#c'mere liebe

[alittlesevere]

Heart jumped because I got a notif from tumblr, turns out it wasn't them and I just need to be taken out and shot. c'mere already dovey >:((

[prettyboypistol]

how do you think would mercs react to reader calling them pet names in his native language that is not english obviously 👀 might be sfw or nsfw, whatever you like more ❤️

TF2 Mercs Reacting To Native Language Pet Names!

Scout

Gets like, REALLY flustered initially. A "Uh, what did you call me?" then "O-oh. Nice! Nice!... Haha okaaaaay! Great!"

Man starts mimicking you and your accent subconsciously (ADHD echoing go brrr) and likes stimming by rolling his rs and doing the special sounds your language does that are different from English.

Soldier

"YOU MAGGOTS HEAR THAT! CUPCAKE HERE THINKS I'M A COWZONE!" "I SAID CORASON!" "MEDIC! HE'S HALLUCINATING! HE THINKS I'M FOOD!"

After you explain it, he gets all giddy and lovey dovey on you, he's got a thing for you talking in your first language.

Pyro

Deadass? I headcanon Pyro to be a polygot. They know what you're saying regardless of what language you speak.

When they hear the petname you shout as good luck, they turn around and make a heart with their fingers and shout something back. It sounded vaguely like your language..?

Demoman

Will hit you with a scottish one right back, it becomes a war of the pet names until you both end up cuddled tightly in each other's arms and on the brink of sleep as you murmur out little sweet nothings.

Has no idea what you're saying but can understand it's affectionate because of the context.

Engie

"What's that, darling? Didn't quite catch that." You say it in English. "Oh! Well ain't you sweet! C'mere hun."

Not as flusterable on the outside, but internally freaking the fuck out because that was SO CUTE!!!

Heavy

Maaaaan. RIP you. This dude's barely got a grasp on English, that could be your only language and this would still work.

If you explain it to him, then he gets all smiley with you and kisses your cheek.

Medic

"Ah, danke liebe." "No problem, cher." "Oh! You speak another language? Amazing! I know that one- wait, do I? Let's see... German, Latin, English..."

Finds it absolutely adorable. If he doesn't know the language he asks you to teach him so you two can gossip together behind people's backs.

Spy

THE RESIDENT POLYGOT. LIKE, HEADCANONED TO BE HIRED ON TO BRIDGE THE LANGUAGE BARRIER LEVELS OF LANGUAGE KNOWLEDGE.

Imma be real it doesn't even register that you spoke in something other than English, but he instinctually switched to your language mid conversation more out of habit than anything.

Sniper

"Awe, using that first-language charm on me, eh? Well that's not gonna let you use me rifle. Sorry chickadee."

Sees it as more of a teasing to try (and failing) to fluster him or get what you want.

[oxkarisa]

𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐊𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐙 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓

TW: MENTION OF SELF HARM AND DEGRADATION TERMS

this is a bill kaulitz comfort oneshot. basically it’s just bill helping you with your abusive parents and mental health (self harm and stuff like that)

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you just got into a huge fight with your parents, they called you a bunch of names like: mistake, useless and more disgraceful words you wanted to block out.

you wanted, no you needed someone to talk too, but at the moment your boyfriend bill was hanging out with his friends. he was the only person you had left.

you did not want to bother him, you laid down on your bed, makeup smeared, eyes puffy and a huge headache from yelling.

you start cry again just replaying the whole fight in your head. this was not the only fight you've had with your parents, and probably won't be the last.

the only thing you could resort to was cutting.

obviously you would try to hide it, but bill would always find out no matter how good you hid them.

you picked up the blade that was hidden in your notebook, looking at it for a few moments. "is it really worth it?" you thought. bill will find out.

you cried even more thinking about bill finding out, he always looks so sad when he sees the scars on your body, but then giggled at his lectures he gives about how it's dangerous.

after staring at your blade for a few more moments you get a call, ironically from bill.

"schatz, i'm on my way to yours!" bill says over the phone, "i don't think you can, my parents and i had another fight again." you said with a raspy voice.

bill went quiet, "well then i'll just wait til they're sleeping and i'll slide through the window." he laughs.

you smile at his laugh. "i'll leave my window open!" you put the blade back in your notebook.

~20 minutes later~

Bill ♡︎ -10:34pm-

i'm here schatz! 🤍

you pick up your phone and smiled, you opened the window and let bill in quietly.

he hugged you, knowing that you were crying before he called. "what happened now, liebe?"the look of worry smeared on his face.

seeing your makeup all messed up, he went over to get makeup remover from your vanity. "c'mere and lay down," he said, tapping on your bed.

you explained how your parents were calling you names again (make up your own scenario, like maybe you were saying how you didn't get to do much or smth) and he started to clean your face off, gently.

he smiles. "Du bist eine schöne Liebe, lass dir von niemandem etwas anderes sagen." (You are beautiful love, don't let anyone tell you anything else.) he caressed your face.

You seen bill get up and change into the clothes he left. he crawled into bed with you, him being big spoon, you little, holding your hand and rocking you till you both fall asleep. every now and then you'd feel a kiss on your neck~

word count: about 575 ఌ

-karisa ♡︎

[eight-cats-in-a-box]

Here's the Blitzwing thing I promised

No warnings, fluffy, probably ooc blitz, terribly written accent for blitz (I'm so sorry)

No use of Y/N, Cybertronian!Reader. Reader is assumed to be a Con.

Here's your food you feral assholes/aff

As you sat outside the mines, gazing up at the stars, you heard approaching pedesteps, and turned. Blitzwing stood at the entrance, arms crossed and one browplate raised.

"Hello, mein liebe. Enjoying ze view?"

You snickered, patting the ground next to you. He moved from the entrance to stand a bit closer, sighing. "Come sit, you'll see why I like to."

Blitzwing rolled his optics, making sure he wouldn't smack his wings on something as he flopped down next to you, leaning back on his servos. "So, why are we looking at ze sky when ve could be looking at each other?!"

You smirked, pressing a kiss to his servo. "You'll see."

Blitzwing shoved his face into the crook of your neck, making an inchoherent noise. And it was nice, until-

"Did you just lick me?!"

He snickered, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You huffed and turned away, feigning irritation. You could practically hear his irritated pout as he flicked your audial.

"You are being difficult." He rumbled, accent a bit thicker. You decided to stop messing with Blitzwing- nothing ruined a sweet moment like this one like pissing him off. He always stormed off in a huff.

"Alright, alright. C'mere, you big baby." Blitzwing grumbled something about not being a baby, but he let you snuggle close to him, and you yelped when he decided that wasn't close enough, and pulled you into his lap, resting his helm on yours.

"Comfy now?" He murmured, and you leaned against him, sighing softly. "...Yeah. Look at the stars..." He did so, and gasped softly, awestruck at how bright they were. "Yeah. They were never this bright back on Cybertron..."

He hummed noncommittally, squeezing you a little tighter. "And yet none of zem burn as bright as my love for you, schatz!" He giggled, and you laughed along with him until he sobered.

A few minutes passed in silence, until you spoke up again, pulling his servo into a loose embrace and tracing circles across his pal.

"...Hey, Blitzwing?" He made a questioning noise, bit didn't say anything. "I love you."

You could hear his smile as he replied quietly, sounding almost...shy. "I love you too, liebling."

Hours passed, and before you knew it, you were drifting off, undisturbed. He'd make sure you weren't bothered, and few were those stupid enough to try anyway.

"Sleep well, sweetspark. I've got you."

Masterlist

[chrisredfield73]

hello! HRU?

I saw that your requests are open! How do you think that the COD men will react to their S/O writing poems for/about them?

Thank you :D

A/N: Hello! I'm doing well, thank you! I hope you're doing good too!! Thank you for the request. If you want any other CoD men added to this just lmk!

For König's part:

Maus: Mouse

Ich liebe dich: I love you.

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Ghost:

He's not a super emotional man, at least not around other members of the Task Force.

He was sitting in his barrack room, scrolling on his phone. He looks up at you as you walk in, "Hey."

But as soon as you handed him the poem, he felt his heart flutter and tears brimmed his eyes.

He reads it and pulls you into a gentle and warm hug.

"I love you." He whispers, so quiet that you have to strain to hear it.

He's definitely looking forward to you making more poems for or about him in the future, he almost wants to beg for you to make more.

Soap:

He's definitely one of the more emotional men in the Task Force.

He's in the lounge on base, leaning back on the couch. His eyes immediately find yours when you walk in and head over to him.

He beams at you when you hand him the poem, his stomach doing flips as he blushes a light pink hue.

He reads it and hugs you, giving you a soft kiss on the forehead.

"Thank you, sweetheart. I love you so much." He says, not afraid to show his affection if others are nearby.

He's also looking forward to more poems about/for him. He thinks it's the sweetest and cutest thing ever.

Gaz:

Another one of the men on the more emotional side, a bit more teasing than Soap though.

He's in his barrack room, playing games on his phone. He notices you walk in and smiles softly. "Hey, love."

He looks at you in confusion when you hand him the poem, his heart fluttering.

He reads it and grins, looking up at you with a blush on his face.

"Oh? This is about me, huh?" He teases before pulling you into a hug. "Never knew you were the poetic type."

He gives you a kiss on the lips, and much like the others, he eagerly awaits more poems from you.

Price:

He's more of the stoic type, yet more emotionally open than Ghost.

He was having a rough day, stern look across his face as he reads his paperwork in his office.

When you hand it to him, he looks up at you before looking back down to read it.

That stern and tired look quickly gets wiped off his face as he looks back up at you with a loving and tender look.

"Thank you, love. C'mere.." He leads you around his desk and pulls you into his lap, hugging you and kissing your lips softly.

He's looking forward to getting more poems, especially when he's having a rough day after missions.

König:

He's rather stoic and stern faced, but behind his mask and emotional walls, he's a gentle giant who loves receiving and giving affection.

He's in the armory locker rooms, cleaning his weapons and putting them up in his locker. He turns to face you when he hears you walk in. "Hello, Maus."

He smiles under his sniper hood when you hand him the poem, soon his eyes widen and a blush forms on his face.

He speaks so softly and pulls you into a hug after he reads it, "Ich liebe dich, Maus. Thank you."

He lifts up his hood and leans down to press a gentle kiss on your lips, his cheeks tinged pink.

He can't wait to get more poems, and he even tries to write some for you.

Keegan:

He's also another stoic and tough guy, but he melts when you give him affection.

He's sitting on his bed, watching a movie, when you walk in. "Hey, honey," he says as his eyes dart over to you.

He smiles when you hand him the paper and he melts even more after he reads it.

He gently tugs you down onto the bed, cuddling you and peppering kisses on your face. "Thank you, sweetheart. I love you."

He didn't expect the poem, but now he really wants more of them from you.

[bitch-butter]

Ooh please could we see 5 with Them?

(This one ended up being more H than C bc I'm a lifeless psychopath that loves This Trope but you know c'est la vie I can do More lol thank you!)

5. "C'mere, let me hold you."

The apartment was dark. 

Thoroughly taken aback, Joe stepped tentatively through the door and in to glance around the living room, empty, and into the kitchen, also empty. Humming in confusion, he dropped his bag beside the door and tossed off his coat.

Maybe Web was out. It wasn't out of the question, sometimes he'd go to campus or to the library just to get away from his typewriter. Strange that he wouldn't leave a note, though. 

Strange he'd go anywhere in the rain.

To each their own.

He shook his head, moving through the apartment towards the bedroom. Tension hung over his shoulders and he itched to ease it, blaming the rain, and his mother, and Web, and the whole damn universe for giving him knots in his spine. What he needs right now is a fucking shower, and maybe a beer after that, and a long kiss after that when Web is back.

These thoughts are gone from his mind when he opens the door to their room.

The air is hot, thick, with a stale, heavy smell weighing down the edges like sacks of cement. He grimaced, looking toward the darkened shape on the bed with a muted annoyance fringed with concern.  Of course Web is still sick, the guy takes every opportunity possible to stay in bed and avoid his goddamn life. Well, Joe is going to shake him out of it.

Sighing roughly, Joe paid no mind to his steps as he practically stomped over to the lamp on the bedside table. "Goddamnit, Web."

He clicked it on.

"Oh, fuck."

Web was on his back, blankets pushed down onto his chest, hands anchored against his fast-moving chest. He appeared asleep, but his face was a waxy pale sight, apples of his cheeks unnaturally red, the hollows below his eyes practically black beneath the pained furrow of his brow. But these alone wouldn't have caused him such alarm were in not for the sight of Web's lips. 

In the lamplight they were a dark smear, bruised up. Blue.

His hands shot out to the other man's shoulders, grasping them tightly and practically yanking him up, gaping at the boneless arch Web's body fell into, head tipped back and neck bared. 

"Web!" 

The other man's brow gave just the lightest twitch at his exclaim, and Joe shoved himself down onto the bed to take him fully in his arms and shake him. "Web," he gasped, eyes locked on the discoloration of his parted lips, his matted hair.

Web's eyes fell open only just a little, hazy and disoriented, and rolled around from one side to the next before closing again. 

"No, Web -" Joe shook his head frantically, seizing his jaw in one hand and training it up, palm searing. "Wake up, come on."

At his voice, Web's eyes managed to open once more, but they looked just as clouded as they had before. He pulled in a shallow, wheezing breath, mouth opening wide as though to speak, before a brutal cough ripped from his chest and refused to end. Web spasmed and fought against his grip, muscles twisting and turning like an eel as he was shaken by the force of the cough, and Joe felt fear. Fear, fear, the like of which he hadn't -

"Joe -" he fought, voice a pale imitation of his usual timbre, a choked rattle. "I don't feel good..." he managed, before collapsing back into urgent heaves of air that cracked through his lungs like lightning.

Idiot, Joe cursed, desperately urging his breath into sustainable pulls as he surged up with his grip still on Web's body. Fucking idiot, you idiot.

“C’Mere,” he muttered, eyes darting along Web’s limp form, legs already moving even as the other man twisted away from him to gasp shallowly at the air. “Let me hold you,” he urged, voice growing in volume as his heart hammered. “Come on, stand up. Come on.”

He gave practically no mind to Web's weight as he mindlessly pulled him up and out of the bed, making for the door like a man possessed. The strength caught him off guard, Web barely having the wherewithal to get his feet under him as Joe moved, intermittently a stumble and a drag as Web coughed, gasped. At the door he stopped just long enough to lean Web against the wall, pulling his jacket over his sweat-stained night shirt, hands shaking as he buttoned it haphazardly. 

"Lieb," Web panted shallowly, eyes dim as his head lolled against the edge of the doorframe. 

"What?" Joe barked, feeling frantically through his pants for his wallet, his keys. 

"I didn't mean it," he murmured, breathless.

Blinking in delayed shock, Joe shook his head senselessly. "Don't fucking talk, save it -"

"Didn't -" Web began, before spasming into a crippling cough once more.

His keys were in his hands as fast as anything, and he took hold of the front of Web's coat to pull him from the wall and through the door, doing his best to support his weight. Slamming the door behind him and locking it clumsily he took the stairs as fast as he could manage, Web stumbling and wheezing against him helplessly.

"Joe -" he tried, once more, before his eyes rolled back, and his legs went out from under him.

"Fuck!" Joe cursed, far too loudly as Web's dead weight buckled him, bringing him to his knees on the stairs with the other man's slack body collapsed against him. He stared down into Web's still face with his heart thundering in his veins, shaking him fruitlessly once more as though to rouse him and stuttering in a stilted, terrified breath as Web remained as seeming unconscious as before. 

"David, come on," he urged, voice a thin wobble as he scanned about the stairs, the landing, the other set just waiting for him, the street beyond where he had to get a cab, had to get Web to the hospital right now. "I can't."

[askthebeasttamers]

*A gash opens up in the empty space in front of Lieb*

Pssst. c'mere! I have pillows and comfy beds in a place where no one will reach you!

*The portal opens wider, revealing a cherry tree*

Plus, it's under this beautiful, totally normal and non-sentient, cherry blossom tree! :D

"Yeah... I think I'll pass..."

"For one, I don't trust random portals that come out of nowhere, two, you're not fooling anyone saying it's 'normal and non-sentient.' "

"Sorry, but I'm not falling for, whatever this is."

[himbowelsh]

17 "I feel like I might be sick" for webgott?

prompt me to pieces (ACCEPTING)

AN: have i mentioned that i love writing sickfics? and i love lieb’s caring side more than anything else in the entire world? (and i love whiny web, but that’s just because i honestly relate). i had some fun with this one.

this story contains warning for sickness, and a short non-explicit puking scene.

Joe has no idea how he ended up here -- bound up tight in some penguin suit, trying not to be strangled by his own tie while he forces out pleasant conversation with a bunch of people three times his age who have more money than he'll ever see in a lifetime.

Joe hates formal gatherings. He's never been to a gala before -- hell, until two nights ago he was sure a gala was some weird rich people cocktail, not a place they actually went. He's not sure how he agreed to be dragged to this thing in the first place, but looking back it all comes down to Webster. Stupid Webster, with his baby blue eyes and his pouty lips and his beseeching claim of, "Just a few hours, Joe, please, I need to bring someone or else my parents will be on my case about not having a date."

Joe doesn't know why Webster asked him. They're not exactly best friends -- most of the time they're at each other's throats -- and Joe delights in the knowledge that he gets under Webster's skin as much as the other man gets under his. Joe is a fish out of water at any fancy affair. Compared to another one of their mutual friends like Luz (life of the party), Shifty (polite and charming to a fault), or hell, even Nixon (fellow member of the My House Has A Solid Gold Swimming Pool club) Joe seems like the worst choice for a plus-one. Nevertheless, they both made it very clear that this is not a date. Webster is bringing Joe because he needed to bring somebody, and a friend seemed inconspicuous enough. Joe agreed to go because of the free food. That's it. Webster's puppy dog eyes had nothing to do with it.Now, however, he looks around the room and realizes just how out of place he is. Even if he doesn't look it -- he can clean up well, if Webster's astonished expression from earlier this evening tells him anything -- he doesn't belong here. He has nothing in common with eighty year old billionaires and heiresses wearing more frown lines than jewels. He's a barber from San Francisco hobnobbing with the New York elite. The very idea is ridiculous, but it isn't until Joe looks down at his hand that he realizes how bizarre this night has gotten.He's holding a champagne flute.He's never had champagne in his goddamn life.That's the straw that breaks his back. He can't spend one more minute in this room with these insipid rich people. He's done his good deed for the month -- now it's time to find Web and go home.Finding Web proves to be more of a challenge than it's worth. He's nowhere in sight -- not at the buffet table, not in any of the buzzing groups of wealthy people, not even holed up in the library at the end of the hall. At a loss, Joe eventually resorts to wandering. He moves through the reception room, past orchestras and waiters bearing silver trays, and makes a beeline for the nearest exit -- the doors which lead out to the garden.Out in the fresh air and away from the stuffiness of inside, he pauses and allows himself to draw a relieved breath. Web is gonna owe him after this. He's not sure what favors he'll make him fulfil, but it's going to be something satisfying --Without knowing why, his gaze is drawn to the end of a long garden pathway, where a bench sits in front of a bush of white roses. In the moonlight, he is just able to make out a figure in black, hunched over with his head in his hands.That can never mean anything good. Seeing someone in the position is a bad sign at the parties Joe frequents, and generally means someone has gotten too drunk for their own good or is having a really awful night. At an event like this, such a sorry sight sticks out like a sore thumb. Joe finds himself walking over before he realizes what he's doing."Hey! You okay?"The figure raises his head, and Joe is surprised to be met with bright blue eyes fixed in a very pale face."Joe," says Webster, voice sounding faint. "You're here."Joe takes a step closer to Webster, and stops in his tracks. He cannot restrain the murmur of "Jesus," that slips past his lips, but it's justified. Webster is dripping with sweat; it lines his face, making his skin glisten. Instead of his usual fair complexion, Webster looks pallid and haggard. His body is wracked by small shivers, and he is panting through an open mouth.What's most alarming are his eyes -- Webster's eyes, usually so sharp and thoughtful, are now glassy and dull.It couldn't be more obvious that something is wrong. Joe takes a few more steps closer before hunching down in front of Webster, lowering himself to look the other man in the face. "Yeah, I'm here," he says, placing a hand on Webster's shoulder. He can feel heat radiating even through his suit jacket -- Webster is like a furnace. "You invited me, remember?"Webster's head bobs, hanging low like a drooping flower. "Yeah, I remember that. Sorry. I left you. Just needed some air, I think.""You need a lot more than that, Web," Joe sighs. Unconsciously or not, Webster is leaning into his touch, and he looks close to toppling over. "C'mon, let's get you home, okay?"Webster gives a blearily humm, blank gaze drifting towards the ground. "Yeah. Alright."It takes a lot of effort to get Webster on his feet. He's wobbling like he's ready to go down at any minutes, and his fingers dig into the front of Joe's suit as he clings to steady himself. Joe has to force Webster to put weight on his shaky legs, otherwise he'd be carrying him entirely."Okay," he huffs, turning back to the reception room. "C'mon Web, let's take you home.""No --" Webster's heels dig in, and he points in the other direction with a fervent shake of his head. "I can't... can't let anyone see me. There's another way. I remember, it’s down here."Typical Web -- self conscious at the worst times, and a know-it-all on top of that. Joe grunts as their weight shifts, but he obligingly hauls Webster in the other direction.

As a small mercy, the car they arrived in is still waiting outside to bring them back. Though the driver had expected them back hours later, Joe waves him down and gestures to bring the car around (being driven around is the strangest thing in the world for someone who’s made a living driving other people). In the meantime, he just keeps Webster on his feet and holds him steady. The ill man seems very content to slump against his side.

By the time Joe shoves him into the backseat of the limo and slides in after him, Webster’s fever chills have taken on new enthusiasm. He’s shivering like he’s in the Arctic; but even as the car pulls away from the gala, he has the strength to bury his head in his hands and moan."I'm sick, aren't I?” he murmurs, sounding pitiful. Joe resists the urge to roll his eyes and praise his deductive skills. “I ruined the entire night. My parents will be upset...""Your parents will deal with it,” Joe retorts. “You've got a fever, Web. It ain't your fault."Webster lets out a sad little “hmm”, and slumps against Joe’s side. The movement isn’t expected; Joe goes stiff, staring with wide eyes as the feverish man pillows the side of his face against Joe’s chest and leans most of his weight against him. “It's cold," Webster mutters. Another shiver wracks his frame, causing his teeth to chatter.

Joe might not be Webster’s best friend, but he’s not a monster. He sighs, wrapping an arm around the sick man’s shoulders and pulling him closer. "C'mere."

For a while they just stay like that -- Webster limp against Joe, while Joe bears his weight with quiet worry. Seeing Webster like this is wrong. So listless, so weak, so… vulnerable. It casts a sour taste in Joe’s throat, and he isn't sure which instinct is stronger -- the one telling him to protect Web or the one that wants to leave him alone and see him only when he's gotten better.

He knows what he's going to do. He cares about Webster, and like it or not, the sick man is his responsibility. Joe isn't going to leave him alone.

They're halfway to Webster’s house when he suddenly shifts against Joe, letting out a small huff. When Joe looks down, he realizes Webster has one hand wrapped around his stomach. The other is straying to his mouth; his face has grown even paler.

"Joe... I think..."

Joe would know these signs anywhere, but he clings to ignorance anyway. "What's the matter?" he asks, running his hand up and down Webster’s shoulder in a way he hopes is soothing. It does little to help; Webster curls into him more, muscles tense, as his bloodless lips purse.

"Feels like I might be sick,” he murmurs pitifully.

That's exactly what they need right now. Joe tries not to groan. "Jesus. Okay,” he says, leaning forward to tap on the limo’s divider. “Hey, you mind pulling over, please?"

Joe helps Webster stumble out of the car, and does the mercy of not looking as the sick man empties his stomach by the side of the road. It lasts for too long; when he's done, Webster tries to stand up, and immediately topples over.

"Okay,” says Joe, catching him by the shoulders to steady him. “Take it easy, Web. You're okay. Come on, let's get you home.""Ohh god, I'm gonna pass out,” Webster moans, swaying. He looks dangerously close to doing just that, so Joe does the safe thing and steers him back to the car. Webster resumes his slumped position against him, and doesn't move for the rest of the ride.

By the time they reach Webster’s house, he's almost asleep. Joe has to shake him awake. Webster staggers out of the car, weaving and wobbling up the pathway to his front door. He almost trips when he gets there. Were Joe not lingering behind him, Webster would have gotten a face full of clumsily-planted rosebush; instead, he gets to watch Joe curse as he fumbles with the keys to Webster’s door.

No sooner have they gotten inside that Webster makes a beeline for his room. At least he doesn't seem eager to be any more trouble tonight. Relieved, Joe makes a quick stop in the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and some Tylenol.

When he returns to Webster’s room, he is not surprised to find the sick man sprawled out in bed. He sits down next to Webster and shakes him gently, jarring him into opening his eyes once more. “Come on,” he coaxes, handing the pills to Webster. He watches until he swallows them, and makes sure he drinks some water afterwards. The last thing Web needs is to get dehydrated.

Then Webster settles back again, and Joe realizes he doesn’t know where to go from here. Leaving seems like the logical choice; he should go back to his own home. Webster took his medicine. He’ll be fine. Somehow, however, it just doesn’t seem right.

As it turns out, the choice isn’t up to him. He’s just starting to rise when a hand lashes out, catching his wrist in a surprisingly tight grip. Webster’s eyes are wide and beseeching.

"Stay. Please.""Web --"The sick man cuts him off with a sigh and a shake of his head. "Don't wanna be alone. I could... get sick again. Or if the fever gets too high…”

He has a point. Joe can’t leave, not when Webster is still this sick. He doesn’t get the chance to concede, however, before Webster pulls Joe’s wrist to his chest and wraps his other hand around it -- demanding that he go nowhere. “Joe,” he murmurs. “I need you."

And that’s about the moment Joe realizes he’s head over heels in love with David Webster.

It makes sense. The adrenaline rushes he gets from their arguments can’t compare to anything else. He lets Web talk him into going to places he usually wouldn’t be caught dead in -- like museums, aquariums, or black tie events. He wore a tuxedo for Web. He comforted him after he puked his guts up on the side of the road.

He’s gone for Web, and he didn’t even know it.

"Ah, god,” Joe mutters, because everything has never been clearer. How the hell did he miss this? “Okay. Yeah, Web, sure. I’ll stay.”

When Webster smiles at him, his heart feels tight enough to burst out of his chest. He’s an idiot."Hmm... thank you,” Web mutters. He’s still cuddling Joe’s hand to his sweaty chest. It doesn’t seem like he’s letting go anytime soon. “So much."

This isn’t the first time he’s stayed over at Web’s house, and it could definitely be under worse circumstances. Joe sighs. He and Web are going to have to have a hell of a talk when all this is over.

For now, though, Joe has one job -- to look after Webster. Until he’s better, Webster can count on Joe not going anywhere. He runs his free hand over Web’s burning forehead, and fights the urge to smile as blue eyes flutter shut.

"Get some rest, Web. I’m staying right here."

[hbhoe]

Band of Brothers Homecoming AU

-homecoming week is here! - this means lots of pranks, so of course the terrible trio of malarkey, muck and penkala are wreaking havoc - they filled vice principal sobel’s office with cups of water and put his stapler in jell-o - they got detention but claim it was totally worth it - Winters and Nixon are those seniors who’ve been dating since week one freshman year and never once had a fight - nix asked dick to prom by having the marching band spell out the question on the field while playing “can’t take my eyes off of you” and it was pretty iconic. they say dick cried - perconte is in the band and he plays a mean trumpet solo - you can always tell where he is during shows because he’s the smallest guy on the field with the most energy - Lipton plays the tuba and he’s also a drum major - Speirs is a walking bad boy trope - he wears a leather jacket and rides a motorcycle and they say he once went to juvi for stealing cigarettes?? - So it’s weird that he’s always at the football games, waiting for the halftime show so he can stare at Lip as he’s conducting - And it’s all very intense and confusing until Speirs finally admits he’s been working up the courage to ask lip out since they were sophomores - Lip promises to meet Speirs behind the bleachers after the homecoming halftime show ;) - Webster is a Nerd™ - but he looks like a movie star and has lots of friends and punk skater boy Liebgott is so annoyed?? - Lieb always tries to get Web’s notes from class, to which he vehemently refuses - cMON WEB WHY YOU HOLDING OUT ON ME!?“ - literally no one is surprised when they’re caught furiously making out behind a bookshelf in the library - George Luz is the class clown - but when he’s not being The Most™ with his countless friends, he can always be found in the theater working on the next show - He’s president of the theater department and this year the fall musical is In the Heights - he plays the lead, of course - Bill Guarnere and Joe Toye are stagehands - they both thought theater was lame until Luz dragged them into it - (that is, Joe dragged Bill into it, because Joe may or may not have a MAJOR crush on a certain George Luz) - but shut up about it or he’ll break ur jaw - Eugene Roe is very quiet and just a little emo, but he’s studying sports medicine and he’s on the sidelines at every game in case someone gets hurt - bright eyed freshman Babe Heffron brings smiles everywhere he goes - He and Gene have been making eyes at each other for months - but gene is shy, and the homecoming dance is fast approaching and he still hasn’t gathered the courage to ask babe out - Gene’s best friend, Renee, is done with watching the incessant pining - She befriends Babe and subtly drops a hint that Gene may never get over his social anxiety enough to express his feelings - a delighted Babe walks right up to gene in the cafeteria, gets down on one knee, and asks Gene to the dance in front of all their friends - All Gene can manage is a breathless "y-yeah, babe, i’ll go with you” - everyone cheers and it’s super embarrassing but babe is sitting next to gene and holding his hand and the world is so colorful now?? - Game night is here and the team is READY - Buck Compton is the star quarterback and all the ladies love him - he’s already got a full ride to university for football - Bull Randleman and Johnny Martin are the best defensive lineman on the team - They’re both super intimidating, but you won’t find two people more protective of their friends - If you mess with his freshmen, you’re gonna catch Bull’s hands - Harry Welsh and his girlfriend, head cheerleader Kitty Grogan, win homecoming king and queen - no one disagrees. they’re the perfect couple - Harry spends the rest of the night grinning like a dope while he dances with Kitty - Liebgott shows up to the dance with his sk8er squad, which consists of Hoobler, Tipper, and Shifty Powers - Web is just a little shook - Lieb actually put on clothing that isn’t ripped, his tux is well fitted and his hair is gelled and Webster can’t believe how GAY he is for this punk - he can’t even be mad when he notices Liebgott is wearing vans with his tux - Web compliments Lieb and the kid just blushes and says something like, “yeah well you’re a geek, let’s dance” - This is nixon and winters’ fourth homecoming dance - They spend most of their time talking with teachers, doling out advice to underclassmen and slow dancing - that is, until it’s halfway through the night and Nix is just a little tipsy from the contents of the flask he snuck in - the two of them clock out early because the School Dads are too old for this shit - Lipton and Spiers, also graduating seniors, show up right when Winters and Nix are leaving - Lipton has a fresh hickey on his neck - Spiers looks just a little bit proud - They slow dance and start kissing tenderly and Principal Sink tries reminding them to leave room for the holy spirit - but only before getting a barrel of gatorade dumped on his head by the Terrible Trio - they run away in triumph and once more Sink wonders why he ever chose to be an educator - Chuck Grant has a band that plays almost every school dance - They’re called “Airborne” and they’re really good - George Luz decides to ask them a favor - During the band’s second set, George gets onstage and announces he’s going to perform a song for “someone very special out there tonight ;)” - he literally wrote a song called “Boy Toye” - its an epic love ballad with iconic lines such as “you only have one leg but 12/10 would bang” and “your eyes are brown like beautiful, wet dirt” - who could forget the refrain, “my life would be joy if you were my boy toye” ? - it’s all so ridiculous and theatrical and so completely LUZ that joe doesn’t even think to be embarrassed - “c'mere, asshole” joe mutters as he pulls a grinning Luz off the stage - everyone cheers when George stands on his toes to kiss Joe on the cheek - babe and gene are clumsy and unpracticed but they keep on dancing because they like being close together - it’s all just pureness, blushing and smiles with those two - Of COURSE they won the game and Buck Compton spends the whole dance triumphantly grinning at people and talking to his admirers - Muck, Malarkey and Penkala are the last to leave because they have to clean up as punishment for their shenanigans

[auroargraves]

I saw that you answered a headcanon of webgott, baberoe, luztoye, winnix, speirton as parents and what their kids would be like. How would these parents react when they discover that their dating? Would they give them "the talk" or would they scare them off?

I don’t know if this answers your question so I’m sorry.

baberoe

listen… when Babe finds out that Hannah has been going around kissing his classmates both girls and boys, he sits her down to have the talk but it ends up with Babe looking at her with this sad eyes bc “oh god Gene, our daughter is growing up too fast oh my god I can’t do this! she’s still a child!”“Dad! I’m 14!”so Roe ends up giving her the talk about safe sex and consent and know when to firmly say no.“daddy, it’s just kissing and nothing more I swear,” Hannah fidgets, feeling awkward having to listen to the sex talk.“I know, mon petite. but sometimes people want more and it’s better if you know that you have every right to say no if you’re not comfortable with it okay?”Babe just sort of looks over at his daughter and gathers her into his arms and just holds her because frick when did she grow up? she was just a tiny baby wanting to play dolls and now she’s going on breaking heart.

luztoye

Sean grows up towering over both his dads and he’s still skinny but really lean because he’s in the track team and he is both good looking and a whole lot mysterious dude so it’s not a surprise that half of the school body have a crush on him but listen, Sean doesn’t feel the pressure to start dating even when his close friends have started to experiment. he feels like something is not right with him so when George asks him if he has someone special, Sean sort of shrugs his shoulder and confesses that he doesn’t feel like he’s sexually attracted to anyone and maybe he is broken. to which George goes all “oh baby c'mere.” and George explains about asexuality, about it’s okay if he is attracted to someone but doesn’t wanna do something more with them. It’s normal. And when George tells Joe later about it, you know that Joe Toye will go to Sean’s room bringing a mug of hot cocoa and be all “you’re not broken okay? it’s fine, it’s whatever if you don’t feel like dating now or doing stuff like kissing with anyone. you still have years ahead of you to get to know yourself.” and you know there will be some tender moment when Sean hugs Joe and be all “love you, dad.” AND YOU KNOW JOE TOYE GETS TEARY EYED FROM THAT.

winnix

Edward is a bit of a flirt. He can’t help it that he grows up being totally shameless with his affection. He takes after his father, Lewis after all. But you know Dick is an incredibly responsible parent that he schedules a meeting for their small family so yes, Lew you are obligated to attend this too because Edward is your son and yes, we need to give him the stern bees and birds talk. What do you mean he already know? What do you mean he’d learned it from the internet??? You gave him a box of condom??? LEWIS COME BACK HERE AND EXPLAIN YOURSELF!

speirton

Oh boy. You know that Ron will be that parents who will keep saying “no dating until you’re 35, honey.” to his daughter right? so when he accidentally finds out that Daisy has a boyfriend, he goes ballistic because HOW DARE THE LITTLE FUCKER HOLDING HIS PRECIOUS BB GIRL’S HAND IM GONNA CASTRATE HIM. but once he has calmed down (thanks Carwood), you know he will lay down the rules “no kissing more than 20 seconds! no hand holding more than 1 minute! if you go on a date, it is my duty as your dad to follow you!” And you can see Carwood rolling his eyes at the back.

webgott

Sarah grows up sneering at the idea of dating. doesn’t understand why her friends go gaga over boys and kissing and holding hand in between class. then one day, there’s a new transfer student in her class and she’s gorgeous and has the most green eyes ever? and Sarah thinks this is what her daddy feels like most of the time when dealing with her dad because yes, she likes Yasmeen but she also would punch her own face before admitting this fact out loud??? so it becomes a problem because Yasmeen honest to God wants to befriend with Sarah but she ends up being mean to her and now Yasmeen won’t even look at her, DAD WHAT SHOULD I DO??? and you know Web would be giving Sarah all of this sappy love poem collection because girls love pretty words so maybe you would find something suitable in all of this. which, no daddy poems are for sappy people and I am not sappy! cue Lieb having to coax Sarah to let him into her room while Web hovers at the back, anxious and apologetic and when she lets Lieb in, he goes all “that was mean of you to treat your daddy like that when he’s trynna help ya out.” and you know Sarah didn’t mean it and she knew Web meant well but it’s just so mortifying to have all of this sappy feeling and having to tell someone about it but “that’s what I did. told you daddy that I love him and yeah, we still argue a lot because we are still growing up but that doesn’t mean we love each other less. so it doesn’t matter who started the fight bc I know at the end of the day, one of us will apologize bc we can’t stay mad at each other for too long. so go apologize to this girl and explain to her, NICELY, that you sort of have feeling for her that it makes you awkward about it and you know Sarah wants to protest because if it is up to her, she will take this secret to her grave but she also knows her dad is right so suffice to say the next day she left a handmade card on Yasmeen’s desk and later when she’s in her room, there’s an unknown number texting her "hey I got your card :)”