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foldedchip · 5 months ago

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OCD attacks

In the past few years, I’ve seen a wide spread of information about panic attacks and how to handle them and help someone who is suffering from one. I am incredibly happy and grateful for this, yet I also want more people to know about a similar kind of situation that I have gone through countless times.

Disclaimer: I am not a medical expert by any means, I am just a person who has struggled with OCD throughout their life. These are things that would be helpful for more people to know about OCD attacks and that hopefully help them understand it a bit better.

What is an OCD attack?

An OCD attack is similar to a panic attack, except it is brought on due to the obsessive fears of obsessive-compulsive disorder. It can often seem confusing or irrational to a bystander, but you always have to understand that you are not in the afflicted person’s mind, and you don’t know the thoughts that led up to the attack.

An OCD attack may be a combination of knee-jerk reflexes, built-up stress, and genuine fear about a situation. The person might be truly mentally distressed, or it could be mostly a bodily reaction that they can’t control. It is always a terrifying, even debilitating thing to go through.

An example of an OCD attack:

Amy suffers from OCD. For months, she has had an obsessive fear of causing a car accident, and it has been getting worse and worse. She started driving longer routes to avoid passing by other cars in order to avoid an accident, and eventually she stopped driving altogether. But even that didn’t end her obsession. Amy is now afraid of anything related to cars, even anything that reminds her of cars.

One day, Amy is talking to her friend Matt, and the two of them overhear a conversation about a car. Even though it is irrational, Amy’s obsession is so strong that she becomes afraid that just hearing that conversation will cause Matt to crash his car. Terrified, she asks Matt not to drive home, imagining that he’ll get into a car accident if he does. She knows that this doesn’t make sense, which distresses her even more. Matt knows that Amy has OCD, but he doesn’t understand why she’s so afraid of him crashing his car just because she heard a conversation about a car.

Things to remember if you witness someone having an OCD attack:

Their incoming thoughts are not rational, and may even be very illogical, but they probably already know this. Telling them that they aren’t thinking clearly or aren’t making sense is not a surprise to them, and can make them feel like you don’t understand what’s happening or make them feel even more afraid.

Engaging in someone’s compulsions for them might temporarily lessen their panic, but it will cause them more anxiety and panic later. OCD is a vicious cycle. It’s best to just assist the person by being there for them while they calm their body down, instead of trying to perform their compulsions to satisfy their OCD. In order to make progress to recover from OCD, that person has to choose not to engage in their compulsions.

The human body has a very powerful response system to both real and imagined threats. Once it has been triggered, it usually takes five to twenty minutes to calm down, and it can have lasting effects afterward. When someone is in a fight-or-flight (or freeze) response like this, their body will prioritize their strength, speed, and reflexes over their clear thinking. Even if the person is trying their best to calm down and think clearly, it will probably take time.

The slow, deep intake of oxygen has been proven time and time again to encourage the body to go back into its usual calm state. Oxygen flow to the brain also allows for clearer thinking, and slow, deep breathing is an instinct that is easy for a distressed person to focus on.

If you do accidentally something that freaks them out, know that it is not your fault. You probably couldn’t have known that what you did would trigger that person’s OCD, and it is a mistake that could happen to anyone.

Whatever inconvenience the OCD attack is causing YOU as a bystander is probably a lot less inconvenience than it is causing the person. No one in the world would want or choose for this to happen to themselves. Not only is an OCD attack interruptive, it is stressful, exhausting, and can feel embarrassing. Furthermore, their whole day can be thrown off because of the attack, which makes all kinds of inconveniences for them. This should be an unspoken rule, but unfortunately some people don’t forget it: do not make someone feel like they are burdening you because they are suffering, because that is unnecessary and can even make it worse for them.

Things that can help someone who is having an OCD attack:

Telling them that you’re there for them and offering to stay with them for as long as they need.

Telling them that you have faith in them, you know that they will feel better soon,

Asking if there are any therapy strategies that they are supposed to use for an OCD attack, and offering to help them with it.

Telling them that there’s no rush, that they can have all the time they need to feel better. Sometimes, in a state of panic, it can be extremely overwhelming to think that you are stealing someone’s time or ruining your own schedule. Hearing that there isn’t a rush can be a huge relief in and of itself.

Offering to listen if they want to talk about what’s happening to them.

If the person is afraid to do something (eat, touch an object, leave the house…), you can offer to do it together.

Offering to hold their hand, give them a hug, or whatever their preference is.

Offering to help with anything they need after the attack, such as taking them home or handling responsibilities for them. Sometimes a person can feel extremely overwhelmed not just because of the trigger, but because they don’t know how they will keep going after they’ve calmed down. Offering to take some things off their shoulders and help them can also be a huge relief in and of itself.

Providing a distraction like an interesting conversation, a simple task, or a change of scenery. Even if the person doesn’t directly engage in it, it can still be helpful for them to just watch or listen to you.

Taking deep breaths, even if they don’t do it themselves.

Getting them a glass of water.

Getting them a sensory object like an ice cube or ice pack, a fidget toy, a mint or piece of gum, or any other safe substance that can help to reconnect them with the outside world via their senses.

Getting them a grounding tool that they already use for OCD attacks, like a fidget toy or noise blockers. Some people keep items like this in a backpack or purse. There are even apps you can get on your phone that they might already have.

Giving them privacy or helping them go somewhere with more privacy. It can be even more overwhelming to feel embarrassed or stared at when you’re already distressed.

Thank you immensely for reading this post. I hope it is helpful. If you want to suggest any changes or additions, please comment or reblog! Like I said, I am not an expert, but this has information has come from many, many days going through this stuff. And if you need someone to talk to about it, or you have questions, I’ll do my very best to help you.

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captain039 · 1 year ago

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PART 3 Playing with fire

Alpha!Kylo Ren x omega!reader

Warnings: AOB, sexual, jealousy, slow burn, eventual smut, anger issues, swearing, harassment

Precious part <-

This is what he wears ⬇️

A voice came over the speaker for members of your department to report to the landing zone. You felt your blood go cold and glanced to your father who looked worried.

“I’m sorry I have to go” you whispered ending the call before he could speak. You grabbed your jacket and put it on before heading out to the hangar. You met up with Leo who had a layer of sweat on his forehead. You held his hand there for yourself and him, he held it tightly as you lined up behind another division. You kept your head down keeping your hands clasped in Leo’s. You held your breath as the ship opened with a hiss wondering why your group was chosen to be here, but then it looked like the whole ship was here. The supreme leader appeared black draped and cape behind him. His eyes were sharp and his posture tall. Maker he was handsome. You cursed the thought instantly as your eyes kept staring he stopped walking though and everyone held their breath. His eyes scanned the crowd and you froze his eyes landing on yours. His nose flared briefly before he sharply left to walk. You were holding Leo’s hand in a vice grip as the supreme leader finally left. You quickly ran to your room not wanting to deal with anything. You paced in your dorm heart pounding, what the hell just happened? His eyes had met yours right? Maybe he knew, he’d kill you, maker he was probably on the way to do so.

The supreme leader didn’t kill you, a few days past of you living in fear and heightened senses. You flinched at any crash or movement, Leo was overly worried and Brax kept giving you worried looks. By the third day you started to calm down after no appearance from the supreme leader. You messaged your family frequently, trying to make things right somehow though it would never work. Most nights you’d be crying on the holo with them, either your mum or sister would be angry, rightfully so, just you wished to see one smile. Your dad was hurt you knew he just offered you smiled and your grandma well she seemed to be slipping away like she wasn’t there.

You walked down the hall head down you were due for a delivery today, it better not be late. You walked down to your station your whole body tense, the hair on the back of your neck sticking up. You felt like you were being stalked, you snapped around seeing no one and took a breath. You turned around only to scream, you quickly placed a hand over your mouth seeing the supreme leader right in front of you.

“Do you greet your officers the same way?” He asked head tilted. Your mouth ran dry as you felt your cheeks heat up.

“No sir- supreme leader” you cursed yourself silently at your words as he chuckled lightly. You frowned at the noise and the odd happiness it brought you. Your eyes hadn’t left his face as you looked over the scar on his face. Your fingers twitched to trace over it and you quickly looked down in embarrassment. Maker his smell, he smelt powerful earthy scent mixed with citrus. You found yourself breathing it in and sighing, you felt a strange calmness and wanting before rationality kicked in. You began to shake again and forced thoughts out of your mind as you saw a worried Leo peeking out of your office door.

“Perhaps you should be more aware of surroundings next time” the supreme leader said and you flinched.

“Yes supreme leader” you nodded and he hummed and left, brushing by you. Your arm felt like it sparked and you quickly rushed to Leo. You hid in the room as he held your arms to stable you.

“What happened?!” He whisper yelled as Brax raised an eyebrow.

“What’s wrong?” Brax asked.

“She almost died!” Leo yelled and you shushed him.

“Calm down” Brax huffed at the beta.

“The supreme leader talked to her” he added and Brax stiffened.

“He smelt good” you whispered in a weird daze.

“What?!” Leo said.

“Huh?” You said dumbly and flushing.

“Maker kill me” he whined.

“Talk a breath Leo go sit down” Brax huffed and the beta sat down. Brax looked to you with a raised eyebrow as you went to your computer. You were in a weird trance your arm tingling from where he brushed against it, he put you in some strange trance.

The next too days had you even more on edge though your shipment was late, it was never late! Where the hell was it? You went to the delivery officer a pissed look on your face.

“Where the hell is my delivery!” You snapped handing your data pad to the officer. She scoffed at you and went over to the computer and ran it.

“Delayed” she said simply not caring. You felt your anger snap.

“Delayed why?” You pressed.

“Delayed end of story” she snapped back and you growled annoyed.

“I need that delivery now! It’s been two days get your troopers to do something!” You glared. She didn’t deserve it initially, but her attitude now made her deserve it.

“I won’t send anyone to do anything it’ll get here when it gets here” she rolled her eyes.

“No-“ before you were about to speak your mind you felt something behind you. The alpha in front of you shrank eyes wide in fear. The powerful scent from a couple of days came flooding your sense and you felt a calm rush through your body.

“Is there a reason for this uprise?” The supreme leader asked behind you.

“Supreme leader-“ the alpha in front of you stuttered.

“Speak now” he snapped to her and you shuddered.

“A delivery has been delayed supreme leader, I don’t know why” she said not daring to meet his eyes. You don’t know why you turned around and back up in respect.

“Find out why” he growled and she left with her tail between her legs. You kept looking at the ground hoping he’d just leave.

“Do you also keep your back to your superiors?” He questioned and you froze. You quickly turned around and kept your head in a bow and took a few steps back.

“Sorry supreme leader” you said. He wore a sharp black attire a gold chain connecting his cloak over his chest.

“Is there a reason this delivery is so important?” he questioned and you froze.

“Tech stuff supreme leader crucial for my faction” you lied and he tilted his head and hummed. He took a step closer and you felt your whole body tense. You could feel your neck straining to bare itself. He came closer into your space and your head tilted to the side. A satisfied hum left him and he leant down taking a deep breath, warm breath fanning your neck. Your whole body shuddered in delight, your eyes shut tightly. You felt his lips ghost over the scent glands on your neck.

“Supreme leader” someone spoke and he growled making you flinch and step away quickly. He turned around hand up ready to choke the poor storm trooper.

“What” the supreme leader snapped.

“I’m sorry supreme leader, you’re needed in the navigator room” he said. The supreme leader sighed hand going back to his side. His head turned slightly back to you, but didn’t look at you as he quickly left, the storm trooper behind him. Your heart dropped and you let go of the breath you were holding.

Next part ->

#kylo ren x reader #alpha kylo ren x reader #alpha kylo #x reader #aob #Starwars

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jnnul · 1 year ago

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let me let you go

a/n: no, i still don’t like it but it’s been a full 10 days since i’ve posted anything so i feel like i’m gonna fade into the abyss unless i post smth. sorry lol 😕

word count: 0.7k

tags: angst bruh, uhhh, breaking up w the one person u know will always love u, not my best writing i’m ngl sorry to disappoint guys

gif creds: @choibeomggyu

beomgyu choi has but one little regret in life.

not to say that he hasn’t done many stupid things in his life. in fact, beomgyu has probably done every stupid thing there is to do when you’re young, dumb, and broke.

he’s accidentally set his hair on fire (no one told him that hairspray is flammable), sent his high school homecoming date an ‘i love you’ text the first time he got drunk (she’s lesbian and was in the closet at the time), and has greened out and eventually had to be hauled off in the trunk of yeonjun’s car because it was too much of a hassle to get him in a carseat.

but even so, he’s never regretted any of those things. sure, he didn’t like the fact that it took nearly a year to grow his hair back out but he really rocked the buzzcut. and his lesbian homecoming date was the one who hooked him up at the internship he was at right now. and every time he had done a little too much at a party, he had woken up the next morning with videos he knew he would look behind on fondly.

and with even all of these things, beomgyu regretted you the most.

he regretted not being the man you deserved. you were just so sweet, so kind, so good and he had let you slip through his fingers. every time he did something dumb, you would be there to smile and laugh at his uneven hair or his crazy stories.

you never made him feel dumb for the stupid things he did. taehyun always got on his ass about doing things impulsively without thinking about how the consequences might play out. beomgyu had a really habit of just rushing into things - especially if he thought it would be a good story to tell later on.

you were the opposite though. you didn’t really party (although you went hard when you did), kept to yourself most of the time, and honestly, you were a little bit of an overthinker. it was like you would go through every single terrible outcome from each small step you took before you finally made a move.

and yet, you never tried to rein him in. honestly, maybe beomgyu wouldn’t be wrestling with so much regret if you had. if you had tried to change him, maybe beomgyu would remember the memories he had with you with a little more contempt than he does now. maybe he wouldn’t try to access your instagram page through his friends accounts just to see what you were up to.

or maybe he would be here with you right now. maybe if you had tried to change him, beomgyu finally would have come to his senses and would’ve learned to settle down. or settle up, really.

even if you never tried to change him, and you always told him that you liked him just the way he was, beomgyu felt like he was the best version of himself around you. he thought a little more, spoke a little less, and laughed a little louder every single time he was in your presence.

instead of getting down in the dumps about he felt about himself (inevitably causing him to then do something stupid to get his mind off of it), he felt like he could talk to you. he liked to hear your calm and rational opinion on his matters. because you would never try to overly praise him or try to bring him down too hard. you would just tell him the truth.

which was why he broke up with you.

you brought out the best version of him, sure, but beomgyu couldn’t hide his faults forever. even if you never judged him, even if you always laughed at his stories instead of scolding him, beomgyu couldn’t help but wonder if you would still look at him the same way if you knew just how much darkness he hid behind his smile.

and so, he broke up with you. he knew if he told you his true and honest feelings, you would’ve called him out on his bullshit. that’s just who you were. even if you knew it would hurt, you would tell him the whole, neutral, honest truth.

beomgyu didn’t like that. he didn’t want someone as perfect and accepting as you to be with someone riddled with too much energy to expel and too many overwhelming emotions. so he let you go.

and he has regretted it every day since then.

#jnnul #beomgyu fic #txt fic #beomgyu angst #txt angst #beomgyu x reader #txt x reader #choi beomgyu #txt headcanons #beomgyu headcanons

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wewerebornsextuplets · 8 months ago

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okay SO. kiru and ichi. this one's very long again (I love to talk. did you know that. i love it) so under the cut we go again 🔥

if we're gonna discuss how they met, i first need to talk about kabosu

kabosu was a rescue from a shelter that kiru was volunteering at one summer, who seemed to be the perfect fit for kiru. and she was! except for one thing...

kabosu is a bit of an escape artist, and was much worse about this early on; breaking screen doors, learning how doorknobs work, she was kind of a menace. normally kiru is about to thwart her plans, and she's generally enriched enough that she doesn't try to escape very often. shes happy! but early on, when kiru was settling back into juggling college and work with her free time again...

so, she was off to the races. and kiru, who is typically very even-tempered and rational, was INCREDIBLY stressed about this, since she's well aware of the problems that stray cats usually face. not to mention everything else she had going on... so she was kind of a mess, and was really panicked when she went looking for kabosu!

luckily for kiru, though, ichi was the one to find her, and decided to keep an eye on her once he noticed kabosu's collar. eventually, they crossed paths, and kiru kind of just started freaking out like "OH MY GOD THANK YOU FOR FINDING HER" and crying throwing up etc etc. ichi was just kind of like Erm... okay... (what the fuck)

once kiru calmed down (and effectively baby-proofed the apartment for kabosu) she kind of realized that she:

-probably looked really pathetic

-didn't even offer him a reward for finding kabosu

and was VERY embarrassed with herself, particularly because akatsuka is huge! she might not ever see him again!!! BUT, luckily for her, working at the deli counter means she interacts the deli she works at just so happens to be matsuyo's favorite when it comes to buying meats for any big meals she might be prepping. and sometimes, when she doesn't feel like running errands, she sends one of the boys instead.

so when ichi comes into the store that next week and they recognize one another, she apologizes for acting so crazy and says she wants to repay him for keeping her cat safe. he declines any monetary exchange, because his mind goes to what happens whenever any one of the brothers wins at pachinko/suddenly comes into any extra money, and he doesn't feel like getting his ass beat. so instead she's like "you wanna just go like. get lunch or something? you can pick where idrc" and hes like BET i love free food

at first ichi thinks it'll probably be awkward, and he'll hate being there the whole time, but he wanted to get it over and done with just to keep the balance (shoutouts to season 2). but as the day continues, he finds himself... liking talking to kiru? she leads the conversation (which he appreciates, since he isn't good at that) but doesn't overtake it, and is generally pretty open-minded and understanding of him not being very high-energy. they find that they're able to riff off one another very easily. for once, he doesn't mind meeting someone new! and i think he would feel more at ease being able to talk to a woman without the pressure of trying to impress her in the back of his mind (since kiru is, well. if you didn't know she was a lesbian by now i really don't know what to say.)

kiru ends up giving him her phone number since they hit it off well enough and he doesn't have any socials. it takes him a few weeks to actually call her, since he kept putting it off and getting too nervous. but once he manages to get the ball rolling they become very fast friends! he probably even catsits for her on occasion. kabosu likes him quite a bit

as a last point i imagine he would introduce her to everyone else after a couple of months but up until then would only speak very vaguely of her (her name means "cut/behead" and her surname means "butcher". kind of hard to talk about her!), so everyones concept of her is just incredibly abstract until then. ichi just seems a bit too cagey to talk too openly about his friends like that

BUT YEAH that's it <3 lots of words to explain a meeting that isn't all that complex but i love to ramble 👍

#larry time #ocs #kiru #so so much text im sorry guys.

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shortandbittersweet · 1 year ago

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Here is my Winter Gift Exchange '23 fic for @yelpfic, I truly hope you like it! Happy holidays!

A Story in 6 Episodes

It was easy for Agon, ‘it’ being pretty much anything. It was easy for Agon and the young man made no secret of the fact that he liked his life easy.

It was not easy for Unsui, 'it' once again being pretty much anything. After years of somewhat bitter sibling rivalry, though, the older and less gifted brother had managed to find a kind of balance. While taking care of his brother and trying to help him achieve even higher peaks was not his initial life goal, he’d made his peace with it and actually felt useful. Of course, Agon had to go and make that difficult too.

'Are you really happy with living a mediocre life? Why don't you go out there and fight for your dreams?'

Unsui had given some thought to what his younger brother told him and eventually decided to give pursuing his own dreams a tentative try. Of course, it quickly emerged that Agon had actually meant that Unsui should pursue his dreams in a way that would not prevent him from continuing to help out Agon the way he always had before. This was why, instead of revising for his exams in the relative comfort of his small studio apartment, he was trying to study in the badly insulated living room of a seemingly abandoned building. Leave it to his twin to promise to house-sit and then change his mind on the very night he was supposed to start, electing to go out with his newest flame. And leave it to Unsui to let himself be somewhat guilt-tripped into doing the job for him. But /this/ time, he /was/ going to keep the money, he promised himself as he desperately tried to find a comfortable spot on the old sofa, which was incidentally also the only available seat in a ridiculously oversized room.

Rationally, he knew that the house could not be abandoned. There was little point in house-sitting an abandoned house with next to no furniture after all. The owners were probably just used to living sparingly. Or very attached to their pieces of furniture, refusing to replace them when they were inevitably damaged beyond repair. Or were part of a cult that had sworn off worldly possessions.

Yes, Unsui told himself for the hundredth time turning a page that he had only half-heartedly managed to read, this is a perfectly legit and safe job. His brother would never knowingly put him in danger. He was sure of it. Which of course is why, when the demon suddenly appeared, he was not even that surprised.

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Unsui was used to being blamed for his twin’s deeds. He hated when it happened, but he was used to it and, with experience, got fairly good at quickly calming down the offended party with the promise of whatever compensation was requested. On a very good day, he even managed to convince the person he was talking to that he was not actually Agon Kongo but his twin brother, Unsui. He did not try it often, as he'd come to find that people reacted negatively at what they perceived as an insulting joke added to the injury. The point was that he'd gotten very good at quickly calming down people who were angry with his brother and felt confident in his abilities. That was probably the only thing that allowed him to survive what happened after the house started shaking.

At first, it was just a tremor, which Unsui ascribed to a minor earthquake; a few seconds later, though, a portion of the living room floor started glowing a fiery red before being sucked into a black chasm, opening up a terrifying view on licking flames. Giant bats flew out of the darkness with an ear-splitting screech and messily converged into a barely humanoid form, wings and furry bodies squirming and sticking out in uncomfortable angles. Dozens of high-pitched voices somehow became a single, deafening scream.

‘AGON KONGO!!!!’

Unsui gulped. The creature did not have eyes, but the human could still feel /something/ staring daggers at him. Still, this was a well-rehearsed scene and muscle memory took over while the brain sputtered and went dead, frozen by cosmic horror. His mouth opened in a placating smile and he bowed in a gesture of penitence.

‘Oh dear, there seems to have been a misunderstanding-‘

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Unsui stared. It felt like he’d spent an eternity and yet no time at all trying to calm down an eldritch demon who apparently had a personal vendetta against his twin. He should have been comforted by the fact that he was somehow still alive and that the creature had decided to dawn a human appearance but comforted he was not.

Had he met the young man in a casual setting, he might not have been too disturbed. Sure, the hair looked too sculpted to be natural; the features were too sharp; the smile was… too much and not quite right. Knowing that behind that (mostly) human mask a demon hid, though, made looking away almost impossible. Were the bats imitating skin? Were the bats even there at all? Was it all just an illusion? Or were the bats playing human while clad in a trench coat of skin? What would happen if he touched-

Suddenly the demon was right in front of him, eyes comically wide and with a smile that showcased perfect fangs.

‘You try that, fucking baldy, and you will lose the whole arm!’

It took Unsui a few seconds to understand that the weird ‘kekekekeke’ sound that followed the threat was supposed to be a snigger. The chilling announcement was made even more off-putting by just how /happy/ the demon sounded at the prospect. Also, apparently, he could read minds. Nice.

‘So! You’re Unsui.’

The older Kongo brother cautiously nodded.

‘And why are you here instead of your fucking brother, Unsui?’

The poor human tried to school his features and free his mind. Agon is not here. That is the simple fact. He was busy. Agon was very busy. Business is what kept Agon away. He was busy – with a girl – he was-

‘wAs hE nOw?’

That one intrusive thought, followed by an inhuman hiss, brought the whole mantra to a screeching halt and Unsui once again feared for his life and that of his twin. However, the monster looked disappointed more than angry.

'Guess that's what his promises are worth. Should have known after last time… Bah, whatever. Listen here, you fucking baldy, the world will end tonight unless we do something. Your useless twin was supposed to help me out, but he is not here and I don’t have the time to run after him, so you’ll have to do.’

Unsui’s mind was reeling. The demon had actually trusted his brother with something? The world was ending? But more importantly, /he/ was /replacing/ Agon? That was impossible, he couldn't do it, he would be a let-down, a disappointment, how could he compare to-

‘Yo, baldy! Fucking /breathe/! I just need you to drive!’

Oh. Maybe, just maybe, it would be okay then.

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The trip was uneventful. The demon – or Hiruma Yoichi, as the creature had introduced himself with a fanged smile at the beginning of the journey – had proved to be surprisingly pleasant company. Sure, he seemed to enjoy cursing every human unlucky enough to cross their path (and apparently knew the darkest secrets of each of them), but Unsui had grown up with Agon; at least Hiruma’s antics were funny as well as scary. Unsui found himself grinning and laughing aloud more than a few times and, by the time they reached their destination, had all but forgotten the strange circumstances of their meeting. It took him seeing the menacing form of a solitary lighthouse towering on a cliff to remind him that the trip was one of business rather than pleasure.

Hiruma was already knocking on the lighthouse’s wooden door by the time Unsui reached him after parking the car nearby. When it looked like the demon was about to kick it down, the door finally opened to reveal a dark-haired, bespectacled man wearing a black robe ornated with complicated designs carefully stitched in silver thread. Even under the soft light of the stone entrance, it subtly glinted like a sea of stars.

‘Hiruma, finally! Where have you been?? It’s almost too late!’

Despite his animated words, the man still managed to give out an aura of cold competence. Unsui quickly reached the conclusion that Hiruma's possible absence had been a calculated variable in the bespectacled man's equation; the demon actually showing up was simply another branch in a mapped path.

Hiruma simply pushed him aside and signaled Unsui to follow.

‘If it’s so fucking late, why do you still have the time to ask stupid questions four-eyes?’

There was no real heat behind the comment as if Hiruma was also reading from a pre-agreed script, but the older Kongo twin still felt the need to offer the dark-haired man an apologetic smile as he followed the demon to the spiral stairway leading to the top of the lighthouse. The other man simply shook his head, something like a smile appearing on his lips.

Upon reaching the top of the lighthouse, they found themselves in the spacious place under the light. Another man, also clad in an intricately ornate robe, was observing the dark night outside the stained window with focused contemplation. He cut an impressive figure; tall, dark, and handsome, he would not have looked out of place on the cover of an adventure book.

‘You are late.’

The man did not turn around to greet them and Unsui started to dislike him.

'He said while hanging around the window, heroically doing nothing.'

That prompted the other to finally turn around, looking ready to reply with a scathing remark, but he stopped in his tracks upon catching sight of Unsui.

‘Did you cut your hair?’

Unsui sighed, preparing to explain the situation all over again. Hiruma beat him to it.

‘Nah, this is Unsui, Agon’s older brother. He’ll be helping us tonight. Agon was… busy doing business.’

‘But this is not- Did you explain to him what will be happening?!’

Unsui turned towards Hiruma, admittedly curious. The demon grinned at him affably.

'So, Unsui, talldarkandhandsome here is Shin, and the dolt finally coming up the stairs to join us is Takami. The four of us are going to have a fun evening! We will stand in this room, each in a specific spot according to the design drawn on the floor that you somehow just noticed. And that’s basically it! We will listen to Takami read a few sentences in an ancient forgotten language, just for kicks. We will each spill a few drops of our blood, for good luck – and to keep the door to the Abyss locked so that the monsters inhabiting it cannot devour the planet – and then we can drive back home. Got all that? Great! Your spot is over there!’

Unsui opened his mouth, but found that no sound would come out. Takami, who had graced the doorway midway through Hiruma’s speech, was tiredly rubbing his eyes behind the glasses and Shin looked ready to explode.

'Did you seriously just drag an /innocent bystander/ to the Ground 0 of a potential monster invasion without even telling him that-'

A deranged laugh promptly interrupted what sounded like a long tirade. Hiruma was standing on his spot of the complex design, having meanwhile donned a garish red robe several sizes too big for him. The robe positively shone, covered as it was in hundreds of stereotypical gold stars. The demon's smile was so wide and self-satisfied it could have lit the entire room.

‘Look at me! I am a human, doing human magic!’

Takami groaned.

‘For the last time, just because it has stars-‘

Suddenly, the ground started shaking, and the room, which up until that point had been only softly illuminated, lit up with a malignant greenish glow. Unsui dared to glance outside the window and took a step back as terror constricted his throat. The sea was bubbling, green flames impossibly snaking under the surface. Something horrible was happening. His eyes found Hiruma's, who smiled encouragingly at him.

‘Perhaps it was a little late.’

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Unsui’s ears were not working. That had to be the explanation for why all sound was completely distorted. Much like his hearing, his sight was also clearly out of order, for there was no way the horrors his eyes insisted they were seeing could exist in nature. Due to the absurd feedback it was getting, his brain threatened to shut down completely, while his heart seemed to decide that it needed to carry the weight of the malfunctioning senses and was hammering madly in his chest. After a while, it was the only sound he could register. A movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention and he was more than happy to focus on that; anything to distract his mind from the world just outside the window.

It was Hiruma of course. He was still grinning, but his smile was set with grim determination; his eyes blazed with the fire of a gladiator catching sight of their sworn enemy in the arena. Ever so slowly he was getting up from the crouch the earthquake had forced him into. Soon he was standing on his symbol, not a cowering mess but someone regal and dangerous, the commander from Hell.

Unsui's eyes wandered the room, his brain still somewhat disconnected from what was happening. He registered Takami and Shin slowly getting up as well, shaken and undeniably afraid but still willing to fight. They also limped to their positions in the room, Takami dragging a book as if it weighed a million tons.

Unsui’s attention was once again captured by the sickening green light outside the window. They were getting closer.

He couldn’t do it, naturally. The universe needed Agon Kongo for something so vital. There was simply no way… no way at all…

Shin shouted something at him, but he could not understand the words. Other words were filling his mind in a language that he did not know but that was terrifyingly starting to make sense. He saw Shin screaming at Hiruma next, but the demon just shrugged and smiled.

A deep sense of calm washed upon Unsui. The universe needed Agon Kongo. It was its usual tough luck that it got Unsui Kongo instead. Unsui, who was perfectly aware of all the ways he fell short. Unsui, who would not be enough, but who would not go down without a fight.

He took a deep breath. He slowly got up.

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Agon Kongo did not have a good evening. The girl saw through him almost immediately and decided her time would be better spent somewhere else. He hated the perceptive types.

With nothing better to do, he decided to head to the abandoned house Hiruma had set as their meeting place for whatever stupid project he was working on. Agon had left him on read for as long as he could until the demon-trash had become too much to handle. So he decided to send Unsui to see what the hell he wanted. Served both idiots right; Unko-chan had become too uppity. As he reached the street leading to the house, he stopped dead in his tracks. The scene that greeted him was disturbing to the most.

The demon-trash and Unko-chan were sitting on the roof of his idiot brother’s car… /chatting/. Laughing. Elbowing each other as if they were the best of friends. They were /smiling/. An irrational rage exploded in Agon’s chest and before he knew it, he was advancing towards them with the threatening aura of a sleep paralysis demon.

Agon immediately felt better when both of them jumped as he slammed his palms on the trunk. At the same time, he was further angered by them being too engrossed in their discussion to notice him until that moment.

‘Fine, trash, I’m here’, he finally gritted out. ‘What the fuck do you want?’

Hiruma smirked at him.

‘Nah, don’t worry about it. Unsui dealt with it.’

Agon’s eyes snapped to his twin and took in his banged-up appearance. A nasty smile stretched his lips while, behind his sunglasses, his eyes twinkled with malicious glee.

‘Oh really? Unko-chan handled it? I can sure see how well he did. Looks like it almost killed you, in fact.’

His brother shrugged, almost good-naturedly.

‘Could have been worse. The world didn’t end.’

The two pieces of trash actually laughed at that, as if it was some kind of shared joke.

‘Really? Tough words for someone who could only kick a football right half of the time. In fact-’

Agon never managed to finish the sentence, because Hiruma had immediately grabbed Unsui by his shirt and dragged him close to his face.

‘Football? You play football?! American football or soccer?’

‘Ah. American football… but I don’t really have a team now, so…’

At that, Hiruma’s smile got so wide that it could have lit up a stadium.

‘What a coincidence! I am actually building a team! I only got a couple of members so far, two idiots with whom I go way back, but they are passionate and not completely hopeless. I think they would like you!’

‘… really?’

‘Hell yeah! You should come at tryouts!’

Unsui tentatively smiled back. Just like that, the two of them were back in their world, laughing, chatting, and discussing football of all things. Agon watched in disbelief as they dove into animated conversation, completely forgetting about him.

As he silently fumed, plotting bloody vengeance, he could not help feeling that somewhen, somehow, a mistake had been made.

#ES2023WGE #eyeshield 21 #hiruma youichi #agon kongo #ichiro takami #unsui kongo #seijuro shin

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comet--cove · 1 year ago

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How would they (the friends) react to seeing Jesse crying?

I feel like Radar would be panicking because he idolizes them so seeing them cry would make him go like “Crap, what do I do”

OKAY SO! (claps hands like you're about to be in for a several hour lecture)

it really just depends on who it is. for this, I'll include everyone that's considered in the close-ish category, since it can really happen in any season and at any time.

you're totally right about radar-- he's not good at emotions and he's rather a more logical thinker, so the mix of not knowing how to handle properly comforting jesse and not knowing what's /making/ them upset would cause him to freak out a little. that and it's also scary to see someone he holds so highly finally breaking. this means that he'd to one of two things-- either he'd scramble to find things to cheer his boss up, or he'd try to give them space while they work things out with themself.

petra would be taken aback by suddenly finding her friend like this, but then again, she cried in front of jesse.. so after her moment of initial shock, she'd probably give them a really big hug and comfort them the best she can. she isn't the best with words, but damn does she give good hugs. she's definitely seen Jesse cry a few times.

lukas is certainly more of a words and feelings guy, but like petra, he'd be surprised. however, it would take him less time to recover-- and he'd be by their side, hugging them in an instant. since the man is good with words and has been with our dear protagonist since the beginning, he knows what to say right. he's also definitely seen jesse crying.

I don't believe jack or nurm really got to bond with jesse too much in terms of what would be required for this situation.. but nurm would totally try to comfort them (nurm is totally the kinda fella that just wants to help people), and jack would either back away or very hesitantly and awkwardly try to talk to them.

ivor.. he's goofy, and he's a mix of logical and emotional. so he'd certainly be surprised to see Jesse crying, but he knew it was going to happen eventually. depending on the severity, he'd either comfort them or allow them their space. for comfort, though, he'd probably try to empathize with them in an attempt to lessen their guilt.

now, for the two who've seen him cry the most out of everyone..

AXEL! he isn't a words guy, but we know he's emotional when it comes to big things. so he may try to awkwardly comfort Jesse with words, yes.. but he also gives the most comforting bear hugs ever. he then he cheers jesse up by threatening to punch whatever is making them cry-- which then leads to him joking that he's gonna punch THEM if they don't stop treating themself so badly. (axel never fails to cheer Jesse up by making them laugh.)

olivia is rational, but she's very good with words. not only would she be soothing in terms of what she says.. but she's also probably rub circles on jesse's back and talk them through why they're feeling so bad at that moment. usually it ends in jesse calming down and apologizing for crying, but she's always super understanding of the fact that they can't always be strong.

#i am a firm believer in axel bear hugs #im also a firm believer in ivor dad and lukas hugs #mcsm silly #idk what else to tag im just making shit up atp

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underjumble · 1 year ago

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So like, yk how the underground is like one big overglorified cave? What would happen if there’s a cave in and someone’s loved one (sans, paps, etc) got caught up in it? NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCES YEAH

To start, I'm getting rid of the more plausible scenarios and/or taking away some powers that they would be able to get out of there or get help quickly due to that being ✨️boring✨️

Sans

Loved one: Papyrus

If Papyrus wasn't in emanate danger than he would probably be very hesitant to leave his side. He tries to get him out, and tries to dig out rocks so the entrance is bigger

He would CHECK him immediately and give him all food that he had in his pockets to help him gain energy and magic and strength.

Sans would start out panicked, but once he gains his composure he starts to think more rationally

They'd go through their inventory slots and see if they could get anything to be beneficial. They probably won't.

Sans would, after a while, go run to the nearest monsters and frantically ask them to call the king over and if there's more than one, bring the other and look to them to help Papyrus out.

Papyrus isn't too concerned because he's not hurt. He doesn't like the situation, but he keeps his optimism.

If they get him safely out, Sans will be mostly fine but keep an eye on him more and make sure that Papyrus doesn't get himself into situations without being sure he can get out of them for a while.

If Papyrus is in enough danger, Sans will immediately run and be a blubbering mess, costing some time as people try to understand him

Once he has an adult and trusted ones on his way, he'll stick to Papyrus' side and murmur reassurance and hold his hands, although it's more for himself then Paps.

If he gets free eventually, Sans will be rattled and the trauma will either stay for a while or even never leave him, and he'll be much more protecting and keep a closer eye on him

If he dusts while waiting for help, as you'd expect, he'd never be the same. He'd grasp on tightly trying to hold more of his arm, as if he could hold him and he would beg him not to

He'd grasp as much dust of his as possible as his only lifeline, as if he can bring him back if he just got it all

He'd obviously be incredibly traumatized, becoming more withdrawn and quiet, and just in general much more aware of death and depressed.

Most of Papyrus' dust that was salvaged would be put on the things he loved, but Sans would get a tiny bottle with some dust that he keeps in his pocket.

Sans' grief is a hoarder version. He wouldn't dare get rid of anything that was Papyrus' even if it was insignificant.

In theory he could eventually grow out of it and become like Sans from undertale as an adult but I doubt it. He'd be missing a part of him and you can't replace their bond.

Time would eventually make the grief dull and have life be larger than his grief, though.

Papyrus

Loved one: Sans

I think at the start Sans would make a lazy joke about "oh noooo russ i cant get out, i'll have to just lie here forever" to actual "wait a second." but Papyrus wouldn't notice at first.

Sans is not injured in this scenario so he'll calm Papyrus down with awful stuck puns and cave puns and general goofs.

Papyrus will quickly run for help, then ramble about Sans to the person he's talking to even if it's unnecessary methinks ("MY BROTHER SANS, WHO IS LAZY AND FRUSTRATING, {more rambles about him})

Sans and Papyrus would be mostly chill because Sans knows how to calm Papyrus down.

If it's more dangerous, Papyrus will try to calm himself down, exclaiming that The Great Papyrus knows how to fix everything!! His expression and the sweat makes it clear he's not sure though.

He zips to someone, grabs their hand and speaks so fast while dragging them along that it confuses the monster

The monster is being held by a DETERMINATION-rushed kid though so he will keep dragging even if they fight, and get to Sans.

The monster would eventually understand and try to help and call Gaster

If he is freed, Papyrus will be mom-like, and chide him more often for being reckless. He will be stubborn and try to take care of him.

If he dusts, Papyrus will go to the good old denial tactic! He'd avoid all of Sans' stuff and pretend he's just on vacation, drowning out his voices

He'd do more chores to drown out his thoughts and keep himself busy so he won't remember what happened

I'm going to add more people and edit this 👍 just want you to get at least a piece

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hpimaginesandblurbs · 3 years ago

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PLEASEE we need a part 2 of Draco arranged marriage smut with preg readerr😩❕

mixed with this request: hey, can i request a combo of smut, angst, fluff draco x fem reader where she’s his wife, but draco’s been very busy lately and she needs him, she thinks he doesn’t find her attractive anymore because they hadn’t had sex in a long time, but draco tells her that he still loves her and make love to her? sorry if this is weird, and only if you’re comfortable. anyways have a good day

pairing: draco malfoy x reader

word count: 2.5k

warning(s): 18+, pregnant!reader, mentions of negative body image, mentions of weight gain, oral (female receiving), breast play, pregnant sex

a/n: this is actually part 3 to the arranged marriage draco series, so feel free to read the other two before this one if you haven't already! i love these ones so much. also my fbi agent probably thinks i'm a really kinky pregnant lady based on my search history while writing this but oh well.

part 1 / part 2

It had been almost two years since your arranged marriage to Draco Malfoy and a lot had changed since then.

Firstly, you two were very much happily in love. Your engagement and the first two weeks of your marriage had been awkward and tense, leading you to find pleasure in the arms of your ex. After an impulsive move to admit your mistake to Draco on the very same day, mixed in with some aggressive sex, you two had decided to give your relationship a real shot. It was the best decision either of you had ever made. And now, two years later, you could happily and honestly say it was a real marriage filled with love.

Secondly, Draco had fully taken over as the sole leader of the Malfoy’s family business. You still weren’t entirely sure what the business entailed even after he had explained it to you a dozen times, but you were still proud of him. He worked hard and that hard work was all for you and your growing family.

Oh, right.

The biggest change in your lives has been your pregnancy. It wasn’t exactly planned but it wasn’t exactly an accident either. The two of you had simply decided to let fate decide, and fate was deciding now. You were six months in and you were really beginning to show. It wasn’t the bump that was the problem, but your husband's reaction. Or non-reaction. You understood he was busy with work and more than likely tired when he finally made it to bed, but he had barely touched you over the past few weeks other than small kisses. You knew he loved you, there was no doubting that, but you were starting to have your doubts about his attraction towards you.

Which led to the current situation unfolding in your bedroom.

“Why are you wearing that to bed? You never wear that much clothing to go to sleep,” Draco asked, his face laced with concern as he stripped from his work clothes near the bottom of the bed.

You almost wanted to roll your eyes. Or scream. Because of course he noticed. He noticed everything. You settled on giving him a non committed shrug, but of course he wasn’t having any of that either.

He quickly rounded to the bed to sit down beside you. “Are you feeling alright?” He asked, already bringing his hand up to feel your forehead.

You quickly pushed his hand away and this time you couldn’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes. “I feel fine,” you replied shortly, praying that he wouldn’t keep pestering you about it.

In truth, you were wearing a full set of pajamas to bed because you just didn’t feel attractive wearing your usual over sized shirts or skimpy, small sets anymore. You knew, rationally, that most of it was in your head, but his lack of libido for you lately wasn’t helping you feel much better about your current weight gain.

“Why all the clothing, then? Are you cold? I can turn the heat up if you’d like,” Draco continued, but he stood back up to continue changing.

“Draco, I said I was fine,” you insisted, barely keeping the annoyance out of your voice.

“Do you have a sexy set of lingerie underneath that you want me to find?” He asked, playfully now.

You scoffed. “Not that you’d fuck me if I did anyways,” you whispered under your breath.

But of course he heard you.

“What was that?” He asked, spinning back around to face you, his shirt half unbuttoned and his tie around his neck. Damn him for looking so good.

“I know you heard me. Don’t make me repeat it,” you replied coldly, rolling over so you didn’t have to face him any more.

“Y/N,” he called, trying to get your attention, trying to get you to turn back around. Once he realized that wouldn’t work, he rounded the bed so he could see your face. “Why do you think that?” He asked calmly, but you could see the desperate confusion all over his face.

“‘Why do I think that?’” You mocked, the question riling you up enough to force you to sit up. “Oh, I don’t know, maybe because you haven’t touched me in weeks. I know I’ve gained weight and I know I’m probably starting to look like a whale but-”

“Hey, hey, hey,” he cut you off, swiftly climbing onto the bed so he could be closer to you. “Darling, please calm down,” he pleaded softly, gently dragging you onto his lap so he could hold you. You let him move you easily, but you were still uneasy. He held you close and waited for you to calm down a bit and get settled before he started.

“First of all, you don’t look like a whale so let’s get that out of the way. You never have and you never will no matter how big this baby gets. You’re growing a child inside of you, darling. Please don’t be so hard on yourself for something you’re supposed to be doing right now,” he told you, absentmindedly stroking your growing belly. It was a new quirk he had picked up once you started showing - either of you started talking about the baby and suddenly his hand was on your stomach. The familiarity of the movement put you at ease and you leaned further into him.

“Secondly, I haven’t initiated anything because you were telling me how tired you’ve been. I didn’t want to push you into something you didn’t want or end up hurting you or the baby, so I didn’t try anything. I realize now that that was a mistake, because I hate that I made you feel this way, darling. I should have just asked. But please trust me when I tell you I’ve wanted you every day, same as it’s always been and always will be. Merlin, the past few weeks I’ve been going to bed and waking up hard enough to pound nails,” he admitted sheepishly, causing you to giggle.

Even the thought of him being hard had you clit throbbing and your body perking up. The past few weeks had left you desperate and aching despite the fatigue and other pregnancy symptoms wreaking havoc on your body. Despite the seriousness of the conversation, you wanted him now.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He finally asked, cutting off your train of thought.

You debated lying or even brushing off the question, but you knew he wouldn’t drop it unless he was certain you were being honest. Serious conversations called for honest responses.

“A couple of reasons I guess. You work hard all day and I know you’re tired by the time we get to bed, so I felt bad asking. And with the thoughts I was having it didn’t even really seem worth it to try anything because I thought you’d just shut me down,” you confessed, not even daring to look up at him.

“Darling, the day I say no to sex with you is the day my cock doesn’t work,” he said with a chuckle, but his hand came up to grab you under the chin to turn your head to face him. “I think you’re beautiful, Y/N. I have since the day I met you and everyday since. I don’t call you ‘my pretty girl’ for no reason. If you wanted me to make you feel good, you could have just asked me.”

You gave him a small smile, your first genuine one all day. But you jumped at the opportunity. “Even right now?” You asked bashfully, referencing the less-than-sexy pajamas you were wearing.

He didn’t even bother giving you an answer. On your next breath, he was pulling you into a heated kiss that you have been waiting weeks for. You both have been waiting if his enthusiasm was anything to go by.

Gently, so gently as if you might break if he was any rougher, he moved you both until you were laying flat on your back without breaking the kiss once. In mere moments he was stripping you bare, removing your layers until you were finally exposed to him. He didn’t give you a moment to be insecure, though.

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he murmured, his dark eyes trailing over every inch of your body. You might have thought he was just feeding you compliments if you didn’t see the utter rapture in his eyes, but his look of lust was unmistakable.

You were breathless just from the way he was looking at you, equally stunned and turned on by the way he was devouring you with his eyes. But when he immediately ducked down to lick a harsh trail up your soaked slit, a moan of pleasure got ripped from your throat without hesitation. After weeks of nothing but self inflicted torture, feeling his tongue on you was an otherworldly experience.

“Fuck, I missed this,” he murmured against your aching clit before unleashing himself on you like a starving man. He started on your clit, giving it kitten licks and sucking it in between his lips until your legs were shaking. Eventually, he made his way down to your entrance to fuck you with his tongue, making you writhe against the sheets and practically scream his name.

“Cum for me, pretty girl. I can feel how close you are,” he demanded, his lips a caress against your sensitive skin as he worked you closer and closer to your release with his tongue.

He sucked your clit into his mouth one last time, and that was your undoing. You came with a scream, your back arching obscenely as wave upon wave of pleasure coursed through your body. Despite not having made you cum in weeks, your husband certainly did not disappoint. You doubted he ever would.

You could feel Draco staring at you as you came down from your high, and when you cracked your eyes open you were just as transfixed as he looked. His usually perfect hair was a mess, sticking up in odd places from the way you had mused your fingers through his locks. His lips were swollen and wet, in equal measure from the kisses you had been sharing and his exquisite ministrations on your still throbbing cunt. And his eyes were dark with lust, staring into yours like you held the answer to every question he ever had.

“Did that feel good, darling?” He cooed, his hands trailing possessively up your body as he raised himself to hover above you.

“I want more,” you told him honestly as he took your tender breasts in his hands, tweaking your nipples just to force a whine out of you.

“Keep making those pretty noises and we might be here all night,” he said with a smirk, his head ducking down to suck on the nipples he had just been playing with.

It felt so much better than it usually did, probably thanks to how sore they were. His tongue was soothing every inch of you and every movement caused another pulse of pleasure to go directly to your clit.

“Fuck, I think I can cum like this,” you gasped, pulling his head impossibly closer to your chest.

With graceful ease he doubled down on his actions, licking and sucking on your nipples with fervor as he slipped a hand down to play with your clit. Your body was in sensory overload as he worked you closer and closer to the edge, never once stopping what he was doing just to get you there.

You arched your back, suffocating him with your breasts as you reached your peak. Your cunt clenched around nothing as he worked you through it, his own moans vibrating against your sensitive nipples.

Draco wasted no time in stripping the second your breathing evened out, settling himself in the cradle of your thighs once he was back on the bed at lightning speed.

“Tell me if it’s too much. I don’t know how gentle I can be right now,” he said softly, a warning you’d probably ignore because you needed him inside of you just as badly as he did right now.

You could only nod back, your voice caught in your throat in anticipation. In one swift movement, he was buried inside you to the hilt, both of you giving strangled moans at the sensation.

He started slow, letting your body readjust to his impressive length and girth. You weren’t even sure which noises were yours and which were his, but you did know you were fighting not to roll your eyes back in your head in order to watch him work. He was clearly holding back, but his impeccable self control was shattering as he thrust inside of you.

You knew just how to break him.

“Fuck me like you mean it. Draco, please. I want to feel it in the morning,” you whined, your voice breathy from just his slow movements. You knew you’d be helpless to your own desire once he broke, but you knew it would be worth it.

He took a moment to look at you, an assessing gaze in his eyes. It was sweet that he didn’t want to hurt you, but that’s not what you needed or wanted right now. Far from it, really. He must have liked what he saw because from one breath to the next, you were screaming his name.

His next thrust was brutal, deep and hard just the way you were craving. You knew neither of you would last long like this, not with all the pent up arousal, but it was worth it to feel the powerful movements of his hips as he ruined you.

Despite his lack of control, he was still meticulous in the way he tore you apart. Slowly, he dipped his head down once more to suck a nipple into his mouth. Your back arched as you writhed under him, only pushing his cock deeper inside of you. Once you felt his fingers on your clit, you knew you were done for.

The world was a blur as your climax hit you, your vision and hearing almost nonexistent as he fucked you through it. It was only when you heard Draco let out his own ragged, breathless moan that you felt your body falling back into place underneath him while he released deep inside of you.

You both stayed like that for a time, your bodies still joined and close as you both came back down to earth. It felt almost impossible to catch your breath, but when he pulled out and wrapped you in his arms you felt your entire body settle into him. The silence that fell over the room was peaceful and content, but a stark contrast from what it had been mere minutes ago.

“Go to sleep, pretty girl. I’m staying home tomorrow and at this rate it’s doubtful we’ll ever make it out of bed,” he finally said, his promise coming with a smirk you couldn’t see from your angle but you knew was dancing across his face.

“I like the sound of that,” you conceded, slowly succumbing to the sleep you desperately needed after that, but the last thought you had before sleep took you was that you had never felt more loved, more cherished, more beautiful than right now in his arms.

#Draco Malfoy #draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy smut #Draco Malfoy Headcanon #draco one shot #Harry Potter Smut #Harry Potter #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy drabble #draco x you

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thefanficmonster · 3 years ago

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Casual

Ranboo x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None, unless talking about the future counts

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Following the arrival of the dreadful invitation to his cousin’s wedding Ranboo turns to the only cover-up he can think of to keep his still-single status hidden from his family.

Requested by Anon. Hi darling! Thank you so much for your wonderful request! I’m so glad you sent your idea to me and I’m so glad you were my first official Ranboo request. I’m really sorry it’s taken me so long to write it but I still hope you’ll come across it and read it! Love, Vy ❤

“Heyyy, so Y/N, I have a favor to ask you...um yeah, call me back, it’s awkward sending it via voicemail. Bye“

Huh - that’s the first thought that goes through my head when I listen to the voicemail left after a missed call from my best friend Ranboo. The favors he usually asks for consist of requesting assistance for his videos in which I also appear with a mask and sunglasses to keep the brand running. I genuinely have nothing against my face being shown but when I think about it, I’m honestly a bit glad people can’t identify me.

Anyways, back to the favors, Ranboo is no stranger to asking me for them but they’ve never been considered too awkward for a voicemail which is why I’m no slightly concerned. I’ve been swamped with work for school and studies for the graduation finals for the past two weeks and it seems like I’ll never get on top of it and I know Ranboo’s been in a similar situation too, so maybe he needs help with that? He’s not used to asking help for school stuff, he sometimes even has a hard time accepting it when I openly offer it to him.

I eventually sigh, decide that playing this guessing game will not get me anywhere and settle on giving him a call as I make my way home from the gym with my legs barely putting up with the task of carrying me around.

He picks up on the second ring.

“Hey! Wh-...“

“Would you pretend to be my girlfriend for my cousin’s wedding next weekend?!“

My legs take that opportunity to stop moving in the middle of the sidewalk which is luckily void of any people at the moment. It’s not my fault my body’s first reaction was to freeze up at the question that came flying at me like an out-of-control jet, almost as though he’s been dying to say it and get it over with.

“Um...run that by me again please, I think I misunderstood.“ I say, blinking blankly as though awoken from a fever dream. No, actually as though I’m IN a fever dream right now.

“Ok, now that the cat’s out of the bag, wanna grab some coffee and talk about it face-to-face. I need to see your facial expressions to gauge what response to expect.“ He says, the previous nervousness gone and his voice calm as regularly once again.

I’m this close to face-palming but I squeeze my eyes tightly shut and bring myself to utter a reply, “Our usual spot. Be there in ten minutes.”

* * *

“No freaking way.“ I shake my head, folding my arms over my chest as I lean back in my seat in the booth we picked when we arrived. Good thing I got an iced coffee cause even a hot one would’ve gone cold by now considering I haven’t yet taken the time to have even a sip of it. I’ve been too busy listening to the long and short of the explanation and begging speech Ranboo probably made last night to try and convince me to agree to this nonsense. “Dude, we’ve been friends since middle school-...“

“Exactly! Who else was I gonna ask?“ He cuts me off, pleading gaze meeting my unimpressed one.

I huff before continuing my previous statement, “We’ve been friends since middle school so you know my opinion on weddings.” I put extra emphasis on the word ‘opinion’, giving him the clear hint at the distaste I’ve expressed on the topic multiple times before.

“And you know we’re on the same page there but there’s no way I can avoid going unless someone kidnaps me.“ He too now gets in the same stance as me, his coffee forgotten too.

I can’t help but snort out a little laugh, “I’d be more than happy to kidnap you considering the other option is far less appealing to me.“

He, of course, rolls his eyes at me as though he didn’t offer to do the same thing so I could avoid an exam but anyways. “So you’re gonna choose to fake a kidnapping that has the potential of landing you in jail over coming to eat some great food and maybe even have some fun at a wedding with your best friend? I’m hurt.“ He says, frowning to cover up the smile that’s fighting its way onto his face.

Now it’s my turn to roll my eyes, “I’d be kidnapping you, dummy...” I cut myself off to let out a long sigh and calm down before I go off at him. His smirk isn’t helping me much with the task either. I’ve known Ranboo long enough to know he’ll eventually convince me and he’s known me long enough to know how to do that exactly. With that in mind, there’s really no point in getting so worked up and wasting my energy. And so, despite my own rationality, I cave. “Fine, but I’m not staying the whole wedding.“

His eyes immediately light up and almost makes me feel the compromise was worth it. Almost. I mean, when you’ve been best friends with someone for so long, seeing them happy is worth more to you than your own comfort sometimes.

And he knows it too. Which is exactly why he outstretches his hand for me to shake and says: “Just one dance and you’re free to go. Deal?”

I take his hand without hesitations. That’s a better offer than I could’ve ever imagined. “Damn straight it’s a deal.“

* * *

“How long until you kick the heels off?“ Ranboo asks, bringing me a non-alcoholic cocktail and sitting down next to me.

I take a sip and giggle, “You kidding? I already kicked them off and replaced them with flats. I need mobility if we dance. They also lower the risk of me severing off a toe of yours if I step on you on accident.”

He laughs, clinking his glass against mine before he gets a bit more serious, “By the way, thanks for handling my family’s attack so well. I know it might’ve been a bit much but you handled it like a pro. Still, I’m sorry on their behalf.”

I shake my head and wave my hand dismissively, “Don’t mention it. I’d probably react the same way if my brother or cousin brought a date to an important family event like this.” I instinctively turn to look in the direction of where the majority of his family has gathered around, chatting with guests, smiling brightly. It’s hard not to immediately take a liking towards these people. They’ve been a second family to me ever since Ranboo and I started hanging out so I completely understand why they were so shocked to see me in the role of his ‘girlfriend’.

“I’ll tell my parents the truth later, our extended family is the ones I wanted to fool to be perfectly honest.“ He looks around as do I and we catch more than a few pairs of eyes fixated on us that turn away when they realize they’ve been spotted, “Mission accomplished by the looks of it.“

I chuckle. I’ve never felt so comfortable at a wedding before. I don’t feel stressed nor anxious despite knowing that there’s quite the number of eyes on me and there are whispers going around about my ‘relationship’ with Ranboo. It’s oddly calming and relaxing to be surrounded by some familiar and some unfamiliar faces. This cocktail is pretty great too.

Speaking of which, if it had any alcohol in it I’d blame it for the decision I’m about to make but this one’s entirely on me: I tap Ranboo with one hand while taking out my phone with the other. “If we’re already the talk of the wedding, let’s give them something to talk about.“ I say as I put up my phone, pretending to be taking a selfie leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek.

When I pull away I can clearly see that he’s still processing what just happened. I can’t help but burst out in a fit of laughter as I reach out to wipe the lipstick stain I left on his cheek. He looks like a lost, clueless puppy with the question: ‘what on Earth just happened???’ replaying in his head and it’s so freaking cute!

Wait....what was that? Since when do I use the adjective cute to describe Ranboo? Didn’t I think he looks handsome in a suit earlier too? The hell is with me today?

Then it hits me - the feeling isn’t foreign. Like, I know I’ve felt it before but I never analyzed it or even bothered to acknowledge it. But now that I do, I’m afraid of what it might be.

“There!“ I say, desperately trying to push the thoughts away along with this little firework show in my stomach, “Now you have pinker cheeks. Well, cheek, singular.“

As if snapping out of his state of confusion, he returns to Earth with a smirk, “Kiss the other to even it?”

Alright, his blush might not be even but mine now is and it’s ten times as intense and very much apparent but I don’t let the feeling shine through anything else as I proceed to actually kiss his other cheek too, wiping the lipstick stain.

“Thanks. You’re the best.” And just like that, as though it’s no big deal, he kisses my forehead.

See, that’s the thing, it shouldn’t be a big deal! It’s never been! This is far from the first time I’ve kissed him on the cheek or the first time he’s given me a forehead kiss. These are regular occurrences after years of this lovely friendship we have. Why do they feel so different now?

Then, much to my relief, the music starts and the lights turn off leaving only one spotlight for the groom and bride to have their first dance. They look absolutely astonishing and I can certainly say I’ve never before stopped to think that about any newly weds of the weddings I’ve preciously been to. I don’t know if it has something to do with the company I have for this particular wedding or it’s maybe the fact that my mindset’s changed over the years without me realizing.

Then I automatically look at Ranboo who just so happens to be looking at me too and all I can say is: my mindset hasn’t changed.

A loud applause takes over when the couple finish their dance, officially opening the dancefloor for any other pairs who’d like to occupy it and I’m happy to see how many people are eager to rush up with their partner.

Ranboo gets up, putting the glass down and offers me his hand, “So, wanna dance? Don’t take this as a sign to leave though, we said one dance and you CAN leave, not SHOULD.” He says, giving me a warning look.

I roll my eyes and am about to give him some sass right back but he takes my hand and picks me up from my seat, leading me to the dancefloor. And I gotta admit maybe it’s a good thing he did. If he left it to me I would’ve probably said no to the dance and ran the hell away. Why? - Cause I’m freaking terrified of this new mindset and point of view and these intense emotions I never used to pay any mind to before in regards to my best friend.

Friends don’t feel that way about friends. Friends don’t look at friends that way. What’s happening to me?

When I gotta look him in the eyes like this, not for the first time might I add, I can finally understand how the friends-to-lovers trope works: it’s all meaningless until it starts to mean so much to you. It’s all platonic until it reminds you of a romantic movie moment. It ‘best friends’ until it’s ‘I wish we were more than that’. It’s all casual, until it’s not.

And, unfortunately, it’s irreversible.

Damn do I wish I ran away now...

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clouds-rambles · 4 years ago

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hey bestie i was hoping to request xiao, venti, childe and zhongli where the the reader and the character have just had an argument + the reader needs time to calm down from the argument. omg maybe the reader comes back with a gift to apologise

Ask and ye shall receive <3. I’m the kind of person who needs time to relax and process the situation after an argument. I’m always too worked up (read angry) to kiss and make up straight after an argument.

Pairings; (Separate) Xiao, Venti, Childe, Zhongli x reader

Warning(s); breif mention of a wound, alcoholism, swearing

Keep reading under the cut!

Xiao

You’re probably being too harsh on the guy

You had just come back from a tough mission with a few more scrapes than you normally come back, a nasty cut in particular situated on your shoulder was what caused the argument to kick off in the first place

In hindsight the argument started from Xiao’s concern of you getting hurt worse but you were too tired from the commission to really read it as concern

But boy now do you feel bad. You both went your separate ways for the evening and in the morning you still haven’t caught sight of your partner. You eventually go around Wangshu Inn and ask if they’ve seen Xiao.

You get told that he’s out for the day, apparently he caught wind of something manifesting in the mountains. So, you suppose that it’s high time to make an apology gift

And what’s a better apology gift than your partners favourite food? Because your arguments are often few and far between you don’t mind making Xiao almond tofu since it’s not something you’ve associated with apologising

Though you’re aware that the sweet snack means nothing if you’re not sincere with your apology.

So what’s more sincere than sitting at the highest balcony of Wangshu Inn and wait for Xiao. You don’t mind how long it takes for him to come back just as long as you get to apologise

He comes back just after dusk and you pour your apologise profusely and tell him you understand that he was coming from a place of concern

Xiao is a little distant a short while after the apology but soon you’re reassured that he accepts it when he places his hand on the table for you to take hold of

The two of you sit in silence sat hand in hand while Xiao eats his tofu

You watch him eat with a grin on your face, sometimes just watching the Yaksha sit still and do his thing is enough to keep you in a trance for the evening

Venti

Maybe you got into an argument because you’re concerned over Venti’s drinking habits, sure he’s an immortal god but doesn’t he worry about his liver?

Sure the argument started because you’re worried about the archon but boy does he make you angry with his non-sensical thought processes

Venti is the kind of guy who wouldn’t let you leave without settling the argument

Even if the happy medium isn’t actually going to bring any change into the questionable drinking habits

But this argument just feels a little different, you’ve had the same conversation form months but nothing seems to change

You’re not even sure if Venti has actually listened to anything you have said to him about it

So you tell him “Do what you want, but you’re sleeping on the sofa tonight” yeah you just resigned him to sofa treatment. As much as you hate it you’re far too heated to just kiss and make up right now

So the night passes and you wake up with the cold space beside you, you’re confused until you remember the previous nights events

Though your unusual silence in the room doesn’t last long, you presume Venti sensed that you’re awake because you hear a knock at your bedroom door, you’re surprised that Venti is actually here and that he hadn’t sulked off to Windrise where you had originally planned to apologise to him

As you open the door you notice your partner stood before you with a bunch of hand picked cecelia's and dandelions and an apologetic look on his face

You’ve never known Venti to speak so fast he apologises profusely for causing you such worry and promises that he’ll try to drink less, he mentions that he doesn’t wish to give up his Friday and Saturday drinking nights but he’s willing to tone it down during the week if it stops you worrying

You thank him sincerely and find a vase to put the flowers in

You hug Venti and apologise yourself for being such a worry wart and causing such a big argument

“I’m glad I have someone to worry about me, I don’t know what I’d do without you” You can’t help but swoon at his flowery words and grin at him before the two of you start off the day

Childe

It’s a bad habit he has, when you try and talk about something serious with him he constantly cracks jokes at the situation. Which in its self isn’t the worse thing in the world, even you crack jokes to lighten the situation but at some points it goes too far

And today is too far, what started off as a disagreement about where you were going to eat lunch ended up in a full scale (mostly one sided) argument in Childes office about how he can’t take things seriously

You, of course, know this to be false. You’ve seen him in action against his foes and bank business but just in this moment when you are so angry about the situation those rational thoughts go out the window

And what does the bastard do? He cracks another fucking joke

“Is this what I am?” you ask finally reaching the catalyst of your temper “A fucking joke?”

And boy does the exclamation comes to a surprise to him. No matter how frequent your use of curse words you’ve never directed them at him so it catches Childe by even more surprise

“[name] I’m sorry I didn’-” he tries to apologise

“You didn’t fucking what Tartaglia? Want to make me feel like a joke? Cause you’ve been going down that road at every fucking disagreement we have” you cut him off in a fit of rage “Sleep in your own fucking bed tonight” you add before storming out his office

He tried to follow you out the bank before he was stopped by a fatui agent about some urgent debt collection, so he never got to apologise immediately

And that’s how the next couple of days go, you’ve taken most of the time to cool off and avoid anywhere Childe might be hanging about, your plan works better considering said harbinger was out of Liyue Harbour for a couple of days

Though on the third night Childe appears at your door, he doesn’t bring any gifts, just himself. Childe enjoys gifting things to you so he doesn’t want you or him to associate gift giving with apologies. You’re more than thankful for this

Childe apologises before you even have the chance to invite him in and takes your hand and wholeheartedly promises to try and not make jokes when you have a disagreement

You also apologise and agree that, in hindsight, you blew things out of proportion. You reassure him that he’s a hardworking man and that a few out of place jests make everything more bearable to him.

You invite him inside for some tea, your bed isn’t as cold as it was tonight

Zhongli

Disagreements with Zhongli never seem to get any further than that. The archon likes to listen to you vent your frustrations over a cup of herbal tea and usually that calms you down and everything is settled before supper

But every once in a while you’re a little high strung. For instance this time you’re running on a total of 5 hours sleep over the last 4 days. Sleep deprivation could possibly be your middle name at this point

The only thing you want to do when you get back from your restless trip from Mondstat back home is to just sleep the next few years

But the sweetie that Zhongli is he quizzes you about your great to horrific trip

Zhongli pulls all the stops he readys some dinner for you and draws a bath when you get back. He even gives you a small lecture about how you’ll feel terrible not washing before going to bed

But with your tired ears, eyes and brain it feels like a personal attack in your entire self “I’ve had it up to here with bloody hillichurls for 4 horrific days, all I want to do is pass the living hell out thank you”

Replace the bloodys with fucks and that’s probably more accurate to what you said

Zhongli is taken a little aback, being an older traditional man it’s unbecoming of anyone to use such sailor language. And thus the male lectures you about it

You take that as about as well as you expect, you don’t respond to him and favour walking out the room, barely getting undressed and collapsing on your shared bed

You wake up the next morning (though when you peek outside it seems like it’s after noon) disorientated. You don’t actually remember coming home the previous day

Then the memory resurfaces of you yelling at your spouse and regret washes over you

Surely the gift you had prepared for Zhongli would be good enough as repercussions of yesterdays outburst

You see Zhongli in the dining room, to the untrained eye he looks like he’s in a normal mood but to you, you can see his brooding emanating off of him. If you dare point it out Zhongli will deny that he even broods in the first place

He’s the first to greet you without turning around. Rightfully so, he’s still in a mood. So you just profusely apologise for your outburst

You explain that you were running on next to no sleep and while that doesn’t excuse your outburst it certainly explains it. If your spouse so wishes to ask how your trip was you would comply much more now since you’ve had a good sleep behind you.

You then change the subject to the gift in your hands, some rose tea. Something Zhongli had mentioned when you were courting all that time ago.

The man sits you on his lap and explains to you about how it was out of place of him to assume you’d be in a talking mood immediately after your travels. You reassure him that under normal circumstances you wouldn’t mind talking about it, you promise that you will do everything in your power to not let the previous night repeat

You then bring out his gift, rose tea, which he had mentioned wanting to taste a little while back, and before long you’re back in the cycle of Zhongli profusely explaining to you some random subject (in this instance rose tea) before you go off to make dinner where you finally share the details of your travels

Hope this is okay! <3 I kind of went a little ham with the Childe and Zhongli one in comparison to the other two hope you don’t mind lmao <3

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loudenver · 1 year ago

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"Great. Excellent." Louis heard himself saying, shoving his hands deep into the recesses of the pockets of Max's sweater. He curled his hands into fists once they were out of sight, suddenly picturing this 'friend' being a gorgeous, built, well-hung hockey player. He really was cursed with an overactive imagination. Why else would Wardo be hanging around a hockey rink at this reasonable hour? There was no other logical response.

Louis shot a furtive, yet longing glance at the door, trying to will Max to appear. He needed the other man's calming presence, the steady hand on his shoulder, the voice that always talked him down when he considered throwing away entire drafts of his novel. Basically, he needed Max to show up just to tell him to stop being fuckin' crazy and delusional. Did everybody go this insane and paranoid when confronted with an ex? Louis had no idea if it was sane or rational to be plotting Wardo's imaginary boyfriend's demise. He'd never had an ex before.

Louis' attention was drawn back to the flailing mass of limbs belonging to the teen, who had since been freed from his hooded prison. He sure had a mouth on him like Wardo, who knew enough creative insults and cuss words to make a stripper blush. Louis knew, remembered half-fondly the way he and Ivy would one up each other when it came to insults and screaming matches, which were de-escalated as quickly as they had begun.

Aside from that though, there wasn't much physical resemblance between Wardo and his tag-along. Louis raised an eyebrow at the insinuation Wardo had raised him, feeling hungover and slightly dehydrated and viciously out of the loop. Come to think of it, the teen wasn't quite young enough to be Wardo's. Unless he had some real skeletons in his closet. Or the aforementioned sexy hockey player came with some baggage, baggage Wardo was happy to adopt because the other guy's dick was big and he had a nice smile.

Fuckin' save me, Hayashi, Louis thought.

Eventually, the kid at Wardo's side seemed to power down, the string of insults making way for silent reverence. Wondering if Louis had somehow established some sort of psychic link between himself and the other man, a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as Max appeared in plain sight.

It hadnt been the first time Max had been recognised in public, and it probably wouldn't be the last. Pretty girls, hot guys and excitable kids all had a tendency to stop them when the two of them were in public. More than once Louis had had an iPhone thrust in his face, forced to take a cutesy, staged photo of Max with a complete stranger's arm around him. He took it all in stride. If Max was nice enough to do it, Louis was nice enough to oblige. He was trying to be a better person, ater all. Besides, it was pretty cute, watching his fans light up like that.

Louis threw Max a smile, inclining his head gently towards the boy, who was obviously more than a little starstruck. The writer couldn't help but snicker, just a bit. The nice moment, however, was broken by an exclamation from Wardo, who, for a blissful second, Louis had forgotten was even there.

Wait... Ivy's Max?

"Ivy's Max?" Louis scoffed, not content to keep that thought to himself. He was sure he was looking at Wardo like he had two heads, but right now, he wasn't really sure how else to look at him.

"He's my Max." Louis insisted, letting his mouth run of it's own accord. Jealousy, a trait Louis had thought he'd learned to reign in, reared it's ugly head. In what world did Max belong to Ivy?

Louis felt himself gravitate subconciously to Max's side, annoyance prickling under his skin. Ivy's Max, yeah fuckin' right. He didn't know whether he was fuelled by petty jealousy, the need to get one over on Wardo (he hadn't forgotten the lighter, nestled in the bottom of his bag) or just habit, when he leaned over instinctively to press a soft kiss to Max's cheek.

"I missed somethin' here, clearly."

Wardo absently wondered if this was like, exposure therapy. That if he was continually thrust into Louis’ presence now that he knew the other man was in New York, he’d grow desensitised to the effect of Louis Fucking Denver and no longer feel like his skin was peeling off when he was near him. Forcing himself to give the man a blatant once over, something sticky lodged in his chest and he realised he wasn’t quite there yet.

Unfortunately, he could still trace the sharp cut of Louis’ jaw blind. His lips recalled what it tasted like to kiss the freckle just under his eye and his fingers were still imprinted with the memory of the man’s curls slipping through them when they were unencumbered by the copious amounts of gel he’d styled it with during college. Currently, they were free from the prison of American Crew Firm Hold Gel For Men, a product that had monopolized what little cupboard space they had in the tiny bathroom of their equally tiny apartment all those years ago. Wardo had always liked it better like that.

He blinked in response to Louis telling him, quite bluntly at that, that he was meeting his friend. Oh, and that he loved hockey.

Wardo had been led to believe that it was football Louis had taken an interest in. But they were all the same to him anyway. A bunch of men grunting in ways that they claimed wasn’t homoerotic at all but he wanted to know why any sweaty man would willingly want to collide with another, equally sweaty man in a tackle if not for reasons Grant Morley’s chihuahua looking ass would try to beat him up for putting words to.

He wondered how that guy was getting on. Hopefully rotting away in jail for some hate crime or another.

“I’m waiting for my friend too,” he said, not saying Ivy’s name in the hope that it would suggest to Louis that he had other friends too, actually. “And I couldn’t give less of a shit about hockey, so.”

When Louis’ line of questioning was directed to Bryce, Wardo glanced down at the teenager still caught in the hooded trap of Wardo’s making. He kept him at enough of an arm’s length to avoid Bryce’s bony little elbows poking him in the side, and only barely managing to swiftly avoid a kick to the shins when the little asshole began lashing out with his feet as well.

“Hopefully not,” he said, matter-of-fact, before finally giving Bryce a gentle shove and freeing him.

“You piece of shit, Wardo!” Bryce cussed, ripping his hood down, hair pointing in all directions. “Fuckin’ asshole, shithead, fucking idiot, I hate you, stupid fuckin’...” He went on for quite some time while Wardo regarded him calmly.

“I didn’t raise you to talk like that.” He paused, considering. “To me. Specifically.”

Bryce continued with his verbal tirade which was a sufficient enough distraction, keeping a buffer of sorts in place so he and Louis didn’t have to talk or even look at each other while Wardo waited for Ivy and Louis waited for his nameless friend. He raised an eyebrow as Bryce got more creative with his insults, up until he broke off, halting his rant completely when the door swung open and a man walked out.

“Holy shit,” Bryce breathed.

Frowning, Wardo looked over at the man in question. He looked… normal. Fine. Nothing special. But Bryce was staring at him like he’d just turned water into wine right in front of him.

“That’s Max Hayashi,” he whispered to Wardo out of the corner of his mouth, the reverence in his voice clear as day.

Wardo choked on air and whipped his head around.

“What? Max Hayashi?” he said, loudly enough for everyone to hear. “You mean Ivy’s Max Hayashi?”

Now it was everyone’s turn to stare at him. Bryce’s head spun around so fast it would have given the Exorcist chick a run for her money, Max Hayashi himself had paused and was looking over at him in confusion and Louis - well, Wardo was doing everything he could to not look at him, but he couldn’t help but feel the man’s gaze on him anyway.

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 3 years ago

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Meeting and Dating Casper McFadden

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- Moving into a new home was never easy. Oftentimes, it meant packing up everything you owned, leaving a bunch of good memories behind, and traveling across the country to a new town where you’d have to make all new friends and renovate old fixtures.

- But there was something about your new house that made it both easier and harder to live in: the fact that it was haunted.

- Obviously your family didn’t find out about the ghosts until after they’d signed the papers and even if they were warned about it, they probably wouldn’t have believed the realtor, but none of that mattered now. Now you were stuck in a old house with a bunch of spirits, stuck until your parents save up enough money to move again.

- So what made the manor easier to live in, you may ask. Well, the fact that it came with a friend….

- You and Casper meet the day you move into the Whipstaff Manor. You’re wandering around, exploring the home and trying to figure out which room you want to live in, unaware that there’s a specter following you.

- The minute Casper sees you, he’s head over tail. You make his undead little heart race and have him second guessing his every action. Which is the main reason it makes him a while to formally introduce himself, he’s too scared that he’ll ruin his first impression.

- Sadly for him, his first impression still doesn’t go over well, regardless of how much he practiced.

- In his defense, it wasn’t anything that he did, it was more the fact that you were suddenly face to face with a phantom. Anyone would have freaked out in response to that, and they would have freaked out to any ghost as well; no matter how friendly.

- So, like the rational young woman that you are, you scream and take off like a rocket, dashing out of the room and down the hall to find a more secure and safe looking room to hide in until your parents get back from the store.

- He follows behind, attempting to calm you down and feeling downright awful for scaring you. Once you’ve locked yourself away into a broom closet, he gives you a minute to breathe before he calls out to you, telling you that he’s sorry and trying to coax you out so that you can talk.

- It takes you another minute to be convinced and to trust him when he says he isn’t gonna hurt you, but eventually, you do brace yourself and open the door.

- Once you do, you find that he really isn’t as scary as you’d originally though he was. In fact, he was actually sort of cute; in a cartoony sort of way, and he’s friendly to boot; so you wind up feeling a bit silly for being so frightened of him. And after you begin to think like that, the two of you begin to develop a close friendship.

- While his uncles might be incredibly obnoxious and annoying, you can’t deny that you enjoy having the ghostly presences in your home; especially when school roles around and you find yourself feeling like an alien with no one to turn to. You might not have any living friends in your town but you at least have a few see through ones at home that ensure you’re not completely alone.

- But, compared to your primarily platonic feelings, Caspers feelings for you were a lot more complicated. He valued your friendship and enjoyed having you as a pal, but he also had more romantic feelings towards you. In simpler terms: he’d had a massive crush on you from the moment you walked in.

- And though he’d have loved to confess his feelings and see if you felt the same, he knew that it was practically impossible for the two of you to be together; at least until you’d died …or until he was alive again!

- The minute he remembers the Lazurus he immediately erupts into a fit of excitement and joy. If you could get it to work, he could be alive again and the two of you could be together for the rest of your lives, either as friends or as something more, he honestly didn’t care which; though he hoped it was the second one.

- So he tells you about the invention and the two of you get to work. You take the wild trip down to his fathers lab, search around until you find what you’re looking for, load the contraption up with it’s necessary elixir, and pull the levers with bated breath.

- You don’t know what you’d expected to walk out of the machine but it certainly wasn’t this. Perfectly done blond hair, shining blue eyes, and a face that made you suddenly flustered to be in your best friends presence. He looked like a Disney prince and you were captivated.

“How do I look?” He asked nervously.

“Perfect,” you responded a little too quickly. “I mean, human, normal …living.”

- His face broke out into a smile and he threw his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. The action caught you off guard and made your heart race but you didn’t mind in the slightest.

- Once you’d finished hugging, he pulled away slowly and you found yourselves locking eyes. His gaze flickered to your lips and before you knew it, the two of you were leaning forward and sharing a kiss.

- His uncles may or may not have interrupted you but the “damage” was already done. You were just as hooked on him as he was on you and neither of you could be happier.

- Casper loves pda. He loves being able to actually touch you and be out in public and show the whole town that the two of you are together; even though half of them are confused as to who he is.

- He touches you and holds you close whenever he can. He’s waited to do it since the moment he met you and now that you’re together; and he isn’t ice cold and only semi-solid, he enjoys every little ounce of affection he can provide and obtain.

- Handholding.

- Cheek kisses.

- Long, soft kisses. They’re sort of a contrast to his usual hyper behavior, which is why, if you ever need him to calm him down and focus, all you have to do is ask for a kiss or make it obvious that that’s what you’re going to do. He skids to a stop and happily complies as he gives you an adorable little smile.

- Pet names aren’t really his thing but he does call you by fun nicknames that he’s come up with; usually a shorter or longer version of your name.

- Cuddling is a must with Casper. He absolutely loves it, no matter how the two of you do it. Sometimes you’ll lay on his chest, other times you’ll spoon, and other times you’ll face each other on the bed and talk until one of you dozes off.

- Speaking of: he definitely watches you sleep every now and again, which sounds far more creepy than it actually is. Like, you’ll be talking late at night and you’ll fall asleep and he’ll just look at your peaceful face for a while.

- If we’re going with the assumption that Casper maintains some of the aspects of being a ghost, I think it’s safe to say that he’s occasionally at least a little cooler than a normal human, which makes him the perfect companion for hot days.

- Being carried and flown around.

- Sometimes; especially prior to him being in the Lazurus, he forgets that you’re not a ghost and gets you into some uncomfortable situations. And after he turns human again, he definitely has to get used to not being able to go through walls and have things go through him when they’re thrown or fall.

- Testing out exactly what he’s still capable of doing and if there’s any limits to his new life. Is he perfectly normal? Does he have ghostly powers? Do the effects occasionally wear off during certain times or seasons? It’s all stuff you have to figure out.

- For a while after he’s brought back to life, he spends all day experiencing everything he missed when he was still alive. All the smells, sights, and touches; he runs around like Jack Skellington while you sit back and watch with a smile.

- Going to the mall. It’s one of his favorite places to visit, he just loves the entire atmosphere of the place; especially since he wasn’t really able to go and enjoy everything about it before he turned human again.

- Tv dates.

- Playing different games with each other. Board games, pirates, video games, you name it, he’ll do it.

- Sitting on top of the lighthouse with him.

- Enjoying the view from outside of the manor. You have the perfect view of the ocean from your garden so the two of you can always throw a blanket down and stare out at the sea together.

- Just goofing off with each other. Running around the house together, sliding down the stairwell, having him push you in a chair down the halls, etc. You’ve got a huge house to mess around in, why not take advantage of it?

- Dancing together. He told you he was a good dancer.

- Late night conversations. You can always talk to him about anything you want or need to.

- Catching him watching you a lot. He always has such a loving gaze when he’s looking at you, just seeing his face when he’s watching you do something or speak is reassurance that he really cares about you.

- Always having a warm and excited greeting when you return home from school. He also probably occasionally goes with you or at least walks you there or visits during lunch.

- He loves making surprises for you. Throwing you little parties or coming up with different ways to make you smile or cheer you up after school or whenever he can see that you’re feeling down is one of his favorite hobbies.

- He wants to be with you like 25/7 so don’t be surprised if he’s constantly bothering you with his presence. It’s a good thing you love him because if you didn’t he’d become very annoying, very quickly.

- Him just appearing at random is commonplace so your parents and you definitely have to take some time to get used to it. I mean he lives in your house and now that he’s human again, it’s definitely a bit easier than when he was a ghost, but still.

- Getting chairs pulled out and doors opened for you. He likes being a gentleman.

- Him cooking for you. He definitely tries to impress you with his skills and all the inventions he uses; and he just likes doing something nice like that for you.

- Discovering all his dads inventions and letting him tell you about them. It’s really quite fascinating to see how they all work and how excited he gets while showing you how to use them.

- I have a feeling that he doesn’t like winter; for obvious reasons, and whenever it comes around, all he wants to do is stay inside with you and do indoor activities. If you were to want to go out, it’d take you a while to persuade him and even if you did; or were only going out by yourself, he’d spend forever bundling you up and making up a bunch of rules to keep you safe.

- Probably dealing with his ghostly self every now and again. I have a feeling that the Lazurus machines effects occasionally wear off for a little while from time to time so while he’s alive most of the time, you do have moments of spooky transparency as well.

- Pranking each other and other people. He might be a sweetheart but he also has a bit of a mischievous streak.

- Him always wanting to show you whatever cool thing he sees, does, finds, or hears about. Just being able to share things with you makes him happy.

- Listening to his stories from when he was alive or the decades he wasn’t.

- Fixing up his room for him and hanging out up there with all his toys.

- Being gifted some of his mothers things. Dresses, jewelry, stuff like that.

- His uncles bothering the two of you. They’re constantly harassing and teasing you; just try to pay them no mind.

- Standing up for him when his uncles are being more awful than usual.

- He might be the only person you can really bond with in your town, considering the fact that whenever you have anybody over, they’re almost always harassed by his uncles and scared away. Which Casper may or may not be sort of happy about.

- Casper gets jealous pretty easily. Anytime another guy takes interest in you, he always feels the need to mock them behind their backs or be passive aggressively not so friendly whenever they approach you when you’re out with him. It’s best to not bring up guys in your class unless it’s obvious that they only like you as a friend; but even then he’d wonder why you need friends (even if they’re girls) other than him.

- He’s sort of overprotective of you. He just got his life back so he certainly doesn’t want anything bad happening and putting yours in danger.

- He absolutely hates fighting so whenever the two of you have an argument, he’s always quick to try and settle it and apologize; even if he doesn’t really think he’s done anything wrong.

- Saying “I love you” isn’t really his forte. He prefers saying and doing other things to show you that he does.

- The two of you sort of just have to go with the flow and see where your relationship takes you. You don’t know how exactly the rest of his “life” will go so you just try to enjoy the present and what you have right now.

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Eddie’s fine. Really. He’s got a fresh scar on his right shoulder, a twin to his other one, and a couple more medical bills to pay off, but other than that, everything is good.

Why shouldn’t it be? Things could be worse — he could’ve lost his arm, could’ve been shot in the spine instead, could’ve not survived the trip to the hospital. But he did — he’s healed, he’s still breathing, and he’s ready to get back to work on Monday, to stop staring at the inside of his house and get back to the life he’d finally started to feel settled in. There’s a twinge in his chest every time he thinks about actually being back out in the field, but it’s just nerves, a small worry at getting back into the swing of things. He knows the team and how well they work together, so he’s sure one rope rescue with Buck is all it’ll take to feel normal again.

He’s fine. Or almost fine. Really, he is. He doesn’t let the tremble in his hands or the ice in his gut tell him otherwise.

~~~~~~~~~~

It doesn’t really register, the first time it happens. There’s a glint of light in his periphery, and for a second, his arms go numb. It’s just a second, though — he sees the flash again, sunlight shining off an axe Ravi is packing onto the truck, and he moves on, doesn’t think about it again.

The next time, the wind whips by his ear a little too fast after a call at the pier, and he turns around so quickly he cracks his neck, the thought of bulletbulletbullet ricocheting in his head. It gets him a concerned look from Bobby and reminds him that he never called that therapist his doctor mentioned at his last visit, but he elects to deal with it later and moves on.

Things keep happening, but they’re all small, insignificant — someone laughing too loudly at dinner, the feel of hot asphalt under his hands as he reaches under the ambulance for a runaway bandage roll, a phantom jolt of pain in his shoulder when someone accidentally jostles him running to the truck.

Tiny things, meaningless, not even worth remembering.

He’ll get used to them, eventually. He’s been healing, isolated from the real world for months now, it’s going to be a bit of a shock to his system and his senses.

He doesn’t call the therapist.

~~~~~~~~~~

Buck’s happy. Genuinely happy, in an open, honest way that Eddie doesn’t think he’s ever seen. His laughs are still loud but they’re freer, unrestrained, and his smile is bright enough to light whatever room he’s in. It makes something sing in Eddie’s chest, especially when all that wattage gets directed at him. If he’s honest, the music’s been there for a while, it just took lying in his own blood, reaching toward the only thing that felt like safety, for him to finally put a name on the song that’s been playing.

Talk about shitty timing.

Because Buck’s with Taylor now, and as much as he still doesn’t care for her, she’s helping with Buck’s new attitude too. He sees the soft smiles that linger after a text from her, and he only gives himself a minute to wish it were for him instead before reminding himself how much of a miracle those smiles are at all.

If he had watched Buck get shot, been splattered with his blood, been soaked with it as he tried to stop it from leaking out of his chest, he’s not sure he would’ve had any kind of happiness to spare.

So he adds this feeling, this particularly green beast twisting in his chest, to the list of things that he’s just going to have to get used to, and moves on. Buck is still in his and Chris’ life, still at their house more than his own, still the center of both of their worlds, and that’s enough.

It has to be.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Wow, Eddie, you look like shit.”

He glares at Chimney as best he can, but he’s too tired for it to hold any heat. “Good morning to you too, Chim.”

Hen sits next to him at the table where he’s nursing his second mug of coffee of the day, downing the first one before driving Chris to school. She presses the back of her hand to his forehead, and he tries not to melt into the touch too much.

“You don’t feel warm,” she says, “but you look like you’ve been hit by a truck.”

He shrugs, staring down at his coffee. “Just haven’t been sleeping well.”

That may be an understatement. Not sleeping well implies sleeping at all, which Eddie’s not sure he’s been able to do in the past few days. It was easy enough when he first got home, still on pain meds that made his eyelids constantly heavy. And when Chris crawled into his bed the night after his sling came off, quiet but sniffling and burrowing into his side, it was a relief to gather him up close, a hand stroking through his hair as they both drifted off, clinging to each other. It was good for both of them, necessary to remind them both that Eddie is still here, but Chris went to his own room on Monday night instead of Eddie’s, and Eddie refused to take that choice away from him.

So he’s been alone, in a too dark room with a too big bed and a too loud brain that only shows him flashes of light and blood and fear whenever he does try to close his eyes.

Just another thing he has to get used to.

He sees Chim and Hen exchange a look and hopes to God they don’t press it. He’s beyond frayed, his state of exhaustion warring with his almost constant state of hypervigilance, and he’s not sure if he’d snap or cry or both if they try to ask him any more questions. Either way, that’s not how he wants them or anyone else to see him, especially not at work. At work, he’s Mr. Cool, always level headed, always in the game, always on top of it. Despite the jumpiness, despite the sense of dread that seems to be a permanent fixture under his skin, he’s been able to keep that attitude going, even getting lost in it sometimes, feeling like the Eddie of four months ago again. If that starts to unravel, who knows what other parts of him will fall apart with it?

Luckily, they seem to get the hint, a pat on the back and a squeeze on the shoulder as they leave the loft to restock the ambulance. But even once they’re gone and he’s alone in the quiet of the loft again, Eddie feels exposed. Fragile. Vulnerable. Teetering on the edge of an abyss he can’t afford to fall into. And he hates it, because this isn’t him. He’s the protector, the provider, the guy who’s survived getting shot twice now, and as much as he encourages Chris to be open and emotional, it still feels wrong to him, like something too close to failure. He knows, rationally, that talking about the mess in his head would probably help, but it would also feel like a loss. Like this one-sided war he’s been fighting was all for nothing.

He hears Buck before he sees him, his unmistakable bounding up the stairs echoing through the whole loft. Just that sound, just the knowledge that Buck is about to be in his vicinity, is enough to yank Eddie back from the edge. He’s not settled or calm or better, but he’s not worse. These days, that’s all he can really ask for.

Buck takes Hen’s vacant seat, stealing a sip of coffee and chattering about a traveling art exhibit he thinks they should take Chris to. Eddie feels the vice on his ribs loosen, letting Buck’s voice and enthusiasm wash over him, pushing him back to center. He doesn’t quite make it, not when Buck stops talking mid-sentence, brow furrowed and looking so intensely at Eddie he can probably see right through him

“You look tired,” Buck says.

Tired isn’t a strong enough word. But he smirks half heartedly instead, willing a little bit of his confidence back to get the subject changed sooner. “And here I thought I looked good today.”

“No, you always—“ Buck clears his throat and shakes his head, “You just look like you could use a nap. Are you okay?”

And for the first time since he woke up in the hospital with a new hole in his body and extra demons in his head, Eddie doesn’t want to say he’s fine. In the face of earnest blue eyes and worry lines, he doesn’t want to lie, and that’s exactly what an I’m fine would be, no matter how much he’s been trying to ignore it. He doesn’t want to downplay and pretend that it’s nothing, because it’s Buck. Buck who has seen him lower than he’s ever let anyone see, who slept on his couch so he was never too far away from him or Chris, who knows when Eddie needs to be pulled or pushed or pressed or none of the above.

He doesn’t want to just say he’s fine, because he’s not.

The courage to say so finally fills him, just in time for Buck’s phone to light up, Taylor’s name flashing across the screen on two messages. Buck doesn’t even glance at his phone before flipping it face down and pushing it to the side, but it’s too late — Eddie feels his walls going back up, any bravery leaving to make room for the reminder that Buck is in a good place and Eddie will do anything to keep him there. He’ll take another bullet, he’ll keep every emotion under lock and key, he’ll carve his own damn heart out of his chest if he has to. He cannot — will not — be the reason that smile that’s become so natural on Buck’s face dims by even a watt.

The crease in between Buck’s brow has only gotten deeper the longer Eddie hasn’t answered, so he musters up the most genuine smile he can. “I’m okay, Buck. I promise.” The lie cuts through his throat like broken glass.

Buck squints at him, scooting forward until his knees are digging into Eddie’s thigh. “You’d tell me if you weren’t, right?”

“Of course,” he says, another lie, more salt in the wounds he’s already given himself. Buck’s quiet for a few long moments, studying Eddie’s face, and Eddie prays that he doesn’t crack, that Buck doesn’t keep pressing. By some miracle, he doesn’t, just rests a hand on Eddie’s knee and squeezes before heading to the pantry for a snack.

The vice is back as soon as he’s out of sight, and Eddie’s list of things he has to learn to live with is starting to feel a little too long.

~~~~~~~~~~

Healing isn’t linear. It’s something he’s heard from every doctor he’s seen, every therapist he’s been assigned to, something he’s experienced first hand, physically and emotionally. So when he wakes up one morning feeling rested, energetic, and normal, he’s wary. He doesn’t want to focus on it, afraid he’ll scare this fragile feeling away, but he also wants to soak in it as much as he can. Wants to remember the easy laughs with the team and the night of board games with Chris and Buck when he’s inevitably surrounded by darkness again tomorrow.

He falls asleep and he doesn’t dream and he wakes up and feels...normal. Again. Same thing the morning after, and the morning after that. For a whole week, he doesn’t wake up with the taste of blood in his mouth or a soreness in his shoulder. He hears birds and sees the sun peaking in and feels something dangerously close to good. The wariness is still there, but every day it gets pushed a little farther back in his mind, making it a little easier to believe that while this feeling might not last, maybe it won’t be as dark when the clouds roll back in.

He’s wrong.

The restlessness comes back with a vengeance — a thrumming in his blood that won’t let him sleep, that amplifies every sound to sharp snaps that remind him too much of the gunfire he’s been trying to forget, putting him constantly on edge again. There’s a heaviness too, making it hard to breathe, hard to move, even though staying in one place for too long feels like putting a target on his back for the monsters that have made a home in his head.

He tries to keep his cool, tries to keep the facade up, but it’s hard to keep your balance on a frayed tightrope.

Bobby notices the shift right away.

It doesn’t help that even the quiet thump of the oven closing makes Eddie flinch where he’s sitting at the kitchen counter. He had hoped that watching Bobby make breakfast would calm him, remind him of the countless hours he’s spent in Abuela’s kitchen doing the very same thing, but it doesn’t. He’s still jittery, worse than he can remember being, and everything just feels like too much.

Bobby sets a to-go container down in front of him, and Eddie flinches (and curses himself) again. He looks up, confused, and is met with Bobby’s I’m about to tell you to do something and you are not allowed to say no look. Usually it’s Buck on the receiving end of that one.

He tries for a deflection. “Are we going somewhere, Cap?”

The look stays in place. “We are not. You are. There’s enough in there for you and Chris, take it home and don’t let me see you here for the next 48 hours.”

“There’s still three hours left of shift.”

Bobby pushes the container closer. “Go home, Diaz. Be with your kid. We’ll talk when you get back. And if you won’t talk to me, we’ll find someone you will talk to.”

Normally, he’d fight back. Raise his hackles, insist he doesn’t need any special treatment or intervention. But he feels like his insides have been scooped out and replaced with lead and cement and he’s tired. He barely has enough left in him to keep himself upright.

He slowly picks up the container and gets up to leave. Bobby calls his name as he gets to the top of the stairs.

“We’re here for you,” he says. “You’ve been through too much to be handling this on your own. Just let us know how we can help.”

I would if I could, but I don’t even know where to start.

He just nods, hopes his face looks some degree of reassuring, and heads to the locker room.

~~~~~~~~~~

The way Chris’ face lights up when he sees Eddie waiting for him in the front office is enough to thaw the ice in his chest for a minute. He can hear the exact octave his mother’s voice would reach if she heard about him pulling Chris out of school for “no good reason”, but he also could not give less of a shit.

He feels a little bit more like a person with Chris in the backseat. That’s a good enough reason for him.

They set up camp in the park near their house, Bobby’s food and extra snacks Eddie picked up spread out between them, and Chris fills Eddie in on all the things he missed while he was working. He tries to focus on everything — Chris’ excitement about his upcoming science fair, the Sour Patch Watermelon sugar stuck to the tip of his nose, the way his hands move with his words. Eddie feels better, more settled, just getting to bask in the sun and in Chris like this, but he still feels heavy, like every move he makes has him fighting against gravity, threatening to pull him into the dirt.

There’s a crack from the playground in front of them, and Eddie’s blood turns to ice. He’s halfway to standing before he sees it’s just some kids snapping sticks in half to build some kind of log cabin. He lets out a slow breath as he sits back down and wills his heartbeat back to normal.

Chris is staring at him, eyes intense and brow furrowed, very similar to someone else they know.

Shit.

As soon as he’s settled, Chris moves to sit in the criss-cross of his legs. He’s a little too on the lanky side for this anymore, but Eddie’s absolutely not going to complain. Chris twists until he’s looking Eddie in the eye. Eddie does his best not to look away.

Chris rests a hand on his cheek. “It’s okay if you’re feeling bad,” he says. “You can talk to me about it, if you want.”

The crack comes from Eddie’s own heart this time. His kid has been through so much in 10 short years, and it’s only made him wiser than he should be, compassionate and understanding and open, ready to be there for anyone without a second thought. He’s good in every sense of the word, and Eddie’s in awe of the fact that he, somehow, has something to do with that. And the last thing he wants to do is lie to his son, but he just...can’t. Talk about it. Not now. Not yet. Not in a way that will keep Chris this good.

He has no way of articulating all that, so he just wraps his arms around Chris’ middle and squeezes him close.

“I know, buddy. Thank you. I’ll be okay, and we’ll talk soon.”

It’s not a lie, but it’s not everything.

It seems to be enough for Chris, though. He nods and pats Eddie’s face before reaching into his backpack and pulling out a library book. “Well, I’m gonna read to you until you feel better, just like you do for me.”

It’s the first real smile Eddie’s cracked in months. He kisses the top of Chris’ head, settling his chin there as Chris leans back into his chest.

“Sounds like a good plan to me.”

They sit there for a while longer, Chris reads to him about Percy and Annabeth and Grover, and Eddie, inexplicably, feels a little bit lighter.

~~~~~~~~~~

Buck’s Jeep is parked outside when they get home, and Chris practically breaks down the door to greet him. It looks like he’s gone all out, too — Chinese food on the table, the promise of cookies and cream ice cream in the fridge, and a list of movies that Chris ecstatically agrees with as Buck lists them off. Chris hurries off to change and clean up for dinner, and Eddie moves to start opening plastic lids and cardboard containers.

“You didn’t have to go to all this trouble,” he says. He leaves out just having you with us is enough.

Buck waves him off. “Anything for you two.”

He could leave it at that, keep up the comfortable silence as they move around the kitchen in tandem, but there’s a nagging memory that he has to ask about or he’ll never stop thinking about it.

“Didn’t you have a date with Taylor tonight?”

Buck tenses ever so slightly, a container of dumplings shifting in his hand. “Cancelled,” he says with a shrug.

Eddie knows there’s more, but Chris comes back before he can ask, and it doesn’t feel like a conversation they can have in front of a 10 year old. So they eat, and fall into the familiar banter between the three of them, and for half an hour, Eddie can be present. He can forget the last six months and the weight still hanging off of him and live in this moment, with the two most important people in his life, and pretend that this is all there is. Just these two and their joy and warmth that wraps around him tight enough to make him feel alive again, if only for a little while.

Two bowls of ice cream and one and a half movies later, Chris is dead to the world. Buck carries him to bed and Eddie tries to ignore the new ache that’s sprung up of the course of the evening, the one that wants and pulls towards Buck like a magnet. The one that almost purrs when Buck settles back on the couch so close they’re touching from ankle to (good) shoulder, contentedness washing over the living room as they find a rerun of The Shawshank Redemption playing on cable. It’s not perfect, there’s still a roiling in his blood that won’t seem to leave him alone, but he feels better than he has in God knows when.

Buck shifts closer to Eddie, eyes glowing in the light of the TV, and Eddie never wants him to leave. “Thanks for coming tonight. I— Chris and I both really needed this, I think.”

“I told you, anything for you two. Always.”

He ignores the way his stomach flips and tries to focus on the movie. He gets about five minutes of peace before another thought comes back, still nagging him, mixing with his anxiety enough to actually force him to say something.

He aims for cool and casual. “So, you and Taylor...everything okay?”

Buck gives him a very long, almost challenging look before turning off the TV. Seems he missed that casual mark. “I should be asking you the same thing.” “Very funny.”

“I’m not trying to be. I’m really worried about you, Eds.”

“This isn’t my first time getting shot, I know how to handle it.” He doesn’t mean for it to come out as bitter as it does, but he can’t bring himself to care, either. He doesn’t have the energy to keep a filter up anymore.

“Eddie, I’m serious.”

“I’m fine, Buck,” he says sharply, and he’s surprised his teeth haven’t fallen out of his head yet with how hard he’s lying through them. He hates that he’s lying to Buck at all, but those smiles he’s gotten used to have been fewer and farther between recently, and he knows it’s his fault. He might feel like his own seams are coming apart, but he’ll be damned if he rips Buck open too, even if it means pushing him away from his mess. “You’ve got a life and a girlfriend to worry about, I’ll figure everything out on my own.”

“I don’t.”

“What?”

“I don’t have a girlfriend. We broke up.”

Eddie pauses, curses the faint hope that sparks in his chest. “Why?”

“Because I’ve been a little distracted by someone else for the past few months. It didn’t feel fair to her to keep it going.”

He gives him another long look, and Eddie might be a little dense when it comes to things like this, but that look breaks through loud and clear. This is it. This is real. This is everything he’s wanted for the past six months — and probably longer than that — but now that it’s happening, it doesn’t feel right. Buck was happy, free, finally settled into his own skin, and it’s all gone now because of Eddie and his stupid, broken everything. He knows he won’t be able to give Buck everything he needs, at least right now, but Buck needs to know that too. “Buck—”

“Nope,” he says with a firm shake of his head. “I know you’re gonna try and blame yourself for this somehow, but…don’t. It was bound to happen anyway. Because you’re right, I do have a life, but it’s you two. You and Chris. That’s all I need it to be. That’s all I want it to be. And I hate that it took so long for me to figure out, that it took you getting shot, but we’re here now.” His eyes shutter a bit as he looks down at his hands. “At least, I hope we are.”

And there it is. So simple, so easy, for Buck to admit this huge thing that Eddie thought he was dancing around on his own. The ease reminds Eddie, through his fog of sadness and anger and every other bleak feeling that’s been controlling him, that that’s what makes them work so well together. Honesty. Being able to show all their ugly, mismatched inside parts to each other and still find the beauty, the ways to help, the ways to hold each other together when they need it the most.

And Eddie doesn’t think he’s ever needed to be held together more than he does right now.

“Ask me,” he whispers, the sound seeming to echo around the room.

“Ask you what?”

“Ask me if I’m okay.”

Buck shuffles on the couch until they’re facing each other, takes both of Eddie’s hands in his.

“Eddie,” he says softly, “are you okay?”

The world blurs as the tears he’s been fighting finally break free, but he feels strong. Brave. Like he can do anything now that Buck’s holding his hand.

“No,” he says, a crack in his voice but the conviction behind it still firm. “No, I’m not okay.”

The floodgates open, and he lets everything wash over him, all the things he’s been holding back, forcing away in the hopes that they’d just disappear one day. He’s floating and sinking and lost in the waves of it all, but strong arms wrap around him and pull him close, and there’s relief. Not a lot, not enough, but it’s there, for the first time since he woke up in the hospital. He feels safe here, with Buck wiping away his tears and pressing kisses along his hairline. He honestly forgot what safety felt like, was sure he’d never feel anything like it again. But he knew it that day he was bleeding out on the street, and he knows it now — it feels like Buck’s sweatshirt and smells like his aftershave and sounds like whispers of it’s okay and I’ve got you.

It all subsides, eventually, but Buck still holds him close, presses their foreheads together so there’s nothing else Eddie can focus on. His eyes are piercing, bright like Eddie only usually sees when Buck has a plan that refuses to be derailed.

“Let me help, Eddie,” he says, punctuated with a kiss on Eddie’s cheek. “I know you think you can do this yourself, but you don’t have to. I don’t want you to. Let me help you carry it.”

His voice left with the rush of everything, so all Eddie can do is nod before sinking back into Buck, into relief. Even that simple motion, the silent acknowledgement that he’s not alone anymore, is enough to let small seeds of hope sink into him and take root. They’re still weak, still unfamiliar, but they’re here, waiting to grow.

And Eddie knows, with a certainty that he forgot he was capable of, that Buck will be here to help tend to them, no matter how long it takes for them to blossom.

~~~~~~~~~~

When Eddie wakes up the next morning, he still feels weighed down. There’s still an edge, an unease low in his gut, anxiety still crawling through his veins.

He’s not okay. But he looks over and sees Buck — breathing even, arm thrown over Eddie’s stomach, keeping him close — and the ever-present darkness fades from an angry black to melancholy grey. Not perfect, not even close, but better.

He’s not okay. He hasn’t been for a while. But now, finally, he feels like he will be.

#eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie #911 fox #buddie fic #911 fic #tim i know you read fanfic you can HAVE this one so we can get a recovery arc #i don't even need credit just DO IT #ficcery

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Clone Wars Preferences: You Have an Extended Stay in Medbay (Bad Batch + “Regs”)

(Author’s Note: Heyyooo, I hope this preference finds you well.

Whether you’ve had surgery, are healing from an injury, or for any reason had to be at the hospital for a while, or if you just need some Clone Wars comfort, this is for you. I love and pray for you all, and I hope this puts a smile on your face).

“Regs”

Rex: For the first visit, he’d arrive almost in a panic after hearing that you were in the medbay. He’d calm down after a few minutes and focus on being there for you. Rex wouldn’t want to overwhelm you, so he’d probably ask when it was a good time to visit and how often because he didn’t want to show up too frequently and disturb you if you preferred to rest alone, but he also didn’t want to visit you too infrequently and have you feel lonely. Rex would be a little mother-hen when he visited, fluffing your pillow, asking if you wanted the blinds open or closed more, and making sure you always had water or a snack. Don’t be surprised if sometimes he walks in, and you see some of the other 501st at the door peeking in to say “hi” because they all heard you were there.

Cody: He would be at your room right away if he found out you were in medbay, though he could be a little more calm and collected. He’d ask you how you’re doing or if you needed anything. Cody would visit as much as he could. Being the marshal commander meant he had a lot more responsibility, but he’d manage to get away for you. Cody would be Mr. Smooth talking to the doctors and being able to have nice conversation with everyone to lighten the mood. He might be a little too fussy every now and then and call the nurse in too many times to get you something and make sure you’re settled, but it’s because he cares and wants to make sure you are comfortable. Sometimes he’ll bring Waxer and Boil with him if you were in the mood for more company.

Fives: You can count on him being a little extra and showing up to your room for the first time with a balloon and a get-well-soon teddy bear. He’d be very relaxed, talking about the usual things like his work as an ARC trooper, drama in the barracks, and listening to your stories as well, and his familiar presence would be just what you wanted. Fives would definitely visit as much as he could, but not so frequently to bug you. If he could manage it, he’d try to bring to food that wasn’t the usual rations they served at medbay. He would of course get you anything you needed, but wouldn’t want to irritate you by being over-the-top fussy. Once in a while, Echo would tag along to chat with you and hang out.

Echo: This man would arrive at your room for the first visit and ask lots of questions. His way of showing that he cares is he wants to be as helpful as possible, so he’d probably have access to health databases and would look up your situation and figure out the best things he could do to help. He’d also be quite mother-hen and want to make sure you were comfortable as possible, but in a pleasant way while the two of you chatted about a variety of things. Maybe you’d discuss something you’d read recently or share a funny story. Either way, it would be a nice time whenever he visited, which was frequent. You could count on him to be there like clockwork. If he felt you were in the mood for more company or needed it, he’d bring Fives with him (who was already bugging him constantly to see you).

Wolffe: Though he’d be worried, Wolffe would show up and be somewhat quiet. He was frustrated for you (not at you) about your having to be in the medbay for a long time, but didn’t want to add to your stress by showing it. He just didn’t want you in any pain. After a visit or two, he’d be a little more talkative and better company. Wolffe wouldn’t always know what it was you needed, so he’d insist you simply tell him, and he’d very gladly get it for you, whether it was a cup of water, another blanket, or something to read. He might not visit frequently at first because the last thing he wanted to do was bother you, but if you reassured him that you enjoyed his company, he’d visit a lot more. Don’t be surprised if he falls asleep and ends up spending the night in the chair next to your bed every once in a while because he hates leaving you and wants to be by your side. Sometimes, a few members of the Wolfpack would stop by to see how you’re doing and bring you a little gift.

Bad Batch

Hunter: He’d show up to your room and walk in with your favorite snack when he heard you were in medbay. He’s cool as a cucumber and might ask a few questions if you’re comfortable before moving on to other topics. Hunter would be a soothing presence whenever he visited. Sometimes the two of you would simply sit in a comfortable silence to read or watch a holovid. He’d visit pretty frequently, but also ask you every time whether you were up for company or not. He’d be pretty in tune to your needs and grab you water or request another blanket before you even needed to ask. At one point, he’d bring a plant to set on the table and lighten the atmosphere. Every now and then, the rest of the Bad Batch would follow him to the medbay and all spill in at once to see how you’re doing and overwhelm you with questions before Hunter had to tell them to tone it down.

Wrecker: This man would be a little over-the-top from the first time he visited. He’d show up with a big stuffed animal and talk a little loudly when asking how you’re doing and if you needed anything. Eventually, he’d calm down a bit and be quite tender with you. If you needed anything, he’d want to make sure you got it right away. His smile wouldn’t leave his face as the two of you talked. Wrecker might visit so frequently, but would understand if you needed some alone time. He’d also be chatting with the people in the next room over and bringing them stuff when he made snack runs for you. His kindness and upbeat attitude would lighten the mood for everyone in your hall, especially you. On a day you were up for it, he’d bring the rest of his squad in for an afternoon to hang out and catch up.

Tech: He’d arrive at your room for the first time and ask how you’re feeling while he did his own scans and analysis. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust the medbay, but it gave him a sense of comfort to know what was going on and how he could help. He’d also bring you a little stuffed animal in hopes it would make you smile. His visits would be frequent, but would understand if you asked to be alone for a while. He could be a little fussy about the silliest of things like the position of the holo-screen so you could better watch holovids from your bed or even how many windows were in your room. It was his way of showing he cared and wanted you to be comfortable. In the end, he was good company and spent his visits talking with you about anything and everything interesting. He’d talk with you for hours and into the evening, and he might even hang his head over and fall asleep in the chair beside your bed. Tech wouldn’t want to overwhelm you, so he’d bring one of his squad members to see you at a time.

Crosshair: He’d show up at your room after hearing you were in medbay, leaning against the doorframe for a moment. He wouldn’t be as good at medbay visits, so wouldn’t really know what to do. Of course he wanted you to be comfortable, but he wasn’t quite sure how to help. Eventually, he’d start to warm up a bit and talk with you, which still wasn’t a whole lot but Crosshair was never really the conversationalist. He would be glad when you asked for something because then he’d have a better idea of what you needed and could get it for you. Crosshair might not visit a whole lot at first because he didn’t want to bother you, but would start to visit more frequently when he realized you enjoyed his company. He’d be a little over-protective of you and might get a little snippy with the nurse if she does anything to cause you even mild discomfort. He calms down a bit when you assure him it’s okay, but still keeps his sniper eyes peeled. On a good day, Crosshair will let Hunter come along because he feels in his mind that he’s the least embarrassing in the squad and won’t overwhelm you.

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