#oh buddy that prompt can go the distance

[ratatatastic]

mikksy intermission interview!! mikksy intermission interview!!

his face when he heard the phrase "wild sequence" to describe the 10 seconds of insanity that was almost self goal to actual goal

love when he tries his best not to smile but then his lips quirks up a bit you cannot hide your amusement sir!

"uhhh i think it was such a great pass [by lundy]" getting mikksy to compliment himself, an impossible task, man is skilled in the art of misdirection like hell youll ever catch him saying good things about himself when he can praise someone else god forbid it really

that uhhhhh like ooooo his mind went so blank he did not agree with that at all

HIS FACE HEARING EMILY KAPLAN SAY KIITOS YOUUUUUUUUUUUUU IMPRESSED WITH THE BARE MINIMUM BUT IT DOES NOT FAIL TO BRING ME JOY WHEN PLAYERS GREATLY ENJOY HER THANKING THEM FOR THE INTERVIEW IN THEIR NATIVE LANGUAGE

edmonton oilers @ florida panthers game 2 | 6.10.24

the difference in framing KILLS ME HE ALMOST REACHES THE TOP OF THE SCF SCREENING BEHIND THEM

[hotshotsxyz]

buck, eddie & the great comet of 2024

(buddie) (1.1k words) for and inspired by @moonlightperseus who said, and i quote, "do you think he would break down crying in bucks arms out in the middle of nowhere under the stars". yes. yes i do.

There’s something to be said for wallowing, Eddie thinks. It’s hard to make any new mistakes, for one, and it’s far less labor-intensive than any of the alternatives. So yeah, maybe he’s wallowing a little bit, but it’s not like he needs to be saved from himself.

He says as much to Buck, who immediately rolls his eyes.

“I’m not saving you, I’m kidnapping you,” he says.

“Maybe I don’t want to be kidnapped,” Eddie replies. He settles further into the couch to make his point.

Buck frowns. “I don’t think the kidnap-ee really gets a say in it,” he says. “Anyway, you’re not going to make me go alone, are you?”

 “To what?” Eddie asks. “You haven’t even told me where we’re going.”

 Buck’s eyes light up like he’s won something. Eddie replays the last few seconds of conversation in his head and groans.

“Come on, do you trust me?” He asks, and it’s not even really a question. Or, if it is, Buck knows the answer just as well as he does.

“Fine,” Eddie sighs. “I’m picking the music, though.”

Buck grins. “Deal.”

Just to fuck with him, Eddie starts their drive with the most depressing song in his library.

Buck snorts as soon as he recognizes it. “A little on the nose, don’t you think?”

“I’m being kidnapped,” Eddie says with a shrug. “I can be mopey.”

“Yeah, but… Trading Yesterday mopey?”

His nose wrinkles and Eddie can’t help but laugh. “Oh yeah, Trading Yesterday, Amber Run— sure you don’t just want to leave me to my misery?”

“Nah, I always want you around,” Buck says, a little too soft, a little too sincere to be anything but the truth.

Eddie’s breath catches in his chest. “Okay,” he says. He tries to ignore how raw it feels as it leaves his tongue.

“Just add some Death Cab for Cutie for me,” Buck teases.

Eddie huffs something close to a laugh and adds Transatlanticism to the queue.

By the time Buck turns onto Angel Crest Highway, Eddie’s given up on trying to work out where they’re going.

“You know, I thought you were joking about the kidnapping,” he says.

“Oh no, I take my kidnapping very seriously,” Buck says, glancing over.

Eddie laughs, and then his stomach growls. “Any chance your plot includes snacks?” He asks.

The corner of Buck’s mouth quirks up. “What kind of kidnapper do you take me for?”

“The kind that’s trying to Stockholm Syndrome me, clearly,” Eddie drawls.

“Is it working?” Buck asks. His eyes are alight with mirth, and not for the first time Eddie finds himself a little distracted by them.

He hums an affirmative. “You’ve got me right where you want me.”

“Alright,” Buck says. “We’re here.”

Here is, seemingly, a random scenic overlook. In the distance, the sun is slowly sinking below the horizon.

“And we’re… watching the sunset?” Eddie guesses.

“Nope,” Buck says. He pauses and tilts his head to the side. “Well actually, yeah, I guess we are. But not just the sunset!”

“So…” Eddie prompts.

Buck rubs at the back of his head. “It’s, uh— do you remember that comet I told you about a few months ago?”

“Yeah,” Eddie says, and he does. It’d been while they were on shift, a slow one if Eddie remembers correctly. Buck had excitedly shown him a NASA article and said that he was putting it in his calendar for—

For Chris.

“Oh,” Eddie breathes.

“Is— is that okay?” Buck asks.

Eddie closes his eyes and tilts his head back. “Yeah,” he says, a little rough. “I just wish…”

“Me too.”

A familiar wave of guilt crashes through Eddie’s chest. It’s just one more thing on a long list of things Chris is missing out on because of him.

“I’m still glad we’re here,” Buck says, taking Eddie’s wrist in his hand.

Eddie feels a little nauseous when he realizes he is too.

Buck packed them an entire dinner to eat while they wait for the comet to become visible on the horizon. If Chris was here, Buck probably would’ve brought a few camp chairs for them to use, but as it is they sit on the floor of the Jeep’s cargo space, legs dangling past the rear bumper. It’s a little chilly in the mountains; Eddie appreciates the long line of warmth that is Buck’s body pressed against his, shoulder to knee.

In hushed tones, Buck tells Eddie everything he knows about Tsuchinshan-ATLAS, which is, apparently, the comet’s name. He describes its origin in the Oort Cloud, and how it survived a seemingly deadly trip around the sun.

“It won’t be back for another eight hundred centuries,” Buck says breathlessly.

Eddie loves him like this. He loves the curiosity that emanates from him in waves, and the way he seems to have absorbed every little fun fact he’s ever read. He loves the way Buck glows when he shares his knowledge with anyone lucky enough to be in his orbit. He loves—

He loves Buck.

And that’s—

It’s—

Oh.

Of course he does.

The comet makes its appearance forty-five minutes after the last rays of the sun dissipate into inky blue.

“There,” Buck says, pulling Eddie toward the guardrail and pointing at a tiny streak of light in the sky.

All at once, Eddie is desperately sad. He’s here and Buck’s here but Chris isn’t, and it’s not supposed to be like that. It’s supposed to be the three of them together. It’s supposed to be Buck and Chris bouncing fun facts off each other, and Eddie watching fondly as the two people he loves most in this world revel in the joy of sharing a new experience. It’s supposed to be their family, their whole family.

Buck turns to him, like he’s somehow sensed the sudden shift in Eddie’s mood. He offers him a small, sad smile.

“I, uh, I reminded Chris about the comet this morning,” he says quietly.

Eddie takes a shaky breath.

“He should be seeing it too, right about now,” Buck continues. “I know it’s not… but—but we’re looking at the same sky.”

An overwhelming mix of sadness-gratitude-guilt-joy-sorrow-love hits Eddie square in the chest. “You…” he whispers.

Buck bites his lip. “I just… I thought you’d want to know,” he says.

Out of nowhere, a sob bursts from Eddie’s chest. In an instant, Buck’s arms are around him.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I’m sorry I can’t fix it.”

Eddie tucks his face into Buck’s neck, and for the first time since the night Christopher left, he lets himself cry.

Buck holds him until the comet is far beyond the horizon.

[glorious-spoon]

🩸 blood and buddie for the trick or treat prompt please 🥰

:D thank you! happy halloween! have some whump!

-

"It's not that bad," Eddie says, and it's the steady calm in his voice, more than anything else, that lets Buck know he's in real trouble. Head spinning, he tries to leverage himself up to look at the injury, only to be stopped by an implacable hand in the center of his chest.

"What," he says. "Eddie, let me see."

 "You don't need to see it. What you need to do is lie down, hold still, and let me elevate your leg until the ambulance gets here."

"It's bad, isn't it."

"It's not bad. You're gonna be fine."

"See," Buck says, "I know you're lying."

Eddie glances down at him. His face still looks a little strange without the mustache—Buck hadn't realized how much he'd gotten used to it. He looks younger like this. Or maybe that's the expression on his face, the naked worry in his eyes, which doesn't go away even when he attempts a brief smile. "Oh, you know that, huh? Lie down."

"Yeah, I know that," Buck mumbles. He lies down, only partly because the wave of dizziness is leaving him a little nauseous, and he doesn't think that puking on his shirt would improve this experience for either of them. "If it really wasn't that bad, you'd be laughing at me right now. I musta looked. So stupid."

Not pumpkin guts this time, but a grease spill on a tile floor a little too close to a window. Buck imagines the sight he must have made crashing through it, arms windmilling, into the hedge row half a floor below. Glass spray everywhere like a cartoon, sharp enough to slice right through his jeans. Sharp enough that it doesn't even really hurt, not like it should. It just feels hot. Burning pressure under Eddie's bloody hands and an unpleasant cooling stickiness where the cloth is soaked though past his knee.

"You did look really stupid," Eddie says, but it's weak. "Maybe next time look where you're going. First pumpkin guts, now this?"

"That was weak," Buck informs him. He's slurring slightly now, which is. Probably not great.

Eddie laughs, a tight, awful little sound. "Sorry."

"M not gonna die falling out a window."

"Definitely not," Eddie says. He's looking at Buck's leg again. There's noise in the distance now. Sirens. "See? Ambulance is almost here. You're gonna be fine."

"Okay," Buck agrees, because that seems easiest. He doesn't close his eyes. He has a feeling that would freak Eddie out, and that wouldn't be fair. Instead, he blinks at the hazy Los Angeles sky, the tiny pinpricks of light that might be stars or might be satellites—he can't actually focus enough to tell if they're moving. Lights sweep over the scene, and footsteps approach. As if through water, he hears Eddie responding to the paramedics in a calm, steady, professional tone. The pressure on his leg changes. Hands beneath him, rolling him expertly onto a backboard. The sky moves as he's lifted. Or no—he's moving now. Eddie moving alongside him, keeping pace.

"Hey," Buck mumbles, and Eddie glances down, lifts a hand like he's going to touch Buck, then seems to notice how bloody it is and stops himself. Buck wishes he wouldn't, but he's not sure how to say it.

"Yeah?" Eddie asks, soft amid all the chaos.

"You gonna ride with me?"

It's not what he means to say, but maybe it's close enough. And good enough, because it finally gets Eddie to roll his eyes and scoff fondly.

"Obviously," he says.

"Good," Buck mumbles, because it is. Eddie is with him. Everything else can wait.

[justapoet]

Random dialogue prompt list

"Have you ever been in love?" "No. Why?" "I think I'm in love with you."

Distancing themself from the other because they start to think that there is definitely something wrong with them

Stuttering

"I missed you so much, I don't know why. But, I did."

"You look perfect in this outfit." "Oh."

“Tell me you did not go to a fight without me.” “I don’t need you to protect me.” “It’s not about protection-”

"Did you forget that it was your turn to grab the groceries today?" "Yeah, sorry. I thought I'd wait for you so we can go together?"

“The problem lies within the fact that I want more. That’s what scares me the most, because I don’t want to want more. But I can’t help it.” 

“You said you loved me last night.”

“So that confession…” “Didn’t mean shit ‘cause I was drunk. And I don’t want you accepting that. Let me confess to you, properly, at the least.”

“I swear I didn’t murder anyone.” 

"Who are you when you're not performing?" "Fuck. Marry me."

“You have the most beautiful smile, you know that?”

“I just want(ed) to make you smile.”

“I was just getting my coffee, but then I fell in love with you”

"I…I missed you." "Oh."

“I desperately want to kiss you.”

“Maybe it’s a good mood. Maybe it’s a manic episode.”

"Don't open your eyes"

"Goddammit, don't say that!"

“Fuck it. I’m in.” 

“Too late. I’m already yours.”

“Nothing - no matter how weird or dark - could ever change the way I feel about you.”

“For once, I’m completely serious.”

“I don´t believe that you know what the hell you are doing half of the time.” 

“There isn’t a single unit of thought behind your eyes.” “Of course, not. I’m looking at you. My brain doesn’t work when I’m looking at you.”

"Are we going to talk about it?"

“I’d tear down mountains and rewrite the stars just to see you smile.”

“You weren’t part of my life plan.”

“So, tell me, what do you feel for me?”

“I’m this close to resorting to physical violence if shit continues to not work out.”

“I don’t know what to do.” 

“Say another word and I´ll shove these fries down your throat.” 

“Could you even try to be nice to me today?”

“There are about thirty-five ways this could go wrong. I’d say that’s pretty good odds.”

"Are you seriously considering to go through with this complete absurd?"

"It's a miracle you're still alive." "Mom does say you're a miracle worker, yes."

"You're sick. Did the fever make you forget how to dial my number?"

"Just do it, you moron."

"My self-control is hanging by a thread right now. Please, don't do this to me."

“Hey, neighbour, I’ve never met you before but your dog just destroyed my garden."

“Well, I’m afraid that opinion’s going to change once you get to know me.”

"Ever thought of stepping outside, or have you become part of the furniture?"

"Can you just look at me? Please?"

"I needed to hear your voice."

“Just to clarify: We are in a relationship, right?”

"You're the only thing I should be afraid of, and that fear died off years ago."

“it’s a bit frustrating to how oblivious you are.”

“what do i have to do or say for you to notice that i’m in love with you?”

“Yeah, that wasn’t supposed to happen and I was not supposed to say that, I’m so sorry.” 

so, hi! this is just a silly prompt list, but I'd very much like to ask you to send me asks and resquest a fic from any of them!

I'll be writing for the following couples:

Buddie (9-1-1)

Percabeth (Percy Jackson)

Nick and Chalie (Heartstopper)

Aziracrow (Good Omens)

Polin (Bridgerton)

Kathony (Bridgerton)

If you have any other couples from these universes that you might want, you can send them to me, as well. Other than Buddie (that it's not canon just yet), I like best to only write canon couples.

[bloopitynoot]

Reading SVSSS: Chapter 13

For those who don't know, I am reading SVSSS for the first time and sharing my thoughts!

If you have not read it, there will be spoilers! Consider this a warning.

Also- if you want to follow along, I am aiming to post updates daily. You can find all the posts in the tag bloopitynoot reads SVSSS. You can also check out the intro post for context on my read.

I'm here! Finally posting yesterday's read.

Last night I was watching critical role and making flower crowns for the ren faire today and I totally lost track of time. But I did read earlier and I have the notes!

Anyways; no tea- I slammed this coke zero. The flower crowns ended up being real cute though.

Here we go; last chapter of book 2!

I'm already nervous :( this chapter is titled coercion. Coercion of who?

Well. Shen Qingqiu arrives and the mountain is already under siege- solid start. p283

This is less a reflection on this current chapter and more a thought about the longevity of this character; but I feel like Luo Binghe is going to inevitably perish. The reckless abandon in which he approaches anything Shizun adjacent is going to end this man. Like in this chapter- fully just tells everyone he's of demonic heritage- 0 fucks, no care for his own life now or in the future. Sure, he's powerful as hell but like eventually he has to sleep. p284

Oh gosh. Both Yue Qingyuan and Liu Qingge are in a bad way AND they are in the same room as Luo Binghe. p285

Okay but to be fair, when it comes to the body of Shen Qingqiu I am on the side of the sect here. Like bare minimum even if this man supposedly committed all the crimes (he didnt and they do know this) he still deserves to have proper death rites. Luo Binghe did do some unhinged things. pp 286-287

RIP Shang Qinghua LOL everyone knows you are an opportunist with nary a loyal bone in your body. Congrats on your entire sect knowing now p288

OOP. the audacity of Luo Binghe to Liu Qingge "ah! The loser I defeated" I mean not wrong but you dont have to be a dick about it. p289 Luo Binghe is so cocky!

and here we have SQQ inserting himself into mortally dangerous situations that he could have walked away from. The self sacrificing he has been doing this entire book (intentional or not) is so wild. This man cannot do anything in a stealthy way- everything dramatic and loud and at the centre of attention. p290

WAIT! "caught you shizun" p290 He did know! I had a suspicion!

What did you expect SQQ ofc he meant to draw you out. He could have tracked you but he lost the ability to do so with the other demon. p293

as an aside I am now wondering how this is going to work out. The Zhuzhi-Lang can also torture and track him at a distance- this is going to be a later problem for SQQ and Luo Binghe no doubt

oh poor buddy "you're not a fool...I am" p293

ooooooo. "didn't my sweetness make shizun oh-so happy?" p294. that's not even it oh no so much emotional damage

Also Shang Qinghua exposed again with the mushroom info p294

I am on SQQ's side with this one. How can the sect be mad about him not going there right away when he was kind of underground and also had to relearn how to move his own body p295

I am annoyed at Liu Qingge and I think, maybe, unjustifiably. I feel like his character is complicated and eventually I want to read a character study or two about him for more insight. What prompted this is: he is both acknowledging that SQQ is doing something utterly selfless for the sect but also pissed that he's doing it at all. Like- is it him feeling inadequate? Or is it how he feels about SQQ or the sect? idk- I will continue to think about him. p297

Luo Binghe was not satisfied with mushroom-zun he also wants the original body?? p299

RIP all of SQQ's dignity and his mental health "I've already submitted to you" p299 his word choice though LOL

His body is missing?!?!?!?!?!? p300

what a cliffhanger! Now I need to know who stole his corpse! If it ends up being 2 SQQ's OR that Luo Binghe's dad is using SQQ's original body I am done done LOL.

We finished book 2!

Thank you to those who have been reading along- this has truly been so fun! I appreciate all the comments and clarifications; they have been helpful and have been making this reading process super engaging. Getting to chat about the thing I am enjoying with others who also love The Thing has been a solid highlight of my days!

[oleicim]

Hmmmm can I request Angel visiting his work buddy in the hospital after they get hurt during a fight, and he's like frustrated at them for not taking better care of themselves, and then he accidentally confesses his feelings for them while they're arguing???? Eheheh sorry if this was a bit unclear or anything + feel free to change the prompt if you wanna!!!!

care for you

pair: angel devil x gn!reader

warning: not fully proofread! mentions of death, injuries, hurt/comfort almost? no use of y/n

a/n: ending is not the best but i hope its still okay!

by the looks of it, angel guessed it was going to rain soon. the color of grey enveloped the vastness of the sky, the sight of the usual beaming sun not even visible. clouds painted in monochrome continued to mold together as fog continued to fill in the streets of the city.

angel’s mind focusing on such a miniscule thing such as how the weather is made him realize how hard he’s trying not to focus on what, or rather who, is in front of him. adorned in a white and blue dotted gown instead of the rather formal devil hunting uniform laid in his line of sight was you, his assigned work partner.

although, many personal boundaries have been crossed between you two to the point he could call you a friend instead.

angel grimaced at that thought, since when was he a person to allow others to get so close that he could say they're friends? never, and that's why he was honestly unable to fully comprehend the fact that you slipped through the cracks of his walls and became so close to him to be a friend.

so close that you unknowingly have become a vital part in his daily life that the fact couldn't just be defended with platonic reasoning, to which he blocked out that nagging voice in his head that said so.

although because of his lack of the ability to distance you from him, he was encased in swathing worry for your wellbeing as you slept bandaged up in the hospital bed.

and this, genuine concern for you, was an unaccustomed feeling he did not greet with open arms. this distraught over your injured body made him feel heavy, and his skin warm. it made his mind race with possibilities and outcomes he would usually never think about, as angel was never an overthinker. at least, till now.

he just couldn't stop the flooding thoughts about what could've happened, what should've happened instead of what did. the better outcome of the fight between you and him with the devil you both were sent to rid of. angel believed that your choice to push that pesky little kid away and take the hit was incredibly stupid-

“h-hello?”

your voice was meek, certainly different from how you usually sounded. it was fragile, and raspy that the simple greeting sounded almost as if the words scratched your throat. angel hated how, weak, you sounded.

he stood up from the chair placed beside the bed you were laid on, and in quick movements he found himself hovering over your sickly face, and he couldn't block out the rising rage at the sight of how lidded your eyes were from exhaustion.

you should’ve never saved that kid.

with the glimpe of angel’s familiar face, your eyes strained to widen and your brows unfurrowed just slightly. that small facial change in expression caused his heart to pump faster at the idea of you becoming relaxed at the sight of him.

“angel..where am i?” confusion was evident in your tone, and he understood why. you had blacked out upon impact of the deep lacerations given from the devil when you saved the boy, body dragging across the road from the momentum.

so waking up in a blinding white room instead of the (at the time) muddled blue sky and a seething devil, was understandably confusing.

“hospital, you got knocked out.” he said, tone unchanging from the usual monotone one he had. although, his eyes betrayed his nonchalance act, his irises gleaming with pools of dripping worry.

“oh… is he okay? the kid?”

your words hit angel as if he was the one who got clawed by the devil, how could you worry about some kid? angel’s brows furrowed and he wasn't able to hide the way he got frustrated.

your drowsy state started to drift away as you came to grasp your senses, and you could tell that angel was seemingly upset. ever the caring person, you disregarded your own seering burn on your back and focused on why angel was clearly a bit ticked off.

“angel?..” the serene sound of how you said his name made his heartbeat pick up, but he couldn't be so easily cooled off just from the tone of your voice right now.

“why do you care about some..kid!” he blurted out, and your eyes widened at the intensity of how he spoke. you attempted to sit up, and with that angel reached out to help, his instinct to care for you not blocked out by his annoyance at your actions.

“what do you mean?” you replied, a pout starting to form on your lips and that sight made angel hitch his breath for a second. anything you did seemed to get a reaction out of him, and that itself made angel added to his frustration with your effect on him.

“you're here hospitalized, and you're worrying about this kid who got you here in the first place!?” he said, and with that sentence it made your anger start to rise. “don’t blame the kid, angel! he would've died if i didn't step in,” you remarked back, and before you could continue a coughing fit erupted from your throat, and angel’s eyes widened as he rushed to hover a hand over your back, mindful of your injuries, and grabbed a tissue for you as some blood spurted out on the pristine bedsheets.

when you were done, angel backed off, still visibly frustrated and that made your own rage inflame more. “see- you can’t even speak without the repercussions of your action.” he spat out, an inner voice he usually hears agreeing with him had came out and instead started to point out how your lips were downturned and your eyes were glossy.

“angel- why are you here? just to degrade me for being a dumbass in your eyes?” the volume of your raising voice had dropped, and angel could feel a lump in his throat, something he was also unaccustomed to. you always sparked things for him that he never knew he could experience, and this feeling you gave him now is one he has finally learned to name. heartbreak,

“no!-”

“i get it angel, i just thought that after all this time you wouldn't see me as just a nuisance.”

and that snapped the thread of the rope angel had been hanging onto so he wouldn't fall into the depths of confession.

“you're so stupid.” he lets out a breath of a laugh, and before you could interrupt with a rebuttal he speaks again. “it's the opposite.” he states, his warm toned eyes boring into your own as he inched closer. your stunned but perplexed reaction was visible to him, and he found small amusement in your cluelessness. although more so faux annoyance at the fact he has to explain further.

no one told him how hard opening up to someone was, but he’s glad its a little easier to do so due to the fact it's you he is speaking to.

a moment of silence beat past as his words sunk into the atmosphere, and then he spoke once more. “you..you mean a lot to me,” he said, watching how your expression practically melted into one he didn't ever remember seeing. it was soft, your eyes seemingly drooping as a certain glow shined on your irises and your lips parted.

“actually, to put it plainly, i just don't like you in a friendly way.” he blurted out, and for the first time he felt his cheeks become warm and he knew that this was what people called blushing.

“w-what are you saying?” your voice whispered, and he hesitantly reached out his hand to your jaw, gloved finger tracing the skin as his eyes stayed trained on your lips. “what do you think i meant.” he said with a curt tone, although there was an underlying teasing sense to it. a small smile itched to spread across his own face as he then darted his gaze back to your eyes.

you gulp, and he traces his finger up and down your jaw before pulling his touch away. and with that you felt yourself unintentionally drifting to where his hand was.

“romantically,” he then said your name, emphasizing his point with a deadpan expression but you could see a small smile slowly forming on his full lips. “i like you like how the people do in the shitty movies you like to watch.” he remarks, and that releases a small laugh from you, albeit it being a bit harder to let out from the pain of the injuries that still linger. although, at this moment it seems like the pain has lessened with angel’s words.

“yeah? you mean it angel?” this time, the way you spoke was sickening sweet and he could feel your words soak into his mind like honey. and this time, the way you said his name was almost like you were saying it like an endearment term, and he felt goosebumps raise at the thought.

“yeah. i mean it.” he said, and he could tell from how your expression bloomed more into a softer manner, and a giddy smile your healing busted lip grew into, he knew you didn't reject him.

[closetnerd62]

Brotherly Advice

A Lautski + Spankoffski Bros Fic inspired by Writing Prompt #2504 from @promptsforthestrugglingauthor

Summary: after months of watching Pete fail to actually make a move with Steph, Ted refuses to let history repeat itself and offers some brotherly advice

“Bye!” Pete said shyly, holding the door for Steph.

“Bye!” She smiled.

“Bye!” He repeated dreamily.

“You already said that.” She giggled.

“Oh! My bad.” He rubbed his neck sheepishly with a blush.

“See you later Spankoffski!” Steph shook her head with a smile.

“Yea- yeah,” he stuttered as she descended the apartment stairs. “Definitely.”

As he shut the door, Pete pressed his forehead to the door with a groan.

“That. Was painful.” Ted cringed. “You two have been ‘hanging out’ for three months now without making a move. Look, if you ever wanna get with her you have to be smoother than that.”

“I’m not like you Ted,” Pete snapped. “I don’t just want to ‘get with her’ asshole. I really like her. But there’s no way she’d ever actually reciprocate.”

“You’ve gotta play the field pal.” Ted said, slapping Pete on the back. “Go find another girl and take her home with you. Then little Lauter here will get all jealous and when you play hard to get, she’ll be on her knees practically begging for you.”

“No-NO! She’s not like that,” Pete interjected defensively. “Sure, she acts like she doesn’t care but she can be so incredibly passionate and she makes me feel like I’m worth something for once! I know you wouldn’t understand but I would be willing to suffer if it meant that she got to be happy!”

Ted was hit with a wave of recognition. He was amazed. He himself had only ever experienced a feeling that strong once, for one girl… Jenny.

“Holy shit.” Ted softened. “Pete, are you in love with this girl?”

“What? No!” Pete hissed.

“Yes, the fuck you are.” Ted pressed. “I can see it!”

“Then maybe you need to get glasses too, dickhead!”

“Listen to what you just said jackass! You love her!”

“No I don’t!” Pete cried, “I can’t!”

A memory flashed in Ted’s mind. He could see himself in college, laying on his dorm room bed saying the same thing about Jenny.

“I shouldn’t.” Pete continued.

“Maybe.” Ted offered. “Maybe it is the worst thing you could possibly do. But I’m sorry buddy, you do. You love her. And there’s no moving forward until you admit that to yourself.”

The brothers sat in a heavy silence. Ted could see the gears moving in Peter’s head, the calculations being made. A look of defeat slowly crept across his face. Mournful of the bliss of willful ignorance.

“I love her.” Pete breathed, miserably.

“You gotta tell her Pete.” Ted sighed.

“See you don’t understand Ted!” Pete thundered. “I can’t!”

“You have to.”

“No!” Pete insisted. “It feels safer to love her from a distance.” His face twisted as if he was trying to work up the ability to face his worst fear. “I can’t lose her if she doesn’t know.”

He looked exhausted. As if the mere thought of her not being in his life had drained him. Ted stared at him, as if looking in a mirror to his past self. Spankoffski’s had a knack for making history repeat itself, but Ted refused to let that happen this time. This time he had been given the chance to go back and save his brother from everything he had done wrong.

“I’ve made that mistake before.” Ted admitted. “Don’t do it.” This was the most sincere that Peter had ever heard his brother speak. “Anyone worth loving should know the truth.”

Pete nodded.

“I’ve gotta tell her.” he confessed, rising from the couch and grabbing his coat. “I’ll be back in a bit Ted.”

“Go get her!” Ted called as Pete rushed out the door of their apartment and into the hall, heart pounding against his chest. He barreled down the stairs, tearing through the halls, fueled by intent and need and yearning. He yanked open the door, ready to race to the Lauter house, only to find his mark already at the door, about to press the button to be buzzed in. He stared at her in amazement.

“Oh Pete! I was just about to call up, I accidentally took your calculator with me.” Steph’s face was pink from the outside cold. Peter stared, soaking up everything that was the girl before him.

“Pete?” she repeated.

“I have something I need to tell you.” He said breathlessly.

“Okay?” she prompted, intrigued.

“I- um…” He stuttered. “Uh… we’ve been hanging out for so long and well… after everything we’ve been through together, I just- I-”

“Take your time.” Steph encouraged, placing a supportive hand on his arm.

“I think I’m in love with you.” he blurted.

Shock plastered itself across Steph’s face. She blinked, trying to process.

“I’m sorry,” Pete rambled. “I understand if you don’t feel the same way and I don’t expect anything from you, I just thought it’d only be fair to let you know and I understand if you don’t ever want to hangout again or talk or-”

“Pete!” She cut him off. “Don’t you dare fucking apologize.” And with that she grabbed the collar of his button up and pulled him into a kiss.

As Ted glanced through the window he was filled with pride. Even though he knew it was too late to go back and get it right himself, the satisfaction of knowing maybe eventually he could, if he could only be more like his kid brother, gave him a new hope. He meandered his way over to the phone in the kitchen, dialed a number, and listened as someone picked up on the other end.

“Hey Char,” He murmured, “I need to tell you something.”

[babygirl-diaz]

When Blue Eyes Turn Green (Buddie, BuckTommy fanfic)

Thank you @princesseddiediaz for the prompt!

***

It was a regular call with a small fire at an apartment complex. Buck and Eddie went door to door, evacuating the place. Once evacuation finished, the two of them were on crowd control duty, ensuring no one ran back into the building.

And that's when it happened. A man started talking to Eddie. Buck made nothing of it at first, but then he noticed the man's body language. He was standing closer to Eddie than necessary, using every opportunity to reach out and touch him. Buck knew it was only a matter of time before Eddie caught on and countered the man's advances. Because this wasn't uncommon. Someone always flirted with Eddie. And although, like him, Eddie was into both men and women, he only flirted with people he felt an emotional connection with.

However, something unpredictable happened today. Eddie moved closer to the man and touched his arm, which the man was obviously trying to flex.

Buck wasn't sure why, but he saw red when that happened. Before he knew it, he made his way over to Eddie and the other man. He put a hand on Eddie's shoulder and the other around his waist and pulled him back against his chest. Eddie tensed in his arm. The stranger, on his part, looked a little taken aback. Buck towered behind Eddie and tried to use every muscle in his being to make himself appear taller and menacing.

"Who's your friend, Eds?" Buck asked, scowling at the other man.

"This is Jason. He lives in apartment 558," Eddie replied and relaxed a little.

"Well, Mr. 558, maybe keep your distance from my boyfriend?" Buck told Mr. 558, who just frowned in return.

Eddie turned his head towards Buck and growled in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

"My bad, man, I didn't know Eddie was taken," Mr. 558 put his hands up in surrender and backed away.

"Well, now you know," Buck replied and let go of Eddie. He instead took his hand and drew him away from Mr. 558.

"What the hell was that?" Eddie asked, pulling his hand away.

"I was doing you a favor," Buck replied.

"A favor?" Eddie scoffed. "By what? Chasing away someone I might have an interest in?"

Buck frowned at that and felt his jealousy grow even more. "You were interested in Mr. 558?"

"His name is Jason and yes, I am," Eddie replied and stepped closer to Buck and put a finger in his face. "Buck, you have a boyfriend. You gotta stop being so damn possessive of me. It's weird, man." With that, he pulled back and walked away, leaving Buck dumbfounded.

***

"And then he said that it was weird that I was possessive of him!" Buck told Tommy as he aggressively cut up the vegetables for the soup they were cooking together. "Can you believe that?"

Tommy stopped stirring the pot and raised an eyebrow at him. "Oh, I sure can."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Buck asked, frowning at his boyfriend.

"You are possessive of him," Tommy told him.

"No, I am not!" Buck huffed. "You are my boyfriend, not Eddie."

"I know that, but do you?" Tommy asked. He sounded more amused than pissed off.

"What are you talking about?" Buck asked.

"Need I remind you of the basketball incident?"

"I thought we already established that I was trying to get your attention during the basketball game," Buck replied.

"Did we establish that? Or did we just sweep that under the rug?" Tommy turned off the stove and came over to Buck. He wrapped his arms around Buck's waist and pulled him close. "Baby, it's okay, I understand why you're possessive of Eddie."

"I'm not-"

"Before you say you're not, just hear me out. He's your best friend but you are also in love with him-"

"WHAT?! WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GET THAT FROM?" Buck yelled, pulling away from Tommy.

"Glad we're being mature about this, baby," Tommy said sarcastically. "Look I don't blame you for loving him. He's this amazing guy who loves unconditionally and you want that." He paused for a second before saying, "I want that too."

Buck's eyebrows shot up. "What?"

"I get why you're possessive over Eddie. If I was there when Mr. 558 flirted with him, I would have broken Mr. 558's jaw," Tommy replied.

Buck gulped. "That's exactly what I wanted to do," he admitted. "What- what does this mean?"

"It means, we're both kinda heads over heels over this beautiful man," Tommy replied. "And maybe... We should ask him to date us."

"Seriously?" Buck asked excitedly.

"Seriously," Tommy replied.

Buck threw his arms around Tommy's neck and pulled him in for a kiss. "You are literally the best boyfriend anyone could ask for."

"Do you think Eddie will want to join us?" Tommy asked.

"Well, we can ask him to find out," Buck replied and kissed his boyfriend again.

[sitp-recs]

HP Rec Fest, Day 12

Today’s prompt challenges me once again as I never rarely start fics before they’re completed. By the Grace was the last WIP I followed since the beginning so it’s been a few years, but I’m always willing to make an exception for 25 Days of Drarry and @hprecfest gave me some extra motivation to find another advent fic to follow. This time I don’t have rare pair WIPs to share so I’m reccing two Drarry WIPs, one fairly recent and the other a 2020 fic I’ve been obsessed with ever since day one. Thrilled to be reccing two of my favourite authors here, cannot praise these two gems enough:

Day 12) A WIP you're following:

A Christmas Miracle by @sleepstxtic (E)

Draco is a world-renowned Magi-Diagnostician and Harry is a Cursebreaking Healer, both working in St. Mungo's. They're not-quite-friends, not-quite-lovers, who argue at work and have sex on the weekends. And they're both fine with it, thank you very much. But when a mysterious attack in the hospital leaves Draco trapped in a coma, Harry must do all he can to save him. All the while, an inexplicable, deadly, children's illness is spreading through wizarding London. Oh, and there's some Time Magic thrown into the mix.

just look at that summary! this fic was made for me and after reading the first few paragraphs (such a delightful opening scene!) I knew I’d be breaking my no wip rule and I regret nothing. that, and I also happen to be a slut for work colleagues slash fuck buddies, and Kat delivers in spades as per 😌 this fic is a mix of my fave things like competent Healer!Draco, time travel magic (!!!), case fic, delicious banter between this insufferable Draco and charming Harry. I’m having so much fun and can’t wait to see where this is going!

In The Dark by @bixgirl1 (E)

In the aftermath of an apocalypse, Harry receives an order to find and bring Draco Malfoy nearly a thousand miles, to the tenuous safety of Hogwarts. But more than distance separates them from their goal. The world has fallen, and death is hungry.

I cannot begin to describe how obsessed I am with this wip. even if it never gets finished it will have been so so worth it because this right here is one of the most vivid, creative and impressive world buildings I’ve ever seen. the urgent and dangerous atmosphere is superb and I love love love how Harry and Draco find solace in each other while facing a grim and terrifying inferi apocalypse. brilliant storytelling and delicious slow burn with creative magic, tender romance and heart stopping fight-or-flight sequences. a masterpiece!

[irondad-defensesquad]

Safe place

Also posted on AO3!

A/N: this was based on one of @fotibrit's great Irondad prompts! Here's the original. I'm very nervous because I didn't write it exactly how it was supposed to be, so I'm sorry if it's too short dhsgfjdg

TRIGGER WARNINGS - panic attack, past child abuse, and trauma

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Everyone has a safe place. For Tony, it’s the machines, the insides of iron and the engines, oil his favorite smell. It might sound gross and strange to other people, but that’s been the reality since his younger years. An even safer place for him is when he’s under a car, where he can hide from the world.

Or most specifically, from his father.

Teenage Tony Stark once ran away from home, resulting in Howard cutting him off financially to force him to come back. Those were dire times, ones nobody is aware of, not even Rhodey, his best friend. To the media then, unheard of. No one has ever known the truth about Howard Stark, though honestly, Tony doubts it would even taint his reputation.

Either way, Tony has a safe place in his machines, and it’s not one he really shares with anyone. People admire it from a distance, not quite understanding his obsession with it.

But everything changes when a certain spider-kid starts seeing him in his workshop.

Besides updating and fixing Peter’s suit, they also spend some of it going through Tony’s cars. While Tony is under the car, Peter hands him the necessary tools. It's the opposite of Tony’s teenage years. Howard would never let his son anywhere near him or his own workshop, no matter how hard Tony tried to prove to him he was worth it.

The workshop is not only Tony’s safe place. It’s also Peter’s. He sees the spark in the kid’s eyes when they’re building and rebuilding something.

When Tony realizes it, he’s willing to do something he never imagined.

“How about you try?” He suggests, leaving the car.

Peter raises an eyebrow. “Try what?”

The man points at the car, ready to be repaired again.

“... Oh. Uh…”

Peter nervously kneels down to check under the car.

“What do you say?” Tony smiles.

“I…” the kid returns to his feet. “I dunno, Mr. Stark. What if I- I break something?”

Tony scoffs. “Come on, don’t be shy.”

“No, really, I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re not going to mess it up.” He pats Peter’s shoulder. “I trust you.”

Peter seems to be awestruck by said words.

“But hey, if you’re not up to it, I’m not gonna force you,” Tony reassures him.

So, he returns down there while Peter sits next to him, waiting for instructions. The thing is… Peter has grown rather quiet. He usually goes on about his day while Tony works – which is not at all distracting, Tony doesn’t mind it. He just wonders why the kid isn’t talking much.

When he checks up on Peter, he finds him very… contemplative, like he’s trying to figure out what to do next.

“Pete? You good?” Tony asks.

“Oh, um…”

The older man gazes at him, wondering what’s up.

“Actually…” Peter clears his throat. “Can I try it now?”

Tony grins. “Sure, buddy.”

Although he wasn’t necessarily disappointed when Peter first rejected it, it does bring him some joy to be sharing his safe place with someone he likes spending time with.

“You know what to do, yeah?” Tony asks as the kid goes under the car this time.

“Y… Yeah.”

“Here,” Tony hands him the screwdriver.

Except…

Peter doesn’t take it.

“Peter?”

“Oh- sorry, sorry.”

“Are you okay?”

“Mmm, yeah, totally.”

However, as Peter takes the tool, Tony notices his hand is… trembling. And he doesn’t even use the screwdriver – he just plays with it nervously, then holding onto it tightly. Tony checks down there, realizing that Peter seems to think the car is going to crush him at any moment as he’s as stiff and hardened as a rock.

“Peter, you don’t have to–” Tony tries, only to be interrupted.

“I’m fine, Mr. Stark, I just–”

The kid gulps.

“I just- I can’t–” Peter heaves. “I can’t breathe–”

Shit.

Tony pulls him back, only for the teen to instantly stand and run away.

“Peter, wait!” The former tries to reach out to him.

Peter stops and snaps, “I can’t BREATHE in there!”

“You don’t have to go back there, I promise. It’s okay.”

The boy’s brown eyes are glowing. But it’s not that spark that Tony sees when they’re having fun.

“You’re safe, Pete,” Tony tells him. “You’re safe.”

Peter sobs. “I-I’m sorry.”

“Hey, shhh…”

“I’m sorry, you trusted me, I didn’t want to let you down–”

“You didn’t, it’s okay.”

Peter starts crying more properly, like Tony’s reassurances are making him let out whatever is repressed inside him. He hugs himself, hiding from Tony, tears falling on the floor.

“Oh, Peter,” the latter wants to cry, too. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to push you.”

“N-No, you don’t get it, I- I was–”

Tony takes one tentative step forward, respecting the boy’s space.

“I was stuck,” Peter says. “I was stuck and I couldn’t breathe and- and it was so dark and suffocating”– he weeps –“I couldn’t get out, no one could hear me–”

Tony is surprised to hear this. It’s like… he has experienced something as awful as this before. But apparently much, much worse.

“I’m here,” he reminds Peter. “I’m here, I can hear you. You can breathe now. You just gotta follow my lead, okay?”

Finally, Peter looks up, eyes and cheeks red.

Tony is gradually stepping closer.

“With me, in… and out…” He exaggerates deep breaths. It’s something Rhodey usually does to help him, and he hopes it does the same for Peter. “In… and out.”

Peter’s breaths are shaky and wet, but he follows Tony’s instructions perfectly. The calmer they are, the closer Tony is.

“You’re doing great, kid,” the man praises. “Keep it going.”

Peter nods and continues. He does it a couple more times before an exasperated sigh comes out of him. Tony is close enough now, wanting to take Peter’s shaking hands into his. He does it slowly so he doesn’t scare him off.

That leads Peter to bury his face against his shoulder. Tony freezes, but not at the contact. It’s the way the kid shrinks like he’s expecting to get yelled at.

This whole thing, Tony sees a teenager that just wanted his father’s approval. That wanted to do everything to prove to him he was good enough.

But Peter… Peter is so much more than just good enough.

The truth is, he’s…

He’s Tony’s safe place.

And he wants to be Peter’s, too.

It should matter more than the machines and cars and an old mechanic shop no one has ever heard of. They are each other’s home.

Finally, Tony wraps both arms around him, as the boy cries silently. Peter doesn’t have the strength to return the hug for now, he just lets himself be hugged because he’s needed this all along.

Eventually, they leave the workshop. They get something to eat, and they just make themselves comfortable. Peter doesn’t need to tell Tony everything today. He knows something is up, but he’s not going to force the boy to do anything else.

All he does… is to be by Peter’s side.

He makes sure he’s safe.

Tony won’t let his kid struggle on his own ever again.

He’ll be here.

Forever and always.

[emsprovisions]

First and/or second prompt for gm ;)

Athena you're so real for this hehehe. the first one immediately formed a scene in my mind so I will go with that one! :)

Oblivious idiots in love Prompts

when they're forced to share a bed, one is freaking out, heart quivering, while the other is half asleep with their mouth wide open

Gus quickly realized that Matt's house didn't have as many rules as his house.

It's not that he wasn't necessarily allowed to share a bed with his friends at sleepovers. It's just that he had a small single bed, and his dad wanted to ensure any friends who spent the night were comfortable. And, okay, really, he wasn't allowed to share a bed with his friends at sleepovers.

For most of the years he had been sleepover-eligible, his only sleepover buddy was Willow. And while Perry Porter was a smart enough man to know Willow was a sisterly figure to his son, he still put his foot down on this matter. His foot remained firm when Matt Tholomule entered the sleepover pool. Matt always slept on the cot they had when he slept over at Gus's house. Gus would set it up in the center of his room–beside his bed–well before Matt arrived and dress it up nice and comfortably for his friend, hoping this cot would provide the best sleep ever. Matt never complained or questioned it, so Gus thought this was simply normal.

So when he arrived at Matt's house, a backpack slung over his shoulder with all his needs for an overnight stay, the first question he had when they got to Matt's room was: "Where am I supposed to sleep?" Matt stared at him, a confused eyebrow raised at the question. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," Gus gulped. "There's no cot?"

"Oh," Matt laughed, suddenly realizing what was the matter. "I don't have one."

Gus was sort of taken aback. Even Willow always had cots setup for their sleepovers. At Camila's house, he slept on the couch in the basement while Hunter slept on a sleeping bag on the floor.

"Am I sleeping on the floor then?" Gus asked, still confused about the sleeping arrangement.

"No, dummy. You can just sleep in my bed."

"With you???" Gus's eyes nearly popped out of his head.

"What's so wrong with that? My sheets are clean and I don't have boo-ties." Matt crossed his arms and smirked at Gus, whose cheeks felt warm.

"I-I don't–"

"Come on, Porter." Matt sat down on his bed and patted the mattress beside him. "We're not even going to sleep for hours, it'll be fine!"

...

When they did finally crawl into Matt's single bed–so many hours later that they may as well have just waited up for the sun–Gus's heart pounded in his chest as he lay beside Matt. He stared at the already half asleep witch beside him. His mouth hung open and his eyes were opening and closing in such a slow manner that Gus had to stifle a giggle. Moonlight streamed in through Matt's windows, casting a soft glow over his face and although he looked silly, he also looked peaceful.

Gus's heart continued to pound in his chest and worries chased around in his head. He was scared his dad would ask a question that would reveal he broke his dad's rules. He was more thrilled by the proximity of the witch that lay nearly-sleeping beside him.

"Matty?"

"Wassit Ughstus?"

A breathy laugh escaped Gus's lips. "Nothing. Goodnight."

"Gight." This response was immediately followed by the evening out of Matt's breathing and very soft snores. Gus watched him a while longer. His chest rose and fell with every soft breath. He was a peaceful sleeper. Gus chewed on his bottom lip. Matt was cuter than Gus thought he should've been. He sort of hated how cute he thought Matt was. He rolled over suddenly and shut his eyes tight, scooting to the edge of the bed to try and put as much distance between himself and Matt as possible.

Somehow, they woke up even closer than before.

[mamirhodessxox]

Scraped prompts from some of my Stories!!

Hey They Delilah, His Strange Addiction & I hate you more1

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I hate you more

“Are we seriously smuggling food into a movie theater? Isn’t that like Illegal?” “Didn’t you literally commit murder & arson within the same week?” “Shutup Cody that’s different.” -Sasha & Cody

“The next time I see Cody I’m gonna do it! I’ll ask him to be my boyfriend!” “Hey Sasha.” “Cody! Will you be my- my- be my- Bed buddy partner!”-Sasha & Cody

“I’m so happy I could stab someone!” “Alright let’s take the knife away from you yeah?”-Marianna & Randy

“I’ll going to grab you by the balls & rip them off if you touch my fucking leftovers again.” “Not the first time you’ve grabbed my balls.”-Sasha & Cody

“No yeah because literally stuffing me in a fucking closet while my house sounds like a battlefield in Gettysburg totally benefits me”-Barbra

“Guys stop fighting! Just make out or something already this sexual tensions getting on my nerves.”-Marianna

“I mean I can see how that benefits you sure but how does you killing one of my buyers during a deal for fun benefit me exactly?”-Cody

“I swear to god Seth if you leave the toilet lid up one more time I’m gonna castrate you.” “That might’ve been me…”-Sasha & Cody

“The next person to walk in this office is getting shot in the cranium.” “Hiii!! It’s so good to see you!” “ohh my god!! Marianna heyyy..!”-Randy & Marianna

“Right cool so next time you bring up having sex with my sister PLEASE CHECK YOUR FUCKING SURROUNDINGS FIRST.”-Seth

“What if we just stuff him in a shipping container and ship him off to china or something?” “IS THAT NOT HUMAN TRAFFICKING?”-Cody & Sasha

“Hey Cody? I just started my period can you go to the store and buy me tampons?” “Yeah sure what size is your pussy?” “Nevermind.”-Sasha & Cody

“I hope everyone goes to bed early so I can set this fucking house on fire.” “Hey guy’s i think we should evacuate like right now.”-Sasha & Seth

“Your grounded!” “BUT MOMMM I ONLY STABBED LIKE 10 OF THEM!!”-Barbra & Sasha

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His strange addiction

“Can you please get out of my kitchen while I’m cooking it’s stressing me out.” “Oh you mean the kitchen I pay the bills for? Yeah sure.”-Milena & Cody

“You look sooo…beautiful.” “Cody you seducing me right now is only going to make me more pissed off.”-Milena & Cody

“So..Can i ask how you did..that?” “He was being cocky at a gym and ripped his tit doing things he shouldn’t be doing without a warmup.” “Not exactly how I’d describe it but alright.”-Milena & Cody at the doctors office

“Nobody wants to smell your stench Bianca. Please stand at least 10 ft away from me because social distancing won’t save me from whatever airborne diseases you carry.”-Seth @ Bianca

“Are you sure you want me to take your picture because last time I did you threw it at my head & screamed russian at me.” “It was spanish don’t be dramatic.”-Jey & Milena

“How about we talk about the time you slept with Bianca?” “Worst mistake of my life.”-Milena & Cody

“Yeah no next time your horny I’ll cock block you & give YOU your own taste of medicine on what having blue balls feels like.” “I don’t have balls I have a vagina..?” “Fuck.”-Cody & Milena

“¿CON QUIÉN COÑO ESTÁS HABLANDO??” “UHHH CHICKEN QUESADILLAS & A BAJA BLAST!?”-Milena & Jey

“For someone who used to call himself Dashing Cody Rhodes your not really dashing, your kind of a dick.”-Seth

“You guys make me want to jump off a flying airplane.” “That’s pretty dangerous you probably shouldn’t.”-Milena & Jey

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Hey There Delilah

“Are you sure I can trust you with a knife because last time I gave you one you threw it at Cody.” “He was annoying me what do you expect?”-Delilah & Mirabella

“Who the fuck came in here with a rancid smelling pussy??” *Nikki walks in* “There’s your answer.”-Mira & Randy

“YOUR BOOBS ARE SO FUCKING FAKE MIRA LEAVE ME ALONE!” “Erm actually they’re not I inspected them myself.”-Nikki & Randy

“Dirty talk me.” “The dishes in the sink are unwashed, trash is polluting our earth..”-Cody & Lilah

“So are you like…? Horny?” “No but I can be.”-Mira & Randy

“You can’t bring me down I’m on a high right now! And the D is FIREEEE” “Mira stop quoting gypsy rose you do not know what the “D” even feels like”-Mirabella & Cody

“If you ever give Delilah a pregnancy scare again I’ll cut your balls off” “Good to know she’s not pregnant…?”-Mirabella & Cody

“Guys what’s that stain on the couch?” “My bad bro me & Mira got bored.” “Oh..”-Seth & Randy

“Coddyyy!!! Look at me!! Aren’t I so cute!!” “DELILAH I’M SCARED THERES A SKIN-WALKER IN MY DRESSING ROOM!”-Nikki & Cody

“Cody c’mon you deserve a REAL woman.” “I guess i don’t have the female anatomy anymore to prove that I’m in-fact a real woman.”-Nikki & Delilah

“SHUT UP SHUT THE FUCK UP OR I SWEAR TO GOD I’LL STRANGLE ALL OF YOU IN YOUR SLEEP.” “Someone get a pregnancy test for Delilah please.”-Delilah & Seth

“Last time we went to target you bought a baby crib.” “So?! I WANT THE FUCKING CRIB!” “Babe YOUR NOT PREGNANT!?”-Delilah & Cody

“I’m pregnanttt!!” “We knew when you started shouting at Cody over how you saw a worm die today.”-Delilah & Mirabella

“Are there nuts in that banana bread” “No just chocolate chi-“ “Cody loves nuts. Including mine.”-Cody, Delilah & Randy

“I can’t eat nuts i’ll have an allergic reaction” “That’s not what you told me last night.”-Mira & Randy

“I look so mysterious & spooky!!” “Your drunk & wearing Cody’s wedding suit go lay down.”-Delilah & Mira

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Dead Witches Wish

“Just an FYI tall dark & horny 12 o’clock” “STOP MAKING FUCKING JOKES WHILE A DEMON IS ABOUT TO KILL US SETH I’M LITERALLY ABOUT TO RIP YOUR THROAT OUT RIGHT NOW.”-Renna & Seth

“So you’re a vampire?? Do you like turn into a bat & say bleh bleh bleh??” “No…I do not say Bleh Bleh Bleh. I’m a grown man.” “You cried over the last episode of My Little Pony shut the fuck up.”-Evara, Cody & Randy

“So is anybody going to address the elephant in the room.” “Guys why the fuck is there a dead man standing in my room right now?” “Oh thats greg, anyways what about the devi-“-Seth & Renna

“Is it a bad time to say I’m really horny right now?” “Randy your always horny.”-Renna & Randy

“So…Dinner?” “After you tried drinking my blood? No thanks Count Dracula I’m good.”-Cody & Evara

“Can someone explain to me why there’s a cult in all black cloaks humming in our backyard?” “Oh seth found a new hobby.” “Being a cult leader?” “Yeah the people here are easily manipulated.”-Renna & Cody

“Are you sure you want me to do this spell with you? Because the last time we did this and messed it up almost you stood by the end of my bed at 3:33 AM mumbling reserved latin.” “Your being over dramatic.” “You summoned the fucking devil into my closet?” “Calm down that’s a stretch” “HE’S STANDING RIGHT THERE WHAT DO YOU MEAN??”-Seth & Evara

“So are we just not going to talk about the fact we literally spawned into the 7th layer of hell??” “Shut-up your going to wake it.” “WAKE WHAT EVE??”-Evara & Renna

“I love you by the way.” “Dude! That is AWESOME SAUCE!”-Seth & Becky

“Someone tell eve to come out of her room she’s been making love spells and sulking because she thinks Cody doesn’t love her back.” “I literally told her to stop turning people who slightly disagree with her into frogs.”-Randy & Cody

“Hey guys just wanna let you know that I would not recommend to go into the base-“ “WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!?”-Randy & Seth

“How would you describe me?” “Well you look a little emo so I’m gonna say you give like Panic At the Disco vibes hut specifically their song New Perspective.” “Oh.”-Cody & Evara

“I think I’m in love with you..” “Cody out of all of the times to confess this you confess it as we’re hiding from a fucking demon.”-Cody & Evara

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[trudemaethien]

Ship: Fives/Boil

Words: Convict, scholar, dog

have fun making it weird <3

‘kay so the spirit of the prompts is there, promise. if you squint as hard as Dogma. also idk about making it weird but i hope i hit hot? 😘

Everyone knows what the red triangles mean, but it’s not so easy to quantify. During off-hours, commanders shut down their good-idea-fairies, break up any groups made up entirely of them, monitor them for contraband—but it’s not that they are troublemakers or criminals, not exactly.

They also tend to be more highly decorated, have better chances of making it through the chaos of a battle, be more willing to take chances, and more open to taking a shiny under their pauldron.

But it’s not done to inquire into what exactly happened or ask why a trooper’s paint includes one. It might not even be an event. Hardcase, who bore none himself, had taken one look at shiny CT-6922 and gotten out a red brush for him, way before he’d gotten boots on the ground. No one understands quite why, yet, but Hardcase’s faith is unflinching.

It can even be a bit of an unspoken connection between brothers who’ve never seen each other before, which is what is happening now.

The goldie tips his red-arrow and dark-ship-diagram festooned helmet in interest toward Fives across the landing deck, and Fives tilts his own in a return of the sentiment. They’ll almost certainly run into each other again tonight, despite the thronging mass of two battalions worth of troopers on deck.

Fives grins and heads to the barracks to in-process. He’s getting out of this armor and into civvies. Not to make it too hard for the other guy to find him, but—yeah, a little bit.

If the other guy is a red arrow, he’ll enjoy the hunt.

<><>

A heavy hand claps down on his shoulder and a brother with what has to be a dare-shave leans down into his space. Fives does his best not to inhale the shandy he’d been swallowing as he turns to greet the newcomer.

…who doesn’t lean back very far. Their faces are much less than polite speaking distance apart.

“Hel-lo,” Fives says, because flirting is his go-to.

“You’re a hard man to find,” the brother says with wry good humor. “I’m Boil.”

“Fives.”

“How— are you guys old buddies, or only just now meeting?” Dogma asks, squinting between the two of them.

“Yes,” says Fives at the same time that Boil says “No.”

They both grin delightedly, darting a shot-quick glance aside at one another.

Dogma thins his lips, but drowns his objections in the last slug of his drink. “I’m going to find Tup,” he announces, sliding out of his seat, and to Fives, “Do not light anything on fire while I’m not with you.”

Good man. He’s growing into it, little by little.

“Fire, huh?” Boil asks.

“Nah, was thinking something a bit hotter than that,” Fives says.

Boil gets his drift. “Oh?” he says leadingly, and leans back in his seat, hooking his elbows over the top of the chair back.

Fives turns and slips his fingers under the raised hem of Boil’s civvie shirt, tracing boldly up from the crest of his hipbone to just beneath his ribs and digging in a little.

Boil’s near hand advances up his arm past his shoulder until his fingers are in Fives hair and his palm lays sure and heated on his nape.

“Your beard is juuust going to touch mine,” Boil points out. His tongue darts out to wet his lips.

“Complaining?” Fives teases.

“Hell no.”

🔻🔒 https://archiveofourown.org/works/51600877

[l-lend]

Hello! I was wondering if I could request The Bad Batch Crosshair x fem!reader and the following needing comfort prompts for Crosshair:

“This is stupid--I’m stupid.”

“I-- please, help.”

“I can’t breathe, I don’t know what to do-- I can’t--“

"Am I really worth it?"

Like Crosshair is struggling with his feelings for the reader and they go on a mission and it goes wrong somehow and reader is trying to help him? I'm alright with lots of angst as long as there's light at the end of the tunnel 😅

Alrighty, I hit 2 out of the 4 quotes, but hopefully you enjoy this. I took a bit of liberty with the kind of mission as well. Anyway, here we go.

Warning(s): angst, descriptions of the ugly side of war and combat

“CT-9904”

The lithe clone glanced to his supervisor. His helmet concealing his boredom only presenting an expressionless gaze.

“Scout ahead and see if you can get eyes on the insurgent camp.”

He wordlessly plucked up his rifle. A bag of supplies already slung along his back.

“Take the medic with you. We'll fall back to your over watch position once we're done.”

The sniper never slowed his strides, but the footsteps trailing behind him was all the reassurance he needed. The usual stations for the squad during deployment. So much so that the medic was deemed his unofficial battle buddy during those long stretches of staring down a scope. Two of her strides equated to one of his. This proved to be bothersome during longer hikes, yet the medic adjusted her pace.

“Head still bothering you?” She asked once the pair were out of earshot.

The sniper gave a grunt.

“I know your eyes bother you some times. I can keep watch if you needed some down time.”

No response.

They traversed the terrain in near silence. The crunch of foliage underfoot being the only reassurance that the medic did not fall behind.

“Not much further.” The clone trooper announced through the modulator of his helmet.

The over watch position was mostly shrouded in shrubs and brush. The trooper dumped his bag on the forest floor to take up his prone post. The medic remained near the tree line and began setting up her casualty collection point in case troopers returned with any injuries.

She huffed a sigh as she doffed her TK helmet. The armor doing nothing but trap the heat and sweat to her form. The label within the helmet's brim listing her designation, TK - 0410, doing its worst at rubbing against her skin. Thankfully not yet breaking the skin.

Her gaze fell to the sniper.

“9904?”

Her only answer was the adjusting of his rifle.

“I'm..kinda glad you got assigned to us again.”

“Your squad mates not giving you enough to do?”

“Oh no, nothing like that. I just...it's nice to see that you were okay after your last mission.”

A huffed whispered past the sniper's lips. A hollow pang gripped his chest. A sensation that was a familiar prick to remind him that a mission had not claimed him just yet. Their comm links squawked to life.

“Alpha in position.” One team leader stated.

A smile tugged at her lips.

“Show time.” She murmured, flipping open her pack to keep her bacta patches within reach.

“Copy.” The sniper replied, lowering his range finder.

“Bravo moving.” stated another TK's voice over comms.

The pair on over watch waited in silence until the first explosion sounded. Smoke billowed up from the foliage giving away the teams' positions. Another rumble sounded in the distance.

Their comms roared with garbled traffic. Both team leaders seemingly stepping on and scrambling over each other. All information slurring together to fuse into one message: help.

“9904, 0410, switch to alternate channel.” barked the squad leader.

The medic's features creased. Why of all the times of radio silence why was it now appropriate to switch channels now. Her fingers fussed with internal knob in your helmet soon finding the frequency.

“0410 checking in.”

“9904 checking in.”

“Continue mission and push into the insurgent camp. Alpha and bravo will continue with the feint.”

Her heart dropped into her stomach. These were your comrades. You trained most if not all of them in first aid. Something that would not do any good if they were now gnashed meat in the forest.

She snatched up her bag and made a path for the smoke pillar. Something held her back after only a couple of steps.

“Let go.”

“This isn't your part to play,” He drawled, “We're finishing the mission.”

She jerked her arm free, “Fuck the mission those troopers need help.”

The glare you leveled at him could have easily melted durasteel. In that brief connection, something within the sniper snapped as his hand returned limply to his side.

“You care for them.”

“You damn right I do.”

No words uttered after that. The comms static maintaining a steady hum. Her gaze set in a hard line. That same gaze he had seen before but in different faces. He sighed.

“Be quick then we're back on mission.”

It was a small miracle she did not lose her footing as the pair descended into the fray. The stench of burning plastoid and bio brought bile rising from her stomach the closer they trekked to the smoke pillar. A groan from the shrubs announced her first patient.

“I - -please, help.”

Muscle memory from hours of training allowed her mind to wander. The faint hint of bacta hit the air, however once the patch was smoothed on, the trooper was still. The medic's brain and fingers scrambling.

“No, no, no. Come on.” She prayed, gloves stained crimson with each attempt at getting a pulse.

The sniper studied her. A weight sitting heavy in his chest as her efforts grew more futile.

“He's gone.”

“No he's not. I can still save 'im.”

A rough modulated exhale eased from his throat as his facade cracked. He flicked over the previous channel. Static reigned.

The medic's hands stilled; Her breaths coming out in haggard rasps. A vice in her chest tightening.

“I can't breathe,” Her visor locked on her stained hands, “I don't know what to do- - I can't - -”

His movements were swift. Helmet met the ground with a dull thud. His slender digits hooking under the lip of her own helmet. Their eyes met. His tone measured.

“We're moving out. Now.”

The medic straightened up as soon as his fingers retreated. She attempted to read his expression, but he was quick to shroud himself in his helmet once more.

The silence that was once welcomed between them now made the sniper's skin prickle and itch. This had to be part of the plan. Then, why was it a surprise to the team leaders? They were panicked. Was this what Commander Cody meant about living with decisions?

The pair picked up their pace heading deeper into the foliage.

“9904,” She spoke up, “We're...not going towards the objective?”

“Crosshair.”

“Wha-”

“My name,” He replied without turning back.

The corners of her mouth curled.

“Well, where are we heading, Crosshair?”

“Anywhere but here unless you want to join the fodder.”

His arm abruptly shot out capturing her as he inched them behind a large tree. His gaze trained on the edge of a clearing. A tense eternity stretched as they remained hidden. His fingers wrapped around her wrist. It may have been a nervous tic or perhaps a mute signal, but his trigger finger ghosted along her wrist. The digit gracing her pulse.

“Stay close.”

[onboardsorasora]

https://www.tumblr.com/onboardsorasora/746938786304425984/those-bowling-vidspics-reminded-me-that-sugar

This was so good!!!

What if Daniel takes them dirt biking in Perth because that’s what he likes and the team is just like “we might not always have both feet on the ground but we do like to have 4 wheels”

For the first time, Daniel’s the one pulling out the crazy moves while everyone else is taking it easy

sorry this took so long Bestie, I loved this idea and wanted to give it its own chapter feel

Bowling |Australia | Helmet | Other prompts

Daniel grinned at the dubious faces around him. For once feeling like he knew what was going on. After the surfing excursion in Melbourne, he’d suggested offhandedly that they go to his family’s ranch in Perth to go off roading. Lewis had been down immediately and Bono had been intrigued.

It hadn’t taken much to put together and he may have thrown Lewis' and Mercedes’ name around to get a quick turnaround but it was worth it when Michelle had sent the video of all the bikes and atvs being unloaded in the bush beyond his Mum’s garden.

He’s been nervous on the flight over, especially with how glum everyone was after the double dnf. But felt a sense of calm the moment they touched down in Perth. It had taken three buses (Mercedes of course) to shuttle them all to Duncraig and it for sure had garnered a small smattering of attention from their neighbours, but the section of the ranch they were at was secluded and away from everyone.

Everyone had taken the travel day to settle into Daniel’s unused farmhouse on the edge of the property. It was a tight fit but fun in the way a family vacation felt. Grace, Joe and his Nonna had been excited to cook for everyone and they chatted away with Lewis, Toto, George and Bono while Daniel wandered off to look at the vehicles. 

He’d wheeled his own bike out of the shed, which caught a few of the mechanics’ attention and that's how he’d inadvertently started a group tuning session. Working on something other than an f1 car while shooting the shit had seemed to be exactly what the doctor ordered. And the family meal afterwards was the cherry on top.

That was yesterday, today he grinned gleefully as everyone took in the ‘course’. He was proud of his little masterpiece, building the jumps himself with a few of his buddies over the course of three years. Before he headed to Europe and met up with Charles and subsequently Lewis.

“Lewis, George you are not allowed to do the hard course. Stick to the road course please.” Toto piped up, eyeing one of the larger jumps in the distance. This caused a round of snorting laughter.

“So! How about a track ride?” Daniel grinned and Lewis hopped on his chosen bike eagerly. Some of the mechs were definitely more hesitant, choosing the atvs– preferring four wheels to the death trap of two.

“Uncle Daniel!” A small voice yelled, Isabella ran out of the house holding a helmet that was almost as long as she was tall. “Nonna says to wear your helmet!”

“Ah, thanks Bells.” Daniel lifted her onto his hip. “Do you want to do the track ride with us?” He dipped his head and she put his goggles over his curls.

“Can we do the ET jump?” She asked and Daniel cackled an ‘of course’.

“ET jump?” George asked, putting on his own helmet. He chose a bike.

“The big one,” Daniel settled his niece on the seat of his bike and pointed to the jump in the distance everyone seemed hesitant about. “When you jump it, Isaac says it looks like the movie when he’s flying off.”

Lewis laughed and started his bike, he’d only looked at Daniel’s thighs in his shorts a normal amount. But they needed to hurry up before that changed with how amazing they looked clutching the bit of machinery.

“You’re really gonna jump it with her?” Someone piped up from the back.

“Oh, Bells has done this course loads of times. Right Bells?” Daniel looked down and she grinned up at him with a nod. He helped to fasten his helmet on her head and swung his leg over the back of the bike. “Ready?” He asked the team with a manic grin. 

He saw the moment a few of the mechanics realized that he may just be as wild as Lewis was, just for different sports. There was a new appreciation and respect in their eyes.

“Lets gooooo!” Isabella giggled when Daniel revved his back and took off in a wheelie. She giggled the whole way point in different directions. Daniel looked through his mirrors to see the line of off road vehicles behind him and whooped a cheer. He heard Lewis’ laugh beside him before he sped off for the first jump. Lewis landed cleanly on the other side followed by Toto and George. Daniel waited til everyone went (Bella yelling her notes for more speed) before taking the first jump and throwing a small kick for flair.

They did the first run that way, with some people gaining more and more confidence as the lap went on. The big jump was where a lot of people chickened out much to Daniel’s glee. They were all for jumping out of planes and doing all sorts of dangerous shit, but a pile of dirt was where they drew the line.

“I thought about making a pussy path around it but Chelle wouldn’t let me.”

“Uncle Daniel!” Isabella gasped.

“We’ll do a trick if you don’t tell your Nonna!” Daniel bargained quickly, causing snickers.

“The flip one.” 

“You drive a hard bargain miss Bells.” Daniel held his pinky out for her to hook hers to. She did so with a smile. “I guess we’ll show off a little for our friends.” Daniel teased, looping his bike further back for space and speed.

Lewis watched him with a grin, loving how confident and comfortable Daniel was on the back of his bike doing crazy tricks in the dirt. He landed the front flip easily on the other side, using one hand to clutch his niece’s body easily while they inverted. Isabella kept her hands clutched on the handlebars. The movement was smooth as if they really did this often.

Lewis watched Daniel enjoy the team’s cheers with a honking laugh and endeavored to do more things with him that made him light up this way.

[birgittesilverbae]

going so very random here, might be a shitty prompt… Beatrice and JC + run

"Fancy a running buddy?"

Beatrice glances up from tightening the double knot of her shoelace and swallows down a sigh. "Sure," she says, rising easily to her feet. "If you feel like doing shuttles."

"The S&C team has you guys on them too, huh?" 

"We do play the same sport."

"Right, yeah." He bounces up onto his toes. "Wanna put in a couple warm-up laps before we get going?"

"Two," Beatrice confirms, glancing at her watch before smoothly transitioning into an easy jog. JC hurries to catch up and takes position at her side. 

Their footfalls land soft and rhythmic, both well-versed in the art of partnered running. Beatrice turns her focus inwards, monitoring the tension in her neck, her shoulders, her back, concentrating on keeping her jaw loose and her face slack. There's still a hint of a twinge in her right thigh, the deep bruise from a cleat stomp that hasn't quite gone away, but she lets it slip from her mind like so much sand. Focuses instead on the forward swing of her leg, the contact of her toe, the shift of her weight over her stance leg. 

"You this quiet on the pitch?"

She only just has the wherewithal not to stumble, turns her head to find a thoughtful gaze directed back at her.

"Hardly."

"Guess it'd be pretty difficult to run your backline if you were, huh?"

Beatrice hums her response, picks up her pace. He matches easily, legs swallowing up the ground she'd put between them. "Guess it would be," she replies, clipped and distant. She pulls up in front of the bleachers, wipes a hand across her brow.

"Just let me know if I'm talking too much," JC remarks, his breathing a bit ragged already despite the languid pace of their warm-up laps. "I won't take offence to it, I know you can get pretty intense about your training."

She pauses mid-search through her duffle bag and glances up at him. "Oh?"

"Yeah, my girlfriend says you've really been putting her through her paces." Her brows furrow, and he back pedals frantically. "Not that that's a bad thing! She's been enjoying it! And you don't get the captaincy without dedication, right?"

"Your girlfriend?" Beatrice asks distractedly, heading for the pitch with pylons in hand. 

JC trails after her. "Yeah, Ava Silva? She said you two have been–"

"I wasn't aware you two were dating," Beatrice replies coldly. She paces out the distances, drops her pylons, tries desperately to keep her shoulders from climbing towards her ears. "She never mentioned you."

"Oh," JC says, looking a bit deflated. "Well, we are." 

"Congratulations," Beatrice deadpans. She sets her feet on the starting line, darts her eyes over towards JC. "Are you ready?"

"We're already starting?" he squawks, darting towards her side. 

She nods, sinks into the slow burning heat rising in her chest, pulls on it as fuel, as propellant, as impetus. She coils herself, taut as a compressed spring, every line of her vibrating with energy. Her watch joins the quivering fray as her alarm goes off. 

"Three," Beatrice says out of the side of her mouth as she shifts her weight to her right forefoot. "Two." As she cocks her left arm back. "One." As her fuse burns down to nothingness. "Run."