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theroundbartable · 1 month

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Arthur is out with a couple coworkers whom he isn't out to. They keep encouraging him to flirt with random girls, so eventually he does due to peer pressure.

The moment he does, Merlin steps in and rants him into a pulp for harrassing those girls (who happens to be one of Merlin's friends.)

(It's the hackling from the background that ticked Merlin off, Arthur barely said anything.) Arthur's coworkers fight the fight for him but Arthur himself is more than intrigued by Merlin's courage.

After that, Arthur visits the bar more often. But he doesn't get to talk to him because Merlin doesn't like him and ignores him. At some point, Arthur becomes desperate and asks one of his girl friends to assist him to get Merlin to talk to him... By staging that he's harrassing them (they are in on it) and Merlin feels the need to step in... Time and time again until Arthur is kicked out from the bar for life.

When the bartender tells Arthur that he has to leave, Arthur's desperation grows even worse and he begs to be allowed to leave one last message. He writes it on a napkin and tells him to give it to Merlin.

"sorry for being a pratt. You're cute and I didn't know how else to talk to you!

Here is my number: xxxx-xxxx"

Naturally, Merlin thinks it's either a prank or that Arthur handed it to the wrong person, so he texts Arthur pretending to be Elena, the last girl arthur "harrassed". Btw, all Arthur's "victims" somehow ended up befriending Merlin and encouraging Arthur to keep trying because Merlin is single and his only flaw is that he doesn't listen when someone tries to explain to him that it was all a scheme.

Elena (Merlin): you gave me your number, are you serious?! You got kicked out for harrassing me!

Arthur: sorry, Who is this?

Elena (Merlin): this is Elena, the blond girl you attacked?!?! You do that often?!

Arthur: you have a new number? Jesus, Elena, I almost had a heart attack. Do you know if Merlin got my number yet?

Elena (Merlin): ???

Arthur: and why are you texting me like that?! Is he watching? Am I supposed to write something?

Elena (Merlin): I have this number from the napkin the barkeeper gave me

Arthur: That doesn't make sense, Elena. I have your number saved! I've known you since kindergarten! Why would you say that?!

Merlin: So... You MEANT to send it to me? This isn't Elena, btw, this is Merlin. What do you mean, you've known her since Kindergarten?!

Merlin: ...

Merlin: hey, why aren't you answering?!

Arthur: hey

Merlin: what?! The hell?! Why would you give the barkeeper your number to give to me? And why do you know Elena?!

Arthur (Morgana): Hello, this is Arthur's sister, my name is Morgana. My dear brother is currently panicking because he thinks you're cute and he would like to date you. But he chickened out because you actually texted him and that's why I had to take over.

Merlin: yeah... Right

Arthur (Morgana) it's true though. He asked some of his friends to help him get a rise out of you. He's truly pathetic, but he showed me a picture, so I get it. Elena and Mithian are just some of them. You can ask them, too.

Merlin: wait... What?!

Arthur (Arthur): I can't believe she told you that

Merlin: you

Merlin: what

Merlin: is this a prank

Arthur: can't you just reject me already, I'm dying over here.

Merlin: no fucking way.

Merlin: If you're actually some sort of decent person, no way I'm missing out. You're hot

Arthur (Morgana): this is Morgana again. Arthur is panicking again. Saturday 2pm?

Merlin: sounds good to me.

Merlin: I'm flattered... Haha

Arthur (Morgana): you should be. I've never seen him so excited. You're gonna have an easy game.

Arthur (Morgana): okay, I gotta go, he just passed out.

Merlin: oh... Okay. Thank you?!

#bbc merlin #merlin #merthur #merlin bbc #arthur #concept #chaotic #dunno #i kinda thought it was cute

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majestyjun · 1 year

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txt + sex while sick !!

tw. f!reader, flirting, teasing, unprotected sex, fevers, oral (m receiving), nsfw + minors dni !!

a/n. hi hi~ just some flirty n horny txt <3 remember, don’t actually have sex while sick! written on phone + not proofread.

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# yeonjun — when he’s sick

“yeonjun—!“ a small squeak escapes as you hold up the spoon, only for him to lace his fingers through your free hand, a smirk crossing his slightly flushed face. “just one kiss and i’ll take it,” he offers, signature confidence radiating through regardless of his condition, a gentle tug on your hand as he attempts to pull you closer, “even if i feel fine.” and to be fair, he had a point; sitting upright in his bed, back against the headboard, acting as if he hadn’t been sick the whole week. “just one, okay?” you mumble, unable to resist his alluring charm, “don’t wanna get sick.” as soon as you place the spoon in the bowl beside his bed, yeonjun’s locked you into his arms, effortlessly the tease as his hand holds the back of your head, lips meeting in a breathless kiss, your knees weakening with every second.

a thin string of saliva connects your lips as he pulls away, smirk decorating his handsome features at your small whine. “see, you’ve cured me, my love,” yeonjun whispers seductively, brushing your entwined fingers against his forehead, “so don’t you deserve a reward?” teasing hand leaving your neck, cupping the soft skin of your upper thigh, tracing small circles dangerously close to your sensitive region. “j-jjun—!” you whimper, instantly melted by his touch; after a week, you were equally starved for affection. “shhh, i’ve got you,” and within seconds, his lips on yours, moving unconsciously as he tugs you on his bed, your back meeting the sheets, his bangs brushing against your forehead as he nips on your lower lip. a greedy hand tracing your curves, expertly tugging your shorts down, bulge in his sweatpants pressing against thigh. “haah—jjun!” you mewl, feeling his teeth bite down on your neck, leaving bruises on your soft skin. “need to mark you up, have to show who you belong to.” yeonjun growls, possessiveness heightened by the remnants of his feverish haze.

“a-already—?” you squeak, feeling the tip of his hard cock against your folds, unused to the lack of foreplay. spitting into his hand, he strokes himself briefly before pushing in, relishing your sweet whines at the burning stretch, nails clawing against his back through his sweaty tank top. “s-so tight, need to relax, doll,” yeonjun groans, your walls clenching down on his cock more than normal, wet sounds of slick a testament to your neediness. “jjun—hnng—t-too big!” you whimper, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, unadjusted to his massive length after a little time away. “haah—took me so well,” he pants, warm breath against your jaw, cock fully sheathed in your cute cunt before sloppily thrusting, your body squirming under his. meeting lips, your eyes squeezed shut at the overwhelming sensation as his hips meet yours. saliva coated kisses, his deep rumbling moans and your high pitched ones, skin on skin as yeonjun messily thrusts into your pussy, gripping your waist tightly enough to leave bruises. “s-shit, needed this so badly,” he groans, letting go of your hand to rub your clit, unwilling to cum before you. “j-jjun!” you sob, feeling his thumb pinch your sensitive nub, orgasm crashing into your body instantly. your walls clench down on his cock, your juices soaking his cock as you mewl desperately, heat warming your skin. “fuck!” yeonjun moans, a string of curses against your lips as he climaxes, hot cum filling your abdomen, eliciting a gasp at the full feeling as he thrusts into your cunt, fucking his seed deeper. “mmph—jjun—“ you whimper, his feverish kisses claiming your lips once more. “need you still, darling.”

# soobin — when you’re sick

it would be an understatement to say that soobin was terrible at hiding his giant bulge. and given that his gaze was avoiding yours, it was pretty obvious. “soobin~” you teasingly giggle, “are you really turned on right now?” arms outstretched, his giant shirt swallowing your body whole as you waited for him to carry you over from your bed to the kitchen to eat. even though you were definitely capable of walking, he’d insisted on carrying you around your apartment, claiming awkwardly that you needed to save your strength to recover. and it was very amusing to watch him wedge himself in the doorway, door covering his lower torso, shifty gaze trying to avoid looking at how his shirt engulfed your small figure. “um… not really…?” soobin mumbles, blushing slightly. “then come get me, im hungry~” you tease, pouting to call him over. hesitantly, he awkwardly tugs his shirt down over his crotch, shuffling over to your bed nervously. letting go of the hem of shirt, he reaches out to scoop you up. immediately, your hand darts to his crotch, his body tensing as you touch his hard bulge.

“now you have to admit it!” you giggle, your boyfriend looking a little embarrassed. “y-you’re not well, didn’t want to r-rush you,” soobin mumbles, pink flushing his face but not moving away from your touch. palming his crotch, you sigh at the size, missing the feeling of physical affections, feverish haze limiting your focus to the bulge in his pants. “want you so bad,” you pout, inhibitions weakened by the slight remaining feverish delirium. “w-wait, you—you’re still—hnng!” soobin begins, internally confiscated between stopping you and letting you continue tugging down his sweatpants, hard cock exposed as you greedily tug down his boxers, so starved for him. “agh—sweetheart—m-missed this!” soobin gasps, your small hand stroking his length, crawling closer to give the tip a kitten lick. massive shirt drooping over your frame, still warm and slightly feverish, salty precum on your tongue as you sloppily suck and lick his cock, trailing down over the veins and curve. soobin squeezing his eyes shut in pleasure, trying to hard not to cum immediately, so deprived and so desperately needy as his hands grip your hair, breathy whimpers filling the air as he pants, chest heaving as he’s drawn closer to his climax with only a little attention. “d-doll, nngh—ah!” warm cum floods your mouth, soobin whimpering as he tugs your hair down, white dripping from the corners of your lips as you blink in confusion and daze, startled by his sudden orgasm. “agh—s-sorry sweetheart!” he gasps, so blushy as he drops to his knees, cupping your warm cheeks in his hands, “d-didn’t mean to!” a feverish smile crossing your lips, swallowing and sticking your tongue out, “want more.” ears flushing, soobin blushes at your sudden feverish confidence. “a-aren’t you hungry or tired?” he mumbles, feeling himself get hard again as you take one of his hands from your cheek, sucking on his pretty fingers as you sigh in pleasure, coating his long digits in saliva. “no, want you.”

# beomgyu — when he’s sick

“honeyyy, c’mon,” beomgyu whined, rolling over in his sheets, “please?” with a resigned smile, you touch his forehead, slightly warmer than normal, only for him to playfully grab your wrist, pressing a kiss to your palm. “im all better now, see?” “you get horny too easily,” with a giggle, you let him tug you into bed, falling into his arms, still a little warm from being sick. “only for you,” beomgyu mumbles against your collarbones, nuzzling into your neck affectionately with small kisses, hard on pressing against your thigh through the soft sheets. tickling touches along your curves, playing with the waistband of your shorts. “don’t i owe you for saving me, my pretty nurse?”

tugging you on top of him, straddling his crotch as beomgyu pulls you closer, feverishly warm but squeezing your plush thighs, sighing at your hot cunt pressed to his hard bulge. pillowy breasts pressed to his chest, heartbeat strong against yours as lips lock, playful kisses shared, nipping at each others bottom lip and tangling tongues, salacious moans between breaths as beomgyu reaches through your shorts, panties slid aside as one of your hands strokes his cock under his sweatpants, precum warm in your hand as your folds grow wetter on the soft cloth of his pants. “haah—gyu—!” you whine loudly, missing the sensation of his bare dick pressed against your cunt. rubbing your folds against his cock, before teasingly taking the tip inside.

impatiently, beomgyu bucks his hips, veiny length rubbing your sensitive walls as he pushes himself deeper, shoving your hips down to meet his in feverish need, swallowing your gasps with his lips. hitting your sweet spot with every thrust, he lifts his hips into yours, firm grip on your ass ensuring so, lewd sounds of desperately deprived sex echoing through the room as his tongue slides into your mouth, hot kisses absorbing your cries, cunt clenching harder down on his cock. “s-so tight, honey,” beomgyu moans, feeling up your ass and giving your thighs an appreciative squeeze, “gonna c-cum already.” “gyu—hnng—!” gasping against his lips, his firm grip shoving your cute pussy all the way down on his cock before spilling his seed inside, warm rush filling your abdomen, milking his dick of his cum. bucking up his hips, beomgyu fucks his release deeper into your count, your cries broken with breathy gasps as you cum on his cock, clenching down tightly on his length as your hands feel the warm plane of his clothed chest, sloppy kisses pressed to your jawline and hands groping your ass. so hot with remnant of illness, so deprived of sexual attention as the sheets meet your back, beomgyu lazily climbing over you, a slight fever blush on his cheeks as he greedily gazes down at your cute cunt clenched over his cock, white ring around the base. “wanna make up for all the lost time,” he smirks, lustful gaze meeting yours through his sweaty bangs. even sick, beomgyu could never settle for just one round.

# taehyun — when you’re sick

“no. you’ve barely gotten your strength back.” and with that, you were effectively cockblocked by taehyun, who seemed completely unfazed, unlike you. after a week of not even receiving the slightest physical affection, you were nearly at your limit. especially considering you’d been doctored and pampered by him while sick, a mask still covering his handsome face as he combed your hair, sitting beside your bed on your nightstand with a fresh t-shirt on. “i think you’re overreacting,” you pouted, “i’m bored and i miss you.” “then it’s your lesson not to go outside in the rain without an umbrella,” setting the comb aside, taehyun brushes the hair out of your face, thin fingers brushing against your forehead for the first time in a week without gloves on “i’ll make you something to eat, kitten.” shaking your head, you briefly gaze up at him, a plan forming in your mind.

just as taehyun reaches your bedroom door, you let out a small moan, fingers brushing against your clothed folds. a small smile forms at his slight pause, your other hand pulling up your oversized shirt, exposing your cute panties to the air as you kick off the comforter, cold air refreshing on your warm skin. swirling your fingers around the small wet spot, whimpers growing louder as you push your fingers into your underwear, rubbing the thin cloth over your clit with a shaky cry, a small relief to your deprivation. “hnng—t-taehyun!” you mewl, his gaze meeting yours as you squirm under your own touch, stroking your folds and only slightly dipping in, panties soaking in your slick.

“you’re not doing it right, love,” taehyun sternly states, stiffly walking back over to your bedside, hand grasping your wrist firmly. “i-if you’re not going to,” you pout, “i w-will—ah!” his thin fingers push aside your panties, sliding into your warm cunt easily, curling to brush your sweet spot. “you’re such a brat,” he sighs, long digits easily reaching where yours couldn’t, eliciting your cute whimpers as his finger pump in and out, coated in slick before stroking your clit, teasing the sensitive nub with his thumb. “t-taehyun—f-feels good!” whines mixing with the sound of your juices, heat spreading from your core as pressure builds, so easily affected after being touch starved for only a week. “hnng—i-i’m—!” high pitched moans escape as you climax on his fingers, a wave of relief washing over your body, the sweet feeling soothing your tired muscles, fingers tightly gripping the hem of your shirt. “so insolent,” taehyun breathes, “even after i said no, too.” “couldn’t h-help it,” you whimper. taking his hand into yours, you suck your cum off, teasingly nipping his fingers between licks, just as he likes it. “your kitten needs you~”

# huening kai — when he’s sick

feverish kai was kai with weak inhibitions. hard bulge pressed your thigh, sweaty and blushy as he clings to your body, crushing you against his hot chest. “kai—“ you sleepily begin, only for him to weakly thrust against your leg. evidently, agreeing to cuddle with him while he’s sick had unexpected effects. “w-want you,” kai mumbles, nuzzling into your neck, warm breath against your skin, his nose brushing against your cheek with needy pants close to your ear, his vine grip preventing you from moving, “p-please?” “okay,” you smile, still slightly tired from your unplanned awakening. your hand trails down between your legs, a sharp intake of breath from kai as you brush against his hard length, lazily tugging down his sweatpants and boxers. “ ‘m sorry—nngh—need y-you,” desperately moaning against your skin, he fumbles to slide aside your panties, sheathing himself impatiently into your warm folds. “k-kai! t-too fast—“ you gasp, his grip tightening when you shift at the stretch, large, hot hands roughly shoving up your shirt to touch your soft abdomen, kai’s loud moans rumbling against your back as he feels the bulge in your tummy, palms pressed to your stomach with his needy thrusts, sloppy and whiny with desperation.

“k-kai, s-slow down—hnng!” whimpering at the stretch, his weight nearly crushing you as he presses you into the sheets, pressing messy kisses to your exposed shoulder, mumbling incoherent apologies and whines into your skin. the hand against your tummy, feeling each of his thrusts, veiny cock rubbing against your tight walls, salacious gasps and pants filling the air, kai’s entire large body pressed to yours, hot with fever and sweaty with need and exertion. “s-sorry pretty—nngh—feels too g-good,” kai groans, impatient thrusts growing less and less controlled as he fucks you with sloppy relentless strokes, your cute, tiny body under his, sweet mewls music to his feverish haze. “haah—kai!” you cry, feeling your body let go of its knot and releasing on his cock, drenching his length with your warm juices. “p-pretty, f-feels!” hot cum fills your tummy, kai letting out an obscene moan as he climaxes deep inside your clenching walls, so warm and so tiny and so pretty and so perfect—fever haze clouds his mind as he clings even tighter, unwilling to pull out at the heavenly feeling. his head droops against your back, gently smoothing over the skin of your stomach with his fingers, breaths against the lobe of your ear. “c-can i keep it in?” he mumbles.

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which was your favorite~?

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sh-0-w-1-sh · 6 months

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Thinking bout the fact Maria was technically born to die and Shadow was born to live forever.

#projecting onto an 8 yr old fox is crazy #miles tails prower #sonic the hedgehog #sonic fandom #shadow the hedgehog #maria robotnik #sth #tails the fox #dunno man felt like dying today and felt like dying yesterday #so i made them sad #but I’m cooking up something really cute so it cancels out #head canon that Maria’s finale thought was that she wanted to see the world

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sphnyspinspin · 6 months

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Meet Tremor! Ever since I started getting into the lore of @dimorphodon-x ‘s Oardivia, I wanted to make an OC.

- She turns into a giant, more Cyber-esque jackhammer but I was too lazy to draw it

- I’m not sure if she’d be able to talk or not in the OG lore of Oardivia’s universe; but if she could talk I’ve voice claimed her as Chilli from Bluey

- I toootally didn’t just copy-paste my redesign of Servo and use that as her base, and may or may not have had the idea to make them siblings separated at birth—what’re you talking about phbttt

- Also no, Tremor is not from Oardivia—her backstory is much more depressing.

Tremor was actually assigned to a cargo ship that was making its way across the galaxy. Until one day the ship she was on was caught in a space storm, that made their ship derail and crash on an unfamiliar planet.

It turns out Tremor was the only survivor thanks to an Oardivian Meteorologist named Buoy, who was monitoring the recent storm. Tremor was then taken in by Buoy who she loved dearly and was by their side for a very long time. But, it wasn’t until Buoy was out on another research venture with Tremor that they died while surveying a hurricane.

And one would think after losing her closest companion during a large storm, she would have been showing some signs of astraphobia. Instead, Tremor gets suddenly excited when it rains or thunderstorms in Oardivia.

Tremor can be seen splashing in puddles, running around, and jumping all about even in the heaviest of rainfall. Nothing can get her to get out of there, not even the loudest crackle of lightning can scare her off.

It might be strange to say… but it’s as if she’s dancing with an invisible force that only visits her when the skies are anything but clear.

#sphny arts (𖦹w𖦹)•*°⊹#sphny originates character (𖦹▿𖦹)•*°⊹#sphny alternates universe (𖦹ㅁ𖦹)•*°⊹#I like to think when buoy took in tremor they basically shared all her knowledge of storms in the most eccentric way possible #and it maybe it was like Moana’s grandma moment where she wanted to come back as a storm???#I dunno #thought it’d be cute if buoy’s essence came back during each storm to play in the rain with tremor like they used to #also I just keep picturing what it would be like if tremor met thundercracker a bunch <3 #oardivia oc #oardivia #transformers #maccadams #maccadam

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blade-that-was-broken · 21 days

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“Hey Clay?”

“Yeah?”

“I know you don’t really like to talk about your older bro-...”

“Did he call again? Ignore it, he’ll stop. Honestly, he should know better by now,” Clay grumbled, not looking up from his project. Last week, Bruce had called him, out of the blue. It had been a weird phone call, acting as if the last several years didn’t happen. As if Bruce didn’t just pick up and move across the country the moment he could, leaving the rest of them to their mother.

He knew he was holding a ridiculous grudge. It had been years. And Clay might have gotten over it eventually, if Bruce hadn’t replaced them with his perfect family. He barely stayed in contact - even with the brothers who weren’t as mad at him. Branch had been young when Bruce left, barely six years old. Clay wasn’t a whole ton better but at least Branch knew him to an extent. Branch at least knew his favorite color. Clay doubted Branch knew the first thing about Bruce.

“He… he’s here.”

Bruce wouldn’t leave his resort and his wife and well, now his kids. It was like he expected everyone to pick up and go visit him just because he lived on an exotic island or whatever. As if Clay didn’t have responsibilities or Floyd wasn’t constantly traveling. As if it was so easy for Grandma to leave the house and fly across the country. Bruce barely called and he never, ever visited - much less out of the blue like this.

Clay stopped and looked up, his head swiveling around to look back at his best friend. Her curly blonde hair was wrapped up in a messy ponytail, which was fairly normal, but the uncertain and awkward expression on her face was definitely not the norm for her. “What?” he asked, shocked.

She nodded. “Yeah. There is a guy down in the courtyard. He said he’s your older brother.”

Clay shook his head. Bruce would never leave his precious wife and resort to visit him, especially when he knew how much Clay was upset with him. Had been for years. Honestly, aside from one phone call a week or two ago, Clay hadn’t really heard from him in years. Clay could have chalked it up to Bruce just knowing that he was angry with him for abandoning him - them - with their mother the first moment he could, but he barely kept in contact with Floyd and Branch as well. And they didn’t hold the hard feelings that Clay did. Not that Clay was much better; he didn’t talk to any of his brothers much either.

“There is no way,” he protested with a huff, rolling his eyes. She must be mistaken, there was no other option. “He’s never made a trip out here. He would never leave his resort. What is he doing out here?” Viva hesitated, glancing away, which was very strange for her. She was very straightforward and easily excitable. Clay felt his brow furrow a little. “Viva…”

“He’s not… like how you said.”

He just sighed and took a deep breath. Bruce definitely had a way with people; he always had. Granted, Clay probably painted him in mostly a crappy light, due to the fact that whenever the subject did come up - which was extremely rare - it was not often positive. Clay had a lot of anger and probably a lot of resentment. It was a work in progress. “Look, Viv. I know he’s easy to believe. He seems soooooo friendly and charming that you want to just swoon or whatever. He’s got that effect on people but…”

“No.”

“No?” Clay asked, confused. She said it so strong, so flat, so sure and Clay wasn’t sure what to make of that.

“Clay… he’s not like that at all. He was actually really quiet and awkward and super uncertain but held him with some kind of…rigidness? At least as much as he could,” Viva looked uncomfortable, like she had seen something she really didn’t like. He wasn’t sure what that was about. At the moment, he was more hung up on the description which did not sound like Bruce at all.

He scoffed. “Bruce?”

“He didn’t say that was his name,” Viva continued, still uncertain, glancing towards the window. “But you only have one older brother right?”

Clay blinked and his whole world came to a standstill. “I….”

“Clay?”

Older brothers.

There was no way, though. He hadn’t heard anything from him since their parent’s divorce and when he was practically dragged away almost kicking and screaming. Clay barely remembered it; he tried not to. Everyone had been crying but Branch’s screaming, going along with everyone else's tears kind of drowned everything out. It hadn’t been a pretty memory and Clay avoided thinking about it. Coupling that with his mother’s systematic way of erasing anything that evoked him or their father from their house and their lives, it only took a few years for everyone to stop considering them entirely.

His eyes widened. There was no way. There was no way it was possible.

Clay didn’t even think. He bolted out the door, not even bothering to strip off his lab coat. There was no way. It had been at least fifteen years. What were the chances? After fifteen years? There was no way.

He had to be sure.

Making his way down to the courtyard, with Viva shouting after him, he scanned the area upon slamming the doors open. It had been a decade and a half. He had no idea what to look for anymore. They had all changed.

“He’s by the fountain, sitting on the stone wall,” Viva supplied.

That helped. He made his way over, still looking over the area until he spotted a more middle aged guy with short hair and bandages on his arm. When he looked, Viva nudged him, giving him the sign that who she had talked to was him. Definitely not Bruce.

He looked over at Clay and recognized him, suddenly nervous. Clay just stared. That was all he could really muster up to do. “Uh… hi, Clay. I know you might not really remember me but…”

Clay didn’t say a word at first, just launching himself at his big brother, knocking him into the grass behind in a hug. He clearly wasn’t expecting it but he took to the action pretty quickly, wrapping his arms around Clay’s back for support and to keep him from being tossed around.

“John Dory.”

Clay couldn’t remember the last time he thought of him, much less said his name out loud. He hated that. His eyes were squeezed shut, just soaking up the firm grasp his oldest - his oldest - brother had on him. He had so much to say and so many questions but only one happened to come out. It had been fifteen years and now John Dory just showed up out of the blue.

“How did…how did you find me?”

It wasn’t exactly what he wanted to say. There was a lot he wanted to say and do but his mouth had run off with him, questioning so much that he really didn’t actually care the answers to. Because he was here. After fifteen years.

“Bruce told me.”

Clay shifted slightly. “B-Bruce?” He supposed it might have been easier to find a resort owner before some crazy older college student. Although Clay felt like he had his name out there more than his other older brother, as he had written papers and had been featured in several journals. Although it might not have been in things John might have looked through. They could be pretty niche.

“I…” John tensed a little and hesitated. “He found me. The hospital found him, I guess? They found him and called him. I’ve been staying with him for my recovery.”

Clay’s heart dropped as he pulled away, trying to assess. He scrambled off his brother, stepping back. “Your what?”

John grimaced.

Viva nudged his shoulder and spoke quietly. “Clay.”

Clay’s eyes were drawn downward. Sure, there were bandages on his arm but John’s grip didn’t seem to be very weak so he doubted that would be so debilitating and honestly, his legs seemed fi-… where was his leg?

“W-Where is your leg?”

“Sudan… I think?”

Clay just stared.

“Right, sorry. Kinda dark humor there,” John muttered, sitting up a little more. “I was… I have been, I guess, in the military for a while. Over ten years I guess, uhm… it’s a long story. But some stuff happened, my arm got kinda burned up but it’ll be okay. Head got banged around a bit but that should be fine too. The biggest thing was my leg which… well, that ended my military career pretttyyyy quick. The hospital found Bruce and yeah, I’ve been staying with him but…. I wanted to see you. Needed to see you.”

There was a pause.

“Sorry, that was… that was a lot of words.”

“When Bruce called…” Clay drifted off in realization. Bruce had called to tell Clay about John.

“He didn’t want to freak you out.”

“But I hung up.”

John nodded. “Bruce didn’t really tell me anything about what happened with you guys or anything but I just… I bought a plane ticket and well, here I am.”

Here he was.

“Does Bruce even know you’re here?” Clay asked, uncertainly. With John’s state, it probably meant that Bruce was kind of taking care of him, which meant he was in charge of his welfare and health. John was still on leg crutches and probably couldn’t get around super well. It couldn’t have been that long since it happened.

John snorted. “I am a grown man.”

“Missing a leg!”

“So?” John asked, his nose wrinkling. Clay almost felt like he had been slapped. Floyd and Branch did the same thing. “I knew a guy who lost both and guess what? He lives alone. Does just fine.”

“He’s probably freaking out.”

“Bruce? Probably.”

“Then why are you here?”

John tried not to look hurt. He would have done a great job too, if he hadn’t looked away. It was a telltale sign and Clay noticed. He didn’t even realize what he had said and how it came out until it was too late. He cursed himself; he didn’t want John to think he didn’t want him here. “I haven’t seen you in fifteen years, Clay. No matter how much time passes or what happens, I love you.”

Shit.

“Clay… he’s so cute,” Viva sniffled. “You never told me-”

“That I existed?” John guessed, making Clay cringe. “That seems to be an ongoing theme.”

“JD, I just…” he didn’t really know what to say. He didn’t have any excuse, really. He could blame a lot on his mother but that felt wrong to say to him. There wasn’t any real excuse that would make anyone feel better.

“It’s alright,” John replied, although Clay could tell there was some struggle. Which made sense. No one wanted to feel forgotten by loved ones. Especially not the ones still alive. “Bruce didn’t tell his kids I existed either. I’m getting over it.”

He shouldn’t have to get over it, Clay thought. He shouldn’t have had to do any of it. He should have spent the last fifteen years with them. He should have been there for birthdays, for their graduations, for their important moments. He should have been there when Bruce got married. For Floyd’s first show. For Clay’s best college awards. Bruce’s kids should have known their uncle their entire life, not just now and so forth.

“She’s dead, our mother,” Clay said, blandly. He blamed her a lot, for pretty much everything. Not the divorce itself; that was both of them, but for cutting them off from his brother. For forcing his name to never be spoken. For erasing his memory. It was one thing to keep them away from their father, although Clay didn’t like that either, but to keep them away from their older brother was unforgivable for him.

“So is dad. Over ten years.”

Ten years. Over even. John lost his family, became an adult and lost his father. No wonder he joined the military.

“Six.”

“I tried looking for you,” John promised, like it was something he had to convince Clay of. Like he didn’t want Clay to think that he didn’t try. It wasn’t meant to make Clay feel worse and Clay knew it but it did anyway. Because Clay hadn’t. He hadn’t looked. He hadn’t even considered it. “Before joining the military. After too, a little, I suppose. I’m no detective I guess.”

Clay just stared at him. Did he think…?

“I know…” John frowned again. “I know you’re mad at Bruce but I can’t… I… Clay, I want to be…to have… to be in some part of your life and I just…”

“I’m not mad at you.”

Clay hated the almost hopeful look that John stared at him with. It was a expression that screamed he wasn’t expecting this reaction. “You… aren’t?”

“No. Of course not. Our parents were petty and bitter and it is all their fault. JD, you never… you didn’t abandon anyone. Dad took you away and mom decided to try and erase that part of her life. Have you blamed yourself this whole time? For years?”

“No, no, I just… I don’t want you to think I stayed away or something.”

“I believe you,” Clay promised. “And I’m so glad you’re here.”

#soldier on au #john dory #clay #viva #the one au where clay's anger is not directed around jd ever #i guess i have another like that too but still; this is different idk i guess #sorry yall ive been super busy #and trying to draw #along with the million other things of life #but this was mostly written so there is that #it's a little longer too!!#branch and possibly clay are gonna make jd a kickass leg #i just feel like clay is intellectually very smart while branch is good at literally making things???#idk it's just i dunno #i both have all the ideas for jd and branch and ZERO ideas too #there's like no in between #but like guyyyyyysssssss #they so cute thooooooo #ironically JD kinda becomes a buffer for bruce and clay which is hilarious considering canon #or what is usually written about jd and clay #but it gets better #and here i am ranting in the tags again #i love it when people reblog and there are thoughts in the tags tho cause i read them and it's fun

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xalonelydreamerx · 8 months

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I just realized during the field trip in the first film, Jasper gives Alice a tiny flower

#twilight #jalice #dunno i thought it was cute and I never noticed it before #jasper x alice #jasper whitlock #alice cullen #twilight renaissance #alice x jasper #twilightedit #ashley greene #jackson rathbone

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cartodarko · 1 year

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he would love going to the arcades on the seafront :)

#pizza tower #pizza tower art #pizza tower fanart #pizza tower fake peppino #pizza tower noisette #fake peppino #pippeno #noisette #polycule tower #i'm right #i dunno what their ship name would be #pipsette #HE LIKES ANGRY BIRDS #noisette doesn't know what her plushie is from she just thought it was cute #bless her

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angelbaby-fics · 1 year

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🌾 Walks with Eddie 🌱

It all started when you wanted a milkshake

Eddie had just enough gas in the tank to get to his next gig and stop at the gas station on the way home after getting paid for the night

But one thing he was NOT about to do was deny you your favorite treat!!

The closest place to get a shake was just under a mile away, and Eddie would have sprinted it if it meant getting you your treat faster, but then he had a little idea

“Hey pumpkin, you wanna go for a walk?”

This was the start of one of your favorite hobbies to do together

At first, you’d only walk to the drive thru and back, trying a different milkshake flavor each time, swapping shakes back and forth to try each other’s flavor

Eventually, you start walking further, taking different routes

Eddie always made you hold his hand whenever you crossed the street, and you usually wouldn’t let go until you reached your destination

If this is modern!Eddie, the two of you would share a pair of earbuds and listen to your favorite songs together, while you and classic 80s Eddie would take turns with the tape player, or just go without headphones and play music out loud on his portable stereo

Every. Single. Time. you come across a dandelion, you HAVE to make a wish on it

Eddie always asks you what you wished for, which you tell him is a secret, until he starts wishing on dandelions too and you beg to know what he wished for

Same with hopscotch, if you found some chalk that a child had drawn that morning, both you and Eddie without fail would hop across the sidewalk

On the way home, as the trailer park first came into view, you and Eddie would both break out into a sprint, first one to the trailer gets 20 kisses!

After you’d traversed every street within a reasonable distance, Eddie would start driving the two of you around other areas of Hawkins to find new neighborhoods and trails to explore

You marveled at the different yards of some houses, different architecture, gardens full of fruits and flowers, or creative lawn decorations

It was especially fun during holidays, seeing all the spooky decorations and jack-o-lanterns during Halloween, and the beautiful twinkling lights at Christmas

You’d walk through forest hiking trails, each of you stuffing your pockets with cool rocks, sticks, and flowers you’d find

When you got home, you’d each empty your forest hordes and trade rocks like currency

Eddie would pick any flowers he’d come across and put them behind your ear, until you scolded him for picking the flowers and hurting their feelings, so he vowed to only take flowers that had already fallen to the ground from then on

Any time you’d find a long stick, you’d carry it like a magic wand for the rest of your walk, casting spells on all the squirrels and birds you saw

Eddie would be fond of collecting big branches to repurpose as wizard staffs

If it was rainy, you’d still walk, jumping in EVERY puddle along the way

Walking around everywhere also helped the two of you make a lot of friends, especially furry ones

After a while, you’d start carrying dog treats in your pockets for all the little puppies you’d meet!

#uhh i dunno i just had this idea last night & i thought it was cute!!#like most of my eddie stuff its not specifically cg!eddie little!reader but can be read either way!!#little!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie x little!reader #chloe's fic

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