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LOVE IS THE MOST TWISTED CURSE OF THEM ALL.
Part 7
Gojo Satoru x Fem! Reader.
check out part 8 here 🆕✨
check part 6 here
A/n: Hi I hope you enjoy this part! sorry if it's not long or interesting enough, I tried to focus on the main events so not much drama included. Lemme know your thoughts tho 🫶🏻.
Warning: not proofread
"Toji Zenin?" said Gojo and Nanami at the same time.
"Yea, the higher ups got some important information to tell, so that's why we need an urgent meeting, RIGHT.NOW"
"Sure we'll go to the meeting room" said Nanami.
"By the way Satoru! your wife, she shouldn't join this meeting, keep her out of this" said Principal Yaga.
"Huh? okay whatever" he answered, and walked inside the school to find Megumi.
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"Hey Gumi whatcha doing? hey listen buddy, Um Y/n keep her busy will ya?" said Gojo.
"why would I? you gonna cheat on her while she's busy?" said Megumi with a cold tone.
"Come on Gumi don't say that, you know I don't cheat" exclaimed Gojo rolling his eyes.
"Then why?"
"We have a secret meeting and principal Yaga said that Y/n shouldn't join"
"Eh? w-"
"Don't ask any further questions, I don't have much time, I gotta go, and don't tell anyone that, not even Yuuji..and make sure to stay inside the school"
"Alright ugh"
"I'm counting on you Gumi" Said Gojo with a playful tone.
.....
Megumi went to the common room to find you, you were there laying on the couch, playing on your phone.
"Sensei?"
"Oh Megumi-Kun?"
"Um I apologize if I'm bothering you, but Um, I feel like I'm lacking in some defense techniques–So I was thinking maybe you could help me with that!"
"Oh but Megumi-kun your defense techniques are amazing!!"
"You know, I really need some extra training, so I really hope you can train me?...please?"
"Oh- alright then?!? Um how about tomorrow morning?"
"NO LIKE RIGHT NOW!"
"Oh–! so you're in a hurry, okay then, let's go" you chuckled,
Megumi is a precious student of yours, and you definitely can't say no.
....
• In the meeting room •
Gathered in the wooden meeting room. Waiting for the higher ups to break the silence to explain and provide details about Toji's next moves.
"As you know now Toji broke free! and that's a great threat we're facing to say the less"
"How is it a threat? any one of us could finish him easily?" said Satoru with confidence
"I don't think you can easily Satoru! He knows a lot about our world, he knows a lot about Jujutsu, about your techniques! Him being back, means his new version is back, more powerful, more deadly and we can't risk that"
"So what do you suggest we do?" asked Principal Yaga.
"For the time being, I think all of you living in Jujutsu high dorms would be the better option, I'm sure he'll target you when you're alone, so it's better of you stick together"
"Funny! what a safety measure!!. Do you think we're scared of a non jujutsu murderer? do you think we can't defend yourselves?" exclaimed Gojo in annoyance.
"It's to ensure the protection of students, when you're away who's gonna protect the students from him? who's gonna protect Y/n?"
"Y/n?" said Gojo and Nanami in union.
With a sigh, one of the higher ups spoke,
"well the real reason Toji is back, is to kill Y/n!"
Silence fell over the room, letting his words sink in.
"Toji haunts sorcerers, why on earth would he haunt down Y/n, what threat she could possibly pose to him?, she's not even a sorcerer–"
"–yet! I think you underestimate your wife a lot Gojo! If I were you I wouldn't do that"
"haha and why is that? afraid that her fragile feelings may get hurt?–Ouch" mocked Satoru, only to get elbowed by principal Yaga.
Nanami glared at him, his mind racing with thoughts, why would Toji target you?so he said,
"can you further explain please?"
"I don't think any of you knows the real potential of Y/n!! once she becomes a sorcerer, she'll shake the balances of our Jujutsu world, she'll unleash an immense power. Toji doesn't want that to happen, that's why she's his main target."
"What do you mean immense power?" asked Gojo through gritted teeth.
"Is that what you care about now?? I think you should care more about her safety" said Nanami.
"If she has got that immense power as you say then all of this safety measure wouldn't be necessary, I think she could protect herself"
"I think you should be more responsible Gojo, it's your wife we're talking about! whether you like it or not" whispered Principal Yaga.
"We didn't figure out his plan yet, we don't know his next moves, he tends to be unexpected and full of surprises. He's like a ghost in the shadows. So you need to be careful, Y/n shouldn't wander alone, that's a must!"
"We'll do our best to keep Y/n safe" said Nanami woth determination, not noticing Gojo's death glares.
"Of course!! she's our hope!! by the way Gojo what's wrong with your face? did you get into a fight?"
"Yeah a fight with his wife!! she kicked his ass in their duel" teased Principal Yaga, it's been one of his purposes to make Satoru more humble since high school days and finally you managed to humble him.
"Oh you gotta be careful Satoru, if you wanna remain the strongest sorcerer, someone might snatch that title from you"
"Should we inform Y/n about the situation?" asked Principal Yaga.
"No! Don't stress her out! you can tell her about him but it's better if she remains oblivious that she's his target till we manage to solve the issue...and Keep. Your . Eyes. On .Her, she's your responsibility Gojo"
With that the meeting concluded, leaving them exchanging worried glances, overthinking, they dealt with Toji Zenin before and it wasn't the best experience.
"Bring your things here Satoru. From TONIGHT, you and your wife will start living here" ordered Principal Yaga.
"But sensei sh-"
"No buts Satoru, Y/n will be under everyone's watch, it's not just your responsibility, it's our responsibility as well to protect her, till she breaks the curse"
"Ugh sure"
"Why the curse didn't break yet, by the way?"
"It takes time and you know that sensei".
Principal Yaga nodded and left. He's genuinely concerned about your security, Toji is a vile man, no one can follow his attack patterns, he schemes and attacks the most sensitive spots.
"I know what you're thinking about Gojo" started Nanami "You're worried that once she gets her curse technique, she overpowers you"
"and your answer is ....TRUE, how long did it take you to guess this Nanami"
"you're unbelievable! if you're not gonna protect her then I will, Gojo" said Nanami with a stern expression, as he started to walk away, Gojo was too quick and grabbed him by his forearm.
"I told you a million times, stay away from her!"
"Why would I?"
"Cuz she's not your wife!"
"Look who's talking! If you're that jealous then I suggest you start treating her like a real wife"
"Hah jealous? Do you think I'm jealous? it's just I hate it when people stick their noses in my own business"
"I didn't know Y/n was your own business"
Remained speechless, Gojo knew Nanami's word were logical. Lack of words prompted him to burst into offensive laugher. Trying his best to cover his discomfort with humor.
"You're funny Nanami aah–but sure go ahead then and protect her....if you can" he said the last line with seriousness.
.....
...
"Meguuuumi! enjoying your training sessions huh?" spoke Gojo with excitement.
"Sensei? y-yeah , Y/n-sensei agreed to help with with some fighting techniques"
"Good, I see Y/n-sensei is finally doing something helpful" said Gojo with sass.
You rolled your eyes, wanting to punch him, but couldn't since you're still injured.
"Wrap it up Y/n! we're going home now!" he added.
"Eh? I'm not going home yet, go ahead I suppose you know the way home"
He approached you, grabbed your hand and started pulling you with him.
"Well I'm.not.asking. You're coming with me"
"HEY ARE YOU INSANE ? LET GO OF ME SATORU" you fought back.
He used all of his strength to pull you, you were moving like a fish from a fishing net trying to break free, giving him a hard time.
"Damn it Y/n stop"
He didn't find any other way, so he resorted to grabbing you by your waist and putting you on his shoulder.
In a matter of seconds you were home.
"What the hell?" you asked, still hanging in his shoulder.
He threw you on the bed like a ball.
"Full of surprises hm? I know, I know you don't have to say it"
"But h-how"
"It's related to my limitless technique no need to worry about it"
You were intensely staring at him, making him feel awkward.
"anyways, start packing we're leaving"
"Gojo Satoru are you fucking kidding me? you drag me home then when we're home you say that we're leaving? Are you mentally ill?"
"Damn my eardrums, you're so fucking loud! We're moving to Jujutsu High! Yaga sensei's orders!"
"what? why would we move there"
"To fulfill our duty as teachers! there's a murderer on the loose, he's targeting sorcerers and we need to protect our students!"
"A murderer?"
"What? Don't tell me that Y/n , the famous martial arts teacher is scared now? All talk no action?" he chuckled.
"Says who? the one who got his ass beaten and had to break the rules to land a punch on me? now don't make me laugh Satoru"
"I was going easy on you"
"Whatever – You want us to move to jujutsu high, then move your ass and start packing, enough of your gibberish" you rolled your eyes, it was useless to argue with someone like him, he's so full of himself and it annoyed you.
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• At Jujutsu High, night time •
" Welcome to your new home Y/n!" greeted principal Yaga.
"Thank you sensei"
"I think Gojo informed you about the whole situation?"
"Yes ! we will do everything to protect our students"
"Good!! there's no doubt in that.. anyways, you had a long day today, I'll give you your time to unpack! let me guide you to your shared bedroom"
"SHARED BEDROOM?" you and Gojo exclaimed in union.
"Um yes" said Yaga-sensei awkwardly. "anyways here's your room have a wonderful night" he added and then left in a flash for both of you to handle the awkwardness that he intentionally put you into, just so you can work on your relationship.
Gojo reached the knob and opened the door..
"AHH SERIOUSLY?– THOSE ROSE PETALS WEREN'T NECESSARY!!!" whined Gojo.
A king sized bed, for both of you to share. You took a deep breath, you weren't ready for this, not ready for the long night ahead.
"fuck" you muttered.
"Alright here's the deal, we take turns, tonight I take the bed you take the floor" said Gojo
"Hah what? you wish ! I take the bed, you take the floor" you fought back.
"No I'm not used to the hard floor"
"Oh are you that sensitive? I thought you were the strongest? or it's all words no actions?" again using his own words against him.
"You.Little.B–"
Nobara interrupted you,
"I'll be sleeping next door, sensei so please don't be too loud–"
"Wait what? NO" you said in union, knowing that she meant being loud under other circumstances.
Nobara closed the door that was wide open, leaving both of you there in complete silence.
"I think we'll share the bed, I'll make a line with pillows and don't you dare cross it" you said as you placed your bag down.
Thinking of how you'll change into your pyjamas when he's there, in the same room as you. Not only for tonight but for God knows how long.
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You know how Cybertronian is afraid of scarplet, right? Imagine this
Cybertronian buddy just out of nowhere and somehow best friend the scarplet like taming a wild animal. And i was hoping if you can do the Autobots reactions first before doing the Decepticons next, thank you and have a wonderful day.
Taming Scraplets! Wow this is going to be good! Since you did not specify which bots or cons you want, I will be choosing them at random. This also goes for the continuity. Please visit the request guidelines on the Welcome for more information. If this is not what you want, please let me know.
Hope you enjoy!
Ratchet, Bulkhead, Smokescreen, Shockwave, and Predaking react to Bot Buddy taming some Scraplets
SFW, platonic, Cybertronian) Bot reader
TFP
No one knows how they did it. But they did it. Buddy managed to tame a small colony of Scraplets. They are as obedient as one of the Earth dogs.
Ratchet
Ratchet is screaming when he sees Buddy return with the scraplets.
He already has Buddy behind him and his scalpel ready. There is no way he is going down without a fight.
"Wait Ratchet don't!"--Buddy
"Buddy?! What are you doing?! Get behind me! You know what Scraplets can do!"--Ratchet
"Yeah I know but these little guys are friendly!"--Buddy
"Friendly?! Have you lost your mind!?"--Ratchet
"Look I trained them. They wouldn't hurt anyone unless I say so."--Buddy
"Trained or not, they are not coming anywhere near the others."--Ratchet
"Beep beep boop BEEREEP BEEEEERRP BRP BEEREEP! (Hey guys, what's all the yell--OH MY PRIMUS! WHY ARE THERE A BUNCH OF SCRAPLETS ON BUDDY'S SERVOS!)"--Bumblebee
Ratchet doesn't care if they are trained or not. A vermin is a vermin in his optics.
It takes a considerable amount of time for Ratchet to even relax in the same room as they are.
Bulkhead
Bulkhead has on specific flashbacks the second his.optics.land on Buddy holding some Scraplets in their servos.
The poor guy thought Buddy was going to get eaten and they were in shock, explaining why they weren't fighting back.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!! SCRAPLETS! SCRAPLETS!"--Bulkhead
"Bulkhead stop screaming so loud! You're going to agitate them!"--Buddy
"Why aren't you screaming?! You have Scraplets in your servos!"--Bulkhead
"Easy. I tamed them."--Buddy
"If you tamed them then that means Smokescreen is the next Prime!"--Bulkhead
"I know that's rude, but I'll take it as a compliment!"--Smokescreen
For Bulkhead's sake, Buddy has to make sure the Scraplets stay in another room, away from him.
Buddy does apologize for taking this so casually, knowing the horrors he has seen.
The most he can tolerate with the Scraplets is not seeing one.
Smokescreen
Smokescreen knows what a Scraplet is, he's just never seen one.
When Buddy comes back with the Scraplets in their servos, his curiosity gets the best of him.
"Uuummmm... Buddy? Whatcha got there?"--Smokescreen
"Well I found these bolts here to feed the others. They were down by the gulch, why?"--Buddy
"... You are way too calm to be holding Scraplets."--Smokescreen
"I tamed them Smokescreen."--Buddy
"Really?! Can I hold them?"--Smokescreen
"Sure!"--Buddy
Since he wasn't around to see the damage of the other Scraplets, he doesn't hold the same fears or grudges like the others have.
He wants to tame some Scraplets of his own.
Shockwave
Shockwave firmly believes that Buddy is an Outlier.
He is a bit surprised to see Buddy hold the Scraplets in their servos.
"What do you have in your servos?"--Shockwave
"Scraplets? I tamed them!"--Buddy
"For what reason? To act as your guard dog or to release them on the Autobots?"--Shockwave
"...I just wanted to tame some Scraplets..."--Buddy
"That is simply illogical. Why waste your time on something like this if you are not going to use it?"--Shockwave
"... Because I had free time?"--Buddy
He doesn't accept Buddy answers or ways they tamed to Scraplets. Though he does take notes, for the sake of science.
His lab is ready to do some testing on Buddy if they truly are an Outlier.
Predaking
First things first... Predaking doesn't even know what a Scraplet is.
He wasn't around when the Autobots got attacked by them or was he near Vector Sigma when they overcrowded the place.
When Buddy comes to the ship with a servo filled with Scraplets, he is curious.
"Buddy what are these creatures?"--Predaking
"Oh! These are Scraplets. I managed to tame them a couple of cycles ago."--Buddy
"Tame them?"--Predaking
"A wild Scraplet will eat you with a second thought. But these little guys won't!"--Buddy
"Small creatures... Yet surprisingly powerful. May I?"--Predaking
"Sure you can hold them!"--Buddy
Predaking soon becomes the Scraplets second care giver besides Buddy.
The Scraplets often follow Predaking around like ducklings if they aren't with Buddy. Truly he is leading his troops around the ship to establish his dominance... And maybe to scare a certain Seeker along the way.
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Penalty Box Series— Imagines Edition: Best Friend Number Twos
request: “Sissy and Cole! Okay so, Cole just goes dibs one day? Like rocks up to the lake house of even to Anaheim and is basically like *scoop up sissy* "I'm borrowing this. Mental health day bye." And everyone is like can he do that? That's an option?”
warnings: cursing, we*d (underage)
word count: 1.3k
SERIES MASTERLIST
a/n: when i tell y’all idk timeline of their life, i mean that shit. ik alex lived with them at some point (from what i put together from context clues) and trevor said he lived with them at one point (idk if that’s separate from the 5 weeks) but this is DIY timeline so trevor isn’t living with them but he visits a lot bc he’s dating sissy (duh) during NTDP days
ps i high key hate this and i am so sorry but every time i hate something it does well soooo here it is :) lmk what you think (i wrote in inebriated)
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Sunday afternoons tended to be the calmest of all the days of the week. It was mainly spent with catching up on homework assignments, running errands, or just relaxing on the couch with your boyfriend, Jack, and Luke. Today was one of those days.
“Sissy, I love you, and if you weren’t Quinny’s entire world, you’d be mine. But I am—“
“Why can’t I be both of your entire worlds?” you cut him off. Jack tilted his head and gave you a ‘really?’ look, “Shut up, nobody asked you. Anyways, as I was saying, I love you, but I do not want to watch Catching Fire again.”
“But you love it!” you whined.
“Yes, but I don’t want to watch it every week! I don’t care how in love with Finnick you are, I’m picking the movie,” Jack stated. You crossed your arms and pouted, “Fine. Cars?”
Jack sighed and slammed his head down on the arm of the couch, “fucking dammit, fine!”
You cheered and fell into Trevor in celebration when the doorbell rang. Jack got up to open the door, “Oh hey! What are you doing here? Come on in.”
You and Trevor looked over and saw Cole entering the house. You both perked up and smiled at his arrival, “Cole!”
Trevor stood up to greet his friend in one of their weird handshakes they refuse to let you in on, “Hey! Whatcha doing here, buddy?”
Instead of answering immediately, Cole voted to just pick you up right off the couch and into his arms.
“I’m taking her,” Cole stated as if it were the most obvious thing int the world.
Jack, Luke, and Trevor all exchanged confused glances.
“Can he do that?” Trevor asked.
“Well, none of us are Quinn,” Luke said perplexed.
“Can I ask why you’re taking Sissy?” Jack turned to Cole, who was slowly walking to the door to keep conversation.
“I’ve been stressed, so I thought a Y/N day would solve all my problems,” Cole answered. “It works out great for you guys, I thought I’d give it a try.
“She is good at that,” Jack agreed. “Is this just a thing now? We can take her wherever?”
“Not when I’m—“
“With Quinn! Yeah, yeah, we know,” Jack interrupted.
Cole started walking closer to the door with you still i’m his arms. You situated yourself so that your legs were wrapped around his waist and your arms wrapped around his neck.
“Cole! Where are you taking her?!” Trevor shouted at his best friend.
“Anywhere she wants!”
“Can we come?”
“I can’t have a detox with Y/N day with her brothers and boyfriend hanging around!” Cole called out while he opened the front door.
“Bring her back by 6 for dinner!” Jack told him. You saluted him and allowed yourself to be carried out the door to Cole’s car.
“Alright, Caufield. You got 5 hours with me, what’s your game plan?” you asked as you placed your elbow on the middle console to prop your head up to look at him.
“I thought I’d take you out to lunch and then back to my dorm for some video games and maybe smoke a little?” Cole answered.
You quirked and eyebrow, “Where did you acquire bud?”
Instead of answering, Cole reached into his pocket and held up a disposable pen.
“That’s not smoking,” you rolled your eyes.
“Do you want it or not?”
You snatched it out of his hand and inhaled, relaxing back into your seat on the exhale.
“Good?” Cole smiled.
“Hella.”
Cole took you to Chipotle, which you both voted to take it back to Cole’s room to eat so he could rant. You sat perpendicular to the head of his bed and had him lay his head down in your lap so you could play with his hair as he spoke. Most of it was stress handling school and hockey practice four days a week, plus games. Other parts of it was little things, such as missing home and a much comfier bed.
“What if once a week we all get together and do assignments together? And we can get you a comfier mattress topper for your bed to try and make it comfier, and I’d have to ask mom but maybe you can stay in Quinn’s room every once in a while. I sleep in his bed all the time when I miss him so I can confirm it is a top notch bed to sleep in,” you said.
“How do I know if it’s actually top notch or if you just miss your best friend so much you gaslit yourself into liking it?” Cole inquired.
“Do you really think Ellen would let her favorite child sleep on an uncomfortable bed?”
“Good point,” he laughed.
This started to make Cole feel better, so you both decided it was time to play some video games and get a little high for further nerve easing.
“Cole-Baby,” you said after a hit, “it’s time to go.”
“One more round,” he said.
“Uh huh, you are not ten and I am not your mother that you bargain with. Rap it up, pretty boy.”
Cole turned off the game and looked over at you smirking, “you think I’m pretty?”
“I think it got you to turn the game off,” you smirked back and kissed his cheek as you stood up.
You spent the entire car ride practically inhaling water. It won’t sober you up completely, but it’ll ease it. It wasn’t the first time you’d come home a little high, and it certainly won’t be the last, so you didn’t worry. Plus, it wasn’t bud.
You skipped through the door and jumped on top of your boyfriend on the couch when you and Cole walked in.
“Trevy!” you screamed.
“Well hello to you, too, Princess,” Trevor laughed.
“Kiss,” you said, lifting your head up. Trevor gave you a small kiss, since you didn’t like to put on a show when your entire family was around.
Jack eyed you suspiciously. You knew he was onto you, so you snapped twice to signal ‘yes, I am high’ so that he could help cover for you if need be, which was hardly ever needed. He, however, needed it frequently, which is why you two created the signal.
“What was that?” Trevor asked.
“Hugheslepathy. We’ve been over this,” you stated as if it were obvious.
“As your newly declared best friend I would like in on this Hugheslepathy signals,” Cole said.
Everyone looked at him as if he were crazy.
“Buddy, Quinn’s her best friend,” Trevor said.
“Since she was 6,” Luke added.
“They’re Hugheslepathy is so much crazier than ours that I don’t even understand it,” Jack said.
“Plus, I’m your best friend,” Trevor finished the back and forth.
“You can have more than one best friend!” Cole exclaimed.
“Clearly, you haven’t been around Sissy and Quinn enough,” Jack laughed. “They’re a different breed of best friend.”
“You can be best friend number two, Coley, but only if I’m yours!” you exclaimed as you sat up.
“Alright, I’ll settle for number two best friend,” Cole laughed. “Shall we legalize it?”
“We shall,” you nodded. You held out your pinky finger to Cole and he looped his around it and you shook hands. “That’s a pink promise! It’s legally binding!”
Cole smiled and agreed with you.
“Dinner’s ready!” Ellen called out.
Jack walked by you as you got up, “How bad?”
“I barely feel it,” you answered. “My best friend number two does not have strong stuff.”
Cole came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, “Last time I share with you, then.”
You gasped and escaped out of his hold, “We’re best friend number twos! That means something!”
“Best friend number twos?” Ellen asked. “What about Quinn?”
“That’s why Cole’s number two, Mom,” you laughed.
Ellen smiled at Cole, “Best friend number two, huh? That’s a big role to fill. Are you ready for it?”
Cole slung his arm around you, “I think I can handle it.”
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In sickness
Wednesday Addams x SICK|Gn Reader
(Wednesday )
Summary: your sick and sad, Wednesday takes care of you
Tw: cursing, throwing up, getting hurt, taking gross medicine , being sick idk lmfao
(Y/n)=your name
-this is thoughts-
“This is talking”
(You and Wednesday are already dating :))
Requested by : @slowrelic
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(Your POV)
The first thing you feel when you wake up is the pounding of you head, and a stuffy nose. You groan and open your eyes, the light from the window is too bright, it hurts.
You turn away and groan, feeling like you got hit by a bus.
You call out your roomates name, with no reply.
You call them again, still no reply.
You groan, turn and see their bed is empty.
You panic, and fall of your bed, hitting you your head on the corner. “Ow shit!” You groan, and find your phone on the floor.
You check the time and realize your VERY late for school.
-shit shit shit shit, ugh I feel terrible, I need to get- Your thoughts end abruptly when you feel bile raise in your throat, you rush to the bathroom and throw up whatever was in your stomach.
You groan and lean against the porcelain to rest, and wipe your sweating face with your sleeve.
You definitely cant do school today, you’ll have to go to the nurse, if you can make it.
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(Time skip and POV change)
Wednesday noticed your absence immediately. Usually you’d yell enids and Wednesdays name, then tackle her from behind and pull her into an obnoxious hug.
Today you didn’t, she subtly looked everywhere and couldn’t find you.
She told Thing to look around, but he came back empty handed.(haha)
Wednesday wants to say she glad you didn’t almost throw her to the ground today, but that would be a lie.
She WANTED to go to your dorm, but the teachers caught her trying to sneak away everytime.
She thought you had been hurt, but if you were, she would have most likely had a vision.
“Maybe they are sick? I remember them saying they didn’t feel the best yesterday.” Said a now worried Enid.
Maybe Enid was right.
She rushed to the nurses during lunch to demand answers about you, with Thing on her shoulder.
“Oh y/n? Poor thing came here earlier, sick as a dog, a high fever ,103. Plus a bleeding head. I gave them medicine patched them up, and escorted them back to their dorm. Id leave them alone if I were you, you dont want to get sick yourself.” The nurse rambled.
Wednesday gave them a curt nod and rushed out.
She didn’t care what the nurse said, she was going to check on you.
The feeling of dread she usually enjoyed, but not when you were at the expense.
She arrived at your dorm room and hesitated, although she doesn’t know why.
Could it be that seeing you in pain would crush her black little heart? Impossible, she was probably just worried she’d have to hear you whine. Yes…thats why.
Thing tapped her, telling her to knock.
She sighs and knocks on your door 2 times.
“C-come in.” Your voice is heard, so quiet that if there were people in the halls, she might of not heard it at all.
She slowly opens it and slips inside the room, closing the door softly behind her.
There you were, curled up in your bed, with a trash can, water, medicine and crackers next to you on the bedside table.
You looked miserable, which gave Wednesday a weird feeling within. Even in sickness you were stunning, but she disliked the pained look on your face.
Thing jumped from Wednesdays shoulders and ran to you, asking if you were ok.
You spoke in a whisper. “Heyyy buddy. I’m ok, just a bit under the weather.”
He asked what happened to your bandaged head.
You chuckle, which turns into a cough.
Wednesday cringes at that.
“I fell out of bed is all, I’m ok Thing.”
Wednesday walked over, but avoided looking at you.
“Of course you’d be so idiotic as to injury yourself so easily.”
You smile. “You care about me.”
Wednesday scoffs and rolls her eyes. “Hold your tongue.”
You let out a weak laugh, then cover your mouth as you cough. “Ugh karma. Ow. So uh, whatcha doing here? Idk if you heard, but I’m sick.”
Wednesday rolled her eyes. “Yes I have heard. I came simply to make sure you don’t die, Thing would be upset with me.”
You smile, knowing she’s using him as an alibi. You’ve been dating for awhile and can tell she cares, in her own weird way.
You grin and rest one of of your fingers on his. “Don’t worry bud , Ill be fin-“ you turn you head and go into a coughing fit.
Wednesday hesitantly pats your back after Thing motions to you.
You wheeze and then smile. “Thanks.”
Wednesday rolls her eyes and grabs your desk chair, setting it near the bed and sits down.
“Oh you don’t have to-“ Wednesday interrupts.
“You haven’t taken your medication have you? It is unopened.”
You sigh. “No but I dont need it I’m fine.”
Wednesday stares at you, dark eyes taking in your weak form. “A temperature of 103 for a human body, isn’t ‘fine’.” She grabs the medicine and opens it, grabbing a spoon that’s next to it.
You stare at her curiously…is she gonna…
Wednesday pours some into the spoon and practically shoved it in front of your face. “Open.”
Your eyebrows raise ever so slightly. “Wha- I dont need to babied Wednesday.”
She stares you in the eyes. “Don’t fight with me on this, I will not have you dying where you lay. Now open.”
You blush slightly as you open your mouth and she surprisingly softly puts the spoon in it. You gulp down the gross medicine flavor, and take a drink of water. “Thanks..”
She all of a sudden places her cold hand on your burning forehead. You sigh at the coolness and lean into her touch.
She hums. “Rest, i will wait for you to wake, and give you more medicine.”
You nod, already drifting to sleep. Thing snuggles up next to you.
She watched as you fell asleep under her touch, and caresses your cheek with her pinky.
“Sleep well amor.”
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(I’m sorry but my favorite thing is sick/hurt reader HEHEH
Also I was already writing this then got your request for more Wednesday , I thought it would be perfect :))
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Bake Sale
Due to Girl Scout season, (and me buying boxes) I just got an idea, so here yall go! (03. 16. 2023)
'So... hot'
(Name) could only think about how HOT Ramshackle was right now. Thanks to that useless crow of a man, Ramshackle was the only dorm without an AC unit or any type of fan. It's the middle of summer vacation and there is no airflow through the dorm.
"(Name) pleassseee do something about this heat, I think Grim is about to die".
"Wow, I bet you regret skipping Crewl's classes now" chuckled Deuce.
"We are both in summer school, shut up Deuce".
All the mirrors going into the dorms were locked up tight for the summer, leaving all the students who needed to catch up stay in Ramshackle, which was not alot of students.
"Listen guys, if I had the money I would totally buy a unit but I have no money or a job right now".
"UGH" Ace yelled, "why can we just go to the beach or sneak into Savanaclaw's pool!". Ace marched towards the windows and began opening all the ones in the living room.
"Because what teacher will gives us a pass to go relax when you three are supposed to being doing your homework and classwork you missed!". (Name) was getting overwhelmed, they knew they should've taken Leona's or Malleus's offer on staying with either of them during summer break.
"(Nammmmmmeeeeee)" Grim cried, "please do something about this heat", Grim fell to the floor.
"Fine, let me figure something out".
"Yay!!" The three cried.
<>
(Name) walked out the campus kitchen, carrying two buckets of ice with them back to Ramshackle.
'Shit'
The ice was already melting.
'How the hell are we going to live in a magical world and not have any ice magic or spells?'.
As they made their way inside the Dorm they started opening windows, turning on the fans to on the highest settings, on cheap fan on its back with the bucket of ice holding its weight.
'Finally'. (Name) took in the cold breeze that filled the room. Grim came running down the hall putting his fatass in front of the semi broken fan. "Ahhhhhhh finally! Took you way to long henchman".
(Name) rolled their eyes, "Now that's done, I think I'm going to get a sweet treat." The word 'treat' summoned all three braincells.
"What are you gettin".
"Can I have soommme?".
"Can I help?".
'Jesus Christ' (Name) sighed, "I was feeling nostalgic and wanted to bake...."
Ace and Grimm groaned, throwing themselves back onto the "cold" ground.
Deuce looked confused, "I'm sorry perfect, why are you going to bake when it's-"
"Fucking thousands degrees out-" Ace interrupted.
Deuce glared.
"You guys don't have to help with anything, I was kinda of planning on doing this for myself...". (Name) walked away towards the kitchen.
"Nonono, I'll help you perfect!!" Deuce ran after (Name).
(Name) opened the cupboard, 'thin mints orrrrrrrrrr, hmm, wait samoas?'.
(Name) looked over at Deuce, "Deuce, one or two?".
"Um one?"
"Thin mints it is".
♡
Aced let out a moan.
"Damn buddy that's like your 10th one...".
Ace had tears in his eyes,"it's.. so... good".
(Name) gave the three a look; hunched over the counter, all groaning in happiness.
"Are these from your world perfect?".
(Name) nodded, "Yeah, there's actually-".
"Don't care make more!".
"Hench man please!"
(Name) looked at Ace and Grimm in shocked, "you know a simple please would do... also Grimm can you even have chocolate?".
Ace rolled his eyes, "the little shit ate rocks for the past year-". His comment made Duece hit him on the back of the head.
"Anyways, Perfect, do you think we can take some to lunch tomorrow?".
"Sure, I'll probably be baking all tomorrow... nothing else to do".
☆
"Oi oi crabby~ whatcha got there?".
Instinctively Ace put the brown lunch bag towards his chest, "none of your-"
"HEYYY!!". Grimm screeched
"Sh sh baby seal, let me just borrow your bag."
Grimm beated his paws on Floyd's stomach, "No! You can't have that! (Name) made those specially for me!!" He whined.
"Oh~ Shrimy made these?". Floyd popped a cookie in his mouth.
The world stopped for a minute, Floyd giving the three a lead stare. "Uh, you good bro?". Ace went to put his hand on Floyd's shoulder only to be bitten by said eel.
"FUCK HE BIT MY SHIT".
Floyd stole the bag of cookies and made a dash for the door.
"MY TREATS!!" Grimm wailed.
♤
(Name) hummed as they baked their third round of cookies, the last batch being Samoas now they were working on peanut butter. 'I guess always baking with Trey was worth the lessons-'
Que their front door being broken in with two distressed students.
"PERFECT HELP I NEED STERILIZATION STAT-"
"HENCHMAN! I NEED NEW COOKIES! THAT DISGUSTING EEL STOLE MY COOKIES!".
'There goes my peaceful afternoon'.
(Name) grabbed the first aid kit to help Ace, letting the two whine and nag about their day.
Grim plopped himself on (Name)'s lap, "So.... can you give us more cookies?".
"Sure, just don't let anyone take them this time."
♡
The next day at lunch was... eventful...
"ILL TAKE A BAG FOR $10!".
"NO! $50!".
"MAKE IT $90!".
It was like watching a pack of hyenas swarm a prey, three pairs of eyes watched from a distance.
"So... it's just cookies?". Azul observed the growing hysteria with a careful eye.
Jade snickered, "I think it's more than cookies sir~"
Azul grabbed a cookie from Floyd's bag, observing before taking a nibble.
Jade laughed, "so? What's the verdict-".
"Schedule a meeting with the perfect."
☆
"FLOYD PUT ME DOWN!!". (Name) was hunched over Floyd's shoulder.
Azul took a deep breath, "Floyd put the perfect down-".
CRASH
Azul felt a migraine forming, rubbing his temples. "So... perfect". Azul forced a smile.
"I'm not making a dea-".
"Listen! What about a business partnership? With your cookies-".
"No."
"There will be money, 50/50".
"I already-"
"And! I'll ask threaten the headmaster to give your.... Ramshackle upgrades".
♧
'It's so much hotter than the inside of Ramshackle'. (Name) was miserable, sitting at a stand in Port Town trying to sell cookies, THEIR cookies. Luckily, that ocean breeze was... somewhat frequent.
"Hggnnngg Henchman I'm bored.... let's dip".
(Name) rolled their eyes, "You got us into this mess...".
"Ha! How was I supposed to know Azul was also in summer school!". Grim threw himself under the table.
"How's business perfect?~".
"Shrimpy~!".
(Name) gave Jade a glare, "I'm miserable - it's too hot for this shit."
Floyd blew a raspberry, "Well! We have something to cheer you up-"
"A gun?"
Grim came up from the table, "AH! It's me!".
(Name) looked at the two confused, "a cardboard cut out of Grim?".
The cutout was... interesting, depicting Grim in a hat and... boots.
'Is there a puss and-'
Jade smiled softly, "Azul said it could help drive in business having a mascot~".
4/13/2024 I kinda gave up towards the end... this has been sitting in drafts for a year.... I cant figure out how to end this but Perfect gets a pool in Ramshackle in my head so :)
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hi can you write more about ethan x diabetes reader maybe from when they first met..
maybe Ethan sees the dexcom on the reader's arm and he's like: what is that?
or they're at some party and she's feeling sick so she goes outside to get some fresh air and that's where Ethan meets him, He asks her if she's okay and she mentions her low blood sugar.
“new people new things”
ethan edwards x diabetic!reader
as i said before, i think this is the end to the series, but thank you guys sm for both starting and tagging along on this little mini series with me!! <3
also: i added ella (readers roommate from the first story) in this again! and this was kinda the start of ella and luca (if you guys remember that!) which i thought was cute, since everything kinda got tied together in the end! we see how ethan and reader met, them getting back together, and parts of them dating! sorry we didn’t see the breakup, but just imagine it however you want!
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the loud music blaring through the speaker, which is connected to god knows who’s phone, isn’t helping your ill feeling at all. the smell of alcohol and sweat makes you want to vomit, and your head is already spinning slightly, so the only thing you can think of is getting some fresh air on the back porch.
you step outside and close the door behind you, which only slightly muffles the sounds from inside. you take a deep breath and inhale the late-night, october air filling the city of ann arbor. as you’re lost in thought, trying to ignore the slightly ill feeling in your system, your attention is captured by the brunette boy who just entered the back porch.
“hey,” he says, leaning over the railing next to you, while swirling the drink in his red solo cup around.
“hi,” you say, turning your body to face him but still leaning against the deck railing.
“i’m ethan”
“i’m y/n. whatcha drinking?” you ask, making conversation to avoid those awkward ‘what’s your major?’ type questions.
“honestly, i couldn’t even tell you. my buddy got it for me, alcohol just tastes like alcohol to me,” he shrugs. “want a sip?” he says, holding out the cup to you.
“nah i’m good, thanks though. im supposed to be driving my friend home, but she’s hooking up with one of those hockey douches so i cant really leave, and i’m honestly not feeling great. sorry, that was a lot of information you didn’t need,” you ramble awkwardly to the stranger, unaware he’s very much a hockey player.
“well, that’s alright. i don’t think you’d want a sip since i’m one of those ‘hockey douches’ anyways,” the boy chuckles, making you gasp.
“oh my god! i’m so sorry! i had no idea!”
“no no it’s alright, i understand why you said that, hockey players definitely have a reputation. but i cant help but ask, you said you weren’t feeling alright? are you okay?”
“yeah, i’m fine. i’m just a diabetic and my blood sugar is slightly going low, but if i go back inside and inhale all that sweat and alcohol stench, i’ll probably drop dead before i can even reach the kitchen,” you joke, making ethan chuckle.
“wow! that’s so cool! i’ve never met anyone at this school who’s a diabetic,” ethan informs you.
“yep! you meet new people and see new things!” you smile, happy he isn’t one to judge you on being diabetic.
“oh wait here, take this! i snatched some from the bowl outside. hopefully that doesn’t make me a bad guy for stealing the kids halloween candy, but at least it’s going to a good cause,” he says reaching into his pocket and grabbing you a small packet of m&ms.
“oh my gosh, thank you so much! you’re a life saver, literally!” you exclaim before tossing a few into your mouth. you and ethan get to know each other for the next twenty minutes or so, until your friend drunkenly stumbles outside looking for you.
“y/n, hockey guys literally give the best head! you seriously need to stop being so against them- oh who’s this!” your friend questions, almost falling over ontop of you.
“uh hi, i’m ethan.” ethan awkwardly chuckles before shooting you an awkward look, making you both burst out laughing. “what are you guys laughing at?” ella drunkenly asks.
“nothing ella, it’s just that ethan plays hockey, but that’s not important. cmon let’s get you home,” you say.
“what does him playing hockey have to do with anything?” ella asks
“ella do you not remember what you just said?” you chuckle. “no?” she says, making both you and ethan laugh even harder. ethan helps you bring emma around the house and into your car.
once you finally get ella settled, he asks you a question, “could i maybe get your number?”
“of course!” you blush, thankful for the darkness so he can’t see your hot cheeks. “i’ll text you. get home safe y/n, okay?” he waves,
“thanks ethan, i’ll see you around.” you smile, before walking over to the other side of the car.
“he’s hot,” ella says, making you face palm. “i wonder if luca knows him,” ella mutters to herself.
#ethan edwards#ethan edwards x diabetic#ethan edwards imagine#ethan edwards x reader#ethan edwards blurb#hockey blurb#hockey imagine#umich hockey#michigan hockey
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NCT 00 LINE REACTION TO YOU WALKING UP TO THEM NAKED !
JENO.
Working out was something Jeno did all the time. Not only did he want to keep his body in top shape, but he also found it very relaxing and it helped clear his mind. He would usually go to the gym downstairs, but today he didn’t want to leave the dorms. He grabbed his mat and set up in his room. He began stretching to help him ease through his workout. You, however, had different plans for him. He had airpods in, so he didn’t hear when you walked in. He did, however, see your reflection in the window right in front of him. He took one airpod out of his ear, stopping his music. “Do my eyes deceive me…or?” He turns around slowly, a smile forming itself on his beautiful lips. You were completely naked in front of him, completely vulnerable. His eyes raked up and down your figure, never finding a flaw. You were perfect in his eyes. You were perfect for him. “I was going to lift some weights, but I think I could work out a different way. Care to be my gym buddy?”
JAEMIN.
He was in the kitchen cooking when you got home. Being the only one who didn’t have a schedule that day, the other members made sure he did something productive for them. You exchanged a quick kiss and went into your shared bedroom to change into some pajamas. You pulled your shirt over your head and thought back to all the videos you had been watching on tiktok throughout the day. One particular challenge pricked the back of your mind. Of course you wouldn’t film it, but you always wondered how Jaemin would react to you just walking up to him naked. Would he laugh and tell you to put some clothes on? Would he kiss you and slap your ass? Would he go down on you immediately? Now was the time to figure it out because you finally had a reason and a backup story. You pulled all your clothes off and walked into the kitchen. He was stirring some kind of sauce, but when he heard you enter, he looked up. He whistles loudly, “Damn! That’s my baby.” His eyes scan your body, “If I wasn’t cooking I'd make you scream my name on this counter. Maybe I can save you for dessert hm?” He smiles and gives you a quick wink, making butterflies invade your stomach.
HAECHAN.
He was sitting at his desk playing some kind of violent video games when you walked into his room. Johnny was out having coffee with Yuta, and the dorm was pretty much empty. You weren’t trying to fuck, just see how he would react to you being naked. “Haechannnieee.” Your voice was smooth, sexy, seductive. A grunt comes from him, obviously too focused on his video games to pay any mind to you. “Look” you knew it sounded like you were pouting, but he was still turned away, facing the computer screen. “Let me finish this round.” His fingers moved faster on the keyboard. “Bro! Just look!” You shout, throwing your hoodie over the chair to land on his keyboard. He clicks a wrong button. effectively closing out of the game. “HEY! I WAS WINNING!! WHY”D YOU DO TH-” He slams himself back from the desk turning around to shout at you when he stops in his tracks. Oh - Well, hi” His eyes skim over your naked body, admiring every single detail. “Still wanna keep playing your game?” You chuckle and walk towards him, circling him in your arms. His lips immediately go for your neck, sucking bruises into the skin, “You know me better than that y/n, I wanna play with you.”
RENJUN.
The simple fact of Renjun was that he loved to draw. It didn’t matter if it was doodles, sketches, portraits, painting, he loved to do it all. Today he was sat at his desk sketching one his favorites; you. He had drawn you perfectly, it was almost as if you could have come to life on the page. He didn’t need that though, you were real in real life, and you were all his. You walked into his bedroom fresh out of the shower. “Whatcha doin babe?” You ask him, hoping he would look up and see that you weren’t wearing anything, water dripping off you, maybe he could draw that. “Just drawing, why?” Almost as if he was reading your mind he looks up and his pencil goes veering off the page. “Damn it.” His words come out shaky, his mouth going dry at the sight of you. So pretty, so beautiful, water droplets sliding down your skin, making a puddle on the floor. He didn’t even care the carpet was getting wet. “You’re gorgeous, you know that? Oh my God what did I do to deserve you.” He throws his head back and groans. You walk forward to comfort him, kiss him, touch him, but he throws a hand out. “Stop, fuck, please. stay there. I want to draw you. Just like that. Naked, dripping, please. Be my model baby.”
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Can’t feel my face - bllk x fem!Reader N°3
"ARE YOU FREE TONIGHT?",
Shidou asked the woman on the other side of the phone, earning an unsure hum from her. "I don't know. I'm not really in the mood to stitch anyone up tonight", she stated, a soft laugh erupting from the man on the other end. "No, no. I clearly won't fight tonight. But I'm feeling better than yesterday. I went to the doc' and he said the wound was stitched up well. Thanks for that, Angel." She told him that it was no big deal, even though it kind of was.
"Sooo, I thought as a 'Thank you' I invite you to a 'kinda-date'. Whatcha think?" Y/N's face shifted into a grimace, not understanding what he meant by 'kinda-date'. "I mean, we go back to blue lock together, since I got some shit to deal with, but we could still have some fun, you know?", he explained, her now understanding what he was getting at. "Blue lock? Is that the name of the underground boxing stuff?", she questioned, Shidou giving her a 'yes' as an answer.
But was it really alright to go with that man? Half of her says no, since she just meet him recently, but the other half want to. Because if she was being honest, when was the last time she really enjoyed herself or had fun? But going without Sae? He wouldn't be happy to hear that.
But why does she care about his opinion so much? It's not like he is her parent. She is a grown woman and can do whatever the hell she wants.
So, she decided to tag along with him. They agreed to meet at her place, since Shidou already knew where it was, he told her he would pick her up the same day at 11 o'clock.
20 minutes before 11, Shidou already waited in front of Y/N's apartment complex, leaning against his expensive Mercedes-Benz car, impatiently waiting for her to come out of her apartment. HE knew that he was there a bit too early, but he couldn't help himself. The man looked forward to seeing her again the entire day, longing to examine her features. Her beautiful plump lips, that tempted him to attack them with his own, while caressing her flawless body. His fingertips tingled, craving to trace over every single imperfect perfection of her body.
"Hey", he snapped out of his thoughts, eyes shooting up to look for the source of the voice, getting met with the young woman herself. Jumping out of joy in his head, he grinned at her, greeting her back and inspecting her beauty.
She looked lovely. Her hair looking flawless, and her outfit causing him to stare longer than he intended to. To stop himself to not look like a creep, he assisted her into the passenger seat before getting into the driver's seat himself.
Once he started to park out backwards, he placed his hand at the edge of Y/N's seat, turning his head to the back and also getting closer to the young woman, revealing a golden necklace around his neck in the process. His pink orbs carefully observing the area, so he could safely park out.
Y/N couldn't help herself to momentarily stare at the veins on his delicate neck, quickly averting her eyes back onto the road. Not long after driving, she noticed her phone ringing in her bag, pulling it out to inspect the caller ID.
Sae
Fuck. She can't possibly pick up now, fearing that the situation would be quite awkward. Declining his call, she quickly typed out a message to him.
Wsp? I'm busy rn.
Seeing the three dots appear at the bottom of her screen, she waited for his answer.
Nothing. Just wanted to check up on you.
She couldn't help but smile to herself at that, shoving her phone back into her bag, now trying to stir up a conversation with Shidou. "So, what do you need to do at 'Blue Lock'?"
"Since I can't fight tonight, I gotta come up with a replacement, or you lil' buddy Sae will end me", he truthfully answered, getting an understanding nod from the woman in return.
"It's still crazy that you got stabbed right there. Something worse could've happened", she stated, Shidou sparing her a cocky glance. "No need to worry about me, ma. We're all used to this. Pussy's like that guy always come up with some foul shit. But he didn't get off the hook easily anyway, I heard he's knocked out since yesterday."
"Damn." Y/N didn't know what else to say, so she tried to lead the conversation into another direction again. "And is it really alright for you to drive with that arm? I think you shouldn't overdo it."
"Already told you, it's alright, since I got myself a sexy nurse to fix it up." She giggled at his answer, gazing out the window again and seeing the now familiar strip club come into view. Still curious about the building choice, she questioned the handsome male about it, hoping he might know more.
He told her that the owner of the club, Mikage Reo, who owned various clubs, bars, and similar facilities around the country came up with the whole idea of a boxing establishment, but since the idea of boxing he was hoping to make reality wasn't exactly what would fall under the umbrella of legal - he made it as secluded and inconspicuous as possible, which led to it taking place under this club.
At the mention of the name Mikage, Y/N's ears peaked up. Mikage was a well known surname around the country - one of the richest - if not the richest person in the country, swimming in an unbelievable amount of money. So it seemed that this name was not only well known at the 'normal' parts of town but also the underground.
"Mikage? Is he there too?" She was curious, if not excited. Meeting such a rich man was no common experience, maybe she could ask for an autograph - or some money?
"Depends, if 'the Treasure' is on the ring, like today then most likely yes, other than that, he barely shows himself down there. Maybe because he's creeping around upstairs, who knows?", Shidou snickered.
"'The Treasure'? What kind of corny nickname is that?", she asked. " 'The Treasure of Blue Lock', actually, he was the first in the ring, and a good fighter overall, I can't lie. Anytime he's on, the show is always hellaaaa' crazy. That guy's moves are somethin', he'd be a pain in the ass to fight against", Sae admitted, face covering in an unpleased expression.
Parking near the club, Shidou stepped out, aiding Y/N for help like he did before. His arm swung around her shoulder, "Don't go runnin' off anywhere, alright?", he told her, holding her close to himself in a protective manner.
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Entering the place of action again and Y/N basking in Shidou's safe hold, the atmosphere of the room was as cheerful as she had in memory, even spotting some faces she saw the other day, but also new ones.
"Thank God, he showed up", Shidou exhaled in a manner of relief, guiding the two of you to the man who would replace him for the night.
He was tall - well his hair at least, styled up even higher than Shidou's, making him stand out instantly, if not also because of his exaggerating designed jacket, which had a big lion imprinted on one side of it.
His crimson eyes offering anyone near him an intimidating stare, casting off his dominance to everyone around him.
Noticing someone approaching him, he shifted his attention to the two unknown figures. "Yo, King!", Shidou greeted him, earning an irritated grunt from the man. "Why did you take so damn long, antenna head?", his deep voice, straddling the young female.
"And fuck you taking a stripper with you for? You should-", "I'm not no damn stripper, you gorilla", she cut through his words, freeing herself from shidou's hold to stare at the man in front of them, causing him to raise a brow at her bold demeanor. Before he could spit an insult right back, Shidou cut through the tension. "Alllright. C'mon, let's see who you're up against, then get ready."
Barou gave Y/N a dissatisfied look, compiling to Shidou's words. "I already checked, since you took so damn long to get here", Barou said, nodding his chin somewhere into the room, curiosity reflecting in Shidou's eyes.
"Alright Ladies and Gentlemen!", a loud voice and confident echoed through the room, causing everyone in it to turn their attention towards the source. A neatly dressed man with purple eyes and matching shoulder-length hair spoke into the microphone in his hand, a handsome smile plastered on his face. He screamed billionaire.
"I am pleased to announce today's first, and most exciting, match! Today's main actors will be Barou Shoei, the current 'King'! Versus Nagi seishiro, 'Blue Lock's Treasure!" the people cheered and screamed, apparently very pleased with the announced fighters. "You got one hour to place your bets right now at the very front of the entrance! Feel free to go all out!", the purple haired male exclaimed.
Y/N realized who this man was at the very moment she laid eyes on him, suspicions only being proved right by his mention of 'the Treasure' being here. "That's the guy I told you about. Mikage Reo", Shidou leaned near your ear, explaining. "Mr. Monopoly ass", Barou spat out, causing Y/N to let out a giggle.
"Well ain't I got luck!", Shidou exclaimed, clearly happy he doesn't have to deal with the man named Nagi Seishiro. Shidou let out a loud laugh, slapping Barou on the back. Barou's forehead showed visible veins, due to being pissed off from Shidou's action.
Shidou tried to calm down after his long laugh ordeal, speaking up to Barou,
"You're fucked, bro!"
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I adore your teddy!verse! Can I request teddy holding newborn Tilde for the first time and vowing to love her forever? And definitely not Jason and reader tearing up
Bruce held Teddy's hand and squeezed gently, "You okay?" he hummed, kneeling. It had been a long couple days. When his baby sister decided that 2am was the perfect time to start coming, the poor kid had gotten up in the morning to find his grandpa, his aunts and uncles, and Alfred but- no mom and dad.
Then, to top it off, They'd just been gone. Not really able to talk very much. He'd been excited, sure. But waking up to find you both gone without waking him up had been upsetting. And now that he was coming to meet the baby, he wasn't sure how to feel.
"Mama's still gonna love me, right?" he whimpered.
"Have you met your mother?" he teased. "Did you hear her on the phone? She loves you, buddy. And so does your dad. And so does everyone else- Matilda is just going to be very little. And very fragile. She's going to need a lot of looking after, okay?" He wiped a tear off his face and smiled. "I know you're your mom's biggest fan. But I promise, no one will ever be a bigger fan of you than your mom."
"But-"
"I promise," he said gently. "She and your dad are going to love you, didn't they promise you that?"
He nodded, smiling a little, hugging his book a little closer.
"And have they ever made a promise they didn't keep?"
Teddy shook his head and Bruce hugged him, "Then let's go meet Matilda, huh?"
And when they stop at the threshold of your hospital room, Bruce feels his chest ache when Jason carefully lifted up his son to hug him before gently putting him on the bed where you're holding the baby.
"Be gentle," Jason said, ruffling his hair. "The girls have had a long day."
"Hey Teddy Bear," you laugh, pulling him close, kissing his face and making him giggle.
"Ma!" he protested, snuggling into your side anyway.
"Whatcha got, Dude?" Jason asked, taking the book Teddy held out. A tattered copy of Matilda. It looked like it had been through a war. Held together with tape and hope. One you'd given to him. One you'd carried with you when you were little and scared. And when you were homeless and living in a van. The one you'd kept to remind you that you deserved to be loved. And he smiles.
"I wanted Tilde to have it," he murmured, flushing.
You make a soft noise and kiss his head, "You don't want it anymore?"
"I'm not little anymore, mama," he said, looking at the tiny, wrinkled bundle in your arm.
"You're always gonna be little to your mom," Jason chuckled, kissing your head.
"Do you want to hold her?" you ask, snuggling your son.
"But I'll hurt her-"
"No you won't," you soothe, "Com'ere." You let Jason take her for a second and situate Teddy so you can help him support her head. "I'll help you, kay?"
He nods and Jason gently lays her in his arms and adjusts him, "Good job, dude," he rumbled. "Just like that kay?"
"Why's she so wrinkly?"
"Babies are just like that for a while- then they get chubby," you answer, kissing his head.
Teddy considered that for a second and bent down, very carefully to kiss her forehead. The same way you do when you tuck him in. "Love you Tilde," he murmured.
And Bruce is almost thankful Jason is too busy with his kids to be worried about him. Because he isn't sure he could say anything without choking back tears. And he's got time to take pictures.
"Hey, old man," Jason said, giving him a tired smile.
"Everything okay?" Bruce said, swatting Jason's hand away and hugging him.
"Happy and healthy," he said exhaling slowly, turning to watch you with his children, his heart stuttering when you make use of your free hand to open the battered book to read to them. "When Teddy lets her go-"
"I can wait," Bruce chuckled. "Far be it from me to stand between a boy and his book."
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So Perfect ✨🍪
bf!Bucky x baker!female!reader
Reader wants to bake something sweet but life gets in the way, what does her sweetheart boyfriend?
Warning: Fluff, slight swearing, Bucky being the sweetest embodiment of sunshine, kissing (wholesome stuff tho)
Btw, pictures are from Pinterest and dividers and from @firefly-graphics ,if anyone's wondering
"Ah shit!"
Your voice echoed in your kitchen, catching the attention of one super soldier and one furry feline. You turn around as the sound of footsteps grows louder.
"Sweetheart you okay?"
"Yeah I'm okay Buck, just knocked over the baking tray", you sighed. He slowly let out a sigh of relief, seeing that you were unhurt. "Sorry if I startled you, you to Alpine" you chuckled as you felt the white ball of fluff rub against your leg. Bucky's lips split into a small but content small as he gaze was filled with nothing but pure adoration and love for you (and Alpine ofc).
"So what's with the baking tray, you making something?"
"Yup, I thought of making some double chocolate chip cookies today" you replied with a toothy grin.
"God, I haven't had them in ages, the cold weather has really made me crave these things recently"
Ding!! You both turn at the sound of your phone, you reach across the counter top, God dammit, why today of all days, you think. He notices the way your cheery smile melted away.
“Hey what’s wrong? Did something happen?”
You start running around the apartment, gathering everything you need to head to the bakery.
“Yes, we had a pretty big order to do for a party happening this afternoon, my manager just called me in cuz someone didn’t come into work today” You tell him right before giving him a peck on the cheek.
“Sorry I have to leave like this but I’ll try to be back as soon as possible, bye sweetie”
And before he knew it you were already slamming the door shut.
“Guess it’s just me and you for today, huh buddy” he whispers to the furball, but just before he left the kitchen, he was struck with a brilliant idea.
“It can’t be that hard”
Biggest understatement of 2023…
“Babe I’m home…”, your words slowly drift away as you take in your surroundings.
You get back to a scene that can be only described as a room rampaged by a tornado. Sludges that slightly resemble attempts at cookie dough on the floor and the counter top, some unknown liquid splashed near the microwave (probably melted butter by the smell of it).
"Heyyyy love…” you start, your eyes wander around the place and then back to your sulking boyfriend, sitting on the floor, back against the fridge, looking like a kicked puppy. God, your heart clenched in your chest as you stepped closer to your love. As you stepped closer you noticed tiny brown nibs gathered in his hand as he continued chewing. Then it all clicked.
“Whatcha got there?” you questioned with a soft smile. “Chocolate chips, apparently ready made ingredients are the only thing I can be trusted with, cuz I can’t change them and burn the kitchen down like 25 times in the process.” He paused, pondering on the question if he should admit his failure or just wallow in silence until the topic changes. He reluctantly chose the first option.
“I attempted making those cookies you love and as you can clearly tell my cooking skills are shit, I’m sorry for messing up the kitchen”
You stood there in silence, ignoring the fact that it only made Bucky's anxiety spike.
“You were trying to make those cookies… for me?”
Your heart melted, if anyone was to look into your eyes they'd swear they saw little hearts, floating around in them every time you laid eyes on him. Especially at this moment. You didn’t know what to do first, kiss him, hug him, let him know everything was fine, tell him we can clean up together. Where your heart once was, was now a, what you envisioned to be, a puddle of goo, resembling the cookie dough Bucky was getting out of the fridge.
“I bought this first in case things went south as they so clearly did” she nervously chuckled while signalling to the mess around them.
"I know it won't be the same but I wanted to make you something to show my appreciation, and I thought you’d be tired after all the work you did today"
You didn’t care. The mess around them could wait, you thought. This was perfect. The soft brown curls framing his face, the way his gaze lingered like hers, the melted chocolate lightly lining the rim of his soft cupid’s bow, the way his wrinkled forehead glistened with sweat, a thin dusting of flour sticking to his jawline. You could go on and on. Everything felt just right. Your hand came out to clasp the box, placing it on the counter top alongside the clutter. Bucky's eyes slowly followed your movement, confused by his sweetheart's action.
Your hands now reached out to his face, bringing his face closer… and closer… until the space between them vanished as their lips were flush against each other. Taken by surprise, it took him a solid second to respond by closing his eyes and melting into your warm, _ touch, his hands - one warm and one cold - slowly gliding up to cup your reddened cheeks.
Every single thought in his head vanished into a cloud of smoke, it became hazy. A feeling of utter euphoria took over as his anxious thoughts disappeared one by one. But your head was swimming with thoughts, how his well kept-beard pricked your fingers, how he smells and tastes of a hint of chocolate, how his shallow - almost winded breaths was seraphic music to your ears. The thought of breathing slowly entered your mind as your lack of oxygen was beginning to become more clear, but you didn’t want it to stop. You wanted to take a picture of this precious moment and keep it in your mind, where it’ll shine like gold in your memories. You two finally pulled apart, already missing each others’ warmth after what felt like hours. Oxygen finally came back as the _ silence was interrupted by your laboured breaths…
You were the first to speak.
"God I think I just fell in love with you all over again"
The way Bucky looked at you was ineffable. This time it was his eyes that were filled to the brim with floating hearts. He slowly grinned and you swear his face was just lit up by invisible spot lights.
“You look so pretty when you smile” you whisper, not wanting to disturb the moment, as you tapped his scrunched nose.
He chuckles.
“Not prettier than you sweetheart”
"Thank you” you whispered, not wanting to disrupt the calm and quiet of their little kitchen. Not wanting to disrupt the Bucky's unfaltering gaze into the deep caverns of your magnificent eyes. You gazed back into his deep sea ones, your burning gaze then slowly drifting to his soft lips, then his rosy cheeks, then back to the cerulean eyes. If you were told he was just a figment of your imagination, you'd have believed it. Because there is no way that a being so perfect as him could exist on the same plane as you.
“No problem”
This is my first time posting the stuff I write so I hope y'all enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it 💖
@bit-dodgy-innit and @pleasurebuttonwrites finally posted this, thank you for your advice 💖
@jadedvibes this was a super fun challenge, thanks for setting this up 😁
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the west wing, 20 hours in america, sentence starter meme.
You know the story about the guy whose cars gets stuck in a muddy hole. A farmer comes along and says he'll pull the car out of the mud but he's going to have to charge 50 bucks 'cause this is the tenth time he's had to pull it out of the mud today. The driver says, "God, when to you have time to plow your land, at night?" The farmer says, "No, no. Nighttimeis when I fill the whole with water."
Why aren't you there?
It's tough to explain.
[name] has trouble concealing his displeasure.
Stepped on it.
You seem pissed that I brought it up.
When somebody can give me an answer to that question, I'll let you know.
I am lightened up. This is me lightened up. You're saying lighter?
You want to lighten up a little?
Speaking of health and fitness...
I had half a grapefruit.
You think I'm lying?
You've been up the past two nights and I don't want a zombie.
Go to sleep.
I'm kidding. that was a joke. I kid because I love.
No kidding, it feels good out here.
You sure i'm not taking you away from something you need to be doing?
You have a second job?
This is fun. We're roughing it.
Remember some of that stuff I said, okay?
Yeah. Doesn't sound quite right, though, does it?
Just out of curiosity, what do you think would happen?
I'm not very easily impressed.
Yeah, you know what? Sue me.
It's a-a common mistake.
How did...? I don't understand.
What is this, a joke?!
Okay, this is a whole new thing now. My guys are going to need to walk this off a bit before they can regroup.
No, I'm sorry buddy. I know you're supposed to be sleeping today.
I don't know what it is you do in there.
Welcome to the club, partner. We got jackets.
You ever love so much it hurts? Like, physically hurts?
It's not intellect, it's memory. It's a different gift. A wonderful one. I've never had it.
I make fun of the French as much as anybody and I don't even know what that meant.
Elitist, feminist-- you can't do that to the English language.
Several of the men I've dated haven't yet gotten over their fear of frogs.
Option one is we make a joke out of it.
We make a joke out of it? What would we have to do to it to make...?
What's your specialty?
No, I mean I can't believe you're considering doing it.
I didn't know you were superstitious.
How long have we been talking about this now?
Okay, let's not tell anybody that.
Whatcha' doin' on the floor?
I'm sitting here listening, already I've turned to a life of crime.
And they're using Act V scene from Hamlet? Are these Batman villians?
300 IQ points between them-- they can't find their way home.
I swear to God, if [name] wasn't there, they'd have to buy a house.
I don't know. I'm a puzzle.
We'd rather people didn't exercise common sense but I agree with what you're saying.
You know I can hear you, right?
I'm in your corner.
You call me a liar to my face?
Well, I'm afraid we're at a classic impasse, [name].
You were strange the first time I met you, and you're strange now.
Hey, the first time you met me there was a good reason.
My powers of deduction are not to be mocked.
That come with tights and a cap?
I'm going to figure it out anyway. What I lack in memory, I more than make up for with exceptional powers of deductive reasoning.
By the way, my powers of ordering are a joke.
Ah, you pulled the switcheroo.
You are so heartbreakingly easy at the end of the day.
You deceived me.
You played upon my love for you.
I'm going to make fun of you while you do, okay?
Did you have other plans?
As a matter of fact, I did. I was planning a quiet night...
If you ask me, it's soft porn. No one needs to massage garlic oil into a leg of lamb that much, on top of which...
You know anything about chaos theory?
Let me get you home. I don't think you're going to make it.
Good writers borrow from other writers. Great writers steal from them outright.
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@zenjestrr said:
speaking of the lantern, try inspecting it
Oh shit ty for the reminder! I noticed that was an action option on the lantern and meant to check it a bit back and then forgot.
Whatcha got for me, buddy?
Narrator: The lantern gives off a chilly glow, protecting all in its vicinity from the surrounding shadows. You notice a tiny pixie trapped within. [INTELLIGENCE] These fey creatures are infamous for their trickery - sometimes playful, sometimes malicious.
Hm. Well that's a bit fucked up.
Having been noticed, the pixie begins to speak, in a high squeaky voice with great urgency. "Oh please, oh golly, me-oh-my! You must release me or I'll die! This lantern only lights the way when I am hurting night and day!"
It would probably be better for the pixie if Hector hadn't JUST been dealing with all of Raphael's weird rhymes as well. As it is, between that and his own intelligence check, he is skeptical.
He does get a cleric line here though. [GOOD CLERIC] "You poor thing, why would someone hurt you so?"
(A/N: I don't remember ever picking an alignment for Hector. I'm assuming the GOOD modifier there comes from Selune? Or is it based on actions Hector's taken thus far?)
"My pixie dust is bright as day; my injuries can light the way!" squeaks the pixie.
Karlach frowns. "I know the feeling," she says sadly. "We've got to set her free."
Well. That settles that; after hearing Karlach's perspective on it, he's hardly going to do anything else - but it doesn't change the fact that they need this lantern or they're all going to get obliterated by the curse (except maybe Shadowheart). They need more information.
"Who are you?" Hector asks the pixie.
"My name?" squeaks the pixie. "My name is Dolly thrice. Now won't you free me from this vice?"
Hector rubs the back of his neck thoughtfully. "I need protection from this curse," he says cautiously. "If I release you, will you help me travel through the shadows?"
The pixie's voice jumps yet another octave in excitement. "It would be my pleasure, truly! Once I'm freed I'll help you duly!"
Hector glances at the others uncertainly. This feels like a terrible idea - it's all too possible that the thing is tricking them. But it goes against his own instincts to leave a thinking creature imprisoned like this, even for his own benefit, and even if it didn't, Karlach's hangdog, worried expression would be enough to convince him. He can't let anything stand that puts that expression on her face.
Release the pixie.
The cage of the lantern swings open and the pixie erupts outwards from it, the glow around her fading as she moves. She settles into the air at his eye level - a woman's form, purple in both skin and dress.
"FINALLY!" she cries. Freed from her prison, she is no longer putting on a squeaky, innocent act; her voice is about two octaves lower now, and coarse as sandpaper. "Been trapped in that coffin with no one but a mad drider and my own farts for company." She squints at Hector thoughtfully. "Did me a good turn there, didn't you? What do I owe you?"
"I need to get through this shadow curse," Hector repeats patiently, watching anxiously for any sign that the tiny creature is going to abandon them. "Can you help?"
"Sure, I caaaan," she says cheerfully. "But will I?"
She waits just long enough to watch the expression of alarm flash onto Hector's face. Then she laughs. "Yeah, sure, why not."
"Here. Give this bell a shake, speak the magic words, and you'll get what you've earned. Protection from the shadow curse; what more could a dingus want?"
Turning, she zips off into the darkness without waiting for a response. "You're welcome!"
True to her word, everyone on the team now has an (apparently permanent) buff:
This is actually huge, since it means Hector no longer has to carry the moonlantern as his active equipment and can stop doing unarmed strikes in combat in dark areas. A little less ideal for anyone in the Harpers who was expecting to use this lantern when/if we get back, but we'll cross that bridge when we come to it.
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Amanita hummed happily to themself, gathering flowers into their arms. Why were they gathering flowers? Well, they had to give them to someone. They couldn't remember who, so they figured they'd better just give some flowers to everyone they could find. And everybody liked flowers, right?
A pair of voices sliced through the air. Ah, there were their first targets! Listening carefully, they recognized the voices as Caity and... and...
They saw the red-and-black clown come around the corner. Right, Clown. They picked out a rose and a sunflower, then darted up to the pair. "Hey!"
Clown stopped, his shoulders hunching. "Oh... Hi, Amanita," he said flatly.
Caity, meanwhile, smiled at them. "Hey, Nita! Whatcha got there?"
"I was... I picked flowers." They held the sunflower out to Caity first.
She accepted it happily, tucking it into her hair and telling them, "It's so pretty! Thank you."
Clown tried to slip away, but they quickly handed him the rose. "Don't..." They paused. "For you too."
"Ah." He shoved it into his inventory. "I like black roses better."
Caity shot him a look. Maybe confused? Amanita was confused too, but they started to realize something as he walked away.
They turned to Caity, frowning. "Why does Clown- Why does he hate me? Did I do... or, well- forget something?"
She hesitated. "I don't know... I mean, I don't think he hates you. I dunno why he would. But I don't know him very well."
"Hmmm." Amanita looked down at the bouquet in their hands. "Okay. Bye."
Then they walked away, collecting flowers as they went and thinking of a plan.
Someone who knew Clown better. They tried to remember people they'd seen him with. They thought he didn't have many friends. Maddie? Was she his friend? Or was it Kab...?
Well, they could see Kab right now. She was in a house. Probably her house, actually. They looked down at their bundle of flowers. She liked blue, right? She was wearing blue. This blue bell-shaped flower would be good.
With flower in hand, focusing on the thing they had to ask Kab, they walked up to the door and knocked.
"Oh, shit- Be there in a second," Kab called, and Amanita heard the sounds of several things being knocked over. Or shoved into a chest. Or both. They covered their ears to dull the noise.
Once it had ended, Kab opened the door. "Oh, hi, lil' buddy!" She grinned. "You've got a flower for me?"
They nodded, tossing it to her. "It's- I'm trying to... Uh..." Oh, the one thing they had come to ask. "Shit."
Kab snickered. "Aren't you, like, ten? Oh, you probably learned that from me... Pyro's gonna be pissed."
Amanita tilted their head. "But... Not important," they decided abruptly. "I remember. Why does... Yeah, why does Clown hate me?"
She stiffened angrily. "How am I supposed to know? Probably 'cause he's a stupid asshole," she snapped. "Don't- Just don't worry about him, okay? His opinion doesn't matter."
"Oh." They drooped slightly. "But he keeps... avoiding me. You weren't the- I was wrong."
"What's that supposed to-" Kab stopped herself, taking a deep breath. Her voice was strained, but calmer when she asked, "Wrong about what, lil' buddy?"
"I wanted- I thought you were his friend," Amanita explained. "Well, it kind of... I mixed you up. With, uh, Maddie?"
"Ah." Her expression darkened. "Right. Maddie is his friend! Yes, right, of course she is," Kab spat.
...She was definitely angry at them. But they weren't sure why. "Do you... Kab, do you hate Clown?"
"I do. I really do. I hate his smug fuckin' face and his stupid words and the way he's taking away my-" Again, she stopped herself. This time, she didn't start talking again until she'd turned around and went back to what she was doing before Amanita had come over.
They were almost going to leave when she quietly said, "You should stay away from him, Amanita. Maybe it's better if he doesn't like you. I don't... I don't want to know what he could do to you."
Some strange feeling congealed in their gut. Were they angry, too? "I'm... sorry. For asking," they told her flatly.
Kab's head snapped towards them. "Lil' buddy, wait-"
They ignored her, shoving their way out the door and running into the field.
There were a couple of people nearby. Pyro and Rae. They didn't think they'd given them flowers yet. But suddenly, they didn't even want to give out flowers any more. They just wanted to go lay down for a while.
#quinn originals#ksmp#kaboodle smp#writing#my writing#so many tags#also sorry about caity shes probably very ooc#ive only watched one ksmp stream with her in it#and she wasnt the main focus of that stream#i hope im not overdoing amanitas forgetfulness#its been so long since i posted my writing (or at least it feells like it) and i keep finding things to apologize about#im so insecure and shy *blushes and runs away facefirst into a metal pole*#OH ONE MORE THING#i really like the idea of kab saying lil buddy :3#especially to (i think) the only person here who's younger than her at this point in time
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swear to be overdramatic and true (to my lover)
Eddie leans closer, attempting a peak at what he’s making. Buck gently shoves him away. Partially because he wants it to be a surprise, partially because he doesn’t want Eddie’s bad luck infesting his soup.
“Are you kicking me out of my own kitchen?” When Buck just smirks and nods, Eddie continues. “That is so rude, I take back the good lookin’ comment.”
(or, the buddie soup fic not a single person wanted)
“Whatcha’ cookin’ good lookin’?” Eddie drawls, startling Buck so hard he almost cuts a finger off.
Eddie rushes forward, his face twisted with apologetic worry, but Buck waves him off.
“I love it when you objectify me.” Buck says, turning towards the stove. The butter has melted in his Le Creuset (he brought his own from home, Eddie thinks they are a waste of money) signaling it’s time for the onions. He dumps them in and they produce a sizzle that’s music to Buck’s ears.
Eddie leans closer, attempting a peak at what he’s making. Buck gently shoves him away. Partially because he wants it to be a surprise, partially because he doesn’t want Eddie’s bad luck infesting his soup.
“Are you kicking me out of my own kitchen?” When Buck just smirks and nods, Eddie continues. “That is so rude, I take back the good lookin’ comment.”
“Can’t take back the truth, Eds!” Buck sings songs, knowing Eddie produces the fattest eye-roll without even needing to look.
It had been a weird day for them both, Hen taking over for Bobby has thrown them for a loop. Not a bad one, she’s an incredible leader, it’s just different, so he and Eddie wanted to unwind after their shift.
Typically, they would do this with their favorite boy, Chris. He, however, is now a too cool pre-teen who wanted to go to a slumber party, instead of hanging with his dad and his Buck.
Both men pretended like this didn’t hurt their feelings. (Who are they kidding?)
Which is why Buck is now testing out a new recipe over at Eddie’s.
Cooking is the one escape Buck has outside of his job. It centers him, giving him peace and comfort. The different tasks soothing his overanalyzing mind. Although the fact that he only cooks when he’s with Eddie, may aid to the joy he finds in cooking. Just maybe.
“How do you feel about Hen being captain?” Eddie asks, a little gentle, as if he’s trying not to spook Buck.
Buck knows why he’s asking, he had a tiny tantrum about not even being considered. It was just frustrating to hear that no one believes you could lead.
But, after mulling it over, he knows everyone is right. He’s still learning everyday, and he’s too reckless to lead an entire team. He’s getting better though. Truly thinking before acting, out-weighing the pros and cons before a stunt. Always considering who is waiting for him at home.
Bobby not choosing him, is just making him want to be better, so that one day Bobby will choose him.
“She’s incredible. I know I got a little pissy,”
“A little?” Eddie interrupts, eyebrows raised, Buck ignores him.
“I swear I’m good though. I know what you meant, and I wasn’t the right choice. Or couch, or whatever.” Eddie laughs behind him, the sound rumbling through Buck’s chest. Buck hides his smile, turning to check the onions again.
They are caramelizing nicely. Patience is key.
“I’m glad. Plus Captain Wilson is a million times better than Captain Han.” Buck throws his head back in laughter, Eddie joining him. Then he raises his beer bottle.
“Amen to that.” They clink bottles, the sound echoing through the room.
Ever since Eddie came back to the 118- came back to Buck, things have shifted. The line in the sand is erased as they continue to push boundaries. Going past being ‘best friends’ and into something more. Something better.
Buck has always been too pushy, wanting more, more, more. But this, this is something he will not ruin. He won’t push this. He’s going to let it happen naturally, allow Eddie the time before this happens.
And it will happen. Buck is sure of it, and from the way Eddie looks at him, Buck knows he’s sure of it too.
So, here they are, two grown men not addressing their feelings, or longing touches, or every other little thing that screams their love.
Which isn’t avoidance. Buck knows how other people view them. Seeing them as grossly co-dependent (which is true), claiming they are just oblivious to their feelings.
But they aren’t. Buck isn’t, and he knows Eddie isn’t either. They’re just biding their time. Healing, getting better, so that when the time comes, nothing can destroy them. Together till’ the end. That’s the deal.
“Buckley, I think your onions are burning.” Eddie’s voice, and his words snapping Buck out of his thoughts.
“Oh shit, fuck!” Peering into the pot he sees his onions are fine, perfect even, the golden vegetables glistening in the harsh kitchen lights.
Eddie is apparently just a dick.
“I will hurt you.” Buck tells him, half-joking, before adding the red wine.
It splashes up, the red wine a gorgeous contrast to the light interior of the pot. He sprinkles in some flour so the mixture will thicken.
As he stirs it, he breaks up the clumps of flour. Evenly distributing it. Eddie just stands there, quietly watching, hooked on his every move.
Buck blushes under the attention, thankful for once, of the orange tinted lights in Eddie’s kitchen.
Once thickened, he pours in his beef broth, the onslaught of liquid going quickly, hitting him the face slightly. He laughs as a few droplets hit his face.
Covering the pot, he allows the soup to simmer.
In a blink of an eye, Eddie is there. Pushing him up against the counter (away from the stove, so Buck doesn’t burn in a fit of passion) effectively trapping him.
“What mmpf-“ Buck’s words quite literally get swallowed up by Eddie’s mouth.
Eddie is pressing up against Buck, chests touching, legs slotted together as he pushes Buck back.
While confused, he definitely isn’t going to stop this. Kissing Eddie is something he’s wanted to do since the competent fucker joined the 118. So, he happily obliges.
He brings his hands to Eddie’s waist. Hands stroking his sides, desperately craving to touch any part of Eddie he can.
Eddie deepens the kiss at this, nearly drinking Buck in. Buck lets him, keeping his hands to steady himself, giving into whatever Eddie wants.
He pulls away slowly, still not breaking contact.
“What was that for?” Buck asks embarrassingly out of breath. Eddie smirks up at him, keeping Buck trapped between the counter and his muscular body.
Buck wouldn’t mind being here forever.
“You’re just-“ Eddie runs a hand through his hair. “You.”
“Me?” Buck asks, incredulous. Eddie just smiles, the specific smile reserved for Buck before he leans down again, this time just a few pecks.
“Yes, you. Always you. Forever.” Now he’s kissing all along Buck neck, sucking a mark on the juncture of his collarbone. Sure to be dark and beautiful by tomorrow.
Buck honestly doesn’t know how to respond to that. No one has ever chosen him. Stayed. It’s been difficult to unlearn the notion that everyone will leave him. But he has been, and a huge part of that is because of Eddie.
“Why?” He asks, insecurity shining through
Eddie pulls back so he’s looking directly into Buck’s eyes.
“Because Buck, you’re my best friend. Ever since I’ve met you, you’ve been helping me, there for me. Expecting nothing in return. God- you’re the best partner I’ve ever had. Not just at work, at everything. We’ve been raising Chris together for years. You excitedly called me at three a.m, just to tell me about a new dinosaur exhibit that Chris would love.”
Eddie cups Buck’s face. “You’re even here right now, cooking for me. Holy-fuck Buck.” Eddie’s eyes are intense, and Buck has the sudden urge to deflect.
“Domesticity does it for you?” Buck has to bite his swollen lip to keep from laughing. Eddie lifts his hand, cups Buck’s chin, then uses his thumb to massage Buck’s bottom lip.
“You do it for me.” Buck can’t tear his gaze from Eddie’s, even as it burns him thoroughly with the pure love in his eyes.
“I love you. I love you, and I love Christopher. And I’d make you soup everyday to show that.” Eddie laughs, throwing his head back. It’s the most gorgeous sight Buck has ever seen, so he joins him.
They trade kisses, and soft laughs, until Buck remembers to check on his soup.
“Don’t laugh! If this burns I will never forgive you.” Eddie keeps laughing, Buck glares at him.
Taking the lid off, the aroma fills the room. The soup is still bubbling, almost as if it's talking. Buck smiles, happy, ecstatic even. It's perfect. And so is the soup.
[soup soup soup! here is this. happy 911 day!]
#buddie fic#buddie#911 show#911 fox#evan buckley#eddie diaz#911 fic#911 fanfic#tv: 911#fic#buddie 911#fanfic#buck x eddie#soup is a metaphor
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You know what I love the idea of?
Bakugou and Mina being hand-holding buddies.
You can’t tell me that as Mina latches herself on to bkg and they grows as friends and grow trust that these two people who, most likely, have a fear of hurting someone by touching them with their quirks, don’t bond.
Like, bkg produces nitroglycerin as sweat, we know this. He, especially as he gains friends and changes, is probably afraid of hurting someone with his sweat. Whether it be by making someone prone to explosions or just idk poisoning them?
Then there’s Mina. From what I know we haven’t really seen anything saying that she ever felt negatively towards her quirk but you can’t tell me that someone who produces literal acid, especially as a kid when she couldn’t control it that well, she wasn’t afraid of hurting someone. She wants to be a hero, why wouldn’t she be afraid of hurting someone? Accidents happen too, and when she first got her quirk it must’ve been hard, and she never would want to hurt someone like that.
So I introduce:
Mina and Bakugou build enough trust in each other that when their anxious or feeling shitty they hold each others hand. It’s such a small action to anybody else, but to these two who are incredibly scared to hold people’s hands invade they hurt them, it means so much that they can relate and trust each other enough to do this
Idk it makes sense to me tell me whatcha think
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Why are we here again? Oh, right! The Oracle.
Sorry we're late. Unless we're not late because... we didn't schedule, so much as we were... prophesized? Can you be late if you're prophesized? I feel like a prophecy that didn't account for my habits probably wouldn't be a very good prophecy.
Is the Elder Mist one of the other two? Because he does prophecies and shit, so you'd imagine he counts.
Yeah, we're pretty much fucked sideways. You don't have any ideas, do you? Because all I've got is "Hit it really, really hard" and "Something something Live Magic something non-Solstice peeps?"
Though I wonder how the Dweller's biology would interact with the Vampire Rose....
"I was just going to give you some Fortune Cookie shit and send you on your way but no, this is actually important."
Okay, but if they accuse me of anything... pretty much at all since we started our journey, you should know they're a filthy liar and need to keep their mouths shut. I have been a perfectly upstanding lady since I left Zenith Academy.
Wow, there was water nearby for a lot of the things I allegedly said or did, now that I think about it.
I will drown you in your waterfall if you speak like that to her again
I don't care if you're a fish, I'll break off some of this coral and shove it up your gills.
It's okay, Serai. We still adore and accept you. Fuck this guy. We can break his stuff on the way out.
Especially those two whirlpool salt shakers. Those look like they'd be a lot of fun to smash.
Wow, that sucks. Thanks, dickweed.
Oh, there was more. Okay. That is. Actually. Way more actionable than the prophecies that the Elder Mist gave us. My bad.
Garl gets all of the best prophecies.
I don't like where this is going. Just tell me how painful it's going to be. I'm sure I probably deserve it but I don't want to be surprised when it comes.
Hold up, the big mystery about that thing is a door? Because that's. Uh. That's not. What it looks like. From where I'm standing.
Are we going to talk about that? Because it's very obviously a mystery and I would like to know what it does.
Oh thank the moon
I gotta be honest, I had zero confidence in our ability to win that. I was willing to try. But I was pretty sure we were screwed.
But now that we know definitively that we're screwed, we can for sure cross "Do Violence in Its Direction" off the list of options and focus our time solely on pursuing alternatives.
As much as I love to do violence at problems, not everything should be solved by setting it on fire. Because some things are non-flammable. Sage wisdom.
If there was some way we could stop the ritual from bringing the Dweller back to begin with, that would do it. But it's too fucking late for--
...
...
Psst. Garl. Demand a Flask of Borrowed Time from the Oracle. Do it for me. Please.
OHHHHHHHHHHHH
Oracle is getting on Zale's ass about that.
Yeah, Zale. Whatcha waiting on? I'm ready to accept your concession towards lunar supremacy any time, buddy.
...
Oh.
Well.
I'm sure I deserve it but at least I won't be surprised when it comes. That's all I needed to hear.
._. I'm gonna try to enjoy dinner tonight. A lot.
._. I tried to do that but we got this very pretty seashell instead and then i had to share.
why are you picking on me i have done nothing wrong
wasn't my imminent doom enough
okay
i will go through the waterfall and die now thank you for your time
also your prophecies are very mean and i want to file a complaint
i did not like that visit at--
OOH Portal-looking thing. You think this is some kind of portal? It looks like a portal. But we're missing some kind of doodad.
I wonder if it's part of Antsudlo's mechanism or if there's something else that's--
FUCK.
I was supposed to drown that fish. Somehow I completely forgot about that. Sorry, Serai. I'll kill the next person who looks at you funny.
#sea of stars#drake plays sea of stars#very rude prophecies#i would like to speak to his manager#he did not promise me fame and societal praise so i think he might be defective
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