#Okay but like they could have tried harder with season 5

[cookii-moon]

I just realized Sensei Yang's backstory could have passed as a legitimate horror story in any other circumstance if it was executed right.

..am I the only one who thinks so?

Let's not beat around the bush t's really not scary in the show. Like at all. Literally the most he does is turn Cole into a ghost and handcuff him once then proceed to spill his sad sob story which.. the way it's delivered really falls flat. And the Lego aesthetic, while not usually an issue, doesn't do much to help his case. I mean I'm not complaining because my horror tolerance isn't very good, but like... the story itself genuinely feels like it could legitimately have been pretty spooky if it was done differently?

Like a real world, abandoned Japanese temple/dojo, said to be haunted by it's former master who killed all of his students and himself in a fit of madness and threw the surrounding area into an unexplained diseased decay, cursed to haunt it until his last breaths and passing that curse onto any who enter after dark? That sounds like a horror story that could legitimately exist. And maybe be featured as one of the most allegedly haunted locations because apparently there's entire agencies dedicated to measuring how "paranormal" a place is and giving out titles for it.

But uh, yeah. The whole point of this is just... that Yang was underutilized. Oh, and he has connections to dark magic, and is still in the temple. We have NO clue what happened to him outside of Way of the departed, which isn't even finished so we still don't have an answer and even then it's not fully canon yet. And magic in Ninjago in general is underutilized. Like the writers really just went and said "hey so yeah magic exists in Ninjago and has existed in it for like thousands of years and (According to WotD) has connections to the earth element and we're going to keep dropping minor magic using villains but we're not going to elaborate on it at all" like they just dropped the equivalent of a hollow bombshell on us and NOBODY talks about it like W H A T.

...I may have plans to explore that in an AU but that's far from ready yet.

Anyway bye. I just... noticed this. Randomly. I would say it was a 3 am thought but it wasn't 3 am so.

[disneyprincemuke]

the overachiever * fem!driver

she's just a little competitive, that's all

pairings: logan sargeant x fem!driver, sebastian vettel x fem!driver, oscar piastri x fem!driver, liam lawson x fem!driver

notes: YAUUUR i'm back with em femdriver updates dawg

(series masterlist) | (📂 the rookie season)

oscar leans to the side as he avoids the ball hurled at him at seemingly an alarming rate — could have possibly taken his head off if he hadn’t moved fast enough — then turns back to the pair on the other side of the court. “oi!”

“loser!” she pumps her fist in the air and hops over to her teammate on her side of the court, hand lifted for a high-5. “do better.”

oscar rests a hand on his hip, chest heaving as he whirls around to where the ball had bounced to. “this was supposed to be a chill game. what is your problem?”

liam laughs, clutching his stomach as he threw his head back. he catches the girl’s hand and nods. “sore losers, aren’t they?”

“isn’t this your first time playing padel?” logan scowls. “how are you already so good at it?”

she shrugs as she puts her racket between her legs, readjusting her ponytail. “you know i can’t stand when i’m bad at things. of course, i prepared myself for today.”

when oscar had invited them out for a game of padel, he had expected it to be a first out of many short games. what nobody had expected, though, is for the girl — who claimed to know nothing of the sport just a week ago — to be absolutely dominating them on the court.

there is a reason they hadn’t invited the rest of their friends or anyone else from the grid. they just wanted to slowly take their time to learn the ropes of the game so that when the season goes underway, they don’t embarrass themselves when they get invited to games by other drivers.

but of course, the overachiever did her research and is already excelling to a certain extent. it’s just something they’d had to endure over the years: her in-explainable need to be good at everything immediately. if she’s not good at it from the get-go, she loses interest quickly.

“how? how could you have possibly prepared yourself for a game of padel? you didn’t even have a racket until 3 days ago,” logan scolds, throwing his arms in the air as the frustration slowly gets to him. there’s just something about her beating him in absolutely everything that’s sort of absurd. “i was literally with you when we went to get your stupid racket!”

“there’s this thing called youtube?” she hums with an eyebrow raised with the roll of her eyes. “and i asked fernando for some tips. so i’m kind of… like… a pro.”

“doesn’t make you a pro,” oscar scowls with a frown as he shakes his head. “makes you a bit of a nerd, though.”

“well i am graduating with a degree in information technology in a couple of months. so, perhaps, i could be a nerd,” she hums, with a giddy grin, “at least if the whole racing thing doesn’t work out… i have a way out. unlike you dropouts!”

“a woman in stem!” liam cheers. “if you graduate first class, i’ll buy you a car. what’s your current grades?”

she presses her lips together, nodding as she tries to formulate a plan for her education. “if i study harder for my final exam in a week, i could make that happen. i’m a pretty solid b grade student.”

“i meant a toy car, you freak,” liam frowns, scowling at her. “you think i’m getting paid loads as a reserve driver?”

“i overheard the team discussing you the other afternoon. who knows? we very well may be teammates next year.”

“i sure hope not,” logan butts in with a snort. “that wouldn’t do anyone any good — two idiots in the same team.”

she tilts her head, blinking innocently at him. “what do you mean? williams seems to be doing great with that kind of lineup this year.”

logan clenches his jaw, puckering his lips as he looks at her. “okay.”

“enough fighting,” oscar rolls his eyes. “ready to lose again, logan?”

the american sighs. “yeah, i guess.”

“god, don’t you know what a demonstration means?” max clutches his stomach, hunching over as the pain shoots through his torso. he watches the ball slowly bounce on the ground, right after hitting him in the stomach.

beside her, penelope giggles as she approaches max in concern. “are you okay, maxie?”

max shakes his head, glancing at the young child before dropping to his knees as he groans. “no, p. she bullied me!”

“she’s so strong!” penelope cheers, hopping over to the older girl with a screechy giggle. “but you should say sorry, maybe!”

“you’re right,” she grins, patting penelope on the head. “i’m sorry, max.” she leans down to max’s ear out of penelope’s hearing range. “that you got outplayed by a girl.”

max lifts his head to glare at her. they were just teaching penelope how to play football, the older girl describing earlier how to score effectively after she expressed interest in the sport. when she was asked to demonstrate the move, max didn’t expect her to kick the ball so hard.

“i knew that was coming. you’re so harsh!”

he was expecting a semi-strong kick to his stomach — something that he could catch and bear before they continued their small game of football. but no, she kicked the ball as hard as she could and almost incapacitated him.

though, perhaps incapacitated is too strong of a word. but he still does feel it in his gut, stumbling back in confusion when the ball came into contact with him.

can he really blame her, though? he sort of gets it: the need to be good at everything to please people. maybe it’s the eldest sibling trait.

“i was in varsity when i was in primary school,” she presses her lips together with a small smile. she holds her arms out to the younger girl and gestures towards her parent’s house. “i could get blythe to make us orange juice, p. do you want some?”

she sighs and drops her hands. “you can do better than that.”

logan drops his stance, his hands resting by the side of his body. “what do you mean? i don’t want to hit you so hard.”

“why? it’s not our first time sparring,” she scowls, wiping the side of her face on the sleeve of her shirt. she lifts her hands again, inside a pair of boxing gloves, and protects her face. “come on. hit me like you mean it.”

“i’m not going to hit you,” logan mutters. “we’re just warming up until benny and noah get here, right? that’s what you said.”

“yeah, but,” she darts a hand out, barely missing logan’s face when he leans back to avoid her punch, “i want a real challenge before they get here. come on, logan.”

but logan doesn’t fight back. instead, he takes several steps back when she tries to approach him, both arms darting out in an attempt to rile him up into a real spar.

“stop trying. i’m not doing this with you,” logan sighs, touching gloves with her everytime she tries to reach forward for him. “i know you were in martial arts growing up too, but i wasn’t. i’m just here because you asked me to be here.”

she grins. “exactly. so, fight back. don’t be a coward.”

“you’re not going to rile me up into a fight. i’m not you.”

“it works sometimes.” she dips down slightly and throws a punch into his stomach, prompting a huff as it hits him. “hit me back.”

“no way. stop asking me to do that.”

“coward.”

“okay.”

she touches his thigh with her feet, the taller boy stumbling slightly. “you’re just gonna let me do that to you? do something.”

“you’re not gonna get anything out of him.” a familiar voice makes both of you turn your head towards the door, benny walking in with a small smile and a gym bag over his shoulder. “very patient, this guy.”

“you clearly did not live in the same house as him for years,” she laughs, running over with her arms opens to get a hug. “will you spar with me until noah gets here? logan is so boring — he never hits me back.”

“hey!”

“sure! but you can’t cry when you lose.”

“maybe.”

sebastian tilts his head and furrows his eyebrows. “are you sure go-karting is what you wanna do over summer break? don’t you have other things to do?”

“we’ve done everything she wants to do,” oscar says begrudgingly as he puts his helmet on. “she cried this morning saying she misses racing.”

logan also looks tiredly at sebastian, shaking his head as he takes his helmet out of his bag. “i woke up to her sleeping on the couch hugging her helmet, by the way.”

the girl scoffs, punching logan’s arm as he unveils a secret he was sworn to never say to anybody else just this afternoon. “no, i was not!”

“ah, don’t be so shy about it,” sebastian smiles. “i also felt like that in my rookie year. all i could think of was being out on the track.”

“i guess i could study for my exams.” she exchanges glances with the 3 men around her before shrugging. “oh, well. time to race and beat your asses.”

“oh? you think you could be a 4-time world champion?” sebastian raises his eyebrows. “i’d like to see you try.”

“you clearly haven’t met me,” she hums, stopping in her track to turn around and face sebastian. she holds a hand out between them. “hi, i’m the most competitive girl you’ll ever meet. and i will beat you at go-karting today.”

while that doesn’t actually happen that evening, sebastian laughed as he climbed out of his go-kart at the end of their 10-minute race. she swears to him that someday she will be good enough to beat him in equal machinery (a go-kart).

which oscar begs to argue that she’s simply overdramatising the situation. but she just knows it’ll happen eventually.

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[kaminocasey]

We Were Golden Part 5

Summary: You get to Cut and Suu's. Tension between you and Hunter starts to rise.

Pairing: Ex!Crosshair x Reader / (Eventual?) Hunter x Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Smut in a dream (oral f receiving), angst

WC: 4.2K

A/N: Wow, it's been a hot minute since I've updated and I'm so sorry. That season 3 trailer really put my ass in gear, huh? Lol.

We Were Golden Masterlist │ TAGLIST FORM

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“Fuck, you’re so pretty…” Crosshair groans softly in your ear as he teases your clit with his slender fingers, with you pushed up against the fresher sink.

Letting out a soft whimper, you catch his lips in a passionate kiss, needing more of him. 

You and Crosshair have been together for three months and within those three months, there hadn’t been a day that the two of you hadn’t found yourselves like this in the fresher, locked away, enjoying each other. In the midst of war and battles, all you could do was cling to these little moments. 

He drops to his knees, latching his perfect lips to your cunt, determined to make you cum harder than the night before and the night before that and so on. 

“Cross-” You gasp, gripping his silver hair tightly, desperately.

“That’s it, Princess.” He praises you, slipping a long, slender finger into you. “Want you to cum on my face just like this.” 

You wake up with tears in your eyes, sitting up to wipe them with your sleeve. When you look up, you find Hunter sitting in his bunk across from yours, watching you. The look on his face is of concern but he’s clearly trying to give you space. 

“You… okay?” He asks you, but you shrug with a sniffle. “You wanna talk about it?”

You shake your head. “Not really.” 

What was there to say? 

You left Crosshair back on Kamino… you’re a terrible partner… how could you live with yourself? He would’ve never done that to you. Right?

“It’s not your fault, you know.” Hunter murmurs across to you, softly. 

He’s always been able to read your mind and usually, it’s endearing. But right now, you’re still slightly resentful of him, even though you really don’t want to be.

“No, I suppose not…” You stare at him.

But he reads your mind again. Your eyes still say It’s yours. Even though you don’t really believe that. 

“I know…” He nods. “I’m sorry…” 

“I know you are.” You sigh. “It’s just… hard.” 

He puts his feet down on the ground and leans forward to you, his forearms resting on his thighs.

“We’re going to get him back, okay? I just had to get the kid out of there.” Hunter murmurs, glancing down the hall at Omega, who’s asleep against Gonky. 

“I get it…” You sit up, your legs resting against his as you lean on your forearms as well. “I really do…”

The two of you are closer now, looking at each other. It’s almost comforting, after sleeping in the empty bunk, missing Crosshair’s presence. But then, you’re hit with the memory that he shot at his own brothers… tried to stop you from getting to safety. This new him… what if it’s permanent?

“I just…” You look down at your hands, clasping them together. “I miss him… and it’s weird… because that person we left behind… was not Crosshair. And I keep thinking… what if we can’t get him back to normal?” 

“We’ll figure it out if it comes to that.” He pats your hand and you place your other hand over his, nodding. “I think Crosshair was sort of right… Maybe I’ve been making bad calls-”

“Stop.” You squeeze his hand, catching his eye so that he looks at you. “You’re doing what you think is best for this squad. I told you a long time ago that I would follow you to the ends of the galaxy, Hunter. You’re a good leader. A great one. And there’s no one else I’d rather follow.”

You don’t miss the way he glances at your lips, but you choose to ignore it. 

“Would you really follow me to the ends of the galaxy?” He smiles, softly.

You roll your eyes, smirking, bumping your knee against his. “You know I would.” 

You hear Echo clearing his throat in the doorway and as you look up at him, you and Hunter separate as if you’ve been caught in some compromising position. 

“What is it?” Hunter asks, standing up. 

“Should I move the kid?” He looks down at Omega behind him. 

“I’ve got her.” Hunter steps over Wrecker’s leg and scoops her up, carrying her to his bunk and laying her down gently.

You ignore the tug in your chest at the gentle action and lean against the wall, crossing your arms.

Hunter steps back into the doorway, looking down at her, chuckling. “It’s a first, isn’t it?” 

“Inspecting every corner of the ship finally tired her out.” Echo smirks. 

“Yeah, she’s curious. I’ll give her that.” Hunter glances at you again.

“Hunter, she’s a child. What are we going to do with her?” Echo whispers with a sigh.

You’d all been through a lot over the last 24 hours, but you can’t help the attachment you’ve already formed with Omega. She deserves better than what she was given on Kamino. You could all give her that… But also, you know that this life that you and the Batch have is incredibly dangerous for a child. Obviously, she needs someone and she’s very clearly already attached to you guys as well. Especially Hunter. 

Hunter looks to you as if you could have all the answers but you just give him an encouraging smile, knowing he’ll make the right decision.

“We are coming up on Saleucami.” Tech announces.

Hunter joins Tech up in the cockpit, leaving you and Echo in the bunk room doorway. Echo gives you a strange look and you raise your eyebrows.

“What?” You ask.

He shrugs, glancing at Hunter, knowing Hunter can hear. You’re sure he’ll bring it up later when you land. 

“You wanna wake her up or you want me to?” Echo asks. 

“I’ve got her.” You start toward Omega but she’s already sitting up, rubbing her eyes.

“Are we there already?” She asks and you can’t help but smile.

“Yeah we are.” You reply.

She immediately bounces up, ready at the hatch, but Hunter pulls her back.

“Whenever we land, I go first, so I can make sure it’s safe, alright?” He asks her, softly.

She nods up at him, her eyes already filled with wonder, as Tech lands the Marauder. Hunter still hasn’t told you who’s on Saleucami that they know, so you’re a little anxious, even though you trust him fully. 

Hunter hits the hatch button and it comes down, the steps ascending with it. He walks down the hatch first with Echo behind him, and then Tech, Wrecker, and you. Omega is the last to exit the ship and when you turn around to tell her to follow close with you, you find her shielding her eyes from the sunlight, clearly having never been used to such light before on Kamino. When she gets used to the light, you watch the wonder fill her eyes once again and your chest tightens.

“Huh? What’s with her?” Wrecker asks, confused.

All of the guys turn to look and watch Omega inhale the fresh air and then step on dirt for the very first time. You just can’t help but smile as she kneels down to the ground to sift it through her fingers. 

“Woah.” Omega looks at it falling from her hand, with wonder. “What is this?”

“That would be dirt.” Tech speaks up and you grin. 

You’ve wondered a few times what it would be like to have kids. Though, you were never fully sure if you wanted them. But looking at Omega experiencing things for the first time, brings you to a realization that maybe one day… it wouldn’t be so bad. 

You and Crosshair had talked about your futures many times, but never about children. Would he ever want them? 

What about Hunter? 

Wow. Where did that come from? You shake your head slightly, trying to clear your head as you look around you. 

Omega lets out a soft gasp. “It’s amazing.”

When she stands up, she giggles and kicks it around a little bit, sending it up into the air around her. You and Hunter smile at each other before looking back down at her as she joins the group. 

You notice Hunter quickly glance up at the sky when some thunder rumbles. 

“Come on. Let’s get moving.” He nods toward some fields. 

As you start walking through the fields, you keep a safe eye on Omega as she finds wonder in every stalk and plant and insect. Her curiosity is a breath of fresh air, honestly. 

When you glance forward, you find Hunter’s eyes on you and you go warm in the face and look up at the sky. Things were so easy a couple days ago. Now everything is so turned around and different. You’re supposed to be able to handle the biggest changes. To adapt. To survive. 

You hear Echo call your name and tell you to watch out. But due to your mind being elsewhere, you don’t comprehend what he’s saying in time and step into an unfortunately deep mud puddle.

“Karking hell…” You groan as you find yourself waist deep in the puddle, which just turns out to actually be a hole in the ground.

Echo and Wrecker immediately burst into laughter. You start to throw an obscene gesture at them but then remember the kid and just settle for a glare instead. With a grumble, you reach for your pack and toss it to Hunter who sets it to the side and starts to reach for your hand. You ignore it and instead crawl your way out. Wrecker ignores your protests and helps you to stand. 

Tech scans you with his data pad. “Nothing seems to be hurt or bruised.”

“Just her ego.” Echo teases.

That time you do throw up your finger, walking ahead of the group, despite not being entirely sure where you’re going. You can practically feel Hunter’s gaze on you now. 

“Anyway, this friend of yours, what’s he doing all the way out here?” Echo asks.

“Hiding. That’s what deserters do.” Tech informs him.

A deserter? 

“Staying off the radar’s not our specialty, but he’s been doing it for years.” Hunter speaks up.

“And you trust a deserter?” Echo seems unsure.

He’s always been a loyal soldier to the Republic. Of course he’d be wary of a deserter. But before you can point out that you’re all technically deserters now, Tech speaks up.

“Why not? We’re all deserters now.” Tech says what’s on your mind and you nod in agreement. 

Hunter speeds up a little bit in front of you, putting up his fist for you all to stop, just as you’re about to point out the trip wire. He even stops Omega as she was about to keep walking. 

“What are we looking at?” Omega looks up at him.

“A booby trap.” Hunter informs her, but Wrecker steps over it.

“Single trip wire.” He chuckles. “That’s cute.”

Just as he says that, he triggers a second trap sending a circle of battle droids pointing guns at Wrecker flying up around him. You quickly pull Omega behind you, like it’s already a reflex to protect her.

“WOAH!” Wrecker lets out a yell and quickly pulls his blaster off his back and shoots down the droids. 

“Easy, Wrecker!” Hunter shouts, trying to get the giant to settle down just as you realize the droids aren’t active.

Thank the Maker. 

“W-was that me?” He asks, confused.

Before anyone can say anything else, you all hear a female voice and then turn to look toward it. 

“What do we have here? More clones who have lost their way.” A pink Twi’lek woman and a man with her are pointing a rifle at your group. 

“It’s been a while fellas.” The man puts his gun down.

You quickly realize the man is a clone and you look to Hunter for some sort of an explanation. How do they know these two people?

“You look like you could use a shower.” The woman smiles at you, eyeing the dried mud.

“Yeah, you got a hole in your field out that way.” You tell them, back behind you.

“Sorry about that, I’ve been meaning to fill it in.” The man tells you as you start walking toward their house. 

When they let you inside, the guys all gather around the table and Hunter starts to introduce you while Omega starts to check everything out. You don’t blame her one bit. This small house has to be intriguing to someone who’s spent their entire life in a Kaminoan facility. This place, which is full of life and warmth, is basically the complete opposite of Kamino. 

“I see a few new faces.” The woman says after getting everyone a drink.

Hunter introduces you, Echo, and Omega and then the two hosts as Cut and Suu. Omega waves up at Suu, politely, and Suu waves back. 

“Pleased to meet you.” She tells you all.

“Ma’am.” Echo nods, politely, and you can’t help but smile. 

When you met Echo back in the 501st, he was quite smooth with the ladies. Since his incident, he’s been more refined and not as outgoing. It was also really hard on him when he learned about his twin, Fives, who was basically joined at his hip. They did everything together. And that included going out and finding women together. They were something, that’s for sure.

Cut looks up suddenly. “Where’s Crosshair?”

The guys all look at you and you get a soft pang in your chest. You and Hunter make eye contact for the first time since before you fell in that mud hole and he sighs. 

“It’s complicated.” Hunter tells Cut, pulling his gaze away from you. 

“Sounds familiar.” Cut smiles, obviously noticing the look between you and Hunter. “Rex told us about the clone troopers turning against the Jedi.” 

Rex?

“You talked to Rex? When?” Echo asks, more eagerly.

Your brain goes back to the 501st. You could never imagine them killing Anakin Skywalker nor his former padawan Ahsoka Tano. Last you’d heard some of the 501st branched off to help her and a group of Mandalorians. You know that yours and Echo’s brains must be on the same wavelength because you both share a look of concern. 

Rex would never hurt either of them. Right?

“Well, he passed through yesterday.” Cut tells Echo.

“Where’d he go?” Echo asks.

“Didn’t ask.” Cut shrugs. “He was going on about some behavioral implant.”

Omega joins the table, next to Hunter. “He must mean the inhibitor chip.”

“The what?” Hunter asks her.

“Inhibitor chips. The Kaminoans implanted them in the clones to modify their behavior.” She tells him. 

You look at all of the guys, confused. Inhibitor chips. So that means if that’s what’s making Crosshair act this way, it can be removed… right?

“Tech, you said the regs were programmed but you never mentioned a chip.” Hunter looks over at Tech.

“How else did you think it worked?” Tech looks up from his data pad.

Suddenly, the front door bursts open and two small children come running in. 

“Mom! Dad!” They yell. “There’s a ship outside!” 

“Shaeeah, Jek!” Wrecker yells, excitedly. “Remember me?”

They both yell “Uncle Wrecker!” as Wrecker scoops them up in a hug. It warms your heart how good Wrecker is with kids. You suppose it’s probably got something to do with the fact that he can be like a big kid himself sometimes. But the fact that they’re calling him “uncle Wrecker” means that they all know these people well. 

The girl, Shaeeah, turns toward Omega. “Who are you?”

Omega suddenly gets shy, peering out from behind Hunter’s chair. 

“Omega.” She tells them. 

“We never see kids around here.” Shaeeah informs her, grabbing her hand. “Come with us.”

The kids start ushering Omega toward the door and Omega looks back at Hunter, as if for reassurance that it’s alright. Hunter gives her the softest smile and a nod to let her know that it’s okay. With that, they drag Omega out to go play and Suu turns toward you.

“I suppose you would like that shower now.” She smiles.

“That would be great.” You smile, gratefully, taking your pack with you.

She grabs you an extra pair of clothes that she said she’d had lying around for a long time and didn’t need anymore and you thank her again as she shows you to the fresher. 

You shred your muddy clothing and hop in the shower, immediately appreciating the warm water. You let it run over your body for a moment before starting to scrub. 

Once the grime is off of you and your hair is clean, you feel instantly better. You get out of the shower, wrapping the towel around you. You put your shampoo and body wash back into your pack kit and pull out your brush, wiping the fog on the mirror down with the towel and then hanging it over the bar on the wall. 

You turn around and look in the mirror, seeing yourself for the first time since throwing up in the fresher back in the barracks on Kamino. You feel like you look different. Maybe it's because you aren’t necessarily who you were the other day anymore. So much has happened in such a small time frame, that would surely change anyone. 

You put the clothes that Suu gave you on, and notice it feels a bit snug. She’s obviously a bit smaller than you. Whatever. If you get uncomfortable, you’ll just borrow from one of the guys. 

As you walk out of the fresher, you see Hunter and Cut by the door. Hunter is in civilian clothing that Cut must have given him. You both just stand there and stare at each other because wow, he looks good with his arms showing. It’s not a sight that many get to see all that often due to the black bodysuits that GAR keep the clones in underneath their armor, and also because of said armor. 

Hunter’s eyes sweep down your body, taking in your form and he has to physically tear his eyes away from you by looking at Cut, who’s of course giving him a knowing look.

“We’re uh… heading into town. To book Cut, Suu, and the kids a shuttle offworld.” He tells you.

You nod. “Alright. Be safe.” 

He smiles, softly. “We will.” 

When they leave, you notice Suu’s eyes on you.

“Uh hi.” You clear your throat, sticking your pack with the rest of the Batch’s. 

“Are you two-?” She smirks as she takes your clothes and throws them in a washer tub.

“Ha. No, absolutely not.” You wave her off and go sit on the couch. 

She joins you on the couch, resting her arm on the back of it, grinning at you. “But you want to.” 

You shake your head, glancing over at the guys who aren’t even paying attention to you. Echo’s keeping an eye on Omega in the doorway. Tech’s nose is buried in his data pad and Wrecker is passed out in the recliner, mouth gaping open and snoring. 

“No. It’s not like that.” You shake your head. “I’m with or… was with… Crosshair.” 

“Oh…” She murmurs. “I apologize. I just saw the way that you two…”

You shrug your shoulders. “Hunter’s my best friend. We look out for each other.” 

“And what happened to Crosshair?” She asks.

That pang in your chest is starting to become familiar and you really don’t care much for it. You realize though that she’s probably asking because she knows him and is genuinely curious. 

“He chose this new… “Empire”. Or I suppose the inhibitor chip did…” You murmur, looking at the rug on the floor. 

“And you still love him.”

“Of course.” 

There’s no question. He may have broken up with you, but you’re still always going to love him. 

“But you have feelings for Hunter.”

It’s not a question that she’s asking. She’s telling you she sees right through your shit. But she’s not being rude about it. You don’t know what to say because what you and Hunter have is something too complicated, yet also easy. 

Complicated for others, easy to the two of you.

You’re sitting in the barracks by the window, watching the ocean rage on angrily, your knees drawn up and your chin resting on them. As always, you’ve never once seen a calm Kaminoan Sea.

You hear the doors slide open and shut and you assume it’s Crosshair come to apologize about your fight you had. Which have been becoming more frequent. And desperate to follow Hunter’s rules about it not affecting the group, you went out for some alone time on the Marauder and Crosshair got offended. 

Which is not only stupid, but also hypocritical because the man loves his alone time, which you’d pointed out and it only escalated things, making him storm out of the Marauder. 

“Hey.” Hunter’s voice is suddenly next to you as he sits in the window with you, but leaning his back on the window.

“Hey.” You look at him.

“Crosshair mentioned you’d had an… argument?” He raises an eyebrow.

You shrug.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He offers.

“What, are you trying to be my therapist?” You quip. 

He chuckles. “Just a friend.”

And that’s what Hunter became. Your best friend. 

After a while, Hunter and Cut finally return and Echo nods for Hunter to follow him outside. Which seems strange to you. Normally Echo isn’t usually shy about saying what’s on his mind in front of people. 

Unfortunately, your curiosity quickly gets the best of you and you decide to follow them once you think they’re far enough away. You watch as they head into the barn and quietly make your way that way so you can at least hear what they’re talking about. Being out of the know doesn’t sit well with you, that’s how you justify it being alright that you’re about to eavesdrop.

“I heard her talking to Suu… even Suu could practically see right through the two of you.” Echo tells Hunter as you lean up against the hale bay by the barn doors.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Look… I’m not saying don’t pursue her… But… give her time to get over Crosshair. We can’t afford any fuck ups right now. If you’re both not focusing-”

Hunter sighs and you can already tell he’s rubbing his hands down his face in exasperation. “I am giving her time, Echo. I’m giving her space. Hell, I’d even give her the entire galaxy if she asked for it. Since when are you so nosy?”

Your chest tightens at Hunter’s serious tone when he says that last part. 

“Since I heard the hurt in her voice, and saw it in her eyes when they brought up Crosshair.” 

Hunter’s apparently not the only one who can read you like a book. But Echo’s right. You need time. It’s not like you can just move on from Crosshair in a day. You spent every single day together for a year.  

“You think I didn’t?” Hunter snips.

Deciding you can’t handle anymore talk about Crosshair, you start to head back to the house but end up tripping over a smaller hale bay, cursing automatically as you fall to the ground. You try to yank yourself up quickly, but are met with two confused clones, staring down at you.

“Uh, hey. Looking for Omega.” You cough. 

Echo snorts and holds out his hand to help you up. “Right.”

You take his hand and Hunter rights you, holding a hand on your shoulder.

“You two should talk.” Echo lets go of your hand and shoots Hunter a look and walks off.

Hunter guides you down to the hay bale, sitting on it next to you, watching Omega as she plays with Shaeeah and Jek. You sit like that in comfortable silence for a little bit. And for a moment, it feels normal again.

“Echo’s right. We should talk.” Hunter murmurs.

“I hate when he’s right.” You sigh. 

He lets out a chuckle and then looks at you. His eyes briefly fall to your lips before settling on your eyes. 

After a moment, he gets back up and starts to pace a little bit. It’s clear that he’s anxious about whatever conversation has to be had between the two of you. He finally stops to look down at you and then looks at the barn and goes into it, knowing you’ll follow him. Because that’s what you and Hunter do, apparently. 

You could ask for the galaxy and he would give it to you, and you would follow him to the ends of it. 

What does that mean?

He turns to look at you, leaning forward on the table. You stand across from him, crossing your arms. 

“Just talk to me, Hunter.” You murmur, softly. “Please…” 

He opens his mouth to speak but Tech’s voice falls over Hunter’s comm requesting both of your presences back at the house. Hunter lets out an annoyed grunt.

“On our way.” Hunter pulls the comm up and talks into it, never breaking eye contact with you.

Whatever the conversation was, it’ll have to be put on hold for now. Which, judging from the way that Hunter’s looking at you, is probably for the best.

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Chapter 1: The Comfort She Brings

Series: “She”

Word count: 2,1k+

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Female! Reader; Past! Angel Reyes x Luisa Espina

Warnings: SPOILERS for Mayans MC season 5 episode 7, mayans mc typical warnings

A/n: Gosh, this episode hit me like a fucking truck. I have so many ideas for angsty pieces. This is just the beginning of it. Also this is gonna have a few parts because I just love Angel and lil Maverick.

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐌.𝐂. 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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When Angel comes home that night, holding crying Maverick in his arms, he doesn’t expect to see you there. He steps inside, trying not to panic because Luisa still hasn’t called, and he has that feeling in his gut that tells him something terrible has happened. He looks around, his eyes searching for his woman, but the house is oddly quiet and swallowed by darkness. 

He walks in further, turning the light on, and that’s when his eyes find you, back leaning against the kitchen counter as you cross your arms over your chest. The expression on your face tells him everything he needs to know. Luisa isn’t coming back. The woman he loved with all his being, the mother of his little son—she’s gone.

You can’t look him in the eyes, focusing instead on the wailing child in his arms. Angel sees straight through you, though. He sees the broken expression on your face that you try to mask so hard, but you’re unsuccessful. You could always keep your feelings concealed away from everyone but him. That’s the difference between you and him, you are good at lying, at hiding stuff, and he sucks at it—he is an open book, far too easy to read.

The man has no idea how to react. His whole world is burning, and he doesn’t know how to make it stop. He feels hopeless to the point it almost turns into numbness. Fate has always kicked his ass. Angel knew it was all too good to last forever.

He lets you take Maverick out of his arms, staring as you sway him in your hold, pecking the top of his little head. He backs you against the counter, taking your chin between his fingers and tilting your face up so that you have no choice but to look at him. 

“Where is she,” he asks, his eyes filled with dread. “Please, just tell me where she is.”

You stay silent for a while, still trying to avoid meeting his gaze. You don’t want to say it out loud because you know if you do it—it’s gonna make it real. Angel trails one of his fingers up and down your jaw, and it makes you falter. “I’m so sorry, Angel,” you mumble out.

His heart drops at your words. He doesn’t have to hear anything else. The man stares into your eyes, a flicker of anger crossing his expression but it vanishes just as quickly as it came. He drops his head, eyes closing as he tries to stop the tears from forming. 

“I’m so fucking sorry,” you repeat like a mantra, and Angel knows he doesn’t have it in him to be mad at you. 

“She—” he starts in a choked voice. He still can’t wrap his head around the fact that she’s gone. That she’s not coming back. “She was my whole world…”

You duck under Angel’s arms, stepping away from him. You can’t look at him. You can’t look at him and see the agonizing pain in his eyes. 

“We have a son,” he mumbles out, gazing mindlessly at Maverick’s face, swollen from crying all day. You sway him in your arms, shushing him with a gentle voice. It starts setting in. His son doesn’t have a mother anymore. He’s lost her just like Angel has lost his—taken away from him by somebody’s cruel hands.

He’s quick on his feet as he reaches you again and wraps his arms around you. He rests his cheek on Maverick’s head and listens to him breathe. The boy continues to cry into your shoulder, his tiny fists clenching your shirt. “It’s gonna be okay, sweet boy,” he whispers, kissing his head.

You breathe shakily, trying to keep your emotions in check, but it becomes harder and harder with every passing second—with every word leaving Angel’s mouth and with every weep of the little boy in your hold. The pain of losing her makes your heart clench painfully.

Angel knows how much Luisa meant to you, how much she’s done to keep you safe. She saved your life and helped you escape the people that were after you. She was your family. But now she’s gone, and you can’t do anything to bring her back—you can’t do anything to go back in time and prevent it all from happening.

“It’s my fault.” You can’t keep it in any longer, and the sobs wreck through your whole body. One of your hands reaches out to grasp the back of your friend’s shirt as you rest your forehead against his chest, letting tears spill out your eyes. Maverick cries louder.

“No.” Angel’s voice is soft but stern as he pulls back. He cradles your face in his palms, making you look at him. “I know you’re not the one to blame. It’s not your fault. It’ll never be your fault.” He kisses your forehead, his thumbs tracing over the spot as if trying to soothe you.

“I could’ve done more. I could’ve gone with her. Maybe she’d still be here then.” You close your eyes at Angel’s touch. You expect it to comfort you, but it doesn’t. Not this time. You only feel more guilty as he looks at your bawling face. You should be the one comforting him, not the opposite.

His thumb traces along your jawline as he leans down, pressing his forehead against yours. “You know that’s not true,” he says solemnly, a somber expression spreading across his face. “She made a choice to protect you. To protect Maverick.” He pauses, taking a shaky breath. “She always made her choices based on what was best. For you and for Maverick. She’s always been like that.” You can hear the pure sadness in his voice.

“No, I know I could’ve helped her. If only I came with her—”

“Cariño, you can’t think that. Maybe you could have gone with her, but if you had, the ending for you may have been the same. This was her choice and we have to respect it.”

You can feel his heart beating rapidly as he tries to imagine how it all went down. His eyes fill with tears, he wants to be strong for you and Maverick, but he can’t bear it. He needs someone to ease the pain. 

“We need to stay strong,” you mumble out finally as if reading his thoughts. “For this little guy.” You kiss the baby’s salty cheek, stepping out of Angel’s grasp. You don’t want to mourn in front of Angel; he needs your support just as much as you need his.

Your words snap him out of his trance of despair. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” 

You let out a deep breath, focusing on the child in your arms. “What’s happening, little boy?” You sway him in your arms, walking up to his crib and placing him inside on the freshly cleaned mattress.

“I think he’s sick.” Angel explains, following your retreating figure with his gaze. 

“Poor baby. Does he have a fever?” you ask, worried, gently pressing your palm against his forehead. It’s a little warmer than it should be, but nothing to be concerned about.

You look over your shoulder at Angel, noticing the bag of medicine that he brought inside when he came home. You walk over and look inside the plastic at the set of different boxes. You choose one of them and open it to find out what’s it for and how to dose it.

“I— I don’t know how much to give him and which one will work. I have no fucking idea,” he says, shrugging his arms hopelessly.

“Hey, don’t worry about it.” You take out the little measuring cup from inside the box and pour the medicine, checking if it’s the correct dosage for his age and weight. “We’ll give him some of this. It should do the trick. Soothe his belly.” 

The man steps closer and places his hand on your back, rubbing it up and down in a comforting way. “You know what you're doing?” he asks just to be sure, but all his concerns disappear when you respond with a low hum.

Angel observes as you walk back to the crib and help Maverick drink it. Your confidence makes him think you’ve done it a thousand times before. He wants to ask about it, but he doesn’t, choosing to wordlessly accept your help for now.

The infant lets you place the edge of the cup against his lips, grimacing at the unpleasant taste. He responds with a sob, trying to stand up, but you hold him back and gently lay him down on the mattress. You know he’s tired; he needs rest after spending the whole day awake with a hurting stomach. When he wakes up, he should be feeling a lot better.

After a few minutes of caressing his head, the baby closes his eyes. You continue delicately running your fingers through his soft short hair, waiting until he’s fallen asleep before you step back.

Finally, the house is quiet. All you can hear is the gentle sounds of the outside world, the birds, the wind, and the occasional cars going by.

You rinse the cup and put it back inside the box, sighing. “Are you gonna be alright?” you ask Angel, looking at him expectantly.

“I’ll be fine,” he says, meeting your eyes. “Maverick needs me. And I need him.”

He moves closer until his forehead touches yours. You can feel his racing heart and the shakiness of his breath. He reaches out, rubbing over the spot on your cheek where the tears had stained it. His thumb draws a line down your face, wiping away the salty streaks.

“Angel, you need to grieve,” you tell him as you notice his eyes wandering toward your lips. You push him away gently. “But not this way.” 

He stops in his tracks. You can see the hurt on his face. That’s the thing you’ve feared, hurting him. The last thing you want is to cause him any more pain than he already feels, but you know it’s for the better. You’d both be filled with regret come tomorrow morning. Pushing him away was the right thing to do.

“I’m sorry... I’m just—” he catches himself before finishing. He leans his back against the counter near you, sighing. For a moment, Angel doesn’t say anything, lost in thought.

 “You’re right. I need to grieve,” he finally agrees with your words. “But I’m so fucking scared.”

“I can stay here if you need me to. But I’m not going to…” you trail off, but he already knows what you mean. “I can’t. We can’t do this.”

Angel takes a deep breath. It’s as if the words you’ve just spoken make him realize just what he’s been thinking about. The thing he thinks will make it all better.

“No... you’re right,” he says. “It wouldn’t be fair.” The man takes a step closer, kneeling down in front of you, taking your hands in his. He hears your breath hitch in your throat as he rubs over your knuckles gently, looking at your hands. The ones that have grasped his shirt tightly as you mourned the loss of your dearest friend—the woman he loved so much.

You lean down to press a kiss to his forehead, staying there for a minute, unmoving, before you pull away. “You should get some sleep.”

“Can I hold you for a minute?” he asks softly, but his voice is begging. You’ve already said no to his advances tonight, but he knows that’s all it’ll be. Just one hug—a comforting touch of another human being.

“I just want to hold you,” he whispers.

You think about it for a moment before you nod in agreement. You have no heart to refuse him that. You pull Angel up to his feet and walk him to the bed. The bed he once shared with Luisa. The thought of it makes your heart break even more, but you don’t let it show. 

“Hop in then.”

Angel smiles at you slightly, his eyes full of sadness, but his face lightens by your compassion. He climbs into bed, wrapping his arms around you as you lay down beside him.

“Thank you.” You feel his warmth, heat radiating off his body as he holds you tight. “For being here.”

“Whatever you need, Angel. We’ll figure it out,” you reassure him and yourself, meeting his gaze. 

You feel his arms pull you closer, so close that your heads are resting next to each other on the pillow. You can hear his breath slow down as he closes his eyes, trying to find the sleep he so desperately needs.

“I know…” he murmurs against your cheek.

[hanna-kin]

Top ten Wilmon kisses

This was harder than I expected because they are all so special. But I tried.

10.

This feels like a crime, ranking the their "first" kiss last but here we are. There are just so many good ones and this one is still so perfect. It's not their first, first kiss but it feels like it's one of the most significant because they are both on the same page. They both want it, even if they are a little hesitant, it such a tender moment.

9.

I'm such a sucker for domestic kisses which is why this little cutie just had to make the list. It's just sweet, innocent and happy.

8.

Again with the happy kisses. So few but so needed. They had so little time to just be happily in love but here in Simon's room they are blissfully happy. They are playful and teasing and without q care in the world. They are like any young couple that are falling in love for the first time.

7.

Unsurprisingly, this one has similar vibes as nr 8. But it's for the exact same reasons. I could probably just copy past my motivation. This one just feels a thad more intimate. They've just had their first time together and woken up together and again they are just so happy. And the way Simon just holds Wille's jaw and kinda guides Wille towards him.

6.

Their final kiss. It kills me to know this was the last time they had before Wille's interview. Gone is their innocence, gone is the blissful happiness.

The stakes are all high and even if they are on the same page here you can feel how scared and neevous they are. And knowing how it ended it hurts even more. Simon was so strong for Wille while probably being scared shitless himself and he put on a brave face for Wille. And Wille was so scared too. They way Simon rests his forhead against Wille's, I can't.

5.

Domestic kiss for the win. I don't know what to say, my heart just melts. Is it a forehead kiss? Is it a kiss on the nose? I don't care. I love how sure Simon is. Despite everything they have been through they are finally together and Simon feels so reasured and sure of himself. They will be okay, no matter what happens.

4.

It's their smiles. It's the way they look at eachother. They are finally reunited again. Smiling into a kiss is something so special.

3.

This is still my favourite scene if the whole show and there's something about this kiss that's also so special. The song, the cinematography, the acting, it just hits home. Simon is calming Wille down by holding him and gently stroking his face and Wille is initiating the kiss while still being a little breathy from crying.

2.

I've already talked about this today and for good reason. And like I said then, it's the way they are so intune and in sync with eachother.

They are touching eahother's necks. They have to physically touch eachother. Compared to their first kiss of the season, their runion, this is more eager. They are horny. They want eachother. And while the first one is also very desperate, which I'll get to very soon, this is another type of desperation. They've spent so much time longing for eachother, yearning for the eachother and it's like they physically need eachother but compared to their reunion, which again I'll get to, it's less vulnerable. They have been through yet another hurdle but even if it feels like they have everything against them they are so sure of eachother. They don't know what will happen to them but they know they can figure it out because they both want it. They want eachother and it's worth it.

And they are open with eachother. They are voicing their feelings and concerns which allows them to come to this. Even if they are still scared it feels like they know they'll have eachother. One way or another.

1.

Maybe it's cheating to include the same scene twice. I made a point of not doing it with any other scene with multiple kisses but this was just too good. It had to be number one.

We'd waited for it the whole season and they didn't let us down.

And it's also so important that it was on Simon's terms. He initiated their first kiss and it's a lovely parallel. But most importantly it's him kissing Wille and having agency.

And Wille waits for him, waits for his lead and lets Simon make all the decisions. He knows he's hurt Simon and he's taken responsibility for it finally by deciding to let Simon go even if it kills him.

And Simon has tried to move on and protect his heart. He's tried to do what shouldn't be so hard. Only it is. He doesn't want to lose Wille. In fact losing him scares him shitless.

Here their vulnerability is at it's peak. They are so careful with eachother, hesitantly and slowly leaning into eachother, rubbing eahother's nose and taking their time. It's like they are both taking it slow both for their own sake but also for the other's.

I don't want to use the word painful because it's a negative word but it almost looks like Simon is in pain, but not in a bad way. I don't know what else to say.

They are so desperate for eachother but still nervous and scared. Maybe that's a batter way of putting it. They are desperate but scared. It's like they are kissing for the first time again but they are finding their way back to eachother instead.

There's a nerve to it. The stakes are high. They are both scared. They are both hurting so much and have hurt so much up to this point. But they are so tender with eachother. So fragile. But their bodies are intune with eachother. They belong together.

I would love to here your favourites.

[radiant-reid]

hiii could you do like a blurb on spence when he’s in crutches in season 5 and he’s not resting he’s does cases and everything but reader wants him to rest so gives him head or something i don’t know🤭

no bc he is so cute and he deserves so much head

"Spencer Reid, you'll sit down right now if you don't want me calling Hotch." You warn your boyfriend as he tries to sneak into your home office. It's part of his reinstatement that he can't do any extra work from home. He can't understand how it's meant to protect him from overexerting himself while he's not 100% healthy.

Even though he's usually the rigorous rule follower, you have your turn when it comes to making sure your boyfriend is healthy.

He sighs loudly as he does what he's told, making sure you know he's in the living room by turning on the TV. "Sorry, I forgot you were the boss of me." He grovels.

"Well, you'll stop complaining if you want your juice." You tell him, treating him like he's a child. You hand the cup to him before sitting down next to him. "Feel okay?"

"I promise I'm okay." He assures you. "And thank you for my juice. You know, we should really get to the grocery store, and I did say I'd vacuum."

You shake your head. "Nope. You're going to sit here all weekend and watch TV or read. No chores and no errands."

"I get antsy when I have to sit around." He complains, throwing his head back against the cushion.

"I know." You agree with a laugh. "I guess, I just have to find a way to help you relax." You say suggestively, reaching down to touch his pants.

Spencer's head and eyes snap to you, focusing on what you're saying with excited interest. "Yeah, how will you do that? I mean, I'm bored."

You continue to palm his pants as he grows harder, making him groan a little. "Well, I'm quite entertaining, aren't I?" You ask with a smile.

"Going to put on a show for me, darling?" He asks with a grin.

You nod, slipping down onto the rug-covered hardwood floor. He's already got his injured leg elevated, and he moves his other thigh apart so you can get between them. He rests his palm on your cheek, thumb stroking over your cheekbone as you get him worked up over the top of his pants.

"Need more." He grovels, still fidgeting. "Please."

"Since you asked so nicely." You agree, unzipping his pants and pulling them down as far as you can without him having to move. You take him out of his boxers, pumping over his length. "So pretty, Spence." You trace over his head, mesmerized by smearing his pre-cum around.

In the interest of not making him wait too long and become whiney, you take him into your mouth, tongue tracing each popping vein. You continue to take him further down your mouth, bobbing your head up and down.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful." He moans, threading his fingers through your hair and scooping it up into a ponytail.

You smirk, holding eye contact as you sink your head completely down, fitting his full length down your throat. It's not an easy task by any means, but you're well-practiced.

You trace the underside of his cock with your tongue, earning a plethora of moans from his lips. It's easily your favorite sound in the world.

He keeps his beautiful lips parted while you keep yours moving along him, gagging lightly each time he hits the back of your throat in a way you know he loves. You move your hand to cup his balls, something that drives him even closer to the edge.

"Shit." He groans, rutting his hips up into your face. There's no rhythm, and you know it's a clear warning sign he's about to cum. "G-gonna cum."

You wink up at him while swirling your tongue over his tip, and it's enough to have him bursting in your mouth, balls tightening. He lays there blissed out, head against the cushion with a smile on his face.

"That's all I had to do to stop your bitching?" You joke, getting up with the help of the hand he offered you.

"Yeah, and it'll work every time." He agrees, pulling you closer to him so he can kiss you. He's never been afraid to taste his own cum in your mouth, always willing to kiss you. "Also." He trails off slightly, and you know the next thing that comes out of his mouth is going to be cheeky. "You need to call Hotch and explain what you just did. I'm technically not allowed to have sex for another two weeks."

You punch him in the shoulder. "You're such a dick. If I have to call our boss to tell him you've had oral sex, I'm saying to was with someone else."

Spencer scoffs. "He'd never believe that."

"True." You agree. "He knows you're obsessed with me."

"And your lips and tongue." He adds on.

[j-nope-not-today]

Can You Do A Vampire Leo x F!Reader But In Bayverse And With Prompts And Do A Lemon For It Too

89. Mating season 142. “Bite me.” 123. “Don’t hold back.” 58. Turtle bedroom 5. “MINE.” and Turning into a vampire

Let me help

Tmnt Leonardo x reader

A/n: Thanks a lot for requesting! Sorry I took so long to get done, but please enjoy! I hope you like it :)

Not for minors though so minors steer clear >:)

The dojo was hot. The sweat gathered at my brow. My breathing heavy. I had insisted leo teach me some moves. All in an attempt to catch his attention. Why? Because Leo had been ignoring me for days. I couldn't place why. I had tried to ask, but my every attempt was thwarted and now here we stood. Labored breathing and intense eye contact.

What did he do next? Nothing. He turned and walked off after he taught me some moves. Not a word exchanged the whole session.

"Leo! Wait up!" I speed walk behind him, reaching out. Catching his arm.

"What?" Leo growled, spinning in place, facing me.

God was he tall..so very tall. I gulp.

"Oh..well..uhm.."

"Spit it out." I huff at his words. His harsh tone.

"What the hell is the problem huh? What did I do? Your never like this.."

"Well maybe you don't know me then." He snarked.

I stare at Leo long and hard before I come to the realization of what the issue was. Sort of like a heat is how Donnie described it. Two things made it very clear. Leo's behavior and the very prominent boner he had. I bite my lip to stop from laughing. My eyes trail back up to Leo's and I sigh.

"Alright...maybe your right. Maybe your wrong, but what I do know is I can help. So let me help."

"I'm sorry-what?" Leo looked very shocked.

"Let..me..help." I sounded it out slowly.

Leo sighed deeply and nodded slowly. I smiled in victory and dragged Leo to his room. It wasn't a secret I had always liked him. So this was a win for me. Though I didn't know how Leo felt. Though by the way he carefully guided me to lay on his bed and his now nervous demeanor I picked up on the fact he very well might be harboring the same feelings I do.

"So..do I just-or-uh" I laugh quietly at his stuttering

"Leo..are you a virgin?" He avoided my eyes and nodded and I sit up.

"Do you want this?" Another nod.

"Leo?"

"..yes..yes to both." He mumbled.

"You don't have to be shy..we can go your pace.."

"Okay.." I smile and have Leo sit on his bed. Now I was the nervous one.

"Kissing first..okay?" Leo nodded at my words and I set my hands on his face. Gently pushing mine against his. His lips were soft..gentle like a summer's breeze. It felt right. Leo pushed his lips harder against mine. He was frenzied, rushed as if I would run away.

I place a hand on his cheek and pull back, mumbling

"Take your time.." Leo simply nodded and leaned forward again. I kiss him softly again. Gently. We find a pattern. A perfect middle.

Before I knew it I was on my back and Leo was above me.

"I'm new at this..but I want to try something.."

"Okay." I smile. Reassuring him enough for Leo to continue. He leans down and his lips connect with my neck. Sucking softly. I feel his tongue soothe over my skin. Before he pulls back with a pop.

"Could..you maybe bite me?" I stare wide eyed at Leo and nod at his request. Leaning up I bite his neck. Delighting in the whimper that leaves his lips. So decadent was he.

"Leo" I breathe out. I was soaked. All of this pent up sexual tension mixed with the anticipation and the fact he kept grinding against my thigh was really getting to me.

I pull Leo into a fierce kiss and I start tugging off my shirt. Throwing it aside. Leo instantly got the hint and aided me in discarding my clothes. I helped him with his until we were both in the same state of nudity. My eyes widened at the size of him. Huge. What other word could be used.

I wasted no time in pushed Leo back onto the bed so that I could straddle him. Leo's hands found my hips and he started to push and pull me. Rocking me on his lap. Rubbing his cock between my folds. All whilst mumbling

"Ugnhh..so wet.."

I placed my hands onto his chest and maneuvered so that I could feel the tip of his cock prodding at my entrance. I slowly pushed against him until Leo got the hint and began pushing into me. Slowly. The stretch burned, but it was good so good. I felt so full. Full of him.

I let out a shaky breath. Moan maybe? I was so lost. Leo gripped my hips tight and I felt him pull out and he sunk right back in. I gasped. The top half of me folding to lay onto Leo. My eyes closed and I moaned. It was all I could do. I had this plan that I would be in control, but no...no Leo had other plans.

He just kept rocking me back and forth. Pushing in and out. The sounds of slapping skin and squelched was heard throughout the small space of his room. Until the grand finale. My orgasm shook me. My eyes rolling back into my head. Leo's whimpers filled my ears.

Next thing I was aware of was laying on my back as Leo gently wiped a cloth over my thighs.

"Huh?" Leo glances up at me.

"I think you passed out. It's okay..go to sleep. I'll help you." I nod slowly and close my eyes. Opening my mouth to speak. Leo cut me off.

"Don't worry..you'll get a chance to redeem yourself." I smiled. At least next time I'd get to be the boss.

[xoxo-sarah]

I Wanna Be Yours || Part 3

Part 2 | part 4

↝a/n: I'm so confused on how to spell Vickie's name. I had been writing Vicky but it looked wrong so I looked it up and it's apparently Vickie. I don't care enough to fix it with my other work so ignore it.

↝pairing:Robin Buckley x fem!Wheeler!reader

↝Warning: slightly proofread, mention of death, the graphic details of what Eddie said with Chrissy's death, Possible spoilers if you still haven't watched season 4, everything that happens in stranger things, slow burn, Vickie doesn't exist here, not because I don't like her, but because it's easier to write for Robin when she's not madly in love with another chick.

↝⎙ 7.11.23

Italic is memories

“The way he looked at you!” Chrissy continued to gush, kicking her feet in a 'schoolgirl' way. She stared up at you with her head in her hands, laying on her stomach. Homework was long forgotten.

“He looks at everyone like that.” Rolling your eyes, you turned back to your dresser, looking in the top drawer for a certain shirt you were meant to have worn the day before. You were pretty sure Nancy had stolen it at this point. Wouldn't have been the first shirt that had just wound up missing just for you to see either in Nancy's clothes basket or on her. “I saw him look at Mrs. O'Relle and I thought he was going to combust. He's just a naturally flirty guy. I don't even think he realizes it most of the time."

“Oh, okay. Yeah.” With her tone and the smile on her face, it was obvious she didn't believe a word you said.

After closing the drawer harder than you meant to, you turned, glaring at the girl. “Anyway… I don't like him.”

You regretted the way you said 'him' as soon as it rolled off your tongue. But you tried to play it off cool. However, she didn't.

“So there's another guy!” You were quick to shush her, with it being night and Holly had already been put to bed and the fact you did not want your parents or siblings knowing anything about your love life. “Sorry.” She moved to sit up, watching as you sat on the edge of the mattress. “So…?”

“So what?”

“What's so special about this guy?” She said it as if you were stupid for asking.

“Nothing. Well, not like-” Closing your mouth, you couldn't find the words. Your eyes danced around your room, taking in the tacky paint from your childhood that you have yet to cover up. “He's different.” No matter how much she tried for you to meet her eye, yours stayed glued to the wall In front of you.

After a few moments of silence, you glanced over, her face telling you to continue. Her smile was so sweet, happy for you.

“He's nice.” She. She's nice. But Chrissy didn't need to know that. This is the first time you've told her about anyone you have ever fancied in the 5 years you two have been the best of friends. She was over the moon. “He's smart. He looks good in blue or green.” Chrissy noticed the way your lip twitched into a small smile at the thought of this mystery 'man'.

“What does he look like?”

“Light-brown hair, blue eyes.” You began fiddling with your nightshirt. “Tall. Taller than me, at least. Uh,” You glanced back over, not wanting to be telling her this anymore. Sure, you've wanted to tell someone how you felt, how a girl you barely talk to could make you feel all kinds of giddy without meaning to. But this was too much. “Actually, I don't want to talk about this anymore. If you don't mind.”

Before she could reply, you clicked your lamp off, leaving you to get under the blankets in the dark.

Robin's nice. She's smart. She looks good in blue or green. She had light-brown hair and pretty blue eyes. She is taller than you. She is beautiful. She is someone you couldn't even admit to liking to your closest friend.

You know Chrissy would never judge you or make you feel less than, but it was just different. It always would be. Sadly.

“He sounds nice, like someone you should admit your feelings to.” Chrissy spoke up after a moment of silence, of which you had stared above you, darkness blocking the color of the ceiling. You nearly scoffed at her words. But you settled on humming in agreement, or maybe just to satisfy her.

“Her body just, like, lifted in the air and uh…and she just hung there In the air.” You all but flinched as Eddie explained what had happened, more in detail than what Max had explained, obviously. Robin glanced at you every so often, seeing you winch, wanting nothing more than to reach out and cover your ears or make Eddie stop talking. But they needed to know this, what had happened and maybe figure out why and what caused it. Because it certainly wasn't him.

You glanced up for a split second, catching Robin's concerned eyes. She held eye contact for a few seconds before looking back at Eddie, who was distraught and certainly didn't know what to do and where to go from here.

“Shh!” You tried to steady a giggling Chrissy. She kept moving and wobbling, making it challenging to walk straight when you, yourself, were drunk. You really didn't want your parents to hear you stumbling through the house.

“Tonight was so fun!” She whispered yelled, getting a look from you before you shushed her again. You tried to help her up the stairs, cringing when she'd giggle again or the stairs would creak.

Today had been a close game, making everyone stressed, which made tonight the night where everyone got drunk in a close celebration. You and Chrissy weren't people to drink, mostly because you were underage, but as said before, today was stressful. Maybe Chrissy had gotten a little too drunk. This was the first time, however. She's never one to take more than a few sips, out of the bitter taste that she hated. She would've probably drunk more if you hadn't told her it was time to go.

Finally up the stairs, you turned her body towards your room, holding your breath before you tried to guide her in the darkness.

Hearing a door creak open, you froze. Turning slightly, you saw Nancy looking at you with a disappointed mom face. She rolled her eyes before closing the door. You went back to your friend, shushing her again when she decided almost tripping over air was hilarious. She's definitely a giggle drunk.

Opening your door, you gently pushed her in. She dropped on your bed, face first, most likely smearing her makeup on your duvet.

Sighing, you went through your drawer, before throwing a big shirt at her. She flipped over, looking at the shirt as you went to the connected bathroom to change.

Walking out, you saw she had changed and was already under the blanket.

She motioned for you to hurry, bringing the blanket up more. “Tonight was so fun.” She repeated.

You hummed, getting under the blanket.

She continued talking. “Robin seems nice.”

“Mhm.”

“You two seem to be getting close.”

“Yeah, we work together in, like, 2 classes. She's smart.”

“Smart and nice.”

“Yep.” You flipped over, hiding the slight blush from talking about Robin. Not like it was much use, with how dark it was.

“Smart, nice, brown hair, blue eyes. She's taller than you. OH MY GOD.” She jumped up, eyes wide.

You quickly turned, shushing her yet again, trying to get her to lay back down.

“She's just like your crush!” She whispered yelled, again, not really whispering.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, just lay back down.”

“That's so crazy.” She began to lay back down.

After a few moments, she spoke up again. You had to stop yourself from huffing, after nearly going to sleep.

“Y/n?”

“Yes, Chrissy?”

“Is Robin your crush?” You felt as if your heart fell out of your ass.

“No, why would you think that?” You stayed looking away from her, stretching your hands out so they'd stop shaking.

“She's the exact description of your crush. I mean, it makes sense. You have been hanging out-”

“We're partners in class-”

She continued, “You act differently around her.”

“Only because I don't really know her like I know you-”

“It's okay. I promise.”

You turned, knowing she's looking back at you. You feel like you could cry right now.

“Chrissy, please go to sleep.” You whispered, closing your eyes.

“Okay!” She turned, getting comfortable, before her snores started not even 3 minutes later.

Good God.

“And her bones-” Eddie made a sound, cringing, hating how it all replayed in his head. “Her bones started to snap.”

You stood from where you had squatted, feeling like you were getting strangled by air itself. Rubbing against your chin, you didn't know whether to keep listening or step outside, where the cool night air might make you feel better. Eddie continued, “Her eyes, man.”

Turning, you stepped over the other people and the mess of the shed floor, not really giving yourself time to grab your flashlight. “It-it was like there was something, like, inside her head, pulling.”

The door slammed closed behind you. The cool air fanned against your face, feeling the complete opposite of the frantic hot breaths, making your lips and hands tremble.

After a few moments, the door creaked open, a flashlight shining around until it shined on you.

“Dustin's telling Eddie everything.” Robin finally spoke after a moment. You simply nodded, looking into the nothingness of the night. “They said something about Vecna's Curse?” It sounded more of a question than a statement, honestly.

“The D&D dude?” She shrugged, not really knowing, herself. “Oh my- if I hear one more thing about that stupid game… I'm actually going to lose my mind.” She dryly chuckled, pointing the flashlight around the shed, noting how scary it looked with all the trees around. “It's getting chilly, let's see what they're doing for the night.” Her hand skimmed the tin door, looking for you to follow her. She watched you shakily inhale before stepping behind, following her back in. She didn't really know what else to do than send a sympathetic smile before turning around, opening the door.

“I'm scared!” You wailed, utterly done with this world at the moment. You really didn't care if you sounded like every teenager going through it.

Chrissy looked at you with so many questions, not prying questions. She wanted so dearly to hear you, to know how you're feeling and what's making you feel that way.

This wasn't how she pictured the conversation going. She innocently asked about Robin and how she was. But somehow it escalated to her telling you to just tell her how you felt, how you longed to be able to touch her soft skin, tell her all the things you have held back all this time.

“Why?”

“Why?” immediately, you felt bad for raising your voice when Chrissy's own voice wasn't. Hers was soft, genuine. “I can't just tell her.”

She wasn't oblivious, she knew why you couldn't openly express your love for someone, not like she could with Jason. “You don't have to kiss in public, just…tell her. She could feel the same-”

“Or she couldn't. And next thing you know, I'm the laughingstock of Hawkins. People can be cruel, Chrissy.” Your voice was strained, as was your head pounding. “I just don't want to talk about it.”

Although Chrissy wanted nothing more for you to open up to her, she let off for the time being. Maybe she felt guilty for always coming to you when something is a slight convenience to her. Or perhaps she felt hurt that she would tell you everything, while you were so closed off. It made her think that you didn't trust her like she trusted you.

“Jesus!” Dustin kicked the door to the shed open, startling Eddie.

“Delivery service.” The kid tried to lighten the mood, seeing his friend so on edge.

It was disgusting how Eddie was stuffing his mouth with food, but you get it. He hadn't eaten since the day before, and probably heaved that up.

“So we got, uh, some good news and some bad news.” Dustin started. “How do you prefer it?”

“Bad news first, always.”

“Alright, bad news.” Dustin continued. You couldn't help the yawn that made you cover your mouth, turning to face the water that looked so calm. “We tapped into the Hawkins PD dispatch with our Cerebro, and they're definitely looking for you. Also, they're uh,”

“They're pretty convinced you killed Chrissy.” Eddie turned to look at you as you turned your eyes away from the open view.

“Like, 100% kind of convinced.” Max spoke up from where she sat behind you.

Eddie turned back to his friend, awaiting the supposed 'good news'. “And the good news?”

“Your name hasn't gone public yet.” Both you and Eddie turned to Robin, both for entirely different reasons. Her eyes fell to yours for a split second, before returning to Eddie's curious ones. “But if we found out about you, it's a matter of time before others do too and, once this gets out, everyone and their shallow-minded mother is going to be gunning for you.”

“Hunt the freak, right?”

“Exactly.”

“Shit.”

“So,” Dustin spoke up again, “Before that happens, we need to find Vecna, kill him, and prove your innocence.” The way he spoke, it seemed like the easiest thing to do in the whole wide world.

“That's all, Dustin? That's all?” Sarcasm dripped from Eddie's words like venom.

“Yeah, no, that's pretty much it.”

“Listen, Eddie.” Once again, your attention was on Robin.

Her hair looked pretty today.

“I know everything Dustin is saying sounds totally delusional,” You couldn't help watching her hands as she waved them around. “But we've actually been through this kind of thing before. I mean, they have a…few times, and I have once. Mine was more human-flesh-based, and theirs was more smoke-related.” She sighed, catching herself rambling. “But the bottom line is, collectively, I really feel we got this.”

Even as Steve began talking, you stayed looking at her, maybe longer than you should have because she glanced back down. “We usually rely on this girl who has superpowers. But uh, those went bye-bye, so…"

Robin spoke, “So we're technically in more of the-”

“Kind of-” Steve waved around.

“Brainstorming phase.” Max concluded.

“Brainstorming.” Steve snapped his fingers at her.

Eddie looked the most unsure of something you've ever seen somebody.

Dustin began sputtering, his voice going up an octave. “There…there's nothing to worry about.”

Steve scoffed, nodding along with Dustin. Eddie titled his head at them.

“Eddie, look.” He turned to you, looking for some kind of help here. “You don't really have a choice.” You didn't mean for the words to come out as harsh as they did, but with the lack of sleep -and the headache that was soon to be coming-you really didn't feel like apologizing. At least, not right now.

Sirens rang out, causing everyone to panic and rush forward towards Eddie.

“Tarp.” Robin pointed at the blue tarp. “Tarp. Tarp.” Eddie rushed to hide back under the thing he had been hiding under all night.

You all ran towards the window, watching as cop cars and an ambulance flew past.

“Nancy.” You were the first out of the car when Steve parked, nearly climbing over Robin in doing so. Nancy looked out of it, not knowing her right from left, up from down. She watched the car pull up, looking as if she were about to burst out in tears any second.

You held your sister in your arms, rubbing your hand up and down her back, trying to ease her emotions from your spot beside her.

“So, you're saying that this thing that killed Fred and Chrissy, it's from the Upside Down?”

“If the shoe fits.” Steve responded to Nancy.

“Our working theory is that he attacks with a spell or a curse.” Dustin wasn't quite sure of anything, at this point. “Now, whether or not he's doing the bidding of the Mind Flayer or just loves killing teens, we don't know.”

Nancy shrugged your arms off her, causing a frown to form on your face. But you didn't push it. Instead, you folded your arms over your chest, pushing another yawn down.

Max spoke up, “All we know is this is something different. Something new.”

“Doesn't make sense.” Nancy stated. Of course, it doesn't make sense, nothing has for the past few years.

“It's only a theory.”

“No, Fred and Chrissy don't make sense. I mean, why them?”

“Maybe they were at the wrong place at the wrong time.” Dustin countered, “They were both at the game.”

“And near the trailer park.”

"…"

“We're at the trailer park.” You and Steve spoke in unison, looked at each other, uneasy.

“Uh, should we maybe not be here?”

Everyone glanced around, uncomfortable.

“There is something about this place.”

“Let's go.” You stood, kicking your legs out from the table.

Yet, no one followed.

“Fred started acting weird the second we got here.”

“Then let's leave.” You urged them to get up, maybe run to the car and get the hell out of here.

“Acting weird as in…?” Robin questioned, watching as you looked around, a pit in your stomach.

“Scared, on edge, upset.”

“Max said Chrissy was upset too.”

“Yeah, but not here.” Max stated, remembering back to the bathroom. She turned to you, knowing you said she'd been acting weird around you too.

“We can actually talk about this in the car.”

Max continued, “She was crying in the bathroom at school.”

Looking away from everyone, you nearly jumped out of your skin when Robin touched your arm, trying to ease your nerves. Your face grew red, from the scare, of course. Not from her skin touching yours. Not one bit.

“Serial killers stalk their prey before they strike, right?” You gawked at her, “So maybe Fred and Chrissy saw this vecman-”

“Vecna.” Dustin quickly corrected.

“Dunno about you guys, but if I saw some freaky wizard monster, I would mention it to somebody.”

“Maybe they did.” Max states, “I saw Chrissy leaving Ms. Kelley's office. If you saw a monster, you wouldn't go to the police. They'd never believe you.”

To be fair, if you hadn't seen it multiple times in real life, you wouldn't believe anyone either. Unless it was Chrissy.

“But you might go to your-”

“Your shrink.”

Max's nod was enough for you to begin walking back to the car, knowing they were going to do the same. The faster you were out of this trailer park, the better.

“Woah, woah, woah, Nance. Nance!” Looking back, you watched Steve go after Nancy, seeing her walking away from his car. “Nance, where are you going?”

“Oh, there's just something I want to check out first.” She continued to walk backwards.

“Something you wanna share with us?” Dustin threw his arms open in question.

“Nancy?” You questioned her, not quite sure what was going through her brain, but you knew it was moving too fast right now.

“I don't want to waste your time. It's a real shot in the dark.”

“Yeah, okay. Are you out of your mind? Flying solo with this Vecna creep on the loose? No, it's too dangerous. You need,” He glanced back at the rest of us, before looking back at her. “You need someone to…" He trailed off before turning and throwing his keys at Robin. “Here, I'll stick with Nance, alright. You guys take the car, check out the shrink.”

“I don't think you want me driving your car.”

“Why?”

“I don't have a license.”

“Why don't you have a license?” He looked utterly flabbergasted, as if he hadn't been driving her around everywhere.

“I'm poor.”

Steve turned to you, getting a frantic shake of your head.

“Absolutely not.” It was too nerve wracking for you. The first time you tried driving, you nearly had a panic attack and your mother had to calm you down from the passenger seat.

“I can drive.” Max spoke up, nearly making Steve have an aneurysm. You could practically see memories of before flashing behind his eyes, causing you to hide your smile.

He automatically pointed at her, “No! No. Never again. Please. Anyone but you. No.”

Dustin shrugged, suggesting himself. “No chance.” Steve sighed, “No.”

“C'mon.”

Alright, okay. This is stupid." Robin grabbed a flashlight out of Dustin's bag, walking towards Steve and dropping his keys back in his hands. “Us ladies will stick together.” She turned, grabbing your arm and walking to Nancy. She gave you a questioning look, asking if you wanted to go with them. You slightly smiled, grabbing a flashlight out of the bag next, as Robin continued to poke fun at Steve. “Unless you think we need you to protect us.”

Steve sighed.

Robin smiled at him as he shook his head, before turning to walk towards Nancy's car.

“Be careful!” He called out, watching as you got into the car.

“Just gonna stand there and gawk?”

"Shut up.”

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[neverevan]

☀️ writing patterns ☀️

rules: list the first line(s) of your last 10+1 posted fics and see if there's a pattern!

because we'll all arrive in heaven alive

buddie | 51.4k and counting | Explicit

Thursday, day 5

Buck was still trying to wrap his head around what had happened, it was all so quick; the rain, the debris, the mudslide and then the moment of radio silence before the chaotic explosion of noise.

“We’re not giving up on him.” Bobby had said at the time, but after four days, it has become abundantly clear that instead of a search and rescue, most people have already started to treat this as a recovery mission; except they still haven’t recovered the person who mattered the most.

And When You Speak, Angels Sing From Above

buddie + Shannon centric | 2.8k | Gen

Eddie should’ve seen it coming; the fancy restaurant, the idle evening walk in the city and the arranged sleepover giving them all night to be alone. In his defense, he was blinded by how perfect it all seemed.

Right up to the moment they got home, tangled into each other, rolling along the walls of the hallway, kissing and giggling at the increasingly silly things that Buck kept saying — then, Buck was suddenly gone from his personal space, getting down on one knee in front of him instead, saying words that rang through Eddie’s ears, without their meaning managing to penetrate the walls of his brain.

It didn’t matter.

no harm, no foul

buddie | 4.9k | Mature

The last couple of days felt… Well, honestly, confusing would be the word Buck would use.

The one thing that became clear in the recent weeks, was that he and Eddie were done pretending that there wasn’t something going on between them. (Right after spending at least two months violently dismissing any notion of such an idea, while simultaneously wondering if the other was doing the same. God, they could be really stupid sometimes… Buck was honestly surprised they even made it this far like this.)

Unfortunately, that clarity still left something else much more blurry; their direction.

we’ve got something permanent (i mean in the way we care)

buddie | 7.1k | Explicit

In hindsight, Eddie should’ve seen it coming from a mile away, after the week they’ve had.

It started out by having two days off back to back — which Eddie had planned on using to lay about the house, maybe with some slow make out sessions peppered in, while Chris was at school.

Apparently, Buck had other ideas.

Keep My Heart Warm In Yours

buddie | 18.5k | Mature

The whole thing started with Youtube — as most things do when 12-year-olds are concerned.

Christopher shuffled into the living room with determination, where Eddie was trying to figure out the settings of his new smart TV and Buck was folding and flipping the instruction manual back and forth, trying to find the beginning of it when Chris shoved his phone under his nose.

Of Love, Hospital Jitters And Christmas Lights

buddie | 6.3k | Teen + Up

“MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!” Buck shouted frantically as he pushed past people and ran through the sliding doors leading to the ER.

A nurse ran up to him immediately, waving to people behind herself for help and Buck felt his fingers go numb with fear as he tried to focus on her face.

You Ring, I Drool

buddie | 8.6k | Explicit

Eddie had long realized the resemblance, but it started to become more and more evident lately — and much harder to ignore.

Simply put; Buck was like a dog. In more ways than one.

If This Is What The Season Is Bringing

buddie | 2k | Teen + Up

December 25th 2021

Buck went straight to the fridge after he kicked his door shut. He really needed a beer right about now.

Okay, so Eddie was leaving the 118. Fine.

Well, not fine, nowhere near fine actually.

Out Of Order, Still In Line

buddie | 6.2k | Explicit

Buck could barely believe that today was finally The Day.

After weeks of power outages, paperwork mix-ups, unauthorised appointments and last minute emergencies, Buck finally made it to the Clinic.

And now here he was.

I Was Betting On Forever (But Forever Comes And Goes)

buddie | 4k | Teen + Up

Eddie was startled awake by the forceful ring of his phone.

He reached over to the nightstand blindly with an annoyed huff and pulled the phone off of the charger. He held it above his face, the brightness of the screen making him squint as he read the caller ID.

Unknown Caller.

Coming On Ever So Strong / Coming Off Ever So Soft

buddie | 14.7k | Explicit

Today

Buck didn’t have the best track record when drunk.

That was probably the explanation why his head was pounding like someone was trying to break into his skull with a sledgehammer. And why there was someone pressed up to his side in his own bed.

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oh I feel so exposed lmao all those pointed single sentence lines dropped in there, just to set the tone are definitely something I swear by... I also use timestamps a lot cuz I love to jump all over the place and then of course there's my dearest friend; in medias res.

I was tagged by the wonderful @jeeyuns @exhuastedpigeon and @wikiangela mwuahhh 💛 and I'm totally no pressure tagging @malewifediaz @spagheddiediaz @daffi-990 @diazsdimples @watchyourbuck and whoever else feels like giving this a go ✨

[girls-alias]

Sisterhood - Winchester Brothers

Title: Sisterhood - Winchester Brothers

Words: 1,278

Relations: Brothers - Sam and Dean Winchester.

TW: Bed wetting, fluff, strong language (1).

Request: @taylorifg

"Heyyy! I was wondering if I could request a supernatural fic. Dean and Sam's little sister (10) has been having really bad nightmares and one night she wakes up in a wet bed. This fic would mean a lot because I struggled with this for a long time🤍🤍 Lots and lots of comfort!!"

Thank you so much for the request as well as consent to post this. I'm so happy you feel comfortable sharing this with not only me but also my readers. I am so sorry for the wait but without further ado...

Taglist: @qinnroki, @moldyorangees, @littlemadamred, @deans-baby-momma, @creative-writing92, @lokischickadee, @take-it-on-the-run, @daisy-the-quake, @ilikw, @selfdestructionandrhum, @globetrotter28, @deans-spinster-witch, @pycobutterpie, @deans-queen, @suckitands33, @pizzagirlxnsfwx, @seasoning-spam, @cxmitrbl

I woke up breathing heavily, tears staining my cheeks and Sam shaking me awake. My bottom lip quivered as I looked around, finally taking a deep breath as I recognised where I was and that I was safe.

"You okay, monkey?" Sam asked softly, his eyes showing how concerned he was. I gulped, breath trembling before the tears fell and sobs consumed me. His arms instantly wrapped around me. His hand flattened my hair as I sobbed into his chest. I jumped when a soft thud sounded beside me.

"Ow," Dean exclaimed annoyed. There was a silence filled with my sobs before shuffling made it apparent that Dean was getting out of bed. "Hey," He spoke softly, something he only did for me. The bed shifted slightly and I knew he was sitting behind me, I looked up confused when he stood up again. Sam looked at him confused. "It's wet," Dean shrugged to answer why he stood up but it only made me cry harder.

Sam and Dean bickered slightly as I wept into Sam's shirt. "You couldn't just live with it for two minutes?" Sam asked, hitting Dean's arm with the back of his hand.

"I just woke up, what did you want me to do?" Dean asked sarcastically.

"Be compassionate," Sam spoke through gritted teeth. I could practically hear Dean's eye roll as he groaned. I chuckled softly, moving back from Sam as he looked at me with loving eyes. I forced a smile, my eyebrows twitching as I tried not to cry.

"Alright, come here princess," Dean commented, reaching to pick me up from under my armpits.

"Dean," Sam practically sang his annoyance.

"Shut up," Dean scoffed, holding me close to his chest as he wrapped his arms around me. "Clean the bed," Dean instructed with a smirk as he walked to the table. I giggled as he grinned at me cheekily, sitting me on the table. "What happened? We were doing so well, 4 days without a nightmare," Dean's voice was filled with encouragement. I sniffled as he wiped my eyes. "Was it the same nightmare?" Dean asked softly, he knows just mentioning makes me cry. I nodded softly as my eyes filled. "Oh, baby," He comforted as he pulled me in to hug him. I wrapped my arms around him. He pretended to strain. "Can't breathe," His voice was struggling making me laugh. He chuckled as he pulled back, smiling at me as he moved some hair from my face.

"Keep doing it, monkey, maybe he'll pass out and we'll get some peace and quiet," Sam joked, I laughed as Dean looked at him annoyed. Doing a face Dean calls 'Bitch Face', Sam always tells him off for swearing in front of me but when he isn't around Dean's teaching me as many swear words as he can. I laughed as they bickered again. I smiled happy in the moment. It's times like this when I wish I had been with Sam and Dean my whole life, I've only known them for almost a year but they're everything I've ever dreamed of.

We have the same dad but a different mom. They told me their mom died when they were little and it helped me to bond with them because I knew they understood me. My mom died in a car crash when I was 5, that's what my nightmares are about. I was in the car but got out with just a few scratches. Dean's always saying my scars are cool and he's jealous of them. Sam thinks they make me more interesting. He had to explain it to me but he thinks that it shows character and strength. Sam and Dean have a lot of that. I wish to be like that when I'm older. Just like my big brothers!

People always think I'm one of their kids because of the age gap, Dean likes to tell everyone we're just best friends, and Sam then always says 'She's our sister, don't worry.' It always confused me a little but they say that they'll explain when I'm older. They say that about a lot of things. They say it about why they have guns, what their job is and why we have to move so much. Dean says we're touring America but I don't think that's true.

Their bickering stopped with a final huff from Dean. I chuckled as I watched him roll his eyes before smiling at me. "You know, we still have time," Dean practically sang. I grinned widely knowing exactly what he meant. He helped me off the table, running to grab his blanket while I ran to the couch.

"Dean, she's 10, she's supposed to be sleeping," Sam groaned.

"Hurry up and clean her bed then," Dean snarked back before jumping on the couch. He gave me the blanket, sitting with his legs open waiting for me. I giggled as I wrapped the blanket around myself and sat on the floor between his legs. He instantly started stroking my hair. I hummed happily while he worked the TV to put a random movie on.

We spent the rest of the night watching the movie while Dean braided my hair. He was getting better every day, he liked to joke that Sam was next but it hadn't happened yet. Once Sam finished cleaning my bed, he sat on the floor beside me, hugging me while we watched the movie. Dean was the first to fall asleep. Snoring softly on the couch, Sam and I had a giggle about it before Sam got me ready for bed, he picked out new PJs and helped me clean up.

"It's nearly been a year, have you decided yet?" He asked excitedly. I grinned and chuckled. Sam and Dean have been saying for months that we have to do something special when it's been a whole year since they saved me from my foster parents. They weren't terrible people but I wasn't part of their family. Dean's trying to get me to say I want to go to a waterpark he's been wanting to go to and Sam's telling me that I can choose anything I want. In all honestly, all I want is another day with them. There's nothing I feel like I'm missing out on and there's nothing they wouldn't give me or take me to so there's nothing I really want.

"I just want to be with you," I shrugged, smiling as Sam rolled his eyes playfully.

"Well, of course. We could go anywhere, do anything," Sam prompted hoping to find something I wanted to do. I smiled softly.

"We already go places and we always do fun things." I shrugged but Sam smiled a little sadly.

"Are you happy?" He asked, somehow the question felt easy, simple. I know they struggle to answer it but they're smiling more and more every day.

"Always." I shrugged earning a chuckle from Sam. He smiled at me softly as he moved some hair from my face.

"Let's get you to bed, you can sleep in Dean's," He chuckled cheekily. Scooping me up in his arms before carrying me to Dean's bed. He tucked me in, kissing my head before poking the tip of my nose. "Close your eyes," He whispered. I giggled as I closed my eyes. Sam stroked patterns on my forehead lulling me to sleep as I snuggled in closer to Sam as he sat on the edge of the bed. I smiled, sleep catching up to me as I knew Sam and Dean would chase away any nightmare. Nothing can beat my brothers, they're not scared of anything.

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Does Alastor actually care about the hotel or it's residents?

I think maybe.

So I JUST got done writing a collage essay of a theory on the Lilith/Alastor thing, so what am I going to do?? WRITE ANOTHER ONE!!

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Okay, so I'm gonna start of with the fact that I wholeheartedly believe Alastor was only there because Lilith sent him. The hotel doesn't have any of what he seems to prefer as entertainment (murder, cannibalism, it his friends), so to go there and then do pretty much nothing to actually bring in any guests sorta brings that into questions. He was there because he had to be, not because he cared.

HOWEVER!!

Things can change.

In the pilot, Alastor tried to make a deal with Charlie. I believe he did this entirely for leverage to get his soul back, and when it didn't work, decided to either never bother again or try it again when he'd gained a bit of trust. The thing is, he hasn't done that again. By now, he should now he can EASILY trick Charlie into making a deal with him, but he hasn't. Why is that? Well, unless he's just simply not willing to risk it or forgot about that idea, there's the idea that he cares about her, even a little bit.

Episode 5 rambles, yey. I don't think he sent Mimzy away because if the damage to the hotel, I think it was because if her antics got Charlie killed, he'd face punishment for it, but it's definitely possible that he may have been a bit worried for his friends too.

Now onto my big point, Alastor spite-dadding. Most of us know that it was likely to be manipulative or to piss off Lucifer, but I do think there was some genuineness behind it. Alastor's expressions during his song change quite a bit. Every time he says anything along the lines of her being like a daughter to him, he glared at Lucifer. In one line, though, 'You're like the child that I wish that I had', he looked genuine until he said the word 'child', then finished the sentence looking genuine again, then continued to glare at Lucifer.

This leads me to believe that even thought he's likely VERY MUCH exaggerating their relationship to spite Lucifer, he does care for her, even if just a bit.

He interupted Lucifer's song and then proceeded to tell him to butt out (lol). He clearly didn't like him since the moment he walked in the door and was very much trying to piss him off, but in the end, I think he mostly just wants Charlie to be happy.

In the song at the end of the episode, Alastor is shown watching, and doesn't interrupt. He can see she's happy and her dad is actually trying, so he stays out of it, whereas the song at the beginning was entirely Lucifer trying to get rid of Al (until he interrupted).

I wouldn't say he looks necessarily happy, but he sees she's having a moment and puts his ego aside and doesn't butt in this time. He definitely cares enough to let her sing an entire song with her dad, who he hates. He put her feelings above his spite here, and I think that says a lot.

Another note; The pacing really hurts the judgment on this. It's not Viv's fault, as she was halfway through season 1, and was under the impression that there would only be 8 episodes, but it makes everything so much more difficult. There was a 5 MONTH time skip. 5 MONTHS. Literally ANYTHING could have happened. in his song, Al pointed out that he made her laugh with puns, seemed to have a history with being rather useful, and has likely had casual interactions with her, but because of how little time there was, we weren't able to see that. We couldn't see anything aside from plot point after plot point because Viv needed to get the story out, and there was no time for her to show some of the more casual interactions with the characters. Maybe Alastor DOES spend time with Charlie and care for her. Maybe he HASN'T. We'll never know because there wasn't enough time to show it, and that makes it so much harder to judge.

I will say, however, that Charlie is naive, but not to the level of seeing some guy who she spoke to maybe 10 times claim to be her father figure and agree with it. She 100% thought (whether he's lying or not), that Alastor cared for her like a dad would, and it made sense to her. That says something at the very least, I think.

What we really need is Alastor regretting his wording when Charlie calls him dad.

TLDR; Alastor cares, but dad might be a stretch. The pacing definitely made it hard to just.

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Strings of their hearts 💕 CH 5

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Waking up, you covered your eyes with your hand at the sudden change of lighting to your eyes. This was weird, you knew the light from your window did shine on your face when you laid in bed in the mornings but it was never this bright. Now that you think about it, what is with all the sounds? All the colors? Why did everything sound so muffled? You rubbed your face, slowly sitting up and realized you were surrounded by people...or rather..puppets.

You closed your eyes and tried to focused on what they were saying to the best of your ability "-dearie are you okay?" You looked up and focused your eyes on the..extremely tall red big bird look-alike??? Where in the fiddly diddly were you? Wait....did your brain just correct fiddly diddly to fiddly diddly?? WHAT IS HAPPENING WHY CANT YOU SAY FIDDLY OR DIDDLY? NOOO.

Oh wait you forgot what was happening for a second, "who- who are you???" You asked, looking up at the 3..puppets? Puppets. Standing around you, "see? I told you I saw 'em hit their head hard, not even two steps out the door and they went falling harder than a tree in timber season, they can't even remember our names!" The orange one said in a worried tone to the other two. Wait a minute....this guy looked AND sounded like that guy from the game you were playing, did you fall asleep and now your having a lucid dream of a dating sim game because your lonely and have nothing else in your life better to do??....likely. Figuring this WAS a dream, you decided to make the best of it "Wait a minute..no no...I remember you! Eddie? Right?" You said looking to your right up at him "Phew I was worried there for a bit, guess you were just still wakin' up! You've been out for a good few hours now, Howdy is on his way right now with a med kit, we didn't know if you were goin' to need it or not" He sighed in relief before rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

You smiled, grateful for their kindness "Thank you, I don't remember what happened, I barely remember what I ate this morning....your Poppy right??" You looked to the much taller puppet that was standing directly in front of you, you needed to make sure that you matched the names to the faces, even though this is a dream, if you embarrassed yourself here you wouldn't never live it down when you woke up. "Yes dear! Thank the stars you remembered, we didn't know what we were gonna do if you couldn't remember anything, we've been very worried. Here, let me help you up, no use in staying on the floor and getting uncomfortable, let's go inside" she held out her wing? For you. You looked at it for a moment before taking it hesitantly and letting them lead you into your 'home', it took you a moment to remember there was a third puppet walking with you and you decided to look at them and see if you could remember their name...but when you looked to them they were already staring at you?? Awestruck??? Nah that part must be your brain making something up, though it wouldn't be that odd considering it was your dream. But what was even more odd was, you haven't seen this character before? Was your brain making up more characters or do you just not remember them?

"Hey...I don't seem to remember your name? I'm sorry" you said, looking to the individual, for some reason, with the way the other two were looking at the third colorful and interesting puppet, they didn't seem like the type to be this quiet? Maybe they were nervous "oh haha, I haven't introduced myself to you yet, I was going to yesterday but it got to dark and you went home before I could" they said, nervously fidgeting their fingers and moved around your house slightly but never straying to far from the group, guess they weren't the type to stay still for very long. "My name is Sally! Sally Starlet" she seemed to be getting more and more energetic by the second the more comfortable she got, even with the noticeable red dusting onto her cheeks. "Oh! Sorry I didn't know, maybe I did hit my head hard" in exchange you gave her your name, she said it a few times, trying it out as it rolled out of her mouth almost naturally like she's known you for years, you already loved how she said your name, it made you feel at home.

"No worries! Hey, I like your home, it looks very nice in here, are these all you in these photos?" She said while looking at the framed photos that lined along the wall in your hall with her arms crossed behind her back,

You looked at the photos the decorated almost every inch of your hall. You didn't recognize anyone in the photos, though you deeply felt like you were supposed to, everything started to feel wrong you didn't belong here, you have to g-

And just as soon as the thought came, it left. You didn't remember what she asked, you nodded hoping it would be a good enough answer for whatever she asked you. She smiled at you and continued looking at the pictures with her hands behind your back, you continued to stare, the two other puppets sharing a confused and concerned look as you spaced out before the third spoke up "you look very different! But you still look just as nice, magnificent even!" She said, putting her hand over her heart as if posing dramatically.

All four of you heard knocking on the front door of what was supposed to be your house. Eddie got up to answer the door, smiling all the way and as soon as he opened the door, a giant MAN HOO BOY- excuse me I mean, an extremely tall green man with antennas and....FOUR??? ARMS?? oh and four legs, basically burst into your home, worry visibly all over his face "who got hurt? Is everyone one okay? what's happening?!" He bombarded question to no one specifically, worried that someone got seriously hurt

"Howdy!" Sally jumped in joy, grabbing onto howdys arm and pulling him over to where you were seated "I maybeeee exaggerated what happened...just a little" she pinched her fingers together, but it was clear she gave him almost an entirely different story "so our new neighbor didn't actually fall down a flight of stairs and then their porches flight of stairs and rip their legs seams?" He looked at Sally, clearly upset she got him so worried over something that could've been so minor. "Wellllll" she rocked on her feet, hands behind her back and looking anywhere but you and the three puppets staring at her "t-they fell in their doorway and fell unconscious atleast! Isn't that atleast half as bad??" She tried to reason, well, it was almost as bad because you could have a concussion but at least your legs were still stitched to your body- wait what??....??

You shook your head, your thoughts becoming fuzzy, where were you again? Oh right. "Come here sweetheart let me check your head" Poppy said, southern love dripping from each word, almost making your face turn red. She gently took the medical box from a still confused...Howdy? Right? Yeah, Howdy. He stood there, watching as Poppy took the container from his hands before turning to talk to Eddie, seemingly asking him what happened. Wow you really need to stop staring, its rude and its getting creepy, you shook your head before turning to Poppy and letting her examine you to make sure you were okay, "Well aren't you a tough little cookie" she said while gently patting your head with her soft fluffy wing "you don't have a single scratch" she said smiling down at you, and oh my god she was so fluffy all you wanted to do was hug her and just stay there till you fell asleep, so much so you started to unconsciously move to hug her, shoving your face onto her neck full of feathers, your arms open wide on both sides of her, to small to fully hug her, this was heaven, absolute heaven.

You just stayed there, rubbing your head into her feathers gently, to caught up in your own little world you didn't notice both of her wings draping over you like a giant warm fluffy blanket, to caught up in your world you didn't notice the audibly loud muffled sigh of relief you let out as you were practically laying on the bird, to caught up in this absolute heaven you didn't notice how the room fell silent, so caught up in your own little world you didn't realize how you drifted off to sleep and was being carried away now..

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Boy, that took me a month to make😔 anyways, thank you EVERYONE for following and liking my au and story so far, its amazing how much attention this is getting already and it makes me so happy

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Fic author interview (meme)

I was tagged by @incognitajones! Thank you very much <3

1- How many works do you have on AO3?

222, though some are very closely interconnected.

2- What's your total AO3 word count?

1,193,545, says the AO3 statistics page!

o_O

3- What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

LOL, I had just automatically rearranged my stats graph to rank fics by kudos instead of hits. It's:

Season of Courtship (inevitably), a Darcy/Elizabeth canon-compliant engagement interquel I wrote as a teenager;

But Thou Didst Not Leave His Soul In Hell (always a pleasant surprise), a short AU in which Luke convinces Anakin/Vader to flee the Empire with him;

per ardua ad astra, a Rogue One+ANH Jyn/Cassian AU in which Jyn, Cassian, and Bodhi escape Scarif only to get trapped on the Death Star and forced to pass themselves off as Imperials;

we get dark, only to shine, a longggg yet unfinished AU of The Borgias in which Cesare and Lucrezia begin their affair during S1 instead of S3 (CW for canon sibling incest, murder, etc).

Contradictions and Varieties (baffling), a short Darcy/Elizabeth AU I wrote for a fest in which it takes them slightly longer to get together.

4- Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try, especially with fics I'm actively updating, but I'm always behind on it. I mostly just get distracted and forget.

5- What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Oh, interesting question! I don't write a lot of angsty endings, but there are a few options, and I think it probably would have to be the gift of men, a short (~1k) Fourth Age fic in which Eldarion goes along with a politically convenient marriage to one of Faramir and Éowyn's daughters, and falls in love with her, only for her to die of old age while Aragorn and Faramir are still alive and Eldarion remains young.

Honorable mentions: Set On This Path (Luke and Leia are brought up in the Empire + fusion with the story of the bloodbending brothers in B1 of Legend of Korra, complete with murder-suicide) and the last day (a chirpy epistolary fic that takes an abrupt turn after the genocidal attack that begins the Guild Wars games).

6- What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

Um, just considering the ones that have endings, to be fair, and ... hmm, that's harder. A lot of happy endings! Probably the ones that are happiest for me, personally, are First Impressions (m!Elizabeth/f!Darcy re-telling of P&P) and whatever we deny or embrace (f!Cassian/Jyn).

7- Do you write crossovers?

Not often, but sometimes! Like now.

8- Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Yes! I've gotten hate more than once wrt Season of Courtship in various versions (even before it become so overwhelmingly the popular favorite of my fics). The rest has been on other fics and mostly on ff.net.

TBH the subtler stuff bothers me more than outright hate (corrections based on adaptations or fanon or expanded universe material I already said I wasn't using, concern that I might switch permanently to a new format I'm trying out, etc).

9- Do you write smut?

Very rarely. I respect people who can write good smut (hi incognita!), but I'm definitely a fade to black sort unless the ship is already so out there that I'm long past feeling self-conscious about it.

10- Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes. It's happened a couple of times, but the main one was someone who stole a few Austen fics from various people and tried to piece them together into something they could sell on Amazon. One of the fics was The Rich Are Always Respectable (not what I would choose to plagiarize if I were going to, but ... okay).

11- Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, several times. I think it's cool!

12- Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I wrote a short fic with my friend @tulinlina many years ago :)

13- What's your all-time favorite ship?

Darcy/Elizabeth. Truly this ship is the terror of the seas!

14- What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

Oh, man. This probably requires more self-knowledge than I really have. Um ... I hate saying it, but we get dark, only to shine is likely this. I had so many plans for where it was going to go, but I'm just in a very different fannish place these days.

15- What are your writing strengths?

It feels weird to say, but I think I write solid dialogue (it's certainly my favorite thing to write!) and fairly clean prose in general.

16- What are your writing weaknesses?

Description is my truest nemesis—I tend to place scenes in just empty or vaguely described space. Fight scenes and that sort of thing are really difficult (for related reasons). Finishing things—my stuff nearly always grows out of control and it screws up pacing and so on.

17- What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

A little goes a long way, IMO. I did a bit of it in my fic about Leia and Cassian and Alderaanian, in tongues and quiet sighs, so I can't judge it too hard, but it's very much something to handle with care (especially with conlangs—Tolkien fic can be pretty grating this way).

18- What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Tolkien! My first attempt at a fic was a Faramir-goes-to-Rivendell-instead-of-Boromir AU that never got very far.

Well, my first serious attempt at fanfic, that is—I wrote original stuff for years before that, and I guess technically I tried to write Trixie Belden fanfic when I was about 10 ... and the original stuff spun off from a piece that was basically a Secret of Mana fanfic I wrote even before the Trixie Belden stuff. But in terms of something written within a fandom community, the Faramir fic.

19- What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

Hmm. I'm not sure, actually. I mostly just write stuff if I feel like it. Oh—it's cheating, but I've barely written Korra/Kuvira even though I adore the ship. I'd like to write a proper Korvira fic someday.

20- What's your favorite fic you've written?

This changes pretty often, though there are always a few that come up when I'm asked. At this moment in time, probably The Jedi and the Sith Lord, the third (sort of) of my f!Luke Skywalker fics, and the one where the story finally swerves off the canon tracks and becomes its own thing. Maybe (probably?) not my best work, but the Lucyverse is my baby and I think TJATSL is my best work in it.

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With the way the season played out + some comments from the actors/team, I really believed this was the year we'd get a end of season with a cliffhanger. Really feels like they could have intended for the bridge scene to be the whole episode and to leave us with at least Bobby's fate in jeopardy. And then changed it to give everyone a somewhat closed ending.

No, because the signs pointed to the bridge being worse than it actually was and personally I think a cliffhanger with a fan-favorite character in danger would be so effective to force a renewal. Like, imagine we get the sneak peek that Bobby is missing and we don't have the confirmation that season 7 is happening? We would've made NOISE to make sure the show got picked up. And I think the show always tries to package the finales nicely, let it end on a hopeful note for most characters, season 1 we had the start of Bathena, Chimney and his party, Karen coming back home, season 2 we had Bathena's wedding and Eddie's shield ceremony, season 3 we have May's graduation, season 4 we have Eddie's party, Hen's picnic with Nia, the Grant-Nash dinner, Albert's graduation, season 5 we have henren wedding and Eddie coming back to the 118, so like, I think it would be nice not to have a happy ending in season 6, leave us wondering, yk? Like, I don't think they have the balls to pull anything bigger than a temporary character death with the core 7, but like, even though we knew Buck was going to wake up, his death still left us on the edge, to put that in a bigger scale would've been a great experience. Like, my original guess was that rescuing Eddie was going to be harder, and that we wouldn't really see Bobby, he was going to fall, byebye see you next season. With what we got, I maintain that Eddie would be harder to rescue, but I think in a Hen would need assistance in the ambulance so it would take longer for Buck to get to him way, so by the time Athena found Bobby and there was the second collapse, you have Eddie and Chim incapacitated, we have Hen the way she was, we have Buck pushing through something (because i still can't believe he walked away from that unharmed okay, unrealistic lskoasokaosk) because Athena just radioed that she found Bobby then everything falls again and the episode ends. And to have Bobby, Chim, and Eddie incapacitated could even open up something with the broader theme they had going around fathers specifically and you could even do something cool with Buck taking charge but struggling, because you have his surrogate father, you have the father of his niece and you have his best friend who made him responsible for a kid in case something happened, so it could have so many cool ramifications all around. And it felt like they were building up to it and then just chickened out. It's like what @sherlockcrossing said, it's a square peg in a round hole. And it's a hole they built because the whole season felt like they were leading up to something that they chose not to deliver. I would much rather have the show not end than to have that attempt to force a happy ending that they could still pick back up next season if there was one.

I am curious really about how they'll pick it back up next season tho. If they'll retcon shit, commit to it, make something happen offscreen to work with. I'm particularly curious about Marisol and Natalia and the way they were building buddie up just to cut that off. But mostly because by the time the show comes back both relationships will be like, going 6 months (depending on the beginning of the season time jump they decide on once the strike ends) if they choose not to give them the Ali treatment, and to add 2 somewhat long relationships for 2 main characters (that a lot of people want together and that were being hinted at more clearly with 6b) with 2 characters we have no reason to be attached to will be a challenge. I guess we'll have to wait.

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Don't You (Forget About Me)

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Summary: “We need to see the Munson boy,” one of them said to the nurse at the desk. “You can’t. He’s in surgery.” “He has to be taken into custody as soon as he gets out. He’s a murderer.” “No, he’s not!” You yelled, pain giving way to rage, because it was easier to concentrate on that, because they were responsible for this whole situation as well. If they had stopped Jason and his friends from going on a hunt, you might not have ended up here like this. --- You manage to get out of the Upside Down, rushing Eddie to the hospital in hopes that they can help him, that they can save him. Through all of this, you're happy to have Steve by your side. Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader Word count: 3918 Warning/Tags: major angst, canon-divergence (because y/n is part of season 4 now), canon-typical violence,,blood and injuries, fear and panic, call it a fix-it-fic in the end, angst with happy ending (let me know if I missed anything) Author’s note: This was an emotional rollercoaster for me and I'd wanted to make it longer, send them home, but after writing all this, I need to take a break and come back for the last chapter again to give them the ending they deserve.💚

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Part 1: Promises | Part 2: Should I Stay or Should I Go | Part 3: Rainbow in the Dark | Part 4: Holy Diver | Part 5: Bat out of Hell | Part 6: Don't You (Forget About Me)

You had no idea what happened next, everything was a blur. You heard the others around you, because Steve, Nancy and Robin had come back to you, needing to get back through the gate again. Their voices seemed so far away, like you were hearing them through cotton. The weight on your chest was pressing down, making it harder and harder for you to breathe, while your heart was racing, making your head spin.

“We have to hurry,” you could hear Steve say as he hoisted Eddie’s body up, his head leaving your lap, which made you look up at them through blurry eyes. You managed to wipe the tears away, but new ones were coming straight away.

“We need to leave,” Nancy’s soft voice was in her ear while she tried to help you up. Robin was taking care of Dustin, who was hobbling along, clinging onto her. “Come on, Eddie needs you.”

“What?” That made you snap to attention, your heart nearly giving out.

“He’s got a pulse. A very weak one, but it’s there. We need to hurry up.”

It still felt like you were in a dream, your body just working, doing what the others told you to do, because you were still in shock. At least your body wasn’t giving in, because you had a goal: Get Eddie out of here and get him to the hospital as quickly as possible.

Steve drove the caravan again, ignoring everything that was happening outside, which was a lot, but you didn’t even see it. Your eyes were focused on Eddie splayed out in front of you. The torn shirt and pants, the blood that was pretty much everywhere… Your hand on his wrist to keep checking for his pulse. You had no idea what the others were talking about, had no clue how much time had passed until someone appeared in front of you, some people from the hospital who were carrying Eddie outside and onto a stretcher to take him into the hospital as quickly as possible.

You were still in a trance-like state when Nancy took your hand, making you jump in the process.

“Sorry,” she apologised immediately. “They’re taking him into surgery. And we need to get you checked out as well.”

“I’m fine.” You shook your head and got up, swallowing past the lump in your throat. “This… it’s not my blood.” Apart from being in shock, you were fine, no harm done to your body as far as you could tell. “Dustin-”

“Dustin is already taken care of and so is Steve.” Before, there hadn’t been time for Steve to get his injuries checked out, but it was necessary to change his bandages professionally now.

“Okay… Okay.” You felt the tears well up again, but tried your best to keep them down, bottom lip still quivering, and the tears broke loose, when Nancy pulled you into a hug. You clung to her, arms wrapped tightly around her body, while you shook in her arms.

“It’s alright… He’ll make it.” Nancy firmly believed in it, because Eddie was a fighter. Dustin had told them why Eddie had gone back, why he’d cut the ties between the worlds, and she understood him. That didn’t mean that she thought that his behaviour had been a good idea. “Come on, let’s get some fresh air!”

You followed Nancy outside, only to be met with the next calamity when Erica stood in front of you, eyes puffy from crying. When you asked her what happened, she was barely able to speak, but she filled you in.

“Let’s get you inside. You’re freezing, Erica.” Nancy hugged her to her side, took your hand in hers and walked back into the building with you. Lucas was already waiting there in silence. They’d taken care of his injuries that he’d gotten from Jason, and when Erica sat next to him, he quietly wrapped his arm around her, pulling her to his side.

You heard the commotion behind you and turned around, only to see the same stupid asshole officers enter that had questioned you at Rick’s house, and you knew why they were here.

“We need to see the Munson boy,” one of them said to the nurse at the desk.

“You can’t. He’s in surgery.”

“He has to be taken into custody as soon as he gets out. He’s a murderer.”

“No, he’s not!” You yelled, pain giving way to rage, because it was easier to concentrate on that, because they were responsible for this whole situation as well. If they had stopped Jason and his friends from going on a hunt, you might not have ended up here like this.

“Excuse me?”

“She’s right.” Lucas was by your side, swallowing hard, because it was difficult for him to speak. “Max was attacked and Eddie was nowhere in sight. You know who was there? Jason!” Jason, who had been torn in half. Jason who was responsible for Max’s injuries, because he’d attacked Lucas and had destroyed Max’s walkman, the one thing that could have saved her from Vecna. “Jason attacked me and Max.” Lucas pointed at his injuries, his lower lip wobbling from all the anger. That receded a little when he felt Erica take his hand.

“It’s true, I was there. Jason behaved like a maniac, so you better do your job and investigate that.” You nearly smiled at her words, because she was always so bold. Her words took the officers by surprise as well, and they retreated when Lucas and Erica’s parents arrived, taking their kids into their arms, glad that they were here, that they were in one piece.

Nancy’s parents and Dustin’s Mum arrived as well, followed by Robin’s Mother. Only Steve and you were left, but your great aunt wasn’t even home at the moment, and apart from her, there wasn’t really any family left in the area. As for Steve…

“They won’t come,” he told you without you having to ask. “And it’s better this way.”

“What do you mean?”

“They’d only tell me off for getting hurt and looking like this. They care more about what other people think than how I feel.”

“I’m sorry, Steve.”

“It’s alright. I’m used to it.”

But he shouldn’t be. Family should be there for you, but in this case, the people gathered here were Steve’s family. Dustin, Robin, Nancy, Eddie… you. Everyone. And he’d rather watch out for his found family than have his parents show up and make a scene.

“How are you feeling?” he asked you, making you press your lips together. It was hard to keep something from him, when he looked at you with such genuine concern.

“I… I don’t know.” The tears welled up again, replacing the words, because they showed Steve exactly what was going on with you. So, he wrapped his arms around you and just held you, allowing you to sob in his arms for as long as you needed it - which turned out to be until your legs nearly gave in from exhaustion. Steve led you to the chairs in the hall, a bit away from the others and sat you down.

“Close your eyes a little, get some rest, okay?” He wrapped his arm around you again, pulling you to his side so that you could use his shoulder as a pillow. “I’ll watch over you and wake you up as soon as we get news.”

“Okay…” Your voice was rough from crying so much, but you did as you were told, closed your eyes, and even managed to get some sleep.

You managed to fall asleep, not really surprising considering what had happened, how much you’d cried. At one point, Steve gently woke you up, shaking your shoulder to get you to open your eyes.

“Y/N, the doctor’s here,” Steve said quietly, making you snap to attention immediately.

“I can’t tell you anything if you’re not family, I’m sorry!” Eddie’s only family was uncle Wayne, and you didn’t know whether anyone had been able to get a hold of him yet. They probably hadn’t because otherwise, he’d be here.

“I…” you spoke up, trying to get up from where you were sitting, and Steve helped you, his hand on your elbow. You twisted the ring around your finger, remembering the vow you’d given each other years ago, the thing you’d always held onto in a way, even though you’d been miles apart, hadn’t even talked to each other. But being back here now, in Eddie’s presence, you knew that you needed him in your life to be happy, that you’d always needed him, but had just tried to push this away in order to go on with your life.”I’m his fiancee.” You held your hand up with the ring that matched Eddie’s. “His uncle is not here yet, and I don’t know if anybody’s reached him yet.

The doctor hesitated for a moment, but when he felt all eyes on him, he sighed.

“He’s out of surgery now, but he’s in intensive care. He’s lost a lot of blood, but he’s strong. It depends on how the next twenty-four hours go.”

“Can I… Can I see him?” You stepped forward, letting go of Steve’s hand that you’d been holding.

“Five minutes, okay? He needs his rest, and so do you.”

You knew that he was right, and you knew that you should probably go home and get changed, take a shower, but right now, you didn’t want to leave the hospital even for a second.

And so you nodded, before you followed the doctor. Your heart lodged in your throat when you saw Eddie. There were a couple of machines hooked up to him, monitoring him, and you didn’t know what else they were doing. It didn’t matter as long as they kept him alive. Carefully, you walked up to the bed, looked him over. His body wasn’t covered in blood anymore, but therefore, he had bandages everywhere. You didn’t know what was worse, but at least he was breathing, he was safe here, where nobody would hurt him anymore.

At first, you weren’t sure whether you were allowed to touch him, but then you just did it, put your hand on top of his, relieved when you found it warm when you’d expected it to be cold somehow. He didn’t stir, though, he lay there almost lifeless, but you could see his chest rising and falling steadily which was a good sign.

“Don’t you dare die on me, Eddie,” you whispered, running your thumb over the back of his hand. “There’s still something you want to tell me, remember?” You had an idea what it was after he’d told Dustin that he loved him, but you hadn’t wanted to hear it back there, and now you clung onto this, to Eddie’s stubbornness, that he would pull through just to tell you what you hadn’t allowed him to say.

“I’m really sorry, but your five minutes are up. As soon as he’s out of intensive care, you can stay as long as you want, alright?”

Slowly, you nodded. It was giving you a little bit of hope, but your feet were still heavy as you walked back to the others.

“I want to see my boy!” You heard him even before you saw him, and Wayne’s voice already made you feel a sort of relief that you couldn’t describe.

“Uncle Wayne,” you mumbled, drawing his attention to you, and you did your best to keep the tears at bay.

“Y/N!” Two long strides and he wrapped you in his arms, held you close for a moment, before he held you at arm’s length to examine you. “What-”

“It’s not my blood,” you quickly said, because you didn’t want him to worry about you as well. The relief in his eyes only lasted for a moment. “It’s Eddie’s… but he’s… he’s okay I guess.” You couldn’t tell him that he was alright, because that would have been a lie. “He needs rest and he’s in intensive care. But he’s breathing, and they’re looking out for him.”

“They let you in his room?” It was curiosity that made him ask that, because normally, only family was allowed in these situations.

“Yeah I… kinda told him that we’re engaged.” A bashful little smile appeared on your lips when you said that, and it made Wayne mirror you, if only for a brief moment.

“Well, it’s not really a lie.” He smoothed down your hair before he kissed your forehead. “I mean, Eddie never forgot about you, Never took that ring off. And he never really had someone else in his life.”

“What?” Surprised, you looked at him, your heart leaping in your chest.

“Don’t look so surprised! You were and you are his first love, his best friend. Sure, there have been girls, but never anything serious. ‘Cause he always missed you.”

“I… missed him, too.” You bit down on your bottom lip to keep yourself from crying again.

“And you’re here now. Just don’t waste the opportunity you two have now.”

“I’m not planning on it.”

“Good… And now get home and get some rest. You certainly need it.”

“Uncle Wayne, I-”

“You know damn well that Eddie will rip my head off if he finds out that I didn’t look out for you.”

“Yeah… yeah you’re right.”

“Take the Harrington boy with you, alright? I’ll stay here and you come back after you got some sleep.”

“Alright…” You gave him a small smile before you turned around and walked over to Steve. “Come on, let’s go!”

“Where?” He looked up at you, visibly confused.

“To my great aunt’s house. I don’t want you to go home to your parents, and I can’t sleep alone at the moment. And Wayne told me to take you along with me.”

That made Steve smile, and he followed you out of the hospital. You used the caravan to get to your car that Steve had used after you’d given him the keys. Neither of you wanted to be seen in the caravan anymore, and it was easier to get around with your car.

Once in your aunt’s house - or rather your guest house - you took turns taking a shower. While Steve was showering, you put his clothes along with yours in the washing machine, gave him some of your clothes to wear, because you’d packed everything, including some old men’s shirts and boxers that you used to sleep in now and then, because they were comfortable.

You worked around each other in quiet, lay in the bed together, because you led Steve there. It was big enough and comfortable, and you both needed some sleep - and you knew that you wouldn’t fall asleep with someone there. You felt safe in Steve’s presence, and it took you a little time, but then you managed to fall asleep. Both of you.

—

The next day, you went back to the hospital as soon as you could, met up with Wayne, who told you that nothing had changed. Steve and you swapped places with him, sent him home to get some rest, get some food. His home right now was with Dustin and his Mum, because of the state the trailer was in now.

The hours passed, your new friends came to keep you company. None of you wanted to be alone, and some went in to see Max - who wasn’t in intensive care, but strictly monitored - and some stayed with you. Until the doctor came and told you that Eddie had been moved to a different room, that his vitals were looking better, that he didn’t need to stay in intensive care anymore.

Two people were allowed at the same time as long as you didn’t cause a ruckus inside. It was clear that you and Steve were going in together. Dustin was staying with Lucas and the others would wait out here, happy about the outcome and that you were able to go and see him.

He still looked the same way as he’d done last night, minus one of the monitors if you weren’t mistaken. Steve moved one chair next to the bed so that you could sit down, and you both stayed there in silence for some time.

“We talked about you.. On the way to Nancy’s house.”

“You did?” you asked quietly, looking up at Steve, before you turned back to Eddie and took his hand in yours.

“Mhm,” Steve nodded, placing his hand on your shoulder. “Did he tell you?”

“He wanted to tell me… something.” You couldn’t be sure whether it was what Steve was referring to or not. “But I shushed him, told him to tell me when we made it out of there.”

“He will come around and tell you. He’s a stubborn bastard.” Steve squeezed your shoulder lightly, making you smile. Yeah, he was right…

—

The next couple of days were pretty much like this. You hardly went home, only to get some sleep - together with Steve who insisted on taking you home to make sure that you actually got some sleep and enough food. He’d made you his personal responsibility, because Eddie wasn’t here to look out for you.

Meanwhile, you’d gotten to know the others as well, the ones you’d heard about. El, Will, Jonathan as well as that new guy Argyle, who at least managed to make you smile with his whole… being. Still, most of your time was spent by Eddie’s side holding his hand, talking to him. By now, there was no machine helping him to breathe anymore, and some of the others were gone as well. Now, you were just waiting for him to wake up.

“Do you remember the summer of 1980?” you asked, looking down on your hand that was holding his. Slowly, a smile crept on your lips when you remembered that summer. “We snuck out in the middle of the night and my parents didn’t notice. Thank God! We practically ran to the playground, our footsteps echoing in the quiet night, and we even thought someone was following us.” You had to chuckle at the memory. Eddie had stolen a cigarette from his uncle, because you both had been curious, had wanted to try it, but nobody was allowed to find out. You would have gotten grounded, and Eddie would have had to explain himself to uncle Wayne. It had felt so incredibly illegal that you had been scared of someone following you. “And then we sat down on the swingset. It wasn’t as dark as I thought it would be, because of the clear night sky and the full moon. God that was my first and last cigarette. I felt so sick afterwards and nearly puked on your shoes.” But Eddie… Eddie had coughed, but he’d liked it, and by now, he always had cigarettes with him.

You felt his hand twitch beneath yours, your eyes darting to his face, but he didn’t open his eyes. You watched him for a moment, before you closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

“You spent the night in my house and when we snuck back in, you pushed over a vase as graceful as you were. I was pretty sure my Mum would run down the stairs and give us a lecture.”

“But we got away.” Eddie’s voice was raw and deep, but it made every fibre in your body fill with joy, even though you weren’t sure whether you’d heard right. Could have been your imagination with everything going on. But when you looked up and found his eyes looking down at you, the hint of a smile on his lips, you knew that this was real, that he was awake, that he was talking to you.

“Eds…” you managed to whisper before the tears took over and ran down your cheeks, his hand squeezing yours tight.

“C’mere princess,” he mumbled, reaching for you with his other arm. He didn’t care that it would hurt, didn’t care about anything but you, and he needed you as close as possible.

You didn’t hesitate, got up on the bed and hugged him - as far as that was possible. Eddie closed his eyes, breathing you in, while his hands landed on your back, slowly roaming over it, down your sides, over your hips, to the small of your back. He needed to make sure that you were okay, that you were unharmed.

“I’m okay,” you mumbled against his neck, your tears leaving a wet patch on his pillow, dripping onto his neck as well, but neither of you cared.

“Thank God.” He held you close to his body, eyes closed, because he needed this, needed you, and he wouldn’t let go for as long as he could. But you pulled back slightly so that you could look into his eyes. Eddie lifted one hand to brush the tears away.

“I thought… I thought I’d lost you!” you hiccuped, pushing his hair from his face, examining him. There were small cuts and bruises in his face as well, and a big bandaid on the side of his neck and jaw.

“Too stubborn to die.” He smiled up at you, cupping your cheek with his hand. “Still have to tell you something. Someone didn’t want to let me speak.”

“I’m-”

“Don’t apologise, okay?” Eddie put his thumb on your lips to keep you quiet. “It wasn’t the right moment to tell you this, and maybe right now isn’t either.”

“Eds…” you whispered against his thumb, raising your hand to put it on top of his.

“No, I need to say it or I’m gonna burst.” He took a deep breath, eyes full of adoration when he looked back into your eyes. “I love you, Y/N. I never stopped loving you. You’ve always been the only one for me, the one who holds my heart, the-”

Your lips on his silenced him. Your hands were splayed out on his chest, your heart beating so fast in your chest that you thought it would give out any moment. Five years… it had taken you five years to kiss him again, and you wouldn’t let him go. At all. Not anymore.

His thumb brushed your cheek, his other hand on your side, while he savoured every second of this kiss. It was a gentle touch of lips that conveyed so much love that everyone in the hospital must have felt it. You pulled back just a fraction.

“And I love you, Eddie. Always have, always will.” His lips were on yours again without hesitation, but this time with a hunger you hadn’t felt in any kiss in years. It left you breathless.

“Good to see you awake, Munson,” Steve’s voice made you pull back, burying your head against Eddie’s shoulder.

“Good to see you, too, Harrington.”

“I’ll give you five more minutes, alright? But then you need to see a doctor and let the other ones know.” Steve couldn’t stop the grin from appearing on his lips as relief washed over him. Eddie was awake, that was all that mattered - and he’d finally told you what he’d wanted to tell you in the Upside Down.

“Appreciate it, man.”And you did as well. But now, you knew that you had all the time in the world to make up for the time that you’d missed. Because Eddie was awake, Because Eddie was alive.

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False Positive

House MD fanfic, Greg House/James Wilson (hilson)

A scene that keeps playing in my head. Probably should be part of a larger fic, but I don't wanna. Dubious timeline, I've only seen up to half way of season 5. Fluff, getting together, usual House/Wilson prank stuff.

Summary: After an incident during lunch, House has been agitated, more so than normal. Enter Wilson, trying to make things right. Enjoy!

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The sky is dark, and long past time for him to go home. And yet, House finds himself still in his office. Using the handle of his cane, he balances his red and white oversized tennis ball. He gives it a little toss and catches it on the handle, silently mulling over what had happened earlier.

A knock on his office door brings him out of his thought process. He looks up to see Wilson through the glass. His jaw tenses and he rolls his eyes, going back to playing catch.

The door opens, and Wilson lets himself in. "Hey, can we talk?"

"Aren't you worried about being in a room with me after dark? Apparently there's a rumor floating around that I'm gay." House doesn't look at Wilson when he talks. He focuses on his cane and ball. "Wonder what caused that."

Wilson shuts the door. "I said sorry."

"Never said you didn't."

"And you're still here sulking." Wilson sits down in the chair closest to the door. "It was one kiss. One kiss to avoid the attention of someone I... didn't want to talk to."

"Your boyish charms causing problems with women doesn't mean you get to kiss me in the middle of the cafeteria unprompted. You knocked my cane out of my hand, I could have fallen." He tosses the ball to Wilson.

Wilson catches it, spinning it in his hands a few times before tossing it back. "So if it was prompted, it would have been okay?"

House catches the ball on his cane and stills. He knows he needs to choose his next words carefully.

Even taking half a moment to think is too much, and Wilson pounces on it, "Wait really?"

House takes the ball and puts it back on his desk. "Help you trick someone? Yes, obviously! I just need a heads up so I know to hold onto my cane tighter."

"Oh ho, as if that was a problem!" Wilson gets to his feet. "I'm sure my bicep is bruised with how hard you grabbed onto me!" He walks closer to the desk, crossing his arms.

House gets up. "Of course I grabbed onto you, my cane was on the floor!"

House tries to walk to the door but Wilson side steps, now directly in front of House and staying there. House in turn takes half a step back.

Wilson, of course, notices it. "I have... a few theories as to why you're upset. I could use a differential."

House's jaw sets and he grips his cane tighter. With his free hand he gestures for Wilson to continue.

"Theory one, you're upset I did it to you. You like being in control, you would have wanted to have an excuse to kiss me, so I'm all surprised and then the rumors are about me being all lovesick."

"Good theory." House mumbles. "Doesn't cover everything."

"Okay, theory two, you're homophobic." Wilson steps closer to House.

House snorts. "You're an idiot." He fidgets with his cane.

"Right, of course." Wilson nods. "So theory three... you liked the kiss. You're upset because something you ended up finding meaningful, I've played off as a joke."

"And the others gossiping, does that contribute?"

"You've never cared what people thought before, I doubt you'd start caring now." He steps forward again, and this time House does step back. "What's your opinion? Got a favorite theory?"

"The first one sounds like me. I think it would have been funny to see your dumb face all shocked and..." House trails off as Wilson steps closer again.

"Right..." Wilson uncrosses his arms. "Well, we should run a test. Rule out a couple theories and find our diagnosis."

Wilson starts to lean in. He's close, closer, until House just has to barely lean in. Wilson's eyes close, and he's waiting. It's a trap, Wilson wants House to cave, to admit he cares, and- Oh fuck it.

House closes the gap, harder than he meant and way more vulnerable. It's worth it when House hears and feels a pleasant noise against his own mouth. Wilson's hands are on his hips. House drops his cane, resting his on Wilson's arms. He feels Wilson's mouth open just enough for House to let him suck on his bottom lip.

Finally House is the one to break the kiss. He's breathless, heart racing. He opens his eyes, still being held by Wilson, who still has his eyes closed.

House exhales through his nose before he pulls back a step. "There. You ran your test."

Wilson blinks and takes a breath. "Yeah, yeah I did."

"You got your diagnosis, you can go." House doesn't look at him now, moving to pick up his cane.

"Why would I do that?"

House pauses and faces him again. "Obviously you were testing if I liked you. Congrats, you got your answer. Go."

Wilson stares at House and puffs a laugh. "House I knew the answer before I walked in here. That test was, well," He scratches the back of his head. "It was for me."

That grabs House's attention immediately. "For you? And you... liked it?"

"Well, unless this test is a false positive." Wilson smiles. "We should... retest, to make sure?"

House stares and tilts his head. "Dr. Wilson, are you coming onto me? I may have to file a sexual harrassment lawsuit."

"You bastard." He laughs in reponse to House's empty threat. "Fine. No retesting, I'll go." He turns around and heads to the door.

"Wait," House blurts.

Wilson stops immediately. "Yes?"

House fidgets with his cane. He looks around the office then at Wilson. "Are you going to make me say it?"

"Yes. I am." Wilson nods. There's a gleam in his eye, and a sweet smile on his face that House has never had directed at him before.

House takes a breath, and as if it pains him, he mumbles, "I want you to stay. Please."

The silence is comfortable, and Wilson is relaxed as he walks back to House's side. "Since you asked so nicely, I'll stay."

House nods. "Thanks, Wilson."

"Anything for you House."