#[lets out a sigh like a tired dog in the vents] :'{

[vents-anon]

stupid question, but what do you all think i should go to school for?

i have a rare heart disease that prevents me from doing anything too physical, which is annoying because i really like to cook, and i'd love to get into the trades.

man, i can't even get into acting, which used to be my passion as a teenager, and my dad is about three seconds away from cutting my phone off since i'm "on it too much."

also i'm horrifically depressed and trapped in a horrible bubble of indicision thanks to my unmedicated adhd.

plus my parents are going to be retiring soon-ish and while we're not struggling, money isn't exactly free-flowing. especially not when there are FOUR kids in the house.

i just need to set my sights on something that can at least get me started because apparently an arts and sciences degree isn't enough.

i'm not asking for money, i just need suggestions.

p.s. before anybody suggests university, i'm WAY too poor AND stupid for university.

[smallestapplin]

Do you think Overlord from transformers would be type of guy "I love kinda of woman who can beat the sh t out of me"

Ok ok soo i imagine cybertronian reader who was able to beat the sh t out of Overlord who's now in love with cybertronian reader.

What would her team aka the lost light would react to this 😂😂

This had me cackling. Also I apologize I know you said fem but I don't know how to make the gender important to the story (I'm gender blind I'm so sorry.)

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- you beating Overlord's aft was a miracle and a half. You utilized his pride and slowness against him, though struggling more than you'd like to admit, you managed to out pace him and put the large bot in his place.

- "I don't know what I did! I beat his aft and now he won't leave me alone! I even tell him off and that just seems to get him more interested!" Is what you cry to Rodimus about.

- "I'm gonna be real with you, I don't know how to help you with that. I mean, at least he's not going off the rails and starting fights?" It's all he's got. You know he's right, but it doesn't help you one bit, so yog end up groaning and slumping over in your seat. Roddy tries to pat your back and show you some cool earth thing he has, before Overlord finds you, and coos about how worried he was when you weren't in your habsuite, and glares at Rodimus.

- Overlord still tries to fight everyone, and by Primus Megatron gets it the worst, but he's happy all that's needed is for you to angrily yell Overlord's name and call him back like a dog. Megatron always breathes a sigh of relief when your enraged voice echoes through the room, calling for Overlord to "bring you aft over here right now, I swear to primus if I have to put down my report!-" and watch as the equally large bot instantly drops his fighting stance, rushing over to you, looking far too happy and pleased to be called by you (even if you aren't'.)

- You're tired, you just want to do you job and go about your day, not wake up from a statis to the large blue mech over you, holding a thing of energon for you and asking to spar.

- Ratchet and First Aid hear and see it the most, and believe Ratchet gives you high an audio processor full. You send Overlord to the med bay frequently, and he can't even scold the bot into being more careful cause he's not even listening! He has to deal with Overlord staring at you and not even hearing him.

- First Aid tries to help in that regard, explaining to you that this is getting out of servo, but Overlord nearly throws a medical berth at him for it, only stopping when you glare at him.

- "I fight him, he likes it, I ignore him, he likes that too! Nothing I do sends the massage home for him."

- Ultra Magnus wants to help, trust him he does! This is classified as harassment and he swore to always help his crew members....but....you are literally the only thing keeping Overlord docile, and First Aid and Rodimus have already reported that Overlord does try to swing at them for interfering.

It's safer for everyone to not, after all you seem to handle yourself just fine! You're a strong bot that can handle one of the strongest gladiators in history! He lets you vent as much as you need, but eventually has to tell you he can help once Overlord oversteps.

- Lucky you, you don't have to worry about that. Overlord is obsessed with beating you in battle, but also he loves fighting you, you carry yourself with such strength and confidence once against him, he's smitten. With your speed, to him, it makes your battles feel like a dance! Your movements and skill have him smitten, as does your attitude, your fire and sass have him weak in the knees.

- Prowl is somehow your only ride or die here, he's more worried about what Overlord could do but doesn't think before shouting at him to give you space or to frag off, the temperamental officer goes into protective mode when it comes to you.

- Overlord does not like Prowl because of this, but you cling to your friend in thanks.

- "It's every damn cycle, don't you have a hobby!? Frag I don'tknow, watch a movie, pick up blacksmithing, SOMETHING!" Prowl barely has time to dodge a swift punch, but he manages, and next thing you know there does the fourth table of the week, followed by more shouting, and you having to yell for Overlord to knock it off.

- Rung is definitely getting good use as a therapist, he's trying his best to give you coping skills to help ease your frustrations with your situation, and while they work, you just come back to tell him you came back to your habsuite to Overlord on your berth, and pulling you into his lap.

- "It's rude he didn't ask before doing so."

- "AND THEN HE ASKED TO SPARK BOND, CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT!?"

- "Oh my, he asked to spark bond-"

- Even just trying to have a professional conversation with you turns into a chore, not because of you, but because of the angry look guard dog standing behind you, glaring down at anyone speaking to you.

[avatar-anna]

Workday Blues

2024 Masterlist

i wrote this weeks ago after a co-worker had me seeing red lol

"I just don't get it, H," you sighed, leaning back against the leather seat of your car as you waited for the light to change. Your voice felt strained, and you knew you sounded whiny, but you couldn't help it. After a long shift at work, you told yourself you reserved the right to complain. "Why can't people just, I don't know, do the job they showed up to do and get paid for?"

"I'm sorry, bub," Harry said, his voice tinny as it filled up your car. "Did you talk to your manager?"

You scoffed. "There's no point, but I swear I wanted to tell them I didn't want to work that shift anymore. I'm just so sick of—of—doing more than what's required of me and not being compensated for it."

Harry remained quiet over the phone. At this point in your relationship, he knew when you wanted his advice and when you just needed to vent about your job. The latter happened more and more as of late. Sometimes you felt bad for being so negative, but after nine hours of being overly positive as a restaurant server, you didn't have much positivity left in you.

"Need me to leave you a review again?" Harry finally asked.

Despite your exhaustion, you smiled. "What's that, now? The third one this month?"

"Fourth. Three and a half. I had Mitch leave one after the, what did you call it, 'influencer incident?'" he asked, referring to an afternoon where someone tried to pay for their meal by posting a video online.

"Hm. I'll have to bring him a slice of pie the next time I visit the studio."

"Hey, what about me? Where's my pie?"

Grin widening a bit, you said, "I'll give you something better."

"And...how far from home are you now?"

"Pulling in right now. I'll see you inside."

You pulled into the home you shared with Harry, resting your forehead against the steering wheel once the car was in park. Your feet hurt, you smelled like the food your restaurant served, and you desperately needed to take your makeup off. Sometimes you wondered why you were still putting yourself through all of this, and Harry definitely did too. For years now, Harry promised to take care of you, to take care of your student debt so you could focus on your career and not be so tired and unhappy. He didn't say it often because it typically led to an argument about independence and needing to be able to take care of yourself, but you knew how he felt, and after days like today, the idea of letting someone else take care of you financially seemed more appealing than it normally did.

Sighing, you slid out of the car, gathering your lunch bag and purse before shuffling into the house on slippered feet. "H?" you called, eyes lighting up when you heard the sound of nails scraping against wood floors. A shadow of jet black fur whipped around the corner and bounded toward the entrance hall to you, tongue out and tail wagging.

"Hi, pookie! How's my sweet boy?" you cooed. Hades nudged your leg with his nose, and you bent down to run your hands over his soft puppy fur until he eventually fell onto his back in need of belly rubs.

"You talking to me?" Harry's voice sounded like it came from the kitchen, which you followed once you straightened up and your dog was finished licking your face.

"You're gonna eat your words when you get your cute butt over here."

"I live with two boys, and only one of them greets me excitedly without fail. You do the math," you joked.

You smiled and shook your head at the comment. Harry knew your feelings about your "unflattering" work uniform, so he often went out of his way to compliment you whenever you were in it.

When you finally made it to where Harry was standing at the kitchen counter, tears nearly welled up in the corners of your eyes. "Is that—"

"Wild Cherry Pepsi," he said, his grin wide and knowing as he read your expression. "With pebbled ice. And dinner, but I know you care more about the drink with that sugar addiction of yours."

"You know me so well," you said, your voice rising in pitch as your head bowed.

"Aw, come here, bub." You shuffled over the last few steps to Harry, folding right into his welcoming embrace.

His body was firm and comforting against yours, his t-shirt soft beneath your cheek. Breathing in deep, you wrapped your arms around Harry's torso, letting every frustration you felt at work fall away as he held you.

"Thank you," you mumbled, tilting your head up after a minute or two had passed.

Harry smoothed his hand over your hair and down your back, pulling at the hair tie that held your braid in place all day. "For what?"

You shrugged, eyes closed as he began to pull the strands of your braid apart. "I don't know. For being you, for not suggesting I should quit when I know you want to."

"Another time," Harry promised. Pulling out a chair at the kitchen table, he gestured for you to sit down. You practically fell into the chair, feeling like you could finally relax as you took the plastic to-go cup into your hands and took a sip. Your eyes closed, feeling as though you could fall asleep right then even though you knew you should probably eat. As if he could tell you were on the brink of sleeping, Harry asked, "Do you want to keep talking about work or are you ready to forget?"

Harry wasn't being rude, nor was he belittling your frustration. You'd done this song and dance a time or two, but some days required you to vent more than others.

Around the straw, you said, "Can I?"

He sat beside you, taking Hades in his lap, who was happy to be held even though he was getting way too big for it. Usually, you chided Harry for holding Hades like that, but you were too tired, and honestly, it was kind of cute.

You talked while you ate, and Harry listened, letting you get everything you needed off your chest. He was quiet but attentive, apologizing for things out of his control and cursing your co-workers when you did. None of it would really improve the situation at work, but you always appreciated Harry's willingness to listen when you needed him to, and share in your anger and frustration when necessary.

Standing from the table, you took your plate and put everything in the dishwasher. Grabbing your plastic cup in one hand and Harry's hand in the other, you said, "I think I'm all done."

Harry kissed your temple before pulling you up the stairs toward your bedroom. Hades snaked between you and him to run ahead, waiting on the landing impatiently. "Good, because the Real Housewives of Salt Lake City won't wait for just anyone."

"Not a reading night, huh?" you asked, resting your head on his shoulder. Harry looked down and raised his brows in an expression that expressed he was not, in fact, going to be cracking open his book tonight. Kissing his cheek, you said, "Go ahead and start the next episode, baby. I'm gonna hop in the shower and wash my day off."

Harry, who'd been on his way to do just that, paused and frowned. "Well now I want to watch something else."

Grinning, you held out your hand while you continued to sip your drink. "Come on."

Hades, who had already claimed his spot at the edge of your bed, tilted his head to one side, clearly confused as to why his parents were walking away instead of joining him. "We'll be quick," you promised, even though you knew your dog didn't understand. But the message was for Harry too.

When you were finally in bed, watching Harry's show through eyes that were struggling to stay open, you looked up from where you resting against his shoulder. Harry's glasses were perched on his nose, his eyes focused on the television in front of him as he ran his hand idly over Hades' fur, who had conveniently found his way onto your lap once you settled into bed for the night.

"If you insist," Harry said on an exhale, turning the shower on and setting it to a temperature he knew you both liked.

"Be honest," you said suddenly. "I'd be happier if I quit, right?"

Harry was quiet, but you knew he'd heard you. He was just weighing his words. "Is another job lined up in this alternate universe?" he finally asked.

"I don't know, maybe. They argue quite a bit, though. Don't think you want to be part of all that drama," he replied, taking the remote and pausing his show. He looked down at you, eyes soft but perhaps a little concerned. You'd never considered his offer of letting him provide for you this seriously before. "Honestly? I think you'd get bored, bub."

You shrugged. "I don't know. You've said you'd always take care of me. What if I just...let you? I could be one of them," you mused, nodding your head at the women on your TV.

A nod and a noncommittal hum was your only response for a few seconds until you'd gathered your thoughts. "I'm just so...tired. I'm tired of everything I do not being appreciated. I'm tired of not being supported. I love my regulars and I like most of my co-workers, and part of me feels a sense of loyalty to this place despite, well, everything."

"We'll do some job hunting tomorrow," Harry said. "I'll help you update your resume, you'll send some feelers out, and we'll go from there. How does that sound?"

"I could get a remote job," you mused. "I'd get to be home more. I could travel more with you."

Harry kissed the top of your head. "As much as I would love that, I think your strengths lie in the connections you make with people. You certainly charmed the pants off me."

"Literally or metaphorically?"

"Both."

You grinned, cheeks reddening as you recalled the night you first met Harry.

*.*

"Holy shit you're Harry Styles."

Your hand immediately clapped over your mouth, as if physically covering it would keep you from embarrassing yourself further. In your defense, it was the first time a celebrity sat in your section at work, and no one had thought to warn you. And Harry Styles, no less. The man in front of you was probably still immortalized on your childhood bedroom wall, and now you'd all but outed yourself as a fan when he'd no doubt wanted some privacy.

"I'm so sorry, I—" How were you supposed to recover from this? Harry stared at you with a small smile, a pitying one, no doubt. God, you had one opportunity to act cool in front of a celebrity and you blew it in less than ten seconds. "I'm sorry, let me start over. Hi, I'm Y/n, and I'll be taking care of you today. Can I get you something to drink?"

"Just a water please," Harry replied, his voice soft as his smile widened, which made you think that perhaps he thought you making an absolute fool out of yourself was at the very least amusing.

Once you made it back to the service station to retrieve his water glass, you gave yourself exactly one minute to collect yourself. "He's just another customer. An extremely attractive customer," you murmured, grabbing a pitcher of water from the fridge. "You can do this, Y/n. Pull yourself together."

From there, things went smoothly. You acted like you hadn't freaked out when you initially greeted Harry's table, and Harry was thankfully on board with that plan. He was polite, wasn't fussed when a dish he wanted couldn't be made vegetarian, and was surprisingly interested in making conversation with you anytime you were at his table.

"How long have you worked here?"

"Too long," you joked. "Sometimes I feel like there's a bit of Stockholm Syndrome with this place, but the tips are good."

Your eyes widened a bit when you realized he might think you were making a joke about one of his songs—which you absolutely weren't trying to do—but you didn't comment on it, and thankfully neither did he. You talked a little bit more about the career you did want to get into, and casually asked what brought him to the restaurant you worked at. It wasn't one celebrities tended to frequent, but perhaps that was its charm to Harry.

"Had a day to myself, just thought I'd do some exploring," he explained before you left him to enjoy his meal.

You'd gotten a couple more tables since then and couldn't go over and talk to Harry like you wanted, but perhaps that was for the best. You flitted around the restaurant floor like you always did, charming customers and taking complaints in stride with a smile. Tips were key, and snarky comments or not being accommodating would get you nowhere with certain customers, even if it did kill you inside just a little bit to see an insufferable person get their way.

You didn't realize it at the time, but according to Harry, he watched you—not in a creepy way, per his recollection of your first meeting. He watched you chat with regulars and help your co-workers place orders and carefully placate disgruntled customers. And all the while, you still managed to stop by his table, smiling and topping off the coffee he ordered after he ate, which, according to him he'd done just so he could keep talking to you.

Apparently, he'd been working up the courage to flirt with you when you finally set the check down on the table. "No rush," you said with a smile before heading to another table, a party of ten that you accidentally huffed to him was supposed to be a party of five.

Harry paid, then smiled when his bill and credit card came back to him. Sorry for acting like an idiot earlier. It was nice meeting you! you'd written on the receipt, adorning it with a smiley face. You watched as Harry smiled as he read your note from Expo before one of the line cooks shouted at you to run the food that was up.

You didn't think you'd ever see Harry again, a universal truth, some might've called it. But for some reason, the notion disappointed you, and not because you didn't get a picture with your teenage crush. It felt bigger than that somehow, which was altogether crazy considering you'd only just met him.

So imagine your surprise when you saw him again two days later. "He was supposed to be in my section, but he insisted on yours. Don't fuck it up," one of your more vile co-workers told you, clearly jealous. And as you saw him, his head bent over the menu and his knee bouncing beneath the booth, your heart leaped in your chest in a way that made you both nervous and excited.

"You forgot something," he said as he closed out his check for the second time that week. Time had passed in a blur, despite it slowing down every time you went over to talk to him, which was to say a lot. It wasn't as busy as the day he first came in, leaving you no choice but to check on him more than you normally would.

"Did I?" you asked, looking down at the bill with furrowed brows.

"Last time I was here, I mean," Harry corrected.

Last time, you thought. All Harry had gotten was a salad and a coffee, but the tip he left was well over half of what your other tables had left that day combined. But you rang everything in correctly. Perhaps he was expecting a discount for his celebrity status? He didn't seem like the type, but that was the only conclusion you were able to draw.

"The note you left," he continued, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks. He sat up straighter, giving you a better view of the Keith Harring shirt he wore. "It didn't have your number on it, so I've had to come back the last two days so I could ask you for it. Only now I know you don't work on Mondays."

Shock ran through your entire body, to the point where you couldn't even speak. Harry, Harry Styles, mind you, wanted your number. Badly enough that he'd come back to an average Mom-and-Pop restaurant to get it.

"No, I—I don't," was all you could manage as your entire face heated up.

"I hope I'm not sounding like a creep right now," Harry said, scratching the back of his neck nervously. "I realize now I may have participated in some light stalking."

"You're not," you blurted, trying to remember how to speak. You felt like you'd somehow entered an alternate dimension. "Here, hold on."

You pulled your order pad from your back pocket and scribbled your number down, willing your hands to stop shaking. Ripping it off the stack, you handed it to Harry, who took it from you graciously.

"Can I call you later?" he asked, standing up from the booth. You had to back up a couple steps to give him room, and you were now aware of just how tall he was as you craned your neck to look at him.

"Please," you blurted, cursing yourself for sounding so eager. Harry didn't seem to mind, though, smiling as he slipped his phone and wallet into the back pocket of his jeans. "I—I mean, sure. I'm off at eight tonight."

"I'll be counting down the minutes," he said before cursing under his breath. "Shit. I sounded like a stalker again, didn't I?"

A laugh bubbled out of you, making Harry's shoulders relax. "I'll allow it. Just this once."

Harry laughed too, then winked, and you were honestly so proud of yourself for not swooning in front of him. "I guess I'll be talking to you later then, Y/n."

*.*

"You made me so nervous," you said as you recalled the memory of how you'd embarrassed yourself in front of Harry the first time you met.

"I know," he said, laughing when you smacked his arm. "It was cute, though! And you also made me plenty nervous, to be fair."

"That is true," you sighed, grinning a little as you turned your face into his arm. "One of us stalked the other, and it certainly wasn't me."

"Sure, but one of us has posters of the other plastered all over their childhood bedroom."

Scoffing, you sat up and scooted away from him, making Hades bark in protest. "It's one poster. And you weren't even my favorite. Zayn was."

"Sure. Keep telling yourself that."

"I will."

Sighing, you settled deeper against him, as much as you could considering the puppy still in your lap. "Sometimes I think I keep the job because that's where we met."

"It's okay to let it go. We'll have the memory," Harry promised, his hand meeting yours as he began to scratch Hades' fur. "We'll figure it out. I promise."

Nodding, you reached for the remote and pressed play on the show, content to leave the conversation there. If Harry promised to help you figure it out, then you believed him.

[cyborg-franky]

Comforting their partner

I think I needed this myself, who knows.

MODERN AU - SFW Ace x GN Reader Marco x GN Reader Rosi/Corazon x GN Reader

Ace

You’d been exchanging texts with Ace all day, and he knew you weren’t in a good place—stressed, tired, and burnt out. He spent most of his day sending you pictures of Stefan, his father's dog, and a large selection of dumb selfies and memes he’d collected.

It made you smile, made everything just a little less heavy to know he was right there for you even if you couldn't see him. You were so swamped with your chores and work that free time slipped through your fingers, leaving you further fatigued. 

You lay in bed, staring at your TV, feeling so sorry for yourself. Things just kept piling up, and you were about to burst from how much you stuffed down and pushed aside. Tears prick the corner of your eyes. You bit your lip, not wanting to just burst into tears. You looked at your phone and saw nothing. Ace hadn’t replied in over ten minutes.

Maybe he’d finally passed out or was playing another game with his brothers.

You could feel the sadness creeping in until there was a tapping on your window. You opened your eyes and stared at your curtains. The same tapping happened again, and you sat up, pulling them open and almost jumping. 

Ace was outside your window, having climbed the tree. He was waving with a huge grin on his face.

“The fuck, Ace?” you huffed at him when you opened the window, and he slid in, getting his foot stuck and falling onto the bed below with a laugh and looking up at you. “Well, sounded like you needed a shoulder to cry on,” he shrugged from where he was making himself comfortable on your bed, kicking off his boots. Both of you wincing when they thudded to the floor. 

You sighed, your anger melting away as he held his arms up. He made grabby hands as you slowly leaned in, letting Ace grab you and pull you down against him. He cuddled you up to his side, your head against his chest, and you heard the rumble of his voice and his heartbeat. You closed your eyes when you felt fingers running through your hair.

“You wanna talk about it some more?” he asked, and you shook your head, draping an arm over his waist and sighing, breathing in his smell. It was always comforting, like a warm fire on a cold night.

“Alright, wanna watch funny videos?” he suggested, and you nodded. He got comfy, arm around you, and phone in a position you could both watch. 

The night ended up in your boyfriend's arms, just the two of you, silly videos to entertain you and take you away from your troubled thoughts.

Marco

He’d been texting you when he got a spare moment at work and worried about how you felt. He felt bad he couldn’t duck out of work to come, scoop you up in his arms, and kiss the bad thoughts away.

But he listened to you, let you vent, and even gave advice when you asked for it.

Thanks to Marco, you were currently watching a comfort show, curled up on the sofa and cuddled up in blankets as you tried to let the show distract you enough. Every so often, you’d message him. He checked in on his breaks, and although Marco wasn’t here with you, you felt connected and cared for anyway. He spoke so soothingly and calmly, like a soft breeze.

It was evening by the time he came over, knocking on the door andamiling at you, his half-lidded eyes full of love as he leaned down and kissed your forehead.

“Come on, let's go for a ride,” he said, his car still running on the drive. You could hear his music faintly from the open window.

“Okay, where?” you asked as you grabbed your phone and keys and locked up. “Just around.” 

The wind ran through your hair, his hand on your thigh, and you both listened to your music as you cruised through the peaceful evening. You were just happy in one another's company, letting the night and his comforting aura chase away the sadness. 

He knew how much you needed to get away from the noise of the world around you, driving a little ways from the city, where the stars twinkled in the sky brighter than you were used to.

You soon pulled up to a late-night food place. Marco killed the engine, the music shutting off as he nodded for you to get out. “Let's get something to eat, or at least a coffee, yoi.” Marco smiled at you before getting out of the car.

Sitting in a quiet corner of the cafe, you both shared a plate of fries, not feeling super hungry. You sipped your drink of choice as he drank his coffee.

“So, want to tell me about what happened today?” he asked, his hand reaching across the table to find yours. The weight of his larger hand on yours calmed your jumbled mind enough to pick through the mental clutter. “Well… so this happened today, and I just am struggling with it… It��s silly though.” You said with a dry chuckle, thinking he would judge you for how dumb it was, how it didn’t feel like a real problem.

“Hey,” he squeezed your hand. “If it upset you, it’s not silly, okay?” You paused, thinking his words over, seeing the warmth of his smile. “Okay,” you nodded and talked it out with him.

Rosinante

He knew you’d had a rough time at work today; everything that could go wrong had. You were tired, exhausted, and struggling to deal with it. You messaged him on your lunch break, not wanting to vocalize what was wrong, just taking comfort in his messages.

All the heart emojis and silly selfies of him making a half-heart with his fingers, his big charming grin filling the screen as he beamed brightly. You sent one back, completing the heart he was sweet.

When you got home, feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders, the bad feelings dragging you down, making your feet feel heavier. You opened the door and took a deep breath, trying to feel better about just being home and away from the job that stressed you out,

“Hey!” Rosi said, a smile on his handsome face as he stood up, towering over you. He pulled you into a hug, keeping you close and not letting go. He didn’t want to pull away first. He wanted to give you the hug you needed.

When you managed to fight the urge to cry, you peered up at him and got a kiss on the forehead.

“I have something to cheer you up…” He said with a wink. Pulling away, he nodded to the basket on the table.

You looked through it: comfort snacks you loved, a movie you wanted to see for ages, and other little bits and pieces that he knew you loved, including a plushie you held to your chest and smiled back at him. “Thank you so much, Rosi. I love you.” I love you too, and I hope it helps even a little!

You spent the evening cuddled on the sofa, happily eating your snacks, wrapped in a blanket, watching the movie he’d bought. Rosi gently rubbed your leg, trailing fingertips up and down your skin to keep you relaxed and calm.

He knew you’d talk about it when you were ready. He was never the type to push or ask, knowing that when you felt up to it, you’d talk it out with him, and when you were ready to share, he was ready to help you. He took your hand and brought it to his face, kissing your knuckles. “How do you feel?”

“Much better, thank you.”

[lissrissye]

“𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔢𝔠𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔢𝔰…” | bungo stray dogs (bsd)

osamu dazai, nakahara chuuya, ryunsouke akutagawa, gogol nikolai, dostoevsky fyodor

🪻𝔰𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰 ; you are weeping because you feel insecure… they, of course, wouldn’t leave you alone just like that. they come into the room to comfort you, attempting to reassure you and tell you just how perfect you are… because you are ! <3

🪻 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰 ; i lowkey got this idea since i was feeling so damn insecure earlier today <3 but just remember your self worth, pooks! you’re literally worth the world, so love yourself and be confident, mi amor ! try to stay positive, and compliment yourself because you fucking deserve it !

🪻 𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢 ; fluff, sweet romance, safe for work, comfort, angst

𝒪𝓈𝒶𝓂𝓊 𝒟𝒶𝓏𝒶𝒾 — 太宰治

The keys inserted in the keyhole as Dazai twists it, unlocking the door after a day of investigating tiring cases. A huff escapes his lips softly as he pushes the door open, the fresh scent of home meeting his nostrils. He slips off his tan trench coat, letting it drop off his shoulders as he hangs it on the coat rack at the enterance with the first instinct to look for you. You were his first priority.

A soft noise of a sobbing seeps from the bedroom. You were the only one in the house, so Dazai rushes to the bedroom to see your silhouette in the dim room, the gentle moonlight illuminating a soft pearly white light. He walks to your side with an empathetic frown, bending down. —“Are you okay, belladonna? Please don’t be afraid to express your worries to me, my dear.”

You slowly turn your head to your brunette lover, a quiet cry coming from you as you reach over to embrace him for comfort. Osamu obliges happily, wrapping his arms around you and nodding as you vent to him. He sees his past self in you, and he wishes to protect you… he doesn’t want you to go through the things he had to learn from. He doesn’t want you to get hurt. No, no never. —“I get it, belladonna. Keep going, let it all out and do my hold back. It will only pain you more to bottle everything up. Trust me, I know from personal experience, and I don’t want you to go through the same things I had too.”

𝒩𝒶𝓀𝒶𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶 𝒞𝒽𝓊𝓊𝓎𝒶 — 中原中也

With a glass of wine in hand, Chuuya returns from the bar after a mission complete for the Port Mafia. All he wishes is a refreshing, undisturbed 7 hours of sleep at the very least. He reaches for his keys as the keyhole accepts it with ease, the door making a soft click as it’s unlocked. He twists the handle, too lazy to even push it open, so he just uses his weight for it to swing open. He kicks off his glossy black shoes while heading inside to look for you.

—“Hmmph— pretty? Where are ‘ya…?” The executive calls out your name several times to receive no response. With a groan, he sets down his glass of liquor on the coffee table and heads up the stairs… he checks the kitchen, the living room, the restroom, the guest room… then eventually, after walking around the house, the only option was you were in your guy’s shared bedroom. Chuuya grabs into the handle and opens the door, as you didn’t put much thought into locking it.

With wide eyes, the first thing he sees is you, sitting on the cold floor while holding your knees, softly rocking back and forth. His first assumption is that someone had hurt you, though his blue orbs couldn’t discover any injuries on you. He sighs while approaching you, immediately cradling you in his arms and putting you up on the bed. —“Shhh, don’t cry… You boyfriend is here. Tell me everything, okay? Let me relive your stress and release the weight off your shoulders. You don’t have to hold it in anymore.” As you explain to ginger darling that you’re feeling insecure, he listens intensely… —“Don’t be insecure, you’re fucking gorgeous, Ma chėrie…”

𝑅𝓎𝓊𝓃𝑜𝓈𝓊𝓀𝑒 𝒜𝓀𝓊𝓉𝒶𝑔𝒶𝓌𝒶 — 芥川龍之介

After a day with Atsushi, Akutagawa was irritated and tired. He despised working with the jinko more than anything. Slowly stepping up the stairs leading up to the door, he searched his pockets for his keys. He then had to took the time to find the right key for the front door, making him grumble softly. Finally, he positioned the key with the keyhole, letting it slip in as he turned the key.

With a sigh, the Diablo placed his keys on the coffee table and bent down to remove his shoes, frequently putting it his hand over his mouth to cough. You haven’t answered his text messages, which made him quite concerned. He heard soft whimpering, as if someone tried to be silent. It came from the living room. He quickly made his way there only to find you curled up in a blanket, a pillow buried in your face. You sounded so vulnerable, dread and sorrow washing over you… Akutagawa hated seeing you like this, it pained his heart.

—“Hey— hey, hey… why are you crying? Are you hurt, are you okay? Please, please tell me…” Your black haired lover gently extracted the pillow from your grasp, cupping your face with his hands. He was silently panicking because he didn’t know how to comfort someone as he himself never experienced it except from you, so he tried to intimidate his actions. Despite being terrible at it, you appreciate it because he was attempting, and doing his absolute best to make you feel better. —“Do you want to… cuddle? Maybe eat snacks?… Erm…”

𝒢𝑜𝑔𝑜𝓁 𝒩𝒾𝓀𝑜𝓁𝒶𝒾 —ゴーゴリニコライ

After a day of annoying Fyodor and terrorizing innocent citizens for fun, Nikolai skipped to the front door and immediately started to unlock the door as quickly as he could. He created this sort of challenge for himself, how quick could he open the door everyday. Well, let’s just say Nikolai wasn’t too normal. Okay, far from the ordinary human being. With a hum, he managed to head inside in approximately 15 seconds or so. It took him a bit to decipher which key was for the door.

—“Oh, oh my little angel!~ Where are you?~ I need you to help me clean blood stains of my clothes, pretty please~ I’ll find you if I need too!~” The jester cooed your name softly, his voice reaching your ears because of the echos in the hallway. His voice was accompanied with a maniacal giggle. He didn’t bother to remove his shoes and skipped away to the restroom to one, see if you were there, and two, to wash the blood stains on his white clothes. With a soft hum, he switched the light on to see you on the ground, covering your stomach.

—“Hm?~ My beautiful dove?~” Nikolai couldn’t help but feel empathy for you, as he couldn’t lie that he felt something wash over him as he watched you in this state, all vulnerable. He bend down, first spraying some cologne to attempt to cover up the horrible stench on the blood on his clothes. —“Shhh, shhh~” He whispered softly on your ear, a bit stiff when it came to comforting you but he did his best and started to make jokes to try to make you laugh.

𝒟𝑜𝓈𝓉𝑜𝑒𝓋𝓈𝓀𝓎 𝐹𝓎𝑜𝒹𝑜𝓇 — ドストエフスキー・

A long, long day that felt like eternity with Nikolai annoying him, Fyodor was finally home. A soft grunt of exhaustion emerged from him as he checks his pockets for his keys, patting it down until he feels a bulge. He shoves his hand in that pocket and profess to find which key unlocks the front door. He makes sure not to loose it as he pushes it in the keyhole and twists it.

—“Myshka, I’m home.” The terrorist spoke softly, removing his shoes accompanied by his fluffy ushanka hat. When he noticed you aren’t running towards him as per usual, he tilts his head slightly in confusion. He walks around the house to look for you because you were acting very strange. He didn’t even have to see you to even know. As he approached the living room, he turns his head to the sofa to see two blankets covering you. You eeemed to attempt on hiding from him at first.

Fyodor did not hesitate to rush by your side. Cruel, heartless, brutal. Those were the words he received from the public as a unregretful terrorist. Though, you could argue with that just now as he scooped you up immediately and sat beside you, treating you like a princess. Fyodor could already tell what was happening as well, you didn’t have to tell him you were insecure. It made you feel better because you wouldn’t have to speak. He whispered sweet praises in your ear to show you how much of a precious treasure you are to him… —“You’re absolutely stunning and perfect the way you are, my dear… don’t change that.”

[girlwithwolftatoo]

Hey! How would the moon boys react to fem!reader? Cupping their face in her hand out of the blue?

Weather is more than appropiate for fluff stuff <3

Moon Boys + Reader cupping their face

Marc Spector:

The most reluctant of three. He craves for signs of affection but won't react positively to it at first.

Your hands holding his face makes him feel... weird, a little vulnerable, a little childish. Consider most of his childhood and adolescence he didn't get much love.

"Drop it" he murmurs, but he's not serious. Won't take your hands off, won't turn away, he just struggles with his own feelings.

Little by little, he breaks. He sobs with an expression of embarrasment, as if waiting you'd find it ridiculous or stupid (which of course, isn't the case), and may kneel down as you still cup his face, all defeated and tired.

Listening words of reassurement and compassion is the best for him. Feeling you trust him and love him despite any mistake or flaw gives him the self-confidence he lost so long time ago, and the fact you don't judge him is even more important.

"I'm sorry, I... I know I'm not good foor you..." "You never say that again, Marc. It's a lie. You're good, for yourself and for me"

Steven Grant:

You probably caught him in the middle of a crisis or a panic attack, mumbling so fast his accent becomes thicker and you can barely undestand what he says, and once you put your hands on his jaw...

"What are...? Ohhh that feels better, yes..." he murmurs as soon as the warmth of your hands relax him almost immediately.

May close his eyes just to enjoy your spoils, even will accept to sit and, perhaps, a little massage on the shoulders (he's very ticklish so be careful).

Little by little, his tangled mind takes a straight trail of thoughts, and he vents everything in a more calmed tone. It's not just the flesh to flesh contact, it's the fact you're there, listening him, what helps him to recover quick.

Chances are he may reccomend to take a nap together, just to be sure he'll wake up in a better mood, or simply make some tea for you and him as a gesture of appreciation for what you did.

"Honestly don't know what would I do if you weren't here, love"

Jake Lockley:

For this case I can imagine two scenarios: one, Jake returning early in the morning, all tired and moody, or two, you having to approach Jake to calm him down since he's losing a little his temper and probably about to do something hideous.

If it's the first case, Jake simply walks in, dropping his jacket nd mumbling something about being sick of everything. Once your hands reach his face, he sighs almost in relief, as if he just entered a hot bathtub.

"I'd wish I could spend night here with you instead of outside more often, bonita" he complains and groans like an exhausted dog, allowing you to rub his face. A soft smile appears in his lips, and you know he's back to normal again, like a spell.

The other scenario sounds dangerous, but not because of Jake. As soon as he feels your presence right next to him, something in his mind sounds an alarm and he stops anything he's doing. If you'd got hurt during his watch, he would never forgive himself.

"Jake, Jake!" anyways you need to call him out to be sure he's paying attention. "It's okay, mi amor, it's over". Just a single hand will do, and he cups it into his own hand, gently squitting his eyes.

"Perdóname, princesa, I just... had a bad time" he murmurs, grabbing onto your hand as if he'd never let it go.

[helloiamadrawer]

Goku/Reader Fluff and Comfort Hc's

Big sweet saiyan loves to cuddle after a hard day of training (ofc he's going to wash up first before he hops into bed with you) and he's like a big warm teddy bear to hug and snuggle with eeee 💕

Finds it cute/funny when you try to be the big spoon, you're just so smol compared to him its adorable

Coming in frustrated from a complicated day at work? Goku will sit you down and let you vent about it to him or if you want to let out some anger maybe some sparring or needed training to boost your power level, it reminds him of another friend he has who always tries to surpass him and has a big attitude (cough cough Vegeta)

If baking is your outlet for stress or if you just like doing it as a side hobby, Goku makes it a bit more fun, I mean trying to maneuver his big, muscly body around yall's small kitchen, bumping into everything, taking caution to not knocking anything over cause it might make you mad is really comedy gold!

"Oh crap! I broke one of the plates again, sorry baby 🥺" "It's fine Goku, that one was just one someone gave to me when we moved in, I didn't like it anyway." 🤣

9/10 for help though, although you had to tell him the difference between a baking spatula and a spatula tho but that's about it. He'll go fetch some ingredients for you if you don't have any or ran out. You two did make the most awesome peach cobbler though uwu

The biggest pair of puppy dog eyes he gives you when he asks you if he can lick the spoon 🥺

Gives gooood shoulder massages 💯 if you're really tense/tired after your daily life activities, he'll even offer to give massages after training and you're here thinking: how does this man have the energy?? we just sparred for a good hour '

One time you asked your sweet bf if you could touch his hair, it went something like this:

"You want to touch my hair?" Goku=cutely confused "yea..I understand if you don't want me to, I was just wondering cause it looks so soft." Goku:"Well, you can go ahead :) I don't mind."

Your hand rises up to the top of his head (he has to bend down halfway to meet your height level cause he's almost 6 foot 😂) as you pet his jet black hair, and to your surprise it was really soft, just like you had hoped for.

"What kind of shampoo do you use babe?"you asked curiously. "Umm..it was actually one of Bulma's new conditioners, I accidentally used it instead of my usual hair hair soap." he chuckles, "What is my hair like super soft now--huh?"before he could finish his sentence, your whole face was in his hair lmaoo, you couldn't help it, it was like you were in a cloud, a fluffy cloud that gave off the scent of linen and waterfalls.

Speaking of waterfalls, he flew you to the most beautiful nature trail, you never even knew that this universe had one until Goku mentioned to you that there was a Namekian who literally knew the whole status of the universe along with the supreme kai. But wow, was it amazing to behold with your own eyes, vibrant flowers were scattered across the land, along with the mingling sounds of birds and let's not forget the waterfall..

You two trudged upon a hill and there it was, you could not believe your eyes, it had to be the most biggest one in the whole multiverse. "Isn't it awesome?" Goku asked, "I was thinking I could take you here since you like nature a whole lot.". The Saiyan sure does think about you a whole lot which is sweet. You hum in agreement and sit down to watch the endless display of nature's art, your boyfriend follows suit and swings his arm around you pulling you close to him. "We should do this more often" You sigh in content leaning in to the Saiyan's touch. Goku gives you a peck on the head as you two sit back and enjoy the sounds and each other's company.

enjoy! thank you for reading!

[britt-kageryuu]

Raph is relaxing on stream while playing a cozy game. He has a very big fluffy blanket draped and wrapped around him, while leaning against a giant pillow. His mask is not on so some light scars around his right eye are visible, and his arm tattoos have a light glow to them.

Raph was chatting with the audience, though as time went on he was yawning a bit more often, getting a bit more tired, so some of the chat were betting on if he was going to fall asleep again.

Raph lets out a loud long yawn again, "Man, I sometimes miss when my sibs were tiny~ they were so cute~ even when they annoyed the heck outta me."

He pauses the game, and puts down the controller, "Like Mimi used to get so messy with his art stuff, I remember when he drew little versions of us on the wall, sure Pops was mad, but he just gave Mimi some books and paper to draw on instead." Raph sways side to side with a very happy expression. His tail is visibly wagging under the blanket with kinda audible thumps.

"I remember when Dee took apart a radio, the microwave, that one toaster. I don't think we could fully stop him from dismantling anything, but we did get him to start putting things back together." Raph lets out a happy sigh, "I could go on about Dees antics."

"Oh Blue, he used to be almost glued to Dee, but he would also spend hours trying to read the comics we had. He would constantly go to Dee for how to say words." Raph lets out another yawn though much smaller.

"Hmm, why didn't Blue come to me? Well I've always had a hard time with learning stuff. My mind couldn't hold what I learned. So to anyone it would seem like I'm a meathead jock type, like the dumb athlete tropes in old TV shows." Raph says while moving his legs into a different position. "But we figured things out. I got some plans to go into Sports Medicine, that way I can help prevent some of the common injuries in Wrestling, or at the dojo I volunteer at."

Raph gets a bit more sleepy, but keeps rambling, the audience and chat are all over the places, especially when he mentions Dee having an aggressive biting phase, and they would hold on like a cartoon dog.

Raph eventually does fall asleep, and the chat goes nuts again until Mikey came to check on him for missing dinner.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Dee would later get a bit mad at Raph for inspiring their fans to create some Feral Dee memes, and that they were editing their head onto cartoon dog biting into things.

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Masterpost

I had this idea in my head for a couple days, and when writing almost made it a bit dark, I didn't want to do that so I restarted with a better start.

How was this going to be dark? I was about to start it with Raph venting about being basically racially profiled as a teen, but then remembered 'this is supposed to be Raph sleepily gushing about his siblings, how am I supposed to turn it to that?' So I just backed it up, and wrote the above.

[rhodesrider]

Hi can you do mafia CG! Judgement day and the rest is up too you :)

Kettle corn

CG! Mafia! Judgement Day x Little! Y/N

-Minors DNI-

Warnings: Cussing and threats of murder.Age regression like behavior and affirmation nicknames

Cold nights were the best nights for interrogations. The man was thrown on the ground, feeling the sharp rocks stick on his arm he whined in pain some and rubbed his arm staying on the ground. “Listen, listen to me please I promise I’ll have your money by next month I need more time-“ soon a sharp kick was to his chest. “We gave you time. And it’s been ran out. So cough it up old man.” The figure spoke with the purple bandana over his mouth. The other figures were searching the car finding luggage and airplane tickets.

“Trying to run out on us Robert?”

Robert, still on the rocky ground, looking up seeing the figure come closer and removed the bandana. “Rhea…” He mumbled and scooted back some. Seeing fear in his eyes only made Rhea smile. “What’s wrong Robby? Looking like you seen a ghost.” She smirked. “I’m tired of giving chances on you know that.” “Please I just need a little more time. I won’t run I promise.” Rhea just sighed and pulled out a small yet sharp knife, pointing it on Robert’s neck as Finn and Damien revealed themselves next. “You’re wasting my time Robby. You always do. But we give you break after break because you keep mentioning your family. Speaking of which, how is your family? You know the one you haven’t seen in weeks?” His eyes widened seeing he was caught in his lies. “Yea I asked some of my police dogs to run by your house and your wife was so worried. You haven’t been home in weeks. Your children haven’t seen you in weeks and you-“ she pointed the tip in his neck seeing some blood show. “-you lie to me. I take family very seriously Robby ol boy.” She hissed. He looked in her eyes seeing nothing but a black soul, bodies have seen her face before they die slow. “So what, you hop on a plane? And go where? I have connects out my ass to make sure your life is a living hell.” She continued smiling. Soon Damien felt his phone vibrate, he looked at the contact and sighed some walking away from the conflict to answer.

“Princess not now we are working.”

On the other side on the phone was their prize possession. All of theirs. Y/N pouted as she was in her big king sized bed, watching the canopy flow from the vent giving her fresh air. “But papa, where are you guys? It’s getting lates and mama said we can watch a movie…” she whined. Damien forgot about the movie night, it slipped his mind as he found out that Robert was trying to skip down from the police officers they hired. “You are right we are sorry Princesa, let me tell the rest and we will be on our way. Do you want some sweets?” He always spoils her rotten along with Rhea. “Hmm, kettle corn please?” He smiled. “Ok I’ll get it for you. But no getting outta bed waiting for us.” “Yes sir! I love you papa!” She quickly hung up getting in bed grabbing her one of many jumbo pokemon stuffed animals waiting for her caregivers to come home.

“Wrap it up.” Damien called out and Dom nodded going to get a large can out from their trunk. Gasoline. Robert watched him the whole time but was quickly back on Rhea. “You’re a lucky son of a bitch.” She hisses and puts her knife away. “You look like you need some weight off though, why don’t you have a nice stroll home.” She smiled and soon a single match was set by Finn as Dominic finished up soaking his belongings and car in the fluid. “The next time I see you, is with our funds along with you so you can keep your fucking scumbag of a life.” She whispered in his ear as he watched his car go in flames and the men walk away to their car. Rhea stood up from her knee and waved goodbye, but first turned around with dark eyes. “Another week. Or else you’re dead.” She smiles hearing the crackle of fire from the burning car. They drove away as they heard Robert cry out in anger and pain as he lost his last way to get out of his situation.

“Ok, she wanted sweets?” Rhea asked removing her bandana and putting it in the glove department. “Kettle corn, Finn did you make sure she drunk some-“ Before Damien could finish, Finn showed him a picture of the water bottle he bought her with times on it. All the way down to the bottom. “Awesome. Dom did you text drew to make sure she was finished with her activities?” Dom blinked forgetting about her homework activities, and he’s pretty sure he didn’t tell drew. “Imma take that as a no. It’s ok I’m pretty sure she finished some of it.” Damien said in hope. “Damien we were busy all day and Drew is a good babysitter-“ “Yea but we all need to make sure she does what she’s suppose to.” He said. Rhea rolled her eyes and pulled up to the side store to get the big bad of kettle corn.

Drew was knocked out on the couch, the team looking down at him in annoyance. “Well I’m glad she’s still breathing.” Damien sighed and went to get the rest of the snacks ready for her. “Drew get up.” Rhea punched him up and he jumped. “Ah fuck don’t scare me like that.” He huffed looking around. “Fuck how long was I out?” “Who knows but you’re in trouble~” Dom teased and Finn pushed him out the way. “You were suppose to be watching her.” Drew soon remembered and sighed. “My bad. I was just tired.” He soon noticed a black blanket was around him and he smiled some.

Earlier when we was watching over the house and her, he was yawning a lot as he was finishing up the dishes and getting Y/N ready for bed. She watched him the whole time rubbing his eyes and bags forming. “Uncle Drew?” She said lightly and he grumbled as he was sat down on the couch. “Sorry munchkin I don’t really feel like playing.” She smiled and nodded as she already had the blanket ready. “Mind going up to bed dear? I’ll be there I’m just getting myself together.” She nodded and laid the blanket to the side as she went upstairs slow. After a while, maybe a hour, she tip-toed back down and she saw he was out cold sleeping. She took the blanket and put it over him and kissed his cheek heading back up so he wouldn’t get in trouble for not tucking her in.

“Welp she would have been down by now if she was awake so she probably sleep.” Rhea sighs. “I’ll check.” Finn saids and he jogs up. Finn then goes in the door and she’s the bed sleeping peacefully, he smiled and slithers in. She had the covers half way on her so Finn fixed the blanket giving her a soft kiss on the cheek. A soft smile was shown after on her face as he went back to the door leaving out. “Yea she’s sleep.” He confirmed and everyone smiled. “We could just have a movie day tomorrow. Get her somebody snacks and then go to the park or something.” Rhea was planning. They come home happily to her, give her anything she needs and wants. Spoil her rotten. That was their princess. No one elses. Everyone else sees them as evil and ruthless people, but in her eyes she sees them as a safe haven, not an ounce of evil no where in sight, and they love every moment.

Nothing was better than having their princess in their arms.

[abby-the-druid]

Love Language 2

In which Sasuke discovers Sakura likes reading dirty books, but refuses to read "Those Parts".

xoxo

The door to the boys’ apartment was unlocked when Sakura stomped up to the entrance. Instead of knocking, she let herself in with an irate huff of breath. She kicked her sneakers onto the linoleum floor, cursed when she tripped over her own feet on the way to the living room, dumped her backpack unceremoniously onto the floor, and struggled to unwind the scarf around her neck without accidentally choking herself out. Once rid of the fabric, she tossed it in a heap near her bag, dropping her jacket along with it before stalking over to the beat-up orange couch and flopping face first onto the threadbare fabric.

A short hiss left her as her face was met with a newer stain that smelled suspiciously like old ramen. Grimacing, sighing, and squirming to turn onto her back, she ignored the soft typing sounds coming from Sasuke, who was sitting quietly on the floor, chin resting on one knee, as he looked through black glasses at some coding project on his laptop on the coffee table.

“Hello Sakura,” Sasuke greeted her lazily, fingertips hesitating a moment as he checked the meticulously neat notes he had taken from class earlier that day. She responded with nothing but a grunt.

The male typed for a few more minutes, frowned when his code failed, then flipped back and forth in the notebook. Leaning closer to his computer screen to track what line he was in in the Spyder application he sighed and rubbed at his tired eyes. During this period of time, Sakura was uncharacteristically silent.

Sasuke stretched his neck back until the hair on the top of his head brushed at her thigh. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked gently.

She grumbled something similar to a no, and shrugging he moved to look again at his screen. Readjusting his glasses, he decided that if she wanted to talk about whatever was obviously bothering her, she would. Until then, he would continue to try and discern what the actual fuck an interpolation function was and how to appropriately utilize it.

He was in the middle of typing the said function, when she apparently decided it was time to vent.

“You know, the next time you go over to Shikamaru’s to play dungeons and dragons, you need to tell his roommate he’s a raging fucking asshole.”

Sasuke’s brows quirked. “I need to tell his roommate that Shikamaru is an asshole?”

“No, you idiot,” Sasuke almost flinched at the tone she was giving him. “Tell the roommate that he himself is an asshole.”

“Oh,” Sasuke tilted his head back again, looking at the frustrated woman behind him. “Which roommate? Kiba Dog Breath, Angel Choji, or Weird Bug Shino?”

“Why does everyone you know have weird fucking nicknames?” 

“Don’t ask me, Naruto is the one who names everyone.”

“Do I even want to know mine?”

Sasuke opened his mouth, Perky Tits Sakura was on the tip of his tongue, but noting the way her cheeks were still flushed from whatever was bothering her, he decided against it and shook his head. “So which roommate?” he said instead.

“Fucking Kiba.” She hissed. He wasn’t sure but it looked like there was some amount of wetness in her eyes that wasn’t normally there.

“Dog Breath,” he nodded. “I didn't know you knew him. Why is he an asshole this time?” He turned back to his work in the attempt to hide his smirk of amusement. He would not deny that the guy, was in fact, a raging asshole.

“I don’t know him,” Sakura stated, pulling one of the pillows discarded on the back of the couch to her chest. “He was harassing me on the bus.”

Sasuke’s black gaze swung around and searched her eyes in confusion. “Wait, what did he do? If you don’t know Kiba, how do you know it was Kiba?” He knew Kiba was a grade A asshole, but he never knew the man to accost strangers.

Sakura nearly scoffed, seafoam green eyes glaring back at him. “I know it was Kiba because he said his name was Kiba.” She punched into the pathetic pillow in her grasp. “And he was harassing me while I was minding my own business, trying to read.”

“Harassing you how?” he didn’t mean for skepticism to be present in his question, but the way her eyes narrowed at him he realized she felt he was doubting her.

“Because he asked if I was down to fuck him.”

Black eyes widened and he shook his head. “Woah, back up. What did you do? What happened?”

“Jesus fucking Christ Sasuke,” Sakura used the pillow and smacked him on the side of his head. “I didn’t doanything. You know it’s like a ten-minute ride from my apartment to here on the bus, and Ino is borrowing my car for work and –“

“I know that part.”

“I swear I’ll punch you if you don’t shut up.” He fell silent, knowing there was no real threat of violence against him. This was the girl who felt guilty about swatting at flies and cried any time she saw an animal hit along the highway. She waited a moment to see if he would continue with his interruption, but when he didn’t, she continued.

“Like I said, it’s a ten-minute ride on the bus, so to pass the time and take a moment to enjoy myself, I pulled my book out and was reading. And then, he wolf whistled at me from across the walkway.” Her hands were worrying at the edges of the pillow, cradled back against her chest. “So I scowled at him with a ‘what the fuck is that about?’ face, and he said something along the lines of ‘Baby if you want it that bad put your book down and sit on my face already’ and proceeded to make inappropriate gestures at me with his fingers and his tongue.” Her face was beet red, voice wavering as her jaw ground, and Sasuke realized that the wetness was her trying desperately to hold back tears.

“I told him to go fuck himself, which he just grinned about and said he wanted me to join him.” 

“What did you say to that?” Sasuke asked, and for the second time that evening, his words were taken as more of a challenge of her rather than a simple inquiry for the remainder of the story.

“Well obviously I said no!” she squeaked, mildly offended that Sasuke hadn’t already come to that conclusion himself. Sasuke, who she had been kind of, sort of, unofficially, officially seeing in so much as they licked each other’s tongues at any moment they were alone for more than thirty seconds, should be fully aware that she had less than zero interest in fucking literally anyone else. “The bus was still a few stops away, but I got off as soon as it stopped and he yelled his name at me as I left, saying I would be the one screaming it soon enough.” She was frowning and breathing hard.

Sasuke sighed, closing his eyes. “If that ever happens again, you should stay on the bus.” Her jaw dropped as he continued. “If the person harassing you like that got off the bus with you, they could easily overpower you.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Sakura sat up, pillow forgotten in her lap, glaring daggers at the man before her. His brows rose together, inhaling to elaborate, but before his mouth had a chance to open, she cut him off. “Do you really think I don’t already know that?” her green eyes were nothing but glinting emerald slits. “Do you think, that as a woman, I am too incapable of realizing how much danger I could be in at any moment of time?”

Sasuke cringed and shook his head, pulse jumping at the insinuation. A few heartbeats passed before he was able to murmur, “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Then try again.”

He let out another breath of air, glancing down at his fingers. He wasn’t sure what they were, what this… thing was between them. It wasn’t something he had really ever felt before, so articulating was difficult for him. “I worry about you coming over here sometimes, especially when you have to take the bus, or it’s late, or it’s dark out. You’re…” 

Small, delicate, fragile, important, lovely, beautiful.

“I just worry that something would happen to you.”

All the fight that she had been holding in her chest leached away as she exhaled and shrugged. “It is what it is.” She let herself fall back onto the couch.

They were silent for a few minutes, both uncertain and concerned, thoughts racing.

“I’m sorry about Kiba. I’ll talk to him; I’ve never known him to act like that.”

She shrugged again, teeth grinding as she desperately tried not to look over at Sasuke. There were tears burning in the back of her eyes, there had been since the altercation took place, but she would be damned if she let them out. Especially here, in front of Sasuke. She absolutely hated crying, hated it the most when she was in front of another human person.

“Was your book at least goo before he interrupted?” Sasuke gently changed the subject, a move which Sakura was incredibly grateful for. His hands hovered back over the keyboard on his laptop.

She nestled into the couch, rolling on her side and pulling her knees up to her chest. “Yea, I really like this author. It’s only the second book I’ve read by him, but my calculus professor absolutely loves them and recommended them to me at the beginning of the semester.”

Sasuke immediately stopped typing, and turned to fully face her, now sitting cross legged in front of the couch. “Wait, don’t you have Kakashi-sensei for calculus?”

She nodded.

“Sakura, please don’t tell me you’re reading one of those Icha Icha Paradise books.”

Her mouth tilted into the first smile he had seen on her that day. “You’ve heard of it?”

Sasuke audibly groaned, sinking forward until his face was mashed into the orange cushion in front of him. “No wonder Kiba was getting fucking weird, Sakura, that’s porn.” His voice was muffled by the cushion, but a blush leaked into her skin at the statement.

“I-it is not!” 

“It is.” Sasuke retorted.

“No,” she maintained, glaring at the back of his head through the blush. “It’s a romance story.”

Sasuke lifted his face up from the fabric, resting his chin in his palm lazily. “Yea, okay sure, whatever you want to call it.”

She smacked him with the pillow again. “It is,” she asserted, willing the heat on her skin to go away. “I don’t usually like romance novels, but these ones have a really fantastic story line.”

He snorted, mouth pulling up into something like a smirk. “If it’s such a good story line, then tell me about it.”

The way he was looking at her made her heart skip a beat and the heat rushed back to her skin. “What?”

“If it’s not a dirty porn,” he said simply, “then tell me about it.”

Sakura shifted so that she could raise her chin, and although it was meant to be in defiance, he only saw it as adorable. “Well, it’s about a man who has a lot of familial trauma that he’s working through, and he meets a woman, who has a lot of self-confidence issues. They come together and are learning to trust people again.”

“Right, where do they meet?”

“Excuse me?”

“In the story,” Sasuke repeated, voice even as his eyes stared into her. “Where do they meet?”

“I can’t see how that’s hardly relevant.” She deflected.

“Sakura.”

She rolled her seafoam green eyes and blew air up into her bangs. “Fine, it was at a brothel -but only becausehe had been sold as a child to the Yakuza running it by his father who had outstanding debts.”

“Right, and why was the woman there at the brothel?”

Sakura sighed again, but at his raised brow she acquiesced. “Because she was trying to reclaim her autonomy after she miscarried, and her husband cheated on her.”

Sasuke couldn’t stop the smirk kissing the corner of his mouth. “Of course, of course, reclaiming her autonomy.” He paused for a moment, and Sakura thought she could see something like glee in his dark eyes. “Did the… rough and dirty sex that Kosuke and Ima engage in help her reclaim this… autonomy?”

The woman glanced away and mumbled something under her breath.

“What was that?”

She mumbled again.

“Sakura?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t know because I don’t read those parts!” She exclaimed, cheeks puffing out and red still blossoming on her face.

“How can you miss them?” He asked incredulously.

She floundered for words, hands pressing pink strands of hair out of her face, suddenly too warm under his gaze. “I-I just, I don’t, they-” she closed her eyes in an attempt to calm herself. “I skip pages until they stop talking about sheathing their swords into the velvety softness of her scabbard.” She was visibly flustered, and he couldn’t help it.

He laughed.

The look of indignance on her face, the ever-present flush on her skin, the pout on her soft lips along with the knowledge that she refused to read the very scenes the pornographic novel was renowned for had Sasuke rolling onto his back on the floor. Laughter fell easily from his throat, deep and resonant, tears stinging the corners of his eyes.

“Stop it,” she chided him. But he continued and before too long, she found herself smiling and chuckling too. “Seriously,” she tried again. “Stop laughing, it’s really not that funny.”

“No, it’s hilarious.” He was crying he was laughing so hard. “You don’t even read the sex scenes, Sakura, that’s literally the only reason people buy those books!”

“Sasuke,” she growled at him, irritation and dread of the Kiba interaction fully draining away. She rolled off the couch onto him, pinning him under her thighs. “Stop,” she giggled as she caught his wrists. “Please stop laughing at me.”

It took him a little while to calm down, face sore from laughing so broadly. He gently tugged one hand free from her grip to wipe at the water beneath his glasses. He couldn’t stop the small smile that remained on his mouth as he looked up at her. “I’m sorry, you’re just too cute.” He offered and felt a pang of endearment as she attempted to scowl at him.

“Well, I’ll have you know that Kosuke and Ima – Wait!” her jaw dropped, and her eyes widened. “I didn’t tell you their names, how did you know their names?”

His smile shifted into a smirk. “I told you why people buy those books Sakura.” His hand came up and settled on her thigh.

“I-I didn’t know you had an interest in that type of… literature.” She said softly, heart leaping awkwardly in her chest.

His smirk was almost wicked as he licked his lips and answered her. “That’s because I don’t read them on the bus.”

[chronicowboy]

i find you in everything (but its here you find yourself) | 3k

Connor comes over to talk things through with Kameron the next day, and Buck makes himself scarce. Figures they'll appreciate the privacy, and he can escape an awkward situation. And its not like he was just planning on hanging around the loft all day.

Christopher had sent him a SOS that morning stating that he hoped his dad was better at taking things apart at work than he was at trying to build things at home. And the request for back-up had come through whilst Buck was still laughing to himself.

So, when Connor comes knocking on the door looking a bit like a dog with its tail between its legs, Buck grabs his stuff and heads on over to supervise construction of Christopher's vision.

Its later, much later, after a text from Kameron saying they've talked things through and she's going home, after many teasing jibes that Eddie had taken like a pro, after a few minor squabbles about compromises in the design, Buck finds himself settling onto the couch with a sigh.

Eddie holds a beer out to him, and Buck reaches for it just as Eddie snatches it away.

"Hey!" he yelps.

"Sorry." Eddie grins, looks anything but sorry. "Had to make sure you weren't gonna fall asleep on me."

"One time," Buck grumbles as he successfully manages to grab his beer. He twists the cap off and takes three big gulps before closing his eyes and letting his head fall against the back of the couch. "God, how is a middle school project so tiring? What happened to the good old days of popsicle sticks?"

"I mean..." Eddie raises his eyebrows. "I think technically it could be a popsicle stick project. Our foreman just decided that he wanted something more up to code."

"And up to code it is. We did a damn good job." Buck turns to Eddie with a grin and holds his bottle out for a cheers. Eddie raises his own, but Buck just shakes his head. "Oh, you thought I meant you? How cute." He tries to ignore the way Eddie's cheeks flush a light pink, but its an entrancing sight. "I meant, Christopher and me."

"I helped!" Eddie objects, voice squeaky. "I bought all your materials."

"With Bobby's help," Buck points out, tries not to let any of the hurt that he hadn't been asked seep into the words. Its just. Buck worked construction. Bobby destroyed his own fireplace. Whatever.

"Well, you were busy," Eddie murmurs like he can read Buck's mind, like he hadn't meant for Buck to hear.

"Eddie." Buck frowns at the tight clench of Eddie's jaw. He watches as the tensions melts out of Eddie's expression, watches as Eddie turns to him with curious eyes and an open posture.

"How are things with Natalia?" Eddie grins teasingly, but there's something twisted to it that makes Buck's stomach itch in his abdomen.

"Uh, I don't really know." Buck grimaces down at his beer. "Last night, Taylor was on the news," here Buck has to pause to give Eddie time to roll his eyes, "promoting her book."

"She's written a book?" Eddie deadpans, then sniffs haughtily. "Didn't know she could read."

"Wow." Buck huffs a laugh and shakes his head. "Yeah, so after the Lucy thing and then Taylor kind of mentioned me, I think?"

"Christ," Eddie mutters, "will we never be free of her?" Buck snorts.

"Anyway, then I kind of had to give Natalia a rundown of my past, you know?"

"Why?" Eddie frowns.

"Well, because." Buck blinks. "Uh, I guess I didn't? But I offered it, so..."

"Okay..." Eddie shoots him a strange look, one of his harder to decipher looks that Buck never knows how to read. "And she was okay with it all?"

"Yeah, she was." Buck knocks back another swig of his beer. "Until Kameron walked in."

"Oh." Eddie shifts in his seat. "She's nearly due, right?"

"Yeah, a couple of weeks or so, I don't really know." Buck picks at the label on the bottle. "Her and Connor had been fighting, she needed a place to crash and someone to vent to and I was closest."

"And Natalia, what? Just left?"

"I mean, she told me to take care of myself first. But, yeah," Buck takes another sig of beer, "she left."

"Sorry, man, I know you liked her." Eddie drops a hand on his shoulder, and Buck forgets who her is for a moment. "Guess where most people are scared of death, a death doula is scared of life."

"Wow, that's actually pretty poignant," Buck says. "Didn't know you had it in you." Eddie just rolls his eyes.

"Its weird, though," he says suddenly, dropping his arm from Buck's shoulder to the back of the couch. Buck shudders at the loss.

"What's weird?" he asks instead of examining that feeling too closely.

"Her being scared off by a donor baby." Eddie frowns over at him. "Chris didn't freak her out?"

Buck feels like he's trapped in the moment of free fall before your line catches you.

"W-what do you mean?"

"Well, I mean, your full disclosure speech must have included Chris," Eddie says simply like that was never up for discussion. "Because, let's face it, she might not have said it, but Taylor definitely had a problem with how much time you spent with us. So, it only makes sense that you'd tell Natalia and get ahead of that." Eddie stops, tilts his head to the side. "Unless I'm wrong?"

"I, um." Buck scrubs a hand over his jaw, frowns at the spot of epoxy on the carpet, feels suddenly, dreadfully guilty for reasons unknown. "It was mainly romantic partners."

"Oh." Eddie nods, takes a sip of beer. "Well, probably a good thing then. Chris definitely would have freaked her out more than an unborn baby."

"W-why would C-Chris have freaked her out?" Buck asks, inexplicably feeling like he's about to open Pandora's Box.

Eddie looks over at him, his eyebrows twitching into a frown in that way that means he's figuring something out.

"Well." Eddie sets his beer down on the coffee table and turns to face Buck, his knee knocking into Buck's thigh like a bolt of lightning. "You're a donor for the baby, you're not gonna be anything more than dad's friend to them, right?"

"Right," Buck says carefully, irrationally terrified of whatever comes next when Eddie's face smooths into a proud smile for a moment.

"But, you know, Chris is..." Eddie exhales an exaggerated breath and shakes his head. "You're in Chris' life, you know?"

"What, um." Buck sets his bottle down too, hands trembling as he does so. "What do you mean?"

"Buck," Eddie says, endlessly gentle. "What do you think Christopher is to you?"

"My best friend," Buck answers without hesitation. It feels like the right answer when Eddie's face cracks into a smile so fond that Eddie has to duck his head to hide the breadth of it.

"That it?" Eddie prompts, still so so soft.

"I-is there anything else?" Buck asks breathlessly. "Besides. I mean, apart from, you know, the whole legal guardian thing. But that's not really. You know, that's a break glass in case of emergencies kind of thing."

"Jesus Christ, Buck." Eddie grimaces like Buck landed a physical blow. "Is that what you really think?"

"I..." Buck glances at the hallway that leads to Christopher's room. "Yes?"

"God, I knew you didn't get it." Eddie shakes his head at himself. "I knew you didn't understand, but I was so tried and everything hurt and it seemed too weird to bring up after the fact. But I knew you didn't understand what I was trying to tell you."

"What were you trying to tell me?" Buck breathes, both desperate for and terrified of the answer.

"That you're his dad," Eddie rasps.

Buck is infinitely glad that he'd had the foresight to set his beer down earlier because there's no way he wouldn't have spilled it all over the couch at those words, at the raw emotion in Eddie's voice as he said them.

"Evan, you've been helping me raise him for years," Eddie whispers. "You've been in his life longer than his mother. You bake cookies for his class and abandon pregnant women at your apartment to help him with his homework and you make him lasagne and take him to the zoo. He runs to you when he's mad at me, he talks to you about things he doesn't feel comfortable talking to me about, he asks for you when he's sick, and he still hugs you even though he dodges mine half the time." Eddie's hand is back on his shoulder, an anchor in the stormy ocean trying to whisk him away. "You're his dad."

"No." Buck shakes his head frantically. "No, E-Eddie, I didn't mean to... I'd never. You know I think you're the best dad-"

"Buck, relax," Eddie laughs gently. "I know you aren't trying to replace me. We're... Co-dads."

A million moments flash through Buck's head, each one slotting something inside of his chest back into place like all he'd ever needed was to hear those words. It feels like salvation and healing and victory and the greatest gift in the whole world. It feels like everything Buck has ever wanted.

"Co-dads," Buck murmurs to himself, vision of Eddie blurring through the tears. "I like that."

"Yeah?" Eddie huffs. "Me too."

They sit in their heavy silence then, neither of them reaching for their beers or making any move to dispel the magnitude of the moment. Buck picks at a loose thread on his sweats.

"When we, um, took Chris to Santa's village," Buck starts, suddenly shy at Eddie's attention. "Your first year here. The elf that brought him over. She, well, she told me that we have an adorable son."

"We do," Eddie says proudly, reaching for his beer. Buck almost cracks right down the middle at the easy confirmation.

"I just said thank you," Buck carries on. "Didn't correct her or anything. It just. It felt so good, you know? A stranger thinking I could have anything to do with Chris."

"You have everything to do with him," Eddie says, words full of conviction. "Do you know how many people at his school knew you were his dad before you?" Buck whips around to face him head on. "Chris has been telling people he has two dads for years now." Buck free falls once again, but there's no harness to catch him this time, he just falls and falls and falls. "At first, he said it was easier than explaining who you actually were to him. But then he started realising that that's exactly who you are to him. A second dad."

"God," Buck chokes out, tears rolling down his cheeks. "Thank you." He lifts his head from where he'd buried it in his hands to look at Eddie. "Thank you for letting me be a part of his life."

"Thank you for being a part of his life," Eddie retorts.

Buck takes a moment to look at him then. At this new and improved Eddie Diaz who lets himself feel and lets other people see him feel. And Buck sees all, sees everything written there on Eddie's face plain as day. He sees gratitude and happiness, fondness and intimacy, amusement and care, and such overwhelming love that Buck feels a little like he's back on top of that ladder just waiting for something to happen.

And then he remembers Eddie's bashful face when he'd mentioned Marisol after getting back from the hardware store. He sobers instantly, locking down the terrifying thoughts that had begun to scrabble out of the darkest depths of his chest.

"What happens when you find someone?" he finds himself asking. He chances a look at Eddie, hopes its not too obvious that he hadn't meant to ask that. Eddie only frowns at him.

"What do you mean?"

"When you meet someone you like, and you settle down with her and introduce her to Chris." Buck swallows a mouthful of beer, but it feels like swallowing a hundred thumb tacks. "What happens then?"

"I'm not following," Eddie shakes his head.

"Eddie, you'll meet someone one day and where does that leave me?" He turns to face Eddie, their knees knocking together. "Chris will get a step-mom, and I'm... What? Relegated to uncle?"

"Buck, that's not how this works."

"Isn't it?"

"No!" Eddie insists, voice low but no less forceful. "You have your full disclosure speech, I have mine." Eddie bites at the inside of his cheek. "You're always going to be Christopher's dad."

"But, Eddie." Buck sighs, scrubs a hand down his face. "I don't want to do the shared custody thing. I don't want to pass him between us on alternate weekends."

"Why are you acting like I'd just push you out of my life? You're still my best friend."

"Eddie, I don't want to third wheel you and your wife just to spend time with my..." Buck bites back the son fighting to fall off his tongue. It feels like too much, like it'll reveal everything Buck's kept hidden so well that he doesn't know the true extent of it himself.

"What do you want, Buck?" Eddie breathes, determined as he leans forward on a hand planted on the couch cushion between them. "What do you want?"

"This," Buck whispers. "Us, Chris. Just the three of us."

And, fuck, know that he's said it out loud it hits him fully. The force and depth of his desire. Every unnamed feeling that had lingered in his chest cavity over the past four years comes crawling out from between his ribs, crowing a cacophonous chorus of want, want, want. Every gnawing ache in his stomach for something he'd never been able to name suddenly cries out desperately for the man in front of him and the kid asleep down the hall. Every part of him shifts and settles like a plume of dust thrown up on a sheet, falling back down to where it had been before. And Buck realises then that he's been in love with Eddie the whole damn time.

"How do you want us?" Eddie rasps, eyes dropping just for a second. But its long enough. Long enough for Buck to read Eddie like a book from cover to cover and realise that maybe Eddie's been waiting for him this whole time.

"Forever," Buck murmurs as he closes the distance between them.

Eddie meets him in the middle with a hand on his jaw, and Buck drops his own palm to Eddie's thigh now that he knows what he'd been longing for every time he'd stared at Eddie for a moment too long.

Its not a fast thing. Its as slow as the rest of them, as slow as the years they'd spent building the foundation of a house neither of them had any idea they were making. Its slow as Eddie nudges their noses together and drags the point of his down the side of Buck's from eye socket to nostril. Its slow as Buck drops a whisper of a kiss to the corner of Eddie's mouth. And its slow as they finally come together completely.

Eddie is endlessly gentle with him, so much so that Buck feels a little like he's going to shake apart in his hands. But Eddie just slides his hand around into Buck's hair and opens his mouth into the kiss. A pained noise escapes Buck's lungs, and Eddie breathes it in like its what he needs to survive. Their tongues brush for just the smallest of moments before Eddie is pulling away with a heaving chest and dark eyes.

"Forever?" Eddie pants, flushed face full of hope.

"As long as you'll have me," Buck confirms, still transfixed by the slight swell of Eddie's lips.

"Forever then." Eddie nods and reels him back in with the hand still on his neck. Buck goes willingly.

Their next kiss isn't as slow, but its just as achingly tender as Eddie opens him up and invades his senses quite completely. Buck can only fist his hands in the back of Eddie's Henley and hold on for dear life as Eddie takes him apart with an incredibly skilled mouth. When Eddie pulls back to drag in a lungful of air, Buck dives after him and licks into the velvety heat of Eddie's mouth like its all he's been dreaming of for four years. And quiet, collected Eddie Diaz whimpers into the kiss like he's being consumed. It feels like success, Buck thinks.

Eddie pushes him away with a hand to his chest. Buck backs off just far enough that he can still feel the puff of Eddie's breath on his face. His eyes flutter open slowly, taking in the sight of a kiss-rumpled Eddie Diaz with his eyes still squeezed shut like he's trying to remember every single detail of this moment. Buck looks down at the hand on his pec which still hasn't moved, smiles down at it when he realises that Eddie isn't planning on moving any time soon. When he drags his gaze back up to Eddie's face, he finds bright red cheeks and a shameless, grinning shrug.

Before either of them can say anything, the sound of footsteps has them catapulting back to their respective corners of the couch. Buck turns just as Chris rounds the corner, and his face breaks into a grin at the sight of his kid.

"Hey, bud, what are you doing up?" he asks as Chris makes his way towards them.

"Can't sleep." Chris shrugs and falls onto the couch between them. "Can we watch something?"

"Not sure how that will help you sleep," Eddie mumbles in his dad voice. Chris just rolls his eyes and turns to Buck.

"Just one episode of something. It can even be a documentary."

"Hm, documentaries are educational." Buck glances at Eddie for guidance, finds nothing but trust in his eyes. "One episode and then straight back to bed. And no complaining in the morning."

"Fine," Chris groans but he settles back into the space between them with a wiggle as Eddie tosses the remote to Buck.

Buck focuses intently on the selection of documentaries on the screen, all too aware of Eddie's eyes burning into the side of his head. He picks the first one on the list, something about archaeology that Buck knows is just boring enough to lull Christopher sleep.

As the theme music starts up, Buck settles back into his place on the couch, flinching a little when his head lands on Eddie's arm stretched out across the back. Eddie just shoots him a soft smile before returning his attention to the TV. But Christopher squints up at him, then up at his dad, then back at Buck, back at Eddie. Buck holds his breath as Chris pauses and his face clears into the tiniest of smiles. Chris leans into his side and Buck shuffles closer immediately. Eddie turns to watch this, eyes so soft, before squashing himself into their little huddle too.

In the morning, when they all wake up with cricks in their necks and stiff backs, still curled around each other on the couch, nobody complains.

[bearyzdiary]

Yoo! Love your fanfics! Keep up the good work! I am brainrotting over cry of fear again.

Could you write a small oneshot or whatever you like on Simon venting his heartbreak to a stranger/reader on a bench or bus station and befriending her? Or something based on that, haha, I feel freaky-

Heartbreak

Simon x reader

This diary entry contains…Silly Simon | strangers to friends | reader is super cool 😎 | pretty short😓 | mentions of Depression and anxiety |

THANK YOUU FOR ANOTHER REQUEST 🤗🤗🤗😵‍💫 I’m working on my other ones and this seemed like the most easiest to get out since I didn’t get out a entry yesterday 😓

You sat on the steps of your apartment building,hearing some dude from your English class rant to you about getting rejected.The dude was Simon,you never really talked to him until yesterday when he complimented your shirt.

From there you and him spent the afternoon talking about your favorite bands and hobbies before Simon had confessed about his depression and anxiety.

You listened to him and felt bad for him as he explained how hard it was to deal with the constant stress and feeling tired and not having motivation to do anything.

he trusted you enough to tell you about how he had gotten rejected also.It made you feel bad as he had practiced what he was gonna say and how he was gonna say it just to get embarrassed in a way.

You knew the girl,Sophie only because you guys had to work on a presentation one time in your science class.During the time period you had realized why so many people like her.She was funny,sweet and pretty smart.

You watched the way Simon look at the ground as he explained everything to you.He seemed like he was ready to burst out crying at any second.

“I thought that…maybe I could change her mind.I begged for her to like me back but…it didn’t work.Me and her are still friends but I can’t live with the embarrassment”He says while taking in deep breaths.

You nodded while patting his shoulder,You didn’t know how to comfort someone but you knew what to say and what not to say.

“You should be glad you were finally able to get those feelings off your chest! Even if she didn’t like you back you don’t have to worry about those feelings running around your head! It may be hard for you but at least she’s still your friend.”You say while smiling slightly.

Simon looked at you before nodding and letting out a heavy sigh.”I just wish..that she liked me back.I always admired her…”He says before looking back at the ground.

“I’m glad I met you…your understanding and really cool.Thank you for um…listening to me”Simon adds before looking at you again with a small smile.You smile back before opening your arms up for a hug which he gladly took.

The smell of cigarettes and the very heavy smell of cologne filled your nostrils as you rubbed his back,It was silent besides the sounds of dogs barking or a car driving by.

Once Simon pulled away he checked his phone before cursing to himself slightly.”I should get home.I’ll see you at school tomorrow?”He asked while standing up.

You nodded while waving him bye as he waved back before walking in the direction of the train station.You look at the ground before giggling to yourself and standing up before walking into the apartment building.

Deep down you knew that it would be too early to start to like Simon but you couldn’t help feel a little bit attracted to him,Of course you weren’t gonna rush your feelings.you were gonna be there for Simon during this tough time for him.

[dark9896]

Imposter Syndrome [Leo x Reader]

Requested by Anonymous ‼️

Leo shuffled into his apartment, almost completely defeated. Today had been rough, this whole week had been one thing after the next, and every day seemed worse and worse. From being outmuscled, outthought, out sped... It was a matter of luck Leo wasn't out of a job.

No matter what Klaus said, everything felt like a fluke. Just a bunch of random things happened and he just happened to be in the right place at the right time. Everyone else in Libra had a role, a purpose. Except him, at least that's how it felt.

Klaus; be strong, hit things hard, seal blood breeds. Steven; freeze everything the eye can see, code around anyone that dares to cause trouble, and deliver icy glares to keep everyone in line. Chain, Zapp, Zed, Sonic, Dog and Deldro, even you had your part to play in Libra. But Leo? He felt his only job was to get thrown around like a football.

He should have felt better, sitting next to you on the bed. He should be able to push these feelings down. But they kept nagging at him, threatening to burst right out. Compounding with his worst fears, especially that you'd leave. You'd see him for the weak, useless fraud that he is and then you'd be gone.

Feeling his head being poked backward, Leo waved his arms for stability.

"You seem... distracted." You said, "Everything okay?"

That was all it took, a little genuine concern...

"Honestly? No." Leo stared down at his hands, "I know you'll tell me that I'm wrong about all this but... I've just, I've been feeling like I'm useless around the office."

Despite the pause, you merely tilted your head at Leo. Knowing that he often dealt with Zapp calling him names, with all the things people told him about his eyes, the weight of what happened to him and his sister, even the mere fact that he often was sitting on the sidelines. You knew what Leo went through on a daily basis, that it was only a matter of time before he would have to vent.

And listening was your specialty.

"It's just!" Leo couldn't help but stand abruptly, "Everyone else has something they do. And I'm just there. Why was even allowed in Libra if all I was gonna do was stand around watching everything!? I should be able to do more than this but I... I'm!"

Leo sat with a defeated sigh, "Every time I think I have even a little bit of something to do... It's always because of my eyes. And I get that was the main reason Klaus hired me in the first place, but... I feel like I could be giving so much more."

You just sat there, milling over what to say. Letting Leo get as much of this off his chest as possible. His hand swept his hair back, before the brown fluff just settled back into its natural, messy look.

"I just... I'm tired of being so much weaker than everyone else." Leo laid back on the bed, arms spread out, "It feels like no matter what I do, I'll always be stuck here. Michella lost her sight because of me. When I joined Libra, Klaus got seriously injured on my behalf. And ever since, I've barely been more help than a fancy telescope. Or maybe a really fancy camera, if you wanna get technical."

This time Leo really was finished talking. His inner turmoil didn't seem as important now that he said it all out loud. Maybe he should have kept quiet and pretended to be okay. He shouldn't burden you with--

"I don't see it that way at all." You broke the stretching silence, "Sure, you aren't physically strong, but that doesn't really matter much."

Leo sat up, frowning, "Our job is literally saving the world at a moment's notice [Name]. No offence, but I should be physically strong for that kind of thing."

"But you didn't save Will by hitting him hard." You turned, "You did that by talking to him, or was it to his sister? I don't fully remember how that went down..."

"It was kinda both..." Leo admitted sheepishly, "And it wasn't like I did anything special. Anyone could have--"

"No, it was special." You cutting anyone off? Was Leo dreaming? "You had a friendship with them after all. It was something only a good friend could have done. Believe me, Klaus would have definitely tried talking first. And you see how well that worked for him."

He looked away a little, scratching the back of his head.

"And I doubt Michella thinks you've failed her at all." You continued, "She knows she can rely on you to know right from wrong. She knows you'll always do what you think is the right thing to do and given your gut instincts... it's usually the best thing to do."

Leo felt like his head was spinning, in a good way. You rarely talked so much, let alone bringing up things like morality and such.

You focused on your hands, finding it easier to talk toward them instead, "Besides, it's not like you're completely useless around the office. You're really good at making friends, and making people feel welcomed or seen. In a good way. You kinda just have a certain... charm? air? thing about you that even someone like me can just exist and not feel judged or have any sort of expectation outside of being friends."

A slight pause, "Though I guess that kinda went a little further than just friends in my case. But its not like that's it either."

"[Name]..."

"I mean, who else in the office can really see a set of blueprints and notice the pattern was from a movie? You have a lot of niche talents that don't always shine through right away. I mean, you were the only one small enough to pilot that tiny helicopter. Even Chain was having problems. And she can phase through stuff!"

You stopped, not sure where all you were really going with this. Until Leo rested his hand over yours.

"You're a lot cooler than you think Leo." You finally looked back up at him, "And a lot more needed. Even if no one else can see it, even if you can't see it yourself. I always see just how amazing you are."

[aardvark-123]

~Go South-East, Young Minh~

Minh had been procrastinating on searching for her kidnapped son Shaun without shame. However, after taking back the Castle, she found herself missing the little boy. She decided to head out for Diamond City, where there might have been a detective or something, leaving Sanctuary Hills in the capable hands of its mightiest warrior.

Diamond City lay in the rugged heart of Boston, where tall, angry super mutants walked their green mutant dogs, bandits tried to make an honest living shooting anything that wandered past, and all the buildings made the game run so badly I wouldn't even think of trying to film anything.

To get to Diamond City, Minh first had to cross the old bridge.

In a sure sign of things to come, raiders who'd made their camp on an old cargo boat tried to waylay her as she passed.

"I really do wonder," Minh said to herself, "where the Hell I'm supposed to find Diamond City. I don't know, something's telling me it might be along this way..."

It was. As it turned out, there was a reporter outside, demanding to be let in, but getting nowhere. She (the reporter) jumped at the chance to use her (Minh) as a pretext to get through the gate.

"Tra... der? Oh, yeah, from Quincy, that's me! Madame Quincy, as we call her, authorised me to sell all sorts of great stuff on her behalf! Water, carrots, vintage desk fans, the works! She also offered me a line of credit to buy some of your, er, freshly-picked, um, diamonds!" stammered Minh.

"Jesus, this 'Piper' lady really must be trouble if the mayor came out just to yell at her," Minh reflected after being allowed in. "I must get her number! No, wait, there aren't any telephones that work. I must get her... shoe size! Or something!"

Diamond City was a jaw-dropping sight. It was also built on the ruins of a baseball field, Minh quickly realised as Piper showed her around. Something about the layout of the place tickled a long-dormant corner of Minh's brain. A ball park, a few miles south of Cambridge, next to the river...

"Oh, my God!" Minh gasped. "Fenway Park!"

"Er, Fenway who?" said Piper, peering at her in confusion. "Is that your name? I'm Piper Wright."

"No, this place, it was Fenway Park before all the, you know... Apocalypse and stuff. I used to watch every Red Sox game in here, tried to join the women's team, but apparently I wasn't what they were looking for..."

Piper's hat leapt from her head as she jumped up in amazement. "You're from BEFORE THE GREAT WAR?! I-I don't believe it! You look too nice, well, too alive to be a ghoul!"

"Er, w-well, I'm not a ghoul, I was frozen in time- No, frozen FOR a long time, in a freezer, then they shot Facian-" stammered Minh.

"Ohhh, I just HAVE to get an exclusive interview with you! Come on, this way!" Piper all but dragged Minh down the stairs to her news office.

Somehow, Minh managed to provide Piper with enough inspiring quotes to keep Publick Occurrences afloat for another few weeks.

Her head spinning, Minh went to the pub for some pie.

The mood in Diamond City, she was noticing over time, was rather low. Everybody seemed to be worried about "The Institute", which presumably was an institute of some description, sending "Synths", which presumably were pieces of electronic music-making equipment, to infiltrate and subvert their society.

After four or five difficult conversations on whether she really was human, Minh was getting tired. "Are you a Synth? No, seriously, are you a dangerous and unknowable agent of a dangerous, unknowable foreign power, trying to worm your way into our lovely free society by pretending to be a normal person?!" It felt just like being Vietnamese in the late 2070s.

"I'm fed up of this, Piper!" Minh vented over drinks that evening. "Everyone's seeing Synths everywhere. Is it the sunglasses? Do they make me look...?" She sighed. "I think they look cool."

"Don't worry, I know you aren't a Synth," said Piper, giving her a pat on the shoulder. "Why would the Institute need to send you, when Mayor McDonough is ALREADY a Synth?! That's why he has it in for me, because he knows sooner or later I'll expose him in front of the whole world!"

"Oh... Really? You don't say," said Minh, on the edge of despair. "And do you, perchance, have concrete evidence in favour of these accusations, dearest Piper?"

Piper scoffed. "Oh, you bet I do! The mayor, see, he was sitting in that chair, right over there..." Piper pointed at a chair. "The same chair a different man sat in over SIXTY YEARS AGO!"

"Oh. I see." Minh clambered over the bar, grabbed a large bottle of vodka from the hands of the startled publican and devoured the liquid in one long, slow gulp.

[sw4tch]

i guess my dream today was prophetic

I'm tired of people playing with my feelings, and then tossing me aside once I'm not useful to them anymore. But I'm more upset with myself than anything for always, always, making a fool out of me.

You see, today i shall vent about once more being unlucky in love (this shall give context to the first statement)

You know how i talked about starting to go on dates with someone from the office? Yeah we went on like 2-3 dates so far, and i thought it was going well because they've been affectionate and nice to me so far so i went "this is working! I am building a romantic relationship!"

Well it didn't work because today they sat down with me and went "hey i don't think I'm ready for a romantic relationship yet, but we can still go on friend dates if you want"

Which.

Deep sigh.

Listen, I'm not mad (just disappointed).

Mostly because they had actually told me before this started that they had just gone through a breakup so they needed to take things slow. So hey u know what? This is fair, i was warned so i genuinely don't feel angry at them.

I just. I feel angry at myself haha

Haha...

You know why? Because I keep... I keep being rejected. Each time I offer my emotional labor to these people (as in, i listen to their problems, i listen and let them vent to me, i offer solutions and comfort, and overall just accept them with open arms because that's what i wish someone would do for me) and each time they start the same way:

They say sweet things to me. They promise they like me for me, they get affectionate, they say things like "oh we are soulmates!" or "i would accept you completely" and i will Believe it.

And then i will, idk, do something wrong surely? Because after a while they will just. Drop it.

They didn't mean it at all. We were never soulmates, they never liked me romantically, there was just something wrong with me and they decided they didn't like me at all.

Yet, they will still come to me to be comforted, to be listened to, to be heard and not be judged.

Because I'm a good friend, aren't I? I'm a good friend, because that's what i work hard to be.

Because if i can't be loved like a person, i can at least be loved like a dog.

That sounds so bitter. Forgive me, it is in the heat of the moment.

I'm just sad. Upset at myself. Because even though i know exactly what's wrong with me, i know others don't. (Because the last thing i want people to know is of my deep mental anguish. That's only for my diary to know.)

So what do they see in me that they dislike so much?

What do they see that i can't see? Which are my failings that are so fatal that people that claim to like me get repelled by them?

But only romantically?

Because they all still seem to tolerate me as a friend. Like me as a friend. Want my friendship at least. They wouldn't come to me with their problems if that weren't the case.

It's all I'm good for, to people.

To be a friend.

Oh I'm crying but i know it's because i feel so used.

Not because I'm upset at the person from today.

I feel used. I feel so used.

My main way of loving someone is to offer all the emotional comfort i can. I want to be there for them. I want to be someone others can rely on. I want to be someone's safe heaven.

Because that's what I wish i could get.

It is also the least I can do for people I love.

I don't mind doing it for friends. I do, truly, work my hardest to be a good friend. I wish to be a positive presence in the lives of others.

It's the least I can do.

But when someone takes that love i pour into them for romantic reasons, and then reject it? While still wanting me to just stay the same? To offer that same love with the clear clarification that they don't want me, the person, but the thing i can do (the comfort?)

It breaks me. It makes me feel so bad. It makes me feel dirty. It feels wrong.

It feels so bad for me. It breaks my heart.

That's it, it breaks my heart.

Sigh.

Okay, the feelings this caused me are being processed as we speak.

Oh right, the thing about my dream.

Today I woke up with this phrase in mind "Human heart for sale. Never used, well loved."

And it was weird because clearly it's similar to Hemingway's baby shoes but it came out of nowhere.

Anyway, during my morning shower i decided it meant "someone who's never loved anyone, while being loved by many people around them"

It's a very tragic thought isn't it? A tragic romantic thought.

Waking up with a heartbreaking quote should have warned me that today would end on a sad note.

Sigh.

Alright, lining up the last of my thoughts.

Once again, the person had told me this might not work out in the end, so that's on me. Genuinely, my bad. It was only me who got their hopes up after feeling like i had met someone i could have something nice with.

I didn't cry that much, so that's good! This heartbreak is very manageable since I liked this person but not in an Obsessive way. So another good point! We were casual about this whole thing, good job.

And now. Well I guess I can go back to the dating apps...? Gosh, that's such a chore.

I wish... I didn't feel the need to look for a romantic connection. Like, i am happy with a single life. But I do dream of one day experiencing the love i have read so much about in stories, so i can't give up on that foolish dream. Also...

Well I just wanna be gay with someone I love. I want a queer sucess story! I wanna be queer completely!!!!! This just means I wanna share my whole heart with someone else!!!! Queer love!!!! Queer love!!!! I want to experience it!!!!!!!! I want to be seen!!!!!!!!!!! And understood!!!!!! And loved!!!!!!! In the ways I've always dreamed of!!!!!!!!

So i shall persevere!!!!!!!!! Snaily will never give up on love because love is real!!!! Love is real!!!!!! Love is real!!!!!!

[gclionessa1230]

Vent:

UPDATE:

Been sick and threw up this morning from the acid and the stress of all of this. I've about had it with hubs and all. Right now I'm at a place to grab a very light lunch before I go back and sleep in the car for the next 20 or so minutes. I didn't want to work but I had to get away from hubs so my life wouldn't be hell today. (And we're short at work too which doesn't help me.)

at home now and gonna take the reflux med but hubs is still acting like an arse but at least he did eat finally. i'm gonna ignore him for the moment and see how it goes but venting here was a bit of a relief for me cause i don't want him to find any of this. but i meant what i said in this one completely.

Main:

About to break someone's neck here and let it go. He doesn't deserve to live anymore (hubs for some of you peeps). Not after he chewed everyone out for a freaking spilled drink. He went overboard with the whole thing and if he had let me I would have walked to the nearby convenience store and got him one to replace it. But he doesn't want the food and wants me to eat it tomorrow for lunch and I don't have anywhere to put it or even heat it up. Screw that. I'll leave the damn thing in the fridge and forget it and he can eat it later. And all this cause our daughter accidentally knocked his drink over. He overreacts to so many things that it's stupid. I don't even know why I’m trying to stay with this. He's an asshole, a slob and doesn't care. His blood sugar was out of whack last night and the damn alarms went off at least 3 times. I was so tired of hearing them that I didn't sleep that well last night and was out of it all day at work. I'm about to find out if I can disable a few of them and only have the urgent low alarm go off (if he gets that low). But that's only if I can get a hold of that phone to do that. I'll figure something out later. I'm just sick of this crap with him and ready to toss his brain into the street one day. Or break that cane in half. And this is why I won't ever try and be sexy for him. He's lost the appeal ever since he lost his s*x drive. Ugh.

If and I mean *if* he ever gets this "personal care assistant" I hope it's some mean older lady or guy that can put him in his place and kick his ass down a peg or two. And by 'mean' I mean the kind that'll make him shut the hell up if he so much as tries to argue with me or try to blame us for something that he clearly did. And they'll make him apologize and be quiet and do what he's told, such as taking meds and eating. (Group or care home that controls everything would work for this and no phones allowed either.)

Had to let this out and this is one of a few places where I can. He wants me to leave at 7.15a in the morning to be at work by 8a. Fair enough but I would have to leave him alone without any food and he has to eat or his blood sugar goes crazy. It did last night and kept waking us. I'm gonna try and kill those alarms if they go off again cause he ignores them. And I can't wake him anyways when they do go off. I don't even bother anymore. I can't deal with him and I'm sick of him. I'll try and sleep and hope it's better than last night. Stupid dog didn't want to be quiet either as he's still being kept crated for that injury and the sedative doesn't work that well on him. Sigh.