#and I already know making the next episodes will be much faster

[rawliverandgoronspice]

no but for real guys I actually can't believe the spike in skill that occured in... not even a couple of months??? The one in the left is from February, and it took me *less time* to make the one on the right.

The trap now will be to NOT fall in the infinite loop of redoing stuff over and over again in search of ultimate perfection, but damn

[helpfulbug]

ok watched seeing red again

[fanofthings20]

Rio Vidal x Reader Angst Request

This was requested by @miraslittlecrow. I hope this story is what you were hoping for! Thank you for the request and the fun challenge, I'm sorry it took me so long to finally posted it and I do apologize if this is a complete disaster!!

All the promtps are highlighted in bold and were created by the amazing and talented @me-writes-prompts

Without further ado, after 14-hour days for 7 straight, internet issues, about 16 rewrites, and changing the prompts about three times here is the story. Until next time farewell and happy Agatha All Along episode 7 night!!

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It was after midnight when a bloody, beaten, and worn-down soul returned home. Trying their hardest to stay silent to not alert their wife now that they were finally home after being delayed for an additional two days than the original eight days that was originally expected. You would have been back two hours ago but you were determined to patch yourself up the best you could so your wife who would no doubt already be worried about the delay, it would only stress her to see injuries and put the lives you just risked everything for in grave danger from her wrath. This is the downside to having the job of a life guardian with protection witch abilities while your wife is Lady Death who is protective and quick to anger.

Turning into the living room has you feeling lightheaded and your using the back of the couch as a crutch to keep yourself upright. You waited for a few minutes till the feeling passed thinking it was safe managing to round to the front of the couch before feeling a wet sensation against your left hand that was holding your right side. Pulling your hand off your side you see that the stitches for that large gash had ripped again and you'd already lost so much blood you barely made it onto the couch before the rest of your strength left you.

Meanwhile, Rio had been forced to collect more souls in the last four days than she would have liked. She would much rather wait at home for y/n to return, given that they were already two days behind their return date. Unfortunately, Death waits for no one, and Rio was super-speeding the process intending to get home faster. Finally, arriving at the house for the last two souls that needed to be collected tonight it happened to be an elderly couple. Rio always enjoyed collecting elderly couples who passed together because it was well deserved. Even though she was in a rush to get home she took her time with this couple getting to know them while providing a smooth transition.

When she returned to the living world she felt a searing pain in her chest at the same time it felt like a soul was close to collection. The searing pain was from the bond with her wife that alone was concerning enough but in occurrence as the death call skyrocketed Rio’s panic and in her rush to get home she teleported to the wrong location twice before finally making it home. Running up the path barreling through the door, and using magic to close the door the house was dark no lights had been turned on. Rio was using their bond to range how close she was to y/n and her ability to adjust to the darkness to rush up the stairs to their bedroom.

Upon crossing the bedroom’s threshold she noticed the room was untouched. Stopping long enough to check the bathroom before she rushed back downstairs, she was on the way to their back porch which was your favorite spot had it not been for the weak whimpering sound you made on the couch from jostling your injury. The sound had her turned around and on her knees at your side in a split second using her magic she turned on the living room lamps which illuminated your state to her. Normally nothing would phase her but your bruised state and the extent of your injuries were unlike any you had ever bared before. She knew the insane risks of your job as a life guardian but had been managing until now but she could no longer put off the conversations she had been withholding from you anymore.

Your voice was so weak when you tried putting on the brave act of “It’s fine, I’m okay-“ but she was quick to gently cut you off with “No you’re not, you’re injured and it’s all their fault!”. She was so sick of the fools who lived without abandon and required a life guardian to keep living. If she could she’d gladly take all their souls in an instant to keep you from harm but she couldn’t break the cycle of life rules without major consequences. If you didn’t require her immediate attention and care to keep you from being the next soul she was forced to collect she would be out that door in a second to give the person you risked everything such a life-altering scare to keep them from needing you ever again.

But you needed her now, especially with the large gash that was gushing blood out. She took out her favorite curved knife to cut your shirt off so she could have full access to your injuries to heal them. When your shirt had been removed and the true extent of your injuries was revealed to her, she was scared that she couldn’t heal it. The gash went from your right side across your abdomen it was deep with significant blood loss your other symptoms included breathing faster than normal, feeling confused and weak, sweating, low body temperature, fast pulse and slowly losing consciousness.

Rio tried to be gentle but she could only go so far when she had to put her hands directly on your wounds to heal it with her magic. Putting pressure on your wounds and the magic closing them again, causing you immense pain that had your already exhausted body past its limit to where your whimpering increased along with your feeble attempts to get away from Rio’s hands. Your rational side knew Rio was helping but you were so confused by the pain and blood loss that you weren’t capable of seeing it as helping. Rio couldn’t take her hands away from your wounds yet so all she could currently offer you were words of love to try and ease your confusion and discomfort.

“Cara Mia, I know it hurts”

“Your going to be okay”

“It’s almost over mi amor”

“We are going to have a long conversation when this is all over”

Rio had finally finished healing your wounds and could take her hands off your abdomen. You had passed out when the wound was halfway through mending. After she checked your heartbeat and breathing status, she walked to the kitchen where she collected a bowl of water and a hand towel to wash both her hands and clean you off the best she could. When you were cleaned off Rio took a few minutes to lay her head over your abdomen to feel you breathing and leave a trail of kisses along where your newest scar lies trying to calm her racing heart and remind herself you were still here with her. There wasn’t much she could offer for blood loss but two potions, food, hydration, and rest.

When she left you this time it was a return trip to the kitchen to clean the bloody bowl and prepare the potions and food. Who knows how long you’ll be passed out for so it was a waiting game for Rio which gave her time to think about one of your earlier interactions and what she wanted to say to you after all these years of holding back. One of her favorite interactions was when you had presumably saved her from a booby-trapped section of the woods. You did not know that she was Death at the time, there had been many interactions between you both throughout the years. You thought she was alluring, irresistible, and you knew this section of the wood was trapped. She had stepped on a hidden pressure plate for the arrow bolt's release, but before one could hit her, she instantly knew it was you. Hell, yall had fucked so many times at this point that you could recognize each other instantly just by your bodies. “You saved me back there…you didn’t have to. You could’ve gotten yourself kille-” (Rio) “I’d always choose you over myself. You should be well aware of that by now, my dear.” (You).

It had caught her off guard how willing you were to always put her first over yourself. Dare she say that made you even sexier in her eyes and so much harder to deny feelings for you anymore. She almost lost you tonight in more ways than one, physically and she would have been forced to take your soul from the living world to the soul realm a place she could never enter. She finished making everything and kept the food warm with her magic going back into the living room carefully lifting your head and sliding in under you. She ran a hand through your hair while the other was holding your wrist keeping track of your heartbeat.

She knew you probably wouldn’t hear or remember this conversation but she needed to say it to you “You know, you don’t have to do this. You don’t always have to stand up for people. I worry that no one will stand up for you in return when the time comes, because they take you for granted. And I hate that.” “Let me help you, please. I can’t stand on the side, quietly staring at all the scars you carry.” She couldn’t stand by anymore in the shadows and let you do this alone, there were only so many years where she’d let you go but now if you ever fully recovered from this she would be at your side from now on.

[dykesynthezoid]

I do think we’re getting at least some escalation of devil’s minion in s3 btw. And I don’t think that’s even me being hopeful or optimistic I think it’s literally just logical.

I’ve seen people say oh, but devil’s minion happens in QOTD, and s3 is TVL; and firstly, they’ve definitely made it sound like some elements of queen of the damned are going to be present in s3. Secondly, I suspect season 3 is going to end with the lead up to Lestat’s San Francisco concert. So the whole season will be both Lestat backstory + the set up for the events of QOTD. And devil’s minion happens, guess what, before Lestat’s San Francisco concert. It would almost not make sense to not at least touch on it while the other story beats are culminating up to that moment. Like, Daniel and Armand are already present in the story (where they aren’t in the book in the modern day storyline), why would you not continue their storylines to the next logical step?

Also, I think you have to consider just how many new characters and storylines QOTD introduces and how daunting that can be to absorb if you’re unfamiliar. Waiting to do anything with devil’s minion until season 4 means that’s just one more new storyline to have to inject into a narrative already very crowded with exposition. It just doesn’t make a lot of sense to do that, and I suspect the writers are pretty aware of that.

And frankly like. What other storylines would Daniel and Armand be getting? Like how are either of their stories supposed to move forward without, y’know, each other? Are we supposed to expect all of season 3 just to be one big pause button on both their larger narratives? That seems very silly. Daniel at least has the journey of adjusting to vampirism, but Armand especially is like. His semi-redemption and character evolution comes from devil’s minion. That’s the only real next step for him.

And I mean. Look at Assad and Eric. I don’t think Rolin Jones could convince them to wait a whole other season for something to happen if he tried. I know, I know it’s easy to be like “oh but maybe it’s just actors being silly” but compare how open they’re being about it now and how much more tight lipped they were in between seasons one and two. It’s night and day. It is a very very different vibe. And apparently, Assad has been plenty excited about it this entire time, so he was actually somehow managing to keep his mouth shut before. But now maybe he doesn’t need to, because he knows season 3 will at least offer something in the way of that development.

I think it’s entirely possible we won’t necessarily see the full “culmination” of their relationship until season 4, but I do think season 3 will at least have development and escalating tensions that are undeniable. I think it’ll likely start out slow and ramp up as the season continues. I’m not going to panic if we don’t get much in the first few episodes or if it takes until episode five to see Daniel’s turning. That might be needed, honestly, in terms of giving Lestat his necessary focus. But I think more small pieces will begin to accumulate, will escalate to a place of higher tension by the mid season, and then the finale will include some type of reveal or emotional climax, setting things up going into season 4.

And you know what, it’s worth mentioning: things have happened faster on this show than I expected before! I did not expect Daniel to be turned at the end of season 2. I thought we probably had a whole other season to go before that happened. “Well they were afraid of cancellation” / “well Eric just wanted to be a vampire so badly” and will these things also not apply to season 3/Eric and Assad wanting devil’s minion?? Idk babes. I’m doing the math and it doesn’t seem that crazy to me

[moirindeclermont]

It's a new week, and welcome all of you!!

Today's episode of "All Polin's First Times We Didn't See" is about dreams (in two parts, this one is Colin's, tomorrow is all about Pen). Please continue to make requests. We have roughly two weeks to go before this series ends and Kinktober starts... I have around 6/7 prompts already, so I have space for more 6/7. I can't wait to read your requests! But now, let's talk about dreams.

Pen might ask about dreams since Colin said he was dreaming of her. Maybe they are cuddling in the morning, and it's a nice quiet day where they get to indulge a bit. "Tell me about your dreams," says Pen, playing with the hair on his chest - something so intimate it still makes her heart beat faster. He looks at her, "Only if you tell me yours," he says, and by the blush Pen now has, he knows it's going to get juice soon. Pen nods: she must be really curious.

"The night after our first kiss, I didn't sleep at all," he confesses. Now, the memory is happy and not bittersweet because she is here with him, so he can laugh a bit at his own dramatics. "You rocked my world with that one, Pen," he adds, stealing another kiss—now they can, now they are married. "But that evening, I was so tired that I went to bed early, and I dreamt about me coming back to your garden," now he gets shy because he knows what's next.

He looks at the incredible woman who is looking at him with such awe in her eyes: "I confessed my feeling... and you—dream you—said you felt the same. that I occupied your thoughts constantly. Then I kissed you, not like our first kiss. I pressed you against the wall and made you mine with my hands and mouth," he tells her, and she smiles at him. "You're such a romantic; even your dreams are as sweet as you," she says, but he laughs with her, "That was only the first dream... "

"Every night after that, it got worse and worse. I imagined having you under me. Exploring your bosom," and he traces a nipple with his fingers, making it hard. He pinches it, making Pen gasps. "Once we were at a ball, and you were dancing with someone else... in the dream, I walked towards you, pushed the Lord away and kissed you there right in the middle of the room," he says, remembering how he approached her and Lord Debling he thinks now he might have taken some inspiration from his dream.

"After the hot ballon, it got even worse," he adds, noticing how she is trying not to move. "I had an erection constantly," and as he speaks, Pen takes him in hand, pumping him slowly. "I imagined your mouth around me or how you tasted. I bought an eclair that day to get close to how your mouth would taste," and he shakes his head. "You had me under a spell, Pen," he says, his breath just a bit quicker because of Pen's movement.

Pen now takes him in her mouth. He would never get used to seeing her in between his legs, eyes on him, licking and sucking him like she was starving for him. He moans and pants, "Continue," says Pen. He can't think much, but he tries for her. "I woke up humping the sheets or with my erection in hand, thinking -- ahhhh, Pen, yes -- thinking of how much I wanted to sink into you and show you what pleasure is," he says, and it seems like Pen is enacting his dreams.

Because the moment after, she is sinking into him, her wet core enveloping him. They both moan loudly. "Tell me more, Colin," she says, and he can only grab her hips to accompany her while he speaks, his voice broken by his moans. "I tried everything to get away from thoughts of you - bloody hell, Pen - I even went to a brothel but I passed the time on my own, imagining you, -- you're a goddess, wife -- Always you."

And Pen is not jealous, not in the slightest, when she is the only one capable of making him turn into this with just a look. Words become useless as they fall into each other, kissing and moaning their pleasure. "Dreams didn't hold a candle against you," he says between thrusts; they are both close now. "The first time I sank into you, I think you took my soul as your prisoner," he says, utterly wrecked, pen all but screaming her release above him.

He comes a bit later, and Pen is now lying on top of him. "If I took your soul, it's only fair, I think," he finds the courage to look at her through the exhaustion. "You took mine when I met you," she clarifies for him as they kiss, staying like that in that embrace for a very long time.

[physics-of-one-piece]

Doflamingo's Day Trip to Punk Hazard

Clear the way. The King of Dressrosa is leaving the royal palace in a flair of absolute style for urgent business on Punk Hazard.

Better hold onto his coat for dear life, because this man is FAST. I recommend wrapping your arms around his neck, I would not trust that coat regardless of how it sticks to him. His arms aren’t in his sleeves, that is a death game I do not want to play. So, arms around his neck. Take a nice little inhale of his royal cologne probably worth more than your civilian life if you’re feeling brave. Maybe nuzzle into him, get comfy, you know. It’s gonna be a trip. You won't have the time to breathe. At least the view will be nice, both at the sea and the... Pilot.

Okay. Ready? (Dear God, look at the size of his shadow, holy hell)

Go!

AND HE’S OFF!

Welcome to Doffy's Physics Lab. Let’s calculate how fast Doflamingo flew from Dressrosa to Punk Hazard.

Things to note:

1) The One Piece world is much bigger than Earth. It’s not possible to calculate how big it is. 100 times big is too big, two times big is too small, but Oda put the bottom of the sea at 10km, which is the same as the depth of the Earth’s sea. See the confusion?

2) Law slowed him down by giving him the ultimatum and taking Buffalo & Baby 5 hostage and no clouds.

First, we need the distance.

We can calculate the distance from Punk Hazard to Dressrosa using the SAD tanker. It’s mentioned in the manga it takes a day to reach Dressrosa by ship from Punk Hazard, so that’s 24 hours. A cargo ship goes 25 knots per hour. 

nautical miles = 25 knots • 24 hours

= 600 nautical miles

We need to turn them into kilometers. 

1 nautical mile = 1.852 kilometers

kilometers = 600 • 1.852 kilometers = 1111,2 km ~ 1111 km

Keep in mind, the One Piece world is bigger than ours. This can be considered a short distance for them, but long distance for us. For real life example, London and Berlin are 1,100 km away from each other. The flight takes 1 hour 40 minutes by plane.

Next, we need time. Some people will hate that I use anime time, but for Punk Hazard, it isn't that big of a stretch to use it as a guide. Also, the fact the Straw Hats had a party and ate makes me think there was no way they were at the coast for a full hour before setting sail. Nuh-uh. They'd be sliced if they had stayed that long. But I'm also aware real-time probably happened faster such as a fight, so we're gonna cut the time of the ep where Nami & Usopp beat Baby 5 & Buffalo in half.

Doflamingo set off to Dressrosa at Ep 620, landed on PH in Ep 624. If we go and calculate when he made it to Punk Hazard by making it 18 minutes for each ep (counting 11 mins of 624, half-cutting 621, and counting only last minute of 620), it would be under an hour. That’s already awesome. He’s one of the fastest fliers in the series.

Let’s first focus on those 2 last minutes of Episode 620. 

At 21:25, he leaves the royal palace. At 22:23, he is already over the sea. That’s 58 seconds it takes him to cross over Dressrosa. Thankfully, the fandom did the size of Dressrosa already. 

The diameter of Dressrosa is 50 kilometers. The area is 1,960km². 

That is not even the size of Madrid (Madrid is smaller). So, he’d fly across Madrid like NOTHING.

To put Dressrosa as a comparison with the real world, it is the size of Kuiu, an island in Alaska in United States.

Here it is. It’s a shame Kuiu is so thin, but the length isn’t a bad thing to have. That’s what we need. Length.

Okay, the royal palace is at the center of Dressrosa. That means we go 50÷2 to get the radius.

That’s 25 km. Not meters. Kilometers. 

Okay, so, I mentioned Madrid. Do you all want to know the  area and diameter of Madrid, the capital of Spain, the biggest city in Spain? 

😁😁

It’s 606 km². The diameter is 27 km. The radius is 13.5 km. He’d cross all over Madrid within 30 seconds maybe.

🙂🙂

(Screams)

Haha. Ha. 

If anyone wants to know, Dressrosa is, thankfully, NOT bigger than Spain. Spain is 500 times bigger than Dressrosa. 

All right, let’s calculate how fast Doflamingo is moving to get from Dressrosa and already be out at sea within 58 seconds. We’ll add about a kilometer so the sea is the only thing beneath him as shown in the anime.

We’re using the simplest formula here.

speed = distance/time

We’ll put distance into meters because we have seconds here, not hours.

26 km = 26,000 m

speed = 26,000 m/58 seconds

speed = 448,27 m/s (1470 feet/s)

Let’s convert it to km/h

448,27 m/s • 3.6 = 1614 km/h (1002 mph)

Hahaha, holy FUCKING SHIT. That's jet speed.

I TOLD YOU, HANG ONTO THAT COAT FOR DEAR LIFE, I TOLD YOU.

Dressrosa to Sea = 1614 km/h (1002 mph)

Okay, he broke the sound barrier. If anyone wants to know, you break the sound barrier after your speed passes 1239 km/h (770 mph).

He covers 26 km within 58 seconds at 1614 km/h speed. He covers 448 meters per second. He is moving at jet speed here.

Okay, now comes the Sea to Punk Hazard. Doflamingo has cleared 26 km of the 1111 km so that leaves him with 1085 km to cross.

Here are the minutes. We now won’t count the 2 minutes from 620 because he passed that area.

9(split in half bcs of the fight)+18+18+11= 56 minutes

speed = distance/time = d/t

Speed = 1085 km/0.933 h

Doflamingo’s Speed = 1162 km/h (722 mph)

And there we go, he was flying at 1162 km/h.

Not breaking the sound barrier but it makes sense by what the anime showed.

One thing to note is this includes him saving Buffalo & Baby 5 at a point where Law made sure behind where they came from there are no clouds for Doflamingo to use. He loses about 4 minutes with Law blackmailing him and then he has to take a detour which takes him 11 minutes. We can’t know whether the Straw Hats talking at the Sunny was happening at the same time as Doflamingo landing at Punk Hazard, so we’ll give him those 11 minutes because there are no clouds.

That’s 15 minutes he loses, which makes it 41 minutes. Without Law interfering and the clouds not being there, he would have arrived at Punk Hazard within 41 minutes.

So let’s calculate that.

41 minutes= 0.683 hours

1085 km/0.683h

His full speed without being slowed down by his adopted nephew blackmailing him and kidnapping his scientist to destroy his entire business would then be:

Full Speed (without being slowed down) = 1588 km/h (987 mph)

That's 441 meters per second. That’s four soccer fields he crosses within a second.

Damn. And that’s his casual speed. Broke the sound barrier again.

He is faster than a plane, planes go 600-800 km/h. 

To put into perspective just how fast he is even at that speed, a car takes 10 hrs at the distance (From Berlin to Slovenia) of 1,090km. He literally crosses the length of entire Europe within 56 minutes based on anime time. And that’s him slowed down, according to anime time. The fastest flight from Berlin to Slovenia (1,091km distance) takes 3 hours by plane.

When he found Buffalo & Baby 5, they were away from Punk Hazard. This is important cus he got angry then. That means he SPED up.

So, now we have his descent speed to cover. You know, when he lands like a boss. Yeah, that.

Doflamingo’s Descent Speed

Okay, Doflamingo wears bright colours (white, pink, vermillion) the dominant colours are white and pink. From the front, you’d see about 40% of white and 60% of pink bcs of the way his coat hangs on his shoulders, it makes him look even bigger when he is big enough already like dear God, this man gave me heart attacks 90% of the time.

Why are his clothes important? Because of the sunlight reflecting off his clothes, therefore creating the reflection that causes the marines to see him as a spark, like a star in the daylight. The brighter the clothes, the more reflection which has a possibility of creating the spark in the sky (again, the sparks in the sky are caused by the object shining or you know, being ON FIRE bcs it’s falling down the atmosphere)

We’ll put his magnitude to +10. Humans can see the faintest star when its magnitude is +6. The more negative the magnitude, the brighter sth is. The Sun has the magnitude of -26. Magnitude isn’t important, though, except…

This means we can only see him coming when it’s too late. The anime showed this as a star gleam which I understand, to show just how FAST he is coming. They showed it in daylight, daylight has apparent magnitude of -26. This is a known thing, but when you see something like that, where there is that bright of a spark in the sky and next second it lands in front of you… its speed is 360,000 km/h. He is the only warlord you can see coming at you BECAUSE he wears bright clothes. Is that good or bad? Who knows. 

Doflamingo seems to first be flying at 20ish degrees downward toward the shore, but in the last moment (ten meter from the ground or less) he makes his approach a full horizontal one, because he whooshes past the marines in a full horizontal, linear direction and then does that epic landing.

For now we’ll focus on the descent speed, which includes his linear speed when he whooshes past the marines (in the anime when he whooshes past them he is not visible to them, he leaves blurs). 

I don’t want to fuck with curves. There’ll be tangents and there’s no need for them. I don’t think his strings even let him make a curved downward descent? He can do curves turns, but I don’t think he can do descents? It’s up for debate.

Okay, so let’s say Doflamingo is about 100 meters high in the sky. He reaches the ground within 0.05 seconds in the anime. Not even 1 full second, oh boy, fluffy man is FAST, GODDAMN. My eyes just bulged out of my head. Okay. Props to the anime team, that is a great show of his speed right there by making it last such a short time. 

Also, they never see him completely until he lands. We, the viewer see him, which means he is at maximum 4.8 km away (this is how far the human eye can see).

That means Doflamingo passes 4.8 km within 0.05 seconds.

I’m scared to calculate this, to be honest. This will be… this will be fast.

Let’s convert kilometers into meters to make our life easier. We get m/s and then we’ll convert them to km/h.

Buckle up. Keep a death grip on those feathers. Doflamingo hasn’t landed yet.

4.8 • 1000 = 4800 meters

descent speed = 4800 m/ 0.05 s

Descent speed (m/s)= 96 000 m/s (314 960 feet/s)

And into kilometers

Descent speed = 356,600 km/h (221 580 mph)

O.O

Holy fuck.

Yeah, crazy fast. You know, it makes sense now why G2 Luffy (who we’ll put moves at 2,400 km/h based on jet speed) was nothing in terms of speed. Damn.

Okay, so… this speed has not been achieved by any atmospheric or orbital aircraft, so I genuinely have nothing to compare it to. This is the velocity of objects in deep space like gravitational slingshots.

Okay, let’s put it into Machs. Fastest Mach we know of is Mach 30. Okay.

Formula is:

Mach number = speed of the object/speed of sound

Speed of sound is 343 m/s.

Mach number = 96 000/342

Mach number= 279.3 Mach

Doflamingo’s descent speed is Mach 279.3

No wonder he’s a blur. No wonder they only see him as a fckn spark in the sky. 

He didn't simply break the sound barrier here, he left the sound barrier at the bottom of the sea.

And he’s landed.

I don’t know about you guys, but I’m getting off this 3 meter ride. Yep. Hopping down. It was fun. The coat is really soft.

Thank you for the ride, Doffy. Please go 50 km/h next time.

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(Let me know if you want me to tag you in my posts and if you want to be tagged only for particular characters, let me know that, too. Thank you all for the love and support, it's really taken me off guard. You're all so wonderful. Love you all ❤️)

[thefandomenchantress]

Chapter 2 Episode 15 Spoilers below!

Since Ace being the culprit has brought about so much pain to ace lovers, including me, I figured I'd make a list of all the good things that him being the culprit brings to us. Even though Ace will (probably) be executed next episode, that doesn't mean that nothing good came out of this, right?

-Ace's backstory may be revealed much sooner than expected! Before we would've had to wait for chapter 3 or chapter 4 and so on, but since Ace will be gone soon, almost everything not revealed next episode will get told to us in a bonus episode! (I think every dead person gets one of those? Idk if that's officially confirmed). I doubt Teruko's gonna find, like, Ace's diary in chapter three detailing his life story, so if we're ever getting the Taylor Lore™, it'll be in a bonus episode! Plus, a bonus episode would come out a lot faster than the whole of chapter three, so more Ace content sooner no matter what happens in it! And there's always the chance he gets picked for an FTE, since dead people are on the list of options.

-Ace canonically has neat, fancy handwriting. Begone rumors of Ace having illegible, traditionally boy-ish handwriting, he actually writes like a 19th century scholar and I find this very funny. More evidence for my 'Ace likes reading and writing and wanted to become a romance author' crack theory, since he also reenforced his particularness about vocabulary in chapter 2 part 2. (Our only remaining question: Does Ace actually have terrible spelling ('responsibel'), or did he just think Eden would?)

-Ace is very good at being sneaky and often overhears things he shouldn't. I can't wait for this to be used as a plot device in numerous fics ("XANDER YOU'LL NEVER GUESS THE SHIT I JUST HEARD DAVID SAY ABOUT YOU WHEN HE THOUGHT HE WAS ALONE").

-Ace will have to be included in the dead (formerly a) trio posts forevermore. Get ready for Xander-Min-Arei-Ace shenanigans.

-Now that the cast has been forced to acknowledge that being dumb and angry aren't Ace's only traits and that he's just as human as the rest of them, Ace is much less likely to be seen as just those two things by the average viewer. Ace's popularity, or at least the amount of dislike towards him, seems to have shifted since the last episode, and I'm happy more people are able to enjoy what his character has to offer now. He's a cool little guy. I've literally NEVER seen the Ace Markey tag this busy before.

-We got so many cool Ace CGs guys. SO MANY. Including one where he's hanging upside down on the swing set and looks weirdly cute for someone in the middle of a murder plan.

-Also new sprites! The DRDTdev gave Ace a redesign knowing full-well that it would only get a singular chapter of use, and I massively respect that. We already got some new sprites in part 2 of chapter 2 so far, and I'm guessing next episode he'll probably have at least one more breakdown sprite before he dies.

-For someone who no one in the cast liked, he's definitely going to leave an impact. He's finally made at least some of the cast realize what happens when they ignore the issues right in front of them. Ace shouts about how everyone hates him and sees him as an insufferable idiot? Eh, probably nothing, we don't have to worry about that. Sure, multiple people told him he's gonna die next in here, and he almost got murdered, but that won't amount to anything. What's he gonna do, murder someone--WAIT SHIT Ace step away from the Arei I repeat step away from the Arei-- (plus Teruko parallels). I'll probably go more in-depth about this sort of thing in a different post.

-WE NEVER GOT TO SEE WHAT'S UNDER HIS GLOVES. Kyoko and Mukuro both had hand-related secrets that connected them to the plot later on, does that mean Ace will have some sort of relevance to the mastermind or overall lore later on? Like a Mai tattoo situation? (Or maybe it's another thing that may be alluded to or discussed in the bonus episode)(Or left to interpretation but I hope not because I have so many theories).

If you have any more suggestions for other good Ace-related things the culprit reveal brought us, let me know and I can add them to the list! We need as many good things as we can think of right now...

[miss0atae]

Random Thoughts about The On1y One (EP 6) : Attachment, No regrets and live life to the fullest.

I knew they would feel at odds after the episode 5. Of course, Wang was hurt by Tian’s decision to live in the school accommodation. He was just starting to feel close to him and suddenly he discovered that Tian may leave. So, like any people who have already felt the harsh truth of being left alone, he tried to distance himself from Tian. It was a way for him to protect his heart, but Tian wasn’t fooled by his acts. He knew early on that Wang wasn’t acting like before. Relationships can be tough, especially if you have a lingering fear that the people you care about the most will leave you. Wang already lost his mother at a young age and his father is never really around him. He already know what it is to see people you love leaving him. So, before getting to attached to Tian, he prefers to treat him as a stranger: being polite, stop sharing his feelings and trying to give back anything gave to him so there would be no debt between them. I was afraid this drift between them would be last the entire episode, but thankfully Tian is really good at reading Wang’s mood and understanding him. He felt something was wrong and he reacted strongly against it. We’re so used to see him being calm and reserved that when he rejected Wang’s action of distancing himself from him, it was really shocking. He raised his voice and everyone (Wang and us) knew instantly he would not accept it.

Tian may be the one who is more reserved, but he is also the one who is more ready to say what he feels. I feel like Wang could have said to Tian about how hurt he was about his decision to leave the house because it made him think Tian didn't want to be around him… but he didn't because he is not used to do it. Both of them are lonely souls who found a connection, but they both deal differently with attachment. I feel like Wang tends to overthink things and doesn't take the time to talk it out with other, while Tian feels wary and find it hard to be close to others. However, I feel like Tian found in Wang a kindred soul and he got attached to him faster than it could be expected. They found in each other something they were looking for. There are dialogues in this story, but the real communication is usually non-verbal between them. It about how close they physically are to one another (it's not a coincidence that they are next to each other in the class), or the small gestures (Tian giving food and drinks to Wang) and mostly it's about how they look at each other. There is non verbal intentionally communication, but you can also read so much from their non-verbal unintentionally communication. For example, Tian is always looking at the door and expecting Wang. This door is shown to emphasize the short separation they experienced. When they are again talking to each other, they both comes in the room of the other.

This episode was also giving so many realizations to Wang. From him understanding that he doesn't have to plan his whole life because otherwise he wouldn't fully enjoy his youth, to him accepting not all efforts are in vain. It's really his luck that he is now surrounded by many people who want good things for him (Tian, his teachers, his best friend, Mr. Ding…). When you're in a competitive school and having such high goals, it can be easy to get lost. Life is not just studying to be at the top and aiming at the best rewards. It can be scary because you can feel like planning everything will make it easier, but when you stick to the plan, you may miss something else. I guess that's why I don't mind that the story is set in a school. It's not just about making the main characters be students. As a student they are supposed to learn. However, they are not just learning about school subject, but also about what they want to be. They are growing emotionally and they are also learning about one another. There are so many ways of learning. It is fitting the story.

I’m now truly attached to this story and these characters so I can’t wait to see what is going to happen to them.

[parrythisucasual]

If it's not too much trouble, May i request a sweetheart Plush Fem!Reader x Jax where the reader going through a panic attack episode? Maybe Jax has to stop them from pulling apart their seams as he calms them down. (I'm such a sucker for hurt/comfort.)

Jax x Plush! Fem! Reader

Hope you enjoy!!!

You were shaking, breathing heavily despite the lack of need to. You felt tears pool in your eyes. This was way too much. Being in the circus was already mentally straining- why did Caine have to make this the next adventure?!

In honor of “human Halloween” Caine had created an AI to hunt everyone down, slasher movie style. You’d locked yourself in your room, hidden under your bed, and sobbed.

You let out a cry of terror as you hear footsteps draw closer. You know you cant die, you know you cant get hurt… But that doesnt stop you from being horrified. You bite your arm to shut yourself up, tearing a hole in your fleece.

The knob jiggles, and your breathing only gets more rapid, more shallow. You’re on the verge of passing out when you hear the lock click. The door swings open, revealing not the slasher AI, but Jax. His eyes fell on you almost instantly, the smug look sliding off his face faster than you’ve ever seen.

“(Y/N)!” he hurried to you, uncharacteristically worried, “what happened?” he pulled you out from under the bed. You grabbed him, crying into his chest. You could care less it was Jax, you just needed someone.

“Th-Th-the killer-!” you sobbed, shaking so hard you nearly fell over. Jax steadied you, frowning, “That scared you that bad?” He led you to yur bed to sit you down, “It’s over, okay? You won.”

You didn’t care about winning. You didn’t care at all. But the knowledge that it was over made your entire body tingle with relief.

“What’s this…?” Jax asked suddenly, reaching out and lifting your torn arm, “did… you do this to yourself?” You sniffled, nodding a bit, “I-I didn’t want to be heard-” “(Y/N), don’t-” 

He hugged you. He reached out and hugged you. You were in shock, momentarily forgetting how worked up you were. Was Jax… crying…? This was insane. This wasn’t the egotistical rabbit you knew. This was… the guy he was hiding.

Your arms wrap around his waist, squeezing slightly, “I-I’m sorry,” you mumble, leaning into him more. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there,” he drew in a shaky breath, reaching to rub your hair, “I’m sorry-” “Ot’s okay, I’m okay now, I promise!”

You smile a bit, this soft side of Jax making your non-existant heart flutter. Jax relaxes, returning your smile with one of his own, “Well, good,” he attempted to regain some part of his usual composure, “...you wanna get patched up?”

You nod and point to your desk, “Top drawer,” and he retrieves your sewing kit, threading a needle expertly. “You’ve sewn before?” you question, lifting your arm so he could begin the repair. He half shrugged, “Ragatha taught me once, said it was useful and I had to know how. I thought it was stupid,” he finishes the stitches and snips the thread, “well, until now of course.”

A small smile played on your lips, but he looked away. At first you thought you’d upset him, until you noticed the dusting of light pink on his cheeks. You laughed softly.

“Thank you.”

[trutrustories]

STUDY IN LOKI ROMANCE Part 1: Ouroboros

Since we're only a few days away from the last episode, I decided to COUNT DOWN everything we´ve got so far ( that can be interpreted very easily as romantic ) and discuss what the actual fuck is going on with second season. Because even though I shipped lokius practically from S1E2, I absolutely did NOT expect this kind of development. (Not that I´m complaining) Warning: This is gonna be LONG post, lots of screenshots, lots of SPOILERS, lot of "oh-my-god-they-so-cute" language, and little bit of meta. I originally thought that this post would be everything at once, but since I have just too many screenshots this time around, I´ll have to split it. so every post will be one episode. Color coding means:

IIIIIIIIII = anything, that coud potentialy be just acting choice.

IIIIIIIIII = everything else (tzn.: whatever was written, and/or carefully prepared by filmmakers. )

side note: I already wrote, about how amazing it is, that Mobius is unable to fight but fights anyway and how beautifuly, and ridiculously brave he is HERE. But this is about Loki/Mobius interactions, so I´ll try my best not to talk about THAT. (Even when I´m really happy, that s2 continues with this formula and Mobius is still his completely defenseless while aggressively brave self. I love him, btw.)

Soooo EPISODE 1, le´t go: 1)"Mobius It´s me!" few second in and we have slowmo chasing scene with detail on Loki, and Mobius and then THIS Loki´s heartbreaking look on his face here.

2) "Tell me, you recognize me!" (Loki trying to desperetly find Mobius, and then running towards him) Also If this Time slipping didn´t triggered anything external, but It´s just his own, unlocked power - I honestly don´t know, how they will explain that - does that mean, that he unknowingly unlocked this power, because he was send by Silvie into the past, and then he was simply desperete and Mobius couldn´t recognized him so his body reacted by time slipping to place and time, where Mobius would know who he is???

3) this very unexpected exhibition of touches (meaning Mobius practicaly glueing himself to Loki for this entire section)

I´m sorry, but my man here is like "no, I´m not about to let you have a personal space. NOT. AN. OPTION. let me hold you some more" xD

4) This scene in in an elevator first of all, that was a second time, he slipped and was RIGHT back with Mobius, the very next second. secondly: Mobius being scared for Loki and insisting he needs immediate help thirdly: Loki reassuring Mobius, It´s not that bad.

also this "we just had sex in a cabin" shot:

and lastly...

Big thanks to the film crew for this shot to give us an idea just HOW MUCH OF AN UNUSED SPACE was in the elevator! 👌

5) Mobius and Loki talking to OB. being perfectly coordinated team and smoothly working together, while standing on a same spot, but in a completely different time.

poetry... just poetry!

6) Distressed God and his Happy Face just so we know: how long is it, since their reunion? Because I would swear that not even five minutes ago Loki was in state of complete panic, and look at him now:

Look at him smiling, enjoying view at struggling mobius 💚

few minutes with this man, and HE forgets all about his trauma and just vibing.

me too, Loki. Me too 🥲

btw, this thing over here?!!!!

7) bickering, like married couple, part 1

8) "Mobius if I don´t make it back" and "You´ll make it back". What was it, what where you about to say Loki? It sounded important! next time TALK FASTER!

9) Mobius risking his life SKIN for loki and refusing to give up on him.

10) Loki saves Mobius in an epic fashion and they end up in a hug: also they roll around the floor together

I mean... this whole scene was absolute TOP! So yeah. That was a first episode. before the premiere I was litteraly hoping, that I will see our Loki and our Mobius together at least ONCE, before first end credits. I actually couldn´t believe my own eyes, holy shit!

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Strawberries and Cream

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Reader

Word count: LITERALLY 8K

Masterlist

Notes: Why am I obsessed with the idea of Eddie dancing with reader to “My boo” like I heard it for da first time in a MINUTE and I was like FISJDJSJSKSNSKS and immediately wrote this so you know what good work me. I’m back like six days later (not really) and I want the song to be “Don’t get much better”, you know the one from the fast movies? So you know what YOU DECIDE WHAT YOU WANT IT TO BE

Episode 3: Why You so Obsessed with Me?

Waking up to you the next morning is nice. Eddie stretches carefully trying not to jostle you too much. He’s got a long shift coming up and he just wants to enjoy this little moment with you as long as he can. He runs his fingers down your bare arm, biting his lip at the way you shiver and snuggle deeper into his side 

He kisses your head gently, burying his nose in your hair. You smell like strawberries, vanilla… and he could lose his mind over the way you smell just the slightest bit like him after spending all night in his arms. 

He watches the way your back falls slightly as you breathe, revels in the soft breaths on his chest. Even the occasional cute little noises you make. God this is nice, too nice. He can already feel in…places the way you’re making him feel right now. He turns a bit awkwardly, trying to shift his hips away from you… but your body follows his, your leg coming up and laying over his torso 

“Well shit,” he says quietly, his heart starting to beat faster in his chest. He can feel every part of you, every part. He starts to sweat a little. He shouldn’t be thinking about you like this. How easy it would be to just push you back down and wake you up with his head between your legs. Or how he could just hear your soft moans as he woke you up with something else between your legs. 

These thoughts are not helping his situation in the least. He starts to think about other things, anything to make it go away. Lacrosse? he doesn’t know anything about Lacrosse. Basketball? He likes basketball… and you know what? why do men always think about sports? Why not like baking a cake or like the latest episode of Pasión de Gavilanes?

“Eddie?” Your voice is soft and sleepy as he looks down at you, your chin on his chest 

“Hey sugar cube,” he says softly, running his fingers over your hair “Sleep okay?” 

You nod at him, but your cheeks are flushed… Pasión de Gavilanes did not help in time. 

“U-um yeah… it was nice. You’re uh, pretty warm you know. Very snuggly” you’re awkwardly rambling as he finally shifts, reluctantly pulling away from you 

“I-I’m sorry about that” He apologizes sheepishly and you bite your lip 

“N-no it’s uh- it’s n-natural! You know you can’t… help that.” 

He groans loudly into your shoulder and you can’t help but burst into giggles 

“You’re making it like ten times worse oh my god. It’s “natural”?! Really??” 

You’re wheezing laughing now as he keeps whining, hiding his face in your shoulder

“It is! I thought it would make you feel better!”

“You sound like a mom!” He rolls away from you and you cover your face, trying to stifle your laughing. He whacks you over the head with a pillow and you gasp loudly. 

“Oh, you wanna go there?! Let’s go!” You take the other pillow from his bed and attack him immediately. There is nothing cute about the way you two are whacking each other in an all-out war. You eventually tackle Eddie over, straddling his hips and beating him over the head 

“Okay! Alright, alright I give!!” He holds his hands in front of his face, laughing hard. He yanks the pillow from your hand and tosses it away. 

“Sucker” he snickers as he holds your wrists in place. 

“You wanna play dirty? I’ll play dirty” you purr as you let your body settle on top of his, your hot core brushing up against his cock. You grind down against him, and he gasps, his hands flying down to your hips to steady you 

“That’s- fuck, Y/N.” He moans it, he actually moans and even if he wasn’t holding you steady you would have frozen anyway. He holds your hips there, and you can practically feel your heartbeat between your legs, egging you to do it again. If only  to hear that sweet sound again 

His alarm breaks the stare off and you scramble off of him. He sits up and grabs his phone, turning off the alarm.

“I- I have to go get ready” 

“I’m gonna go make breakfast!” 

“Okay”

“Okay!”

Eddie gets out of bed quickly, practically running to the bathroom and you get off the bed, going back to the spare room to get changed. 

Breakfast is quiet as hell. You made eggs and toast with bacon. You’re sitting at the kitchen table when Eddie walks in, he pours himself a cup of coffee and comes over to the table where you’ve set a place for him. He sits down awkwardly, still gripping his cup

“I’m-“

“I’m-“

“Please, you first,” Eddie says, taking the strawberry preserves and smearing it on his toast 

“T-that was inappropriate” you sigh softly “I’m sorry about that” 

Eddie’s cheeks flush “I mean…No we were totally messing around it was a good… amount of inappropriate” he chuckles “You won…and had the tables been turned… I would have done the same”

He wiggles his eyebrows at you as he takes a bite of his toast and your head falls on the table in pure embarrassment. 

“I can’t believe I did that”

“Oh but it’s natural, “ he says with a shit-eating grin and you reach out, stabbing blindly with your fork. 

“Shut up!!” 

Eddie drops you off at Maddie’s house after breakfast, kissing you on the cheek before you leave. He arrives at work just a teeny bit late. Buck is already there and practically vibrating with energy. He doesn’t know how he does it, the man must run on energy drinks. He watches Buck sprint upstairs and chuckles to himself as he goes to settle in for the workday. 

“You’re not gonna tell her right?” Buck is talking to Hen and Bobby. He is making sure no one invites you to the picnic this weekend so Eddie has the chance to bring you as his date. He’s even extensively stressed this to Maddie not to let it slip. 

“For the last time,” Bobby groans, rubbing his hands over his face 

“No one- not a single damn person. Is going to invite Y/N to the picnic so Eddie can do it himself.

Buck sighs, flexing his fingers as he sits at the table. 

“Am I being sneaky? I’m being sneaky. What if he doesn’t ask her? What if he chickens out” 

“I’m 90% sure he’s going to ask her,” Hen says as she eats her lunch “I heard him talking to Chim about the picnic earlier” 

“We’ll make sure he does it, Buck don’t worry. You seem excited for them to be together. What's that about?” Bobby asks, getting himself a drink. 

“It’s… not that necessarily, I don’t know. I’m just really happy to see Eddie happy you know? And I’m really happy to see Y/N happy too. She’s been through it when it comes to her love life and I just… I know Eddie is the one for her… and I know she’s the one for him.”

“That’s a whole lotta knowing for you and not enough for them,” Bobby says, looking at Buck “Maybe you should just support them where you can and not shove them together, just let them grow for now”

“Even if they’re painfully oblivious to the fact that they’re falling for each other” Hen points with her fork. 

“Okay, but they are aren’t they?!” Buck flails “They’re clearly super into each other!” 

Hen laughs at him, shaking her head completely agreeing and Bobby rolls his eyes  

“Don’t encourage him”

“What do you mean, when you say she’s gone through it? Because damn have I had my fair share of trouble in dating maybe she and I could trade stories” Hen chuckles, she stops when she notices Buck seeming a bit uneasy 

“Buck?” She asks, and Bobby pays better attention now too. 

“Uh… well” He starts “It’s not my place to tell. It’s not. Just…know that she’s had it rough and I’d like to leave it at that. But she has had hilariously horrible first dates and I know she likes to talk about those! Just, be careful with it”

Hen looks at Buck solemnly and Bobby sighs, shaking his head. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring it up,” She says kindly and Buck leans down and hugs her, resting his head on hers. They know now how protective Buck can be, especially after what happened with Maddie. 

“Aw man, it’s okay, you couldn’t have known” he reassures her 

“If she ever needs to know, we’re here for her, no matter what,” Bobby tells him, patting him on the arm. 

You and Eddie don’t see each other for three days. It’s not that you didn’t want to it’s just that there was no time. You’re helping Maddie full-time with the nursery as her due date draws closer and closer, the boys are at work, it’s not like they can just take off. They’ve even got 24 hours today so you’re not going to see either of them. 

“So how long are you staying?” Maddie asks you as you’re hanging the mobile above the crib 

“I’m not sure… Buck says I can stay forever” You giggle, screwing in a piece to the ceiling  “but come on, he doesn’t want his cousin hanging around forever” 

“He loves you to death, I’m pretty sure he wants that” She smiles as she holds the ladder steady for you “Chim and I agreed there’s always space here for you too. We want you to stay in L.A honey… really.” 

“I can’t impose on you two, you’re married first of all. And second of all you’re about to have a baby Mads, I’ll just be in the way”

“Um more like a built-in babysitter” She jokes “Well…. What about with-“ 

“Don’t even say it. In fact! Don’t even think it” 

“You have no idea what I’m gonna say!!” Maddie’s mouth falls open in protest and you flick her off before screwing in another piece

“Eddie Diaz” is all you say and you can hear her laughing over the drill.

Maddie orders Chipotle for lunch, she sets it on the table and you sit down next to her, sinking into the chair

“Who knew putting together a nursery was so much work? Isn’t the stork supposed to be handling all of this? 

Maddie laughs and puts a fork in your bowl “Sorry, he just drops the baby off. Besides, it's been good for my “nesting” phase. I’ve made Chim change that room around at least seven times” 

“Well, we screwed in the mobile so you’re stuck with that placement at least” You tease her before digging into your bowl. She watches you eating for a moment, playing with her fork in her hands

“So I called Uncle Josh. Or at least I tried to, figured I haven’t talked to him since we were teenagers” 

You stop eating, freezing for a minute before lowering your fork 

“Oh?” 

A long time ago, the family kind of… dispersed so to say and you happened to move to the same state as “ Great Uncle Josh” which meant you definitely got the short end of the stick. When he got sick, you were met with “family is everything” and “family is all you have” and you were eventually forced to move in and take care of him. He was a miserable old man, who loved to make everyone else’s lives suck too. There wasn’t a day he wasn’t fighting with someone over something stupid. Not to mention fully ignoring his doctors. 

“Yeah his number was disconnected…thought that was weird.” 

“Yeah maybe he just didn’t pay the phone bill or something” you laugh awkwardly, shrugging your shoulders 

“Why are you here? Y/N. Not that I don’t want you here because I do. We want you here” 

“Uncle Josh died, and…left a mountain of bills that he just didn’t freaking want to pay? I guess? Figured his time was coming… they took everything. Maddie. And I got tasked with watching that miserable bastard because I was the only one who was left there. I swear I’m not trying to mooch off you guys I just wanted to be here with you! So… I packed up and here I am. It was a very… very long two years. 

It’s not that you weren’t going to tell them… it’s not much of a loss, no one really liked Uncle Josh. But it still feels like you’ve been lying this entire time anyway. It feels good to tell “the truth” at least. 

“So you’re staying here, like actually staying?” Maddie asks as if she hadn’t just heard anything else you’d said, she reaches out and squeezes your hand

“I- I don’t know, Maddie,” You tell her truthfully 

She takes her phone out, holding it up to her ear, and leans back in her chair. You stir your food around in your bowl, definitely having lost your appetite a bit 

“Hey babe… yeah everything’s okay with the baby don’t worry. Remember what we talked about? No- no..oh my god not that. The other thing is " she pushes your food towards you and nods, narrowing her eyes. 

“Yes Mother” you mumble as you start eating again. She sneaks away from the table for a moment and you’re left there just…thinking. It was good to finally get that off your chest but it still freaking sucked. Maddie comes back in with a wiggle in her hips and a pep in her step

“We’re done with the nursery today, you and I are going shopping,” She says excitedly. You look at her confused, squinting. 

“Oh? Do you need more stuff for the baby? I’m down” 

“Not for the baby- for you. You’re moving in with us!!”

“I’m sorry- what?!?!” Your mouth gapes wide open and she squeals 

“You’re moving in! We’ve already discussed this, we’ve even talked to Buck about it. So if you want to stay with him you can do that too. You’re absolutely not changing anyone’s mind on this so I don’t want to hear you fighting about it. This is all Buck and I have ever wanted, you’re staying” 

What the hell do you even say to that? A lot of problems have just been solved in one phone call. 

“Just don’t tell Eddie. I want to tell him” 

Sleep is for the weak, and you wish you were weak right now. No matter how much you toss and turn and fluff you just can’t get comfy in Buck’s bed, though it is better than a hotel bed. It’s just not your bed…or you know... someone else’s. 

You throw back the covers and stomp down the stairs to the kitchen, flipping on the lights. You’ve never been more grateful for your cousin's sweet tooth. He has everything you need for chocolate chip cookies. He even has good chocolate chips. You connect your phone to the speakers and turn on your DJ. He seems to be in a little mood tonight because tonight’s vibe is “Romance” cool. Just what you needed. 

You set to work making the cookie dough, Buck’s kitchen is beautiful and he should use it way more than he does. You watch the stand mixer cream the butter and sugar together, you wonder if Eddie likes chocolate chip cookies… you wonder if he likes baking or cooking. 

You carefully pour the flour in, dreaming about his arms around you, booping your nose and leaving a little floury fingerprint on it. You daydream about him way too much. He’s just a friend! 

Yeah sure. Just a friend. 

You shut off the machine and start scooping little balls onto the tray, you squish them down just a teeny bit and then put them in the oven. 

Walking over to Buck’s couch you flop down and start scrolling through Netflix. Bridgerton it is. 

Yawning, you stretch your limbs as the smell of cookies floods your senses. You drag yourself from the couch, rubbing your eyes as you walk over. Eddie is standing in the kitchen, taking them from the oven 

“Oh? Hey, I thought you had a 24-hour” you say as you walk up to him. He takes off the oven mitts and wraps his arms around your waist.

“I do, but I’m on break and I just needed to see you” He nuzzles his head into your neck before kissing it softly. He leaves wet open-mouthed kisses down your neck and across your collarbone. Your heart goes into overdrive, pounding out of your chest as he lifts you onto the counter to get a better angle. He pushes your thighs apart, standing between them before running his hands under your oversized shirt and pulling it off 

“Fuck, you’re beautiful” He breathes, before attacking your neck again 

“Oh god, Eddie” You moan his name, putting your hands on his thick biceps and feeling him up, your hands flow over his strong shoulders and he pulls his shirt off over his head 

“Say my name just like that baby I wanna hear it again, over and over while I’m pounding into your tight little cu-“

Your alarm for the cookies blares, jolting you awake. You toss your phone from hand to hand before dropping it to the floor. Simon is going to town with Daphne on screen. You groan loudly and swipe your phone off the floor, shutting off the alarm. 

“Thank you. Thank you, Simon, for that. Really” You flick the TV off sarcastically before going to the kitchen.

You let the cookies cool while you search for something to wear to the fire station. You just grab a random hoodie from the hall closet and zip it up over your pajamas. It smells oddly familiar. Eh, Buck must have just tried a new cologne. You pack up your bag and the cookies before shutting off the TV. 

“You don’t know how to ride a horse” You flick Simon off one more time before heading to the fire station. 

Once you get there you unzip the hoodie, it’s getting kinda hot. Plus no one will probably be around, just a quick in and out with a little note. 

“Hey…what’re you doing here?” 

It’s close to one in the morning, the station is pretty quiet as you walk in. 

“Couldn’t sleep… so I made cookies! They’re still warm, You should probably get them before Buck finds out” You giggle as Eddie walks next to you and takes the container from your hands. He gives you a once over, taking in the tiny sleep shorts, the low-cut tank top, and especially that hoodie. 

“Yeah, can’t keep anything sweet around the guy…” he starts up the stairs and you follow him 

“Is that my hoodie?” He asks as he walks over and sets the glass container, covered in little hearts down on the table. 

“What? No, I don't think so. It was in Buck’s hall closet” You say, looking at the fabric. He walks over, holding a cookie in his mouth, and pulls back the tag 

“Says Diaz” he smirks, taking a bite of the chocolaty goodness. His eyes roll back and he sighs dreamily, winking at you.

God if you could just see him do that in a different way entirely… 

“Oh- well, shit I’m sorry do you-“ you’re taking it off as you realize you were staring, he holds his hand up and finishes the cookie. 

“No, no. Keep it. You look good in it, I uh… I like it. Or whatever.”

Your cheeks flush and you shrug “Oh thanks… and you know also thanks? I’ll probably end up giving it back anyway. Probably. 

“You want me to spray it with cologne and give it back?” He teases and grabs another cookie 

“Oh yeah, totally that’s exactly what I want,” you say sarcastically as he hands you one. He walks over and tugs at the hoodie, pulling it from your body before going downstairs. You follow after him curiously, nervously nibbling your cookie. He hands you the cookie he was eating and takes out his cologne from his locker, taking a few steps back he sprays it down and shakes it out before putting his cologne back down in his locker and shutting it. 

“One Eddie Diaz special for the lady,” he says, helping you back into the hoodie before taking his cookie back. 

You can’t help the way you gather it up in your hands, inhaling softly. God it’s so overwhelming and warm, it makes you feel safe and kind of sleepy now. You look up at him, he’s leaning against the lockers watching you. 

“I say thanks a lot” your voice is muffled by the hoodie 

“I know you mean it,” He says, his eyes trailing down your body. He steps closer, the way he towers over you is delicious. 

“You look tired now,” He says, cupping your face in his hands “Can you get home okay?” 

“I-I’ll be o-“ you yawn before you can even finish the sentence and he smirks, bringing you into his chest. 

“Wanna try that again?” 

“I’ll be okay” You sigh softly against his chest, your eyes closing slowly. 

“You know it’s my job to keep you off the road right?” You feel his arm come under your legs and he scoops you up. That jolts you awake and you look up at him 

“H-hey! Put me down! My ass is way too-“

“Don’t even start with that” He cuts you off, carrying you back to the sleeping quarters “In case you forgot, I carried your ass to safety at the zoo? So just shut up and accept it”

“So just shut up and accept it” you mock him, your voice high-pitched 

“I could have made you walk you know” He sets you down and pulls the blanket back on his bed. He nods to you and you roll your eyes at him before getting in. He tucks you in just like he had before and kisses your forehead 

“I totally shouldn’t be doing this and Bobby is going to kill me but sleep tight okay? Just long enough to make it home. Or when our shift ends and I can drive you, whichever comes first”

“Okay... Thanks, Eddie” You frown and he snickers, rubbing your side gently. He sits on the edge of the bed like he’s going to stay there until you fall asleep

“Anything for you sugar cube”

You’re startled awake by alarms blaring, you sit upright when Eddie pokes his head in the room “Stay here until I get back, I’ll take you home. Go back to sleep” It’s fast, just as he was running past to get to his stuff. But he still took the time to do it and that’s sweet. You shrug, turning over and curling up back under the blanket. 

Unsurprisingly Buck is the last one in as they pull out and he gets scolded and teased for it. He rolls his eyes and turns to Eddie 

“Did I see my jeep here?” Buck asks as he buckles in 

“Yeah, Y/N came to drop off cookies and said she couldn’t sleep” Eddie checks over his gear 

“Oh? She didn’t text me to say she was coming” he frowns a little, Chim turns around in his seat to listen to the conversation 

“Maybe she didn’t think we’d be there,” He tells Buck 

“Yeah I don’t think she did, I think she was just planning on leaving fast” Eddie mumbles, distracted by fixing his gloves 

“Well don’t you know so much” Buck narrows his eyes and Eddie finally looks up from what he is doing

“I ran into her” he holds his hands up in defense “That’s all” 

“I’m pretty sure you’ve spent more time with my cousin than I have” He sighs, letting his head fall back on the wall behind him. Eddie feels…sort of bad when he says that. He didn’t mean to monopolize all of her time, he didn’t even realize he was. 

“Why didn’t you say something?” Hen asks, just as interested as Chim is 

“Because I didn’t realize until now how little time I’ve spent with her. Even Maddie has had time with her. And like, I don’t want to cut in on your time Eddie you two are clearly hitting it off”

Eddie’s cheeks flush, he laughs awkwardly and shakes his head “No man come on we’re, we’re just hanging out. I don’t think she knows how long she’s staying for anyway. I can cool it with her”

“No. No god, no don’t do that! I’m not cockblocking her, just let me take her home and spend today with her” Buck offers

“Okay first of all there’s no cock to block” Eddie laughs that off, and he’s convincing no one. “Second of all, yeah man sure. And I’m sorry you have to ask for time with your cousin, I promise we’ll both be more mindful of that” 

Bobby, who’s been quiet through most of this looks in the mirror at them 

“You know it wouldn’t be a bad thing if you two were hitting it off right? It would be okay if you were falling for someone” 

“We just want you happy man,” Chim says as he turns back around 

“And she seems like a really great girl” Hen adds 

“Okay, can we stop discussing my love life?” Eddie groans and Buck perks up 

“Scratch that, my lack of a love life because we’re just friends” He pointedly tells them and Buck rolls his eyes

“Yeah. Sure. Friends.”

The call is a relatively short one, just a false alarm in a building. The truck rolls into the station, hissing as they turn it off. Chim gets out and pulls Buck aside 

“Let Eddie take her home” 

Buck frowns as he takes off his gear “What? Why?” 

“Because she can tell Eddie she’s staying??” He says it like it’s obvious. Buck stops for a minute, putting his hat away

“Oh yeahhh she can, can’t she?” He nodded slowly. “But I still get her for the rest of the day!” 

Chim rolls his eyes “Yeah sure, go tell him!” 

Buck makes up a completely bullshit excuse as to why he can’t bring you home, Eddie gives him a weird look but just goes along with it anyway. At least he gets to spend time with you. He comes into the sleeping quarters and you’re snuggled up in his bed, snoring softly. He rubs your side, squeezing softly 

“Hey pretty girl,” he says softly as your eyes flutter open. You feel the butterflies in your stomach as he leans over you 

“Are you ready to head home? I’ll take you to Buck’s place. He’s demanding to spend the whole day with you after he gets some sleep” 

You giggle and push up from the bed, stretching your body“Sounds good to me”

Eddie takes your hand as he leads you out to his car, you swing your hands together, enjoying the soft early morning.

“So um- there’s something I wanted to tell you” 

“Yeah? what’s that?” He asks as he opens the car door for you. You get in and he leans against the open door 

“Um. I- well” you say shyly “I’m staying in L.A. at Maddie and Chim’s place”

His mouth drops open in surprise and he reaches out for you, yanking you against his chest, you squeak and wrap your arms around his neck quickly 

“Oh my god, you’re staying?? Seriously?!” He pulls you from the car, spinning in a circle and you laugh while holding onto him tightly

“Oh my god- does Buck know?? He’s gonna lose his mind” He sets you down, his hands firmly on your hips now, squeezing them. His hands are always on your hips when he holds you, they’re one of his favorite things about you, to be honest

“Yeah he knows, he’s trying to convince me to move in with him instead” You giggle as your hands stay clasped around his neck, you’re on your toes a bit 

“Well add me to that list” He nuzzles your neck before lifting you and putting you in the car. He shuts the door and comes around, getting in himself

“I won’t pester you, but I mean it. My door is open and that’s all I’ll say about that” 

She’s everything to him, He’s watching her dancing, her hands flowing down her body, her body moving fluidly to the song. He can’t take his eyes off her and maybe he’s just the littlest bit obsessed with her…but after she had slept over that night he couldn’t help it.

He was delusional and he knew it.

“You’re staring again,” Buck says while licking his ice cream. This was the fourth time he had to break Eddie out of a death stare. 

Inviting you to station 118’s picnic was a great idea until the probies thought you were just as enticing as he did. He watched you dance (completely innocently) with a couple of them and it drove him crazy. The way their hands would slip down just a bit too low, which you know what? Why were their hands even on you in the first place? Who gave them permission to touch what was his 

Or you know, kind of his… friend? His. 

He was a bit nervous to invite you in the first place, would you think it was a date? Would you want it to be a date?? Did he want it to be a date? The text conversation was so easy and he’d read it over and over way too many times

Triple C: Hey are you doing anything this weekend?

Sugar cube: I mean I have nothing to do ever, so no, I’m not what’s up?

Triple C: 118s picnic is this weekend. Do you want to go with me? I mean like I can pick you up or you can just ride with Buck if you’d rather not go with me. 

Sugar cube: There’s a picnic?? Of course, I’ll go with you ❤️ what time did you want to come get me? 

That little heart had him kicking his feet for days

Triple C: If you want to help set up, around 10 am? If not probably at like 2

Sugar cube: 10 am sounds good to me, what should I wear? 

Triple C: Anything you’re comfortable in ❤️❤️ it’s not like it’s anything fancy lol 

Was two hearts a bit much? He doesn't know but it felt right in the moment. He was just being reassuring! That’s all! Nice and reassuring. 

Sugar cube: I’ll ask Buck to help me pick something lmao. See you later bestie ❤️

Eddie looked back at you again and he knew Buck had a hand in the way you were dressed. That stupid crop top had been bothering him, the way it showed off your midriff. Something he just wanted to run his tongue down. Those stupid shorts… with the stupid rips and the stupid red bandanna tying your hair back. Even the flannel tied around your waist was stupid. You looked good dressed like that and he liked it. God did he like it. 

“Fuck this,” Eddie says, knocking back his lemonade before tossing the cup at Buck. He comes up behind you just as the next song starts playing, his hands find their way to your hips and you laugh lightly, knowing exactly who those hands belong to. He runs his hands up your sides and takes your hands, putting them around his neck. He holds you to him, his face buried in your neck as he sings the song to you, and goddamn if that isn’t a power move, because you are his boo. Buck is frantically snapping pictures of the two of you, because he’s not stupid, you get those pics for your bestie. 

“Keep it PG, Diaz” Bobby warns as he dances by with Athena. She gives you a knowing wink and you feel your cheeks flush. Eddie squeezes your waist as you giggle and put your hands over his 

“Got it Cap” He blushes against your neck and pulls away, taking your hand and leading you over to the picnic tables. He sits down and pulls you in between his legs making you sit on his thigh 

“Are you having a nice time?” He asks as he wraps his arms around your waist 

“Yeah actually! This is a lot of fun! Thanks for inviting me” You lay your head on his shoulder and smile into his neck. Buck is standing behind a tree, getting this picture too. Eddie rolls his eyes and flicks him off but he feels his pocket buzz, knowing he just sent him the pictures 

“Yeah, no problem… I’m kind of surprised Buck and Maddie didn’t say anything” He leans against the table holding onto you. 

“Yeah I know, Maddie has been so busy with the nursery that I think she just forgot. And Buck’s an idiot so-“ 

Eddie laughs, you can feel his chest vibrating as he pulls you closer 

“Are we mean to him?” He chuckles and you shake your head 

“Nah. Especially since I think he’s been “sneaking” around taking pictures of us together all afternoon” 

“Oh has he? I hadn’t noticed” Eddie jokes, taking your legs and putting them over his other leg so you’re sitting properly in his lap. 

“Didn’t Cap say keep it PG?” You taunt him, wiggling your eyebrows 

“I think you can sit in my lap” he rolls his eyes playfully “Unless you’re planning on making this not PG we should be fine… though I wouldn’t be opposed to that” 

Your cheeks flush and you scoff “I am the picture of innocence, you’re the one who decided to get all handsy when we were dancing” 

“Handsy? You call that handsy? I’ll show you handsy” He looks around for a second before his hands slide over your bare midriff, his fingers flowing up under your shirt towards your chest. Your face immediately flushes as his fingertips brush over your bra. Your body starts feeling hot and not just from the sun.

Suddenly you’re ripped from his lap and Buck is yanking you towards the ice cream truck “Cap is coming, Cap is coming!!” He says as you stumble behind him. 

Bobby plops down on the bench next to Eddie, a beer in hand. He sighs, stretching his legs out in front of him and propping his elbows back on the table. 

“So how are things with Y/N”

Eddie shrugs and blushes from totally being caught. How are things with you? If things were a thing and that thing?? Meant some…thing 

“Good” he decides “They’re good, I’m happy to have a new friend you know? And she’s a fun girl to be around and she just- makes me happy”

God Eddie could gush about you for hours, his cheeks practically hurt from how much he’s smiling. How much he’s always smiling when you’re around or when it comes to you. Bobby looks him over, a knowing smirk on his face 

“I’m not going to try and convince you to ask her out, you’ve got enough of that from literally everyone. But it’s really good to see you smiling like that these days… I’m glad you’re happy Eddie”

Bobby pats Eddie on the knee before getting up “Just watch those hands or you’ll be using them for dish duty for the next two months”

The after-party is at Bobby and Athena’s house. It’s a quiet, intimate affair. The fire fam is there… their significant others… and you. You’re sitting back in Eddie’s lap, he’s got a beer in his hand and one arm around your waist. You’re laughing at some story Hen is telling about the boys and Eddie…he’s watching you. Your smile is so pretty honestly, your eyes shining with tears as you laugh hard. Your body is shaking in his arms and he holds you just a bit tighter so you don’t fall off his lap. 

You wipe your eyes, wheezing and giggling as you fully lean into Eddie, trying to catch your breath

“You guys are wild” You’re still giggling as he finishes his beer

“You laugh all you want, but Buck’s got stories on you I’m sure he’d just love to share”

Buck perks up from his seat, he’d been slowly slouching more and more as he got sleepier “Oh have I got stories. Have I ever told you about the time Y/N peed her pants at a concert??” 

Your mouth drops wide open and you scramble up from Eddie’s lap “Evan Buckley you promised we’d never speak of that!!” 

Everyone is kind of tipsy at this point as you stumble over to Buck and slap your hands over his mouth. He licks all over your palm and you squeal, yanking your hand away

“Oh my god! You’re disgusting!” You yell at him and he laughs pulling you into a bone-crushing hug 

“Oh you don’t mean that baby cakes” he’s squeezing you more “Go get me another soda and I promise I won’t tell!” You whine and get up from him, ripping yourself from his grip. 

“Fine, but I swear to god if you tell I’m going to bury you” You squint your eyes, doing a little “I’m watching you” motion before backing slowly into the kitchen. 

You’re wiggling your hips and humming a little song as you rifle through the cooler on the floor when a voice breaks your concentration. You jump and spin around, looking up at Athena. 

“Looking for something in particular?” 

“Yeah Buck just asked me to get him a Fanta” You stutter a little, standing up and brushing off your knees 

“I’m pretty sure he drank the last of them like an hour ago” She chuckles as she looks in the fridge 

“So, you’re uh- Eddie’s girl huh?” She asks casually, pretending to look through the other cooler on the floor 

Your cheeks flush deeply and you wave your hands “N-no nooo. No, I’m not- I’m not his girl we’re just friends!” 

“Just friends?” Athena looks up at you, her eyebrow raised 

“I don’t sit on my friend's laps like that, or dance with them like that” 

“I- I swear we’re just friends,” You tell her, wringing your hands. 

“Kinda sounds like I’m not the one you’re trying to convince” She stands up, handing you the last orange Fanta 

“Life is too short to deny yourself the simple pleasure of loving, sweetheart. And besides…Eddie’s girl has a little ring to it doesn’t it?” 

You could deny it up and down, left and right, side to side- whatever.  But… it does sound just a teeny bit nice. Maybe. You bite your lip, taking the drink. You know there’s no bullshitting this woman. She invented it. 

“Yeah, it kinda does”

You walk back into the living room and toss the can at Buck, he yelps and catches it, flicking you off before opening it.

“Hey, you ready to head out?” Eddie asks you, walking up to you and nuzzling your neck, you feel your cheeks flush. 

“Yeah I think so”

You say your goodbyes and he takes your hand, leading you to his vehicle and helping you in. 

“Hey, you wanna go somewhere real quick?” He asks as he starts up the car, you perk up a bit now

“Sure! Where did you have in mind?”

Buck is right, Eddie can’t drive for shit. But it’s fun the way he speeds and jerks the car occasionally, the way you’re bouncing in the seat as you go over bumps, your laughs filling the air as he turns the radio up. You feel like teenagers again, like you’re ready to do something stupid and run away laughing. He pulls up to the beach, or rather down the road from the beach, in a bit of a hidden spot. You can’t see the car from the road. He pulls you from the car and hurries down to the beach with you. You’re both stumbling over branches and laughing as he almost eats shit and slips through the bushes. You finally come out at the beach, it’s nothing but ocean and sand for miles

“Oh my god…” you gasp softly, it’s the first time you’ve ever seen it. You walk forward, pulling your sandals off and carrying them in one hand, tugging him with the other “Eddie look! It’s the ocean!” You squeal as you run up to it. He lets go of your hand and you run right into it letting the freezing water wash up to your thighs. You scream and run back up the beach, tossing your shoes down. He laughs at you, tossing his down too as he picks you up, throwing you into the ocean and falling into it with you. The waves wash you back up onto the shore and he pulls you into him, pulling you further back on the beach and holding onto you tightly so you don’t get swept too far out.

Eddie falls into the sand, making you fall with him. You roll over away from him and lay there, staring up at the stars, panting heavily. 

“This is the coolest thing I’ve ever done,” you tell him, giggling wildly

“Really?” He’s panting just as heavily “I thought the tiger breaking out was the coolest” 

“Guess it’s a good thing I’m staying in L.A, cool things keep happening” Your teeth are chattering now but you’re still smiling as you feel the sand under your body. Your senses are overwhelmed by the beach, the sky… Eddie. You look over at him again, he’s staring at the sky, and he’s pretty when he does. He’s your own Greek God, he finally looks over at you, a shy smile on his face. 

“Are we gonna kiss?” He asks, his hand finding yours in the sand 

“I don’t know” You admit, squeezing his hand nervously 

“Do you want to?” 

“I mean…y-yeah kinda. Do you?” It sounds so juvenile the way you’re asking each other like this, but you’re both just so…shy right now. 

“Yeah. Have for a while now actually” 

You can barely hear his voice over the ocean, the water lapping at your toes. But you hear it enough and you know…

You sit up and look at him, he sits up and scoots closer to you, your thigh against his. Your teeth are still chattering 

“So…?” 

You say softly, he looks you over, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. He lays his forehead against yours, your noses touching, his breath mingling with yours. His head tilts and he nuzzles against you

“Your lips are blue” He whispers with a chuckle at the end of his sentence.

“So warm them up,” You tell him, your lips are practically ghosting over his you’re both so close.

“I need to get you home before you freeze to death” He pulls away, getting up and taking your hands, pulling you up with him. He bends down and grabs the shoes, leading you back to the car. It’s quiet the whole way back, you’re not saying a single word. Why didn’t he do it? Did he not want to anymore? He just said 10 seconds ago he wanted to. You get in and he blasts the heat, waiting for a bit for you to stop chattering. He pulls off his shirt and tosses it on the floor in the back 

“Come on, you too,” He says, tugging on the hem of your shirt. You do as he says, tossing it in the back with his shirt. He watches you as you turn towards the window, not wanting him to see the little tear that slides down your face 

“Y/N?…come on look at me..” His voice is soft as he reaches over and turns your face back towards him. He frowns at the little tears in your eyes. He wipes one away gently, looking into your eyes before leaning over and connecting his lips with yours. He holds your chin gently as he kisses you, he gives your lip a little bite and you squeak, making the perfect space for his tongue to slide in against your own. He kisses you passionately, thoroughly enjoying the little sounds you’re making. 

He pulls away and you whimper“You should take your shorts off” he pants, his body hot as it leans into yours. 

“I swear I’m not being a perv, your shorts are soaked too.” 

He chuckles as he kisses you again, you gasp softly against his lips as he lifts your hips, helping you out of them. He tosses them in the backseat and his hands go right to your bare hips, feeling your soft skin as he pulls you across the car and into his lap.

Your hands reach down and start to fumble with his belt buckle. He pulls it off with one hand and you sit back for a second 

“Well damn, that was impressive,” you say and he bites his bottom lip, snickering 

“I’m gonna be so real with you I learned that from TikTok” 

You both laugh as he shimmies out of his pants, it’s graceless and he’ll be honest a little embarrassing but he tosses them away anyway. You settle in his lap properly, your hands on his neck as you kiss him again. 

“You feel good,” he says against your lips as his hands travel up your sides, squeezing you and touching you 

“Yeah, 'cause I know what lotion is” You sass him, pulling his head back gently by his hair as you start to kiss down his jaw. He moans softly, adjusting his hold on you. You can feel the way he very slowly moves your hips, just to tease you a little, show you what could absolutely be yours if you ever just asked…

“Why didn’t you kiss me on the beach?” You ask, looking into his eyes before falling back into your seat. Your heart is pounding in your ears, and as much as you desperately want to continue, both of you know you shouldn’t. 

“I needed to get you back to the car. You were turning blue I thought it was pretty evident” He sasses you now, laughing at your mouth dropping open. 

“Eddie Diaz! I know your ass did not go all medical on me!” You scold him, punching him in the arm. He groans and holds his arm, rubbing at it 

“I’m sorry! That was my first priority!” 

“You literally were centimeters from kissing me, Eddie!!!” You go to punch him again and he catches your wrist, kissing you again. 

“I’m a firefighter Y/N. Your safety is my number one priority” he mumbles against your lips, he slowly puts your hand down on his shoulder and you slide it across his body and tug on the back of his hair, pushing his lips against yours more firmly. It’s a heated kiss, one that flows through your very being down to your toes. They curl in pleasure, matching the way that tight coil keeps wrapping itself round and round in your gut. 

Eddie’s hands slide down over your ass, squeezing it lightly before patting it and pulling you right back into his lap. He pulls away breathlessly and you can feel him between your legs. You settle down on him for a moment, letting him feel how soaked your core is, and how the way he played with you made you feel. You nuzzle into his neck, kissing it softly before finally climbing out of his lap and flopping down into your seat once again.

“You gonna tell me friends kiss like this too?” His voice is haughty as you’re fixing your hair up in the mirror. He’s panting softly, his eyes full of desire for you. 

“Maybe they do” You flick him off playfully, looking at him through the mirror, your eyes just as dark and lustful. 

“Uh huh, I bet. So…friends? Right? We’re still on the same page” He grabs your hand, kissing your middle finger. The way he says it. You both know “friends” is just a stupid word now. 

“Yeah, yeah, We’re on the same page” You blush at him, a silly grin on your face.

[befuddledcinnamonroll]

Kidnap time!

No shade to artists who like being in branded pairs, but I am so happy that we get to see Ohm with a new partner. My ultimate goal is to see every GMMTV artist kiss every other GMMTV artist, and I appreciate both Ohm and Gawin being devoted to the cause.

Ok, I am very much a go-with-the-flow person for stories, but the idea this man would be relegated to stand-in is hilarious to me. (I felt that way about Poom as well. They don't even try to make them look not utterly gorgeous).

Poor Title - I pretty much have a Pavlovian response to him showing up on screen these days. Trouble incoming.

Oh no, this title sequence is already giving me big feels.

Ripping each others clothes off at first meeting, nice.

Ooh, we already have murder & corruption. Drama! (Also Deputy Commander is hot).

Two important questions, 1) how does Papang get hotter every time I see him, and 2) when is GMMTV going to give him a lead role dammit?!!!

Oh yeah, super inconspicuous.

James is so casual about all this - how long has he been doing this kind of work?

Leng is doing such a good job. We don't know his character well yet, but there is a lot bubbling under the surface.

Ok, am I the only one who thinks the plan was always for Q to be killed, and James just set Min up to be the one to have to do it? If you're kidnapping someone, there is a lot of planning involved - you have to set up a place to keep them, a way to communicate the demands, etc... so to just suddenly change the plan to death feels sus to me.

Wait, is this all in the next episode? If so, this show is going to move way faster than I expected...

Sum up - great first episode, enjoying the OhmLeng pairing, and menacing Papang may kill me but I will enjoy it.

[asheurbanipal]

'Cause I don't want to leave the comfort of this place

on Ao3

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Summary:

As their relationship moves forward, Logan and Wade start to see what being together actually looks like. Wade has a brain that doesn't work correctly. Logan is still dealing with the trauma of his previous existence. And in the middle is something new that neither quite know what to do with.

Deadpool/Wolverine

Explicit

Words: 8629

One-shot in series

Content: angst, talk of memory loss, baby in danger!, hand stuff, hand stuff while driving, dad vibes, sex jokes

"Wade, how can I put this delicately…" 

"Why the hell are you here for breakfast, again?" 

Logan choked on his bite of eggs. Hank's attempts at the aforementioned delicacy were completely obliterated by Scott's irritation. He tried to swallow faster to answer.

"Man needs a hearty meal after getting ruthlessly fucked all night," Wade answered. From beside him, Wade reached his foot over and wove it around Logan's ankle. 

"Please don't be so crass in the manor," Hank admonished, returning to his toast. Scott rolled his eyes behind his glasses. They had sense enough to not take Wade at literal face value and snap at the bait, but he wasn't exactly lying. Logan wasn't quite sure where their perception of his and Wade's relationship had landed. No one talked about that kind of shit like adults in this goddamn place. He hadn't realized how annoying that was until he had some distance from it.

"We were running drills in the Danger Room." Logan tapped his fork to his plate nonchalantly. "We run it hard, and it's two hours back to his place. I didn't think it was a big deal for him to crash in my room, instead." 

Another technical truth. Between the Void and that stupid robot thing upstate, he could feel the way his body had slowed down from disuse. If he was going to keep up in this timeline, he needed to get back in fighting shape. He had finally just taken up the offer of private simulation time. Throwing Deadpool into the mix just made it more interesting and upped the difficulty. 

What the simulation computer data logs wouldn't show, though, is that after a couple hours of nighttime training, they were both so amped up the only way to reign it in was to go back to Logan's room and put their dicks in each other in various fashions. They almost didn't make it back to Logan's room one time before he remembered the simulation chamber had very good cameras. 

"If it's a matter of food stock…" Logan offered vaguely.

"No, it's fine." Scott waved him off, but he was still agitated.

"What's up, Cy-boy? Did-wait-" Wade leaned over. He didn't have to come far, his chair already practically touching Logan's.

"What's the Jean situation, right now?" he whispered way too fucking loud.

 "It's complicated," Logan responded with a small nod.

 "Then I'll check the Wiki before I come back to that one. Don't want to insult a grieving maybe-widower."

"I admire your restraint," Scott chuffed then pushed back from the table, standing. "Don't let him out of your sight while he's in the manor." He sauntered through the arch toward the parlor. 

"I hadn't planned on it." Logan lifted his eyebrows at the space where Scott had just been. 

"If you're really in that much need, I'm happy to train with you, Logan." Storm had been quiet, holding her coffee mug with two hands as she sipped it. She kept looking at him softly. From his Storm it would have been affection. From this one it felt like pity.

Logan shook his head, dipping it back to his plate as casually as he could.

"No, I've been overdoing it. Wade already got on me last night about it."

"Multiple times," Wade added. His foot was still hooked around Logan's, and he pulled it a little closer under the table. He was in slippers, so it wasn't exactly a graceful action.

"If you want me to be able to do more cohesive teamwork, I am going to need to start being pulled for team training. Otherwise I'm not gonna be any good to you." Logan tapped very sharply on the plate. 

"Let me talk to everyone about it," Storm said softly, nodding. They'd been doing that. Saying they'd all "talk" about it, meanwhile no one would talk to him directly.

"Can I borrow one of the cars again? To take Wade back. He's got a job to prep for." Logan lifted Wade's foot where it rested on top of his, ignoring the way the rest of the table briefly flicked away from mention of Wade's return to his old vocation. Not like he could work at CarMax, anymore, and if he was going to wear the suit again, might as well slip back into the merc life. 

"Let me see what's available," Hank nodded. Which was code for "what we're willing to part with on the chance that something goes horrifically wrong." They'd all heard about the mini-van incident. Somehow…

He glanced at Wade. 

"Thanks," he said.

"When are you gonna be back?" Laura appeared in the same arch of doorway that Scott had left through, eating an apple off one of her claws. The kid had settled in quickly, blending with the younger cohort. Some of them knew her story, some of them didn't. Either way, she had gone through the standard new student fare. Get through the initial hazing, then she was part of the crowd. 

She was certainly more at home than he was. 

His first week back in the mansion, he had hovered at a distance, unexpected fatherly affection pulling him into a wide orbit around her. He also didn't know this younger generation of mutants. They were their own people to him, not sickly mirrors of the people he once knew. That made them easier to be around.

But he was an old man, and Laura needed the space. Deserved the space. Deserved to be just a kid. 

She continued to wait for his answer as he considered his day. He half-glanced at Wade, but he was focusing intensely on his bagel with strawberry cream cheese. 

"If not by dinner, then right after. Take Wade back. Run a couple errands. Then back here." The errands were making sure Wade had food in the fridge, Althea hadn't OD'd, and filling up the coin jar with quarters for the laundromat. Maybe vacuum and mop. Take Puppins for a walk and check her treat stash. They must have functioned before he showed up, but he wasn't sure how.

If there was time, there'd also be some making out on the couch at minimum. How much farther that got would depend on Wade's timeframe. 

"You askin' for a specific reason?" Logan raised an eyebrow at her. 

"Because I also need to do some training, and you're the only one I can go all out on, right now. But you've been...busy." The next bit of apple crunched loudly. The first emotion the broiled up was anger. He didn't know where it came from and it wasn't useful, so he breathed through it. That's what the on-staff therapist recommended. 

"I apologize for not being available. But in the future, please tell me if there's something you need from me. Open communication and…stuff." Logan replayed the words in his head to make sure he had crafted them okay. Good enough. He was getting a little better at it.

"Now that is some beautiful therapy speak. You should weaponize that, kitten whiskers." Wade poked him in the cheek. 

"If you actually went to your appointments…"

"Uh-unh, that's not an 'I feel' statement." 

"I feel like I'm gonna kick your ass in a minute." Logan kicked Wade's foot under the table with a grin. 

 "I feel you use violence to mask your overwhelming urge to suck my cock."

"WADE, THIS IS A PLACE OF LEARNING!" Hank interjected. 

"I feel like you're both stupid as fuck," Laura finished. "But I guess that just means you're made for each other." She took another bite of apple. "I'll see you tonight, Logan."

"Bye, kid." But she was already turning the corner of the wall. 

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Everything was light and bright and fluffy and yellow colored. He couldn't remember the last time he felt good . Genuinely. Whatever memory that might have been was now just a fuzzy gray space. He hated when that happened. 

Cold as fuck down here, Christ. Which is me, I guess. I wonder if that's blasphemy. 

"You were quieter than usual at breakfast." Logan tapped his fingers to Wade's palm as they moved through one of the basement hallways toward the motor pool. "Fucking weird, honestly." Wade dipped his hand into Logan's and curled their fingers together.

"I was just thinking about stuff."

"Thinking? Dangerous." 

"Surprise myself with that sometimes, too." Wade swung their arms in the space between them dramatically. "Just…I don't know…thinking about the job tonight, I guess? Then some other stuff."

"Something you need to talk about? Work through your feelings?"

"Ew no. Gross. It's more like…hm…" 

Fuck. 

Keep being told to think before I speak, and the first time I do it, it doesn't work. I spent all of breakfast putting the words together, and now they're all garbled. Shoulda written it down. Wish I could write. 

"You ever feel lost?" Wade asked. Logan stopped cold in the hallway. 

"Babe," Logan  murmured. Then he did this thing that Wade knew was going in the spank bank immediately. He slammed Wade back against the wall, metal cold on his spine. Logan pressed up tight against him, hip to hip, giving him an immediate hard-on. Logan's hands slipped around his waist. 

"My life is just one long sequence of feeling lost with short periods of knowing what I'm doing. So…kind of an expert." Logan pressed his lips to Wade, and Wade dragged him in in response, deepening the kiss. 

I love this.

I hate this.

I hate that I love this.

Fuck these fucking stupid fuck-ass emotions.  

Falling in love with Vanessa had been from before The Cancer. Before The Healing Factor. Wade knew how to do all that shit, knew how to put his boyish charm and adult-ish mouth to work. From what he had learned since coming back from the Void, other versions of Deadpool had mixed but overall successful amorous experiences, too. This particular Deadpool was drowning.  

Logan pulled away but not before pressing a few small kisses along Wade's jaw and cheek. 

"Anything I can do to help?" Logan squeezed him around the waist a little tighter, dropping his hands a little lower to rest on the top of his hips. 

"Make me an X-Man so I have a salaried position?" Wade offered.

"You're not a full-on mutant. Also…I don't have control over that even if you were." The words went up at the end like a question. It was so fucking cute. 

"Alright then maybe just this, for now." Wade leaned down, pressed his face into Logan's chest, then motorboated the shit out of his pecs for about forty-five seconds. He stayed there, pressing his nose into Logan's shirt and breathing him in. 

Oh yeah, that's a thousand times better, already. 

"You're lucky you're cute." Logan kissed Wade on the top of the head and brought his arms around Wade's back, squeezing him tighter. 

"Logan." The voice came from down the hallway. Logan snapped back, his whole body releasing Wade at once and very literally jumping halfway across the width of the hall. 

Well that doesn't feel great, but I sort of get it. 

At least the fucker looked contrite, doing that fist squeeze thing with this hands that he did when he was every so slightly nervous. Scott sauntered down the hallway, stopping short to toss a set of keys that Logan caught mid-air. 

"Civic's gassed up." He glanced at Wade. "Take as much time as you need."

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Logan squeezed the steering wheel hard enough the shape of his claws became visible under his skin. The radio was doing a best of the nineties hour, and he'd already sat through a who's who of pop diva and boy bands of the era. Multiple times he'd considered changing it, but Wade was a little too invested in singing along. He didn't want to take that from him.

It was also, dare he say it, kind of fun?    

When the opening riff of a smooth rock song started, Wade scrambled to change it, his chatter breaking off into something about "blow jobs" and "Kid Rock." They ended up on a talk radio station that was a little less nerve-wracking. He leaned back into the seat as Wade provided a parallel commentary with the show host.

He lifted his hand from the wheel and placed it palm up across the center console. Wade took the opening and dropped his hand into Logan's.

"I'm sorry about the thing in the hallway outside the motor pool," Logan said, chewing the words in embarrassment. 

"Whatchu talkin' 'bout?" 

Logan considered for a moment whether Wade was deflecting or he genuinely didn't catch it. They were both equally likely. 

"When Scott showed up?" He hinted. 

"OH! Oh that. No biggie, sugar bean." He squeezed Logan's hand tight enough to break a hand made of regular bone. "No grab-ass in the mansion. I get it." 

"Well, yeah that." Logan ran his thumb over the back of Wade's hand. "I don't know what their Logan was like, but I used to…uh…get around a little bit."

"You slut!" Wade gasped. Logan certainly wasn't going to deny it.

"Charles used to get on my ass about it-"

"In the sexy way, I hope."

"-'we have to be models of decency for the students' he'd remind me. He never threatened to kick me out, or anything." 

"He was probably waiting for his turn." 

"I'm on thin ice, here, though. They only invited me back on the team as a courtesy, and they don't know how to feel about you, yet."

"Oh, no, they hate me," Wade said.

"I was trying to be nicer about it." Logan glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. Wade was staring out the window, watching the landscape. "I haven't really done the physical affection thing in awhile, either. So I'm gun-shy, but I want to work on it. Just go a little slow with me."

"I'm not exactly the touchy feely type, either, peanut, so don't stress over it."

"You slap my ass basically every chance you get." 

"That's a totally different thing. I don't know how anyone in that house keeps their hands off those rosy peaches." He smirked and winked. There was something glinting dark underneath, though. Maybe that meant Wade would spend his time thinking instead of filling up the car with noise. 

Wade pulled Logan's hand further over the console. He heard a zip, then his hand was curled around the warmth of Wade's half-hard cock. 

"Are we really doing this?" Logan didn't dare drop his eyes from the road for too long, but he took half a chance to verify that what he thought was happening was actually happening. 

"When I tried to give you head the last time, you stabbed me in the ribs."

"Because I didn't want to drive us into a fucking tree, and that was the only way to get you to stop."

"Yeah, so that's why I'm doing this instead. Just let me do all the work." 

"You're deflecting from something. You need to start using your words to communicate, not your dick."

"Ngh, I'll work on it." Wade was already grunting, tiny little moans as he pressed Logan's hand around his dick and stroked himself. It was a shoddy and fast thing, Wade getting hard quickly and tensing toward completion just as fast. Wade orgasmed with barely a trickle of cum, shoulders rolling against the passenger seat as he arched his back. His voice was tight in his throat, squeaking. Soft words tumbled out between the other sounds, though, and Logan honed in tighter with his hearing. 

It was his name. 

Wade was whispering "Logan" over and over and over again just under his breath. 

That was new. 

Wade panted as he came down from his finish, licked his own semen from Logan's hand because he was simply a freak like that, then zipped up. 

"Ooh, there's an IHOP up here. We should get pancakes for lunch." Wade made that weird little self-satisfied smile of his, and dropped his hands between his legs.

"Whatever you want, babe," Logan sighed, keeping his hand off the wheel as he turned into the parking lot of the strip mall. 

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You have to tell him.

No you don't. Keep that shit bottled up. 

He's already figured out something's going on with you. Just get it over with, and you can work through it. 

Fucking FINE. OKAY. 

don't yell at me. 

"Shut up."

"I didn't say anything." 

Logan stared at him across the table, pouring "this ain't real fuckin' maple syrup" over his fat stack of pancakes, already through his sausage and eggs and ham and potatoes. Wade looked down at his own pancakes, a smiley face made with chocolate chips and bananas. A piece was already cut out that he didn't remember eating. He didn't remember the eggs and bacon, either, but they were devoured, too. 

Shit.

No. You just weren't paying attention, that's all. It's not the other thing.

I think.

He stabbed his fork down through the middle of the pancakes in frustration. 

"You good?" Logan stopped, fork midway between the plate and his mouth. He set it down to focus that laser attention on Wade. The gaze that made him either turn to jelly or grow a few more bones depending on context.  

Wade re-sorted his thoughts. It was just so hard.

"The constant cellular regeneration. It fucks my memory. Sometimes I just never form them. Sometimes I lose stuff. Sometimes it's nothing. Sometimes it's something really fucking important. But I can't predict it. I'll be looking for this specific little red Fiat in the back lot to sell to some douchebag, and it's not there when I remember it was there that morning. And turns out it's actually been four days." Wade sliced down into the pancakes and took a bite.

"Freaks me the fuck out." He chewed a few times, then spit it into his napkin with a gag. "Why did I fucking get this? I hate this." 

"Were those the deep thoughts in the car? The ones that made you whip your dick out?" Logan tapped his fork to the plate, and it was so…it was so annoying when he did that. That high-pitched sound. And there was this look. This pitying look. 

"Don't make fun of me." Wade's eyebrows creased hard, and he felt a scrim of tears well up.

God, this fucking sucks. Fuck this. Fuck this.

Logan paused on his own words, then snapped his jaw shut.

"Sorry. I misread the room. I'm just trying to understand. Same with some of the other stuff you do. Like when you freak out when you don't see me for a day."

I'm not nearly as smooth as I thought I was, shit. I didn't realize he noticed that.

"I feel like it's all connected." Logan dropped his fork and leaned his forearms on the table. "I just want to understand, Wade." 

"I'm terrified of losing you. Losing parts of you. Memories. The thing that I'm usually able to hang on to is the muscle memory shit. I've never forgotten how to fight or fuck, so I'd like specifically, not forget you how to fuck you. Specifically. So I keep thinking if I just-" He lifted his hands and made a squeezing motion in front of Logan's chest "-then I won't lose it as easily."

"And that makes sense to you?"

"Bitch-ass, what did I say about making fun of me?" 

"I'm not…" He craned his neck, pressing his fingertips to his forehead. "I'm not a stranger to amnesia. I know how scary it is. I'm just trying to understand your logic because it doesn't make sense to me. I don't get it."

"You don't get me," Wade snapped. 

"I don't. Not in this." 

"Cool. Awesome." Wade got up from the table. He made it to the door, then paused. He returned and dropped down into the booth, arms crossed over his chest. 

Logan has the car keys. 

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Wade let Logan rest his hand on his thigh, so that was something, at least. He wasn't getting frozen out. He'd been through that before, and it wasn't pleasant. 

Wade was silent, though, and that was scary. He had only seen it a handful of times over the last few months. Wade was thinking and thinking hard, focusing so he could properly turn everything over. Something was going to come out the other side of this that was important. So far it had been mostly positive, but there had to be a moment when the tide turned. 

"Logan, stop. Pull over." Wade was sitting up, eyes focused on something out his window. He obeyed immediately, trying to find what had grabbed Wade's attention. 

They were approaching a river. Along the perpendicular road, the one that connected to the main highway, two cars had pulled over to take care of what looked like a minor front-end crash. The car wasn't even stopped before Wade was tumbling out and running toward the scene of the crash.

"Wade, what're you doing?" Logan slid across the hood to keep up. "It's just a car wreck." They were approaching quickly, the two people exchanging insurance looking up in a panic. Logan tried to assure them from a distance. 

Then a loud whoosh went up, and one of the cars was overtaken by flames. 

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The 2010 -2016 Kia Soul was among a group of cars known to catch on fire after collision. 2.3 million of them had been recalled for it. 

That Kia, in particular, was starting to smoke under the hood. 

And now I'm running across the grass, and I'm not sure how I got here. But I'm not freaked out about it, yet. That's just adrenaline.

The fire went up just as he reached the car. A woman screamed behind him, but he knew Logan was there. Logan would take care of them. He had seen the baby in the back seat. The flames were hot on his skin as he went digging for the switchblade in his back pocket. The butt of the knife handle had a knob, and he slammed it into the corner of the back window. 

That's the weakest part of the window.

He dived through the now broken window, crunching up into the back seat. He sliced through the seatbelt and carseat anchor, but the fucker was in one of those fuck-ass bases. Whatever. He took off his shirt, threw it over the carseat, then kicked everything he had into the door. It broke off the hinges. 

"Wolverine, catch!" Then he threw the carseat clear of the vehicle.

Shit shit shit I just threw a fucking baby. Wait, the car seat should absorb the shock, oh, wait, Logan caught it.

Okay. 

A sizzling sound meant the fire was moving up the engine block through the wiring. Smoke started seeping through the cabin, but the missing door should have been enough to…to…

Hm. Something's wrong. 

"Wade, you idiot." Logan's voice. The SHNK of claws through the door behind him, then he was being scruffed around the neck. 

He lost some minutes in the confusion of his body being manhandled by familiar arms. 

"I swear to God, why don't you think ? You're going to kill me if you die."

Wade snapped back as the water hit him, Logan's arms wrapped around him tightly. 

"I got you," Logan murmured in his ear as they resurfaced. They kneeled together in the shallow water. The flames crawling up the car hit the gas tank, and the fire shifted color and increased intensity.

"Why am I in the water?" Wade asked. 

"You were literally on fire," Logan growled. "Full on human torch."

"Oh, is that what that was?" Wade settled back into the plane of Logan's chest. Fire was tricky. It would keep eating through cells as long as they regenerated. Surprisingly draining to heal from.

"How is it that you can fight endless mobs of yourself without breaking a sweat, but doing a basic smash and grab rescue you look like a drunk frat boy with a hernia." Logan was also a little out of breath, though. They both knew that these little on the spot jobs were the hardest. With a full on mission, you were ready. You warmed up. Zero-to-hero took a little more out of you. It was more personal. More up close. Bunch of people die during a dab of super-villainy, sure. If someone kicked it right in front of you because you couldn't pull them off the subway tracks in time, that sucked a syphilitic dick.

And I don't exactly randomly rescue people. Not before this. Waste of cardio.

What have you done to me, my dearest darling? Heart of my heart.

"I didn't have the suit on," Wade replied as a way to wrap up all those thoughts. Logan kissed the back of his head. 

"If I tell you to communicate better, will you remember?" Logan sighed. "I'm being extremely serious. You might forget things, but I remember. And I remember well when I'm at full mental capabilities. Got a lot of trauma up there, so there's not a lot of room left." He squeezed Wade even tighter, the breath puffing out of him. "And I can't manage both our impulse control issues." 

"No promises, honey badger. This brain doesn't always connect to this body." 

"I…okay. That I might understand."

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They slinked through the door into Wade and Althea's apartment, clothes still dripping wet. Logan didn't smell anyone, so Althea was out and had taken Puppins. Reasonable. Wade loved that damn dog, but he wasn't home consistently enough, right now, to take care of her in full. Wade had been chattering endlessly about car recalls and leaking gas tank valves, but he fell instantly silent once they passed the threshold.  

"I don't like being here alone," he said flatly. 

"I'm here."

"But you're going to go back to the mansion later."

"Yeah, but you're gonna be working. I can stay until you leave. If Scott gets shitty about the car, then whatever."

"Yeah, but-" 

"Wade. Babe." 

Wade spun around in the middle of the living space, arms flopping.

"Why did you decide on 'babe?'" Wade pouted.

"You call me whatever new thing you think of at the moment, but I'm more of a find a pet name and stick to it kinda guy." Logan rested his hands on his hips, trying to decide where this was going.

"You called me 'daarrrlin' the first time." The impression was pretty spot on. "Then it was 'honey.' Then it was 'sweetness.' But now you've landed on 'babe,' and you stayed there. I want to know why. Show your work."

Logan blinked at him a few times. He wasn't sure he could actually explain it. 

"I went to call you 'bub' one time in front of the others, and it came out 'babe.' And I just…liked it. So I kept it. It…fit."

"You've called me, 'babe' in front of the others?"

"Yeah, probably a few times. I'm not really counting."

"Do they know we're together?"

"I haven't been keeping it a secret, so yeah, probably. They're not stupid, and we're not exactly discreet. Last week you asked Scott if there was any flavored lube in the next delivery because, and I quote, 'when I eat Logan's ass later, I want to make sure I pair it with the right wine.'" 

"Witty banter. I didn't know they were imagining us fucking night and day all over the house."

"Night and day, sure, technically. I think 'my room' isn't really 'all over the house.'"

"There was that one time in that empty classroom." 

"That doesn't count," Logan choked. 

"Mmmhmm." Wade clucked, popping his tongue loudly against the floor of his mouth. "So, to be clear, the entirety of the X-Men know that I've been all up in this." He made a waving motion that circled all of Logan's body with special attention on the crotch region.

"Again, yes. Probably." 

"That's extremely embarrassing for you," Wade smirked. 

"I'd like to go back to the ass-slapping."

"I told you. Those cheeks are irresistible. I cannot be contained." He moved forward a few steps and wrapped his hand around Logan's wrist. "Let's change. You can wear my sweats."

"Please don't give me one of the blow-job shirts," Logan said as he was pulled across the room to the set of hampers where Wade kept his mishmash of clothes. 

"Now you're getting the cum slut booty shorts." 

Wade started to strip, his body moving with slow, awkward, weirdly normal movements. It was the second degree burns and smoke inhalation. On the surface they looked like they healed quickly, just a little knitting of flesh. But they hurt underneath a lot longer than other injuries. That was probably why he still seemed off. But there was also…

"Wade." Logan waited for Wade to turn around. His flannel was now sitting wet and balled up in the back of the Civic. Instead, he pulled up the bottom of his t-shirt slowly, tantalizing, letting it whip over his head with a stretch of his body. "So you can remember better." He held out his arms, canted slightly into a soft U-shape. He turned slowly, trying to give Wade some kind of show. He wasn't exactly good at this sort of thing, but something about it made sense.

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Oh, you sweet sweet idiot. 

Logan was just standing there, back to him, triceps fucking rippling. 

Do you have a license? For those guns?!?

"You stupid slut," Wade whispered. He moved to Logan, and whipped his arms around his waist from behind. He had been stopped with his wet boxes halfway down his hips, and he just let them fall the rest of the way.

He needed Logan to be naked, too. Not anything more than that, surprisingly. Just naked. He struggled with his belt buckle, but the damp leather had swollen in the metal loop. Logan cut through it with the tip of one of his ever so slightly extended claws. He retracted then turned in the circle of Wade's arms, breaking the loop with his taught ass. 

JESUS. 

Wade pulled the broken belt free, then somehow managed to fumble down the zipper and top button of his jeans. But the slim cut of the pants was clinging to his glutes and thighs. Wade yanked on them, and they wouldn't budge. 

Oh, god, I'm going to cry over pants. 

"I can't get them off." He already knew he was mumbling, the rattle of his thoughts only slipping out in little breathy whispers. 

"What was that?" Logan asked gently, leaning in and up to Wade's ear. 

"TAKE OFF YOUR PANTS."

Logan didn't question the zero to one hundred reaction, just slid his pants down himself, taking his boxer briefs with him, then stepping out of them. Wade slammed himself into Logan's body, wrapping his arm around him again, digging his nails into his spine and shoulder blades. Logan's arms came up from below to hug him back, tight, pulling their chests and stomachs and hips together.

Wade attacked him with his mouth. That was the only word for it. He wanted to bite and chomp at Logan's face. To rip the flesh from his immaculate cheeks. The only thing holding him back from going full animal was how tired he was. 

"Pick me up," he whined into Logan's neck, then jumped until his knees were locked around his hips. Logan made a little oomph sound, but snagged him around the waist and under his ass. 

He dropped them both on the couch. It was only just big enough to hold them, but not nearly long enough. Logan ended up with one leg up on the back of the couch, bent at the knee, shoulders propped on the arm. Wade settled into the shape his body made, curling one ankle underneath Logan's other leg. They were immediately intertwined. 

Their lips fell against each other, desperate and stupid from adrenaline. Familiar, though. It should be. They'd been doing this very thing almost every day for months. 

The end of this honeymoon phase was going to be a bitch .

Can you get That Good Dick DTs?

That feels insensitive…

FOCUS. 

They were getting hard against each other as they kissed, the weight of Wade's body pressing him deeper into Logan. 

Then that asshole pulled away.

"Probably shouldn't get too caught up in this. You've got your job tonight." 

Wade groaned, stretching a little. 

"There's no jooooob. There never was one." 

Logan's hands went extremely tight on Wade's skin. The very very very tippy tips of Logan's claws pierced his flesh, and he shivered in the pain-pleasure-pain. 

"If you say the words 'educated wish'..." His warning delivered, he retracted his claws again. 

Wade rolled his forehead across Logan's chest. 

"I started talking to my old merc contacts when we got back from the Void. I started picking up small jobs when you moved out. Real easy security shit. Made it easier to deal with you not being here. But then after the robot thing the jobs felt…boring. And any time I had to choose between working or spending time with you, I chose you. So I started getting picky."

"How are you paying your half of the rent?"

"That's the weird advantage of the merc work/shithole apartment combo. Couple good jobs and you're covered for the month. Not dressing in Givenchy, but you make it work." 

Logan sat up, forcing Wade to do a weird little half curl just to keep himself wrapped around his body.

"But why lie about it? I don't like you lying to me." His voice was sharp. Angry. Wade rolled back over his thighs to sit up on the couch. He brought a pillow over his half-hard cock to not distract himself then shoved one over Logan's for the same reason. 

"I don't know. I was embarrassed? Maybe? Worried you'd get tired of me, but also worried if I said I needed space you'd think I was tired of you . Problem solved in both directions if I have to go to a job. But I hate not being around you. It physically hurts when I don't get to see you for some reason. 

"Well not for some reason. There's a reason. It's because I still can't seem to remember what you smell like when you're not around. And you can smell me; you know what I smell like. You know I'm coming. I actually stole one of your shirts, and I sniff it when we're not together. And I'm like 'mmhmm, yep, that's Logan.' My boner certainly recognizes you. So why can't I smell you from a distance? Clearly that means I can't remember what you smell like. Then obviously there's other things I'm probably forgetting too, and I don't even realize it. 

"But what kind of needy-ass bitch tells someone 'hey, I have to sew my face to your ass Human Centipede style because I'm worried I'll forget what it tastes like.' Listen to how insane that sounds." 

"I do agree that you sound completely unhinged," Logan nodded. 

"Thank you for validating my emotions. I appreciate it." He leaned back on the couch. 

I'm actually completely serious; why does that sound so sarcastic?

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Logan traced the hunched curve of Wade's body as he curled up on himself. That was the thing that no one understood about Wade. The thing that he had to keep reminding himself when he told Wade to slow down and think. Wade did think. It was just too quick and frenzied, ideas cycling as fast as his brain regenerated new neurons. 

So when those thoughts emerged they sounded like madness.

"Wade." Logan stopped. Careful. Gentle. Breathe. "I can smell you because I have super senses. Other people can't smell each other from down the hallway. I need to be sure that you understand that before you spiral." 

"I want to be able to smell you," Wade replied blankly. 

"What if I wore a very specific cologne that you pick? Then you'll be able to smell me from farther away."

"But then you wouldn't smell like you anymore."

"So, see, you do know what I smell like."

Wade attempted to retort, then stopped, pursing his lips on his objection. Logan leaned over and rested his forehead on Wade's shoulder. Careful. Gentle. Breathe. 

"Don't lie to me, again." It was a bark, immediately losing the pattern of his mantra. "I can't do this if you lie to me." Wade's body tensed. 

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"I'm saying I love you. But love's not enough if you're going to keep big things from me. We're fine, still. It's okay. But it's not something I can ignore." Logan pressed his palms together and squeezed. Too much shit happened to his brain that he couldn't control. He didn't need additional complications.

Wade's hands crawled into the square of Logan's forearms and gripped them tight at the crook of his elbows. 

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please don't end us when we just started. I love you." He pushed his body into Logan's forcing them back into the position they were in before. "I'll show you. What do you want? Just tell me what to put where."

"Babe, shut up." Logan clapped his hand around the back of Wade's head and pressed it to his chest. "If you don't have to rush off somewhere, then just lay here with me. There's too little of that in my life." He dragged his fingers up and down Wade's spine. He had been too intense, let the trauma do too much of the talking.

The half-lie that made him follow Wade in the beginning had turned out all right. It was a falsehood he could understand the desperation of in hindsight. A little white lie about a gig from a man who literally didn't understand how his own brain worked wasn't the kind of thing to blow up a whole relationship for. And Wade understood. He wasn't ignoring him or disregarding his feelings on the matter.

Wade would remember this.

"You don't have to solve everything with sex or violence," Logan said. 

"What about sex and violence?"

"Sure. Okay. But only if they're at exactly the same time in equal amounts. "

"I love it when you pull out the quips. It's so sexy." Wade dragged his teeth down Logan's chest and kissed his nipple, running his tongue over it in little flicks.

"What did I just say about using sex to solve your problems?" But they'd also just had an incredibly serious conversation while both completely naked, so maybe Wade deserved at least a little credit. 

"My dick is shaking hands with yours, right now. Where did you think this was going?" 

Wade's arm snaked down into the space between them. His large hand came around both of them, pressing their shafts together. Just a little bit of movement, and the friction of his rough palm started Logan on the long, spiraling draw toward pleasure. He met his own hand with Wade's between them, wrapping around the other side of their paired lengths. Logan ran his other hand up the back of Wade's neck, pressing his fingers into the back of his skull. 

"That feels so goddamn good," Logan growled. 

"And you said not to use my cock to communicate." Wade ran a few kisses along Logan's jaw before nibbling on his skin. 

"Why do you use your teeth so much?" Logan asked between little kissing pecks across his lips.

"Because I'm a freak. Do you want me to stop?"

"Fuck no."

Wade nipped at Logan's chin harder.

"Why don't you use yours?" Wade asked. "Bring more of that mustelid energy to the bedroom."

"I have no idea what that means, but if that's what you want…" 

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Logan's teeth sunk hard into his shoulder where it met his neck and-

-fuck shit if I was closer I would have come a fountain. 

Logan's jaws locked into place, and he dropped the hand that had been on the back of Wade's head to around the small of his back. His hand tilted to grip around the shape of his ass, and their lower bodies pressed together tighter. Logan's hand grappled with his until he couldn't be sure who was stroking who, everything a mass of sensation on the back of that quick, hot buildup.

Slowly, the thoughts dripped out of his head until there was nothing left but need . Raw. Nerve endings that normally fired in pain instead trilling with pleasure.

Sex and violence. 

He pumped faster, trying to focus on the man underneath him at the same time. How Logan's skin felt against his. The scratch of Logan's body hair on his stomach and beard on his cheek. The sting of Logan's teeth in his muscles and the way his body kept trying to heal around them. The sloppy weep of Logan's precum dripping over his hand. The steam of Logan's sweat as it curled around their bodies. 

Tobacco and orange peel and leather and a jar of nickels. That's what Logan smells like. I know what Logan smells like. 

Logan fucked up into his hand from below, their heels and toes tangling together as they both tried to push against the couch for leverage. Logan's whole body tensed, hips thrusting up to lift them both. He released his mouth from Wade's shoulder and howled as he erupted over their hands. 

Wade crushed his mouth against Logan's as Logan brought him the rest of the way.

"Fuck," he whispered into Logan's mouth as the spring broke and his own cum spread out between their stomachs. He tried to dig for something else to say. Some little jokey joke to break the tension. He couldn't find anything, his brain flaring back to life with a gasp and a scream, full of nothing but Logan. 

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Logan flicked over Wade's shirt with a half-extended claw and caught it in his fist.

"Sit up," he murmured into Wade's ear. 

"Dun wanna." Wade tucked his arms under Logan's shoulders in protest. He stabbed Wade in the ass a little with the still out claw, and that startled him into rolling off just enough. "Love it when you use the claws to push me around."

"Do you actually?" He wiped them both down and threw the shirt on the floor. Wade rolled back, resting his head on Logan's chest. "Because I spend a lot of energy attempting to not spear people I care about through the stomach. If you're into it, though, I could be convinced to reconsider."

"Our safeword can be Graymalkin. Because I'm one of…Cable's ships…that…that one didn't come together." 

He was too tired to rise to the bait of whatever Wade was talking about and rested his hands gently on Wade's back instead. The TV across the room flicked on. 

"Found the remote. It was between the cushions." Wade flicked through some channels then stopped with a soft "oooh."

"What the fuck is this?"

"Say Yes to the Dress. Wedding dress shopping, but each one costs three month's rent."

"Shit, weddings are expensive." He watched the movement on the TV for a careful few minutes. "Okay, that dress looks great on her. Why is her mom being a bitch about it?"

"FUCKING RIGHT?"

Logan woke at the sound of someone at the door. They had fallen asleep on the couch and it had grown dark in the interim. He pulled an arm out from under Wade's weight, shook the pins and needles out, and prepped his claws to spring free. Whoever it was slid a key into the lock. He relaxed. Althea. She had caught them in worse, and at least she wouldn't see they were currently naked on her couch. Logan shook Wade awake a little. 

"Althea's home. We should maybe pretend we're decent people."

"We're absolutely not, though," Wade said sleepily but moved to sit up. He half pulled the blanket off the back of the couch, but was still waking up and moving slowly. 

The lock clicked and the door cracked. 

"Hey, you old slut," Wade yawned. Then the door finished opening. 

"Oh my god. I'm gonna gouge my own eyes out." Laura pushed Colossus in front of her and used his body to block her view. For his part, he lifted his hand to shield his eyes and turned away. 

"I said to knock when entering a man's private home." His deep Russian accent was caught between admonishment and embarrassment. 

Logan snatched the blanket and threw it over both of them. 

"If you don't want to see my ass, then hand me some pants," Logan barked, gesturing toward the clothes hampers. 

Colossus volunteered himself for the task, still keeping his back to them as he grabbed a set of shorts and a pair of sweats and threw them across the room. Logan gave Wade the shorts and shimmied into the sweat pants. 

"Laura, what the fuck are you doing here?" He stood, moving away from the couch. She gave half a glance over her shoulder then turned when she could confirm he was half-dressed. 

"You said you were going to train with me tonight, but you didn't come back." 

"Shit." Logan pressed his palms to his forehead. "I'm so sorry, kid. Wade's job…got canceled-" the lie came easy and he hated himself a little for it "-and I lost track of time."

"Yeah, I can see that," she tsked. 

"You didn't need to come all the way here."

"That idiot throwing a baby out of a car is getting memed on TikTok, right now." Laura gestured to Wade. 

"Oooh, I've never been viral before. Well, not on the internet. Been viral a few other ways." Wade had propped himself up on the arm of the couch. 

"So I called your phone to check on you. When you didn't answer, I got worried. Colossus offered to drive me over, and Yukio gave me her emergency key."

"My phone…" Logan lifted his hand to his chest where his shirt pocket would have been. The shirt that was currently curled up in the back of the Civic. "Shit."

Logan dropped on the arm of the couch, scooting Wade over a few inches. 

"Okay, how do I fix this?" Logan asked.

"I don't know. You're not dead, so I get to be mad at you. But you're not dead, so I'm also relieved." Laura spread her hands in a weird half-shrug.

"You could set up a training schedule," Colossus tried to mediate. 

"Wait, that's actually a really good idea." Wade hung half-off the couch. "Because I'll fight you. Like, I'll kick your fucking ass as hard as you want."

"I could go for that," Laura replied. 

"Your level of enthusiasm worries me," Logan said. 

"It's your DNA," Wade reminded him. He pressed his eyes shut in annoyance, realizing he was right, and that was really fucking weird the more he thought about it. 

"Let's set that up, okay? Book us into the Danger Room. We'll make it a standing date."

"Yeah," Laura said quietly. She bit her lip and took several hard breaths. He recognized that coping mechanism. "Come here a sec." She moved into the corner of the kitchen part of the space. Not a lot of room from the other two but they had a vague sense of privacy if Logan created a body-wall. She lowered her voice. 

"You're not my dad," she started.

"I…am, though…"

"You know what I mean," she sighed. "You were the closest thing I ever had to a real parent who actually loved me. But our time together was so short. And we kicked ass in the Void. But you're also dead. I mourned you. But now you're here."

"And I'm not your Logan. No, I get it." He crossed his arms over his chest, hyper aware of being shirtless, still. 

"I'd like you to be one of my Logans, though. But I'm not totally sure what that looks like or how to do that. And as much as it annoys me, I'm also dealing with the fact that I have to share you."

Logan glanced down, looking for Wade out of the corner of his eye. Wade was watching them over the top of the couch, peeking up just the top of his head.

"I already had this conversation with him, but I haven't really been part of a family in awhile. So if I fuck it up…"

"Hey." She punched him in the arm. "If I end up living as long as you do, we got time to figure it out, right?"

"Those smarts aren't my DNA."

"Nurture vs nature?" She patted her hands on her thighs. "Well, you're alive. So I'll go. Forgive me if I don't hug you goodbye."

"Yeah." He reached out and patted her on the side of the arm. "Thank you for giving a shit about me, kid. And Wade, even though he's an idiot."

"You're both easy to give a shit about it." She paused. "Also, your pants say Big Booty Goddess on the back. Thought you should know."

#####

Easy to give a shit about. 

Ringing endorsement, honestly. 

They had finally found the note that Al left them about a long weekend in Atlantic City. Logan had already decided to stay that night, but that secured it. Didn't mean he didn't freak out a little when the other half of the fold out sofa was empty an hour after they had gone to bed.  

Logan had only gone as far as the dining table, though, talking on the cellphone he had finally retrieved from the car and working through the last few swallows of a floral juice glass of Jack Daniels. Wade watched him with his chin on the back of the couch.

"Okay so she's in her room…Okay…Thanks, Hank…She was supposed to text me when she got back, but…No I recognize the hypocrisy doesn't mean I didn't want to check on her." Logan chuckled darkly. "Um, I was going to talk to you about this tomorrow, but since I have you I figured I'd give you a heads up. Not blind side you. If there's a place for me on the X-Men, I don't want to lose it, but I want to live with my boyfriend. Maybe be available for freelance. Only if that's doable, though."

boyfriend boyfriend boyfriend boyfriend

"Can we talk about what that might look like? Yeah…Okay… Yeah. I'll be back in the morning…Yes I'll talk to Scott….yeah. Okay. Thanks again, Hank." He set the phone down gently, considered the opposite wall for a minute, then stood.

He noticed Wade watching, but didn't say anything before crawling back into bed. He opened his arms and made a gesture that Wade should settle in. He didn't hesitate, curling up against Logan's chest.

"Boyfriend?" Wade asked.

"Are you not?"

"No I…I am…" Wade pressed a hand to Logan's chest. "Can I be serious with you?"

"God, please do." 

"Don't give up being an X-Men just because I'm a wreck. Don't pick me over them."

Logan kissed him on the forehead. 

"Not off the team, yet. And even if that's how things work out, it wouldn't be picking you. It'd be picking me. Picking a life I built myself that wants you in it."

Wade pressed tighter to Logan's body. Scent. Sight. Touch. Taste. He wanted to take it all in, to capture this exact moment in time. 

I'm not fucking forgetting this.

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House of the Dragon, Season 2, Episode 1: Discussion

Overall, I did not like the episode at all.

First of all, am I crazy or was the whole scene at Winterfell and the Wall purely fanservice so that HOTD can gain the sympathy of old fans? I mean, it lasted like, 2 minutes, and added nothing to the plot. Cregan’s speech was amusing though.

Daemon didn’t let a single moment go to waste before he started acting like a king. Typical and at least consistent with his character.

Sigh. Preparing myself for the backlash I’m going to receive for this. I did not like the way Rhaenyra’s and Jace’s emotions were portrayed. Where was the shock? The agony? The horror? The pain? Too much silent grief for someone who just found out that their son/ brother was murdered. Hell, Rhaena showed more emotion than both of them combined and we saw her face for merely a second.

Good for my girl Alicent for finally getting some I guess, but the Alicole sex scenes were weak as fuck. No passion, no chemistry. It was robotic as shit. All that subtle tension between them during the first season led to nothing. Rushed as fuck and not at all what they made us think it would be. Provided absolutely zero context. Boring as hell, too. Thank fuck that it was leaked because it would have been a jumpscare. Nothing could have prepared me for it, it came out of nowhere.

Alicent standing her ground against Otto was surprisingly very good. I loved seeing her take the lead. And it was touching to see her light a candle for Luc, too.

Aegon II was very entraining. Refreshing to see him try to be a good king, actually care for his subjects and love his son. Distracts you from the fact that he’s still a stupid unseasoned teenager. Looking forward to some more character development on his part.

Now, what the actual fuck could Aemond ever possibly have to be angry about? Didn’t he just have his revenge? Who is he so pissed at?

Daemon and his murder cloak are the strongest ship in HOTD, which they should rename to “House of Misunderstandings” at this point.

I nearly pissed myself when Cheese’s super secret hidden path through the castle, that only he as a specialist knows, was crossing the fucking throne room on their tippy toes. Did they sneak back outside to meet Daemon the same way while leaving a bloody trail behind them? Are the writers actually insane? Who gave that shit the green light? Why does the door to Aemond’s room open by a lever? Is he Batman? Where the actual fuck was literally everyone? The guards? The servants? The ladies of honour? How was the fucking queen all alone?

And lastly, speaking of the queen… Oh my God. This was the most anticlimactic scene in the whole episode. I nearly fell asleep. I don’t know what’s Helaena’s deal, like is she neurodivergent? Is she just not fazed by anything because she has already seen everything play out in her head before it actually happens? It’s never explained and it makes it so infuriating that she looks just… concerned. Not traumatized or shocked, just perplexed and worried, lol. She pointed to her son faster than lightning. Did she just want all of it end as fast as possible? No idea. All the tragedy of the situation was removed. Luc’s death was much more impactful and shook the audience. This seemed so underwhelming and stale. And then Helaena quietly goes to her mother’s room, walks past her riding Criston like this happens to her every Tuesday, sits down, refers to her own son as “the boy”, and looks slightly distraught. Dian Doesn’t even shed a single tear. Nothing like the mourning woman gone mad by grief we saw in the trailer, though maybe we just have to wait I suppose. Like, lol okay. This was not giving like y’all promised it would. The only grotesque thing about it was listening to them sawing Jaehaerys’ head off.

The episode felt rushed as fuck and has severely reduced my interest in hating or loving any of the characters. There’d better be some top notch acting next Sunday or I’m dropping the show.

All opinions are welcome, just please be civil to one another!

[lunalikestowriteanddraw]

I NEED the Krew to actually TALK about what happened in episode 46. (Spoilers under the cut)

And I don’t mean them mentioning that it happened but “it’s all fine now because they’re alive!” Because I imagine that shit scarred all of them, one way or another. Frost especially.

I don’t care HOW the conversation happens, but it does need to happen. They each need to have that closure, rather than letting those thoughts and feelings swirl in their minds for all eternity. And I don’t just mean in fanfic or whatever. No, it needs to happen sometime in canon, when they have a moment to talk about it in-depth (so probably post-canon, all things considered).

I just…I need Frost to tell them how it felt, watching as all his friends fall around him, and how he couldn’t do anything. I imagine he still gets nightmares about it, especially for the first few nights after the fact, and I imagine he wakes up from those nightmares and probably goes and cuddles up next to Gricko (after making sure he’s breathing. Even if, logically, Frost KNOWS that Gricko is alive and breathing—he’s snoring, shifting around, whatever—he still needs to check. Just in case), as if to confirm to himself that, yes, they’re here. Theyre alive. He’s not alone.

I need Torbek to talk about how he feels like he’s not good enough in battle. How he kicks himself for not being able to control the Witchlight better, for not being able to bring out the Other. Because maybe, just maybe, if he was somehow able to bring out the Other in that fight, maybe they would’ve had a chance (they still wouldn’t, it would still end the same, and Torbek knows it deep down, but he kicks himself all the same)

I need Gricko to lament about how he thinks he’s not a good enough healer. He’s supposed to keep his friends from dying, and he couldn’t even do that right. Maybe if he had gotten to Gideon sooner, maybe if he had realized that Gideon was already long gone before he pumped his last spell slot into him. How he regrets that Hootsie wasn’t spared. Maybe if he had told her to run sooner, faster, maybe, just maybe, she would’ve made it out alive. Maybe. Or, at the very least, he wouldn’t have had to hear her yelps right before he fell unconscious himself. He’s supposed to be her father, he’s supposed to protect her. But he didn’t. Couldn’t. Just like he couldn’t protect his friends.

I need Kremy to tell Gideon how it felt to watch his best friend, his husband, get ripped apart before his very eyes, and being unable to stop it. Unable to help in any way. How he couldn’t imagine ever living in a world without Gid. After all, what’s the point of living when your reason for waking up each day is long gone? Someone else could pay his debt, surely.

I want Gideon to lament about just how useless he feels. With the mixture of being unable to help Twig in episode 41, turning into a stupid useless dancing mushroom (where he was the slowest because he traded the rhythm in his step away, and his friends had to help push him along), losing some of his fire (sure, he gained it back, but for several hours he felt colder. Weaker.), and then being the first one down during the Jabberwock fight? He’s supposed to be the strong one, the fighter, yet time and time again his friends are the ones protecting him. Keeping him alive while he keeps throwing himself into danger. He could’ve killed the Jabberwock, surely. With the help of Torbek, sure, but it would’ve died! It just got the jump on him, is all.

I just…I need them to talk, when they get the chance to. They deserve that much. To reassure themselves and their friends that everything is okay. They’re alive, and they’re not going to just abandon each other. Not again. Even if they feel weak, or useless, or like they could be so much more if they were just better. They all know now what it feels like to lose their family, their best friend, the love of their life, their everything. And I don’t think they’ll ever let themselves or each other experience that again. Not for a very long time, at least.

[colourstreakgryffin]

Hiiii, I just read your Blitz x trans male! Hellhound reader and I loved it! It was so sweet and comforting for someone who's also trans male 🥹 and it got me thinking, what if a male hellhound reader met Blitz one day at a bar or smth (maybe reader works there?) and they get to talking, Blitz is low-key already crushing, pass a date or a few and reader and Blitz are happily dating! Now, Blitz has been wanting for reader and Loona to meet, cause why not? Plot twist, reader is Loona's bio dad! How they find out is up to you 🫶🫶 (and it's totally okay if you're not taking any requests rn, just wanted to toss my thoughts out there) but I do hope you have a nice day, drink some yummy water, eat that good food, and stay safe 😁

Haha! Awww. Really? You’re trans? That’s wonderful, I hope I did okay with representation since I am nervous to tackle it. You are beautiful in all bodies but I am happy you’ve found your preferred skin! Trans support for life! 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍⚧️

By the way, I love this! It’s adorable! I think Blitz meeting Loona’s real mom or dad is a cute concept for even a real episode. I can imagine how grateful the parents would be to Blitz for taking care of their puppy! But anyway. Happy to do this, Blitzy is a good boy and I LOVE him so much. You have no idea!

Also also. Everybody. PLEASE stop hating on Blitz. What is going on with him is NOT his fault! You need to step back and look at what happened before bashing him

Blitzø- High-Tell Surprise

Blitzø doesn’t have the best track record when it comes to romantic partners. He has a endless amount of flings and one-night stands but nobody has truly held his heart in the way Fizzarolli did since him, so he shuts himself out from love to avoid the heartbreak

That was all until he met you…

At your job, at a local kinda shitty bat in Imp City. Blitzø was simply exhausted from such a tiring day at his business; running it, arguing with Moxxie, trying to maintain his beloved Loona. All he wanted was to get a bit hammered to dull how aching he is

Blitzø, at first, simply thought you were quite handsome and appealing as you uninterestedly tending the bar he strolled up to. Hellhound as well, he didn’t even know other Hellhounds stuck around this shithole

But hey. He was interested so he worked his magic on you and in no time, he was holding quite the fun conversation with you whilst you were working. Even though, you could have just told him to leave… you didn’t

And he found that very flattering

This became a weird routine he begun doing. He almost immediately forgot about his weird feelings for the Goetia Prince, Stolas and focused more on you to the point that everybody noticed it, even Loona. Coming to the same bar every single day after work, to talk to you and you became his friend in no time

Blitzø isn’t usually the type to make friends with others since he’s quite shielded and closed-off emotionally but yet, he’s still pursuing some type of connection with you and he doesn’t know if it’s because you’re so attractive or it’s because he wants you to be in his life

It felt like everything went by in a blissful blur for Blitzø since all he remembers past up to THAT day is just casual conversations over alcohol that got him wrecked faster than he wants to admit

The mischievous Imp, during his Blitzed state one afternoon at the bar you worked at. I’ll say that it’s become the norm for him to be a regular at your workplace, managed to stumble out something along the lines of;

“Wanna go out with me?”

And surprisingly! You said yes. He almost couldn’t believe it, he never ever wanted to pursue a relationship, out of his fear of intimacy but he can’t get out of this now. He’d have kissed your cute doggy snout right there if he wouldn’t fall over from all the alcohol making his head woozy

You did go on a date with him the next morning… many dates throughout the weeks and eventually, Blitzø decided that weird but pleasant burning beat in his heart is worth to pursue, even if he was so afraid of rejection. He shot his shot and he finally didn’t miss, since now. You’re his hot fluffy wolf boyfriend!

These few months have been even more blissful and kinda blurry than the weeks he spent getting tipsy just to talk to you. He gets to come to your apartment every day, he gets somebody to kiss and talk to, somebody to lean on, somebody to remind him he isn’t alone

Blitzø has introduced you to everybody he loves… being his employees but not the most important one in his life. Loona!

How could he forget?!

Blitzø quickly decides he needs to arrange a meeting inbetween you and his beloved Loonie-Toonie proto since you’re her new stepdad after all. Plus, you’re both fluffy wolfy Hellhounds. He believes it fits and believes that you’ll make a great father figure for his beloved daughter

Okay… he wanted you to be a good father figure to Loona but he did NOT know you were her dad! Holy shit! Blitzø nearly choked on his food when you suddenly picked out a locket necklace, the one belonging to your late wife… the mother of Loona and compared Loona to the baby picture of her

You recognised Loona as scarily familiar, the moment your cute smol imp boyfriend introduced her as his daughter

You and her do very much share blaring similarities physically but Blitzø always figured Hellhounds look similar and never thought much but when you showed off your wife’s locket necklace and compared the picture inside to Loona

Blitzø couldn’t believe his luck… he scored his daughter’s biological father?! And said biological father is actually caring and loving and regrets giving up Loona

Blitzø, the second you revealed this, was ready to kick you out for hurting Loona but when he heard yours and your late wife’s side of the story… he couldn’t bring himself to be angry at you. You did the right thing by saving Loona from a poverty-stricken life

On the other hand, Loona isn’t that happy with you at all

Even so, Blitzø is confident that you’ll be able to repair your relationship with your daughter eventually. He is here to support you all the way and as also Loona’s dad, he will help repair this as much as he can

As he does truly love you, he loves you even more knowing you didn’t just abandon Loona selfishly and did a truly selfless thing for her. You’re a wonderful man, as Blitzø says

By the way, Blitzø finds your late deceased wife attractive and says she is a babe when you show him the pics of her but he respects the fact you’ll always love Loona’s mother, even when you’re with him… hell, he says he’d bang her if she was still alive— that’s just Blitzø

“Hey. Hey. Hey, Bae. Listen to me, I know what Loony said really hurt but she’s just a sensitive soul. I know, she’ll come around, trust me. I know how our daughter is”