#not sure if anyone else has pointed this out

[starkid2464]

The villain and Aaron are sitting, waiting for one of villain’s henchmen to come pick them up.

Aaron tapped his finger against his thigh as his leg bounced. He just wanted to go home.

Suddenly the Villain burst out “God, could you stop that.”

Aaron froze, looked down at his hands and fiddling with thumbs, round and round and- “What are you doing now?” The villain groaned, clearly annoyed. “Sorry…” Aaron mumbled his hands now resting in his pocket and feeling the need for motion thrash inside him.

“What even is the punishment in this anyway? You’re annoying sure but surely the ‘hero’ could have come up with something better?” The villain grumbled.

Aaron should have picked a different shirt, god, he needed to move. He has to move, he has to rip this revolting, itchy hoodie off. He has to or he’s going to explode. He’s going to explode. He’s going to explode. He’s going to-

The villain is snapping in front of his face “Hey, wise guy, Why. Are. You. Here?” He punctuated each word with a clap that made Aaron want to cover his ears. But nooo, that’s not allowed either. And-scratch that he was covering his ears, god he needed his meds.

“Woah… uh it- it’s okay?” The villain stumbled out, god he wasn’t used to this.

Aaron tried to reply but found he couldn’t finish “It’s..” “It” “It’s o-“ “It’s”

“Spit it out already kid.” The Villain said

Aaron took a deep breath and managed to get out “I’m ok.”

The Villain walked directly in front of him, kneeled down and said “Yeah, you’re not convincing anyone. What’s wrong?”

Aaron tried “I need” “I can’t” “I” need, want, can’t “I” god, just god, please help “I” god why is it so hard to say. Aaron let out a shaky breath.

“Spit it out. Tell me what’s wrong!” The villain yelled

Aarons hands instinctively tightened around his ears and he brought his legs up to sit on the chair with him.

“Ugh, fine universe! You win this time. I’m sorry. Stranger.“ the Villain cursed

“‘s not your fault” Aaron managed to slur out.

“Then what is it.” The villain snarled out, clearly angry.

Aaron pulled his hands off his head, and started trying to pull his hoodie off.

“What dude, it’s freezing out here, you need that hoodie on.” The Villain said sarcastically.

Aaron finally said “That’s the problem.” Finally! God, words are hard.

“The car will be here soon enough.” The villain replied

“Huh?” Aaron wasn’t sure how they gotten into that topic.

“I uh said the car will be here soon.“ the Villain repeated, maybe his guy was hard of hearing? But that didn’t match up with most of everything else that his new court ordered buddy had done up to that point. Aaron still looked visibly confused. “It’ll be warm in the car? You can take your hoodie off there.” The villain clairified, he didn’t want to demean the guy, but the sudden look of understanding on the guys face made it clear he made the right choice. “So what’s your name?”

“Aaron.” He replied, quickly adding on “what’s yours?”

“That is for me to know, and me alone. What was that all about back there?” The villain asked.

“ADHD.” “Words are hard.” Aaron diminishedly replied.

“Oh…. Would it be easier to write?” The villain asked, suddenly even more unsure as to what the hero’s intentions were with this.

Aaron nodded his head with such fever that it started to hurt before he finally got himself to stop.

“Okay, I’ll just bring up my phone number and you can text me.” The villain replied joyous that he’d found such an easy solution. That was until Aaron had started swiftly shaking his head. “No? Why?” Villain asked.

“I” “I don’t” “My phone” Aaron kept trying to start but couldn’t get there.

“Oh, right. Hmm… let’s see… yep!” The villain had opened notes and had opened up a blank sheet, before handing the phone to Aaron. “What happened to your phone Aaron?” The Villain asked.

“Hero, took it a week ago and has refused to give it back. He didn’t give it to me when we left to come here. It’s probably still at home.” Aaron typed, tapping his toes in his shoes and handing the phone back to The Villain.

“That dickhead. Do you want me to break in and get it for you?” The Villain asked, anger seeping into the question, as he handed back the phone, with the text cleared.

“No. I’ll get it back eventually, next time I go home, it’ll be back on my bed until he needs me to do something for him.” Aaron handed the phone back to the villain.

“‘He’ll give it back when you go back’ what kind of bullshit is this?! You’re a grown ass man, it’s your phone. He can’t do this to you.” The villain seemed to be getting angrier and angrier. The villain passed the phone to Aaron. “And what do you mean he’ll take it again when he needs you?! You’re both adults, he can just ask you!” The villain continued.

“… It’s part of our living arrangement. I help him with his weird stuff and he pays most of the rent.” Aaron typed and handed the phone to Villain.

The Villain stood in shocked silence before muttering “That motherfucker…” he sighed and asked “So he’s done this before.”

Aaron averted his eyes before nodding his head, his hands tapping in his pocket.

“That son of a bitch.” The Villain passed the phone back. A car could be heard screeching to a halt in front of them. “Come on. Lets go get your stuff.”

“What? We’re not going to break into the apartment.” Aaron typed, walking swiftly to catch up with Villain. Villain was just outside the car, his hand on the door handle.

- and that’s my short fic, written by someone with ADHD

You have been given a month by the elders to devise a punishment for an infamous villain. You return with your ADHD roommate, Aaron, whom has been without Adderall for the last month, TikTok for the past week, and has consumed only Monster Energy for 2 days. You say, “He’s your problem now.”

[youreverydayfangirl]

DOWN BAD

pairing: charles leclerc x singer reader

summary: the one where she falls into a depression, her brother picks his side and lando moves on all to quickly

warning:

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face claim: madison beer :)

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"Y/n? Oh baby." Bsf muttered after opening the door to Y/ns bedroom. Her best friend immediately wrapped her arms around the girl, pulling her into her chest. Y/n began to sob, her chest heaving as everything came crashing down. "I can't do this, I mean its so stupid we weren't even together and I…" Bsf rubbed her arms up and down the younger girls back. "Shhh, just let it all out honey, I've got you." Her knees immediately gave out and the pair sunk to the floor together, bsf being Y/ns life line. "I'm so stupid." Y/n whispered. "No you're not stupid, you were just in love." And Y/n clung to the one person she knew would never leave her.

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Y/n wasn't sure how much she had drunk at that point, she did know that it was way more than she should've however. Lily and Alex were somewhere on the dancefloor, while best friend was grabbing the group another round of drinks.

Y/n quickly downed the shot that her best friend had given her before dragging her to the dance floor, "Come on I wanna dance." She said loudly as they made their way to the middle of the club.

It was a while before Bsf spoke up again, shouting loudly that she was gonna go to the toilet before wondering of. Y/n nodded aggressively before continuing to dance, as she did she stumbled, nearly face planting if a pair of strong arms hadn't wrapped her her waist to steady her.

She turned around to thank whoever had helped her but faltered when she heard a familiar voice. "Be careful, wouldn't want a pretty thing like yourself to trip." She rolled her eyes, ignoring the soft looking the man was giving her.

He went to say something but paused, shaking his head lightly, instead saying. "Little Sainz, I haven't seen you around recently."

She rolled her eyes harder than before, "Fuck off leclerc." She said loudly, the pair ignoring the fact that he still hadn't let her go.

He tilted his head slightly, slowly withdrawing his hands from her waist, "Testy testy, and here i thought we were friends."

"I don't like you, ergo your not my friend." Charles' eyes scanned her face, instantly noticing the tear tracks.

"Are you okay?" He asked her gently, his gaze intense, nearly making her melt.

"And why wouldn't I be." She questioned him, tilting her head slightly, ignoring the fact that their was no space between them.

He held his hands up, "I was just checking."

Her gaze narrowed at him as she cleared her throat, "Well, we're not friends, so theirs no reason for you to check up on me." She said sharply before turning around to find Lily and Alex.

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part 2, idk if i like it but here it is guyssssss. also oscar won miami guyssss. this ones goes out to all my 911 fans cause we're all in mourning atm.

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[jordiemeow]

summary: when anakin gets denied the rank of master, he's overwrought with tension. no better way to deal with it than sneaking out to visit his favourite girl at his favourite brothel on the lower levels of coruscant.

warnings: smut 18+, face-sitting, mild sub!anakin, reader is a prostitute, brief comfort ending in f!receiving oral, anakin is a giver!! cathartic head-giving

notes: in honour of may the fourth! need to remake my taglist for specific fandoms so not tagging anyone here. not my usual audience so if this flops idc but anakin has been on my mind a lot recently (when is he not). anyways happy star wars day :)

"It's... it's a joke, is what it is. And he didn't stick up for me. Not once. What an excuse for a mentor if he's just going to—"

You're not listening at this point. Head tilted, lips slick with red paint, body on display. It's a shame the sheer two-piece is going to waste on a Jedi rambling on about how betrayed he feels by the Order. It's also terribly hard to listen to said 'betrayal' when his robes and tunic have been shrugged off to leave him in just his pants, defined muscles rippling under the dim light of your private room.

Something about feeling too restricted. You'd laughed and said the removal of clothes was pretty typical in this establishment, but your attempts at levity proved futile. Fast forward to now...

"—And don't even get me started on Master Windu." (You weren't going to.) "How can he look me in the eyes and tell me that? Like I don't deserve it for all the work I've done for them. Risked my lives countless times. Saved millions—no, dare I say billions—and this is the thanks I get!"

Billions? You aren't so sure about that. You keep the comment to yourself—maybe he's right. You don't ask him for information; it's always willingly passed on. He could be the most decorated Jedi in the Order after this war and you would be none the wiser.

He paces back and forth restlessly, hands tightened into fits and jaw taut with tension. You'd almost be a little frightened if most of your visits from him didn't start with some sort of temper tantrum. All this just for you to soothe him into bed and make him forget.

"Ridiculous," he spits as you watch on plaintively. It's like spectating a meltdown, you can't help but think. You're surprised he hasn't thrown something yet. Destruction is always a symptom of his annoyance. You wonder briefly if his room back at the Temple is in disarray. "And then Obi-Wan has the audacity to ask me to—"

You cross the room to reach him just in time to stop him from saying something he absolutely should not be telling a prostitute. You know half the Jedi Order's secrets by now from his visits. A hand rests upon his left arm, the one made of human flesh. Gentle, tentative, like you're trying not to scare off a frightened animal. He almost jerks it back, but his eyes soften when you speak.

"Ani," you croon gently. The nickname makes the tension in his shoulders ease. "Just come to bed. You're getting yourself all worked up."

He sighs. He knows you're right. But he's stubborn on a good day, and today is not one of those.

"You don't understand. They're treating me like I'm less than them just because the Chancellor recommended me. Like I haven't done everything to prove I'm more than just a Knight before he got involved."

"You aren't less than them just because they go around calling themselves Masters. A lot of men in here do that, you know. Makes them feel powerful. If it makes you feel better, I could call you that."

He rolls his eyes. Fond. Amused. "That doesn't really count."

"No, I suppose not," you smile. The kind with your eyes that crinkles softly. The kind that always makes him wonder whether you're actually being authentic. Sometimes he forgets you're human under all the sequins and smoke, when you strut around the room like you're one of the suns and everyone else is in orbit.

You seem like you genuinely want to put him at ease right now, even with all your playful little jabs. It makes him sigh, shoulders slumping as his hand finds your waist.

"You're good at this, you know," he murmurs.

"And you're good at being a Jedi hero," you counter, gently urging him back towards the bed. "But enough moping. I'm not wasting this outfit on you if you think your credits are going towards therapy."

He laughs as the back of his legs hit the bed, letting himself fall. He props himself up on his elbows to watch you trail a tantalising finger down your chest, through the valley of your breasts. It's enough to make any man's throat go dry. Especially a Jedi who's only form of action is the rare occasions he can sneak away to see you.

"No? What are they going towards, then?"

"Depends. Whaddya want tonight?" You ask playfully, tugging at the alarmingly thin strap between the two cups barely concealing your tits. His eyes are drawn to them, watching the way the fat spills out of the satin, the red material a stark contrast to your skin.

He swallows thickly.

"Eyes up here, big shot."

His blue eyes flick up to your own, a little sheepish. This is the part where he has you sprawl out beneath him for his perusal. But instead, he says:

"I just want to feel good at something. Make you feel good."

It surprises you a little, your hand faltering where it's been idly exploring your cleavage. You recover quickly enough that he doesn't comment on your blunder. "You always make me feel good."

"That's a practiced answer," he accuses.

"Practiced but true in your case."

"Fine. But I mean it. I could use the ego boost."

"But—"

"Who's the paying customer?" Anakin interjects.

"You aren't making me feel very good by smart-mouthing me, you know."

He ignores your faux-admonishment. "So you'll let me?"

It's not as if you're opposed to it. Not in the slightest. It's just surprising.

"I'd let you do anything. You know I would."

A shadow of a grin crosses his face, before his braced elbows fall and he lays down. Dark hair spread across your pillows, fanning out in messy curls against the satin.

"Ride my face."

He says it so earnestly you almost laugh. Sometimes you forget how young he is. Nothing like the old timers who come in here looking for a quick fuck with no regards for anything but their own dicks.

"Are you sure? We've never done that before."

"You're not the only girl I've been with," he counters. It's almost enough to make your chest twinge with jealousy—you know he's seen other girls here. When you're busy, or before you became his favourite. You're a professional, though. Don't let it show.

"Okay," you relent. You can't help but be spiteful, though. Panties dragging agonisingly down your thighs while he watches through half-lidded eyes as the fabric inches lower, lower, lower...

Eventually they pool around your ankles, and you step out of them. The bra (a generous term for such a skimpy piece of fabric) follows as you move to straddle him.

"Higher," he says, hands finding your thighs and attempting to pull you further up his body. The contrast between cool metal and a warm palm on each leg makes you shudder.

You whack a hand gently. "Patient. Thought you wanted to be good?"

He bites back a groan, his hands stilling. They still rest on the plush flesh of your thighs, but he isn't tugging insistently at your limbs to get you where he wants you. You continue with your torturous pace, moving up his body. The slick of your cunt drags across his bare abs, and a sharp breath escapes him.

The friction is enough to have you sigh softly as you ease upwards. You take your time teasing his nipples until he's tensing underneath you, back arched up off the mattress and fingers curling into your skin.

"I didn't think this would make you so much of a tease," he says breathlessly.

"Isn't this what you wanted?" Your eyelashes bat innocently at him. "This is what gets me off. You're being useful."

He gives you an unimpressed look for your faux-naïf, but he keeps his mouth shut. You're so close that he doesn't want to goad you into holding back any longer. And he's rewarded for his patience when you give a little pat to his pecs, and finally move to hover over his face.

He looks like an undercity kid who's seen the surface for the first time. Eager blue eyes, mouth salivating at the sight of your dripping cunt above him. It's hard to find the restraint to not dive in and bury his nose in your folds. Just the smell almost has his eyes rolling back.

"Please," he murmurs. Breathy and whiny, like a young man begging for a drop of salvation, not the famed 'Hero with No Fear' breaking his Code to spend the night in a pleasure house. "C'mon. Just let me. Oh, please, I need it—"

You sink down onto his mouth before he can finish his sentence. He moans into your heat, tongue flicking out to drink up whatever has already spilled from you. There's nothing tentative about it—it's like he's devoting everything into worshipping you with his mouth. Gone are the thoughts of his Master and the rest of the Council denying him. All he can comprehend is your sweet mewls as you sit atop his face.

His chin is soaked with the fluids of your pleasure, nose nudging your clit each time you roll your hips against his face. It's instinctive and you hardly mean to do it, but he grips your hips and guides you to grind against his eager mouth.

"Oh, Ani," you moan softly. "Just like that. Mhm."

It's enough encouragement for him to keep working. Dutifully strokes of his tongue, switching between nuzzling between your slick folds and sucking at your clit. Cheeks hollowed out and applying suction as you brace a hand against the headboard, the other nestled into his soft curls.

Your thighs tremble on each side of his head, toes curling into the sheets every time he flicks eagerly at the bud. Hips rocking upwards against the air in search of friction he physically cannot receive right now, cock hard and leaking in the confines of his pants. His erection is almost painful, but he wasn’t lying when he said he wanted to be good for something.

"You'd do wonders in here, you know,” you manage through a groan. “If you're looking to become a— oh, fuckkkk—different kind of master. Very skilled mouth."

His laugh vibrates against your dripping cunt. "Tempting, if I get to work in such close quarters with you."

"Mhm, maybe. Perhaps we could become a bit of a duo. They pay extra for that, you know. And the tips are great. You should really— oh!"

His teeth graze against that sensitive spot that has your eyes rolling back. "I didn't come here for a new career. Just let me make you feel good, please?"

All you can manage is a hum of agreement with the way he's redoubled his efforts. Tongue flattened against the roll of your hips, obediently letting you use his wet mouth to chase your own pleasure. The feeling of your sopping cunt grinding against his face chases anything but you from his mind.

The pleasure grows almost blinding. "Fuck, close," you gasp out, tugging lightly on his hair.

It earns a pleased moan into your heat. "Please. Wanna feel it," he mumbles, a rumble into you in between licks of his tongue. He doesn't think he's ever tasted anything sweeter.

A few more carefully placed laps and your thighs tense. One of your hands moves to cup your breast as you ride through your orgasm, release spilling over his awaiting mouth. He welcomes it all eagerly, working you through it as his name falls off your tongue again and again.

When you roll off of him, you're both short of breath. Neither of you bother to wipe the smear of your slick off his chin as you sink down next to him. One glance to the chronometer on the wall tells you he's spent most of his time worshipping your pussy rather than chasing his own pleasure. Another glance, this time to him, makes it very clear he isn't bothered by that in the slightest.

Oh, well. You still have a few more minutes for him to smother you in affection unbefitting of two people from your stations in life.

It’s quiet after that. Light, fleeting touches as you catch your breaths.

Aftercare with him is the best part, you think. When all the tension is released and he's all lazy, boyish smiles as he runs his hands absently up and down your bare arm. Soft kisses placed to your shoulders, an apologetic brush of his lips against any splotchy bruises left by the men and women before him. Most patrons are always right out the door, but Anakin...

Well, he likes to check in. Make sure you're okay. Have a bit of banter.

"Was I too much? Was that alright?"

You smile. A silly question, given you were calling most of the shots when you were actually on top of him. You answer anyways.

"No. No, you were perfect," you tell him softly, pushing a sweaty brown curl off of his forehead.

His brow pinches like he doesn't believe you. Not about the too much part. The perfect part. "But I—"

"Ani," you cut him off. The nickname makes him melt back into the sheets. More docile, relaxed. "You are perfect. Those Jedis all have sticks up their asses if they can't see you deserve to sit around their silly little table, or whatever it is they do up in their fancy pants Council Room."

He sighs. A beat of silence.

"... Lightsabers," he corrects.

You blink stupidly. "What?"

"They have lightsabers stuck up their asses."

There's the Anakin you know. You snort softly, bracing your forearm on top of his chest to peer down at him. "I'm pretty sure that'd burn them inside out."

"Maybe they deserve it," he fires back. Something about the way he says it makes you think he's not entirely joking. But you laugh anyways, head shaking softly.

"Maybe they do," you agree, ducking down to plant a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Anyways, you best get going. I have to clean up before the next one comes in."

"Do I have to?" He groans. "Just cancel. Tell them you're sick."

"She's a regular. Unfortunately, you have to go face reality." You sit up, patting his chest. "Go be a big, brave Jedi for me, yeah?"

Anakin rolls his eyes, but he obliges reluctantly, even if he makes a big show of sighing loudly and dragging himself sluggishly out of the soiled sheets in search of his discarded robes.

If tonight has shown you one thing, it's that he probably shouldn't be a Jedi Master after all the rules he's broken in one evening alone. But you don't tell him that. You make your coin out of sleeping with sleazebags from all over the Galaxy in the Coruscant Underworld, after all.

Who are you to judge?

[twdfemmefetal]

Daryl Dixon Headcanon

How Daryl acts when he has a crush on you ⭒

Can’t look you in the eyes for shit

Daryl keeps his eyes far away from your line of sight. As if you couldn’t already tell he was more nervous around you than with anybody else, he fears catching your gaze because the mere thought of you being able to read what’s behind them and discovering his secret infactuation for you is mortifying. "Hey, Dar, can you show me where this part of the map leads?" You said as you approached a busy Daryl working on his bike. The archer pulled a rag from his back pocket to wipe off the grease from his hands and kept his distance from you as much as possible. "Ye, which area ya talk'm bout?" You turned to face him and connected your gaze with his. His eyes were blue, ocean blue. You didn't realize how beautiful the Georgia light made them stand out, but what you couldn't help but shake was the slight twinkle in his eyes. Daryl dropped the map he held and quickly shifted his eyes from you. "Fuck m'sorry ." Daryl shook his head and couldn't help but feel embarrassed at his clumsiness. His face turned tomato red as he watched you bend to pick it up with a soft chuckle. "It's okay!" With trembling hands, Daryl took the map from you again and hurried up with an answer.

Always brings you something extra

Daryl can’t help but think of you on his runs or hunting trips. When he passes a clothing rack, he always thinks of what colors or types of clothing would look good on you. He brings the clothes back in the guise of expanding the wardrobe for the people in the prison, knowing you’d always get first grabs at the clothes since you help take inventory. Daryl's lip quirks up when he sees you flaunting the shirt he picked for you, knowing how beautiful you would look in it. "Nice shirt." Daryl would comment, eyeing you just enough to savor the sight but not enough to show you how telling his gaze was.

Defends you, anytime, anywhere, whether you're present or not

As Daryl's crush on you grew stronger, his need to protect you grew exponentially. Daryl felt a desire to defend your honor, name, and what you stood for. In this world, you were becoming his light in a dark place. Having a short temper didn't help, especially when people had your name in their mouths. "We need volunteers to go look for supplies." Rick piped up. Daryl's eyes shifted to those who raised their hands, Glenn, Dale, T Dog, and you. His eyes widen slightly, shifting anxiously. The thought of you out there put him on edge. "Why don't ya just sit back and look pretty sweetheart, let the men handle this." Shane chuckled at your enthusiasm. "Dont talk to er' like that unless ya want an arrow up yer ass." Daryl practically growled at Shane, defending you from his misogynistic comments. You heard the other guys snort and flashed Daryl a soft smile, a silent 'thank you' as a mutual understanding between you two. Daryl nodded back at you in response, knowing he always has your back. Eventually, the group would understand that Daryl didn't play about you, and would start to assume something was going on between the both of you.

Lingering hands....can't help but find any excuse to touch you

Daryl is pretty good at staying restrained. He's not like other men; when he crushed on you, he crushed hard. He tried everything to not let his perversions of you unravel. How much he thought about loving you, touching you, and feeling you. At some point, he couldn't hold back. He couldn't help but let his fingers linger on you, whether it was to move you out of his way softly, or just to make sure to grab you while the group had separated after the fall of the prison. He always needed you near. You were bored, beyond belief, as Rick was explaining a new strategy of where to look for supplies near Alexandria. "Does anyone wanna volunteer to go? We need two people." You were the first to raise your hand, and quickly after, Daryl did as well. You glanced up at him with a soft smirk, he nodded at you in response, and Rick dismissed the meeting, causing everyone to leave the room as Rick was now to give you both the rundown. As you and Daryl started to head out of the house, you couldn't help but feel your legs turn to jelly when Daryl placed his hand on the small of your back to guide you out of the house. You looked up at him and shot him a soft smile. He didn't dare to see the look on your face when he did that. He didn't know why it felt like second nature, but god did he love it.

Jealous when anyone else makes you laugh or smile

Daryl didn't make it easy when it came to showing that he had feelings for you; in fact, you didn't believe it at first, no matter how many times Carol tried to tell you. It also didn't help that he would practically act like you're invisible anytime he was around you, not giving you the time of day to try to interact with you, let alone get to know you better. But deep down, it was the complete opposite of that, Daryl was so down bad for you, that when he saw Spencer making you laugh just a few feet away from his and Carol's porch, he felt his blood boil. The way you were flashing Spencer a cheeky smile, with a small twinkle in your eyes, and how you would softly nudge Spencer's shoulder when he made a ��joke”. He couldn't control his anger anymore. He couldn’t help it; his feet were on the concrete before he could even process. He was up and walking towards you guys when he saw Spencer tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear. “Aye, girl, ya mind helpin' me out with sum?” Daryl would ask you while shooting daggers in Spencer’s direction. “Of course, Daryl! Anything for you.” You were beyond grateful for Daryl showing up in the middle of Spencer’s unwanted flirting. As you made your way towards Daryl, he placed a hand on the small of your lower back, guiding you along with him. You couldn’t help but blush as you felt his thumb softly rub against your exposed skin. Daryl couldn’t help but glare one last time behind his shoulder, making sure Spencer understood you were his.

Showing you how to hunt, survive, finding more excuses to get you alone with him

Daryl, as we all know, isn't the type to tell you he willingly wants to spend alone time with you. He would have to find excuses to get you to come on runs, hunts, and rides with him. He wouldn't allow you to see what he truly felt for you by showing you that it was just a guise for something more meaningful for him. “Girl, do ya wanna learn how to survive or not?” Daryl would scoff out as you looked up at him from your seat. “Daryl it’s just so damn early, why do we have to do this at the ass crack of dawn?” You couldn’t help but whine as you tried to wake up, softly rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Daryl just shook his head in response and grabbed onto your forearm, jostling you up and along with him down into the covers of the Georgia forest. Some time later, you and Daryl would be emerging from the tree line. You would be smiling from ear to ear when you had finally managed to crack Daryl and made him laugh at one of your jokes. But the pleading question returned to your mind once more. And you couldn't wait to hold it in anymore. "Daryl, why do you only take me with you?" He shot you a questioning glance and tensed up at your intrusive question. "C-cause yer' the only one with a god damn brain around here tha's why." His hesitation caught your ears, and it was impossible to miss the crimson hue that had quickly crept up to his cheeks and ears.

Angry outbursts at himself after he says something that could possibly hurt your feelings

It wouldn't take much to get on Daryl's nerves, but when he is crushing on someone, he would make the extra effort to sensor his words around you. Make sure to let out his anger on others and other objects before he would ever let it out on you, but Daryl isn't perfect, he would slip up sometimes and incidently hurt your feeling without meaning to. "God dammit woman, its like ya got shit for brains sum' times ya know that?!!" You flinched at the tone of his voice. You were used to his moods, his outbursts on others, but not on you, not like this. As much as you wanted to yell at him, cry, fight back in some sort of way, instead you chose to walk away. Daryl knew it was wrong, knew he shouldn't have said what he said to you that night; he was just so angry with how you almost went out of your way and almost got hurt on the run with him. He felt terrible, and wanted to hurt himself for how bad he hurt you. That same night, as you walked towards your cell to sleep for the night, you saw a single white rose laid out on your pillow. You couldn't help but let out a soft smile when realized that this was the archers way of apologizing. Daryl was never the type to verbally express himself, but for you, you understood just what he meant.

Big ol' softie to you once he gets comfortable with you

It would be no easy task to break Daryl out of his shell. But with trust, determination, and patience, you were soon rewarded by a very cuddly, protective Daryl. Once he gets comfortable enough and has expressed his feelings to you, Daryl acts like a big ol' teddy bear whenever he comes to bed at night's end. NO ONE can see him this way but you. He simply wouldn't allow people to see his soft side unless it was his lover. After a three-day run with Glenn, Daryl's return to the prison was finally the reassurance you needed to be able to relax once more. You knew that longer runs were typically riskier, and if they are prolonged any longer than they need to be, you always fear that something bad will happen. But once Carl had opened those gates and you heard his motorcycle's revving, you were ecstatic to see his face. You couldn't wait any longer as you latched your arms around his neck. Daryl wrapped his arm around your waist while he held the crossbow in the other hand, burying his neck in the crook of your neck. "Im so happy you're home, I missed you, D." His warm chuckle made you let him go as you softly looked up at him. "I missed ya, too, bunny."

[bloodybreakupscene]

-> 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃.

robert (bob) reynolds x reader

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ [desc.] :: although he isn't aware it's even a thing, you're bob's comfort person, his safe space.

⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ [a/n] :: haaiii this is just fluff and cuteness i love bob he deserves the world,,, go watch thunderbolts* for this cutie 💔

bob has always struggled with his self confidence, from youth to the age he is now he's never felt really.. worth it. he always figured he was just there, no real purpose. however, after the whole, void-sentry thing, he's felt fine, content, basically, but there's some days where he feels as if he's better than he is, and most of those days are with you.

“your hair looks nice today.” you say, both of you at the kitchen sink together.

“wai- what? me?” he asks, pointing at himself as if there's anyone else in the room with you.

“mhm,” you nod, putting your washed plate on a rack so he can dry it with the small towel in his hands.

“i, wow, thanks, hehe,” he giggles, small smile on his face, “you look, nice too. well, you always do.. that was corny, sorry.”

he tilts his head back down, face flushing red as he rambled for a bit. “thanks for helping me by the way.”

“it's no problem, i really don't mind.” facing back to the plethora of utensils you've been washing. he faces his feet but all he can think about is you, which he finds stupid now because you're literally right there.

“since everyone's out right now… wanna go like, watch a movie?” you ask, walking up next to him, body nearly up against him.

you don't notice but he surely does.

“i.. uh .. yeah. yeah i would.” his hands fidget with a towel as he follows you into the watchtower living room, like a puppy trailing its owner.

you sit on the couch and grab the remote, bob sitting next to you, you ask if there's anything specific he wants to watch and he shakes his head, “no, no, i'm fine with whatever,” smiling in that goofy way he usually does.

he tries to disregard his pink dusty cheeks but it's hard when he physically feels his face heating up. he loves talking to you, he loves listening to you, just everything, he thinks.

this feels nice, being around someone, back when he left the vault, he was so consistently on edge, that there was danger around every corner. which granted, there was, but now its all a distant memory; something he can shove– “no, can't do that anymore”

“huh?” you turn your head away from the screen.

“oh, nothing, sorry,” his eyes looking at the screen instead of a blank spot on the wall. he feels so safe with you, also very sleepy. he swears he wasn't this tired when you were both doing dishes, what happened?

his head leans over to the side and he slouches down more. he's never felt so comfortable before. did we get a new couch? he thinks.

not even five minutes pass and he's leaning on your shoulder, legs nearly half off the couch like he's some sort of house cat. your body is so comfy, comfy and warm.

he must've been sleeping for at least an hour because when his eyes open again credits are rolling and his head is on your lap. if he was more awake he would've apologizes profusely but he couldn't really care less right now. not when your hands are in his hair and you're massaging his scalp.

your hands play with little parts of hair and he feels so relaxed. his arms are splayed over your legs as well and he shifts his own legs onto the rest of the unoccupied couch. he thinks you fell asleep too because the moving hand remains still but still intertwined in his locks.

“OUR TEAM BOND IS STRONGER THAN EVER!” alexei declares–loudly, as he always does when he sees his two favorite valued team members passed out on the couch.

the others pour in nearly a hundred times quieter than alexei and groan at the volume of his voice for what seemed the 34th time that day.

bob doesn't flinch or even stir in his sleep, the warmth and contentment being enough to keep him in slumber. however, the same could NOT be applied to you. eyes blinking open staring at the Thunderbolts*™ that just entered the tower.

“team bond? what? what the hell were you guys talking about?”

“nothing, nothing. go, continue with..” ava takes a swig of water from a cup, “your little cuddle sesh and whatnot.”

“were not..? like barely..” you roll your eyes, now feeling the weight of your friends eyes on you, “ok whatever.”

john snickers, “pfft, we all know where that'll go,” he leaves the room, the others pour into their respective rooms but yelena stays.

“i'm glad you two have each other,” her voice uncharacteristically soft.

“even if it's not like that,” she teases, “i give it two weeks– confession, heartfelt, whatever shit they do in the movies.”

“okay–thanks yelena, you can leave now.”

[sirfrogsworth]

So Elon has decided to skip the imminent disaster of global climate change and just move on to a calamity 5 billion years in the future.

If you ever need to understand Elon's motivations, it's all this.

Okay and a little bit the woke mind virus.

But mostly this.

He wants to get to Mars more than anything. It's why the only thing he can speak intelligently about is his rockets. He has put in the time and effort to learn about them because this is his singular passion.

A lovely Youtube physicist did a video about SpaceX and she said half of the rockets blow up and Elon just wants more money. And it was disappointing to hear her say that because she is a scientist and both things are inaccurate.

SpaceX would be an amazing company without Elon. His leadership is the only thing really holding it back. They have put lots of cool shit into space. Their Falcon program is the most productive and cheapest rocket program in history. They put more stuff into space than everyone else combined.

They had to blow up part of the graph just so you could see the competition. Half of the SpaceX rockets are *not* blowing up.

Starship is a specific prototype. It has nothing to do with their main rocket business. Starship is Elon wanting to go to Mars. It is basically him trying to send a 3 story building into space. And he keeps blowing it up because that is the fastest way to develop a rocket. He's wasting a lot of money by trying to speedrun a trip to Mars in his lifetime. And these tests are bit more like crash test data than expecting the rocket and Starship to actually function properly. It's a process and they have goals for each launch, and for the most part, they reach those goals. Any success after those goals is gravy to them. But they are pretty certain it is going to end in fireworks at this stage of development.

I don't know if they will get it to work. It would be nice because a functional spaceship that size could do a lot of cool science. But Elon's goals and NASA's goals are going to conflict in a major way at some point in the future. And I'm worried that may damage space exploration.

Starship is very different than their Falcon program. It's a science experiment. Falcons rarely blow up. They get shit to space like the James Webb telescope.

And as far as Elon just wanting more money... sort of.

His personal wealth has not been a huge concern of his for a while. Otherwise he wouldn't have let Tesla fall apart like it has. The wealth he is actually concerned about is not his own. Going to Mars is a trillion-dollar-plus endeavor. Even the richest man in the world cannot raise that much money.

Only a government could fund that.

Elon knows this. He figured it out a while ago. And when he saw an opportunity to get his hands on the government purse strings, he jumped at the chance.

He jumped in the shape of an X like a giant loser.

I'm *positive* Elon thought, "If I could save the government a trillion dollars, they'll give it to me so I can go to Mars."

But it is probably breaking his brain right now after learning he isn't this super genius who can figure out government bureaucracy in a weekend with a bunch of coding dorks.

He got depressed and realized his cool plan to get to Mars was falling apart.

Whoops.

Elon will say anything to get to Mars. He will lie about anything to get to Mars. He will consort with anyone to get to Mars. If you are ever unsure why Elon is doing something, it's to get to Mars. His moral calculus is based on this. In his delusional mind, everything is justifiable to save the human race.

He does have side quests. He wants to repopulate the Earth with his seed. And he uses IVF because you can drastically increase the odds of getting a boy if you pay extra. And he is angry at his trans daughter because he wants boys to continue his mission to spread Musk seed. He spends $50,000 extra to make sure he gets boys and she is messing with the plan.

Oh, and he really really wants people to think he is good at video games. And he wants people to like him. And he wants to kill the woke mind virus because he didn't get the boy he paid for.

But Mars is *almost* all he cares about.

Elon thinks Earth is doomed and he wants immortality from being the man who saved human civilization. He truly believes our existence is dependent on being "multiplanetary." It might be the only thing he believes.

Saving the human race is supposed to be his legacy.

And it is killing us.

[sysig]

Justify away (Patreon)

[jamieroyjamieroy]

Tommy has come to the rescue of so many people without any thought for his own safety or the consequences of those actions. He doesn’t dwell on it, doesn’t keep score. If someone he cares about needs his help he is there. He will drop everything and do anything he can to save those who ask. That’s what he does. He is there when they need something but afterwards he goes home alone. He keeps his own company, sure he is friendly with a lot of people but he knows it’s because he is useful to them. It’s all surface level friendliness. When he gets a call he knows someone needs something from him, not because they want to check in with him or hang out just because they enjoy his company. That’s ok. He doesn’t hold a grudge, he is just happy to be able to help and he isn’t really that good of a friend anyway. Too sarcastic. Too bitchy. Too quiet. Too withdrawn. Too good at pretending he doesn’t need the close connections everyone else seems to make easily.

This time Tommy is in need of saving but he doesn’t know who would come if he called them. He doesn’t know who would even notice that he is missing to actually come looking for him.

It’s been over a year since he saved Bobby and Athena from the cruise ship. Months since he broke up with Evan. Weeks since their hookup. And in all that time he never heard from anyone at the 118. He thought he had been reforming those connections when he was dating Evan but that all went away the night he imploded their relationship.

Well that’s not entirely true. He has been forming a better friendship with one person. Someone he hadn’t thought would reach out to him under any circumstances. And he doesn’t want anything from Tommy except friendship. Maybe he would come if Tommy called, maybe he would drop everything to help Tommy. They were supposed to catch up for dinner so Tommy could get all the gossip on this friend’s new girlfriend. Well potential girlfriend. There is a chance his absence will be noticed after all.

It’s kind of a moot point anyway. Tommy has no idea where he is. No idea how long he has been here or how he got here. No way of getting to a phone to call for help. No way to escape while he is chained to the stone wall in this dark and dank basement? Cave? Dungeon? He doesn’t know, his brain still feels scrambled. All he can do is sit and wait. Wait for his head to stop pounding and his memory of what transpired to return. Wait and think about how he may never get to see Evan’s beautiful smile again, never get to tell him how sorry he is for wasting time being scared. All Tommy can do right now is hope that Ravi notices he isn’t texting him to set up that dinner, hoping that Ravi will drop everything and gather everyone to help find Tommy. He needs saving this time. He just hopes someone comes for him.

Not sure if I’m going to continue with this but I kinda like the idea of Ravi reaching out to Tommy after he tried to get him back together with Buck. I like the idea of them being friends and Ravi not needing Tommy’s help for anything.

[inamindfarfaraway]

“Tim was Duke’s Robin” No offence to Tim, but I’m pretty sure We Are Robin were Duke’s Robins? Like, he never specifically mentions Tim as an inspiration. He never shows particular admiration of him in Robin War. The way Duke talks about Robin (“Batman is on the gargoyle, Robin is on the street”) relates to his personal ideal of the Robin identity, which the WAR collective embodies most of all as heroes for, by and of the common people. Pre-Signal, out of all the individual Bats he’s more interested in Batman himself than any of his Robins. Robin War associates him with Dick, with whom he has numerous parallels, and Damian, who he befriends but doesn’t even recognise as the official Robin at first. He doesn’t really keep track of the Bats at this point!

Tim’s philosophy of Robin is that Batman needs a Robin, that existing as the Dynamic Duo is optimal if not necessary for both roles. Duke thinks those roles are independent. He never works with Batman as a Robin and doesn’t want to. So we know that he isn’t trying to follow in the footsteps of a version of Robin that was first and foremost Batman’s Partner.

You know who he is emulating? The other WAR members, because he didn’t found it. He is the last to join his team. Before meeting them he’s a jaded, self-destructive loner full of directionless anger, constantly getting into fights, getting expelled and running away to look for his parents because he doesn’t trust anyone else. He’s in darkness. Then boom, kids just like him are saving his life. Willing to sacrifice their lives for what’s right. Being the change they want to see in their city, their community. Bringing him light. The heroes aren’t looming or flying above him anymore, they’re around him, on his level - and he can be on theirs. He can channel his anger, find hope, learn to trust. Duke is his own Robin; Troy, Izzy, Dre, Dax and Riko are also his Robins; and so are dozens, maybe hundreds, of other kids. They’re all each other’s Robins! That’s what the series is about!

[gay-dorito-dust]

How do you think dante (from any dmc, it's up to you, because I like them all LoL) and white rabbit would react with a very introverted partner who has difficulty communicating?

Dante

He's social as they come, yet there does come moments where he does feel fatuiged from it all, so you were a breath of fresh air in terms of your introvertedness, as it meant that he could spend time in the house with you because where else would he rather be?

Your difficulty in communication isn't a problem to him either, seriously he's not going to hold it agaisnt you about how much you talked, or how little you talked but would always remind you that he would always be there for you as support for when you do manage to get just a few words out of your mouth.

Dante isn't picky and doesn't feel like he has the right to be picky either, you were perfect the way you are and if comminucation was a difficulty you faced, then you'll face it together and at a pace that was suited for you and by you. Dante was mainly here to make sure that you were happy and not forced to perform or be forced out of your comfort zone becuase people don't have the paitience with you, he wanted you to do whatever you felt was right.

So if you wanted to stay in, who was he to groan and moan that he never goes anywhere, if anything Dante was gratful for being able to find a way to stay inside with you, a way where he could put down the facade he's worn for ages and allow himself to decompress with you even if it was in silence. Dante needed the time to find himself again, his true self and that was a man who didn't want to loose anyone ever again and adorning an outgoing persona in hopes that people wouldn't look too closely to notice the broken man that laid beneath.

You were perfect the way you were and Dante will not have anyone tell you otherwise becuase what would they know about you if they judge the first thing they noticed? They just don't deserve to know you if that's the case because you don't have to constantly be talking to be intruging when your actions did that instead more times then not.

White rabbit

He's unbothered by it as he's more then content with speaking on the behalf of both of you, and also knowing that there was more ways to communicate with one another then with words, and Rabbit liked to pride himself in being able to read you like a book and understand where your mind was at without much effort.

He'd much prefered to stay within the company he knew then be outside with the company he doesn't know, and your company was more then enough for him, talking or not Rabbit was just content in being in the same room as you as you did your own seperate thing. Though he will express pride with you when you do muster up the ability to communicate, you were doing your best with what you got and he was always going to be there to be a form of comfort and a safe space for you.

A space where you don't have to force yourself into doing things you were clearly struggling with. For Rabbit didn't want you o think that you had to change to be appealing, everyone had their preferences in partners and you were the perfect partner for him without a shadow of a doudt. Rabbit knew if you wanted to talk then you would talk, he wasn't about to demand things from you when you have obviously expressing difficulty in doing so.

He wasn't owed anything from you and he made sure to remind you that often as humans tended to be a demanding species and refused differences and those that don't fit in society in general. Meanwhile Rabbit was paitient with you and has shown that on multiple occasions, so much to the point where you weren't feeling like you were expected to be anything other then yourself, there was no need for you to feel to perfom in order to keep your partner.

Rabbit wasn't shallow like that and will openly express his adoration for you as frequently as he can without it seeming meaningless or an obligation on his behalf, for he meant every word of it.

[forsaken-headcanons]

Sighhh I LOVE doomed yaoi. Especially supernatural doomed yaoi. /silly

A small add-on to what I previously said! So I mentioned that my idea possibly made Two Time the Spawn's spawn.

But what if that was literal? As in Two Time is QUITE LITERALLY the Spawn's "child". Perhaps a ritual performed by the cult on their mother while pregnant or maybe one of those "god takes form of mortal for the sole purpose of getting game". Either way Timey is NOT entirely human/robloxian.

When they were born, the cult immediately took on all work and sacrifice to make sure Two Time would be the BEST possible vessel or conduit for the Spawn's will.

I mean, who better to carry out your God's will then that God's own blood?

The cult planned for Azure's sacrifice all along. They left Two Time in the dark, and drilled in loyalty to the spawn as well as holding the cult above all else.

So when Amarah points the target and says "shoot.", Two Time will have to choose. The most important person in their world or their parental-figure(?), everything they've been taught and the relationships they may have built with ANYONE else in the cult.

And the whole time they have this itch in the back of their mind. This pull. This pure instinct. Things they aren't aware are the leftovers of The Spawn's own bloodline.

Anyway yahhh. Doomed Yuri between a cultist who may be some form of botanist and his freaky ass, inhuman, partner <3333 :]

(Is it possible that I could change from "💣anon" to "🧪anon"?? Sorry I'm new to the whole claiming anon thing XDKSGVAKAG)

-💣/🧪 anon

we leave this post in the drafts FOR ONE NIGHT 💔💔 /silly /pos

ANYWAYS!! you can def claim that! we'll go change the tags on the other posts later once we're back on desktop again hshsjd

^ EDIT: apparently this is the only post tagged this way?? anywho, if there Are any posts we missed that still has the bomb anon tag, feel free to @ our main on it (@/nonofficial-anon)! we'll edit it for ya :]

anywho onto the headcanon itself!! this is so peak wtf?? the idea is lwk Really creative ngl– like. we can definitely see two time as someone who isn't Entirely robloxian. the thought process behind this is fire as heck we are Yoinking this huehue

[treatmelikeasmut]

The Artist and the Engineer//Part 4 Base Coat

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Pairing: Viktor x Fem!Artist!Reader

Series Synopsis: Heimerdinger wants a commemorative painting done of Viktor, who is not fond of the idea.

Chapter Synopsis: A week has gone by, the artist has gotten all of the sketches she needs and they’ve decided on a pose. Now it's just a matter of figuring out what colors to use. However, their session is cut short when the artist gets unwelcomed guests.

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The first week of portrait sessions passed swiftly. There and gone in nearly the blink of an eye. It surprised Viktor just how easily they’d gone. The two of you even had something of a routine. If it was nice out, you’d sit out in the courtyard and volley questions while you sketched. The two days it’d been raining were spent in doors with Viktor reading while you worked to prepare your canvas. Though he questioned to himself how much there was truly to prep, surely there couldn’t be much. You each asked of the other’s day, though it always seemed to Viktor he was giving more away than you were.

No matter what he tried, there remained a space between you both. Not that he was looking to make friends. But there was something you kept carefully walled away. He never seemed to know when his questions would be deflected and turned on him instead. Still, he found you to be good company.

While Viktor still hated the idea of his portrait being done, and still couldn’t understand the point to it, he found he was enjoying his time away from the lab. He even started looking forward to that two o’clock bell. The walls of the lab were drab and bleak. The sunlight that streamed in the single tall, thin window was always mute and dusty. The chair he worked in was uncomfortable and he swore he was able to hear Jayce’s breathing from across the room. He itched to escape from that oppressive cave.

Viktor was glad to discover his work was still keeping its momentum. Even with his continued absences. Jayce had done well to pick up the slack. He could only hope that it was going to be sustainable. He hated to admit that Heimerdinger was right - the breaks were doing his brain some good. New ideas flowed more easily. He often returned to his desk inspired and reinvigorated.

However, due to Jayce’s comments, Viktor found himself noticing you more. Memorizing the way your practiced hand curled around the pencil. How you chewed your lip when you concentrated. The highlights that the sun brought to life while you sat beneath its light. He’d been embarrassed when he caught himself staring - more than once. You never said anything if you noticed.

Viktor’s mind kept drifting back to your hands on his. The way the warm skin of your palms sent heat coursing through his hands and down his arms. And gods forbid he remembered the way you delicately held his chin between your fingers. Their ghosts still lingered there, if he thought hard enough. Your thumb pressed between his brows could still be felt, and each time his mind emptied as completely as the first. There was a desparate ache in his chest that cried to be held by someone, anyone. A cry that was subsequently ignored.

“It’s okay to find her attractive,” Jayce had told him. “It doesn’t mean you have to fall in love or anything.”

Viktor had no intentions of falling in love; not with you or anyone else. He quickly came to enjoy your company, especially now that the small talk was mostly over. He found that if he appeared comfortable and open, then so were you - to a point, at least. He just couldn’t think about his stomach and how it had begun to betray him. Clenching and swirling on his walk to the studio. Such an odd feeling, that he could find no root to. Nor the way his muscles seized under your studious gaze.

That afternoon, Viktor found himself making the trip across campus early. It started as a yawn, then a stretch, then an announcement to Jayce that he was going for a walk. He found himself outside the studio doors before he’d even realized this was his destination. You were already there when he popped his head in. The first thing he noticed was your hand. You’d abandoned the larger splint, instead taping your ring and pinky fingers together. That meant they were healing, at least, which gave him a strange feeling of relief.

You hadn’t mentioned the incident that lead to that further. Viktor, not wanting to push the delicate boundaries of this new acquaintanceship, didn’t push the issue. It hadn’t been hard to tell you were lying. But he found it strange that you did. Had someone broken them on purpose? A friend? An abusive spouse? The thought of anyone doing that to another made his stomach turn.

You didn’t look up as Viktor entered the room, completely engrossed in whatever you were doing. Today, the small table was set up by the chaise and topped with a variety of small tubes. There was a twinge of disappointment in his chest - the session wouldn’t be outside today. He wouldn’t get to enjoy the sunlight.

You jumped when Viktor cleared his throat, entire body pivoting on the stool. Recognition flickered over your face, then you laughed. And it did something in Viktor’s chest that he wasn’t sure he liked. A little flip, a small quickening of his heart.

“Hello there,” Viktor greeted, trying to be as casual as possible. “I didn’t mean to startle you. I know I’m a bit early.”

You shook your head, turning back to your work. “No, no, it’s fine. Come in. I might mind if you weren’t good company.”

There was the flip again. He strode to the chaise, trying to push down the heat building around the collar of his shirt. The book he had with him today was one he’d read many times over. With its cracked spine and loose pages, it was more like an old friend. Viktor didn’t know why he’d grabbed this particular one. It could be nearly recited from memory now. Still, he thumbed it open and began to skim over its contents.

You stayed focused on your task. Today, Viktor couldn’t take the quiet. He actually wanted to talk to you. But he had no idea what say.

“It seems as though you have your canvas fully prepared,” he observed. You hummed, half-occupied. Viktor felt a frown tug at his lips. Quickly fixing it, he tried again, “Are you going to begin the painting portion today?”

Now you glanced at him, though he pretended not to notice. Looking back at the wooden pallet in your hand, you scrubbed a brush against. “Only the base coat.”

Viktor’s brows pinched together. “How do you mean?”

“In oil painting, the golden rule is thin to thick. Start with a thin layer of paint for the base, and then build your values off of them. Thickening the layers as you go. - I just need to make sure that I have the colors I want to use. I need to make a supply run soon.”

A few of the tubes on the table beside the chaise, Viktor now saw, were mostly flat. The bottom curled all the way up to press out what little was left. Two of them were cut in half then looked to be pinched shut again.

“Should the need arise, I can accompany you.” The words were out of Viktor’s mouth before he could stop them.

It was evident the offer caught you by surprise. But you recovered swiftly, smiling at him. “I appreciate the offer, but I don’t think you’d want to. You’d probably find it boring.”

He shrugged. “Or very educational.”

“Well,” you chuckled, standing. “I guess we’ll just have to see when the time comes.”

You came to sit on the lounge with him. Unlike the first time, you sat close enough he could feel the heat radiating from your body. Your thighs nearly touched and your knees did if you moved too much. That little point of pressure sent sparks shooting up his thighs. From what he could see of the pallet, there were splotches of peachy tones and dull blues.

“Your skin should be much easier to mix than Heimerdinger’s fur was,” you said, holding your pallet next to his face. “Your hair too.”

It was interesting, watching you mix your paints. Observing as you added dollops to the pallet, then mixed them with a small, triangular instrument. Then you held it up and stared so intently at Viktor that he was sure he might dissolve. This must be how the hexcrystals feel, he thought.

Frustration grew evident on your face as you mixed. Pulling from the different piles of color, adding more paint occasionally. Only for dissatisfaction to creep in as you held the little tool beside his face again. Finally, you sighed, smirking to yourself as you shook your head.

“Those pretty eyes of yours,” you chuckled softly, “I knew they’d give me trouble.”

Viktor’s grip tightened on his book, and he found he couldn’t look at you. “I apologize.”

“Don’t be, they’re very nic-”

You paused midsentence, the teasing smile dropping. Your eyes cut to the door, the sharp look in them so different from anything Viktor had seen of you until now. He opened his mouth to speak, but you held a paint covered finger to your lips. Then you were across the room, an ear to the door. Viktor heard you mutter something under your breath.

Panic crumpled your features as you turned back to him. Tension palpable in the air. Your footsteps were silent as you crossed back to him. He didn’t know a person could be so quiet.

“Vik,” you rushed in a loud whisper. Admittedly, the casual nickname gave him a small tingle in his belly. “I need you to do me a favor, grab your things. - Hurry.”

He did as instructed, stuffing the book back in his bag - he hadn’t been reading it anyway. Wrapping your fingers around one of his wrists, he let himself be pulled to the side room by the mirror. You carefully eased shut the door until it nearly latched.

“What -” Viktor started.

You held a finger to his lips, the same one that had touched yours. The scent of the paint was sharp that close to his nose. Your gaze shifting frantically to the door.

“I need you to stay in here,” you stated softly, “wait ten minutes then leave out the side door. Go to the courtyard and take the entrance directly across.”

“Why? What is -”

Just then, the door to the studio slammed. You flinched, dropping your hand and angling towards the door. An arm crossed in front of Viktor like you were set to defend him. He could see your entire body trembling.

“We 'eard there was a lil burd in ‘ere,” came a gruff voice, booming in the cavernous space. “Guess we’ll just 'ave ta rip this place apart until we find ‘er.”

“I’m here, Kuegler,” you called, voice steady and cold. “I’ll be there a second.”

Viktor’s eyes shot to you. “Who -”

“I can’t explain. I don’t want you getting involved, so just stay put. Please? And Vik?” You looked up at him with glassy, pleading eyes. A knot formed in his throat. “I’m begging you, please don’t tell Heimerdinger. - Can we keep this just between us? Our little secret? I’ll owe you a favor.”

He hesitated. Keep this a secret from Heimerdinger? What was going on? Was he really about to just turn a blind eye to whatever this was? You spoke with such a hard kindness. Once again, he hit that wall between you. Still, he caved when your bottom lip poked into a pout.

A ghost of a smile crossed your lips, then you quickly pressed a kiss to his cheek. Heat blossoming at the point where your soft lips touched. Then you were gone. Reaching for the door handle, you looked over your shoulder. Pinning him under your gaze.

“I won’t forget this,” you told him softly, “And, whatever you hear, please don’t think any less of me.”

You were out the door, shutting it quietly before Viktor could say anything else. It was only a moment before he was pressing his ear to the door. He could hear your footsteps and the heavy sound of boots.

“You can’t be here,” you announced, a hard edge in your voice. It sent a chill through him.

“Oh yeah?” said the voice, Kuegler, he assumed. “Who said?”

“I’m sure you were seen coming in. I bet Silco will be thrilled to find you causing trouble around a prestigious Piltover establishment.”

“Boss is the one who sent us,” said another voice, deeper than the first but just as rough. “Gave us this for you.”

You laughed harshly, the sound a shard of ice. “I didn’t know you two could read.”

“Not fer us, song burd.”

There was the sound of paper tearing. Then a moment of quiet. “The fuck is this? This wasn’t part of the deal.”

“There’s interest, int there, love?” came Kuegler’s voice. It made Viktor’s stomach turn. “Shame really, I tried ta go easy on ya. Got beat pretty bad fer it too.”

“Let’s go talk about this somewhere more…private,” you urged.

“What’s wrong wiv right ‘ere?”

“Anyone can come in at anytime - including Heimerdinger.” Your voice dripped with venom. “Unless that’s a fight you want.”

There were two low grunts, then the second man said, “After you, then.”

Viktor heard the heavy boots leave, and then the door to the studio shut. Quieter this time. Through the wall, he could hear the tick of the clock. His heart pounded in time with it. He counted down ten agonizing minutes while his mind stewed.

Just what the fuck was going on? Why didn't you want to tell Heimerdinger that two thugs walked straight into the academy? Where did you know them from? Why? You were just an artist, weren’t you?

Just someone who makes pretty pictures.

The questions swirled around in circles with dizzying velocity. Viktor’s stomach sloshed with them. Suddenly the side room felt too hot, too stuffy, too cramped. Still, he did as you asked and waited before making his way to the courtyard.

The white stone glared in his eyes now. The sun a hot beam through his dark shirt. He went through the entrance you told him, then stumbled his way back to the lab. Viktor had to stop and collect himself before he faced Jayce. Should he tell him about what just happened? But then Jayce would want to go to Heimerdinger, wouldn’t he?

When Viktor finally entered the lab a few minutes later, he was calmer. The decision not to tell Jayce came with the tang of guilt. But it wasn’t like Jayce knew you. Hell, Viktor barely knew you - yet he was determined to keep this a secret. At least until he could figure out what was going on.

Jayce did a double take when Viktor came in. “You’re back early, something happen?”

Viktor shook his head. “No - she had a prior engagement to see to today.”

“Ah. - Well, since you’re back, I have a question…”

It was hard to concentrate on work with all the questions buzzing around in his mind. He didn’t like that hardness in your voice. That panic in your eyes. He’d only known you a week, and you had been nothing but pleasant. Even when he wasn’t. Every time he thought of telling Heimerdinger, your voice whispered, Our little secret in the back of his mind.

It was delicious.

It was tantalizing.

It was dangerous.

He just hoped you knew what you were doing and that he was doing the right thing.

~*~

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How Much I Would Trust the People of TF2 at Pools with Me and How Much You Should Trust Them Too

I'm a lifeguard, lifeguard instructor and swim instructor you should definitely trust me

Reblogs are appreciated!!

Scout

6/10

I think he can swim surprisingly well. Like, not any actual stroke but he can stay alive in water.

Going to start splash wars. It's a mess. He will also play chicken with people and cheat while doing so.

Yeah he brings a lot of diving toys. Good luck. Fails to bring goggles and complains about chlorine in his eyes. Bit of a mess innit.

DOES NOT WEAR SUNSCREEN and gets burnt. Badly. He will be complaining about it for DAYS after the fact.

Soldier

5/10

Jane can absolutely swim. Just not... gracefully.

Acts a lot like those dogs that jump on their owners thinking they're drowning and just wants to help.

Will have a cannonball contest only if you say it's in the good of America.

Does enjoy 4th of July pool parties and LOVES flamingo and donut floaties. He and Zhanna like to rest on them together.

Pyro

2/10

Pyro doesn't really like swimming but isn't like, a hater of water.

Pyro would definitely hang out on the side and dip their feet in the water, kicking every now and then.

Usually naps in a lawn chair. Or, if on a beach, they'll build sandcastles and have lots of fun.

Sometimes will rest on a floatie. Likes water wings (water wings aren't safe). Likes sun bathing (plz make them wear sunscreen anyways).

Demoman

8/10

Literal selkie. I'm being so fr. He's a literal sea captain so. Man loves water.

Only reason he's an 8/10 is bc he likes to drink while lounging on the side of the pool and might need to be rescued at one point or another.

BUT he's really fun to play games with. Will jump in and have splash contests just as much as he wants to nap while laying on a floatie.

He will tell you nautical tales and legends from around the world. Great storyteller, and amazing at weaving tales of merfolk.

Heavy

9/10

makes sure everyone is wearing sunscreen and that the sunscreen is reapplied at safe intervals.

Likes to wear sunglasses and lounge around for a bit, but will actually legitimately swim. His breaststroke is actually pretty good. Butterfly is debatable.

He's going to keep tabs on everyone in the pool to make sure they're safe and not drowning.

He will also have a great BBQ. Mans the grill, doesn't let anyone touch it except for Dell, and Zhanna, He will NOT let Jane touch the grill.

Engineer

8/10

This is because he's really not swimming, more so of like, wading in the water with a cold beer in his hand but he's like your cool dad that hangs out and gets a bunch of cool stuff for the pool.

He's the one that buys or makes all the super cool floaties for the pool.

He also has towels and stuff ready for everyone. Does not want ANYONE dripping in the house so please dry off.

He will play his guitar at some point during the night after everyone's had their fun and light a fire for s'more purposes.

Medic

5/10

He's a menace in the pool. Surprisingly nimble in the water but like, a water snake or a shark, not a dolphin. He is not beneficial.

He asked to check the chlorine levels or check himself. Not because he actually cares, but because he wants to gross everyone else out.

He LOVES scaring people when in the water. He will jump up and climb up on you, and make everything hell for you.

If he isn't scaring you in the water and Jeremy isn't trying to drown him, he'll hang around the side of the pool sipping on cocktails and beer sunbathing like a lizard. This, after everyone's hounded him for wearing several layers of sunscreen.

Sniper

7/10

He's also a water dweller. He and Tavish spend a lot of time together talking in the shallow end about little myths and legends, and even have little races.

He's a very good swimmer. HIs fly is good, can't say the same for backstroke.

Water is like one of the only places he's not awkward because it's so comfortable to him. He has quite a few fond memories of his parents hanging around in the pool with him, tossing coins downwards so he could pick them up and even his father teaching him to swim.

He's a 7 out of 10 because he doesn't listen to anyone when they tell him to put more sunscreen on and he doesn't and gets BURNED.

Spy

4/10

He does not get in the water. Wears a speedo and it makes everyone uncomfortable and the balaclava but that's whatever.

He DOES wear sunscreen. Still wants to sun tan and even has a timer so he knows how long each side of him actually gets. Has sunglasses, listens to the music, and generally enjoys his time alone from everyone but also surrounded by them.

This does not stop Jeremy from splashing the ever loving hell out of him. Jeremy makes it a personal mission to mess with him.

He does end up having a water gun and does shoot Jeremy in the face with it MULTIPLE times. Might even raise his score to 10/10 tbh.

Miss Pauling

6/10

Yeah she's not getting in the water unless someone spends quite some time getting her in. She DOES know how to swim, and I think as a teen she was actually a lifeguard! but her relationship with the Administrator overworking her means she doesn't want to do ANYTHING.

I mean, she stays perpetually busy so it's everyone's personal mission to keep her phone away from her and tell the Administrator to bug off and leave her alone. So, when that happens you get her to rest on pool donuts.

She also sunbathes, but doesn't tan at all. She does cover herself in sun screen and wears a cute sun hat.

Her idea of having a nice time at the pool is with some iced tea, a good book, and enjoying the beautiful weather. She gets exactly that, minus Jeremy flirting with her, to which Spy will squirt him in the face again with his water gun.

Saxton Hale

-2/10

It's his pool everyone is using but that man makes everyone sign their soul to get in.

No one actually signs, just uses random google generated names and he can't be BOTHERED to check.

Mags also burns the contracts of anyone who actually signed. She thinks it's ridiculous that Saxton would even do that.

That said, he's not even AT the pool when everyone else is there because he can't be bothered. He wants to punch sharks. Mags will show up in a sun hat and bring a cooler of beer. She's the real 10/10.

The Administrator

-100/10

She does NOT show up. But if you manage to get her in, she hides in the shadows and hisses at the sun like a vampire.

She does NOT stop bothering Miss Pauling. Complains the whole time she's there.

She sneaks out at some point to get drunk somewhere else because everyone here was too 'low class' for her.

I don't like this woman. Stop inviting her to the party.

Zhanna

9/10

She's on the grill with Dell and they're a GREAT team together. She manages to cook everything so perfectly, people prefer her stuff to everyone else's.

She does better cannonballs than Jane. She's also a very graceful swimmer. Probably knows how to do some very basic artistic swimming skills, which she can teach you if you ask.

She likes to sunbathe as well, and likes to read as she does. I think she actually spends a lot of time with Miss Pauling, both of them resting together and enjoying the sun.

She will also drown Jeremy for him being a little shit around everyone else.

Merasmus

10/10

He summons mermaids.

What more can I say.

[princess-of-the-twisted-path]

I’m sorry, I may just be a bit oblivious but I don’t actually get what you’re trying to imply here 😅 especially because in my mind these are two very different characters.

Mainly because from point one it’s obvious Jason doesn’t want to be doing the things he’s doing which contrasts with max who seems to revel in it and so has a much more stark difference between his terrible behavior and his redemption.

I think it should also be mentioned that (imo) Jason isn’t really a character who gets “redeemed”. (Hear me out!) From my understanding redemption is when you do something truly truly bad, make up for it, and learn to be a better person. Jason barely fulfills the truly bad thing by hanging with max and doing his bidding (but as I said above he doesn’t want to be doing any of it in the first place) but his “redemption” is a bit overshadowed by the fact that he tells Richie that if max ever came back he’d go right back to bullying. Now even though max’s redemption is also overshadowed by a return to his evil doings I think it’s really important to mention that Jason just randomly says he’d return to bullying if max ever came back. Whereas max has a more character reason to make his decent back into evil (mainly getting hurt, and pissing his pants. Which are both embarrassing things and we know he has a problem with his dad humiliating him)

In your tags you mentioned that you didn’t think screen time had to do with this, but I actually think it does. And the reason I think this is because of Kyle. Now idk about anyone else but I often don’t remember much about this character. (I had to look up his name just now.) and to me that’s because he hardly does anything in the show. So it would make sense to me if Jason, who is in the show less than max but more than Kyle, would get less attention from the fandom than max, but more than Kyle. And while I know that people love taking random background characters and making them the fandom favorite. I don’t actually think that Jason really fulfills what a typical fandom wants to see which is mainly toxic sad boys. (Which Jason is not imo. Other than the whole “we’re gonna return to bullying” he’s pretty healthy and happy)

I’m sure there are more in depth reasons but that’s the one that came up to me.

Sorry, not trying to be rude or anything. Just kinda hoping to start a conversation because I’m really curious about this topic! 😊

(edit: I looked back at your tags and saw that this is about race, which is totally fair. I’m not going to claim that isn’t what’s happening here since I haven’t really looked at the fandom from that point of view. Feel free to disregard this entire reblog 😝)

Jason Jepson is literally everything the fandom wants Max to be (kind of dumb, gets redeemed and turns out to be actually really sweet, cares a lot about his friends, makes up with the nerds he bullied, hell he even likes Grace). But yet the fandom still favours Max more. I wonder why that is! Hmmm, I wonder what the difference between these two could be!

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

DarkLord. DarkLord what does Maurice think about the Jurassic Park debacle. Please tell me I gotta know. Do they tag along to watch. Does it happen on the one day they decide to take a break from their favorite show and go check in on some other spawn. Do they try to help or just watch in horrorified fascination as Shifty and Stan fight dinosaurs. Please tell me

Also also. How disgusted do they and Stan get about Emma-May making the dinosaurs part shifter

Hmm..... let me think....

I almost always operate by 'rule of funny' so the funniest thing for me is if Maurice is spying on the day Stan's going in to tour the dino park. They can't miss a special episode of 'Stan's life' after all, but they also can't let Stan see them. So they're upstairs, pretending to be one of the scientist or something when the whole place goes on lock down and they watch all the screens Fiddleford is frantically pulling down (Fiddleford only agreed to help Emma-May with her project to help manage his robo mania and to try and mend bridges so that there's less fighting over Tate. This ruins that attempt).

Thankfully both of the shapeshifters that could have called Maurice out for being there are downstairs when the whole thing goes down. Not so thankfully they are both downstairs, and Maurice watches them both throw secrecy out the window in the name of punching and beating up every dinosaur they come across. There is no horror movie anymore (except for the fact that Shifty and Stan are horror monsters) just a straight comedy of attempted horror that gets instantly smashed as both shifters beat up everything that wants to try. Stan's only marginally more subtle about it, trying to avoid dinos when possible, but he's still very much on camera shapeshifting.

They are holding their head in their hands. Its a nightmare scenario, and then they're scrambling to delete all the tapes in such a way that no one finds it suspicious. Which involves just straight burning/ destroying everything. So Emma-May doesn't get to watch her babies get syruped on repeat.

On the flip side, it is the first and maybe only time that Maurice willingly shows up, forces everyone involved to sit in the living room, and does the Maurice equivalent of yelling at them. Which doesnt involve yelling, but is just them listing out what they saw (Shapeshifting on camera, stolen DNA, stolen DNA used to modify dinosaurs without telling anyone, dinosaurs that caused havoc and nearly escaped) and what future consequences of those actions might be (Hunted down, experimented on, stolen stolen DNA used to create shapeshifter hybrid armies, shapeshifting dinosaurs on the loose) then list what they are going to do about it if any of those consequences happen(Lock down, they will ruin everyone's life. they will take Shifty away. they will take Stan away. They will bring the full might of their circle down on this house and strip it of anything shifter related. Stan might be versatile, but Maurice is very old, and has contacts and favors they will use to make sure Stan can't see Ford for the next decade. If Emma-May tries anything like this again, they will make her disappear).

Then they are there. they are in the house, watching everyone. They are not leaving, and everyone's going to know about them watching their every move, until they disappear without a word. Then they are watching them from the trees, and they are mailing detailed descriptions of what certain members of the house (Emma-May) have been doing when no ones seen them. This is a threat.

Stanley is very upset with Emma-May over the whole dino DNA modification. So upset, she looses her bug body viewing privileges. Its devastating for her. At this point Stan's barely comfortable with getting the whole arm bugged, she hasn't seen the rest of him, and Shifty's form just doesnt have the same mysterious appeal. Stan might look different! They don't know! The colors already don't match, what else!

I need you to imagine Emma-May, kneeling with a boom box outside of Stan's window here. Thats the immediate effects of the dino incident. Like a break up, but its a scientist and the bug they want to study under a microscope but has person hood and rights. Stan's going moss already, clinging to Fords chest and making him wheeze as he shakes his head at Emma-May through the window for hurting Stan's feelings and making Ford suffer for it.

[usermaddiehans]

not like this

featuring : evan ' buck ' buckley / edmundo ' eddie ' diaz ( buddie ) , henrietta ' hen ' wilson , howard ' chimney ' han , maddie buckley han , ravi panikkar , robert ' bobby ' nash , athena grant - nash rating : t word count : 2,229

premise : buddie , locked in a bedroom , while all their friends chant for them to kiss. it does not go over as easily as one may expect.

content warning(s) : excessive drinking

author's note : saw someone ( shoutout @offscreeneddie x ) begging for a buddie parallel to the one scene of nick and jess from new girl where people are chanting for them to kiss and nick is like " not like this ! " ( it's s 2 ep 15 " cooler " ) anyways it's been in my head ever since hope this works out put this in whatever timeline

what started out as post - shift drinks has somehow unraveled into some sort of party at the diaz house. thank god chris is staying the night with a friend , because the 118 squad had made a mess of the place at this ungodly hour. every liquor bottle has been emptied , every beer drank. the only ones sober are bobby and athena ; the former making sure his squad didn't get into much trouble , the latter likely curious for the free entertainment. even maddie showed up at some point , probably because chimney told her she was missing all the fun.

they started playing some game , eddie doesn't know how it began , but he's suddenly being pushed into the bedroom. chimney is using all of his might shoving him into the room ; maddie behind him , forcing her brother in next. buck seemed to fight it less , but that could be chalked up to not wanting to hurt his sister. before the best friends can protest any further , the door slammed shut behind them. gigging outside followed.

eddie blinks. he looks to buck , who is sitting on the edge of his bed now. he moves to the door , trying the handle to find it won't open. it won't budge. clearly , their friends were prepared enough to lock them in somehow. he bangs on the door , though it doesn't do him much.

" how long you think they are gonna keep us in here ? " eddie asks , putting his back to the door.

" oh , just until ... " buck's words are cut off by chanting.

kiss ! kiss ! kiss ! ah , yes , that's why they were shoved together. they lost whatever the bet was , and somehow the price they needed to pay was to kiss. it was probably the alcohol talking , but eddie swore he even heard bobby chanting along. he of all people shouldn't be trying to get his crew to kiss each other , but the 118 never was good with strict protocol , after all ...

eddie bangs his head on the door. buck flops on his back onto the bed. the chanting continues. eddie wonders if their friends will grow bored eventually.

" if we kiss , they'll let us out , " buck muses , his eyes locked on the ceiling. " i'm sure hen would've kissed chim to get it over with , and they both have wives ... " meanwhile , chimney's wife was one of the loudest voices outside the door. eddie wondered if she'd be this loud if it was anyone else. maddie did love to torment her brother , all in good fun or so she claimed.

" can we not and say we did ? " eddie asks.

" they'll know. " he doesn't know how , but buck's right , eliciting a groan.

eddie pushes off the door and plops next to his friend on the bed. for a moment , they both lay there , staring at the ceiling as they ignore their friends. eventually , they exchange glances , chucking to one another. this is ridiculous , they know. still , they can't help but smile.

after a couple of minutes , the chanting has dulled. hushed conversations take its place. if they listen closely , they can hear hen explaining the situation to a confused ravi ; the young firefighter confused what the big deal is. he was merely along for the ride , roped into their shenanigans time and time again somehow.

eddie knows better than to check the door again. their friends were stubborn and unlikely to give up anytime soon. thus , he laid there for just a little longer , contemplating their situation. what if they just fell asleep , right here right now , in his bed ? it was big enough for two , after all ; even two men their size. he didn't think it'd be awkward , he realizes. he'd slept in much worse conditions , after all ; what was sharing a bed with his best friend ?

they'd still be locked in here in the morning ; their friends abandoning them barracked in the bedroom if they left. buck and eddie were firefighters , they could easily break down the door if they tried. however , eddie didn't want to replace the door or its frame again ...

he threw an arm over his eyes , a groan escaping. " why all this ?? "

" i don't know. " he hears buck silently laugh. " maybe they think you haven't been kissed in a while ? "

eddie felt a shift next to him. he uncovered his eyes and looked next to him ; seeing buck now propping himself on his side , looking back at him. he couldn't help mirroring the position. it was just so casual , a little goofy.

" even if that were true ... " it was. they both knew. eddie wasn't trying to date. he was too tired of feeling like he was performing , only for it to end in disaster time and time again. it wasn't worth the trouble. " why you ? "

buck's shoulders bounced with a nonchalant shrug. " i'm the best kisser. obviously. " they both laughed. " plus maybe no one else can handle so - called eight pack. "

eddie rolled his eyes at the apparent nickname. he thought it started as some one - off joke ; at least it never actually caught on. " be quiet. "

" what ? " he could hear buck trying to hold back a laugh. " i've seen your abs ! i'm not intimidated by them ! " eddie wanted to push him off the bed in that moment. still , his friend continued on. " you'd be hotter , if you were just a bit less broody. "

eddie rolled his eyes. " oh , yeah ? " a tinge of disbelief coated his tone.

" yeah ! " buck answered , perhaps a bit too excitedly. " like so much hotter. and a cute kid on top of that ? girls would be lining out the door , for sure. "

" if i was less broody ? "

" oh , yeah. "

something about buck's smirk made eddie's heart skip a beat. he blinked. wait , why ? he'd been called hot before , attractive. it was an acknowledgeable truth , perhaps , but coming from buck ? all of a sudden , something stirred in his chest.

he sat up abruptly , earning a confused look from his friend. " what are we supposed to do ? " there was a sort of panic in his question.

" kiss , " buck answered simply , sitting up. now they sat on the edge of the mattress together , side - by - side , their shoulders now touching.

eddie made no effort to move , not even an inch. he became overly away of the point of contact , but he refused to acknowledged it. instead , he stared at the door. he wasn't sure how much time had passed. would they really have to kiss to get out of here ? would that be so bad ?

he looked at buck , who seemed to innocently look back ; yet why was eddie's heart suddenly beating faster and faster ? eddie's gaze flickered between buck's lips then his eyes for a brief moment. he caught himself quick enough to look away before forcing himself to stand.

eddie tried the door again , already knowing it wouldn't open. he used a little more force than before. jiggling the door clearly made enough noise to draw attention from their friends outside.

" did you guys kiss yet ? " maddie called out.

eddie tried the door again , which was correctly interpreted as a ' no. ' he was beginning to consider if a new door would be so bad ; then the chanting picked up again. kiss ! kiss ! kiss !

" fuck ! " he shouted under his breath. even if he wanted to , he couldn't knock down the door. there were too many people on the other side to safely do so. his hand rubbed at his forehead as he thought of what to do next.

" eddie. " his name sounding like an impatient plea behind him , following the sound of bedsprings. next , a sturdy hand on his shoulder forced him to turn around. " let's just get this over with. just kiss me. "

" no ! " the word coming out harsher than he expected. " i'm not gonna kiss you. " eddie's tone clearly distressed. he couldn't kiss his best friend. he just couldn't.

" kiss me ! "

" buck , stop. " a plea of his own. his scanning every feature on the other's face.

the other shook his head , practically rolling his eyes. " god ! diaz , just kiss me already !! "

" no , " it came out almost pained. " not like this ! " eddie stunned even himself with his own words. he blinked , head shaking slightly , but never breaking eye contact.

buck looked back at him , confusion clear. " what's that supposed to be ? "

" nothing. i just , " eddie was suddenly struggling with words more and more. his lips parted , only air escaping. " i didn't mean it like that. " his eyes shut , trying to collect his thoughts somehow. why was this so hard ? " we can't , like that , because ... " his eyes opened , blinking quickly. " that's not ... do you know , like ... "

he gave up , finally averting his gaze. he ran a hand through his hair , loosening strands in the process. outside the door , the chanting continued. eddie's eyes searched the space for any way out. he froze , an idea. he held up a hand , as if stopping buck from saying anything , as he walked away.

he approached the window , throwing the curtains aside. he slammed the window open with ease. how this didn't occur to him earlier , he wasn't sure. maybe he didn't feel the need to actually escape until this exact moment. he thanks god he lived in a single - story house as he climbed out.

he hit the ground with a soft thud. he didn't even dare look inside to see what buck's reaction might have been. instead , he made his way to the front of the house and let himself in the front door. ( because , of course , no one in their drunk stupor managed to like this door. ) he was greeted by the chanting once more , louder without the door as a sound barrier.

" we're done ! " he called out as he marched past his friends that lingered in the living room , making his way toward the bedroom. he found it was a chair propped against the handle that kept them locked in ; he wasn't surprised. he quickly dislodged it and swung the door open ; revealing a still very confused buck in the same spot eddie left him mere moments prior.

he directed his attention to bobby and athena. " i'm sure you two can get everyone home in one piece. "

bobby and athena nodded , accepting their role. neither looked all that guilty. the captain likely joined the chanting out of boredom than anything else.

hen and maddie looked unimpressed , borderline upset the plan didn't work. they were likely the masterminds behind much of the plan , if eddie had to guess.

ravi and chimney looked the most embarrassed ; both just going along with the plan. ravi likely didn't even know what he was getting into tonight. he never did with the 118 , on - or off - duty.

eddie motioned for everyone to get their stuff , and slowly but surely everyone gathered themselves. they filed out the door after a few minutes ; buck always the one lingering behind. eddie debated on offering him the couch , like he always did.

" good night , eddie , " buck offered him a weak smile.

everyone else was outside , out of sight. eddie stopped buck as he turned to walk away , suddenly pulling him close. without another thought , he was kissing his best friend.

to his surprise , buck was kissing him back ; and for a while , they were a mess of mouths , of arms twisted together. time stood still as they seemed to find their place in one another. it was like something naturally falling into place , like there was no question in the action , no hesitation.

locked in together , forced together , the idea felt so wrong. eddie couldn't breath. it was like the concept of kissing his best friend never crossed his mind before then ; but when it did , suddenly it felt too important a thing to waste. they shouldn't kiss because they were being told to. no , he suddenly wanted to. it was craving something he'd never tasted before , never allowed himself to.

he was tired of performing , and he refused to let this moment turn into a performance for their friends , their loved ones. he needed to let himself be raw , open , vulnerable ; in a way that only made sense with buck. thus , in the silence of the now empty house , he had to take the opportunity before it slipped away ; before he could think better of it.

as they parted to finally catch their breath , their foreheads remained together ; eddie's hands lingering on buck's waist , like they belonged there. their eyes found each other with ease. both in a state somewhere between surprise and acceptance.

eddie stole one last tender kiss from the other's lips before introducing distance once more. he just barely kept buck within reach as he finally admitted. " i meant something like that. "

his gaze averted , he made himself let go. he gave a curt nod , pulling himself a way. he knew better than to ask for anything more , end it there. maybe things would change ; for better or worse , eddie didn't know.

he gave buck a half smile , a final goodbye for the night , before he turned his back. he hid glassy eyes as he disappeared down the hall. tomorrow was certainly going to be a new day , and he'd face it when it came.

as he closed the bedroom door , eddie heard the front door open once again ; followed shortly by maddie's voice. " buck , are you coming ? or are you staying here ? "

" ... i'm coming. "