking, and dear God does she use her words to hurt, "You are the nastiest, rudest, most crass young lady I have ever met. I hope your marriage fails and he runs off with someone who is far better than you. It shouldn't be hard he can probably go to the nearest pet store and pick up a rat."

I go to take a step towards her but an arm grabs me by the waist and pulls me back so I can't touch her, but it doesn't stop me from trying, "That's it! Stiles, let me go!"

Stiles shakes his head and I know he won't let me go so I turn my deadly glare up to 1000 and aim it at Mrs. Mitchel, "You say I'm crass and rude but you are the literal definition of both of those words!"

She scoffs and her hand tightens on the handle of her cart, "You're very overdramatic and you have no care or sympathy for others."

My mouth drops as my eyes widen but I don't get a chance to speak because she cuts in again with the sharpest, most painful words she could possibly say, "God, I hope you never have any kids, you'd probably manage to kill them within a month because of your lack of care!"

At those words it feels like a knife just stabbed into my heart and was then twisted. I deflate in Stiles' hold remembering how I lost our baby at approximately one month. I fight back tears and the look of triumph on Mrs. Mitchel's face makes me feel like I'm going to be sick.

I swallow around the lump in my throat as Stiles spins me around and pulls me into his chest trying to cradle me from the harsh words and wishes of an angry and cruel woman. Stiles holds me tight as he looks at Mrs. Mitchel, "You are one evil woman. You have no idea how personal that was you angry old witch! Why can't you just let people be happy? You know I could have you arrested for a public disturbance."

"Don't worry Stiles, that's exactly what's going to happen."

I glance over to see the crowd of people parting like the red sea before Parrish appears. He glares at Mrs. Mitchel before walking forward and slapping on the cuffs, "Gladys Mitchel, you are under arrest for disturbing the peace in a public setting. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."

As Mrs. Mitchel pales Parrish shakes his head, "For a sixty year old woman you sure are a jerk."

After Parrish and Mrs. Mitchel leave, the group scatters for the most part except a couple stragglers who send us looks of sympathy. One little old woman, no younger than 70 steps forward with a small frown, "Don't listen to old Gladys, she's wrong. You will make a fantastic mother."

She pats my back before hobbling away with her cane and I can't help but smile a little bit.

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I curl up around Stiles in our bed as he turns on a random movie before pulling me even closer, "I am so sorry, Angel. I know how much that hurt but Angel, it wasn't your fault."

I know he's telling me the miscarriage wasn't my fault and it causes me to melt into him because I know he's right. I did everything right when I found out I was pregnant but it doesn't stop the pain and what ifs.

Stiles must know what I'm thinking because he rubs my back and whispers, "It wasn't your fault. It wasn't anybody's fault."

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The next day at school the pack surrounds us like it's their duty to protect us and the other students keep praising us like we stopped a demon from hell from burning the town down. True story, it was just last week that, that had happened.

At first it was comforting to have at least one member of the pack around me but now it's starting to get claustrophobic. I sigh as Scott slides in the chair beside me and officially squishes me between him and Isaac. I groan and glare down at my notebook before wiggling, "Okay, that's it."

Both boys look at me and I frown, "Look, I love you guys and I love that you're trying to make me feel better but I'm okay now. Yeah I know what she said was harsh but I'm over it. Does it still hurt? Yes, but I also know that she's wrong and was just saying something in the heat of the moment. I love you guys but I need some breathing room."

Isaac nods and scooches over slightly so he's not pressed right against me but Scott cocks his head to the side like the puppy he is and says, "But you're still sad. I can smell it."

I snort, "I miss Stiles, I haven't seen him in like two hours and Lily is pacing right now and acting like a mopey puppy."

His eyebrows furrow, "Lily?"

I muffle a laugh at the look on his face before answering him, "That's what Stiles and I decided to name the wolf. You guys say that I smell like lilies so we started calling her Lily."

Scott nods and finally moves so he isn't touching me, "Well, you only have like one more period before school is over and you can go find Stiles."

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I dart down the hall to Stiles' locker to see him putting his books away. I smile as Lily's tail starts wagging and she rolls over as the smell of our mate fills our senses. I blink back into the moment and the next thing I know I'm wrapped around Stiles.

"Woah! Someone's feeling cuddly."

I whine into his neck, "Missed you."

He presses a kiss to my temple and rubs my back, "I missed you too, Angel."

I nuzzle his neck before pulling back and pulling him into a kiss. He groans into the kiss and pulls me closer by the hips which causes me to wrap my arms around his neck. We get lost in the kiss before pulling apart as someone groans, "Really?! You couldn't wait until you got home?"

I turn to see a grumpy Scott who's holding Kira's hand. Kira elbows him with a soft smile, "Be nice, they haven't seen each other in a couple hours and we already know how hard that is for both of them."

I smile at Kira as Stiles turns back to his locker and Scott huffs, "Yeah, fine."

Kira shakes her head slightly before she looks at me, "Hey! How are you doing now?"

I shrug, "Meh, it doesn't really bother me anymore I've just been planning a wedding in my head, looking up houses for sale in the area, and figuring out where the hell Amelia and her pack are going to be staying, so I'm full of excited nervousness."

Kira doesn't get a chance to answer because Lydia, Allison, and Erica join our little group and Lydia raises an eyebrow, "Have you decided what you want for your bachelorette party yet? As maid of honor I need to know these things. Plus we need to decide when to get a dress fitting and what styles you want. Not to mention we need to find a venue and color scheme."

Stiles slams his locker shut before spinning around with a raised eyebrow, "Y/n/n, already decided on a few of those things."

I nod and shrug, "Yeah, Stiles and I found a venue we like and I decided on the colors a few weeks ago too."

Lydia smiles and loops her arm with mine, "Great! We need to hang out and plan the rest of the wedding."

I open my mouth before closing it again and looking at Stiles. He smiles and shakes his head, "Already told you Angel, you can do whatever you want. You don't need to have me there and I personally don't feel like sitting there and listen to you guys talk about dress styles and fabric choices."

I frown as Lydia nods with a bright smile, "Good, fantastic, what do you say we get together tonight and work on it."

I whine slightly at that which causes Lydia to look at me in concern, "What's wrong?"

I look at Stiles with sad eyes and Lydia hums, "Okay, got it. You need some Stiles time."

I nod and Lydia shrugs, "What about this weekend? We can do a sleepover on Friday and plan on Saturday, maybe a little on Friday night too."

Stiles is surprisingly the one to answer, "I think it's a good idea. We need to get used to being apart for long periods of time and the boys and I can have a boys night or something."

I sigh knowing he's right before nodding, "Yeah, he's right but no promises I won't be a buzzkill for a little while."

Lydia scoffs, "Please, Erica will be there and from what I hear she has some updates about her and Boyd. You'll be too occupied to be a buzzkill."

My eyes widen and I look up to see a blushing Erica who refuses to make eye contact. I look at Stiles and see that he's thinking the same thing as me, about fucking time.

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A/N- If everything goes to plan there is two (possibly three) parts before things get angsty and sad. I'll give a warning at the beginning of the sad one!

Tag List: @ah-blossom

#stiles stilinski #teen wolf #dylan o’brien #scott mccall #stiles stilinksi x reader #dylan o’brien x reader #stiles x reader #allison argent #lydia martin #erica reyes #isaac lahey #vernon boyd #kira yukimura #mischief and angel

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assistant-of-drama · 1 month

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Assistant Noah's World Tour!

After New York...

Noah chuckled as he sat down. "Okay, color me impressed... I actually liked your plan this time. What you did with Sierra was brilliant. It's nice to know that you can manipulate woman WITHOUT flirting with them. As a bonus, you made her humiliate my boss."

"Does this mean I've finally earned your respect?" Alejandro asks with a wink, wrapping an arm around Noah.

Surprisingly, Noah doesn't push it away.

Noah leans in close with half-lidded dreamy eyes and whispers. "You wish."

Alejandro blinks in shock and lets out a laugh.

Surprisingly, this laugh wasn't fake at all.

Noah was probably the rudest person Alejandro ever met in his life and yet he felt strangely pleased being with him, even when he felt annoyed.

The assistant was clever, the charmer will give him that much.

But Alejandro could see a flicker of fondness in those rich, chocolate eyes.

Not even someone as stubborn and sarcastic as Noah can resist him forever.

"So brilliant, yet so cold... I should've known that it wouldn't be that easy." Alejandro sighed, after he was done laughing.

Noah placed his hands behind his end. "Like how you should've noticed that Heather replaced your baby carriage?"

Ah, there was that strange yet familiar mixture of annoyance and happiness swirling inside the Spainard's heart again.

"I guess that's what I get for underestimating her." Alejandro hummed, rubbing his hand through his own hair.

Noah closes his eyes and keeps smiling. "I know better than anyone, that you shouldn't mess with a woman that's already angry... She might've not done anything, if you didn't decide to gloat your victory through flirting in the middle of the challenge."

"Si, I'll try to remember that for next time."

"You probably won't. Flirting seems to be a habit of yours."

"And I'm proud of it.~"

#assistant noah's world tour #assistant noah #total drama #total drama world tour #td noah #alejandro burromuerto #alenoah

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gazpachoandbooks · 2 years

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Thinking about how the Stark kids are the sweetest with animals like there's the direwolves of course but then there's also Bran's horse and Arya's street cats and she feels bad about washing her clothes and killing the fleas living in them and Rickon is obviously coming back home with a unicorn in tow etc

And then there's. Jeor Mormont's raven.

Because let's be honest you have to be the rudest animal to ever breath the air to have Jon "I'll Feed A Whole Chicken To My Baby Wolf Under The Table What Are You Going To Do About It" Snow HATE you within an inch of his being

And it's so so so funny because I just know the raven isn't going anywhere anytime soon he's going to perch on our undead bastard's shoulder for as long as he very well pleases. He came here to stir shit up commit election fraud call Jon "King" demand corn and be a general asshole and so far he's having a fantastic time

#he's such a piece of shit i love him #jon snow #starklings #house stark #asoiaf #bros of the night's watch

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genshingorlsrevengeance · 1 year

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(Genshin Impact/ToCS) Shenhe, Beidou, Kokomi, Sara, Sharon, and Duvalie's S/O who speaks in opposites

No one requested this but I'M BRINGING IT BACK FOR PART 3 BAYBEEEEEE

And for anyone who doesn't get this, reader speaks like this when they mean something very nice:

Shenhe thinks her S/O was trying to pick a fight the very first time they spoke.

But upon realizing how panicked they were saying how hideous she looked, Shenhe thought something was up.

After giving them a bit more time to speak, she realizes that they're speaking in opposites.

Which is even more confusing to her.

Was this normal? She had been gone from human civilization for a while.

In some strange way, it helps her understand conversations a bit more speaking with S/O, because she has to pay attention to their facial expressions, not their words.

(Shenhe) "Is everything alright?"

(S/O) "Everything's going just great!"

(Shenhe) "Ah...A bad day, then. If you need to talk about it, I am here."

She will not question the way it helps, only that it helps her, and she's able to help her S/O in return.

Beidou's about ready to glass her S/O when S/O first spoke to her.

Being drunk did not make the translations any easier.

She squints her eye as she reads their facial expressions as they're casually saying the rudest things to her.

(Beidou) "...You uh...drink too much there, bud?"

After getting to know them, she can't help but stick around when she can. She definitely tells Ningguang about the case of the opposite speaking man/woman.

At first she thinks it's some kind of curse before learning they speak in opposites for the most mundane reason.

They didn't have the heart to tell their sibling their birthday present was atrocious, and then it just got out of hand.

Beidou laughed at that fact for a solid five minutes.

But Beidou quickly grows accustomed to how they speak.

(Beidou) "Miss me while I was out on sea?'

(S/O) "Of course I didn't, I'm disappointed you didn't crash and drown out there!"

(Beidou) snrrk! "Ha! Love you too, babe."

When S/O approached her and the other shrine maidens and immediately spouted out insults in a calm manner, Kokomi blinks in confusion.

(Kokomi) "Er...what?"

When they repeat the insult, with a more panicked expression, she figures it out.

(Kokomi) "Oh dear...is this a curse?"

Kokomi is determined to get to the bottom of this and wants to help them out.

...Before realizing that they weren't cursed, they just have a weird mechanism for lying.

Kokomi doesn't particularly mind, though admittedly it does take some energy to translate what they mean sometimes.

And when they call her the ugliest woman they've ever seen, it adds a week's worth of energy to her.

...As strange as that sounds.

(Kokomi) "+100 energy for S/O calling me ugly...Wait a minute."

Sara is highly unamused by S/O's thanks by calling her a ruthless woman.

(Sara) "Watch your tongue! Do you know who you're speaking to?"

S/O got down on their knees to apologize as the insults sprung out more.

(Sara) "...What?"

She's extremely confused as their expression showed they were sorry and panicking, but the words coming out of their mouth indicated otherwise.

Weirdly enough, it was Itto who managed to translate for them, making her even more confused.

Despite the harsh words used on her, and applying the backwards logic to their speaking, they held a lot of affection for her.

Which she didn't know how to feel.

It's kind of hard to have a heart flutter getting called the meanest, most hideous woman of all of Inazuma.

(S/O) "I'll be sure to burn this necklace in a ritualistic fire, Sara!"

(Sara) "...G-Glad to hear it."

Sara and Itto spend some time together to get S/O to say what they mean, lest they say the wrong thing around the wrong people and get into jail.

(Sharon) "...Oh my."

Sharon figures it out right away that S/O is speaking in opposites.

Her sadistic side can't help but play around them, acting offended, though it's obvious she's joking.

Her tone of voice is enough to make them stiffen in fear before she lets out a small giggle.

(Sharon) "Worry not, I understand what you mean. Though, is there any particular reason you speak like that?"

Honestly, Sharon was expecting something a bit more dramatic than a lie spiraling out of control.

But she makes sure that secret never gets out to anyone, and doesn't hesitate to drop in to translate for them.

(S/O) "You look ugly today, Sharon."

(Sharon) "Ah, thank you, you look quite hideous yourself."

(S/O) "S-Sharon!"

(Sharon) "Hah! My apologies, I couldn't resist. Thank you, dear."

(Duvalie) "SAY THAT AGAIN, I DARE YOU!"

Duvalie is about to deck S/O for talking mad shit. And the fact they actually had the gall to repeat themselves!

...Why do they look so nervous?

(Duvalie) "WHAT, LOST-...Your...Nerve?"

She takes a step back and closely watches their body language as they let out even more insults, sweating pinballs.

(Duvalie) "Uh...Are you alright?"

She has no idea why they speak like that, but quickly grows used to it.

Once she realizes what they actually mean, she grows pretty indifferent about it. At least until she thinks about it.

(Duvalie) "...Did you just call me ugly?"

(S/O) "I did, you're absolutely revolting to look at, like a coward in rusty armor."

(Duvalie) "..."

Duvalie doesn't know if she should be blushing or punching them right now.

(Duvalie) "Grr...JUST SAY WHAT YOU MEAN, DAMN IT!"

(S/O) "That's a bit rich, coming from you."

Now her eye was twitching. Option B was looking a bit more appealing now.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact imagines #trails of cold steel imagines #trails of cold steel headcanons #trails of cold steel x reader #shenhe x reader #beidou x reader #kokomi x reader #kujou sara x reader #sharon kreuger x reader #duvalie x reader #shenhe genshin impact #beidou genshin impact #kokomi sangonomiya #kujou sara #sharon kreuger #duvalie

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infintiandbeyond · 1 year

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Marigolds don’t taste like honey || Bakugou x GN!Reader

Prompt: Reader catches hanahaki disease for Bakugou. Will he figure it out before it's too late?

This is my first real completed fanfiction work. Please be nice. I tried to make this gender neutral and non discriminate so everyone can enjoy. Constructive criticism is welcomed. No beta so if there are mistakes please let me know. Thank you and enjoy.

Warning: Angst, happy ending, mentions of blood, near death experiences, self-sacrificing behavior, oblivious boys, tears and cursing.

Word count : 5.5k

Read this on AO3 as well

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You and Katsuki had been friends for exactly 7 years, 11 months and 29 days.

You were on the verge of spending 8 years by the side of the rudest, self-centered, egotistical megalomaniac and could not think of any other way you would have rather spent your time. Because no matter how much Katsuki pushes your buttons, it's hard to hate the love of your life. And it’s moments like today that make you realize just how gone you are for your best friend.

You glanced around at the pieces of marigolds scattered around and the splotches of blood that stained your favorite Dynamight graphic tee as you gaze at the last few moments of the sunrise over the horizon. You reached your hand up and brushed against the trunk of the tree that had been here for years. Childish scratches had been carved into the trunk.

Katsuki + (Y/n)

Well…at least he won’t be alone. You looked at the brightening sky one last time and whispered your final goodbye as the heaviness in your body finally caught up with you, closing your eyes to the sound of firecrackers in the distance.

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A day ago…

“Mina, I really don't think this is a good idea.” You threw yourself onto the bed inside your apartment, suppressing the urge to hide inside the closet and never see the light of day again.

“(Y/n), think how romantic it would be for you to confess to Bakugou on the anniversary of the day you guys became friends. I can't think of a more adorable get together story.” you could hear Mina swooning over the phone at the thought of how picturesque that moment would be in theory. However, in reality, that is probably the furthest thing from the truth that could happen.

“You mean how suicidal it would be to confess to an emotionally constipated man that could kill me without a second thought,” you moaned in frustrastion. “We’ve been friends for forever and I would hate to ruin the years of trust built into that bond over a stupid crush.”

You got off the bed and started to head to the small kitchen down the hall for a glass of water. They could feel the start of a sore throat beginning, maybe karaoke night with Mina and Denki wasn’t the best idea in hindsight.

“But it isn’t stupid, you won’t ever know if those feelings are reciprocated if you never give it the chance.” Mina was a sweetheart, really, but when it came to matters of the heart, her approach tended to lean more towards the hopeless romantic side of things. You could tell she meant well and maybe she was right, Kats might feel the same way.

Or he could hate her for even suggesting such a thing. Honestly there is a 50/50 chance here.

“Maybe you’re right Mina, I'll go see if he wants to hangout after patrol next week and maybe I will have the courage to confess by then.” You continued to take some more sips of your water. Geez, I might have to grab some cough drops. The tickle in your throat seemed to get a little worse with the addition of the water. you feel the phone vibrate on your face, indicating an incoming message.

BoomBoomBoy:

Hey idiot, I left my lunch in my fridge so I have to order takeout. I’m getting some curry from the place on 50th, and I don’t want to hear your fucking complaining about how I ate it without you. Meet me in my office in an hour.

“Speaking of the devil, he just demanded I spend his lunch with him so I gotta head to the office now. Maybe I'll be able to ask him to -” You began to cough very hard, as if there was something stuck in the back of your throat. “Sorry Mina, I think I'm coming down with something, but I am going to start getting ready now.”

“No problem, I hope you feel better, and remember even if he says no, there's still a place for you in my heart.” you loved Mina, truly. They hung up the phone and left to get ready to eat lunch with Bakugou, not noticing the three flower petals lying precariously next to the glass of water.

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At the office…

You march your way into the building, past the receptionist and into the elevator that was specifically reserved for Midoriya and Katsuki. You pressed the button for the top floor. As the numbers on the screen begin the increase, signaling your ascent to his office, you couldn’t help but feel a heaviness weighing in your stomach. This is the kind of confession that could change the course of your life. You and Katsuki had been friends for so long and much of your lives were ingrained with each other’s presence. Movie and dinner nights when he was free from patrol, quick lunch outings when he couldn’t get away from the office, quiet brunches at the coffee shop when you were having trouble sleeping or when work got too stressful. He was a pillar in your life that you didn’t think you could afford to lose.

The elevator rang, notifying you that you had finally made it to your desitination. You walk briskly down the hall to your left, hoping to not lose your nerve. As you get closer to Katsuki’s office you can hear the gruff rumbles of his voice through the walls.

“Of course I don’t know what to fucking do Shitty Hair, i’ve never been great at this type of shit.” Bakugou sounded very frustrated with the topic of conversation. You start to slightly open the door, aiming to signal your entrance, just in case this was a sensitive topic. However, before you could peep your head around, the next words that tumbled from his math stopped you in your tracks.

“You know it’s not that fucking simple, dumbass. I can’t just tell them how I fucking feel. I think I might actually love them- No, I know I fucking love the shit out of them and I can’t do anything about it.” There was a slight pause where you assumed Kirishima was answering him. “FUCKING FINE!” He lowered his tone, “I’ll talk to them tonight about it and see, but if this shit doesn’t work and I lose her, you're gonna wish I had killed your ass.” His voice had sounded more serious than you had ever heard him before. Even more than when he had declared that he would stop at nothing to be Number One.

I felt something drop on your hand, and looked down. Water was dripping from your hand. You quickly touched your face…no that wasn't water. You had started to shed tears and didn’t realize it. You released the door like it was on fire and ran to the nearest restroom.

Katsuki is in love…

You grasp at the edges of the sink as you try to coach yourself to breathe. You glanced up at the mirror and grimaced at the puffiness of your face and the redness of your eyes. Grabbing some paper towels you start to wipe your face with some cold water to try and salvage your demeanor before you have to go back. As you finally get cleaned up and start fixing yourself to head back out the door, a sudden wave of dizziness starts to overtake you. You lean over the sink and begin to hack and cough as if something was lodged within the back of your throat. Little splatters of blood began to cover the white porcelain sink and you watched yourself in horror as little by little, bunches of yellow petals began to litter the rest of the sink. When you had finally finished with your coughing fit, you looked at the sick. In utter despair you fell to your knees at the sight of 3 rather large marigold flowers on top of the pile of petals.

Katsuki is in love… and it's going to fucking kill me.

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You finally were able to manage and get yourself together enough to exit the bathroom. Bless whoever has to clean up that mess. You shakily made your way to the frosted glass door labeled: DYNAMIGHT. You slowly knock on the door, interrupting Katsuki’s current conversation.

“I ALREADY TOLD YOU FUCKING EXTRAS THAT IM TAKING MY LUNCH AND TO LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!” his voice bellowed throughout the hallway, bouncing off the walls. You opened the door anyway and peeked your head in the door. Bakugou sat upright at his desk and hurriedly hung up the phone, not even bothering to tell Kirishima goodbye. You resist the urge to not feel offended as he laid his eyes on you. His features visibly softened as he recognized who had knocked on his door and graced you with a wide and vicious smirk.

“Hey shortcake, what took you so fucking long?” To an untrained eye, he looked as if he had been waiting for you to come this entire time. But you could tell, outside of walking in on his earlier discussion, the slight sheen on his forehead, the rhythmic tapping of his fingers on his desk and the shakiness behind his shit-eating smirk very much signaled that he was nervous about something and DID NOT want to talk about it. Your heart thumped loudly in your chest.

“Hey Firecracker, what are you up to?” You secretly hoped that he would clear up the fog of confusion in your brain. You’re his best friend, he told you everything. The day that he thought about leaving Endeavor’s agency and starting his own, he spent the night with you planning out everything to get started. The nightmares he had about the LOV, were comforted by you. You were there for everything, and as much as it would pain you, there’s no way you wouldn’t be there for this.

“Absolutely nothing, just dealing with some goddamn PR nightmare. Some dumb shit about my image not being too great.” Your heart dropped. He had lied to you. He lied to you. He LIED to you. Katsuki is in love with some women and didn’t even plan to tell me about it. Your shaky smile dropped fiercely, but you quickly recovered and attempted to give another smile but only managed a bleak grimace. Bakugo, mistaking that look as a response to his answer, gestured for you to come and sit at his desk with him. His usual client chair was replaced with a comfortable armchair in anticipation of your visit. He knew that the chair was unbearingly uncomfortable on purpose to make his clients uneasy in his presence but switches it out for something more comfortable when you visit him.

“Come sit the hell down shortstack.” He had also taken to calling you aggressively affectionate names after a small incident in which you yelled at him that calling you a ‘dumbass idiot’ all the time wasn’t the most friendly experience. Thus these ‘sweet’ insults were formed.

You walked your way over to his desk, why he had it at the absolute other end of the room still astounded you but you’re starting to believe everything about his office was an intimidation tactic. Usually it doesn't bother you but after the events that just occurred, it starts to nip at your nerves, leaving you a little unsteady. Once you had made it to your designated chair, you were shocked to see that in place of the mediocre curry that you were expecting from Mrs Lee’s cute little curry shop down the street, Katsuki had placed you very beautifully made bento boxes on his desk. The smell of his signature curry wafts up your nose and you look at him in confusion. He gave a slight smile in response.

“You really think I’d feed you shit that wasn’t the best, huh?” He raised his eyebrow in question. “You know know my food is the fucking best, and I don’t settle for anything less than perfection.” And while those words would usually send your heart soaring at the gesture that is so unapologetically Katsuki Bakugou, you couldn’t help but feel a faint pang in your heart at those words and you feel your throat start to close up just a bit. You gave a strained smile back at him. “Damn Kats, you didn’t have to do that. How am I supposed to hold up my end of this friendship if you’re always trying to one up me?”

“You’re not. I’m the fucking best.You can’t compete with me.” He looked at you proudly, as if he was pleased that he could do shit like this and leave you feeling swept off your feet. You sat down in your chair, feeling a little lighter than when you came in. You both began to quietly dig in, but you could still feel the nervous energy radiating off him in waves. You glanced up at him and noticed that he was already staring right at you.

You blinked at him, “Suki are you okay?” you gently grabbed the hand that was still tapping away at the edge of the desk. That was the name reserved for the softest of moments, when he knows you're genuinely concerned.

He blinked back, shaking his head and gave you back a shaky smirk. “Yeah, just going through a lot of shit at work, but we’re not here to talk about that bullshit. We’re here to enjoy a nice lunch by yours truly. So don’t worry your pretty little head, ya little ankle biter.” He ruffled the hair on top of your head. You swatted his hand away, and he gave a deep chuckle as you attempted to readjust your hair back to its original state. You spent a lot of time looking presentable… not that you’d be able to do what you planned to do anyways.

“I got a couple of things to do after work today but I’m coming over tonight.” Bakugou had a way of inserting himself in your life without asking but knew when he was welcomed. You were sad. Would he go confess his love tonight and tell you in the aftermath? Am I the asshole if I tell him to fuck off? You shook the thoughts away. “Okay, i’ll pick out some movies then.” You hate your life sometimes.

“Not any of that psychological thriller shit either, can’t get a good night's sleep after that.” He frowned at the thought.

“All Might’s new documentary is out.” You suggested, knowing that he couldn’t resist seeing his hero. His eyes lit up. “Now you’re talking, tiny.” You finished your lunch in companionable silence.

___________

Home…

Once you made it through your apartment door, you raced to the toilet. The next several hours were spent in a pattern of throwing up bloody golden petals and researching the hell out of what you hoped you weren’t experiencing. You stared at your phone.

WebMD

Hanahaki Disease (花吐き病) : a disease in which the patient coughs up flower petals when they suffer from a one-sided love. It can end when the object of thier affections returns thier affections (romantic love only; strong friendship is not enough), or when the victim dies. It may be cured through surgical removal, but with the infection goes all romantic feelings for thier beloved.

No.Fucking.Way.

What the hell does WebMD know? I need a medical professional, because I can’t possibly be going through the dumbest shit in history. You call up Recovery Girl, having gained a more personal relationship with her during your time in UA. She was able to make some room for you in her schedule.

When you made it to her office, she was already set up and waiting for you. You made your way over to the medical bed and began to explain what was going on as she checked your vitals. When you mentioned the pile of petals that began to appear seemingly overnight, she looked at you with a horror stricken appearance. It did not look comforting. She confirmed your self-diagnosis, it was Hanahaki and you were in the final stages.

“Oh dearie,” she paused with a heavy sigh, “I can have you scheduled for the surgery in three days. You’d have to avoid whoever it is until then, or risk furthering your condition even more, and considering you’re in the final stages already you’d be facing a fatal end.” She hung her head and placed a hand on your shoulder. “Everything will be oka-

“I don’t want the surgery.” You said it before thinking, but you were sure about your decision. Losing feelings for Katsuki, means losing everything they had built over the past almost eight years. They’ve been through so much together and you’d be damn to have to lose it all now. You looked at her in a false determination. “I’m going to talk to him. There’s gotta be something we can do. I refuse to take the easy way out here.”

She tried to stop you as you began to collect all your things and head to the door. “But dear, if you confess and he doesn’t return those affections then you could die.” She looked as if the room might collapse on her at any moment. She had grown fond of you in the past few years you’ve known each other and would hate to see you risk your life. You shook your head and walked out the door, missing the small tear that ran down Recovery Girl’s face.

“Young Mr. Bakugou better realize his feelings for them before it's too late.”

___________

As you pulled back into your apartment complex, the panic and reality of the situation had started to settle in your mind. You began to hyperventilate. How the hell are you going to save yourself and your friendship? Can I really hope for the best and confess? Even if I don’t, I still have to explain the gravity of the situation. Would it be delusional to hope that maybe Kat’s mystery girl was me? You started to feel a little hope in the pit of despair you call your heart.

You were greeted on your own front door steps by the man in question. Katsuki Bakugou stood firmly in front of your door with bags in his arms, irritation on his face and knuckles poised to knock fiercely again. “OPEN THE DAMN DOOR, (Y/N)! I KNOW YOU HEAR ME FUCKING CALLING YOU.”

You rushed to his side and grabbed his hand, nerves sparking at the touch. “Don’t burn my door down, you damn spitfire. I just went out real quick. Geez, you’re so impatient.” You open the door to let you both in, he makes his way straight to the kitchen. Placing his overnight bag by your door and the snacks he bought in the living room. Throwing his jacket on the coat rack, he made himself at home on your couch, scrolling to the All Might Documentary scheduled to come on.

“You know I hate waiting, it's not like I was worried about your ass or anything.” What you didn’t manage to catch was the small blush on his upper cheeks at his behavior as he faced away from you and fiddled with the TV remote.

Once you go and get comfortable, you make your way onto the couch right beside him. This was a common occurrence between the two of you. Days when you both were free from responsibilities and work, you’d cuddle up on the couch and binge whatever TV trash was on today while sipping on some handmade cocktail Katsuki had made for the two of you. They were always good and ALWAYS strong. It was a nice distraction from the woes of everyday life, which was particularly helpful on days like today.

Before you were even aware, you’d both fallen into easy conversation, drinks were flowing and it had begun to reach further into the night before you had gained the confidence to finally have a conversation with him. You both stared at each other, a moment of silence had passed, and then you both opened your mouth.

“I need to talk-”

“I have a question-”

You both stopped and blushed in embarrassment at the moment. You swallowed your nerves and let him go first.

“So (y/n),” he never really says your given name unless it's urgent. He swallows hard. “There’s been something that i’ve been meanin to talk to ya about. I’m not really sure how you’ll take it but it’s important that you understand that I would never want to hurt ya, and your friendship means the absolute fucking world to me.” He gets a little choked up. “Um..there’s this girl ya see… and i kinda like the little shit but i’ve just been uh… a little too distracted to talk to her. It’s not because I'm nervous or any dumb shit like that… just a little overwhelmed with some things. But tonight is the night im gonna tell ‘er.” He was breathing a little too heavy as if these were dying words. “(Y/n), I really fucking like - no im in love with-”. His dialogue was discontinued by a loud ringing sound coming from his phone. He looked really frustrated at the interruption. He picked up his phone and glanced at the caller. You were only able to glean the name from the top of the phone before you swiped right on the caller and looked at you - Round Cheeks.

“Sorry, (y/n) - fuck, i really need to take this right now. Just hold on a sec.” He raced to the spare room and closed the door.

You sat on the couch frozen. You weren’t sure how to feel. You were almost sure you had a chance at this, but from what it sounds like…you’ve been friendzoned pretty hard. For fucking Uraraka. You could hear your heart beating in your ears. The blood rushing to your face at the utter embarrassment you would’ve just made of yourself had you confess your feelings for this man. This man who valued you as a friend, and apparently nothing more. Your chest started to feel constricted. Your airways are closing. You were overcome with several emotions all at once. Anger, jealousy, despair and of course… fear. You were gonna die unless you got that surgery.

He exited the bedroom, looking very relieved and almost… happy. You guess the phone call went well. He walked in big strides to your side and grabbed your hands. They were sweaty like always, it was one of the things you had always liked about him, no matter how self-conscious it made him. You both stared into each other's eyes. You could feel the oncoming signs of another floral arrangement, and if he said those fatal words to you, you didn’t know if you’d be able to take it. He started to open his mouth again, but before he could finish his thought, you stopped him in his tracks.

“Hey Katsuki, i don’t think i’m feeling too well. Could we maybe raincheck for another day. I think i’m going to be sick.” You start to clean up the snack wrappers from the living room. He immediately looked concern.

“If you’re feeling sick, munchkin, then let me help ya.” He started to walk away to maybe make some soup or grab medicine like he always does, but that’s not what you wanted. You wanted him to go.

“No, Katsuki, I think I'm all good here by myself. I’ll just go to the doctor’s tomorrow.” You hated turning him away, but it was for both of your own goods.

“What the hell is up with ya, shorty?” He was starting to get frustrated. Why won’t you let him help? “Just let me take care of ya.” He walked over to your side where your back was turned towards him. He grabs your arm and turns you around. You were crying.

“NO, BAKUGOU! I'M GOOD JUST LEAVE!” You shrugged his hands off you and headed towards the door. He was just making this harder for you, why couldn’t he just understand. He needed to go, the longer he stayed the sicker you felt, but when you looked him in the eyes, it broke down every defense you had, you couldn’t lose your feelings for this man. No surgery could stop these feelings.

“I'M NOT JUST GONNA LEAVE YOU HERE TO FIGHT THIS DAMN SICKNESS ALONE!” He just wanted to help you. He cared about you more than he wanted to admit, and you denying him was something he didn’t know how to take.

“Fine then,” You put your shoes on and grabbed your keys. You looked back at him as you put one foot out the door. “If you won’t leave then I will.” Maybe you were overreacting here but you couldn’t stand to stay there in that room with him, knowing that any second you’d cough up bloody marigolds and have to explain why you might die there in his arms. You closed the door behind you, coughing on your way out as you struggled to make your way to your car.

___________

Bakugou wasn’t sure what the hell was going on. One minute he was enjoying the only real piece of comfort he had in this world, and now he stared at a closed door as the love of his life walked out on him. Confusion settled in his stomach.

What the absolute fuck just happened? He replayed all the events of tonight's festivities. You guys were finally watching that All Might documentary that he had been putting off for ages just to watch with you. You were both a little tipsy but the atmosphere was light and fun. You looked so beautiful. Your cheeks were flushed from the alcohol, and you stuffed your face with chips, not worrying about how you might look. He loved that about you. The way you were unabashedly you, how you cared about him, how you seemed to love him. It was that moment that gave him the confidence to confess. He had to tell you now, there’s so much he wanted to do, to experience, to learn with you, and if he didn’t take those steps now, he might never take them. He steeled his nerves to tell you the truth of his heart, but before he could say those important words, Uraraka called.

Fucking round cheeks has the worst fucking timing. He had commissioned Uraraka and Kirishima to set something of a date up for the two of you, had this evening gone to plan. However, the plans were a bit time sensitive, given that your friendship anniversary was in two days, and he wanted everything to be perfect, this call was important. He swore he had only stepped out for two seconds to confirm the dinner reservation and the schedule swapping he did to ensure that no one would bother him for work duties that day.

When he stepped back out into the living room, he could feel a change in the atmosphere, but that wasn’t enough to deter him from talking to you. He walked towards you, butterflies in his whole body. He grabbed your hands. They were soft. Comforting. Just like you. But before he could express these thoughts to you, everything went to shit.

You were sick, you usually were after a few too many drinks but never this early in the night. He went to grab your tylenol from the medicine cabinet, he couldn’t resist the urge to take care of you. Especially, when that’s all you’ve ever done for him. He’s gone through a lot to be the man he is today, and a majority of that he owes to your too-kind-for-your-own-good nature. But today you didn’t want his help, you wanted him to leave, and he couldn’t for the life of him figure out why.

He sat on your couch, confused about what to do now.

Maybe I should call Shitty Hair, it was his dumb fucking idea anyway. He looked around for his phone but couldn’t find it. He walked past the front door, where he saw you had dropped your phone in your haste to leave. He looked at the time 5:36 AM.

The sun is about to fucking rise and their out there, god knows where, sick to thier goddamn stomach. What the hell am I doing? I need to go find them.

He was about to grab his jacket when he caught a missed call and voicemail from Recovery Girl. He knew you two were pretty close, especially after all the time you spent by his side in the infirmary. He clicked on the voicemail, it must’ve been important if she left a voicemail.

“Hello dearie, I hope this doesn’t reach you too late. I did some analysis on your bloodwork after you left so I could see if there were some more options for you. Unfortunately, it seems as if you have contracted a very rare form of Hanahaki Disease. This particular form takes place over a 24 hour period and only allows you that time frame to find a cure. I’m not sure when you first started to develop signs but it is imperative that you give me a call right away.”

Bakugou dropped the phone from his hands. Hanahaki Disease? The fucking love disease? You had fallen in love? And with some dumbass idiot who didn’t feel the same way?

How dare that bastard not love you? You were perfect. You were kind, caring and smart. You didn’t take anyones bullshit and you stood by those you love. Now you were god knows how long away from fucking dying and there was nothing he could do?

No. There was something he could do. He could find you and make this right. Even if you didn’t love him the way he loved you, you didn’t deserve to die over it. You deserved to be happy. He was going to make sure that fucking happened. Bakugou grabbed the door but was met with a wet sensation. There was blood on the door, and a trail of yellow petals greeted him from the door to the parking lot.

Fuck…I hope im not too late. He jumped in the air and began to search for your figure. You didn’t make it far. Your car was haphazardly parked on the side of the park that you two often frequented together. You were laying by the tree that you two had carved your names in years ago. His heart seized at the sight of so much blood and flowers that surrounded you.

He landed by your side. Two fingers pressed against your throat. You were barely breathing. He had to get you out of here.

“Shit, wake up shortcake.” His voice sounded teary. “We gotta find the bastard that did this to ya. I’ll make him pay” He started to pick you up.

You roused a bit from the noise. You had to be dreaming. Bakugou stood over you. The rising sun shining behind him, giving him a golden glow. You smiled.

What a way to go. You raised your hand up to his cheek. Blood smears across his cheek. Even though he wasn’t real, it couldn’t hurt to lift this heaviness off your shoulders. You locked eyes with him and croaked out your last words.

“I’m sorry for loving you, ‘Suki. You mean the world to me and I wish I could’ve told you.”

Bakugou froze in his panicked state. You loved him? Then why the fuck were you dying? Of course he loved you too. How could he not.

He grabbed you by the face. “Don’t you ever dare be sorry for loving me, because I’m sure the hell not.” He pressed his lips to yours so brutally, you’d think he was waging a war on your face.

The suffocating feeling in your chest lifted itself so quickly as if it had never been there. You could breathe again.The feeling of being on death’s door had miraculously disappeared, and against all odds you had lived. You had lived because Katsuki loved you and you loved him back.

Tears gathered at the corners of your eyes and you wrapped your arms around him.

“I love you so much Katsuki.”

“I love you too (Y/n). Now let's get your ass home, and into some clean clothes. I can’t let my girl get sick for real.” He quickly lifted you off the ground, not giving you a chance to voice your protests. But you’d gladly be in his arms forever.

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“Just let me look at you for a bit” buddie yearning prompt 👀

season 6 spec/spoilers/wishful thinking lies ahead!

I don't want to fall to pieces / I just want to sit and stare at you / I don't want to talk about it / and I don't want a conversation / I just want to cry in front of you / I don't want to talk about it / 'cause I'm in love with you -Fall to Pieces - Avril Lavigne

The air in the small hospital room was cold. Eddie had goosebumps up and down his arms but he didn't mind it; Buck was wearing his jacket over his hospital gown. He was sitting sideways on the bed, socked feet on the floor, and staring at the doorway as though it was going to make Hen appear any faster.

"We could always just break you out of here dressed like that," Eddie said into the silence of the room. Buck looked at him incredulously, then huffed a small laugh. "Eddie, my ass is hanging out of this dress."

"You don't have an ass," he said automatically, then pursed his lips because why the fuck would he say that?

Buck put a hand to his chest (the one that didn't currently have an IV in it) and widened his eyes. "That is the rudest thing you've ever said to me. And now, in my time of need."

Eddie rolled his eyes. "What does having an ass have to do with it?"

"They said I bruised my tailbone," Buck told him, dead serious.

Eddie snorted. "They didn't mention that one to me."

They stared at each other for a moment, then Buck broke and smiled. "No, I'm fucking with you. Hit the side, remember?"

And yeah, Eddie fucking remembered. "I'd rather not remember it, thanks."

"It really isn't as bad as it looks," Buck said softly, sensing the tension that had suddenly taken over Eddie's body.

"You got hit by a car, Buck," Eddie said quietly, crossing his arms over his chest. "I watched you get hit by a car."

Buck didn't say anything, just looked back toward the door. Eddie sighed. Yet another thing to not talk about.

It wasn't long before Hen showed up with clothes for Buck to change into, and he was discharged pretty quickly with orders to take it easy for the next week or so, and to keep the cut on his cheek clean.

They didn't discuss it, but everyone knew Buck was going home with Eddie. They stopped in to another nearby room to say goodbye to Chimney and Maddie - Chimney had a concussion and was a bit more banged up than Buck, so he had to stay overnight for observation - and then they made their way to the parking lot. Eddie ignored the slight limp in Buck's step; Buck ignored the way Eddie's eyes kept glancing his way, as though checking he was really there. They found the truck where Hen said it would be and climbed in.

"I'll bring you to the station to get your Jeep once you're okay to drive."

"So, tomorrow?"

"You're not driving tomorrow."

"The doctor didn't say anything about not driving -"

"Buck, you're going to be so sore tomorrow, are you kidding me? You're not going to want to drive. And I've got the next 72 hours off -"

"What? Why?"

If Eddie hadn't been already driving he would've looked at Buck incredulously; as it was, he just dramatically rolled his eyes. "I'm not leaving you by yourself."

"I'm not even - I didn't break anything. I have a single laceration that needed stitches and I'm going to be bruised up, but that doesn't mean I can't take care of myself."

Eddie bit his lip, swallowing the words he wanted to say. "I'm not saying you can't. The time off is for me just as much as it is for you."

"What - you didn't get hurt, did you? You weren't -"

"No, I didn't get hurt," Eddie interrupted him. He tried to keep his voice level as he repeated himself. "But the time off is for me just as much as it is for you."

"What does that mean?" Buck's voice was cautious, and Eddie hated it.

"It means I need some time off, okay?"

Buck huffed but didn't say anything else, leaning back against the headrest until they arrived at Eddie's house.

They didn't talk as they got out of the truck, though Eddie noticed Buck wincing a few times as they made their way to the front door. He chose not to comment on it, unlocking the door and letting Buck inside first.

"You take the bed, I'll take the couch," Eddie said, dropping his keys in the bowl by the door and taking his shoes off. He started making his way to the bedroom to grab something to change into, but he stopped halfway down the hall when he realized Buck wasn't behind him. He turned around, finding him situating himself on the couch in the living room. "Buck, no -"

"I'm not going to be able to sleep anytime soon," he said, grabbing the remote and turning the TV on. "I'm not going to lay in the dark for hours while you're out here sleeping on the couch. Just go to bed, I'm fine."

Eddie stared at him. He took in the bandage on his cheek, the pale complexion that hadn't quite returned to normal yet, the stiff way he was holding himself.

"I'm not going to be able to sleep, either," Eddie said finally. "So I'll stay out here, too."

Buck nodded but didn't take his eyes off the TV where he was scrolling through Netflix. Eddie sighed and went to his room to change.

It was only about half an hour later before Eddie broke. Buck was still sitting up, his back straight against the back of the couch, his leg stretched out in front of him with his heel on the floor.

"Buck, you can't possibly be comfortable like that."

Buck looked over at him, surprise in his eyes. "I'm fine, Eddie."

"No," Eddie said, standing and going to the bedroom, grabbing all four pillows from his bed. He brought them back and looked at Buck like he was a puzzle and the pillows were his missing pieces. He handed Buck the first pillow. "Rest your leg on this one. Sit sideways and I'll put one behind your back, too."

Buck complied, though he grumbled a bit as Eddie fluffed the pillows to make sure the little nest was as comfortable as possible.

"Better?"

Buck sighed but nodded. "Yes, it's better. Thank you."

"You're welcome," Eddie said, taking the seat by Buck's feet. He turned to look at the other man and couldn't help but drink him in. He looked exhausted and Eddie hated it, but at least he was alive. He could still see blonde hair and blue eyes and pink birthmark, he could still see his nose and lips and neck and steadily rising and falling chest. It was hard to look away, like the moment he did Buck was going to disappear. He knew it wasn't rational; the proof that Buck was alive was right in front of him, and that wasn't going to change just because he watched the TV, but he still couldn't find it in him to draw his eyes away.

"Why are you staring at me?"

Eddie sighed. He let his body turn to face Buck, resting his cheek on the back of the couch.

"Do I really look that bad?" Buck asked, halfway joking, when Eddie didn't say anything.

Eddie started to laugh, but it quickly devolved into a sob, and he wiped at his face as sudden tears began to fall. Buck look alarmed and started to sit up, and Eddie held his hands up.

"No, don't move," he said through his tears, then sniffled. He wiped his cheeks again; the tears seemed to stop as quickly as they came, and he let his head fall into his hands. "Sorry. I - sorry."

"Don't apologize," Buck said. Eddie could hear the confusion in his voice. "I just don't really understand what's happening right now."

Eddie lifted his head to stare at Buck again. Incredulously, he said, "Buck, you were hit by a car."

Buck shook his head like that didn't mean anything. "So you keep reminding me. But I'm fine."

"You know," Eddie said after a few moments of quiet, "I didn't actually see it happen, back then. I didn't actually see her get hit by the car. But I - I sat in the back of the ambulance with her."

Buck's eyes widened and he somehow got even paler as realization washed over him.

"I watched her die, Buck. She got hit by a car, and I watched her die. And that was - that was hard. That was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. But watching you get hit by that car tonight? Not knowing if you were dying, or already dead? That was fucking - that was worse than hard, okay? And I know that you're okay, relatively speaking, but that doesn't change the fact that there was a solid few minutes that I thought you were dead or dying. There were a few minutes that I thought I was going to have to sit and watch you die, too."

"Eddie, I'm - I'm sorry," Buck's voice was so quiet that Eddie hardly heard it.

He shook his head. "You don't need to be sorry. You need to just… Just let me look at you for a bit. Because I need that right now, okay? I'm sorry, but I need that right now."

"Okay," Buck whispered, nodding his head. He held his hands out. "Come here."

Eddie slowly and carefully moved closer, getting off the couch and onto his knees on the floor until he was next to Buck's face. He reached out hesitantly, and when Buck didn't move away he cupped Buck's uninjured cheek. Buck smiled softly at him, and Eddie let out a heavy sigh.

"You know I've watched you almost die twice," Buck said, breaking the silence between them. Eddie bit his lip. "So I - I understand. You're right, it's worse than hard."

"But I'm okay," Eddie whispered. "And you're okay. We're okay."

Without thinking, he leaned forward, only stopping when their foreheads were pressed together. He heard Buck's breath hitch and watched as the blue eyes in front of him closed. He kept his own open, still scared to look away. They sat like that, breathing each other in and not saying anything, until Eddie's knees began to ache from sitting on the floor. He moved back, rocking back until he was on his feet.

"I think I'm ready to go to bed," Buck said, slowly opening his eyes and looking up at Eddie. "But you shouldn't take the couch. We can share."

Eddie inhaled sharply at the thought of sharing his bed with Buck, but nodded anyway. He held out a hand to help Buck up, and his heart raced when Buck didn't drop it as they made their way down the hall. Once they reached the bedroom Buck let go and Eddie instantly wanted to reach back.

"We forgot the pillows," Buck said with a little laugh, pointing at the bed.

"Right," Eddie said, shaking his head at himself. He'd been too distracted by Buck's hand in his. "I'll go grab them."

When he returned, Buck was already sitting on the bed, waiting. Eddie passed him two pillows and put the other two where his own head would rest. Trying not to think too hard about it, he climbed into bed and got under the covers as Buck did the same. When they finally relaxed, there was only a bit of space between them, Buck's hand lying palm-up between their chests. Eddie met Buck's eyes in the dark, and the blue held a warmth that Eddie was convinced existed only for him and Christopher.

"Buck," Eddie whispered, unsure of what to say next. Buck's eyes glanced down at his own hand and Eddie got the message; he brought his own shaking hand up and pressed their palms together, letting his fingers fall between Buck's. He watched Buck's Adam's apple as he swallowed, and wished he could lean forward and press his lips to that spot on his neck. He didn't; instead he just laid there, staring.

"Goodnight, Eddie," Buck murmured, before closing his own fingers around Eddie's hand and shutting his eyes.

"Night, Buck." He closed his own eyes, focused on the warmth of Buck's hand in his, and fell asleep.

#buddie #buddie fic #buddie drabble #my writing #911

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