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zorobraun · 2 years ago

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ex husband ghost at your kiddo’s football game part two

“dad, what does ‘sex’ means?” theo asks, looking at simon while they’re playing video games. his father freezes. “what did you just say?” simon stares at his son in disbelief, instantly crashing the car in the game. “sex.” theo says again, his bright soft eyes full of innocence. simon swallows hard, frowning his nose. “first of all, how did you discover the existence of this word?” simon raises an eyebrow at the kid, laughing quietly. “mommy’s friend.” theo replies in a worried tone, his cheeks getting red from both regret and embarrassment.

“is that so?” simon’s tone is a bit angry now. “i’ll have a word with your mom, then.” he adds with a sigh, looking at his son. “don’t, please. it’s not her fault… she was very uncomfortable.” theo’s eyes are desperate and worried. “don’t worry, buddy. i’ll just talk to her… nicely.” simon reassures him with a soft smile, caressing theo’s head. he nods with a half hearted smile. “her friend was saying something about… mom missing the sex she had with you. i wasn’t supposed to hear that, but she’s too loud.” theo swallows hard, looking away.

simon is in shock. he holds back a laugh. “and mom said that… she can’t help but miss having sex with you, that you’re the best she ever had.” theo completes with hesitation in his tone. “oh my god, really?” simon asks with a fake surprise, laughing out loud. he’s not cocky, but he obviously knew that already, you used to tell him all the time. “yes, dad…” theo mutters with a light chuckle, still confused about the meaning of his mom’s statement.

simon shakes his head, still laughing in disbelief. “your mom is crazy, huh?” he says in a playful tone, wrapping his big arms around theo. “sometimes.” the kid replies, laughing too. “so… what’s ‘sex’, anyway?” theo raises an eyebrow, curious and confused. simon takes a deep breath, staring at his son in a serious, calm way. “sex is… an intimate moment that you share with someone you trust.” he explains in a non explicit way, smiling softly. “really? so you and mom… you trusted each other.” theo smiles sadly. “actually, it was more than trust. we… we loved each other, which makes the experience even better.” simon adds in a calm tone.

“do you miss having… that… with mom?” theo raises an eyebrow, innocent and naive as always. simon suddenly sighs quietly, the memories eating him alive. “i can’t believe we’re talking about this, buddy.” he lets out an embarrassed chuckle. “but yeah, i miss it.” he pauses. “i miss everything.” a sad smile appears on simon’s lips. theo stares into his father’s eyes. he knows that simon is not okay, but he decides to ignore that and give him a tight hug. “let’s get you back to mommy’s house.” simon breaks the silence, kissing theo’s temple.

a few minutes later, simon and theo are standing in your doorstep. you quickly open the door with a smile, since you were already expecting them. you crouch when you see theo, hugging him while you kiss his soft cheeks. “i’ve missed you!” you chuckle quietly, kissing all over his face. “mom, stop, it tickles!” he chuckles, pulling away from you. simon smiles softly in silence. the loud thunder makes the three of you look at the sky. the rain is just getting worse.

you look at simon. his eyes look like coming home. like listening to an old good song after months without listening to it. “hi.” you greet him, smiling. “hey.” simon smiles back, his fingers interlocking with your strands, caressing your head gently. “he already had dinner. and he also showered.” simon tells you, just like always. most of your conversations with him are like this. you nod with a smile. “um, you should come in. it’s raining too much.” you look at simon with a an awkward smile, making him chuckle quietly as he shakes his head. “it’s fine, but thanks.” he says, looking at you. “seriously, don’t drive right now. don’t make me worried.” you reply, touching his arm in a friendly way. simon seems to be hesitant.

“please, dad. stay a little longer.” theo grabs simon’s hand, pulling him inside. simon could never deny his son, so he gives in, clearing his throat before looking around your cozy living room. the living room that was once his, too. it’s a bit awkward to realize that he let you stay without even thinking twice, while he had to buy another place to live. “make yourself at home.” you say the magic words and simon feels that pain in his heart. this is his home. or used to be…

“can i get you something to drink?” you ask with a weak smile. “i’m fine, thanks.” he smiles back and you nod. simon takes a seat on the couch, theo throws himself beside his father. before you could sit next to theo, he leaves the couch to give attention to the puzzle on the ground. you and simon look at each other with a soft smile. you sit next to simon on the couch, making sure to keep a certain distance. “so, did you guys have fun?” you ask with a playfulness in your tone. “of course, mom.” theo chuckles, focused on the puzzle. simon chuckles too, his gaze shifting from theo to you.

“hey, can i talk to you about something?” simon asks, laying his arm lazily on the couch, his body turned towards you. you swallow hard, nodding. “sure. what is it?” you smile nervously. “tell claire to stop talking about sex in front of my son, for fuck’s sake.” simon laughs quietly, touching your hand and squeezing it in a playful manner. your cheeks get instantly red. “w-what? i mean, how… how do you know it’s claire?” you seem embarrassed at first but you end up laughing, slapping simon’s thigh.

“i know all of your friends, idiot. only claire would talk about such things in front of theo.” simon laughs again, making you laugh even more. “i already told her, alright? she’s impossible, i swear…” you smile playfully as you shake your head. “oh, i can tell.” simon mutters in a joking tone. you raise an eyebrow at him, mockingly. “she’s so blunt, it’s funny.” he adds, chuckling.

“she really is. remember that time when you first saw her? it was right in the beginning of our relationship, we had just started dating…” you say with a nostalgic smile. simon’s attention is fixed on you, a laugh wanting to leave his throat because he knows exactly what you’re talking about. “fuck yeah… she said: oh, honey. this isn’t your boyfriend anymore, it’s ours. i couldn’t believe my ears when she said that.” simon completes, laughing out loud, just like you.

“oh my god… i was so embarrassed. i felt so bad for you.” you mumble between chuckles, grabbing simon’s arm in a playful manner. “i was willing to break up with you, she almost scared me off.” simon jokes in a teasing tone, chuckling. you roll your eyes with a laugh, pushing him away. he laughs, adjusting himself on the couch. you stare at his lap for some reason, maybe because you just had flashbacks of the two of you having some late night fun on this couch. simon raises an eyebrow at you, clearly judging your malicious stare. you shy away.

the tension is too heavy when simon sighs quietly, staring into your eyes with so much longing that it almost hurts. he misses you like crazy… but then his brain reminds him that your boyfriend is probably upstairs, waiting for you, as he lays down on the bed that you used to share with simon. suddenly, he gets mad. he gets mad because that stupid boyfriend of yours doesn’t deserve you. he can’t even handle being with a woman like you. simon clears his throat uncomfortably, trying his best to ignore his intrusive thoughts.

“mom, did you tell dad about your wedding?” theo breaks the silence while focused on his puzzle and the world stops. simon holds his breath for a while, staring into your eyes as if he’s pleading to hear that this wedding thing is a joke. he feels like theo’s words opened an unhealed wound. he sighs quietly, looking away. the realization hits him. so you weren’t bluffing when you said that you were actually willing to marry your boyfriend. your eyes are filled with despair as you notice simon’s reaction, you can almost hear his heart shattering. “i’m so happy for you.” he finally says something, but his words are meaningless, shallow. he leaves the couch so he doesn’t have to be near you.

“w-wait, where are you going?” you stand up too, grabbing his arm. “i’m going home.” simon replies with a fake soft smile. you can see in his eyes that he’s devastated. “simon, just… stay. let’s talk.” you swallow hard as your touch stays on him. “i think we’re both done talking.” he replies in an annoyed, upset tone, still faking a small smile. “no, simon. i know you…” you insist in a frustrated frown. “don’t leave me in the dark, alright? please. your opinion matters to me.” your voice breaks a little, already fighting the urge to cry. simon has that pain hidden in his face, that you only saw when he was right on the edge.

“what do you want me to say, y/n? do you need my approval, is that it? don’t you think i’ve had enough of your bullshit already?” simon asks with an extreme frustration in his tone, a hint of betrayal. you hold eye contact with him in silence. a silence that’s too loud. you lick your lips nervously, swallowing hard. “i need… i need you to be okay with this. i need to hear you say that i won’t hurt you if i marry him.” you say in a whisper, your eyes tearing up.

simon sighs heavily, looking away in disbelief. he takes a step back. “oh, you want me to be okay with this? you must be out of your goddamn mind.” simon says with a hint of sarcasm. “i can’t keep doing this, y/n. i can’t keep getting in the way of your new love life, just because you want me to. stop relying on me to make decisions that i don’t have the power to make. i’m so fucking tired of having to watch you give all of your love to another man, right in front of my eyes.” simon stares at you with a certain anger as he comes closer again, grabbing the back of your neck with both hands. he’s tearing up. “can’t you see that?” he whispers, almost begging.

“you ended me the night you asked for a divorce instead of trying to make things right again, because you know damn well that i was more than happy to fight for you. for our marriage.” simon’s tired eyes are still on yours, just like his hands on the back of your neck. “so yes, you will hurt me if you marry him. after all we’ve been through… you betrayed me. i spent years loving you, treating you right, taking care of you, helping you through tough times�� just so you could change your mind about us and fall in love with someone new in less than a year.” his chest tightens with his own words, pure betrayal consuming his veins.

“all i ever wanted was you, with all of your qualities and flaws. i wanted my son to have both of his parents living under the same roof. but maybe i asked for too much.” he says, a hint of disappointment in his low voice. tears start running down your cheeks and he sighs tiredly, wiping your tears away, again. “you see? you break me in half but i’m always the one to put you back together somehow, when your boyfriend should be doing it. so look me in the eyes and say that he deserves to be with you. say it. you can’t. because it’s my hand you reach for when you’re falling apart.” simon adds, kissing your tears away. it catches you off guard.

you can’t seem to have the strength to answer, so you just stay silent, feeling the safe warm feeling of his touch on you. simon stares into your eyes, waiting for a response. “y-you don’t understand, simon…” you mutter in a shaky voice. his hands are shaky too. he closes his eyes for a second, feeling even more frustrated and desperate with your words. his pleading gaze fixed on you, his chest rising up and down.

“you don’t seem to understand how this breaks my heart, love. you haunt me. i search for you in anyone, anywhere. i search for you in my empty bed, in the passenger’s seat of my car. in the grocery store, by my side, reading our grocery list out loud. i search for you when i’m out with our friends, when i’m at my mom’s and she asks how have you been, when i’m watching our favorite movie with theo for the thousandth time.” he swallows the lump in his throat. you close your eyes, you can’t handle it anymore. “god knows i even miss your toothbrush next to mine.” he chuckles quietly and sadly, making your heart break.

theo stares at his parents with sad, guilty eyes. but he knows that this seems to be a conversation for adults, only. so he stays quiet, turning his attention back to the puzzle. “you said you wanted my opinion, so i’ll give you just that. i want you to be happy, with or without me. if you’re sure that he’s the one for you, marry him. don’t let me hold you back.” simon’s voice is trembling, he keeps holding back his tears, he needs to sound firm and reassuring. “i’ve got you, always.” he adds and you sob uncontrollably, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug.

you hide your face in the crook of his neck while he strokes your waist gently. “i… i can’t live without you.” you whisper against his skin, almost begging for him to keep getting in the way of your new love life. simon sighs heavily. “you don’t mean that, love. you were the one who decided to live without me in the first place.” he places a bitter kiss on the top of your head. simon hates the fact that you make him weak to the point where he doesn’t even mind being raw and vulnerable. you know all sides of him, anyway. just like he knows all of yours.

“dad, please…” theo mutters, making the two of you stare at him with surprised eyes. “just tell her.” he turns his gaze towards his parents, holding back a cry. simon immediately walks towards him, crouching in front of the kid. he feels terrible for having that type of conversation with you in front of his son. theo starts crying quietly, making simon widen his eyes with a certain despair. “h-hey, kiddo, it’s okay…” simon picks him up, hugging him tightly. “i’m so, so sorry. i shouldn’t have said all of that in front of you, i’m sorry, buddy.” simon strokes theo’s back, kissing the top of his head.

you take a deep breath to calm yourself down, trying your best to stop crying. you have to be strong for your son. you walk towards them. “you always make her cry, dad…” theo mutters with a sob and simon’s heart and breathing stop for a moment. “theo, baby, no… it’s not like this at all.” you stand up for simon, caressing your son’s wet cheeks. “your dad is… the most caring, lovable person in this whole world, okay? don’t ever say that again.” you plead him, kissing his forehead. simon feels like shit.

“he’s a liar… he said that you’re still his love… that he misses everything.” theo says in a low tone, touching your face. simon sighs heavily with a defeated frown. you look at simon in silence, speechless. “enough, theo.” simon says in a more firm tone. he puts his son back on the ground, crouching in front of him. simon looks theo in the eyes, grabbing his shoulders gently. “sometimes love is not enough, but you’re too young to understand that.” simon completes, caressing his son’s cheeks.

theo stares at you with hopeful eyes, waiting for your response to his father’s statement. but you never open your mouth. “i already told you, mommy’s in love with someone else and that’s okay. that’s life. people come and go, right? just like waves. you know when we’re at the beach, swimming in the sea? the waves, they come and go.” simon smiles softly at him, kissing the top of his head before standing up. theo looks at you, disappointed.

“i-i do love you, simon.” you grab his arm, getting a little mad at his statement. “don’t say that in front of our son.” you scold him with red, puffy eyes. “you know exactly what i meant.” simon bites back, almost in an angry whisper, touching your arm briefly. “just be happy, alright? but don’t you dare be happier than you were with me. do this one thing for me, love.” he adds as a single sour tear runs down his cheek. he can’t hold back anymore. simon runs his fingers through your hair gently, while more tears start filling up his eyes. he breathes out, placing his hand on the back of your neck.

you’re staring at him as if you’re screaming i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry. i’m sorry for punishing you for things you never did. he pulls your face closer to his, leaning his forehead against yours, his eyes closed, so you can’t see how betrayed he feels in the corner of his eyes. “you broke me like your promises, but just between us… you’ll never be unloved by me. you’re too well tangled in my soul.” he whispers, being completely honest. you sob, speechless. then he kisses you. it’s not a passionate kiss. it’s a sad, tender, salty kiss. it’s the last kiss. it’s the closure kiss, for him.

this is the night in which simon finally sets himself free from the bitter embrace of your ghost. he officially gave up on you, for good. and you can feel it too — in the way he breaks the kiss without even looking at your face. he even seems a bit disgusted. simon pulls away from you, walking towards the door without looking back. now you feel cold without his body to make you warm. “i’ll pick you up at school tomorrow, kid.” simon mutters to theo in a defeated cold tone before leaving your house.

your love maimed him so excruciatingly well that suddenly he feels like a soldier who’s returning half his weight, waiting for his lover’s deadly kiss to put him in a never ending sleep.

#call of duty #ghost call of duty #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #simon riley #simon riley angst #simon riley fluff #simon riley smut #simon riley x y/n

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s0rr3l · 2 months ago

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@blackknight-kai @jeminiikrystal @marcu-bug @dunanana @maiden-of-the-waters @rovobeam

relationship chart! Idea from @szynkaaa 's post here

Big Spoon/Little Spoon

Depends on the mood; they like to switch but Yēzi prefers being the Big Spoon

Lǐyú likes to hide their face in monkey's back cause they get embarassed how easily their face flushes

Lends Clothes/Borrows Clothes

Yēzi is more likely to procure clothing in Lǐyú's size then lend his own

But he does buy more oversized clothing when he realises they both can share it (thus scents intermingle together ❤️)

Monkey See Monkey Do AU - both Lǐyú and Yēzi share clothes, because Lǐyú loves oversized clothing)

Doesn't Use Pet Names/Uses Pet Names

Both of them don't really care, though they don't mind nicknames from friends/family

Besides, they have other ways to tease each other besides nicknames 🤭

Introverted/Extroverted

Yēzi is actually NOT that introverted! He's more of an Ambivert

Doesn't mind having company even if he doesn't do a lot of talking

Lǐyú, while they can talk and handle social stuff, would rather prefer quieter company

Affection Through Words/Affection Through Actions

Both are physically affectionate, even if Lǐyú has to wrack up the nerve to reach out

Yēzi tries to be respectful of Lǐyú's personal space (since they brought up how uncomfortable it was to have it invaded so easily)

But over time monkey learns to read Lǐyú well enough to know what kind of touch they can tolerate, and vice versa 😊

Confesses First/Waits for Confession

CHAPTER 6 CONFESSION

Liyu had realised their feelings early on but doesn’t confess, mainly because they realised how futile/unfair it would be to each other since they’re going back to their own world

just resigns themselves to pining

Yēzi is oblivious to his own feelings until post-chap 5 (and he falls hard- but also realises that it’s a little too late 🥲)

So he settles for a promise (the red string) to make sure they don’t forget him

Screams about Bugs/Squashes Bug With A Shoe

Lǐyú is usually cool with bugs (from a distance)

Yēzi loves to tease them though, so will sneak a bug or two onto their belongings, just to watch them squeal

He is also more than willing to squash a bug for Lǐyú

Drives the Car/Can't Drive lol

Cars don't exist in ancient fantasy china lmao

By default Lǐyú drives

(Besides Monkey would HATE automobiles)

Can't Cook For Shit/Makes Dinner

Yēzi is a gatherer and and sucks at cooking

Ok so he's not BAD, he just has no patience for it

The best dish Lǐyú can make is shrimp friend rice

Everything else they are average at best

When they were dumped into BMW-verse they couldn't cook for shit and had to learn

Both of them would rather mooch off others/eat out

Dislikes PDA/Loves PDA

Lǐyú gets soooo flustered about it (in the beginning)

But then they realise how much Yēzi enjoys it/doesn't care about the opinions of others

Still a little shy about it, but otherwise enjoys it

Yēzi REVELS in it 🥰

Loves PDA even if he's not loud or flashy about it

A holdover from their time journeying through dangerous areas, monkey will find a way to keep touching Lǐyú, either through hand or tail

Overprotective/Chill Going

Yēzi can get a bit overprotective/smothering because he underestimates Lǐyú's overall uh

Toughness

No worries he learms soon enough that his travel buddy can hold out well enough

(At least until he can get there)

Lǐyú's more fussy than overprotective, until someone is rude to their Monkey

Then all bets are off

Has More Relationship Experience/Has NO Relationship Experience

Lǐyú is a certified Unrequited Love expert. Good at pining from afar, terrible luck with confessions 💔

That being said they've also been in a romantic relationship, which is more than monkey can say

Yēzi is so out of touch with his own feelings that he didn't realise he was in love with Lǐyú until they confess first

#s0rr3l's art #black myth wukong #black myth wukong oc #destined one x oc #liyu x yezi #liyu #this is fun and i get to ramble about my favourite lil guys

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itsangelll · 8 months ago

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𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮. ✰

A/n:hey cuties finally a fic out after a month 😭 this is a collab with @tomssexdoll I think we absolutely did amazing she’s a fabulous writer!! I hope you guys enjoy <33

parings: 2011 Mafia Bill x Freader

genre:angst to smut to fluff?

MDNI

warnings:A LOT of swearing p in v dom!bill sub!freader a bit of abuse please please do not read if your uncomfortable or sensitive with these topics!!

You and bill were forced to get married, the promise of your businesses improving if we did. You guys obviously agreed to this wanting to make as much money and more deals if you could.

You and bill had a lot of sex mainly during a middle of an argument, you were both very stubborn and immature, not willing to accept yours and his mistakes. You both had your good moments together not everything was terrible with him, sometimes he’d hold you and tell me how much he loved you, but his actions would be speak a lot more than words. Most nights Bill would be gone coming home at midnight or even later, lying to you constantly the question that always lingered in the back of your mind was that did he really love you or was he just using you?

You both had multiple fights a week some even becoming more abusive than usual, one got so bad he almost succeeded at throwing a chair at your head. You guys hated being like that towards each other but you couldn’t help it. It was way too stressful and overwhelming of being one of the top mafia couples in the world.

Bill came home late one night again saying goodbye to all his buddies as they sped off, he fiddled with the door before swinging it open and slamming it shut, You were in the lounge, it was pitch black having a cigarette lit your legs crossed, you felt like scaring him making him mad anything at all.

As he went to walk up the stairs you startled him with your voice, “And where the fuck where you exactly.” “Jesus Christ don’t scare me like that why are you in the dark for?” he grumbled before turning on a light noticing your red puffy eyes.

“Have..have you been crying?” he scoffed “As a matter of fact I have did you know how fucking worried I was about you what if you got shot?” You raised your voice after talking a long drag from your burning cigarette.

“Fuck sake like you’d care wether if I was dead or alive, can’t I have my fucking fun? I’ve been stuck here for a week with you for work” he went over to the liquor cabinet taking out his aged whiskey and sitting in his chair pouring the burnt umber drink into the glass.

“You’re a fucking asshole you know that right?” You glared at him your jaw slightly clenched “trust me I know” he lit a cigarette as well “you tell me everyday just as I tell you that you’re a whiny bitch all the time.” he gave you a sarcastic smile rolling his eyes and taking a huge sip from his whiskey.

“I can’t believe you just go out, stay out till 5 in the morning and I get no fucking call at all, you expect me to greet you with cookies and milk but yet you still think I’m a shit wife your the fucking, pathetic one here.” You shouted, “don’t yell at me you drive me up the wall here” Bill yelled back getting up from his chair and storming over to me, he grabbed your wrist with so much force pulling you up towering over you.

“oh you think you scare me? Nice try.” I snatched my wrist away, blowing the smoke in his face, Bill just stood there his gaze burning into mine a certain rage taking over him.

“You are so controlling can’t a grown man do what he wants when he wants?.” He huffed his chest heaving up and down in anger Bill was gonna snap at any moment. “I’m the controlling one here?! Aren’t you the one who gets mad at me for looking in another guys direction, you beat up any man I talk to refuse to let me go out when I’m apparently wearing something too “short” but yes bill I’m the controlling one you fucking hypocrite.” You scoffed shaking your head.

“At least I have good reasons, you’re the one getting upset over me being out late suck it up doll.” he spat his words cruel, “You just don’t get it do you? It’s not the fact that you’re out late I don’t give a shit do what you want, It’s the fact that I never got told where you are, I’m sitting here late at night wondering where you are and if I should call the police or not, I’m really fucking sorry for worrying about you is that so bad?” Your voice still raised anger coursing through your veins.

“You make me so fucking mad..” he grunted walking closer towards you narrowing his eyes at you. “Cry me a river,you’re a grown man aren’t you? Learn how to deal with your emotions properly.” You rolled your eyes, Bill grabbed your hair pulling you close “don’t fucking speak to me that way!!” he yelled inches away from your face.

You pushed him off slapping him harshly across the face leaving a bright red hand mark. “Don’t you ever fucking touch me like that” you screamed, “You know what I could kill you right now.” He yelled back rage in his voice.

“Shoot me then fucking shoot me.” I yelled my voice starting to strain. you and bill just stood there silent for a second both of your chests heaving up and down.

Without another word bill grabbed you by your waist and kissed you passionately his tongue entering your mouth searching for dominance, “Your so fucking whiny aren’t you” he muttered between kisses, his hand roughly slapping your ass you couldn’t help but moan. He pulled away from the kiss a string of salvia parting from your mouth, Grabbing your hand and taking you upstairs he had a pretty strong grip you almost couldn’t keep up.

When you guys made it to your room he threw you on the bed towering over you his dark brown orbs filled with such lust, wasting no time he ripped off your shirt then your jeans leaving you in nothing but your black lace set of lingerie. Bill groaned at the sight a large tent forming in his pants, “You’re so pretty f’me Schatzi” he said in a raspy voice, your breath hitched your core getting even more wet. Even though sometimes Bill was a complete prick you couldn’t help the affect he had on you.

He unclasped your bra and ripped off your underwear, your nipples and your wet cunt getting exposed to the cool air a shiver went down your spine running his fingers over your breasts. You whined “Don’t be a tease Billy this isn’t fair” he smirked and lifted your chin up “Does my doll want me fuck her dumb hm? Is that what you want?” His knee was rubbing your clit non stop, you could burst any second nodding desperately Bill without any hesitation removed his belt in one swift move, his jeans and boxers pool at his ankles letting his cock spring free.

Even though how many time you guys have fucked you could never get over how big he was. Bill swiped a finger at your folds his finger now coated with your arousal “I haven’t even done anything yet and your already wet for me doll you’re just that desperate aren’t you?” You couldn’t answer, He snickered without another warning he slammed into you then pulling back out fully before filling you up once again. You moaned loudly the way his cock fit your pussy was amazing, His hands made their way down to your waist gripping tightly bound to leave marks tomorrow. “Fuck Jesus you feel s’good around my cock love gonna fill this slutty hole with my cum” he groaned out.

Bill moved at a rapid pace his tip kissing your cervix perfectly moans were spilling out of you uncontrollably, you were in pure ecstasy, your walls clenched around him every time he hit that gummy spot the knot in your stomach growing tighter with each passing second “Mm Bill fuck fuck I’m close!” you breathed out he moved his hand down to your clit rubbing his thumb in fast circles, “Cum on this cock for me doll” he whispered you were about to break.

Those words were all you needed to hear, your legs shaking bringing you over the brink you screamed out his name cumming all over his cock, “Fuck baby that’s it” Bill let out a low growl before shooting his cum inside you thank god you were on the pill. He collapsed on top of you, lifting his head up and pressing a kiss to your temple, “You okay my sweet girl? Did I go to rough?” he said in worry, you smiled “Yes billy I’m okay it was amazing” you replied.

“I’m sorry about the fight earlier Liebe you just mean to much to me and I can’t lose you ever I don’t know what I’d do” you were in awe “Billy you aren’t ever going to lose me I promise you that” you took his hand in yours and kissed him passionately you really did love him.

A/n:I hope you guys enjoyed! Me and @tomssexdoll worked really really hard on this, she did an amazing job. but I’m glad I’m writing again, I’m gonna try and write more mwah bye cuties <33

Taglist:

@itsmealaiah

@noellethinks

@jadedchar

@madzandmore

@memzyyy

@tomssexdoll

#tokio hotel #tom kaulitz #tokio hotel x reader #billkaulitz #georg listing #gustav schäfer #bill kaulitz smut

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hers-underwraps · 15 days ago

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WAKE UP EVERYONE IT'S OCTOREVIEW TIME!!

HAZARDOUS HABITATS MY BELOVED

(I know this post is LONG overdue (it's been sitting in my drafts since November) but I was taking a break sorry)

I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY ABOUT THIS EPISODE.

HAZARDOUS HABITATS MORE LIKE A HAZARD FOR MY HEART

This episode is absolutely one of my favourite Above and Beyond episode because it had so much to offer. Aside for the fact that it was absolutely adorable there were so many authentic character moments for both Dashi and Shelligton that I was genuinely going feral.

ALSO for anyone that ships Dashton this is THEIR episode. This combo is so iconic; they're such cuties and can talk about their passions effortlessly with each other. Genuinely love them so much.

Right from the get-go the episode is set up perfectly, they're both going out to get some photos for shellington's creature collection in extreme habitats. Dashi loves photography and extreme environments, and Shellington loves niche creatures and his collection; it's a win-win mission for both of them.

“Don’t worry shellington I can get you your photos in any conditions, extreme wind, extreme rain, extreme snow-“

They're so cute and passionate, Shellington is like "I really want these photos but they're lowkey impossible to get" and Dashi's like "heh buddy don't sweat it. I've got you bro"

“No worries, Tweak upgraded my wandercam to handle the heat, the cold, the wet pretty much anything so I say let’s go!”

LIKE THEY'RE JUST SO AHHHHHHH

Massive shoutout to Shellington to having so many loser moments in this episode as well.

E.g. He getting scared by the thorny devil (like bro I thought you were an expert on these things) and Dashi picking up the lid after he spills the water everywhere

PLUS THE ULTIMATE LOSER MOVE

Him being like "Erm be careful, it's really slippery here 🤓☝️" and his goofy ass just instantly fell into a puddle

He's honestly a little pathetic throughout the whole episode and Dashi has to pick him up (they are literally girl boss and malewife)

Then oml there was this when they were trying to get more photos but they had to climb because of the rocks

“You mean up there?!?" *gulp*

(He's like damn girl are you being fr right now?!?)

“Ah, sure. we’ll use our climbing claws! Easy peasy”

LIKE SHE SAYS THAT AND WINKS AT HIM LIKE?!?! (OML I'M NOT NORMAL ABOUT THIS)

“Ah, right easy peasy…”

HE KNOWS HE AIN'T BUILT FOR THIS. Plus to top it all off when he's climbing up the rocks he's like

“Easy peasy, is making me queasy".

Genuinely them at the tepui's was genuinely so assuming. They're being stupid, falling in puddles, messing with each other, watching this poor pebble toad on the camera and being like

"Oooh toad" 😯

"AHH tarantula" 😧

"Omg she's falling! Bro does she need help?" 😨

"Nah she's alright, they do that sometimes" 😐

*toad starts drowning * "how about now?" 😰

"oh yeah NOW she's trouble, she can't swim lol" 😬

It was such a we share a single brain cell moment but hey they got their photo. Then at that end of all of it when the toad is telling them what a good climber she is and shellington says "heh, at least that makes one of us". He's so comedic throughout the whole episode.

Honestly, both of them are so casual with each other. They can make jokes and puns which we don't usually get a lot from these two. Dashi's lingo isn't as serious and she's openly going on rants about topics throughout the episode (which again is great because we love dorky Dashi moments). Shellington is a lot more willing with trying uncomfortable things (Especially after watching the Kilimanjaro climb, shellington was just outright refusing to do anything he wasn't familiar with for half of the episode).

All of this shows how comfortable they are with each other, they are more authentic and vulnerable which is a major kudos to the quality of their relationship.

THEN there was the Sistema Huautla

OMG just look at how happy she is! Like yes! Deepest cave in the western hemisphere! Let’s jump right in!

Also a quick side note, why did they make the Sistema Huautla look so shallow. I get it's would be hard to do but it's 1560 metres deep? THAT'S ABSOLUTELY TERRIFYING!!?!?! ORIGINALLY, I thought Shellington was being a bit of wuss but oml you would NEVER catch me in here.

ANYWAY, back to them.

Despite the Sistema Huautla being that deep Dashi's like "yeah we'll just climb down there to get our photos" (Although I guess she's really just going back to her roots)

“We still have our climbing claws so easy peasy!”

(She's so nonchalant about all of these extremes. It's funny. Shellington's like "hey these are some of the most dangerous habitats in the world" and she's deadass like "easy peasy")

“Where have I heard that before”

He's so the voice of reason like "girl bffr this AIN'T easy peasy"

She's honestly just thriving, landing like a pro and smiling the whole time, completely unfazed; it's just so Dashi.

Then the ledge breaks and shellington nearly falls to his death...

Nice.... (help he's so damsel in distress coded)

Dashi's like ah well shit I can't get you out of this one by myself...

The change up in their attitude is so crazy they go from happy go lucky yay we’re in a cave let’s beg the blind scorpion for photos to damn these extreme habitats are actually dangerous. We might die.

They call the crew and Ryla's on their way to help them out but obviously, she's not going to get their before that tiny ledge breaks away.

Then there's this scene where they need to weigh up saving the photos or shellington. Shellington's all for keeping the photos (even at the expense of himself) but Dashi pulls through with a classic Dashi moment (I love it when Dashi has moments the relate well back to the OG series (well the few dashi centred episodes anyway). It was very manta ray episode core)

“Saving you is more important then saving the photos”

She ejects those photos they worked so hard to get (much to shellington's despair) and gets him down to the bottom safely. Gotta love her "sacrifice everything to save the ones I care about" mentality Then Ryla gets there and everything is aye-okay.

Tweak was so silly and casual when these two finally rescued.

“Hi guys, guess you two will do anything to get a photo of a critter”

She summed up their dynamic so well it's great.

It's genuinely so funny how chill the girls are throughout these extreme situations. It's so in character too. I can imagine if it was a different combination of characters they would be freaked. But these three? Ryla, Dashi, Tweak? Yeah, they're not that phased at all.

Then when they were wrapping everything up and showing all of their work to the others (because thank got the camera and survived falling down the 1560m cave) they were so adorable.

Shellington was so proud of all the photos they managed to get in 1 day (like yes guys we slayed so hard) then when he realised he actually got the photo of the scorpion he shoved everyone out of the way

Just look at how happy he is!

Another side note: This episode was so pretty! I thoroughly enjoyed this scene in the ray, the aesthetic was immaculate. All the places they visited were so pretty and cool too!

Finally as a little cherry on top, Dashi's on an extreme adventure high after all this excitement and she starts going on a rant (gosh I love it when she rants, dorky Dashi for the win). They can both be such dorks when they are on a roll which is something I adore about them.

“Then why stop now? We can climb up Mount Everest, the highest altitude mountain in the world and find some Himalayan jumping spiders !”

He's just horrified. They nearly died and now she wants to go and climb Mount Everest. She's just a lil crazy and obsessive, just a lil...

“Oh thanks, but I’ve had enough extreme adventure for one day. The next thing I’m climbing into is my bunk”

Just look at those glares. It's so funny bye.

I love how they are both so obsessive over their passion it makes them such a perfect pair. Shellington is willing to risk dying for his research and Dashi's ready to put herself in extremely life-threatening situations and just do it all again for her photos.

Tweak said it herself. They really are willing to do anything for their passion.

And for each other.

(They are so stupidly in love. Lord help me.)

Anyways, this episode is in my top 5 for Above and Beyond. 10/10 thoroughly enjoyed it. Nearly died because of how good it was.

Thats all I have to say for now.

Byeeeee

#octonauts #octonauts dashi #octonauts shellington #dashton #this episode is everything to me #you don't understand #I can't believe there a 30 image limit per post #I'm gonna have to do a photodump #also sorry I went on a side tangent there about the caves but oml caves like the genuinely terrify me #I lowkey had a calamaroo bear moment. Spiders? Chill. Bears? chill. The ocean? no sweat? Caves and being trapped in small spaces? kill me #I might be captain barnacles gang #I've heard too many stories #But the episode was great well written it ate #I could say more but I've gushed enough over this episode #thank you kim for making me want to write this after reminding me of how cute this episode is #they are such lovers #DASHTON FOREVER #Also dashi being so chill about extremes is so Australian coded #like pal your extreme is my backyard #l/bozo/unfazed #octoreview

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temporarywelcome · 3 months ago

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The X-Factor - Peter Maximoff

Chapter Two: Playful Flirting

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader

Fic Summary: Peter Maximoff and Alex Summers liked being X-Men, they really did. However, they both felt like they could be so much... more. And so they found themselves as film students traveling to a secluded farm in Texas for a documentary project, Peter immediately smitten with the owner's daughter, Y/N. However, Y/N, her parents, and the rest of the farm seem to be hiding a terrible, evil, secret.

CHAPTER WARNINGS: swearing, sex talk (no smut)

Read Chapter One!

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"I'm gonna be a star."

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Word Count: 1.4k

Camera in hand, Peter and Alex left their musty ass cabin and surveyed the farm, brainstorming ideas.

“You should find the hot farm girl and ask her for that tour now,” Alex told him with a smirk, wiggling his eyebrows, “And if she’s okay with it, we can film it for th doc,”

“Uhuh,” Peter wasn’t fucking listening. His eyes were staring dead at the hot farm girl Alex spoke of, Y/N, who was at the stable. She was so far, he could barely see her, yet his damn eyes weren’t leaving her for a second.

“Damn,” Alex rolled his eyes, “I take back what I said about Ms. Cowgirl giving you ‘fuck me’ eyes. It was 100% you giving them to her,”

“Mhm,”

“Peter,” Alex reached out and flicked his cheek, making him flinch.

“What?” he grumbled, swatting Alex’s hand away swiftly.

“Ask your little girlfriend to take us on that tour,”

“Oh. Yeah.” Peter scurried off with that super speed of his, Alex sighing and walking over.

“Hi, Y/N,” Peter said, already uncomfortably close to her. He awkwardly cleared his throat, taking a step back, “Whatcha doin’?”

Y/N jumped when he suddenly appeared in front of her, giggling softly, “Ah! You sure are fast, Mr.”

It then occurred to him it seemed she had no clue who he was. He was an X-Man for crying out loud, most people knew who he was.

Well, an Ex-X-Man. But still.

“Oh, um, yeah,” he replied, “I'm a mutant.”

“I figured,” she replied, “Don't let my mama or daddy know that, they think yalls a bunch of freaks,”

“Er, noted,”

“Your film buddy a mutant too?”

“Yeah,” Who cares about Alex? Peter was right in front of her!

“At least yall look ‘normal’.” Y/N shrugged, filling a bucket up, “Well, except yer hair,”

Peter's hand instinctively when to his silver strands, running his fingers through it, “True,” he frowned.

"Don't worry 'bout it. I rather like it,"

Cue the reddening cheeks, "...You do?"

"Mhm," and suddenly those warm hands were touching his hair and he saw angels. Holy cow. "They're unique. I like 'em,"

Red as a tomato. That's what he was. And so all he could do was giggle nervously, playing with the hem of his shirt as he watched her set the bucket down in a stall.“So… whatcha doing?” he repeated, trying to keep the conversation going.

“Oh, just feedin’ the horses,” she replied, “Ever ridden one before?”

“No,” Peter shook his head, eyeing the horse in curiosity, “I don’t think I’ve even seen one in person before,”

“Wanna pet her?”

He hesitated, watching the overwhelmingly tall and burly creature in the stall, “She bite?”

Y/N laughed, “No,” she took his hand, and he thought he would start levitating in the air. He went to intertwine their fingers, then his dumb ass realized she grabbed it to pet the horse. Damn.

She brought his hand to the horse’s neck, gently patting the rough skin. His eyes brightened almost immediately, “Woah,”

Giggling, she moved a bit closer to him, making his cheeks flush. “They have strong skin. Wanna brush her?”

Peter excitedly nodded, biting his bottom lip in nervousness. He then pouted as she released his hand from her grip. He continued to cautiously pet the horse as she grabbed a brush.

“Here, like this,” she demonstrated how to brush the horse’s hair as Alex finally entered the stable.

“You got distracted?” he mused, crossing his arms over his chest.

Peter shrugged, “Maybe,” Y/N handed him the brush and with a shy smile, he brushed the horse the same way she did. He awkwardly cleared his throat, “Hey, Y/N…?”

“Yes, suga’?”

Oh. he almost vomited out rainbows. Pure Skittles. Holy fuck. He wasn’t sure why a simple name had him practically trembling at the knees, but he fucking was. Holy fuck.

“Um,” his brain completely short-circuited, and he looked like a fucking idiot, “Can we have that tour now?”

“ ‘We’ ?” she glanced at Alex, “ ‘We’s a lot of people,”

Peter could tell Alex was offended by that. Neither of them knew the extent of Y/N’s offer. It was only for him. Not Alex.

“Oh,” he bit his bottom lip, awkwardly glancing at Alex then at his feet, “My bad,”

“It is what it is,” she put down the brush, “Lemme finish ‘ere and I’ll take ya both on the tour,”

Peter sighed in relief, giving her a little smile, “Thank you,”

Y/N walked off, and Alex rolled his eyes practically to the back of his head, “Might as well fuck, you two.”

“Jealous?” Peter teased, feeling giddy. He practically had the zoomies, bouncing from one side of the stable to the next, “I think she likes me,”

“She miiiiight just want your dick, bro,”

Peter stopped with the zoomies, pausing, “What?”

Alex laughed, hesitantly reaching out a hand for a horse to sniff, “You think that hot chick has just miraculously fallen in love with you?”

“Well, no,” To be honest, he kind of just assumed Y/N was just as much of a lonely loser as he was and was starved for a relationship.

“I’ll bet twenty bucks she just wants dick, man,”

Peter sighed. Alex was his best friend, yes, but sometimes he really ruined Peter’s self-esteem. And so he clamped his mouth shut, suddenly not so giddy.

Y/N returned, wiping her hands on her overalls, “Alrighty fellas, follow me.”

And Peter was back to following her around like a lost puppy, even though he knew that Alex was probably right. Alex was always right, wasn’t he?

“Can we film you?” Alex asked, holding up his camera.

She smirked, doing a little twirl. God, she was so cute. “Of course. Gotta get used to ‘em cameras now, yeah?”

“Right,” Alex nodded and grinned, “Because you’re going to be a star!”

Damn you, Alex. He was always so good with his words. Always the one chatting up girls and getting dates. Peter was supposed to be the imagination of the duo, the writer, he was supposed to be the one good with words, but when it cames to girls his brain would immediately shut down. With girls, Alex was Shakespeare level, while Peter was… just ass.

“Damn right Imma be a star,” Y/N giggled, practically skipping now. Of course Alex was the one able to make her smile like that. “Can you see me in a big time drama film?” she struck a pose and holy fuck she was the cutest girl ever.

“Leading role,” Peter replied with a grin, trying to come up with a compliment that would bring her attention towards him. “I can see you outdoing Brooke Shields,”

Y/N’s eyes brightened, “I saw a few films with her in ‘em. She a true beauty,”

“Nothing compared to you though…” he was complimenting her, but he was sure he was blushing way harder than her.

“A star in the making,” Alex agreed, “I know just the genre I could see you in.”

“Oh? And what would that be?”

Alex smirked, “It’s not an appropriate genre,”

What the fuck. Maybe Peter and Alex should have discussed the boundaries friends don’t cross. Peter was obviously infatuated with this chick, why won’t Alex back the fuck off?

Y/N tilted her head to the side, “Not an appropriate genre?” she asked cluelessly, “I don’t know many genres, to be frank. We don’t have a television at home so I always gotta bike to town to see a film,”

Peter sighed in relief, glad she didn’t understand Alex’ gross flirtations. “Can we focus on the tour, please?”

“Right,” Alex held up his camera, “So we can film you?”

“Yessiree,” Y/N replied.

And so began the tour of butt fuck Springlake Farms. Alex, being the cinematography guy, was focused on getting shots of all the scenery they passed by, while Peter’s camera was stuck on one subject… Y/N. He was convinced she was the most beautiful thing to grace this forsaken Earth. God created humans and gave her as an apology.

And suddenly she was talking to him, and he wasn’t even fucking listening. He blinked, trying to steady his thoughts, “...huh?” he asked dumbly.

Y/N giggled, “I said you catchin’ flies,”

He flushed in embarrassment, not realizing his mouth was open this whole time like a damn fucking idiot. “Er, no I wasn’t!”

Alex better cut this damn part out of the film.

Y/N just laughed, pushing a strand of silver hair from his face, “You’re special. There ain’t nobody else out there like you,”

And he was dead.

Well, no, he wasn’t, that would have been crazy.

But he felt like he had just died and gone to heaven.

She thought he was special.

Nobody was like him.

Later that day, Alex had laughed, shaking his head and saying, “She barely knows you. She was definitely just flirting,”

Okay, and? Peter didn't give a fuck.

Flirting or not, it didn't sound too bad.

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tunastime · 9 months ago

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Restful Dreaming, Mr. Freelancer

hi everyone :3 so um. I may have gotten very much into rvb smiles. and you know what happens when I really love something! and when I really love some guys from a something! yeap. here we go again. I just think caboose could be friends with everyone. I'm a caboose enjoyer what can I say. I love him.

Washington follows the Blue Team back to Valhalla, where he tries to get some much needed rest. Emphasis on tries. (3828 words)

When Tucker and Caboose find the unused, fourth room in the base, it’s Tucker that sweeps his arm out and gestures grandly to the room around them. It’s not very large—bed, closet, table, desk, bathroom. Enough space to walk around in—enough blue-white light to make sure nobody goes insane in somewhere so dark. Caboose goes on about how they’re almost neighbors, listing off what they could do being so close, gossip and sleepovers and the like, and Tucker goes on about how that’s nice, Caboose, and sure thing, buddy, and both speak to a Wash that’s not listening. He’s looking over the room, filtering in through a fine layer of yellow, just enough to change the hue from cool to warm, and something settles in the slope of his shoulders. He turns after a beat, folding his arms.

“You’re certain I can stay here?” he asks. Tucker shrugs.

“Yeah, I mean…” he starts, in the way that Tucker always seemed to do when he was on the edge of a decision that ultimately made him uncomfortable. “Just repaying the favor. Plus you’re the only one who really knows how to get Church outta that thing.”

“Epsilon,” Wash corrects. “And it’s a memory unit, not a thing.”

“Sure,” Tucker shrugs. “Whatever.”

“We still don’t know where that thing is,” Wash says, but it’s without any of the usual bored sting he might’ve normally laid on. He can feel the worry in the room like water around the ankles, like it invaded his boots. He steps side to side for a moment, trying to shake the feeling.

“We’ll find it!” Caboose pipes up, nodding several times. “We’ll find Church. I know we will.”

Wash sighs.

“Yeah,” he says. “I hope so.”

There’s a beat of silence. Wash feels his lungs work against the tight feeling in his shoulders all the way up until the point where Caboose breaks the silence.

“I’m going to go make lunch,” he says. “I’m starving.”

“Good point, Caboose,” Tucker agrees. He turns to Wash as he adds: “You, uh, let us know if you need anything. You’ve got the tour, now, so…”

Wash nods.

“Right,” he manages. “Thanks.”

“Sure thing.”

The silence leftover is mostly full of the sound of air circulating through the room and pulling into his helmet. Washington stands in the room in that long moment, finding his head spinning just enough to rock his balance. He’s not so sure he should even be standing, but Tucker had handed him enough med-kits to keep him running, and his bones felt mostly in place, despite some nasty bruising up his shoulder and back, all the way down his right hip and thigh and knee. He pulls himself from his stuck spot, finally gathering the strength to unlatch his helmet. Both thumbs hook under his chin until it clicks, and he sets it in the armor stand.

The thing about the armor is that they’re not necessarily supposed to take it off. It does come off, huge chunks of titanium alloy perfectly compressed to fit each wearer, to sit comfortably against layers of computer arrays and magnetic fasteners, bolts and straps and sealers. As soon as he starts pulling, chest pieces and arm braces come loose, and he sheds the exosuit slowly. Underneath is the cool-black bodysuit. That’s the part that really shouldn’t come off. It did, every once in a while, when there was enough time to spend recalibrating, readjusting, resyncing. The suit and all its layers, down to the skin, down to the channel of his spine, from tailbone to nape of neck, aligned with sensors and biocomponents along a fine, white scar to a thick, but equally healed one at the base of his skull, took time to adjust to. That time was precious.

But it didn’t matter with this suit. There was no connection. The suit would simply communicate without having to know, would respond to forces it knew best, and rely on what he had without a physical, grounding connection. He was free of it. The scar and its components would fade from his body. They’d be nothing but a memory.

Carefully, Wash dissects the titanium bodysuit—kevlar—coming apart at the seam, carefully fastened, skin-tight. It’s uncomfortable at first, adjusting to the air of the base, without the suit’s micro-adjustments for temperature and humidity, but he eventually shirks free and places everything in the armor compartment.

He feels light. He also feels exposed and a little small. He searches for any sort of replacement, sleeping clothes, uniforms, anything plastered with UNSC across the arm or chest or back. When he does find it, he’s quick to pull it on and over his head. The shirt falls crooked across him, pants similarly too large, and he has to wonder what sort of Spartan these were made for, knowing how he certainly wasn’t the smallest soldier he’d met. It’s something, though, and he doubts he’ll be wearing it for very long. In fact, he finds himself tugging it off as soon as he figures out the shower, and douses himself in hot water long enough to get the plastic smell off his skin.

Without the shadow of the day, his reflection in the mirror takes on a sunken quality. His eyes are dark and tired, lines stretching out underneath them, and the already-pale, now-bony quality of his face does little to hide it. He’s turned all sharp angles all too quickly. But if he’s got anyone to bitch to it would be himself. Well, maybe Caboose and Tucker would listen. But they probably wouldn’t understand. Epsilon might’ve ratted out his bad sleeping habits to Caboose, were he still around to actually see them. But he very well was half the reason they existed, so, touche.

Besides, now Wash was looking out on a bed that was impossibly too big for him. He pulls back far too many layers of blankets and pushes aside pillows and makes himself a space between it all.

The lights are dim, casting long, fine shadows in the cool light. They dim further to a blackness as he settles, lying back in the few pillows and pulling still-starchy sheets around him. His tired body all but sinks into the mattress, body aching at every joint from overuse, begging to stay and to be comforted. It's there he lies for a moment, adjusting to weight and pressure, air and texture around him. He sighs. It’s the longest exhale in what feels like a very long time. The back of his throat, up through his nose, starts to burn.

He squeezes his eyes shut. He takes a sharp breath in.

Washington’s hands come up on instinct, pressing the heels of his hands to his eyes as he fights back a sound from deep in his chest. It’s hard—it feels so stupid to call this hard, because he could just crack, just for a second. Just for a moment of relief, and—he does, shutting his eyes tight still and willing in a breath through his nose as he turns his face into pillows that he hopes were nobody else's and probably never were and never would be again. Nobody knows he’s alive. Not Command, not Project Freelancer, not the Meta—Maine. Not even Epsilon. For now. The weight off his shoulders was so instant it nearly winded him, on a bed seemingly too large. It was simply him, unshackled, and the blue-white armor in its case, and Caboose, and Tucker. And the base around him was quiet.

Washington lets his body relax. Sleep comes like a heavy blanket.

His second week’s worth of sleep doesn’t go as well. Tonight, Wash is still awake. It’s not of his own choice—if it were he’d already be asleep, curled into the plush pillows and firm mattress. He stares up at the ceiling. His eyes are dry, and it’s not all that comfortable to blink, actually. He’d prefer to focus on sinking into this nice bed, but he’s having a bit of a hard time. What he means by nice bed is that he’s gotten so used to sleeping on the ground or in the back seat of a moving Warthog or the jet or his cot so folded and unfolded that it stopped being comfortable, or the bunk that was just the right size but not nearly deep enough to fit him without moving, that having actual room to move around is really good. It’s really good, actually, and he’s not sure when the last time he had such a nice sleep was.

He’s not even sure when he woke up that first day, aside from the fact that it was Caboose waking him up and it was still dark out—or had just gotten that way. Maybe he’d slept that whole day. But he wandered around the Valhalla base instead, swallowing down the ache low in his spine. He mapped the rooms in his head, twisting around the circular hallways. Kitchen, armory, five rooms, garage, a small central living quarters that remained barren and empty, aside from bits of broken computers, radios, and robot parts. The floor still smelled like cleaner, remnant from the UNSC’s thorough cleaning.

Anyway—he’s still awake in his own room. His eyes hurt. He’s looking into the dark grey ceiling and wondering if sleep might crawl its way back to him when there’s a knock on the door. There’s a brief pause before it happens again. He frowns, scrubbing at his eyes as his brain fights the fog settling over it.

“Agent Washington,” a voice says, feigning a whisper through the sliding door.

“Caboose?” he whispers back, furrowing his eyebrows. Isn’t it late? He looks over to the bedside table, reading the dull red numbers on the clock—yeah. Late. “What are you still doing up?”

He hears Caboose sigh. If he thinks hard enough he can imagine him leaning against the metal frame, cheek pressed against the door, looking about as pathetic as he sounds.

“I can’t sleep,” he says, part tired and almost part sad.

“Why’s that?”

“I—” Caboose lowers his voice even further. “I had a nightmare.”

Wash blinks slowly, sitting up, eyebrows still furrowed as he frowns. He counts himself lucky that his head isn’t spinning from lying down too much. Sighing, he presses his fingers to his eyes, rubbing the sleep from them, trying to make the blurry room come back into focus.

“You—” he tsks as he words jumble in his brain, hazy with sleep. “Why did you come here?”

“Can I come sleep with you?” Caboose asks, completely ignoring the previous question. Heels of the hands to his eye sockets. Alright. Fine. He waves uselessly at the door, knowing full well Caboose can’t see him. Then it clicks in his brain: response. Right.

When Wash goes to give him an answer, it’s replaced by the sound of his bedroom door sliding open and shut and Caboose wandering in. The muddled dark obscures his silhouette more than usual and the normally wide slope of his shoulders was much more drawn in than Wash was expecting. He’s partially shrouded by his own blanket, wrapped around him as he steps in.

Wash feels something rolling around in his chest as he watches Caboose shuffle over, like his brain isn’t absorbing the situation properly. He mostly just feels lost. He’s still sitting up, slouched forward, mouth a fine line. His arms pool in his lap, head tilted just so as he observes Caboose in front of him. This is weird, right? Not in a bad way. It’s just weird.

Caboose stands there, frowning just a little bit, enough to almost be a pout, mostly looking at the bedside and not at Washington.

“I—” Wash starts, trying to protest. Caboose looks up at him for a moment with wide, brown eyes, and Wash feels his chest tighten. He shuts his eyes, sighing out of his nose. Then he pulls the covers back, gesturing vaguely to the space next to him as he lies back down. If there was one thing he’d learned from Caboose, it was that there was no arguing a point once he’d made his mind up. He was as stubborn as he was strong, and the man wasn’t slight.

There’s a beat of silence as Washington gets comfortable again against the mattress again, feeling Caboose move to his left. He worms around a bit, knee bumping the outside of Wash’s leg, elbows knocking together as Caboose makes more of Wash’s bed his own space. With Caboose’s arm now pinning his own, he clears his throat.

“Caboose,” he says firmly.

“Washington,” Caboose says, like his name holds the same weight as it did so long ago. At least someone’s impressed.

He sighs. Caboose is a heavy, warm weight against his side, and although he clings to his left arm like his life might depend on it, Washington couldn’t necessarily call it bad.

“You can either get comfortable,” he says slowly. “Or I’m going to ask you to leave.”

“Okay,” Caboose says quickly, wriggling further over. As his head lolls, it falls against the bone of the high of Wash’s shoulder. He ends up curled up in the space Wash’s side leaves open, head on his shoulder and arm over his ribcage. He’s heavy, holding himself and Wash to the mattress as he relaxes. Wash’s arm ends up pinned under him, bendable at the elbow, enough to shift around and find a comfortable spot to rest it. Caboose manages to pull the blankets over them both haphazardly, lying part on him and part over Washington’s torso. He squeezes his eyes shut. Caboose cannot be serious. This can’t be his solution, right? He takes a long breath in. Caboose finally says:

“Thank you, Washington,” in a soft and sleepy voice mostly muffled by his shoulder.

Washington sighs.

“Sure, Caboose,” he says, resigned. “Glad I could help.”

Caboose hums, sounding comfortable. In the time it takes for Caboose to finally knock out, how short of a time that was, Wash finally relaxes. He lets the weight around him settle him on the mattress, tired and heavy, and lets his eyes close. He can’t catch the edge of sleep just yet, but he can lay here, quiet and still, so that Caboose can sleep. He matches the slow rise and fall of Caboose’s shoulders, feeling his muscles slacken as he drifts off. Maybe it’s nice, actually. The weight against his side, pressure to the muscles that ache, warmth and heavy comfort. He can’t remember the last time someone shared the same bed space as him—those bunks were too small to really fall asleep next to somebody in, and sleeping in shifts wasn’t the same as someone sleeping against you.

He can faintly feel where Caboose’s cheek is crushed against his shoulder, where his arm rests over his chest, hand tucked against his other side. When he looks over, Caboose’s eyes have shut, face relaxed in sleep. There, he leans, pressing his cheek to the top of Caboose’s head, squeezing his eyes shut. Maybe it is nice. Maybe being needed for something so innocent as comfort could be nice. His chest twists, something as painful as it is warm weaseling up next to his lungs.

It reminds him of Invention. Nobody really wanted to leave York alone after the accident on the training room floor. He could fall or trip, he could miscalculate and hit into something harder than expected. They spent time crammed into the bunk spaces, shoulders to shoulders, to hips, to legs over knees, trying to catch sleep in between missions, how little time that was. Washington found himself in these moments more often than not, and now more than ever it seemed that touch was a thing not often disseminated. But he had it now, and he let himself have it. He let Caboose snore into the hollow of his shoulder and tuned it out as he tried to rest.

In the morning he’ll ask him what bothered him so much that he couldn’t sleep, or why he thought Wash could help. It wasn’t important now.

For now, he just tries to sleep.

Wash feels heavy.

He blinks his eyes open, the world coming to in barely-there light and soft blankets. There’s a weight over him, warm and solid. Caboose still sleeps soundly even as Wash shifts to stretch pins and needles from his left arm. The world stays still, held in a quiet balance. In it, Caboose breathes slowly and evenly against his shoulder, torso still haphazardly thrown across Wash’s chest. He’s curled his hand in a loose fist, snagging part of Wash’s shirt.

Washington sighs. There lingers a heavy, groggy feeling over his mind that he thinks he’ll have a hard time shaking, remnants of running too hard, too fast without stopping. He fought so hard only to again come up empty handed, aside from the now-bitter taste of his freedom. But for now he focuses on this moment. He rests his cheek against the top of Caboose’s head.

As he does, Caboose hums, waking enough to tense and relax again.

“Good morning, Caboose,” Wash manages tiredly, lying still. Caboose doesn’t move either, except to shift his cheek to a more comfortable position.

“Hello, Washington,” Caboose says, slow and sleep-thick but cheery. “You let me stay!”

Wash huffs out something, maybe a laugh and maybe a sigh.

“You’re surprised?” Wash asks, staring at the ceiling. It takes a minute for Caboose to answer, and in that time, Wash’s eyes shut, too heavy to hold open. Caboose draws his arm back from his chest.

“Tucker’s not very cuddly,” he says, only partially answering the question. “I can’t really judge if people will like it.”

“I take it not many do?” He asks. Caboose shrugs, somewhat stilted, speaking in that long, sighing way that he does.

“It varies.”

Wash hums.

“Right.”

In a beat of silence, Caboose unravels himself. He sits up, swaying a bit, shuffling around. It leaves a cold hollow where he used to lie, and Wash pulls his arm back from where it used to curl around him. He folds his hands over his sternum as Caboose sits up and shifts back.

“How did you sleep!” He asks, leaning forward, arms resting on his knees. Wash nods, finally blinking his eyes open.

“It was fine,” he says slowly. “How did you sleep?”

Caboose shrugs again.

“I slept okay—” he says. “You scared off all my bad dreams I think.”

Wash snorts, furrowing his eyebrows. Caboose blinks down at him with wide eyes. It’s almost catlike, the way he watches over him, like he’s waiting for Wash to reach out and force him to move out of his space. He’s still slightly blurry, courtesy of the sleep in Wash’s eyes.

“I did?” Wash asks. Caboose nods, looking sincere

“Yep.”

Wash looks away, huffing out. Something turns in his chest, warmly at that.

“Well that’s good,” he says. Caboose nods again. He’s just far enough away that in the dim lighting Washington can’t really read his face, but it seems soft and comfortable and Wash tries to remember if that’s a good thing. There’s only so many times you see someone’s face while being out in the field that you sort of just learn reactions based on tone and less on body language. After a beat, Wash says, haltingly, brain trying to find the words:

“Caboose, what… what is it that you had a nightmare about? What—why did you come to me?”

Caboose shrugs, waving his hands back and forth. He’s not looking at him.

“Oh, you know, just about Church and Epsilon, and Tex, and you, and everyone dying and exploding and dying again,” he sighs, shoulders falling, looking distinctly less bothered than Wash expects him to be. It puts something cold-to-cool in the pit of his stomach. “But it’s okay, you’re still here! And nightmares are afraid of you.”

Wash swallows.

“Oh,” he says lamely. It doesn’t feel right, all of a sudden, to just be sitting here. Caboose tilts his head at him.

“Did you have a nightmare, Agent Washington?” he asks, leaning forward a bit. He squints at him. Wash stares back, eyes wide. “You look kinda pale.”

“Um, no,” he says plainly. “No I don’t… normally dream.”

“Oh,” Caboose says. His face drops. “That sounds sad.”

Wash shakes his head.

“It’s fine.”

Caboose hums, tapping his hands on his knees.

“You can tell me if you ever have a nightmare,” he says, smiling, a pleased look crossing his face. “I can come and scare it away.”

Wash snorts, a smile creeping onto his face. He folds his hands together, tracing out the edge of his thumb with his other thumb. He furrows his eyebrows as he looks up at Caboose.

“Are you looking for an excuse to sleep next to someone?” He asks, a curious lilt to his voice. Caboose blinks, eyes falling to his hands. He shrugs.

“No…” he says. Then, “Maybe.”

“Well it…” Wash sighs, shutting his eyes again. “It was nice. Thank you, Caboose.”

“Mhm,” Caboose says sleepily.

There’s a moment of silence. Wash moves to get more comfortable, shifting back to rest his head properly on the pillows. He can feel his body sag as he does, that tired tug pulling on his shoulders and hips and eyes. He drums his fingers against his sternum, watching Caboose. Caboose’s eyes slip shut for a moment as he leans hand against his hand.

“I’m uh…going to try to get some more sleep,” he finally manages, clearing his throat. Caboose stays still, as if he’s fallen asleep again, shoulders weakly rising and falling as he breathes. “Caboose?”

There’s no answer. Caboose leans sideways as Wash goes to reach for him, folding like he’d lost all his core stability. As he crumples, he falls forward, half onto Wash in front of him, half into the bed itself.

“Caboose,” Wash tries again. Caboose doesn’t move, sinking further into his side.

Wash sighs. Caboose stays, solid and heavy and thrown over his chest. He feels like a little kid again, sharing a room with his sisters, or he feels like it’s some time back in training, both cats making their home on his chest. Caboose was kind of like a cat. If a cat were a dog, were late to the punch, were the same level as unable to catch the joke as he was. It was kind of sweet. Wash shifts him ever so slightly, until he’s leaning into his side again, head against his shoulder.

Caboose yawns, sighing out against his shoulder, shuffling to get comfortable. Wash curls his arm over his back, hand cupping around his shoulder, smoothing his thumb over the seam of his shirt. Caboose makes a little noise, a little sigh, and falls quiet. The world, too, is warm and quiet. Somewhere in that warmth, a soothing feeling washes over him.

Just a little more sleep, he thinks. Then he’ll get up.

#red vs blue #rvb #rvb caboose #agent washington #michael j caboose #rvb wash #rvb washington #rvb fic #fics #text #so for context this takes place in season 9? end of season 8 into 9 #but i'm all the way in the chorus trilogy at this point so >:3 wheheeh #BITING TUMBLR VERY HARD FOR DELETING MY FIRST DRAFT WITH ACTUAL TAGS < they saved it to the wrong blog #whatever here we go again!! i am still scared this time but myke and shepherd are holding my hands so its fine #tunastime is an rvb fan who would've thought wow #spins around so fast and falls over #i can't wait to be insane about myke's art next yippeee :3

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fraddit · 8 months ago

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Buddie Fic Fragment No. 1

1k words | teen | complete

Tags: love confession, unrequited love, bucktommy break up, angst, ambiguous/open ending, Eddie Diaz being mean to himself

The person knocking is exactly who Buck had hoped it wouldn’t be. Eddie has his determined face on when Buck opens the door, so this is exactly what he’d been hoping to avoid. Well… It’d been nice while it lasted.

Except, it hadn’t actually been nice. Buck has been acting weird for the last two weeks, despite his best efforts, and Eddie’s obviously noticed.

“What’s going on, Buck?” Eddie asks without so much as a hello, as Buck steps aside to let him in. He looks as tired and worn down as he always does these days. Since Chris left.

“Funny, I was about to ask you that, since you’re the one that showed up my door unexpectedly,” Buck answers, like maybe he can still play this whole thing off. It earns him one of Eddie’s champion side-eyes.

“You’ve been acting weird for the last two weeks and trying to hide it. You think I haven’t noticed?”

“Have I?” He heads to the fridge. It’s partly out of habit, but mostly out of an excuse to put some distance between him and Eddie — who shakes his head no when Buck asks via body language, if he wants a beer.

Buck doesn’t want one either, so he shuts the fridge, empty handed, and retreats further behind the safety of the kitchen island. He tucks himself into the corner and leans against the cabinets next to the sink.

“You know you have. I know you have. The rest of the team knows you have,” Eddie says stepping closer, but staying on his side of the room. “And I’ve been waiting for you to come to me with whatever it is, but you haven’t. I thought you knew that you can tell me anything. Do you not— Do you not trust me? Did I do something to—“

“I’m in love with you,” Buck shoves out because he can’t live with Eddie worrying that Buck could somehow ever not trust him.

“— piss you off or make you think that… What?” Eddie freezes. Stares at him with complete and total shock on his beautiful face.

This is exactly what Buck was afraid of, but… the band-aid’s off, now. In a way it’s a relief.

“I’m in love with you. That’s why I’ve been acting like a freak. I know you don’t feel the same way, so I was hoping I could just keep it to myself but I…”

“You suck at keeping things from me,” he finishes, breaking eye contact and looking down at the island where he carefully spreads his hands across the laminate surface, like he needs something to hold him up.

“I suck at keeping things from you.”

Eddie doesn’t move. Stays totally still. Buck can practically see the gears turning in his head as he absorbs Buck’s confession. “This doesn’t change anything between us okay?” he says, still staring at the countertop. But then he looks up. Looks Buck square in the eye. “I love you. Not— Not the way you love me. But, I love you.”

It’s so so close to what he’d told Buck several months ago, when Buck came out to him. It had made him feel better then.

It doesn’t now.

“I know you do, Eddie,” and they can both hear how heartbroken and resigned he sounds. He already knew all this. So why does it hurt so much to hear it?

The silence of the moment draws out uncomfortably between them.

Then something clearly occurs to Eddie. “Tell me this isn’t why you broke up with Tommy.”

And well… Buck can’t tell him that, so he doesn’t say anything. Instead he looks down at the floor in front of his feet. There’s a dark purple spot of dried smoothie splatter on of the tiles.

“Buck! Really?!”

“What do you expect me to say, Eddie?” he asks with enough exasperation to finally look at him again. “It’s not like once I realized how I feel about you, we could just keep on dating. That wouldn’t have been fair to him!”

“Except that Tommy’s—“ Eddie slams his mouth shut and drags his hands down his face.

“Tommy’s what?”

“Nothing,” Eddie says, hands falling limp at his side. “Forget it.”

Buck steps out from around the island but keeps a few stools between them. “No, Eddie. Tommy’s what?”

“Tommy’s actually a good guy!” Eddie barks out before looking immediately shocked he said it at all.

“Tommy’s a great guy.” And at first, Buck doesn’t understand what that has to do with anything. Then he realizes what Eddie actually meant. “But Eddie… So are you.”

“Track record says you’re wrong.”

“What track record?”

“My track record! Shannon. My team in the army. Ana. Marisol. Kim. My kid who is currently 700 miles away because he can’t even look at me. My— my whole life, Buck! All I do is let people down.”

“Eddie, is that what you think of yourself?”

“Pretty hard to think anything else, at this point,” he says before leaning back against the counter and crossing his arms protectively.

And now Buck’s heart is breaking for an entirely different reason. “Eddie…” He’d get closer, try to offer some sort of physical comfort, but Eddie turns his head away, looks toward the door like he’s about to bolt. So, Buck stays where he is.

“Eddie, you’re my favorite person.”

“Well, I shouldn’t be.”

“You don’t get to decide that. You don’t get to decide how I feel about you. And to be honest, I don’t know how I could ever feel any other way about you. Not when you’re brave and kind and compassionate and caring and thoughtful. And you’re a really great dad.” Eddie gives the barest shake of his head at that. “You are. I know you don’t feel like it right now, but you are. You are, Eddie. And you’re a really good friend, too. And you have never let me down.”

Eddie scoffs and wipes away a tear that was about to fall. “Just a matter of time, Buck.”

#buddie #buddie fic #buddie fanfiction #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 #911 abc #made by fraddit #911 by fraddit #shut up fraddit

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pearlywavy · 8 months ago

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Cruel ocean

Tags: Angst (mentions of death)

Pairing:Jeonghan x reader

Word count : 800

The only thing that he found right and cleared his mind appeared to be the ocean.

Please remember everything is fictioned, if you are uncomfortable with the theme of death, please do not read. This story doesn’t follow any real events and hopefully will not. Please ignore any mistakes you find. Thank you, enjoy!

As the cold wind of the ocean makes you shiver, you found yourself wandering in oblivion. Suddenly, you are walking the familiar path of the coast you used to come to almost every day. How could your own legs mislead you like this?

You often used to come to this coast, and spent your endless time with your lover Jeonghan. The sound of waves would calm you both down and you loved the fresh breeze of the ocean. Both of you admired the ocean a lot. Everything was perfect here, you even remember him saying to buy a house together near a peaceful coast to live with you.

You and Jeonghan met 3 years ago at your freshman year in your university. You both had the same friend group and hung out together more often. Gradually, your relationship from strangers to friends evolved into relationship. He was your first everything: first male best friend, first relationship, first kiss and first life buddy. You never admitted it to him, but you always anticipated his teasing, which made your day. Maybe he knew, because he never stopped, he was witty you thought. Sometimes, you couldn’t believe he was real, you were never tired to call him your angel. His sweet voice encouraged you, soft gaze made you melt and whenever you felt his scent, your heart would hitch. You always wondered how you even made it through the day, it felt like you would die out of love to him one day. He had his own charm of telling a story that made you listen to him talk for hours. You always wished to be in his head to understand the way he thinks, yet he was in yours every moment. He made you understand the meaning of the word love. Just his presence alone made you feel like home. He was your home.

However, not everything and everyone was meant to be perfect . You don’t even remember how things went this way. Your dates reduced from every week to once a couple weeks. His charming smile was fading as time passed, and in one of your rare dates you would find him avoiding your gaze. Was it the same Jeonghan? People tend to chande and not everyone has a great time always, that’s what you would repeat to yourself. He appeared to be more tired with each of your meetings. You didn’t even noticed it first.

You never noticed.

That your relationship was slowly dying, that he was growing more distant to you. How his hands were getting cold and he was more exhausted. You would always ask if something was bothering him lately, he would srug it off by saying he was fine. You believed him, you should believe your partner. Everyone has a hard time, right?

The only thing that he found right and cleared his mind appeared to be the ocean.

It was more than that, you think now. How his peaceful composure changed into more bothered. The soft lights in him eyes were weakening. He was fading. He used to be so bright.

You should have had it coming.

It was sunny, peaceful day of summer. You were supposed to meet with your lover that day. But, he wasn’t picking up his phone. He didn’t pick up his phone next 2 hours. You became worried and decided to visit his apartment, he was nowhere to be found. In his apartment, you found a note.

Meet me at the ocean

What is wrong?

You don’t remember the next event that occurred later. The only thing you remember is that the news that you received that day broke you. You needed to breathe but the air wouldn’t go in. The familiar sting of your eyes filled with water was so fast. The ugly feeling of loathe was spreading all across your body making you hate yourself.

Jeonghan, he drowned himself, but they never found the body. Right were you used to hang around. The cruelty of this world broke him and he went into the peaceful water that used to calm him down. Your boy always admired ocean, but you never thought he would become one with one.

You always admired the ocean and you will. Right now you felt like suffocating and your knees gave you up, making you fell to the ground. Eyes filled with tears looked right into the ocean.

- Hi hannie…

#seventeen #svt jeonghan #svt x reader #svt angst #fanfic #jeonghan angst #kpop scenarios #jeonghan

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schrijverr · 2 months ago

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I Didn’t Mean to Say I Do, but I Do. I Do. 18

Chapter 18 out of 50

Secret marriage of convenience buddie slow burn AU, where Buck and Eddie have been married for years so Buck could adopt Chris and no one at the 118 knows.

In this chapter, when Abuela breaks her hip, they are forced to make a decision about whether or not they should take Chris to the firehouse. Everything comes to hang in the balance as they try to work it out, not just their place at the 118, but with each other too.

On AO3.

Ships: Buddie (slow burn)

Warnings: internalized misogyny, internalized homophobia, insecurity, injury, referenced homophobia

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Chapter 18: Broken Bones and Broken Trust

Everyone knowing about Christopher is weird. Not necessarily a bad kind of weird, but weird nonetheless. He still doesn’t talk about him much, but the others ask about him sometime. It’s strange to not mention Buck, but edit him out when he answers and it gnaws at something in his stomach whenever he does, so he tries to avoid the topic.

However, just because Eddie is trying to avoid the topic, doesn’t mean the topic is avoiding him.

They’re on a call in a bar, a girl got her head stuck in a tailpipe. Sometimes Eddie wonders if people everywhere are this stupid or if LA is just special like that. Though, he supposes Texas must have drunk girls at bars that don’t stop flirting too.

He is glad the others know about Chris so he has the kid excuse when they flirt with him. He isn’t looking for anything right now. He’s content where he’s at and the last thing he wants to do is upset Chris’s life by introducing someone new. Someone that might leave.

Not to mention the nightmare the divorce will be if it becomes serious. Which is then also something he has to mention at some point. So, no thanks, he’s happy with his life right now.

A part of him is surprised when Buck also deflects the advance with a: “Sorry, I’m on the clock, I’m not here to get a date. Now excuse me, I need to concentrate so my Captain doesn’t cut your friend’s head off.”

With a few more flirty comments thrown their way, they do get Jennifer free. As the others deal with checking her out and making sure her and her friends get home safe, Eddie quickly removes himself from the situation, not wanting more attention. It always makes him feel uncomfortable and that in turn makes him feel bad and awkward.

Buck notices, because of course he does, and quickly follows after him. “So, is Chris really the reason you don’t date? Do you want to?”

“No, I don’t,” Eddie shrugs, looking at the ground and trying to push away the weird feeling that bubbles in his chest. He’s not going to think about it. It’s nothing. “It’s a hassle and you know it will get complicated.” A sudden anxiety overtakes him and he asks: “What about you? Did you really only decline because we’re working?”

“It’s a good excuse,” Buck replies. “I used to. Fucked a couple of girls I met on calls. It was pretty unprofessional. I like the job too much to risk that shit. And like you said, it gets complicated. I’m fine where I am.”

Somehow that answer is a relief. Eddie supposes that it is because the points about Chris being caught in the middle still stand with Buck too, though he refuses to think deeper about it. About other reasons it might bother him.

When his phone rings, he feels relief again, because it gives him an out. However, that vanishes the second he picks up.

Buck matches his worry the second he relays what the call is about and both need to get to the hospital right now. But unlike Eddie, Buck can’t show that he’s worried. It’s in moments like these that Eddie feels the worst about getting to claim Chris publicly. That he curses their scheme.

Still, Buck doesn’t skip a beat in pulling on a casual mask of distant worry and sympathy, easily talking Bobby into letting the two of them check it out, since they’re done at this call and nothing new has come in yet. “I’ll even get everyone the nice coffees on the way back,” he bribes.

At the hospital, the two find Pepa as quick as they can. The moment Eddie spots her, he says: “Tía. ¿Qué pasó? Is Christopher okay?

“Yes,” Pepa sighs, looking a little disappointed in him. He doesn’t pay it much mind, used to disappointing his family. She nods to somewhere behind him. “You mean Prince Charming, hm? He’s peachy. It’s your Abuela. She broke her hip.”

Eddie is looking back to where Chris is. He’s still worried, but Chris looks totally fine and since he is in a hospital, he assumes professionals ensured that was actually true.

Behind him, Buck asks: “What? How?”

“She was out back on the steps and calling him to come inside. She lost her balance,” Pepa explains. “Christopher called 9-1-1. The rescue got there really quick.”

A lump of badness forms in Eddie’s stomach. Guilt. Abuela got hurt because she was looking after his son. Chris had to call 9-1-1. Had to go through seeing Abuela get hurt and wait with her for the rescue. That must have been terrifying for him. “I want to see her.”

“No,” Pepa says firmly, crossing her arms. She is truly displeased with them. “She’s sleeping right now.”

Eddie doesn’t know what to say. He wants to make it right, but he doesn’t know exactly what he did wrong and it is not as if he can turn back time, which is the only way to undo this. So, he grasps at straws for a moment.

Buck, as always, is there to fill in his blanks. “We’ll make sure to stop by later. If you see her awake before we do, please tell her we came by.”

“I will,” Pepa smiles, softening slightly. Both her and Abuela have a soft spot for Buck, Eddie suspects it’s because he can actually cook and thinks about things like visiting and calling. But it is not enough to escape her displeasure this time. “You can’t keep doing this, either one of you. You cannot keep leaving him with her, she’s not up for it.”

“I know. I know, I’m sorry,” Eddie says, because that is all he can do. Just admit that he is wrong, that it is his fault and he knows he’s failing. It’s the only thing he knows how to do when it concerns the women in his family.

“We’re trying to find some permanent help, it’s just too many forms to fill out. It’s worse than the VA,” Buck adds, trying to sound lighthearted yet apologetic too.

It’s been working out thus far, leaving Chris with Abuela, but of course they don’t want to do that forever. It’s not fair on her or sustainable as today has shown, but it’s been a hassle. Eddie hates that they have to rely on family members, that he can’t figure it out for himself. That it’s his own stubbornness that got them into this mess.

‘Do not drag Chris down with you,’ still rings through his head every day and today it is louder than on others. To escape it, he walks off to Chris greeting him with a hug, a smile appearing on his face when Chris cheers: “Daddy.”

Buck watches him go. He knows how Eddie struggles with thinking he doesn’t do enough for Chris or makes the wrong decisions when it comes to him. It makes Buck want to shake him and tell him he’s the best dad he has ever met, but he doesn’t think that will go over well. So he just tries to fill the gaps as unobtrusively as possible so he can point out that it is all going well whenever Eddie gets that constipated look on his face.

Pepa is looking a bit more disapproving at Eddie’s back, before she sighs and shakes her head. Then she looks back to Buck and says: “I’ll keep him tonight, but you need to get this figured out. I have to go back to my job, as do you two.”

“We will,” Buck promises, hoping that they can.

An idea comes to mind and he steps away for a second, dialing his phone and holding it to his ear. A second or so later, Maddie answers: “Ev- Buck. Hey. Are you okay? Aren’t you working today?”

“Yeah, yeah, I am,” Buck says. He needs to come up with a way to phrase this so Maddie won’t realize he’s lying. If anyone will catch him, it’ll be her. “Eddie got a call when we were out on a scene, Abuela took a fall, broke her hip.”

“Oh no,” Maddie says. “Is she okay?”

“Yeah, she’s gonna be fine, but Chris was with her. He’s fine too. Chris is Eddie’s kid, I don’t know if you know that,” Buck says, because he doesn’t. She never mentioned him.

“I met him, sweet kid,” Maddie answers, which at least means she isn’t a dick about Chris. Buck is grateful about that. He wants Maddie to know Chris, to know his kid. It aches that he wasn’t there to properly introduce them, that he’s in a position now where he doesn’t know if he can tell her about the amazing life he’s built for himself.

He pushes all that away and smiles: “Yeah, he’s been charming all the hospital staff. But Pepa – Eddie’s aunt – she has to go to work and can only take him tonight. So there isn’t anyone who can watch him right now, I don’t know if you can get out of work easily? I know you’ve just started, so I don’t wanna mess with you trying to establish yourself as reliable or-”

“Buck,” she cuts him off. “The woman who lets me stay in her house for free broke her hip and needs someone to watch her grandkid for her. Of course I’m going to try and see what I can do.”

“You’re a lifesaver, Mads,” Buck smiles, before they say their goodbyes and hang up.

When he’s done, Eddie appears next to him, Chris still in his arms. “Tía Pepa had to go, before her lunch break was over. She says bye. Who were you calling?”

“Hello, papi,” Chris greets cheerfully, thankfully looking unbothered after what he’s gone through today.

“Hi, Superman,” Buck grins, ruffling his hair and planting a kiss on his cheek. “You doing okay?”

“Uh-huh,” Chris nods.

“Good to hear,” Buck says, before answering Eddie’s previous question. “I called Maddie, she’s gonna see if she can leave right now, so she can take this little guy here.”

“I’m not little, I’m seven,” Chris protests.

“Oh, I’m sorry, my bad, you’re a very big man already,” Buck smiles.

“But you still need someone to watch you,” Eddie adds, bouncing Chris slightly as he does. “And what did she say? Can she leave?”

“She was going to ask,” Buck replies, checking his phone again. “And it looks like she can. She can meet us here in two hours.”

“I don’t think Bobby will let us stay away for another hour. Let alone two. He already let us be here,” Eddie says with a slight grimace.

Buck hesitates for a moment, then tentatively suggests: “I can tell her to meet us at the firehouse instead. Traffic is about the same to either place.”

At that Eddie stops. Just stops. He freezes and looks at Buck with wide terror filled eyes. It’s enough to have Buck think over another solution, because obviously Eddie isn’t okay with it. He knows Eddie doesn’t mind people thinking they’re together, everyone at Chris’s school does, but he supposes it’s different with coworkers who you have to work with each day. Not to mention their jobs that are at stake when everyone finds out, no matter how much of an explanation they have.

However, Chris has a very different reaction from his father. He gasps and excitedly he asks: “I get to see the firehouse?”

Meanwhile Eddie is spiraling. Taking Chris with them will likely give away their scheme and Eddie isn’t ready for that. It’s not even that they’ll think he’s gay and then he’s going to have to tell them he’s not. To have to explain that he was so horrible as a husband that his own wife left not only him, but his kid as well. It’s telling everyone that he failed so hard as a father that Buck stepped in.

He likes their coworkers, likes working at the 118, likes feeling competent and respected. He doesn’t want to lose that, doesn’t want it to become a thing. And he definitely doesn’t want to put Buck in a position where he feels the need to pick Eddie’s side again, defend Eddie against whatever judgment the others might have.

On top of that, he doesn’t want Chris to hear any of it. He’s already failed that kid more often than he can count, but by god he’s trying and he doesn’t want Chris to know how much he has to try, how much he fucked up.

But Chris is excited about seeing the firehouse. He’s been hearing about it for over a year now and he thinks it’s the coolest thing ever. Of course he’d jump on the opportunity to see it. And no matter what Eddie wants, he can never disappoint Chris.

So he forces himself to smile and says: “Yeah, mijo, we’re going to see the firehouse.”

Chris is naturally excited about that, demanding to be put down so he can race to the car as fast as he can. As he puts Chris down, he catches Buck’s surprised look, which morphs into a questioning one when he sees Eddie looking.

If he’s honest, Eddie doesn’t feel great about his decision, but Chris’s enthusiasm centers him. So he gives Buck what he hopes is a reassuring smile, before following after Chris, as to not lose him on the way.

They’re silent all the way to the car and as Eddie buckles Chris in. But since Buck isn’t getting in while he does that, he knows what’s coming when he closes the door and turns to face him.

“What are you thinking?” Buck asks immediately once Chris is in the car, giving them some privacy. His face creased with worry.

“That this is going to be a shit show,” Eddie answers honestly, rubbing his face.

“It’s not determined they’re going to find out.”

“He calls you papi, Buck.”

“We can ask him not to do that. It’s only for an hour by the time we get there.”

“That’s not fair on you.” As much as Eddie wants this to not blow up in their faces, he isn’t going to make Chris deny that Buck is a part of his life like that. Not when it already leaves a sour taste in his mouth to do it himself.

At his words, Buck gets a guilty expression on his face. The confused, taken aback look Eddie gives him is enough to prompt him. “It wouldn’t be the first time.”

“What?” It’s not a question as much as a demand.

“Remember how Chris switched where he did his PT when you were deployed? It was like a month or so after you had to leave,” Buck asks, voice gentle and slightly cautious.

“Yeah.” Eddie frowns, confused. “They weren’t helping Chris right, right?”

“Uh-huh,” Buck nods, before hemming and hawing for a second, then quickly blurting it out as if he’s ripping off a band aid. “They weren’t helping him right because he kept talking about his daddy and papi and they were homophobic assholes, who didn’t believe my explanation and refused to treat Chris, so I switched and told him not to mention daddy.” He takes a deep breath after the word vomit and quietly says: “I’m so sorry. I- I didn’t want to make it seem like I was erasing you more when you were already gone, but it was the only place left that wasn’t like a three hour drive and I didn’t want to risk it again, because he needed it. And I know I should have told you when it happened, but I didn’t want you to worry. It was a dick move. So I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

Eddie blinks a couple times, processing the rambled apology/explanation that has just been tossed at him.

“Uh, it- it’s okay,” he mumbles after a beat.

“It doesn’t have to be,” Buck tells him, voice still quiet and timid. It’s more unsettling than whatever he could have told Eddie. Buck clears his throat: “You can be mad, but for now, all I’m saying, is that we can tell him to not mention papi for an hour or two.”

“Yeah, alright, okay, we can do that,” Eddie says, swallowing thickly and nodding along to his own words kind of dumbly.

“Okay, cool, we’ll do that,” Buck nods back, a little awkward and uncomfortable. “Do you- Do you want to tell him or do you want me to do it?”

“Uhm, you can do it,” Eddie says. He already did it once, he can probably manage again. With that done, he climbs into the passenger seat numbly, on autopilot really.

Buck gets behind the wheel and the silence between them is tense. But neither feels like breaking it, not now.

Chris, on the other hand, has no such inhibitions excitedly talking about how he wants to see the trucks and if he can please go down the pole. Both Eddie and Buck smile instinctively, meeting each other’s eyes at how adorable Chris is being, before remembering their previous conversation and awkwardly looking away.

After letting Chris chat for a bit, Buck speaks up. “Hey Chris, can I talk to you for a second, buddy?”

“Of course,” Chris smiles easily, because he’s the best kid and Eddie sometimes still can’t believe he’s his.

“Remember your PT place in Texas, where we didn’t mention daddy?” Buck asks, watching through the rear view mirror until he sees that Chris nods. “Well, at the firehouse we’re not going to mention papi, alright?”

“But you’re going to be there,” Chris frowns, the crinkles the same as the ones on Eddie’s face when he’s confused. “When we didn’t mention daddy it was ‘cause he wasn’t coming to pick me up and it would be confusing, but you’re going to be there.”

“I know,” Buck says, the smiles obviously plastered on to Eddie. “But, you see, me and daddy are best friends right?” Chris nods again. “And we care a lot about each other,” Buck continues and Eddie hates that his voice wavers there, even through all the complicated emotions swirling through him right now.

Oblivious to his internal strife, Buck goes on: “And because we’re best friends and care for each other, they are worried that we’ll save each other first instead of the people we’re meant to be saving. So they wouldn’t want us to be working together anymore. But we want to work together, so we didn’t tell them we’re best friends and you calling me papi would give that away.”

“And then you won’t be allowed to work together anymore?” Chris asks, sounding heartbroken at the thought.

With sad eyes Buck nods: “Yeah, then we won’t be allowed to work together anymore.”

“But then you can’t protect each other,” Chris points out, looking teary eyed. “How are you going to come home if you can’t protect each other?”

Inadvertently they end up sharing a look, neither of them want Chris to worry about them. The shared moment of understanding is enough to communicate Buck will continue this conversation, already neck deep in it, but then they again realize what they’re doing, what Buck is saying, how fragile it feels now, and they look away once more.

“I know, Superman, but they’re not going to separate us and even if they do, me and daddy are both strong and surrounded by other people who know what they’re doing. We’re going to be fine, alright. And we’re always going to fight to come home to you.”

It’s only half a promise they can keep. They’re taught to never make promises like that to the victims of their calls, but this isn’t work, this is personal and with that promise, Chris is smiling once more, so neither regret it.

Eddie is just grateful Buck cheered Chris up again, because he doesn’t think he could’ve dealt with an upset Chris on top of everything. That thought immediately makes him feel guilty, because Chris should be allowed to be upset, no matter how Eddie is feeling. He takes a deep breath, trying to keep it quiet as he looks out the window, blinking a few times.

In the background, Buck is getting Chris to agree to not call him papi for the time they’re at the firehouse. Eddie isn’t sure it’s going to work entirely, but at this point they might as well try.

They pull up at a coffee shop that is not the firehouse and Eddie looks up in surprise, stopping his staring into the void to send Buck a confused look. Buck explains: “I promised everyone bribe coffee. You good to stay in the car while I make a quick run?”

Eddie desperately wants him to go, but he also needs him to stay. It takes his brain a second to compute that Buck will be gone ten minutes tops and embarrassment floods his cheeks. Curtly, he says: “We’re fine.”

Buck lip wobbles slightly and he bites down on it, before giving Eddie a choppy nod and quickly shutting the door without a word. The whole thing leaves a bitter taste in Eddie’s mouth.

He feels like he should be mad at Buck. He trusted him with his son, to co-parent with him, to not push Eddie out while he was gone and there he’d been, telling Chris not to tell people he existed and behind his back too.

But he isn’t mad. Not really.

In fact, he hates that Buck thinks he’s mad, that he wavered when stating that they’re best friends, as if Eddie would ever doubt that. As if there is anyone who could ever replace Buck. As if he could ever live without Buck.

So, he isn’t mad. Not at Buck. Not about this. But there is something twisting in his chest anyway, there is a hurt there, he just can’t place it. Hearing Chris got screwed over because of Eddie’s decisions, because Eddie couldn’t do it alone, because Eddie married Buck. It makes his stomach twist and bile rise up.

A part of him knows the people working on Chris’s PT are in the wrong, that there is nothing shameful about what he is doing and that they deserved to lose their jobs over the homophobia they let out to a child. A child. And if it happened to anyone else he would be up in arms. If Hen came to him with this story, he would have been so angry for her.

But it didn’t happen to Hen. It didn’t happen to anyone else. It happened to him. It happened to Chris because of him. And that- that is not okay. It shouldn’t be happening to him. It is not meant to happen to him – he works so hard to ensure that – so the fact that it did, makes shame and embarrassment crawl up his spine.

That embarrassment and shame only adds to the guilt he already feels about Abuela getting hurt because she was looking after Chris. Which she was also doing because he couldn’t do it alone, just like Buck and Chris got into that situation with PT because Eddie couldn’t do it alone.

He can barely bring himself to look at Chris, the feeling of being inadequate overtaking him, but he also needs to make sure he’s okay.

When he looks back, Chris smiles and reflectively Eddie smiles back. He notes that Chris looks healthy and happy. Buck made sure he didn’t know why they switched PT places, didn’t tell him why they weren’t mentioning daddy at the next place. Just like he made sure today that Chris wouldn’t give them away, but wouldn’t worry either.

So, maybe Buck is wrong. Maybe it isn’t okay for Eddie to be mad, when Buck ensured Chris was sheltered from the shit when he was away. When he never actually erased Eddie, just made sure Chris would be safe and got what he needed. When he was there with Chris at the airport to pick him up, having told his superiors Eddie was his husband-husband, just so that it wouldn’t be his parents that came to pick him up.

And maybe it’s Chris, who is right when he said that they can’t protect each other if they’re not together and they need to protect each other so they can come home to him.

Nothing is more important to Eddie than coming home to Chris. He can deal with feeling like the world’s shittiest dad, if it means he comes home to Chris. When Chris still smiles at him like this, unbothered and without responsibility weighing on him.

“Are you okay, daddy?” Chris asks, when Eddie just keeps looking at him without saying a word.

“Yeah, just worried about Abuela,” Eddie manages with a weak smile.

“Is she not going to be okay?”

“No, no, she is, mijo, she is. I worry about her anyway, like I worry about you when you’re not feeling well. It’s my job to worry about people,” he says. “But she’s going to be okay. We’re going to be okay.”

And when he thinks about it, he believes it too. He might feel like shit right now, but Buck is here in his corner; he convinced Bobby to let them go see Abuela, just like he convinced Chris nothing was wrong while also keeping up their scheme, and he convinced Maddie to help them, even when she really didn’t need to.

Eddie isn’t doing it alone and he feels a lot of shame about it, but he isn’t doing it alone, because he is doing it with Buck and that makes all the difference. Because Buck isn’t by his side because Eddie is incompetent and can’t do anything right by Chris, or because he fears he’ll drag Chris down with him. Buck is by his side, because they have each other’s backs, because they’re best friends. And this is what best friends do. So for now he can say that they’re going to be okay and mean it.

At that point, Buck returns with the drinks and Eddie is already opening his door, calling out: “Here, hand them to me to get your hands free.”

Buck looks almost surprised at the offer, at the fact that Eddie is speaking to him and guilt flashes through him. However, not for a second does Buck doubt the offer, jogging over and handing Eddie all the cups. As he does, he asks: “Are we good?”

“We’re good,” Eddie smiles, getting one in return that brightens up Buck’s whole face and demeanor.

Buck gets behind the wheel once more and with an upbeat cheer in his voice, he says: “Who’s ready to see the firehouse?”

And Chris cheers: “I am! I am!”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Buck grins, and starts to drive.

Eddie can’t help but roll his eyes at the two of them, but it’s fond and his own grin refuses to leave his face. Despite the circumstances, he feels pretty good about today.

A/N:

Eddie’s relationship with homophobia in regards to himself will always be so fascinating to me, I love you, my favorite repressed homosexual <333

Was almost tempted to leave you all hanging with them still being weird and semi-fighting, but I am a kind writer, so I didn’t. You’re welcome xp

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ignoremyworld · 10 months ago

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Messy mind

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Steve always had trouble sleeping. Even before the upside down. As a kid, he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep because the sound of his parents arguing downstairs was all he could pay attention to. When his parents left for the first time, he couldn’t sleep because he was scared.

And now with the memory of the upside down popping up in his head anytime he was close to having a good nights rest would make him jump up in a cold sweat.

So yeah, he kind of gave up trying to get good sleep.

He was always tired now. No matter where he was and how he acted he wanted nothing more than to go home and try to sleep again.

Robin noticed first, the way his eyes would get droopy whenever the video store was empty, how he would yawn while rewinding tapes. She grew worried about him.

“Hey doofus how much have you been sleeping?” She asked one afternoon. The thought of him being hurt from how tired he was at the front of her mind.

“Huh? Oh yeah not a lot. I try but every time I get close I just have to start over again. Nightmares y’know.” He replied, looking at her with dead eyes.

“You could take melatonin? Or drink some sort of tea to help?” Robin said, rubbing his back for comfort. Both for him and for her.

“No I’ve tried those” he mumbled. “They work for about 30 minutes and then I’m right back to staring at the ceiling for the rest of the night”

Robin didn’t know what to say. She had trouble sleeping sometimes too but not to this point. All she felt she could do was let him lean on her shoulder for a while.

Then Steve met Eddie.

After the world split open and Eddie’s trailer was destroyed he and Wayne had nowhere to live. Some of Wayne’s buddies had offered him a place to sleep but they only had a couch to sleep on and that wouldn’t fit both of them.

So they settled for Wayne sleeping on the couch at his friends house and Eddie sleeping at Steve’s house.

It was awkward at first. Not knowing each other very well, they didn’t know what to talk about. Steve would ask a few questions about dnd and Eddie would ask him what his favorite sport was but that was it.

And there was the fact that Eddie couldn’t ignore how he’s heard Steve wake up shouting on more than one occasion. Eddie had trouble sleeping too. Nightmares and anxiety would fill his head and he would wake up more than once in the night

Then he got to the point where he couldn’t take it anymore. Couldn’t take not sleeping and hearing how much Steve was struggling.

“Knock knock Stevie. Can I come in” Eddie said leaning against Steve’s doorframe.

“Yeah what’s up? Are you hungry?” Steve asked rubbing his eyes.

“Nope just got a little question for you” Eddie said walking over to Steve’s bed and sitting on the soft mattress.

“Okay? What’s up?” Steve replied giving Eddie an odd look.

“I want to sleep in your bed. I hear how you wake up screaming sometimes and I’ve been getting nightmares too. So I’m thinking maybe we would sleep better with someone else to comfort us” Eddie suggested, looking down at his hands and fidgeting with his nails.

“You… my bed… us?” Steve muttered, not sure if he was joking or not.

“Yes. Me in your bed. We don’t have to if you think you’d be uncomfortable but I think it’s worth a shot” Eddie said, looking at Steve.

Steve hesitated for a moment. Looking at Eddie made him feel soft. Like a wave of calm had washed over him. “Okay. Okay yeah we can try that” he said

“Perfect! Scooch over!” Eddie said hopping up to his feet so Steve could move.

Steve moved to the side of his bed and watched as Eddie climbed in and let his head fall back on the pillow. He turned to Steve and smiled.

“Goodnight big boy” Eddie said, closing his eyes.

Steve smiled “goodnight eds”

Morning came and steve woke up to the sun streaming through his red curtains. He slept the whole night… he slept well the whole night. He looked at Eddie who was still fast asleep, his hair strewn about the pillow.

It was at this point he realized they were holding each other. He felt is face grow warm and a smile form on his face. Closing his eyes, he finally felt at peace.

They slept for most of the day, holding each other with their legs tangled and Eddie’s head on Steve’s chest.

Steve hopes that they never sleep apart again

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Okay! This took quite a bit of time. Got the idea from a tik tok i saw like an hour ago.

As always advice and constructive criticism is appreciated as I’m still new to writing! I hope you enjoyed this!

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #steddie #stranger things #eddie #steve harrington #steve stranger things #stevexeddie #steve #fluff #Steve has nightmares #post season 4 #eddie lives

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gx-gameon · 9 months ago

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Gx rewatch - school duel arc

Episode 20

The introduction of the school duel.

And the introduction of Blair. (Or Rebecca 2.0) And her crazy stalker tendencies

Syrus is already worried about being replaced.

Jaden being willing to keep Blair’s secret as long as she duels him. “A duel always reveals the truth”

Not the first time we hear Avians voice is him being in love for Blair’s card

Not Sparkman to!!

Zane roasting Syrus for having a crush on Dark Magician Girl.

Jaden is very lucky Burstinetrix is either A) loyal to Jaden only. On B) that she’s not a lesbian. Also he calling the boys pathetic is a mood.

Jaden not making her tell him her secret because “I learned everything g I need through your duel.”

Oh thank you Alexis and Zane for letting the kid down easy.

Not her leaving with a crush on Jaden.

I know in the dub she’s 8 but in the sub she’s 11 and that feels a lot better considering she comes back in season 2 (12) as a student in year 3 (13)

Episode 21

It’s announced that North academy is using a 1st year and Zane nominates Jaden to be their competitor. Everyone agrees but Crowler (of course) who wants Bastian. (Not like their are several other obelisk students who could do it)

Love the friendly rivalry between Jaden and Bastian.

Not the reporter dressing up as a Slifer and getting disrespected. Jaden calling him old right off the bat. (Au Jaden knows this is a spy/reporter as soon as he sees him and keeps him close so he can’t mess with Oto-San’s school)

Oh no he’s got beef with Skyscraper.

Jerad is such a mess.

I love Chumley saying that he got good at dueling because he started hanging out with Jaden and Syrus.

Jerad asking about missing kids and Jaden almost giving everything away before he catches himself.

Jerad you are a full grown man don’t sneak up on Alexis (14) at the abandoned dorm in the middle of the night with no one around. I don’t like this at all. Like I know he’s just looking for his story but this situation makes me very uncomfortable.

Zane Simms it up best. “Instincts vs Intelligent”

“We teach the Slifers well when they don’t skip class”

Again why couldn’t we have more chemistry dinosaurs from Bastian’s deck? Maybe it’s because I love chemistry and have a special interest in dinosaurs but I want this.

Bastian dealing Jaden’s fusion card is such a good move. What a way to shut down Jaden’s deck.

Episode 22

Not the reporter hacking in to find the missing students

Zane being impressed by Bastian and repeating Syrus previous statement “fusions are how Jaden wins all his duels” the brother really are more a like then they think

Jaden excited for the new challenge of finding a new way to win. Love the positive attitude buddy

The reporter having second thoughts about ruining duel academy because Jaden got into his head

“You make your moves at home I make mine in the field” Jaden I love the confidence.

I forgot about his carbon and diamond card. Yugioh give me more chemistry cards!!!

Jaden getting out blade and using skyscraper to help out. I love the strategy! (Also him giving the reporter war flashbacks

I forgot how fun this duel is. It’s a good back and forth I love how Jaden is still having fun.

Not Jaden winning with a hyper specific equipment spell. Only in the anime would you get the hyper specific equipment card with the particular monster.

I love Bastian’s respect as a duelist.

Not the reporter falling in love with dueling again. And giving Alexis the info about the missing students.

Jaden is representing the school.

I know au Jaden had told his dads about the match before hand. The probably steamed it and watched with the whole family/friend group. Joey and Tristian were cheering. Serenity Téa Mokuba and Mai are cheering but not as obnoxiously as the prior two. Seto, Yugi Atem, Duke and Bakura are all discussing strategy and how well both Jaden and Bastian are doing.

They are all thrilled about Jaden completing big the school duel. (Maybe Kaiba will have to schedule a trip to watch the school duel in person this year. It’s his school after all)

Maybe in the au Jaden tell his Zoro-san about the reporter and Kaiba picks him up. He’s original going to pay the guy off to stay quiet but because of his passion to find the missing students he lands a job with Kaiba Corp. (I’ll have to see if the reporter pops back up, I don’t remember)

Episode 23

I love everyone offering their favorite cards to Jaden to use in the school duel. Very classic yugioh. But could we not phrase it as “you have to win or you’ll embarrass the school.” And phrase it as “we’re here to support you, you’ve got this.” Like Jaden’s obviously feeling the pressure already. Don’t compound it.

It’s an obvious difference between DM and Gx in DM in a scene like that they would offer Yugi the cards and build up his confidence and reassure him, they believe in him. But in Gx they remind him of the pressure and how he can’t fail. It makes them offering their cards feel more like they want credit for helping him win and not because they genuinely want to support him.

Although “I want to help you be alone.”-Bastian and “you can’t be alone all by yourself.”-Alexis are iconic

Belowski! He can see duel spirits and speak Kuriboh which is great.

I love that he starts talking about how the colors are just the man’s way of keeping them down and Jaden is over it so fast. “Whatever let’s just throw down.” Aka please stop talking (about my too-san’s color system)

Is Belowski using ‘shadow powers’? Since his Moki Moki cab makes people sleepy.

I love how annoyed Jaden is with his friends fawning over Moki Moki and how great the other duelist is

“Who are you rooting for?” - Jaden “isn’t it obvious Moki Moki” - Bastian

Honestly that has to hurt. To have all of your friends root against you for seemingly no reason.

Love that Jaden realized that their weird behavior was caused by Belowski

I’m sorry but the kid was left at Duel Academy as a baby? This school is less than 10 years old how does that work? Is that the back story in the sub?

He is the first duelist who can summon real monsters in this series which is very cool. Not loving that he lives in a jail cell on campus

Au Jaden has so many questions for his Oto-san. Why is this kid kept in a cell for the same ability Atem and Yugi have?

Love that Jaden is the only student not affected by Moki Moki powers. I’m going to check it up to his own powers. Jaden is the supreme king and user of the Gentle Darkness. I think he has more power than Belowski. I also love that Belowski is surprised by this.

The explanation that Jaden loves to duel so much he just got ramped up he couldn’t sleep. No. Dark powers.

Episode 24

It’s the Chazz episode!!!

He is stranded in the ocean and he imagining Jaden with a pink and floral background? And a rainbow background? Incredible

Him falling into the ocean and blaming figment Jaden

It’s the intro of Ojama Yellow!!!

Not Chazz getting rescued. The ‘rescuer’ dumps his cards in the water the ruin them and then starts asking about Jaden. How does he know about Jaden? Chazz talks about him in his sleep.

I’m living for figment Jaden.

“Talk is cheap.” “Ya well I’m rich!” You go Chazz live up to Kaiba’s crazy rich boy talk

Dude just tried to drown him, shot him out of a submarine into a frozen wasteland. Are you trying to kill this boy?

The answer is yes as they send him in a quest through the tundra to get 40 cards

Not Chazz trying to buy the cards.

Like is the the best way to teach Chazz that money isn’t everything? No they are trying to kill him. But it is effective. He’s going to learn to cherish his cards.

Chazz found 41 so that he could give the old guy the extra. He’s a sweet heart. Though he did try to get ride of Ojama Yellow. Love this duel spirit.

“I have two brothers who are lost!” Love the set up also the reflection of Chazz’s own family. He is one of three brothers as well, but his brothers don’t treat him well. The ojamas really are the brotherhood Chazz could have had.

Oh no he only had forty! What a sweet boy. Figment Jaden “when you do nice things nice things happen to you.” And Chazz getting his last card from the ground.

50 man duel gauntlet! Chazz isn’t even fazed. Oh that’s all?

Also him winning against 50 duelist with a deck he cobbled together with cards he found in the tundra is mad impressive. Not to mention taking on the top 5-2 duelist at the same time to prove a point.

Chazz finally respects his cards!! And is talking to duel spirits!

Chazz as much as you say you don’t like Jaden you sure think about him a lot. He’s literally your inner voice.

Not the Chancellor saying he never liked his top student Czar

Is there only 50 kids at this school? Or is that just the freshman class? Or is it just the dueling gauntlet

Episode 25

Chazz it up! Chazz is up!

Love him getting not only his iconic black coat but also the ‘best deck’ from North Academy.

Love Jaden just summoning his monsters because “I have the best monsters!” Yes king I love how much he loves his deck.

Runs right in up to the two chancellors. “Where’s my opponent?!?” He’s so excited.

Chazz came with a squad “I transferred when I stoped getting the respect i deserved!” He’s read for a verbal smack down and is ready to be king

Jaden over here “I think the match is sold out.” “Oh are you the referee?” “Wait when did you switch school?” The whole grudge has flown over his head. He’s just happy to be dueling and to see Chazz again. They are here for two very different events

Au Jaden sees the helicopters fly in and thinks “my Dads are here? I hope uncle Joey doesn’t blow my cover.” The. He sees Chases brothers and is confused but sure we’ll roll with this.

Then they tell him they are live streaming the duel. And in cannon he’s excited but in the au he’s so stressed. He spent most of his childhood abounding being on camera. What if someone recognizes him and puts together he��s the Prince of Duels? Play it cool Jaden. Play it cool.

The Princeton brothers suck. Not them calling Chazz a slacker and putting all this stupid extra pressure on him. And throwing a deck at him he’s never played talking about how it’s expensive so it will win. Good sirs he already has a deck and strategy he’s been working on the whole way here and you want him to change it last minute? That’s not how you win.

Not Jaden think about how he should have brushed his hair. Or shower. Hah to be empty headed

Not Chazz having a panic attack and break down and Jaden just watching

Cannon Jaden might be starting to understand why Chazz is the way that he is but Au Jaden understand right away. He also feels pressure to succeed but his family never puts it on him. It’s all internal. Chazz is getting it externally and it’s crushing him. Too-San doesn’t talk about his childhood but from what Jaden’s leaves together from Uncle Mokuba Seto was in a sillier situation growing up

Crowler get your fake butt out of here. “I love both of these duelist.”

Chazz really does know how to work a crowd. And I’m glad the North academy kids respect him.

The armor dragons are here!!!

“I’m sorry Burst. My bad.” Not Jaden apologizing to burstinetrix I love this.

He also just got Yeeted and laughed it off. Your doing great Jaden

It took his brothers THIS long to realize Chazz isn’t using the cards they gave him.

Jaden being giddy at how great their duel is. Chazz repeating his brothers’s mantras is so sad. Can’t wait until til you learn to be silly

Chazz I love you but “you go bye bye” isnt as threatening as you think it is

Episode 26

Winged Kuriboh is here and so is Ojama Yellow!

Love Jaden immediately asking about Ojama Yellow.

Chazz you just yelled about a spirit and chasing it all over the stage in live tv. You’re not doing a great job hiding.

Jaden you shouldn’t be talking about people being weird for talking to themselves. But way to put it together that Chazz’s brothers suck.

He just wants to show Chazz that dueling is fun.

Chazz just trashed Jaden and mocked him on live tv and Jaden just laughs and talks about how much fun he’s having even though he’s losing and that Chazz should have fun to since he’s winning.

Not them cutting the feed when Chazz loses

Not Chazz’s brothers publicly disowning him. And roughing him up in front of both schools!

Way to go Jaden! Stand up to these guys.

And the whole crowd cheering for Chazz! I love this

Au Jaden is so over these two. He’s grown up around the best siblings of all time (the Kaiba brothers and the wheelers not to mention Yugi and Atem.) he knows how siblings should act. And while all the siblings he met at Duel academy so far are all crazy and different (I’m looking at you anti-Kaiba bros the Trusdales) these two are a new low.

He knows his Dads watched the duel. He’s sure he can reach out and explain somethings about the situation.

He still stands up to them and tells them off for Chazz.

But he also reaches out to Oto-san and questions how quickly they can buy their whole company. (The answer is very fast) He makes sure it won’t negatively affect Chazz before he unleashes his over protective Oto-san/#1 big brother Seto Kaiba on them.

I love Chazz deciding to stay and he was so polite talking to chancellor Sheppard.

“See you next year!” And we never see them again

Ahhh Chazz got dropped down to Slifer

I love how casually Jaden and Syrus mention the cockroaches and rats in the dorm.

“My new family is already difunctional” Chazz I love you.

Over all the school duel arc is pleasant. I’m glad we will know have silly Chazz and I have a tone of ideas for my future fics.

The DM cast were absolutely pumped for Jaden taking place in the school duel. They flew out to watch him duel. None of them were impressed with the Princeton brothers b it they were impressed by Jaden and Chazz.

Jaden sneaks away from his friends to go celebrate with his family after they get Chazz all set up in his room.

Chazz it up!

#yugi moto #yugi mutou #jaden yuki #judai yuki #yugioh gx #seto kaiba #dad yugi #syrus truesdale #zane truesdale #alexis rhodes #chazz princeton #bastion misawa

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The Angel of Hell's Kitchen

Summary: The office assistant for Nelson, Murdock & Page worries when her secret passion is discovered by her coworkers, but the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen shows her how much she’s loved for who she is.

Pairing: Matt Murdock X Reader, Franklin ‘Foggy’ Nelson X Marci Stahl

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings/Disclaimers: None

A/N: I’m excited to share this one-shot with you because it’s my first time writing for Matt Murdock! Thank you so much for reading, I hope you all enjoy!

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“Past due…past due…ah, a first notice!” Foggy glanced up from the stack of letters in his hands and grinned. “It’s always nice to have some variety, isn’t it?”

“Things’ll start looking up for us soon, Foggy,” (Y/N) promised, her happy mood unaffected by her friend and employer’s typical over-worrying; as the one and only office assistant of Nelson, Murdock & Page, she was allowed to indulge in her personal love of organizing and that morning, she was hard at work manually in-putting their next three weeks of appointments, consultations and court dates into their online calendar. “‘Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow. They toil not, neither do they spin-’”

“‘And I say unto you that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.’” (Y/N) looked up in surprise as Matt finished quoting the Bible verse, his brows rising in surprise over the rims of his red-tinted glasses. “Matthew 6:28. I never knew you were Catholic, Miss (Y/L/N).”

She chuckled. “I’m sorry to disappoint you, Counselor Murdock, but I’m just a simple theatre nerd. It’s a verse used in the play Lilies of the Field, based off that 1960’s film starring Sidney Poitier. I played one of the nuns back when I was a sophomore in college; the habit was pretty uncomfortable to wear and my German accent was atrocious, but it was still a fun experience.”

“A fellow thespian!” Foggy exclaimed and Matt grinned widely. “I’m a theatre camp alumnus myself, and my performance in Pirates of Penzance is the stuff of legend. But this stays between us, okay? I don’t need it getting around Hell’s Kitchen that Counselor Nelson’s a reformed song and dance man.”

“Well, your secret’s safe with us, Jazz Hands.” Matt removed his fingers from his refreshable braille display and did a decent impression of the dance move, making (Y/N) burst into giggles and his own smirk to widen at the sound. “Is performing onstage something you only did in college?”

“Yeah, I mostly did it during school but I still dabble in it from time to time; a lot of people I went to college with are up-and-coming directors and when they stage productions for potential investors or theatre owners, they give me a call to see if I’ll do them a favor and perform. They get a reliable cast member that knows how to follow stage directions, and I occasionally get to do something that I really enjoy.”

The lawyer shrugged a shoulder. “Sounds like a win-win to me.” It didn’t escape her notice that Matt’s attention was entirely focused on her while she talked and judging by the look on his face, he was truly interested in what she had to say; her face warmed and for a brief moment, she thought that he caught her involuntary reaction before inwardly rolling her eyes at her paranoia. “Have you performed in any shows recently?”

(Y/N) nodded and across the long wooden table, Foggy helpfully called out, “She just nodded, buddy.”

“O-Oh, my God, Matt, I’m so sorry, I just-” She stopped herself when she spotted Matt’s amused grin. “You really get a kick out of people making complete asses of themselves around you, don’t you, Counselor Murdock?”

“I think I’ll plead the fifth on that one, Miss (Y/L/N).” They both chuckled and (Y/N)’s heartbeat quickened when he reached over to rest his hand on hers. “Seriously, though, no harm done.”

Smiling to herself, she twisted her hand around to give his a gentle squeeze, distracted for a moment by his handsome features before recalling what they’d been discussing. “I’m, um, I’m actually in rehearsals for a show right now. One of my old classmates is staging a production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream at an old theatre on West 42nd, set to her own original songs inspired by 90’s Punk-Pop; it’s a pretty different take on the classic play, that’s for sure, but it’s been a really fun time so far.”

“I’m glad that you’ve been enjoying yourself.” Matt withdrew his hand from hers to gesture in Foggy’s vague direction. “You’ll have to tell us when it opens so we can come and support you and your friend.”

(Y/N)’s heart dropped in her chest. “Oh, it’s not really that big of a deal-”

“Of course it is! Our wickedly-talented office assistant is starring in a production that might end up on Broadway someday,” Foggy insisted with a grin. “If we see it now, we’ll actually be able to afford the tickets without selling off a kidney first!”

“As usual, Foggy makes an excellent point.” A smiling Matt chimed in. “Personally, I look forward to hearing you sing; you have such a pleasant speaking voice, so I’m sure that you’re a naturally-gifted singer as well.”

Despite her discomfort, (Y/N) felt herself flush at the lawyer’s sweet compliment but she was careful not to let him distract her. “Really, guys, it’s nothing serious; it’s only three performances, the theatre’s got a bad draft and there may or may not be rats living in the walls. Besides, I’m the one who’s in charge of your calendar and the three of you are practically booked up to your eyeballs next month.” She abruptly stood and crossed the room to grab her coat and scarf, a forced smile on her face as she quickly donned the garments. “I’ve gotta go mail some letters and pick up the Bulletin, so I'll see you guys later!”

She hurried out of the back room of Nelson’s Meats before either of them could reply and didn’t release the breath she’d purposefully been holding until she made it outside the shop. It wasn’t that she didn’t want her friends and colleagues to know about her passion for theatre, but she preferred to avoid their inevitable disinterest and the unavoidable heartbreak she’d suffer as a result. Not that I’m not already used to this particular brand of heartbreak, she thought with a small sniffle, blinking away the prickle of tears in her eyes before starting down the bustling sidewalk.

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The door closed behind (Y/N) and across the table, Matt heard Foggy sigh and toss the mail he’d been sorting through onto the tabletop. “She was lying just now, wasn’t she?”

Matt bit his lip and nodded. “Yeah, she was. She didn’t look embarrassed, did she?”

“No, no, but she almost looked panicked at the thought of us going to see her perform.” The chair legs slid across the wood floor as Foggy stood up and began to pace beside the table. “And towards the end there, right when she was putting on her coat and scarf, it looked like she was about to-”

“Cry,” Matt finished for his best friend, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest. “Yeah, I heard her sniffle and smelled the tears right when she stepped outside the shop.”

“Show-off. It’s like she wants us to see her perform but at the same time, she doesn’t. Weird, huh?”

While they both pondered the strange behavior of their friend and office assistant, Matt couldn’t help but think back to her enchanting laughter and the way her heartbeat elevated when he rested his hand on hers; her skin was soft beneath his fingertips and for one blissful moment, he could imagine moving his hand to cup her cheek and leaning forward to capture her lips in a slow and passionate kiss. His crush on their firm’s sweet office assistant had only grown in the six months she’d been with them, but he held himself back from fully indulging in them out of fear of overstepping his boundaries; he was technically one of her bosses and after the near-disastrous relationship breakdown between him and Karen, he was more than a little wary of entering into yet another office romance. But thanks to his heightened senses, he was starting to suspect that she had some feelings of her own that she was doing her best to bury for the sake of their workplace environment.

Matt had slipped his earbud back in and resumed going over court documents on his braille display when their law firm’s third partner walked into the backroom of Nelson’s Meats, balancing a to-go beverage tray in one hand and a stack of manila envelopes in the crook of her arm. “I motion that Foggy handles the drink orders from here on out.”

Matt chuckled. “I second the motion.”

“Hey, we all voted on a rotational schedule fair and square,” Foggy defended as he stood and took the drinks from Karen’s hands. “It’s not my fault that drink orders coincided with your case researching, Miss Page.”

“And yet, it somehow still feels like it is, Counselor Nelson.” Karen set her armful of full envelopes onto one of the empty chairs and practically collapsed onto another, sighing in relief when she slipped off her high-heels and took a long drink of her coffee. “Did either of you boys happen to upset (Y/N) today? I bumped into her on the way here and she looked a little bummed out, but I couldn’t figure out why.”

“We noticed that, too. One minute we were talking and having a good time, and the next she was practically sprinting to get out of here. She was telling us about the show she was set to star in for an old friend, but she started to panic when we mentioned coming to see her perform,” Matt explained, pausing his text-to-speech software and angling his head to the side as an idea came to mind. “Karen, could you do me a favor? Can you do a little digging and find out which theatre on West 42nd is putting on a production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream next month?”

“There’s no need; I already know which theatre you’re talking about. It’s Pearl Theatre, 555 West 42nd Street, and the show’s scheduled to run from April 8th to the 11th.” Foggy whistled low and Matt’s brow shot up in surprise. “There’s a flyer posted at the coffee shop, and I always take a look at the bulletin while I wait for our order.”

Matt could sense Foggy holding in his laughter as he replied, “See, isn’t it a good thing you’re the one who goes and gets the coffee the most?” Ignoring the middle finger that their partner threw up at him, Foggy stretched his arm out and nudged Matt’s hand with the edge of one of his case files. “I can tell that something’s going on inside that ridiculously good-looking head of yours, so spill.”

“Well, I was thinking it’s about time that Nelson, Murdock & Page take their first corporate outing in honor of their hard-working office assistant,” He replied with a growing smile. “Who’s in?”

He could hear Karen tap her coffee against his in a subtle toast before taking a sip. “Why the hell not? I’ll work on getting us tickets when they go on sale.”

“I’ll get Marci to help me pick out a nice congratulatory bottle of wine-”

“And I’ll be in charge of getting her a bouquet of flowers.” Matt leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. “And remember, not a word of this to (Y/N), okay?” His business partners assured him that they’d keep quiet and as the three of them began planning their surprise, he hoped that his suspicions about the root of their lovely office assistant’s conflicted feelings would be forgotten the moment she spotted them in the audience.

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“Curtains up in five, people!”

“Thank you, five!”

The green room bustled with anxious energy as performers frantically finished getting ready and nervous techies checked that each person’s mic was properly secured. (Y/N) watched the chaos unfolding from her stool in the corner, sipping her lemon and honey tea and smiling to herself as she was reminded of her first few years of performing; she’d always been an anxious mess on an opening night but now that she was older, she was able to do a much better job of hiding it beneath a façade of confidence.

“Like chickens with their heads cut off, huh?”

(Y/N) chuckled as Marcus, the man acting opposite of her Titania as the Fairy King Oberyn, leaned a shoulder on the wall next to her. “I heard that some of their acting professors are in the audience and they can be quite the ball-busters when it comes to adapting Shakespeare.”

“Poor kids. Must be why I just caught one Googling a Wiccan good-luck spell in the bathroom, but I didn’t have the heart to tell him that it was a Power of Three spell from Charmed.” After another reminder of the impending start of the show, Marcus took a moment to adjust his suspender while she tossed out her to-go cup and slipped her high heels on. “I’m surprised you’re not as jittery as the rest of our cast tonight, seeing as your friends are in the audience.”

Her head instantly shot up and her eyes widened in shock. “What?”

“Yeah, there’s four of ‘em; two men and two women, and one of the men is blind. They were the first ones seated when the house opened, and one of the women’s been describing the stage and sets to the blind guy. The front-of-house manager heard ‘em mention your name while she helped seat them.”

Marcus was soon called away for a last-minute mic-pack battery check and (Y/N) was left speechless by his surprising news; how the hell did they even find out about all this, she asked herself with a mixture of awe and wariness, a little unsure of how to handle the unexpected turn of events. A spur-of-the-moment decision led her to climbing the steep staircase up to the theatre’s proscenium lighting crawlspace, and she peered through the wire-covered opening at the audience down below. Sure enough, Matt, Karen, Foggy and his fiancée Marci were seated in the center row; the happy couple were excitedly perusing the show’s program together while Karen talked to Matt, and (Y/N)’s heart thudded in her chest when she spotted the beautiful bouquet of wildflowers resting on his lap. As she watched, Matt angled his head upwards and his lips curved into a smile, the action nearly making her wonder if he somehow knew that she was there, but she quickly brushed the impossible thought away.

Although a part of (Y/N) still couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing, tears began to prickle in her eyes. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone had come to see her perform or shown any interest whatsoever in her passion for theatre and as she carefully made her way back down the steep staircase, she vowed that she’d give her friends and her secret crush the performance of a lifetime.

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“Okay, ‘kay, one last toast before we head home so I can hurl all this up before passing out!” The group winced and groaned in disgust at Foggy’s bluntness but raised their bottles and glasses as he addressed (Y/N). “Thanks to you, I was able to witness the epically-unholy union of Shakespeare and 90’s Punk-Pop, and now my life is complete.” Marci loudly cleared her throat and they all snickered as Foggy quickly corrected himself for his amused fiancée’s sake. “Almost, it’s almost complete. Anyways, you were fantastic and while I don’t always understand theatre in my older age, I sure as hell respect the people who do. To (Y/N), our amazing office assistant and an even cooler thespian!”

“To (Y/N)!” They loudly tapped and clinked their drinks against one another before downing the last of their alcohol. After the show, they’d all gone to meet (Y/N) at the stage door and after gifting her a bouquet of flowers and a nice bottle of wine, they invited her to join them at Josie’s for a nightcap; one drink turned into many, many more, with their group even clearing out the celebratory bottle of wine, and they’d only decided to call it a night when (Y/N) reminded them that she had another night’s performance and a Sunday matinee to rest up for.

Matt could sense the blood rushing to (Y/N)’s cheeks and grinned when she ducked her head in embarrassment. “All I can say is thank you. I’ve never had…well, I’m not used to performing for friends, so I really can’t thank you guys enough for finding a way to be there tonight.” Matt detected the slight catch in her voice before the others applauded her, and a part of him knew that there was something more significant behind it than gratitude, but he decided that he’d wait until they were alone to ask her about it.

When their drinks were finally gone and even Josie’s patience with them was starting to wear thin, they all stumbled out of the bar and headed home; Karen decided to share a cab with Foggy and Marci while Matt offered to walk (Y/N) home. He opted to hold the hand she generously offered him instead of unfolding his white cane, smiling to himself as they swung their joined hands back and forth while they slowly walked down the deserted sidewalks and desperately trying to hide the smitten blush that threatened to appear on his inebriated face.

“While you were in the bathroom, Karen mentioned that you were the one in charge of getting the flowers.”

“Yep,” Matt replied, popping the ‘p’ at the end of the word and chuckling at her giggle. “Picked ‘em out all by myself; the florist tried talking me into buying roses, but these ones smelled much nicer to me.”

(Y/N) brought the bouquet up to her nose and inhaled their scent. “You made a good call, Counselor Murdock. I’ve always preferred the scent of flowers over the look of ‘em, and I’ve always thought that roses are far too cliché.”

“Well, I’m glad that you approve of my decision, Miss (Y/L/N).” He could sense the blood rushing to her face and hear the stutter of her heartbeat, and it took every ounce of his self-control not to stop walking and lean in for a kiss. “Do you mind if I ask you a question?”

“You just did, but I suppose I’ll be okay with another one.”

Shaking his head at her silly answer, Matt bumped his shoulder against hers and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “Why were you so dead-set against us seeing you perform? You’re an amazing actor and an even better singer, so I don’t really get why you wouldn’t want any of us coming to see you do something you so obviously love.”

“Oh. Well, um…” (Y/N) swallowed thickly while Matt patiently waited for her to answer. “I’ve performed almost all my life, and certainly for as long as I can remember. But the older I got, the less my friends and family seemed interested in supporting my hobby; coming to see me perform was more of a chore to them than an honor. The first time I got to play a lead in high school, I saw my dad asleep in his seat and my friends texting in the back of the auditorium. My junior year boyfriend missed my first Shakespearian monologue because he snuck out to go watch our school’s basketball game. Everyone I invited to my last high school musical made excuses for why they couldn’t come to any of the performances, and I missed our entire cast party because I was crying my eyes out in a Denny’s bathroom. Performing all throughout college was the highlight of my life, but I didn’t have anyone to share it with because by that point, I knew that asking anyone to come would only lead to unnecessary heartache. So when I saw you guys sitting smack-dab in the middle of the audience, I-I just…I couldn’t believe that you not only remembered a conversation from over a month ago, but you all took time out of your busy schedules just to come tonight.” Her hand tightened around his and her voice waivered as she added, “No one’s ever been that considerate to me.”

Matt’s heart nearly shattered at the hurt he could detect in her words and without a second thought, he stopped walking and let go of her hand to gently cradle her face between his own. “(Y/N), you deserve to have people around you who care about your interests. They’re a reflection of who you are, after all. All those people – your friends, your family, even that asshole boyfriend – they should be kicking themselves in the asses right now; they let an angel slip right through their fingers because they were too self-absorbed to appreciate her the way she deserved to be appreciated.”

“Do you…? You really mean that, don’t you?”

With a small smile, Matt reached down for her free hand and held it flat against his chest, directly over his heart. “I’m a good Catholic boy, remember? When we call people angels, we tend to mean it.” She exhaled a quiet laugh, and his thumb caressed the warm apple of her cheek as he sensed she had something she wanted to say. “What is it, angel?”

(Y/N)’s heart hammered away in her chest at his use of the pet name and after a long pause, she softly asked, “Do good Catholic boys generally give angels a celebratory kiss at the end of one of the happiest nights of their life?”

Matt nervously wet his lips in anticipation. “Only when angels ask them nicely.”

“Please, Matt…will you kiss me?”

He slowly leaned in – taking a moment to appreciate the sound of her quickening heartbeat, the feel of her warmth beneath his palm and the floral scent that engulfed his senses – and with gentle restraint, he finally brushed his lips against hers in the sweetest of kisses. It started out soft and undemanding, with the both of them attempting to respect the other’s boundaries, but it quickly devolved into a heated embrace when (Y/N)’s fingers curled around his tie and tugged him closer. He let out a deep groan at the sensation and she smiled against his lips as he wrapped an arm around her waist to hold her against him.

While the Devil and the Angel of Hell’s Kitchen kissed on a deserted sidewalk in the middle of the city they both cherished, a familiar Shakespearian line would come to mind…

“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is wing’d Cupid painted blind…”

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A/N: A lot of this was based on my own personal experience growing up as a theatre kid and if anyone out there can relate to this, just know that your people are out there and when you find ‘em, I promise that they’ll love you for exactly who you are 💖 Thank you all so much for reading and commenting, and I hope you enjoyed my first attempt at writing Matt Murdock!

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