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good-beanswrites · 9 months

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Ahh ive been reading some of your writings and they're just so warm and fluffy to read (if that makes sense??) Though i cant really express it in the tags ;; also if its alright, may i please request blanket with mikoto or tears with fuuta? - @erimnar

Omg thank you -- I've been so grateful for your tags! :)) And thanks for the requests, I had a lot of fun with these woo! I went with a real fun one for Mikoto/Blanket (once again, picture T1 minigram vibes) and I'll post a slightly angstier one for Fuuta/Tears soon 👍

“Mikotoooo, just share with Muu,” the girl pouted. “I mean it!”

He scooted out of her reach. “What are you gonna do, stab me about it?”

Muu’s jaw dropped, but there was no real horror behind it. “Maybe!” She lunged for him again.

After a strange rattling from the walls had woken some in the middle of the night, all the heat in the prison had seeped away. Es had left to fix it immediately, and no one had seen them for hours. In Mikoto’s opinion, they seemed better versed in law than plumbing and mechanical fixes. He had no idea how long they’d all be shivering like this in the winter chill.

The prisoners walked around all morning in a mismatch of spare layers. Mahiru giggled inside one of Shidou’s extra doctor coats, far too big on her. Mikoto hadn’t stopped laughing that Shidou owned extra doctor coats in the first place. Yuno’s stylish hats could be spotted on several of the prisoners, Mikoto included. (He’d given his own beanie to Kazui, earlier.) Fuuta had handed out a concerning amount of sweatshirts, and Muu had some fashionable scarves that gave enough warmth to be useful.

In addition to the ridiculous getups, they each carried their bed sheets around their shoulders. Mikoto was surprised to find himself the envy of the group.

A while back he’d requested a weighted blanket; he remembered finding one helpful when work got too overwhelming. Milgram had provided a fairly large one, though he felt it hadn’t worked as well here. He didn't expect it to cause a stir until Shidou pointed out that its weight would make it even warmer than his own. Following that, it didn’t take long to attract the small army of murderous children that were after him.

As he stepped away from Muu, Yuno leapt at his other side, ready to snatch the blanket off of him. Although Haruka and Amane were too nervous to make a grab at him, they stood anxiously nearby rooting for his loss. Mahiru had jumped in as well. Her quick movements forced Mikoto to spin around and draw it even closer around his shoulders. Caring less about the blanket, but always ready to tackle someone, Fuuta joined the scuffle.

It wasn't like Mikoto cared about the blanket, either. He had no issue sharing it with the others. He knew the attitude in the prison had been dropping recently. Despite the brief camaraderie from sharing articles of clothing, everyone’s mood had been especially bitter today. As physical discomfort added to their mental strain, things could go south quickly. The place needed to liven up a bit.

He stepped back from the blanket thieves, flicking the corner of it from Fuuta’s hands.

“Not so fast!”

Fuuta fumed. “You asshole…”

Yuno, meanwhile, seemed up for the challenge. “You’re quick!”

“I’ve had a bit of experience…” He flashed a wicked grin. Mikoto didn’t talk about his family much, but a few of the others knew he grew up on fairly good terms with a younger sister. His big brother instincts had developed just fine.

He darted this way and that. He faked and sidestepped and spun. As his opponents grew bolder, he ended up sweeping the blanket off his back. He swung it around the room with less effort than expected. He was stronger than he looked, and easily kept the girls at bay while wrestling Fuuta for the blanket. He let out a laugh as he fought back against all the grabbing hands. Taking advantage of the height difference, he lifted it directly over his head.

The position wasn’t the most secure, though. His taunts were quickly replaced by feigned cries as the others dragged him to the ground. As they pinned him down, a cheer erupted from Haruka before he covered his mouth. The others joined in the celebration as they claimed their prize.

Mikoto lamented, “you’re so cruel… you’re all so cruel…” It was good, he thought, hearing them all laugh.

The loss of his blanket wasn’t his only punishment. Heaving an exhausted breath, Yuno flopped down directly on top of him. She tucked herself and Muu into the blanket. Then Mahiru wiggled in, beckoning to Amane and Haruka. By the time they all nestled in, there was just barely enough room for Fuuta to squeeze in with everyone.

Mikoto wheezed from under the pile of prisoners.

“Okay, okay,” he said. “You win. Fuck -- let me breathe...”

Mahiru just made herself more comfortable. “But you’re so warm!” The others muttered their agreement. Not one showed any sign of moving. The prison was far too cold to give up heat like this, after all.

“That’s because you all made me work so hard!” He huffed. “Come on.”

“What are you gonna do?” Muu giggled, doing a poor impression of his voice, “murd--”

“-- Aw, shaddup…”

#milgram #mikoto kayano #muu kusunoki #and others #it was silly but i was still able to wiggle some of my serious headcanons in!#mikoto being able to read a room and know when and how to pick things up with a bit of charisma #him having great big brother/roughhousing/antagonizing for no reason instincts sdfdsfds #and having a lot of stress relief habits that he swears by - and then cant understand why they arent working #(because orekoto usually does all the stress relief with physical exertion)#oh and also the fact that hes really chill about joking about their situation in milgram sfdsdfgfd 💀#thank you sm for the requests!#and i mean it -- i was so happy seeing your tags ;-; ty for the kind words!#also ive been on this site for a while and its the first time ive seen that 'tagging a sideblog on an anon ask' trick so you get notified #thats so smart omg #ill tag you whenever i post the fuuta one #i know i dont have to do both prompts but theres no way im missing an opportunity to make my fave cry hehehe >:3 #drabbles

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starbabyg · 11 months

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pleaseeeeeee jack and trevor share her

Picture Perfect pt. 3 | Jack Hughes x reader x Trevor Zegras

part one and part two right hereeee

warnings; smut duh, the words cock and other funky words that make me squirm, jealous Jack , also a bit shitty writing lol

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Trevor couldn’t get you off his mind ever since that day. It’s all he could think of, the way your pussy gripped around Jack’s dick. The sound of your angelic moans. It was sick the way all of his thoughts were revolving around you. Trevor couldn’t even face Jack any more. He had been avoiding him at all costs, too scared he’d blurt out how he needed to fuck you to get you out of his head.

You walked out of your room and into the living room, seeing Jack playing a video game with his feet up on the coffee table. “Hey, isn’t it guy’s night shouldn’t you be at the lake house?”

“Yeah, but Trev said he couldn’t make it again. I think he’s doing that shit on purpose cause Cole told me he saw him the other day,” Jack responded, not looking up at you. He had a rough demeanor about it, but inside Jack was just a bit hurt that it seemed like his best friend was avoiding him.

“Is he mad at you or something?” You made your way to the kitchen island, grabbing a mandarin and peeling it to snack on.

“Can’t be, I didn’t do shit to him. And I mean it this time.”

“Well when was the last time you even saw him?”

“That one weekend he came over and watched us fuck. Told me he’d call me to chill afterwards, never did,” he shrugged.

“You don’t think he was weirded out by the situation? Like at least a little bit? I mean he did watch us have sex,” you concluded.

Jack recollected the event, he knew Trevor was nervous about it but he didn’t think that he would be weirded out by it, “I don’t fucken know, I thought we were close enough for that. We’ve joked about it before, banging groupies together— all before I met you of course.”

“Mmhmm,” you nodded. “Still, it was a hypothetical situation. And I’m your girlfriend, Jack. Not a groupie you’re never going to see again. It adds a certain nuance to the situation don’t you think?”

Your words made Jack think deeply, and one thing about Jack is he hates getting deep in his thoughts. He furrowed his brows, what you said confusing him just a bit. “Yeah I guess that’s true. But whatever, I’m just gonna confront him and ask him why he’s being like this.” Jack got up from his spot, putting his slides on and grabbing his keys. If Trevor was going to avoid him the only thing he could do was be right there where he had no choice but to see Jack.

“Stupid Trevor avoiding me like a weirdo. Making me drive to his house cause he wants to be lame. Funky ass missing guys night again,” Jack grumbled the whole drive to Trevor’s place.

When Jack arrived to Trevor’s place he was less upset and more hurt by the fact his best friend hadn’t responded to his texts or calls. That it had really got to the point where he had to actually drive to his house to see him face to face. Nevertheless he knocked, picking his posture up and preparing himself for the confrontation.

“Yo–” Trevor opened the door with a smile on his face, which faded with the sight of a less than happy Jack on the other side of the door. “Oh, what’s up Jack,” he now monotonously greeted.

“What’s up? That’s all you gotta say bro?” Jack started off, his hurt feelings getting to him, “You’ve been flaking on me. Not answering my calls or texts. Just straight up dodging me. What’s up with you?” At that moment he sounded like a heartbroken girlfriend, but at that moment he was.

Trevor was taken a back just a bit, but fully understood where Jack was coming from. “It’s just that I um, I’ve just been—“ he stuttered and stammered, not being able to form a cohesive sentence.

“You’ve what? Whatever it is, it just sucks you’re not able to communicate it with me. Being as we’re like best friends and all,” Jack spoke vulnerably, something he had taken up from you.

Trevor sighed, the words resonating with him. He realized he just had to face the problem head on, and tell Jack what was going on in his head. “Listen,” Trevor looked down, not being able to look Jack in the eyes, “It’s hard for me to tell you this. I never in a million years thought I’d be in this situation. Ever. Like ever. It makes me sick just thinking about it. But, watching you fuck y/n was a huge mistake.”

“Was it too much for you? She told me you probably thought I was weird, god I’m embarrassed—“

Trevor cut him off, “No, no. It’s not that. Like at all. It’s just that you were right about everything you said. About y/n,” Trev took a deep breath to muster up courage and to finish, “So right to the point that I can’t get her out of my head. Just seeing the way she fucked you and shit. It’s been stuck on my mind. I’ve never seen no one fuck like that ever in my life. And you know how many girls I’ve fucked.”

Jack didn’t know how to react or respond. Yeah, he was proud of you because he knew you were the top of the top, cream of the crop. But also, his best friend was lusting after you, his girlfriend.

“So you gotta crush on y/n?”

“I don’t know if you can say crush, she’s a great girl and all but I know you two are meant for each other. It’s just, she has that sexual prowess. If anything it’s like a fuck crush.”

“A fuck crush,” Jack raised an eyebrow, trying to comprehend what Trevor just said. The entire situation was difficult for him to comprehend.

“Yeah. Not to objectify her or anything. But she just looked so fucking amazing fucking you.”

Jack pursed his lips, “So if I let you fuck her can you stop being weird?”

“Wait, what did you just say?” Trevor had to double take, cause after everything, he knows Jack didn’t say what he just said.

“If I let you fuck her, can you stop being weird,” Jack drew out his words.

“No way. I’m not going to fuck your girlfriend and no way you’re actually going to let me fuck her just like that.”

“If it’ll make you get over whatever the hell a fuck crush is, then yeah. Get her out of your system so we can be cool again. I don’t wanna lose my best friend over some petty shit like this, cmon Trev.”

“Jack, listen to what you’re saying. Are you really going to let me fuck your girlfriend.”

“I’m not all too keen about you taking her all by yourself. Not no cuck shit. But remember when we always talked about tag teaming a girl?”

“Yeah, I kinda remember,” he recalled all the conversations from when they both first got into the league, bragging about all the pussy they were gonna get.

“Well, how about a threesome with my girlfriend,” Jack proposed, “God it makes me sick just thinking about it. But if there’s anyone I would have a threesome with it’d be you.”

“Jesus Jack, you’ve put me in a sick situation. A sick sick situation. I wanna say yes but I wanna say no.”

“Like I said, if this is what it takes for shit to go back to normal I’m all for it,” Jack sighed.

“You sure that you’re sure?”

“As sure as I can be, In this moment. I might come to regret it but you know my dumb ass just lives in the moment,” shaking his head, Jack tried to push all negative thoughts away.

Trevor contemplated, because the first time he said yes to one of Jack’s asinine ideas he got put in this situation. But still, he just couldn’t get you out of his mind. His body was feening to feel yours against his. To feel you ride him the way you rode Jack. It was driving him borderline insane. The whole situation was a catch 22 for him.

“Are you sure y/n even wants this? I mean look at the position we put her in,” classic Trevor, always worried about you where Jack had always been mindless.

“You saw the way she was about to go down on you. Seems like we’re all consenting in this situation.” He recalled the way you so easily crawled over to Trevor without a second thought, about to take him inside your mouth just as you would with him. It sparked a tinge of jealousy in him, but at the same time also turned him on seeing you from another point of view.

“I just don’t want this to make shit even more weird than it already is. I know how much you love her and you know how much I love you.”

“Yeah, I know. That’s why I trust both of you to even do any of this shit. We’ve been best friends since like forever, and to be honest I’ve never been in love with someone as much as I’m in love with y/n. And I’m the one who put us all in this place, being the show off I am. Can’t bitch out now.”

“Jack, if this goes south I’m literally gonna kill myself. I’m already dead inside from shame and embarrassment,” Trev spoke with his eyes squeezed shut. It was still difficult for him to look Jack in his eyes.

“Jesus Zegras, don’t be so morbid.”

So right then and there Jack and Trevor set a day for the threesome. With Trevor freaking out the whole time, and Jack trying to calm him down, you were clueless to the whole ordeal.

It was a Friday evening, Jack running errands and you taking the day off from the hectic week. You laid in the king sized bed the two of you shared, only in one of Jack’s oversized graphic tee shirts and a pair of lace panties that you so loved to adorn.

“Hey princess,” you felt Jack’s hand run up your bare leg. Your eyes fluttered open, still adjusting to your surroundings. Everything was always hazy when you first woke up.

“Hi my love,” you sleepily smiled at him. You turned so you were no longer on your side, but leaning your back against the headboard. Still blinking to adjust, you could now make out another person in the room.

“How was your little nap? You still look sleepy my little love bug,” Jack smiled at you. He loved how you looked when you first woke up, always with a look of clueless confusion, brows upturned and bottom lip stuck out just a bit.

“It was fine, hadda nice dream. Probably coulda slept through the whole night I was so comfortable,” you rubbed your eye and stretched as you finally started to actually wake up.

“Yeah? I got someone here who wants to see you though,” he told you, his thumb still rubbing that spot on your leg.

“Huh? Who?” You turned, seeing Trevor stand idly by the door, “Oh hey Trevor, long time no see. How you been?” You softly smiled up at him.

“Hey y/n,” he timidly waved. Seeing you in person sucked every ounce of courage that was inside of him. If he was nervous before, now he was a complete wreck. He tried to mask it by mustering up a half smile.

“Trevor’s been feeling some type of way,” Jack started.

“Hm? What d’ya mean?” You questioned confused.

Jack looked towards him, not being able to tell you himself, from lack of words to say it or refusal, no one knows.

“Jack, I can’t say it,” Trev shook his head. Between you and Jack, it was just too much to be put on the spot and confess how you had him feeling.

Jack stood up, “Well, I’m gonna get a drink. I’ll be right back. Give you some space.” This wasn’t just for Trevor to finally relay how he feels about you. Jack himself just couldn’t stand to be in the room while it happened. He knew what was about to go down, yet his possessive instincts kicked in. He had to at least be a little tipsy before consciously going through with another one of his crazy ideas.

“Are you like, grossed out by me or something? That I could actually go through with fucking Jack in front of you? Do you look at me differently now?”

“Yes, I look at you differently.”

“Oh,” was all you could say.

“But not in that way. Y/n, I just can’t seem to get you out of my head. Ever since I saw you fuck Jack, I just can’t. I’ve had this sick craving, I needed to feel what Jack felt. It makes me sick that I can’t feel you bounce on my cock, that I can’t just flip you over and fuck you how Jack did. I just can’t stand not being able to experience you like that,” finally all the words spilled from his brain and out for you to hear. “And I know I shouldn’t feel this way because you’re my best friends girlfriend, that’s why I’ve been avoiding Jack. Because of you. Because I can’t have you the way I want to. The way I need to.”

“Trevor, I–”

“It’s fine y/n. You don’t have to try and let me down easy. Jack wanted to bring me here to get you out of my system but this is another insane idea I just can’t go through with and put you through.” Trevor turned hastily to get out of there as quickly as possible.

You shot up as fast as you could and grabbed Trev by his arm, pulling him back into the room. “No Trevor, I was gonna say I can help you get over me. Guys always get over it once they get what they want right?” You softly chuckled.

Trevor sighed, “Y/n I don’t want you to think of it like that. I really like you, you’re perfect for Jack. I– just don’t know where this sudden infatuation came from.”

“I know Trev, it doesn’t have to be that way. Let’s just get this over with and forget it all happened mm?” You tilted your head, your hand that grabbed him now making its way up his tricep. The way Trevor talked about this situation, how he viewed you now, sparked something tantalizing inside of you.

“W-what about Jack?”

“Well we’ll just have to get his blessing, right?” You pulled Trevor out of the room, to where Jack was seated on the kitchen island, beer in hand. “Jacky baby, is it alright if I get to play with Trev tonight? That is what you brought him over for right?”

Jack took a deep gulp, he hated the words that came out of your mouth but he loved the sultry way that you spoke him, he couldn’t stop himself from breathlessly staring and nodding. Just like Trevor, he too was trapped under your siren spell. You could never do anything without Jack, so you gripped him by his wrist and yanked him up from his solitude. You’d need the space of the big California king bed for the three of you.

“I think it’s only fair that Trevor gets to undress me,” grabbing his hands, you set them at the hem of the large tee shirt you wore. There really wasn’t much for him to strip your body off. Trevor’s breath hitched, this really was the moment, he’s finally getting what he wanted. Slowly he lifted the shirt up, your arms raised. Jack sat there with anticipation, palming himself through his sweatpants. So this is what it looks like to the neighbors huh. He was loving this point of view, seeing you in another light.

Now just standing in your bra, panties, and knee high socks, Trevor’s brain had flipped a switch. It’s as if his brain went feral, urging him to grab your supple breasts. He cupped them, feeling the fullness of them in his palms, squeezing them, the flesh filling in the gaps between his fingers.

“Screw this bra, it needs to go now,” he mumbled under his breath. Trevor reached around to your backside, feeling for the hooks. Trevor fumbled with it, trying to use one hand to unhook it was proving difficult. Jack saw this, and he himself started to get impatient.

“You’re taking too long, let me do it,” he smacked his lips together, slightly shoving Trevor out of the way. Swiftly, with one hand Jack had unlatched your bra, with the straps falling off your dainty shoulders. Jack smirked at Trevor, who only looked back with his mouth agape. “Perfect titties.”

“Mhmm,” Trevor agreed with Jack, bending down and taking one in his mouth. Trevor started sucking it softly, the feather like sensation causing you to gasp. Seeing that Trevor could get that kind of reaction out of you made Jack grow a tinge jealous. Although it was all turning him on, he was feeling that bit possessive feeling over you. Jack planted himself onto your other boob, suctioning to it with pressure.

“Oh my god,” you moaned as Jack gently rolled your nipple in between his teeth. The slight pain mixed with the intense pleasure sent shocks through your body. Where Jack was going rough, Trevor went soft. With the slightest touch of his tongue he flicked it in all the right places around your areola. Starting with the bottom, swinging around the top, then making a full circle around the whole nipple. The two differing pressures started to make your vision hazy, your legs starting to buckle and give out. Sensing this, and knowing your body, Jack went behind you, now supporting your weight as your naked body pressed against him. Jack moved your hair to one side out of the way and pressed kisses from the nape of your neck upwards. One hand held your waist, the other gripping the bare flesh of your boob, rolling the nipple between his index and middle finger.

Seeing Jack supporting the upper portion of your body, Trevor kneeled down, planting a kiss to your clit as he placed himself in between your legs, putting both knees on his shoulders and hoisting you up. With your body now in the air, lifted up by the two boys, Trevor began to lap his tongue on your pussy, licking up your labia and up to the crown of your clit. You squirmed, your legs locking around his neck. The feather like kitten licks so slight and so gentle, although it wasn’t a lot of pressure it stimulated your bundle of nerves in all the right ways. With Trev’s hands on your backside he started to grip and grab at the flesh of your bottom before taking his right hand to insert two fingers inside your vulva. He curled his fingers down, caving into the floor of your silky walls.

All Jack could hear was the slurps of Trevor’s mouth and the squelching sound of your pussy, and quite frankly he was becoming a bit bratty that he didn’t get to be in any of the action. Jack pulled your body back, the two of you falling on the bed before he elevated your body to fit right between his legs, your back reclining on his chest. Jack padded his fingers along your stomach just before going to touch your lower lips. The temperature change from Trevor’s warm mouth to Jack’s cold fingers contrasting greatly. Starting off at a normal pace but quickly picking it up, Jack was determined to make you feel better than Trevor could.

“C’mon princess, I know you feel it, let it out,” he smirked. Knowing last time Trevor didn’t truly get the full Y/n experience. Trevor just quizzically looked, what the hell did Jack mean? Anyways, Trevor was focused on you, watching how your body reacted to the brash touch. Your toes curling up, your legs twitching. Trevor made his way up your legs, planting kisses from the tops of your feet all the way up to your thighs.

At this time Jack had both hands playing with your princess parts, his dominant hand gliding in and out of you as his other toyed with your clit. With all of this touch you were getting overstimulated, and fully well knew what Jack meant from that statement. You felt the buildup in your lower stomach, and it was getting to the point where you couldn’t contain yourself.

“Oh my fuck, I’m gonna– I’m gonna,” you breathlessly tried to get out before you squirted, Jack pulling his fingers out at the right time as you ejaculated juices that covered the bed sheets, and subsequently got a bit on Trevor as well.

“No fucking way, did you just-,” Trevor gaped in awe. Throughout his multitude of bodies he had never once met a girl who could squirt, only seeing it in videos.

“Mmhmm, just gotta play with her in all the right ways and she’s your own little waterfall,” Jack smugly boasted, proud of himself that at least he was the only one who could get you like that.

You turned around, now on your knees as you kissed Jack intensely, “I think baby deserves a treat for himself now huh,” you lowered yourself down his body, peppering kisses as you made your way to his dick. Swirling your tongue around the tip and head, you then took his full member in your mouth and started to bob up and down.

Your ass stuck out in the air vulnerably, Trevor smacked it, surely leaving a hand print, before diving in and eating it from the back. This took you by surprise, making you lurch forward and causing you to take more of Jack in your mouth.

“I think she needs to be stuffed from both ends, huh Jack,” Trevor grunted, now wanting—no, needing– to bury himself deep inside your walls. Too preoccupied with getting deepthroated, Jack just nodded and groaned out what sounded like a grumble of a yes.

Trevor pulled down his shorts, his dick now throbbing from how hard it had been this whole time. He rubbed the head from the fore and aft of your vagina before easily sliding it in.

“Is’so slick and wet. Just slid right in,” Trevor softly murmured, starting off with slow measured strokes. His hand laid on your ass as he watched his dick glide in and out of you. In this moment he was awestruck, he finally was able to feel what he was only able to daydream about. He relished in the moment, knowing this would be his only chance to feel your insides.

Wanting more pressure, you backed yourself up against his cock, your plump ass bouncing as you rocked forward and backwards. Every time you moved up, your throat taking more of Jack’s dick. Trevor bit his lip, he loved the way you took initiative, but in the moment he was much more hungrier for more friction. Trevor grabbed your hips, ramming his cock in you as deep as he could. You squealed, surprised at the tempo Trevor had now started to go. Your ass was now clapping loudly against his front side. He then grabbed you by your neck, pulling you up so your back was pressed against him and your head tilted in the crook of his neck.

Trevor’s hands roamed all over your body, a squeeze to your tit, soft touches on your belly, all before his hands made their way down to your punani. He played with your folds, just embracing the slick wetness you were secreting.

“Oh my god, oh my god,” your eyes were rolling back, hands gripped to Trevor’s arms. Jack glared at the two of you, he felt like Trevor was being pretty selfish by not sharing you.

“It’s my turn,” Jack snarled, roughly pulling you down, Trevor slipping right out of you. Jack spread your legs out, aligned himself with you, and jammed himself inside. All regards were out there window, he had to make you feel just as good as Trevor did, maybe even better.

A few strokes in he brought your legs together, straightening them up and having them rest on him, making you feel tighter for him. Jack rhythmically pounded you, on arm securing your legs to its position rested on his chest, his other hand holding you by your waist. Trevor stood over you, stroking himself as he watched you scream in pleasure.

“Hey pretty girl, stroke this for me why don’t you,” Trevor lowered his bottom half to you, letting you grab his member. You pulled him closer to you, rubbing his cock as you started to lick his under shaft and balls. Trevor’s head fell back, a nice deep grunt leaving his mouth. To you it was simple things, but to him he had never had a girl do these kind of things to him. “Fuuuuuuck y/n that feels amazing.”

At that point Trev needed to feel the inside of your whatever, almost to the point of climaxing. Your mouth, your pussy, hell if he could fuck your bellybutton he would.

“Bend her over the bed, I gotta feel her I’m bouta finish,” his breaths were hitched. Jack listened, knowing after this was over he’d finally get you all to himself again and this would all be behind you three. Never have to share you again as greedy as he is.

Jack stuck your taut ass out, your elbows rested on the edge of the bed as he pushed you faced down. He smacked your ass, leaving his imprint before looking at Trevor, “Go for it brother.”

Trevor positioned himself behind you, jiggling your ass a bit before inserting himself inside you once again. Jack got in front, about to face fuck you into oblivion. With his hands planted to your hips, Trevor began to snap himself into you, a nice pace so he can ride this dream out as long as he physically could. You looked back at him, mouth agape moaning as you started to fuck him back, grinding yourself against him.

Jack didn’t appreciate himself being left out, and grabbed your face just a biiiit too forcefully, opening your jaw and jamming himself inside your moist mouth. He held your hair back, one hand under your chin as he shoved as much of himself between your lips as you can take. You started to gag, and with this your walls tightening as well. With your walls tightening with every time you choked, Trevor got closer and closer to his orgasm.

“Oh shit– I’m gonna fucken,” Trevor couldn’t even finish his statement before he swiftly pulled himself out of you and finished right on your ass. “Fuck.” Trevor looked at the mess he made on your backside, he spent all that time backed up that it coated most of your ass, dripping down the sides. Jack himself was close as well, having restrained himself not wanting to finish before Trevor, and only took a few more strokes inside your mouth before he warned you.

“Get ready baby I’m gonna cum,” he brushed your hair a bit, relief in his voice. Soon you felt his warm seed coat the inside of your mouth, with you sucking his tip to drain him. Jack pulled himself out of you, your mouth closing with a ‘pop’ as you licked your lips. You swallowed, cause Jack did not train a spitter, and opened your mouth to show Jack you swallowed every drop. “That’s my good girl.” He smiled with approval.

Trevor got himself dressed as Jack got a baby wipe to clean you up. “Well, that settles it. Y/n thank you for the great fuck, Hughes, I’m never being nosy again, see you at the lake house this weekend?” Trevor laughed, dapping Jack up.

“Of course bro, I knew this would fix you being weird. Back to normal, and I know no more crazy ass ideas from me either,” Jack brought him in for a hug.

“Yeah, for real. Imma get goin tho, practice tomorrow and let you two love birds sit in that after sex bliss, see y’all,” he pointed to you both, before exiting out of the room.

“Bye Trev!” You shouted tiredly, worn out. He waved back at you one last time before he was finally out of Jack and yours sight.

Trevor closed your front door, making sure to lock it behind him. He rested his back on the door, letting out a big sigh. That had sealed it, and had turned out just how he expected it to. Fucking you had only made his crush worse, and now he had to hide it for the rest of his life.

“What the hell am I going to do now?”

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lovelydork505 · 27 days

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Platonic yandere! Uncle Iroh x reader

(tw: yandere, dark fiction, implied obsessive behaviour, mentions of manipulation)

This is just a concept, I actually haven't thought about it much this is basically just a word vomit.

No matter how you two meet, I feel like it's no surprise that he's not overbearing.

In fact, compared to ozai, he is pretty nice and reader probably won't even notice the rise of his tendencies as a yandere.

Uncle Iroh chooses and values humility over pride so he's pretty chill. He is wise and takes great joy if he manages to get reader to laugh with one of his jokes.

If you aren't a part of the royal family, maybe you originally meet him at a tea shop you frequent or work at.

How long he knows of you will also depend if you are from the fire nation or Ba sing se

His fixation probably starts if you reminded him on anyway shape or form of his deceased son. Even as wise as he is, Uncle Iroh is not imune to grief and it's sorrowful claws, which sometimes leads to some irrational paranoia (not that reader or anyone else is aware).

With that, he wishes to be by your side no matter what, it's enough to just bask in your presence and to know reader is safe and sound at all times.

I see him carrying something you own with him 24/7, so if your favourite necklace is suddenly missing don't worry to much about it. Oh? You're sad about it? He'll buy you another one so you'll always have with you something to remind you of him

He's actually really sweet period

Even though he's just an old man, don't let looks deceive you, he is pretty powerful, a general and brother of the Fire Lord Ozai, when it comes to you and your safety, if it's necessary he won't hesitate to use any of his titles, although he prefers peace over battle.

Teaches you a lot os things like how to brew tea property. Loves to make you tea and other blends

If you don't know how, he'll also teach you how to play pai sho

As we all know, he is great at giving advice when you come to him with your problems, he loves listening to you. If reader has any activities they enjoy he'll absolutely insist to participate.

Best emotional support and company, you'll find it easy to talk to him about anything and everything, and in the middle of your excited rambles you won't even realize the amount of personal questions you've answered and the kind man who is mentally memorising it all, drinking it like the golden liquid of the gods

He tells you stories of his time as a general, tales of the spirit world and shares his knowledge of culture from other nations.

He doesn't care if you can bend or not, you being you is enough.

His yandere side doesn't really shine through that much, he lets you have all the freedom you want but you'll come to notice that he's always near, seemingly afraid to stray too far.

Like a father, he praises you for everything not just because of his tendencies but because he's genuinely proud of you.

Even if he doesn't like it, he'll subtly manipulate you to stay with him or to not leave permanently without him for another path of life .

Of course, that's just the tip of the iceberg, once reader ceases to be oblivious of their situation some things are bound to change.

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pix3lplays · 10 months

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hii so uhm what if like one day the hsr boys (welt dan heng sampo jing yuan blade gepard) daughter brings home their bf idk i just think their reactions would be cute😭❤ also be sure to drink lots of water and eat well

Oh my goshhhh that is so cute I LOVE that, yes let’s do it!

Thank you!! I’ll take your advice!

-Honkai star rail men and their reactions to their daughter bringing home a boyfriend-

Welt Yang: Welt Yang is very respectful and polite when his daughter brings home a boyfriend for the first time. Though he’s also pretty anxious, and has lots of questions for the guy. He doesn’t mean to come off as nosy, he just can’t help it! He wants to make sure his daughter is safe! Once he’s satisfied with the questioning, he’s actually really happy his daughter has found someone she really likes, and he treats the guy very kindly, even if he’s a little sad to see his daughter growing up so fast.

Dan Heng: Dan Heng is a very intimidating dad to meet. The guy is so nervous haha, but he does his best to put on a brave face and make a good first impression. And Dan Heng is very respectful and calm, even though his resting face makes him seem a little…passive aggressive about the situation. He’s really not. He’s actually glad his daughter found someone she’s so comfortable and open with, and he wishes them well.

Sampo Koski: would absolutely use the opportunity to embarrass his daughter a bit, by showing old baby photos or telling stories from her youth. It makes the boyfriend feel more comfortable with him, and more understanding that you don’t need to be uptight around Sampo Koski. He likes her boyfriend, but he’s also not afraid to let him know what happens if he breaks his little girl’s heart.

Jing Yuan: The poor guy is so nervous to meet THE General of the Luofu, even at his girlfriend’s insistence that Jing Yuan was very chill and laid back, and (probably) wouldn’t give him a hard time over dating his daughter. You KNOW Jing Yuan is the type who says: will you make an honest woman of my daughter?The boyfriend is surprised at how…chill Jing Yuan is. He’s very playful, and jokes around the whole time. But at the end of the night he makes it very clear he won’t tolerate it if he hurts his daughter in any way. It’s a little scary to be honest! The General is SERIOUS.

Blade: isn’t happy to be meeting his daughter’s boyfriend. His arms are crossed at first, and he just stares at the boy when he offers a handshake. It’s…awkward. So awkward. And she KNEW her dad was going to be like this but she was hoping it would be at least a little less awkward than this. Blade is very open with the fact he doesn’t exactly approve of the boyfriend, but he also knows that Eventually he’s going to have to let his little girl go, as much as it hurts.

Gepard Landau: is just as nervous to meet the boyfriend as the boyfriend is to meet him, haha. He really really wants his daughter’s boyfriend to like him, and he’s worried that his status as a Captain and natural disposition will make him come off as intimidating. And oh does he ever! But he does his best to get along with his daughter’s boyfriend, and with time, the two of them actually hit it off pretty well.

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mando-abs · 7 months

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Preface: I am an 18+ blog, so minors don’t interact and keep scrolling

I know I was gonna do notes for the new Percy Jackson book, but in true Percy Jackson ADHD fashion, I stopped like a third of the way in bc it started feeling like a chore. And now I’m making this post days after finishing it 🤷🏻

But congratulations Rick Riordan on once again attracting his target reader audience

It was really good tho. If I wasn’t so bone tired lately, I would’ve finished it two days, but it took me like four lol. So if you have problems focusing on reading for long periods of time, this book is phenomenal (granted, I read oodles of college level books last year for my degree so middle grade is like a walk in the park but…my point still stands). This book is lower stakes than the original series, but if you love Percy as much as I do, this is great 😅😅 GIVE THAT BOY A BREAK

I’ll post a few spoilers below if you’re curious and nosey on what happens but don’t want to read the book. I encourage you to look up the general synopsis tho bc I’m not gonna write about that. This is gonna be my highlights.

Poseidon is a crocs and socks guy and I couldn’t be more happy. This is my biggest highlight. I’m not joking. Like of course he is. He’s also building an infinity pool in his underwater summer getaway which is just great. He’s trying to build a relationship ship with Percy so that’s great. Percy seems to be chill with that but he knows Poseidon’s gotta work for it.

Zeus being the reason why Percy’s gotta get 3 letters of recommendation. And why his first and only kite as a kid was struck down 😭😭😭

The existence of the restaurant Himbo Juice in this book surely means that Rick is aware of the femboy Hooters meme. Like I feel it in my nuggets

Percy and Annabeth sure are Percabeth-ing in this book and it gives me life. Like I can’t pinpoint an exact moment bc it’s everywhere.

I looooooove how Ganymede is painted as a victim of grooming in this book. Bc of course. And I looooove how Iris sympathizes with him bc she understands his situation and knows how he got an even worse deal than she did in his position. It’s also interesting how Riordan hops around this within the confines of middle grade fiction.

Also Ganymede feeling obligated to fill and top off everyone’s cups (demigod or not) was a nice touch

Iris has a demigod child that only loves monochrome and it’s killing her. Amazing

Sally Jackson is living her best life with Paul and is now a published author. AND SHE’S PREGNANT 😆😆😆😆😆😆 AND PERCY IS EXCITED TO BE A BIG BROTHER 😆😆😆😆😆😆😆 oh I love it. Honestly, I could have a book just on that with him doing big brother babysitting.

Hebe has a Chuck E Cheese establishment called Hebe Jeebies where people can become younger as they play games and eat cardboard pizza. And she has killer chickens that will eat your flesh and conduct chicken fights. ALSO THE MAIN CUSTOMERS BEING BOOMERS BC THEY CANT GROW UP IS HILARIOUS. Burn.

When the trio was turned 8 temporarily, Percy was so anxious bc childhood trauma obvi. But Percy going “I don’t want to go through growing up again. I won’t. I’m so scared,” was owie.

In fact, Percy being so anxious he pressure washed (pressure bombed?) a cave is relatable. If every time I had a panic attack I became a pressure washer, my neighborhood street would be so clean.

The god of old age (whose name escapes me) being the one who stole the chalice made a lot of sense. AND PERCY EMBRACED HIM INSTEAD OF FIGHTING HIM BC HE WILL BE FIGHTING OLD AGE HIS WHOLE LIFE AND HE WANTS TO GROW OLD😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I was tearing up. I think this was really targeted toward the young adult/approaching middle age audience. Damn you Riordan

Percy broke into Zeus’ chamber in Olympus to return the chalice and the only god to notice him was Athena!!!!!! They literally went “👁️👄👁️ 👀” She’s more tolerant of Percy being Athena’s boyfriend now!!! It’s gettin serious

Hmmmmmmmm

That’s all I have to say about that

#pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson #the chalice of the gods #the chalice of the gods spoilers #percy jackson spoilers

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fixfoxnox · 1 year

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When I first started reading SitO I had no idea who Jackson was and when I looked him up and saw he was the guy you play in the nuke mission in the original MW I was so glad to see you use him because the part where he dies was one of the only two scenes I remembered from that game. Recently I learned there were scrapped mission objectives that were going to have him survive the nuke. Now all I can picture is Jackson's survival being a well known thing in military circles and him making cracks about it to other people because whose gonna tell the guy that got nuked he can't joke about it? "Gaz please, this mild fever is nothing compared to the heat of the nuclear bla-" followed by Gaz trying to suffocate him with a pillow. He and Ghost start trying to out dark humor each other about their trauma while everyone around them is horrified.

AJDNNFJFJF NO PLEASE BECAUSE I KNOW THAT JACKSON IS SO EXCITED ONCE THE 141 KNOWS ABOUT THE REBIRTH STUFF SO HE CAN FINALLY CRACK JOKES ABOUT DYING

"Jackson don't do that, its dangerous."

"Can't be worse than a nuke lmao"

Gaz: *doing anything*

Jackson: damn, you make me hotter than that nuke did baby holy shit

Gaz absolutely hates it. Ghost is actually getting along with Jackson for the first time since knowing him. Soap is horrified every time. Price is silently resigned. Roach has been dealing with this for years (Roach has Jackson in his contacts as "🍄☁️" and Roach is in Jackson's phone as "🔥🪳" no one but them and Ghost think that its funny)

I also know Jackson would drop a "Where's another nuke when you need one" when he's in any situation that he doesn't want to be in lmao

Also I've lowkey been very surprised at how many people have told me that they didn't know Jackson before reading my fic. I really shouldn't be surprised since he only has like 4 missions though andjfnnfnf

It lowkey makes me wonder if there are people who think/thought that Jackson was an OC when I first introduced him. ALSO I WISH THAT JACKSON LIVED OMG

Fun facts about when I played Jackson's missions:

When I got to his first mission it took me like 30 minutes to do because I didn't realize I wasn't playing as Soap anymore (I talk a lot while playing games and was not paying attention bdbfjfnf)

So they're calling for Jackson to go do things and of course I don't realize I'm Jackson, so in my head I just have to wait for this npc to do something before I can continue. So for like 30 minutes I'm sitting there listening to them scream for Jackson to do something and I'm like "Damn this Jackson guy needs to get his shit together this is taking forever"

Then eventually I just went and did it and they were like "good job Jackson" and I was hit with the sudden realization of "oh shit I'M JACKSON"

Also after the Nuke cutscene happened, I was still like chilling and legit said outlook to myself "wow, I wonder how his next mission is going to handle this" like two seconds before they flashed the KIA on the screen sjdnfnnfnf

I am also deeply chaotic while playing Jackson for some reason like I full on do the dumbest shit while playing his missions snfjfbbf it took me forever to get through them on veteran cause I kept getting run over by the tank lmao

#thoughts with luke #you asked luke #something in the orange #paul jackson

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shytastemakerthing · 6 months

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hi id like to request a romantic twst matchup ^_^ i dont label my gender/sexuality and the way i present myself fluctuaes but i could consider myself as androgyne (he/she). im an afro-carib with caramel brown skin, 4a curly hair. im more on the chubby side with a round face (two moles on each side) and apple body shape. i have a bit of a resting bitch face as well.. and my voice is at most monotone amd flat.

im pretty calm and mellow most of the time.. like an observer in the background. im a soft-spoken guy. usually im relaxed and unshaken, though my motivation seems to come on a whim every other day so i may seem out of it at times. its easy to keep my composure for most things and keep my emotions in check. i have tendencies to be passive-aggressive when provoked and im kinda stubborn but i swear that im chill and friendly.

its easy for me to pick up from setbacks. im naturally intelligent but i dont really study to keep it.. its not like i dont want because, im quite self-aware, its just the lack of motivation. im also quite clever when the time comes and people still seem surprised abt it. im also a realist and i tend to give advice rather than comfort when the time comes. when im around the people i love i seem more chatty that usual, not like super loud or outgoing but im def enjoying myself.

i also laugh at like everything even if its unfunny as hell. my humor is mostly sarcasm and satire tbh. i like trying new things for the sake of trying new things. i also like playing video games, indulging in my interests (drawing, fashion, movies, etc) or whatever seems to catch my eye. ive been wanting to get a bass guitar and grow a garden one day. im also told im quite good with babies but not toddlers. quite the pacifier. my love languages are quality time and parallel play and id like to receive acts of service and words of affirmation (or the ones i give). thanks!! ^_^

A/N: Hello and thank you so much for your request, anon! I do hope that you like your match-up! Enjoy!

Tw: None

I match you with..........

Ruggie Bucchi

Honestly, with how crazy his life is, between doing jobs for Leona, jobs for anyone else, trying to get his schoolwork done, being like an unofficial vice housewarden for Savanaclaw, he needs someone who is as calming as yourself, After such a long day, knowing that he could easily retreat into the safety and comfort of your arms makes his hyena beyond thrilled. It's his favorite part of the day.

Ruggie loved just how real you can be about things. Too many people just beat around the bush or try to sugar coat things when there are times where you just need the brutal honesty of a situation. Seeing how he grew up, it was easy to say that he had a similar mindset. Not everything is all sunshine and rainbows. So the fact that you'll just tell him things as they are, no beating around the bush or trying to make things better, it is something that he greatly admired about you.

Look at the hyena and tell me he isn't sarcastic in some way, shape, or form. Sure, he absolutely loved himself a good laugh, oh, but he just loved your sarcasm. It always brings a snicker out of him. This means he will also get sarcastic with you and at you, or crack some jokes as well, some being better than others.

Seeing how you keep your composure is something that's always impressed him (even more so if your the Ramshackle prefect, because if he was ripped out of his world, put in a brand new one where he knew absolutely nothing, put in a dorm that was falling apart at the very foundation, he didn't think he could keep his cool the way that you do), and he certainly thinks that a lot of the students here could learn a thing or two from you.

Oh, he absolutely loves your hair! He has seen hair like yours before, but not often. Now, he is a very dedicated partner (and also got some experience with a lot of the kids that were in the village he grew up in), meaning he learned everything about your specific style of hair. How to care for it, how to style it, the whole nine yards. If you ever need someone to work with and style your hair, he's the hyena for the job (he will even do it for free....... or maybe at least for a doughnut)

Overall, Ruggie is a very dedicated partner. He may not have much, but he finds anyway that he can be able to show that he can provide for you. Just the fact that you actually looked his way and gave him a chance means more to him than you could ever possibly know.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst #matchups #twst imagines #disney twisted wonderland #romantic #twst ruggie #ruggie bucchi x reader #ruggie x reader #ruggie bucchi #twisted wonderland ruggie #twst ruggie bucchi #shy answers #shy writes

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toomuchracket · 1 year

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(for any universe) what do you think readers reaction is to George dating charli/ Adam being married bcz those are both crazy situations imo (in a good way ofc ofc)

they're all positive opinions, but i'll talk a bit about each universe and the differences!

flatmate/dad!matty universe: you've known those boys since you were a teenager, so seeing them settled down(ish) with women you absolutely love and you've made great friends with is just the best thing ever!! adam and carly getting married and then having a baby was definitely mad in the best possible way - the first of the group to do so - and really honestly inspired you and matty to do the same, seeing how well they both balanced work and domesticity. you like to joke with george that he's punching above his weight with charli, but really you don't think you know a more well-suited couple in so many different aspects. charli thinks you're a badass in your legal job, and you feel the same about her (obv lol) - you grow quite close as friends

dad!ross universe (which is really most of my ross fics tbh): again, you've known and worked with these boys since self-titled era, so it's so sweet to see them happily boo'ed up. i like to think that when george and charli started working together on music, you and ross were like "oh, you're going to end up falling in love. we know, we've been there lmao" - when it happened, you were elated for them. the two of you and adam and carly were kind of going through domestic developments at the same time - they got married and had kids slightly before you did - so it was really quite lovely to almost share these growths and experiences with them, especially considering how long you've all known each other.

d word matty universe: kinda similar to the ross universe in that you know the boys fairly well through work. i think you'll have met charli a few times before you and matty start dating, and even though you work with musicians daily you're kinda starstruck by her at first because she's so cool lmao; when she and george became a thing, while you were still just a colleague and not a gf, i reckon you were SHOOK. i also think you kinda witnessed adam and carly's relationship blossom from a bit of a distance and found it adorable, and then when you became a part of the group through matty your adoration just increased more and more - matty probably worried that you'd feel a bit freaked out by the fact they're his age and properly properly settled down, but you're chill, you like seeing them happy (and secretly you look forward to doing the same at some point, probably sooner than matty, who wants that with you but only at your pace, would expect from you lol)

birthday partyverse: this is an interesting one, because it's the only one of my universes that has you be a friend of matty's but not necessarily be as close with the rest of the band (diff friend groups and all). you know them all a little bit - enough to be happy for adam and carly when they get married and have their son before you and matty start dating, but nothing really more than that (you get on really well with them when you start to see them more often, though!). however, george and charli is different. it's a really fun one for this universe because i think you knew them both separately pre-getting together with matty; george you knew through matty, obv, and as a famous person in your own right you knew charli from attending some of the same events and parties and whatnot. i also think it would be fun if you found out they were dating from someone who wasn't matty, and you texted him like "omfg please tell george and charli that i'm absolutely obsessed with them as a couple. like i don't know either of them that well but christ it's so clear that they're a perfect match" lmao - and you tell them this yourself the first time you and matty double-date with them (because of course you do that). also think that, like flatmate/dad universe, you and charli end up becoming bffs through the boys <3

#mads muses #mads answers asks #flatmate!matty #dad!matty #dad!ross #d word matty #into the birthday partyverse

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mygwenchan · 1 year

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STRAY THOUGHTS WHILE WATCHING LOVE SYNDROME III - EP7

Another week, another episode of unhinged silliness and kink! And judging by the preview I've seen, this episode is gonna get spicy~ ✨

And we're starting off with a barbecue, my German heart is happy (I really need to clean my grill for that Angrillen tradition!)

Yes, J'Belle, tell us all the gossip~ Oh, a new name! Poom it is? Well, he goes right onto my Love Syndrome/Unforgotten Night character chart. I'm making one rn, cause maybe maybe I'll be able to remember who is friends with whom and who is an ex-boyfriend and... let's just say, I've only started yesterday and it's already a mess lol

Jealous Itt is jealous and Day loves it! In fact, Day loves it so much, he's willing to make the ultimate sacrifice. Oh my... Day ate well that night

J'Belle, not the sausage reference please OMG 🤣

Barely 10 minutes into the episode and it's already sexy time again~ Yeah, this ep is giving. Imagine if all amnesia cases could be solved with some good old humping in the sheets. The doctors would be jobless lol

On a side note: Is that Frank's real tattoo or a sticker? Hmm... I think I need to take a closer look. For science (Update: Yep, it's a real tattoo ^^)

And suddenly we're in a serious conversation about love vs using someone to satisfy their needs. Well, it is an important question Itt is asking here

"I want to remember..." Omg Day?! Are you finally coming around? Are you finally being nice to Itt? "...why did I even date a silly person like you" Dude... why are you playing us like this 😩 The sadistic tendencies are strong in this one

New drinking game just dropped: Every time someone eats cake, you have to drink a shot!

That fortune teller is my new spirit animal "Hit him with a stick and his memory will return" WHY?! 😂 (also, I have a feeling there was a raunchy joke in there that got lost in translation. Something something long hard sticks...)

(Itt smacking the memories back into Day, a reference image)

Oh no! There is a lurking shadow behind Day and Itt that will cause trouble? Who is it? Who keeps calling Itt from an unknown number? I need to know!

Aha! So the creepy guy is actually Pee! But did they really name the kid "Pee"? Really? Or is this another translation error. For the actors and character's sake, I really hope it's an error...

Anyway... Suddenly there's a flashback and guns and drama! So Pee is mafia as well or had a crush on Itt and wanted to get rid of Day or? I'm confused 😅

Flashback time again~ This time it's Itt bike racing. He actually used to be a little badass. Now he's a softie who only eats cake. See kids, this is what love does to a man lol

Day really needs to learn how to chill. Maybe he should pick up yoga or makramee or something

Noooo! Itt don't run onto the race track! Don't be stupid now, boy! ...And of course he is stupid, ah... 🤦‍♀️ Tbh Itt kind of deserved that punch

Awkward silence while Itt storms off and everyone else just stands around. Yeah, I've been in that situation before. It's super uncomfortable when friends of yours are a couple and they fight in front of you. Best strategy in my opinion is to quietly escape to the loo (the bathroom, an introverts best friend 🤗)

Also, another drinking game just dropped: Every time a group of guys stands awkwardly around Day or Itt, you have to drink two shots! Bonus round, if there's cake involved

Omg is Day going to cry?! He totally looks like he's going to cry. Aww, poor baby... Nope, never mind. Day decided that he'd rather break his arm again than to shed a single manly tear. Oh my

Ohhhh! Night is back, my sweet boy 🥰 He's so cute

And Night and Gear are once again the ones who have to fix Itt's and Day's relationship *le sigh*

"If you feel tired, how about running away?" Oh Night, I like you! Yes, Itt should totally go on a vacation, that boy really needs a break. Day can deal with his anger issues alone for all I care

And Itt is gone~ Can I just say that I love how both Gear and Night are so angry at Day? You go tell him, boys! Hehe (even though it looks like Gear almost get's drowned by Day in the next ep, it's still worth it 😌)

Alright, that's it for this episode! Next episode we'll get a new love interest for Itt, Day will have another temper tantrum and almost kills his brother-in-law and Night will be a lil cutie as always. So stay tuned~

#i think i'm actually getting used to frank's wig lol #love syndrome #love syndrome iii #love syndrome the series #gwen's watchlist #midnight thoughts

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sun-undone · 2 years

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OBX details that make me feral (6/?)

How JJ's true character slowly starts to reveal itself in the first few episodes

In 1x01, JJ is immediately established as the goofy, impulsive but well-meaning comic relief character both by John B's narration about him and through his actions in the first half of the pilot.

Based off of his excitement over the gun and trigger-happy attitude at the kegger, I think it's fair to say that he's likely not gonna be people's favorite character right off the bat. He's definitely the kind of person to act first, think later, and that could turn a lot of viewers off of his character at first because he's just too unpredictable for seemingly no reason.

However, we do get our first hint of something more when he has his “we got nothing to lose” speech, which shows some real desperation as he alludes to how he and John B, unlike Kie and Pope, truly have no one else in their lives who give a shit about them. The two of them are the least likely to ever actually make it out of the Cut, and alongside his frustration, there’s a vulnerability behind JJ’s words during that conversation that signals towards something deeper in his character. He feels like a real, multifaceted person for the first time in this moment, not just the crazy comic relief archetype.

(I think Rudy had said in an interview that this was the scene that he auditioned with, and that JD had helped him find the emotion behind this moment, so everyone say thank you JD for helping to create this nuanced brilliance)

Moving onward from this point, there are some other, small hints towards JJ's home situation in the rest of 1x01 and 1x02, like when he mentions how his dad made cargo hides for smugglers, did some of his own smuggling back in the day, and that the creepy guys who chased the Pogues through the marsh remind him of some of his dad's friends.

But in 1x03, we get our first real "oh shit" moment about JJ, and the way that it's done is just so fucking good.

JJ tells the security guard at the salvage yard that Luke had forced him to break in to get his cutting torch back after getting fired, threatening to hit JJ again if he didn’t do it. And based on how JJ has been characterized thus far as highly charismatic, resourceful, and quick on his feet, it is fair to assume that he’s completely making this up and is just a really good liar. But what’s so great about this moment is that while it is actually rooted in a very vulnerable and truthful reality, there is still too much that we don’t know about JJ’s home life to really know for sure what’s true.

We’re meant to kind of flip-flop between thinking that JJ is just putting on a show (because he’s been firmly characterized as "the funny one"), to questioning if maybe there’s actually some truth to his story (based on the fact that he tears up), and then back to thinking that it was all an act (since he smiles and wipes his tears once his back is turned to the guard).

So through this moment, we peel back another layer of JJ’s character, but it still leaves a lot of mystery left to uncover because it’s incredibly unclear what’s true and what’s just JJ being quick on his feet. This is the first time that the idea of abuse is explicitly tied to JJ’s character, and whether the audience thinks he is lying or not, that seed is still planted. After watching this moment, it's only natural to start looking deeper into everything that JJ says, especially when it seems like he's joking, because you feel like you can't really trust his surface-level characterization anymore. And the entire theme of JJ being a good liar that persists throughout the entire series gives me chills for this very reason. Fucking poetic cinema it’s so good.

Some smaller hints towards JJ’s home life are also dispersed throughout this episode, with the audience’s first look of Luke at Barry’s (before we even know that it’s Luke), JJ saying that Luke had gotten fired from the salvage yard for showing up shitfaced, and even JJ scrambling to make a sandwich with moldy bread, which on a rewatch is much less funny and much more depressing (like many things involving JJ). There's other elements to how JJ's story is revealed that I'm gonna talk about in later posts, but god I love this scene so much so it needed its own post.

I just adore how JJ is clearly introduced to us as one thing and then the rug is totally pulled out from under us, revealing that there is definitely more going on with him than we were first told about. It gives his character such an interesting dynamic with the audience right off the bat, and although all of the Pogues are complex and multifaceted, there isn't a slow unfolding of their characters like there is with JJ. I might just be projecting here, but I think that a lot of people connect to his character partially because of how the writing allows your perspective about him to shift as you put more and more pieces together with each passing episode.

The "more than meets the eye/tragic backstory" archetype is just so superior in every way, and this is a great example of how it can work so well to build a compelling character.

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#this is the kind of shit that gives me hope for s3's writing #the pates really did that #sof thinks too much about obx #outer banks #obx #jj maybank #rudy pankow #obx s1 #obx season 1

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dilfsuzanneyk · 8 months

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for the misc ask game, for han junjie or ace o'spades (or both):

❣🗣🤡👪🤔🗺👗🎲

thank you for the ask moon :DD i think i'll try to do for both but this is going to get long (you have been warned)

❣️ - What are their love languages?

for ace: ace loves making and giving gifts to people. they're always little things like a patch, or a shirt she bleached herself. but if it's something like your birthday she'll prepare something waaay in advance (like a painting maybe). other than that ace WILL give you a bunch of stupid nicknames as a sign of her love and that is a threat. take jack as an example. whatever ace does she's very open with the fact that she likes/loves someone, and she's veeery generous with her love.

for jun: jun isn't as outward with her love as ace is, but he does see spending time as a love language. jun is the type of person to really just drop everything if you needed her to. you need help running errands? he's there. you're just lonely and need someone to talk to? she's going to be at your doorstep in 5 minutes with food. also if you ever mention that you want something in front of him there is a 100% guarantee that she will either get it for you then and there or have it the next time you meet. she won't even say anything like "oh yeah you mentioned you wanted this so i got it for you", he'll just vaguely push it in your direction and tell you to take it.

🗣️ - How do they handle public speaking?

for ace: ace handles public speaking pretty well!! she gets incredibly stressed over it beforehand but the moment she's sprung into the situation, the words and jokes flow almost naturally. i say "almost" because there still are times where she comes off as awkward and a little not eloquent. it is very draining for her socially, too, so as much as she does somewhat enjoy it, she doesn't like how tired she gets after.

for jun: jun is a lot more laid back and chill with public speaking. he has no problem doing it without any warning beforehand, and is really eloquent with her words. she's less good at jokes but it's more of a "so lame it's funny" situation when it comes to that.

🤡 - What’s something dumb they’re embarrassed about?

for ace: ace has a pretty thick malay/singaporean accent naturally that she tries to hide. mostly it's because she got made fun of for it a lot, but also because she's been told that it makes her hard to understand. it slips through when she sings and gets particularly passionate about something, and she gets less embarrassed about it over the years. jack and jun think it's a cool accent. nikki thinks it's cute!!

for jun: jun also has a bit of an accent (more chinese singaporean!! i realise i never really made a proper post for jun jack or nikki so i guess this is how i reveal that jun is also singaporean) that she used to hide. after meeting ace and finding out she shared the same embarrassment he started to be less shy about it, though.

👪 - What’s their relationship with their parents like?

both of them have a somewhat strained relationship with their parents. ace doesn't talk to or see her parents anymore. jun is definitely closer with his mum (it was just the two of them when jun was growing up) than ace is with her parents, but jun doesn't go back to visit her mum a lot.

🤔 - What’s something they’ll never understand?

their genders and sexualities. both of them have a hard time describing it and so they simply don't.

also math.

🗺️ - What languages do they speak?

for ace: ace can speak english, malay and chinese! she grew up speaking mainly malay and learned english as a second language so she tends to have a bit of a problem translating her thoughts into english when she speaks.

for jun: jun speaks english and chinese. she grew up speaking mainly english, so has less of a problem speaking the language, but she does wish she was more fluent in chinese. she also wishes she could learn another language but she thinks she won't be able to commit to learning it.

👗 - How comfortable would they be wearing a skirt or dress?

ace would be, jun not at all.

🎲 - Pick a random question to answer from this list.

i'll answer the one about filler words!!

for ace: she swears a lot as a filler. sometimes when a word for something in english slips her mind she substitutes it by describing the thing and adding the word "bastard" after so it sounds more intentional. also she generally just peppers in some cusses into her sentences while she speaks. it's more of her way of "buying" time to think of her words.

for jun: jun uses the word "like" a LOT. he also slips in a "dude" or a "bro" or a "man" into almost every sentence. it's her way of speaking when she's really comfortable with a person, so you could see it as she just quite literally sees you as that; her dude.

#THANK YOU FOR THE ASK REALLY THIS WAS SO FUN #asks #ask games #moonlight19256 #ace o'spades #han junjie #long post

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ollieofthebeholder · 1 year

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to find promise of peace (and the solace of rest): a TMA fanfic

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Chapter 15: July 2016

They’d thrown her out of the Archives.

Sasha gnawed anxiously at her lower lip, arms folded tightly across her chest as she stood just outside the circle of flashing lights and activity. Logically, she knew why she’d been barred from returning to the building. Even if the gas was mostly gone and the worms were all dead, it was still a serious biohazard, and they had to make sure the worms were actually all dead. And the police still had to investigate what had happened, even if it was fairly straightforward.

But still…

“Anything?” The man who’d popped up to save her from…whatever was lurking in Artifact Storage emerged from the shadows at her shoulder. He looked exhausted, like he’d been sick for a long time, and he seemed chilled despite the warm July evening. His fingers twitched and flexed a lot like the way Jon’s did when he was having an anxiety spike.

“What brand do you smoke?” The question, which had no immediate relevance to the situation, slipped out without Sasha giving it conscious thought.

The man raised his eyebrows in surprise, then shrugged ruefully. “Woodbines, but I’m trying to quit. In theory. Those things will kill you, you know.”

He said it like it was some kind of dark joke. Sasha didn’t get the punchline, though. “Sorry, that was…you remind me of Jon. The fidgeting, I mean. He keeps trying to quit smoking, too, and he’ll manage for a while, but then he gets a really bad anxiety attack and sneaks a cigarette to calm himself down and then he’s off and hooked again.” She took a deep breath to stop the rambling. “And no. Nothing. I should…God, there should be something. They would have—would anyone tell me if…”

She swallowed hard against the end of the sentence. Would anyone tell me if they were dead? Bad enough to see the pair of bodies sprawled in the middle of a mass of worms, worse to know she was at least partially responsible for their state, but not knowing where the third was made things so much worse. And she wasn’t family. They could all be dead and she’d never know.

The man’s eyes went slightly unfocused as he stared at the Institute. “Only one aware enough of death to fear it died down there tonight. The worms were…ignorant. Unsatisfying.” He winced and closed his eyes, fingers curling into a fist. It was obvious he was in pain, although probably not as bad as when he’d collapsed to his knees after they’d escaped Artifact Storage, or when he’d had to stumble out of the Institute rather than venture down into the Archives with her.

“Seriously, are you okay?” Sasha decided to save the questions about the statement he’d just made for a later time. “If you’re—is it some kind of chronic pain thing or—”

“I’m fine.” The man took a deep breath and straightened. “Believe me, it’s better than the alternative.”

Sasha wasn’t so sure about that, or what the “alternative” was, but she let it pass. Although they weren’t dead, so there was that.

It belatedly occurred to her that she hadn’t actually acknowledged what had happened in Artifact Storage. “Thank you, by the way. For saving me. Whatever that…thing was, I’m pretty sure it would have killed me easily.”

“It would have,” the man replied, in the same offhand tone of voice Martin used when he rattled off some random fact without consciously being aware he was doing it. “You were Marked for Death. You’re fine now, though, so either the CO2 killed it too or it took someone else, or it’s just not looking to kill anymore. Or it was just circumstantial. I don’t know.”

“Oh. Good. Um. Thank you?” Sasha blinked at him. “What about you?”

“I’m not looking to kill you, either.”

“I mean, would it have killed you?”

A very faint blush rose in the man’s pale cheeks. “Oh. No, I don’t think it could have, but I’m not exactly keen to test that out.”

Not would, Sasha noted. Could. “All right, well, if you’re going to spout all this…my boss doesn’t like the word ‘spooky’, so let’s say ominous bullshit, that’s probably who you should talk to.”

The man gave a slightly hollow laugh. “You work for the Archives, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t worry. I owe the Archivist a statement anyway, and believe me, I’ll be around to pay up. But not tonight.”

Sasha didn’t point out that Jon was still in quarantine, so he’d have to stick around a while if he wanted to talk to him. “I’m pretty sure the Archives are going to be closed for a bit anyway.”

“Even if they weren’t. I have promises to keep.” Something in the man’s eyes softened, and he smiled a little, if only briefly.

Sasha was hit with the sudden, powerful memory of the four of them stepping out of the pub where they’d gone to celebrate surviving to the Christmas holidays into the clear December night, and Martin stopping, looking up at the sky, and reciting a poem in a soft, solemn voice. It sent a lance of pain through her, and she shook her head to clear it. “Well. Go keep them then. I’m going to stay here and figure out where my boys are.”

“Right. Be seeing you.” The man shrugged to settle his trench coat a little more securely and strode off.

Sasha watched him go, then turned her attention back to the Institute just in time to see the door open. She gasped in relief at the figure emerging and ran forward. “Tim!”

Tim looked up and flung out his arms, catching Sasha in a tight hug as she reached him. She clung to him just as hard, and she could feel him shaking. “Oh, thank God, I thought you were…I didn’t know what happened to you.”

“I’m okay, I—I’m okay.” Tim didn’t sound too sure of that, honestly. “I—Jon and Martin. Sash, have you seen them? Are they—we got separated, I-I lost them, and the police wouldn’t tell me anything—”

“They’re in quarantine, but they’ll be okay.” Sasha spoke forcefully. They would be okay, they had to be. She pulled back and looked Tim up and down anxiously. He didn’t look like he’d been bitten—and probably they wouldn’t have let him out if he had been—but there was a fine layer of grit clinging to him. At first she thought it was CO2 residue, but then she realized it had a more organic quality. “Where have you been?”

“Under the Institute. There are tunnels everywhere—I think it’s the remains of the old Millbank Prison complex—that’s where the worms were hiding. I found Jon and Martin huddled up in document storage, we escaped down there, and…” Tim closed his eyes, but a tear forced its way out of the corner of one and traced a path through the grime on his face. “I thought they were right behind me.”

“Oh, Tim.” Sasha hugged him again. “Did you just come up?”

Tim nodded against her cheek—he was only about three inches taller than she was and leaning on her kind of heavily. “Like two hours ago. Or maybe it just feels like two hours ago.”

Sasha’s stomach lurched. “Christ. That was—I was supervising them taking Jane Prentiss’ body off, and when I got back from that they wouldn’t let me down there…”

“Yeah, that was ‘cause of me. I’ve been going around in circles with them since I came up.” Tim took a deep breath. “Sasha…I found Gertrude Robinson’s body. She was down there. Still is, I guess. I told the police I didn’t remember where she was…which is true…and after the sixteenth time I repeated it, they finally gave in and let me go.” He pulled back, and Sasha flinched at the stark fear in his eyes. “She was murdered. Shot.”

Sasha sucked in a sharp breath. “Oh, God.”

“Yeah,” Tim said again. “We’ve got to find Jon and Martin.”

A slamming noise made both of them jump. Sasha whirled towards the source of the noise and almost gasped with relief as someone pulled aside the door to the quarantine tent, allowing a heavily-bandaged Jon to limp out. He paused, looked around him, and evidently spotted Tim and Sasha; his shoulders slumped with evident relief, and he began staggering determinedly towards them.

They met him halfway, catching him in a hug just before he fell over from overexertion. “You’re okay,” he gasped out. “I—I was so worried, I…where’s Martin? You sent him home already?”

“He’s not out yet,” Sasha told him. She tried not to hug him too hard; he was probably in pain, or masking it very well with painkillers. “We’re fine, Jon, are you…?”

“Fine.” Jon sounded about as convinced of that as Tim had a minute before. He pulled away from them, or tried to, and looked back towards the quarantine tent anxiously. A moment later, he sagged, necessitating both Tim and Sasha holding him up to keep him from falling over, as the tent opened once more and Martin came out, visibly exhausted and wrapped up like a mummy.

Tim stretched out a free arm to him; Sasha did the same. Martin managed more speed than Sasha would have expected in the shape he was in and joined another group hug. For a long moment, they just stood there, soaking in one another’s nearness and reveling in the fact that they were alive.

“Prentiss?” Jon finally asked, his voice muffled by Martin’s chest.

“Dead,” Sasha said. “I went with them to destroy her body, about an hour after…after they put you two in quarantine. She’s gone. So are the worms.”

Tim let out a soft, almost desperate-sounding laugh. “The CO2 worked. Score one for Michael, I guess. Who’d have thought?”

“I mean, most things die when you cut off their oxygen supply,” Martin mumbled. He took a deep breath and started to pull back. “We…I guess we need to talk.”

“Not here,” Tim and Sasha said in unison.

Jon took a deep breath, too, and extracted himself from the center of the hug—reluctantly, if Sasha was any judge, which was a change. He usually avoided physical contact, even if it was obvious he desperately needed it. “I’m open to suggestions. My, my flat’s kind of small and…we need somewhere safe.”

He looked up at Martin. Tim did, too. Sasha frowned at them, then turned a quizzical look on Martin, who rubbed the back of his neck, wincing as he nudged at a bandage. “I think I know a place.”

#ollie writes fanfic #to find promise of peace (and the solace of rest)#tma fanfic #tma #sasha james #tim stoker #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #mention of death #mention of smoking #mention of worms #panic tw

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mejomonster · 1 year

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Oh also, chapter 151, this whole scene I assume will be important later. And I know it was "high stakes" but it was just Incredibly funny to me lol?? Fei Du was 1 just SO utterly nonplussed about temporarily being hostage in a car 2 a little self destructive so would've been pretty chill even if someone had tried to kill him 3 his CHILL was scaring the fuck out of the driver holding him hostage (which was ALSO funny and i assume the criminal org thinks fei du is a threat and that's why they didn't try shit... but equally funny would've been if fei du was actually super risky just then and in a fucked up situation he Should NOT have been in and he just Didn't Give a Shit and his cavalier attitude is what made him seem still in control of the situation... and honestly I think in the past when he occasionally HAS lost control of situations he goes numb and relaxed and winged it and it tended to work). 4 the fact fei du IS CONFUSED but just compartmentalized that shit IMMEDIATELY. The second he was out of the car his brain was like "OK kidnapping over, I'll process the confusing statement he made about me seeing their leader later. Now back to FIRST task I left for: go to villa basement."

I always thought that they would be the first to come see me,” Fei Du said unhurriedly. “I hadn’t expected them to be more composed than I imagined, and much more cautious. To the last they’ve only dared to take a roundabout path, not meeting me face to face before Wei Zhanhong was ferreted out and my ill intent towards them was unfortunately revealed. Now, at the heart of the struggle, I figure they would love nothing better than to bury themselves deep underground and not come out. It won’t be possible now to make them contact me voluntarily… But I really didn’t expect that you people would be the first to appear in front of me.”

Fei Du had his head propped on his long, slender hand, tapping his temple from time to time, the frequency setting off the driver’s nervous breathing—each time he took a heavy breath, Fei Du would tap the side of his forehead once, as though pursuing his breaths with a forceful tempo, so the driver at once felt even more panicked and short of air.

“I’ve been considering it this whole time—what intersection do I have with you? I don’t think there is any. Or has the great individual behind you suddenly been inspired to come see me? Oh, yes, what do you call him?”

“We call him Teacher.” The feigned oiliness and flattery vanished from the driver’s face. In the midst of his tension, there was also some unspeakable grimness in his expression. “Since you’ve gotten involved in this business, you can’t say you have no intersection with us. Besides that—President Fei, I’m only an errand runner, a useless nobody. Even if you capture me, you won’t get anything useful out of me. But you’re different. No matter how great your resources, right now you’re still sitting alone in my car. Won’t your people hold back for fear of involving you?”

The finger at Fei Du’s temple slipped downward beside his lips. Without batting an eyelash, a joking expression appeared at the corners of his eyes, as though he were restraining a laugh, as though the threat he’d just heard had been adorably childish. The driver was inexplicably drawn in by his not-quite-smile, for a moment nearly suspecting he’d said something idiotic. He tightly clutched the weapon at his waist, the veins climbing up his neck.

Meanwhile, in the hospital, Luo Wenzhou was carefully considering the past events Director Lu had just told him about.

He couldn’t help thinking, why was it Binhai again? The members of the Su family had buried the bodies of the kidnapped girls in Binhai, Fan Siyuan had even chosen to jump into the sea in Binhai, and that patch of land in Binhai belonged to the mysterious Guangyao Fund—they’d investigated the Guangyao fund, arranged to talk to the company’s representative, but just as Fei Du had said, it was only a frail shell, a tentacle that could be cut off any time.

Perturbed, Luo Wenzhou pulled out his phone to look at the time, and found that there was a notification light flashing, showing there was a missed call or unread message. He opened it and only then saw the message Fei Du had sent.

Ordinarily, Fei Du occasionally went back to the office, and before winter vacation had started, he’d gone to school almost every day. While he no longer went out to fool around with his drinking buddies, he still had some indispensable social engagements. He wasn’t always home. But he did things very considerately. No matter where he was going, he’d tell Luo Wenzhou, both when he was leaving and when he was coming back. And once he’d told him, he would take it seriously, punctually keeping to the times he’d said.

“Going home to get something” didn’t fall into the category of “running around”; Luo Wenzhou ought to have read that and let it go. But perhaps because the hospital felt oppressive to him, Luo Wenzhou was suddenly uneasy. By the time he pulled himself together, he found he’d already called back.

Luo Wenzhou thought he was being kind of annoying. While he brought the speaker to his ear, he searched for an excuse to cover up his clingy behavior. Then he heard a mechanical female voice come over the phone: “The number you have dialed is busy…”

Luo Wenzhou paused, hung up, absently waited two minutes, then dialed again—it was still busy!

Fei Du wasn’t the sort of person who talked endlessly on the phone. Luo Wenzhou knew his habits. Normally when he picked up the phone, he’d exchange a couple of polite remarks at most, then say whatever he had to say. If more than a minute passed and he couldn’t say it clearly, he’d arrange to talk in person; he’d very rarely keep talking unimpeded.

Luo Wenzhou stood up. Just then, a nurse came over in haste. “Where are Fu Jiahui’s relatives? Who can sign? The patient’s condition isn’t very good.”

Tao Ran’s expression altered at once. Lu Youliang leapt up. Luo Wenzhou’s phone suddenly rang; he thought it was Fei Du and eagerly picked up without looking, but it was a colleague’s voice that came over the line: “Captain Luo, we’ve found one of the cars, but the person in it ran away!”

Luo Wenzhou took a deep breath, hearing the nurse saying to Director Lu, “That won’t do, it has to be a relative who signs…”

The colleague on the phone said, “Captain Luo, what do we do now?”

Luo Wenzhou’s gaze turned to Director Lu, hastily saying something to the nurse, then went past them to the opaque door of the operating room—he didn’t know whether Lao Yang was conscious in the underworld, whether he was watching, or how he would feel when he had seen.

Luo Wenzhou said, “Call for reinforcements, search all the surrounding surveillance cameras, contact the traffic advertisements, the nearby shopping centers, and the subway. Put out a missing person notice. Find Yang Xin and tell her…”

“Tell her what?”

“Tell her her mom’s dying and get the hell back to the hospital to sign!”

When he’d said this, Luo Wenzhou hung up the phone and gently pressed on Tao Ran’s relatively intact shoulder.

“Go on if you have something to take care of,” Tao Ran said quietly. “It’s no use staying here. I think if she gets the chance, she won’t want the last thing she sees to be the two of us… Go on.”

Luo Wenzhou didn’t say a word; he turned and left—

The beep of someone trying to call in came over Fei Du’s earbud for the third time. He ignored it. As though humoring a child, he said entirely insincerely to the driver, “All right, your threat is a great deterrent—will that do? Do you think you should tell me why you came?”

“Someone gave me some words to pass onto you, President Fei,” the driver said very tensely. “He said that you’ve seen him before, and he regrets being unable to come in person this time…”

Fei Du frowned faintly. “I’ve seen him before?”

The driver didn’t answer, only relayed the message with dedication: “Some things seem confusing, but it’s because that person is too crafty. But while the net of heaven has large meshes, it lets nothing through. There are no walls in the world that air can’t pass through, and hands that have been stained with blood can never be clean. He must already be at his wits’ end—there’s one important clue you ought to know.”

Hearing this bewildering message, Fei Du frowned and asked, “What ought I to know?”

“I don’t know that.—He also said, he hopes that this case can be resolved openly and clearly, in strict accordance with the rules, not leaving any points of suspicion, so in the end there can be an entirely unflawed accounting.” The driver slowly asked, “President Fei, can I leave?”

Fei Du’s gaze swept his tense shoulders. “A knife? A narcotic? A taser? Or…a gun? This is my first time running into someone holding a weapon asking me whether he could leave.”

Then, without waiting for the driver to speak, he laughed, pulled a hundred yuan bill out of his wallet, and threw it on the seat, opening the door and getting out of the car. “I don’t need a receipt, and there’s no need for change.”

Then, hands stuck in his pockets, he crossed the street to the villa estate without a look back.

#silent reading #lb #fei du

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cryptidofthekeys · 1 year

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Spooky Month Sona? FR this time?!?

so uh yeah here,, take him,, bc if i dont i realize im not gonna post him and it’ll get to a point where im self conscious about him fnjkdljkfdl things are always subject to change with my sona after i get stories n shit started so yeye but here’s CC

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| Name: Chase Crawford (I literally have to give any sonas a last name to differentiate them)

| Nicknames: CC, likes to be called Cryptid as well

| Gender: Trans FTM (He/Him)

| Age: N/A but an adult

| Height: 5’5”

| Species/Race: Human

| Occupation: Works wherever he can tbh

| Hair Color: Dark Brown (Spiky quiff)

| Eye Color: Gunmetal Blue

| Skin Color/Body Type: Extremely pale and also he’s fat

| Appearance: His main outfit is an oversized dark purple hoodie with a design of a single lavender dahlia on the front of it (the sleeves are lil bat-like wings when spread out) (the flower- okay ONE of the flower’s meanings is literally it means ‘Good taste’ no I’m not sorry for this one hah but also aside from the joke.

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Dahlias symbolize beauty, commitment, and kindness), he has black pants that match with three chains hanging down and they look distressed and a lil ripped up, some of the way bigger holes are patched up with purple patches (all he had on hand and he loved the aesthetic of it)

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And finally purple sneakers to match with his hoodie n such as that, he has some black gauges in his ears (they are magnetic ones lmao), he has dark circles under his eyes but he promises its fine, his eyes are just like that- Other than that he has a black binder he usually wears underneath and forgets to take off a LOT, he also has a circle beard.

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| Personality: CC is very sweet, kind, caring, he loves to help others out and sometimes pushes himself to the limit with it but w-we don’t need to get into that, he’s got anxieties n shit like that, basically got whatever the fuck is wrong with me buried deep in him I mean he IS a sona after all.

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He can be very oblivious until something is directly in his face essentially so he can get put in some particularly troubling situations, he really needs to pay more attention and read the room from time to time imma be honest, tries to see the good in everyone but he does have his limits, very protective of the ones he cares about, hates his parents which is a given bc they are horrible. He’s very chill most of the time, just overall sleepy and tired looking.

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I’m not lying when I say oblivious btw, like it legit- he has to s e e it with his own eyes because most of the time he’s dumb,, just like- he could see a fucking wanted poster of someone and be like …Oh, maybe they just look similar (v much not like my deltarune sona, this one is just a big ol dummy)

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…He DOES have dumb luck on his side though thankfully, so even with troubling situations, the universe just be saving his ass one step at a time. Which its funny because you’d think with all the horror movies n media he’s consumed it’d teach him a thing or to but it really doesn’t, he just out here living life, blissfully unaware of the danger he’s been in multiple times.

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He can also be a chaotic feral lil gremlin once you get past the social anxiety.

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| Side Facts: He’s REALLY into horror, he calls himself a ‘horror junkie’ even, has lots of horror merch in his home, movies, books, figures, etc- He’s just big into horror lmao, he loves to write a lot, you can find him on his computer a lot just writing some fics here and there (dw it’s not all horror …Although he has a LOT of horror fics he’s posted)

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When he’s not working he’s usually chilling at home, playing video games, writing, or listening to music, or hell just watching movies even. He does like to stay at home a lot as he’s very introverted but when he does go out it’s usually at night, he just prefers the night air, does he know its dangerous? Eh, who knows- He’ll usually have headphones on and playing music while he takes a fun lil stroll, blissfully unaware of his surroundings.

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Despite liking horror n shit like that, genuinely super sweet and friendly, is very much a pacifist unless you hurt his friends and then he can get pretty aggressive, a ray of sunshine if you will unless provoked.

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Cryptid lives in the middle of the town, his house is nothing too fancy really, just what he could afford, it’s painted purple and black though to match his aesthetic.

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Likewise, back to how I said he goes out at night completely unarmed and unprepared in general, headphones on so he couldn’t hear if someone was sneaking up on him, and you already know who the three I’m selfshipping him with are (ooh bold of me to mention selfshipping on my main, im getting more confident everyday) with but bc I wanna write their interaction later, none of them have met yet.

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Also usually listens to a lot of hard rock/heavy metal lmao, and sometimes just,, boom, goat simulator music.

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Plays the acoustic guitar in his spare time but seems self conscious when playing around others.

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Has three dogs, a brown Chihuahua named Tootsie Roll, a black and white Shih Tzu named Cash, and then finally he has a Chinese Crested he rescued off the street named ‘Winnie the Pooch’ calls him ‘Win/Winnie/Win-Win’ for short though, also sometimes calls Cash ‘Cashy’

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And calls the Chihuahua ‘my little tootsie roll’ he loves all of them, aside from being overprotective of his friends n such like that, honestly he WILL get violent to protect his lil babies especially, you try to hurt them or anything he WILL fuck you up.

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Also refers to the trio as ‘My little stinkers’ calls them stinky, crusty, etc a lot but it's very clear he loves and cherishes them, Tootsie is 4 years old, Winnie is 13 or that’s what the vet told him he looked to be about, and then finally Cash is 1 year old.

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I think one of the biggest differences in him is like,, despite being oblivious unlike my DR sona who knows like oof yikes this is dangerous,, i needa get the fuck outta here- this one is just a dumbass,, he looks at these three bastards and goes …oh shit they’re hot- im gay like BITCH THEY ARE MURDERERS, KIDNAPPERS, AND OR CANNIBALS- …as long as they don’t hurt his frens OR his dogs tho its aight

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Also,, CC’s Pansexual for the final tidbit.

#spooky month sr pelo #spooky month sona #bob velseb #tagging him bc y'all k n o w....#frank spooky month #dexter spooky month #also those two as well dfkflgfjdfs ...bc i realize #some people uh might not know

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WIP Wednesday Buddie Edition

I guess I'd just find it epic irony with the trope of Buck and Eddie figuring it out over a situation somewhat similar to how they started becoming friends. So yeah. We're back on 'em bombs. And my impulse control is still shit, so I will just keep spewing about this WIP. Cheers!

Working title: Reenact My Pain of Losing You

Basic idea: When the 118 is summoned to a field with actual trenches and not at all real soldiers of a world war, everyone is in for a bad surprise when the play turns dead serious. And it’s not just time that’s ticking for Buck and Eddie.

Find out more here: Part 1

“… The other guys didn’t know this idiot also purchased original M1917 stick grenades used by the Germans during the war. He wanted it to be a surprise,” Eddie says, feeling a dull ache in his jaw from grinding his teeth at the thought.

He hugs chest tightly as he stands in a circle with Bobby and the others. Eddie is aware that they are standing in a circle to keep him gravitating here instead of trying to get closer to the trench. And on any other occasion, he’d appreciate the unspoken gesture, but he can’t find the mind to really appreciate it.

Because Eddie doesn’t want to be in that circle. He needs to be with Buck. And Buck can’t be in the circle with them, and it feels like entire galaxies now lie between them, even though it’s objectively only a few hundred yards.

But Bobby told him he had to stay away, like everyone else. Which he knows is the best thing to do. He knows. But still. He needs to be with Buck. And he can’t be there. He is stuck in a circle, leaving his thought to gravitate around the situation instead of being out there with his partner.

And all that because some jackasses needed some authentic guns for their not at all authentic war.

“A surprise it surely was,” Bobby sighs, his lips pressed into a thin line.

“Tell me about it,” Eddie grunts, pinching the bridge of his nose. When he heard the explosion, his heart stopped for a moment, Eddie knows it did. And now it’s beating so fast that he finds it hard to breathe again.

For a moment, I thought he was dead. For a moment, just a moment…

Eddie takes a shuddering breath. Now is not the time to panic. He doesn’t panic, not now. Panic is no option. He knows this. He knows that it doesn’t help Buck. He knows that, too. So he needs to focus on this here, needs to gravitate towards the circle hopefully offering a solution.

“… The guy could tell me the brands and everything, but he knew shit about the condition the weapons are in when it comes to explosive impact and such. Seemingly didn’t say in the description on eBay,” Eddie continues, making his discontent no secret. “He was really just in for the aesthetic.”

Buck is in danger to fit some guy’s fucked-up aesthetic. Buck is in danger because someone thought it would add to the overall effect. Props. For props! Buck may die… No, no, no. We’re not going there. We’re not going anywhere near that again. No. Just no.

“Alright, we’ll have to wait for the EOD to arrive before we can make our move,” Bobby reasons, his voice leveled but nonetheless tensed, everyone can tell. “There’s two people in that trench right now, and I don’t plan on losing either of them.”

“Cap?” Buck’s voice rings out from over the radio. Everyone jumps a bit, then all eyes are on Bobby as he picks up the radio.

“Hey there, Buck. How are you holding up?”

“Oh, y’know, chilling on a bunch of old grenades was totally on my Buckley Bucket List,” he snorts.

Because of course, the guy to crack jokes in such a situation is always Evan Buckley, yours truly.

Bobby shakes his head with a sad smile, then goes on to say, “The EOD will be here any minute now, and then we’ll get you both out of there, because that’s surely on my list.”

“Sure thing, Cap. As far as I can judge, getting out Larry here won’t be much of a problem, safe for the fact that he’s fainted and did a nose dive. None too gracefully, I may add. I kinda hogged all the grenades underneath me. You know me, can’t share.”

Eddie closes his eyes for a moment. He knows why Buck is talking like that. He understands it. But the mental image of Buck lying on top of all those grenades, unable to move, forcing a smile… it makes him want to run towards the trench yet again. It makes him want to move, to do something. Yet, here he is, standing still, waiting. And he can’t even force a smile to offer even the slightest bit of comfort right now. He can just count on the gravity to keep him grounded here.

“We’re not taking any chances,” Bobby tells him, his voice stern but soft. “You stay where you are, and if Larry comes around, tell him to do the same and stay still, then radio us for assistance. Got it?”

“Have any intention to. The guy’s lost the plot – and the grenades. I wouldn’t trust that guy with a tray with just one glass on top,” Buck answers. “Or any tray at all, really.”

Eddie shakes his head, trying to control his breathing. Because his partner is in danger right as they speak. He is in danger – and he is alone. Because no, passed-out Larry doesn’t count. Buck is alone down there and Eddie can’t get to him. Which brings back none too kind memories of Buck under the ladder truck. When they were forced to stand by and wait as he scrambled on the asphalt, bloody and in pain.

Is that what it was like for Buck, when I got shot? he thinks distantly, but then discards the thought as quickly as it came. Now is not the time to revisit that. Now is not the time to dwell on the past.

Because Buck is down there.

In a trench.

And Eddie isn’t with him.

This is happening, ready or not.

And all that because they separated. Eddie can’t even be anywhere near that trench to give Buck at least the visual reassurance that he’s right there with him. All Buck sees is a trench and Larry and grenades and the dark sky above that shows no stars. And Eddie doesn’t know what to do with that.

I didn’t have his back. And now his back is against a pile of damn grenades.

“I guess I gotta consider myself lucky, though,” Buck snorts. “At least I’m not stuck underneath a laddertruck again. Like, at least we change up position.”

“That’s the spirit,” Bobby huffs, forcing a smile.

“Not exactly how I imagined my evening to conclude,” Buck continues, his voice growing fainter, quivering slightly towards the end, a bit more scared. Though he won’t show it, not completely. Buck never does, so long he can help it. Eddie knows he won’t. Because Buck wouldn’t want them to worry any more than they do by nature. Maybe it is because it scares him more to know them so worried.

“Same for all of us,” Bobby answers. “But you surely didn’t imagine yourself getting rescued from a trench either.”

“Now, that’s the spirit, Cap. You should print that on one of those motivational posters and put it up at the station. Like those hang in there kitten ones.”

“Tell you what, once this concludes, we’ll see if we can find one of those,” Bobby says.

“Sounds like a good plan,” Buck answers. There is something distant in his voice all of a sudden. It’s likely the level of awareness that comes with the job. Because Buck has said those things to so many people already. Because he asked people about their future plans, even if it’s just about the weekend. To create a sense of hope.

Surely, it is no magic trick, though they often wished it was. But it is a method, and once you know how it is used, it loses its effect, its magic. And there is something tugging at Eddie’s heartstrings, this almost childish wish for Buck to be able to have that sense of hope now. That the magic would still work somehow.

“Then we’ll do that,” Bobby continues.

“Yeah.”

Bobby’s smile fades when his eyes catch something in the distance. He raises his arm above his head and moves in that direction. Eddie turns his head to see a whole squadron approach, the man at the front waving back at him.

“Alright, ugh, the EOD is coming in now,” Bobby lets Buck know. “I’ll report back to you once I got some news for you. Just hang on tight.”

“Not going anywhere, Cap.”

Bobby grimaces as he turns his radio off. He exchanges a quick albeit shaky look with Eddie before going back into Captain Mode. Eddie is actually glad for it that he doesn’t have to keep it together like Bobby does. He still has no clue how Bobby does it. But that’s what Buck needs right now. A captain ahead of the game.

They wait for the squadron to arrive at the makeshift tent they put up. Which feels like a small eternity to Eddie, but he knows he can’t make his own fright their problem.

“Greg Tubman, EOD,” the man at the helm says, stretching out his hand to Bobby to take it. “You’re Captain Nash?”

“Yes,” Bobby nods, giving the other man’s hand a squeeze. “Thanks for coming in.”

“That’s what we’re getting paid for, after all. Alright,” Greg answers, clapping his hands together. “What information do we have? Tell me all you know.”

“There’s two people down in that trench, one of our own and a civilian who is unconscious right now. One old stick grenade went off. Our man says he lies on top of a bunch of more grenades. They haven’t exploded, but they still might. We don’t know what condition the explosives are in. They are supposedly authentic from World War One,” Bobby informs him.

Greg shakes his head. “It remains a mystery to me why people have these, sell these, and buy these. On friggin’ eBay or what not.”

“Same here,” Bobby sighs wearily. “But I can’t worry about that right now. We just want to get our man and the civilian out.”

“So do we. Okay…” He looks around. “We will assess the situation first. We brought our drone along. I wouldn’t want to move any team closer to the trench until we got a full picture of what awaits us down there.”

The rational part of Eddie that’s attentively listening to all details certainly agrees with that plan of action. The not so rational part still feels any urge to jump down there, or at the very least tell the EOD to get a damn move already. Because Buck may move by accident, a grenade may fall out and explode, anything can happen any damn second they don’t get him out. And they are stuck making plans and flying drones and dancing around the melting pot down below.

It just isn’t fair.

Bobby nods his head tightly. “Alright.”

“We will set up and start ASAP,” Greg ponders, then looks at Bobby again. “Can you get me your man on the radio?”

“Sure,” Bobby answers, grabbing the device. “Buck, you’ve got visitors.”

“I hope someone interesting. I’m fully booked this evening,” Buck huffs.

“I think you can squeeze in the EOD, can’t you?” Bobby chuckles softly.

“Lemme check… it appears I have a few minutes to spare,” Buck replies in a soft sing-song.

Bobby nods at Greg as he hands the radio over to him.

“Much appreciated that you take the time for me,” Greg laughs into the radio. “The name’s Greg, EOD.”

“Buck, LAFD. Royally fucked. Chilling on some grenades. Nice to meet you. Even though I can’t see your face right now,” Buck answers. “But yeah, mostly royally fucked right at this moment. And not at all in the kinky way.”

“We’ll see about that,” Greg chuckles. “Now, Buck. We’re setting up as we speak, so it’s only a matter of minutes until we get moving. Here’s what we’re gonna do: We’ll get a drone up above you to get a better visual of the situation.”

“I forgot to put on my makeup, though.”

“We can touch up those images later,” Greg assures him.

“Splendid!”

“Well, since the pictures will take a moment longer, we might just as well use your valuable time to talk about what happened,” Greg continues. “Any details are helpful for us to get a clear picture and thus determine the next steps to get you both out of there.”

Eddie perks his ears at that. Because he finds himself lacking that part. The part where he was not with Buck and everything ended up like this. He would know, had he stayed with him.

Maybe we wouldn’t even be in that situation, had we not split up…

“Larry here got a blow to the head when he and his mate started with the mortar. At least he kept yelling for Heinrich to get the mortar up again as he was fussing over ammo. My guess is that they didn’t know shit about recoil or possible malfunctions and it just blew up in their faces,” Buck recounts. “Larry went off on his own while the other started fussing over his weapons. And since then, Larry was set on protecting his trench from British invasion. Or firefighter invasion, for that same matter.”

Buck coughs lightly, trying to clear his throat, but Eddie can tell he really can’t, because he is taking shallow breaths at best. So not to set off any more grenades.

“So when I got down, he thought I was a Brit about to raid his stupid trench. First he played hide and seek with me, then he tried to attack me… Then he suddenly had that stupid stick grenade in his hand. I don’t know where he stored them, honest to God. I got it out of his hand and threw it as far away as I could before it exploded,” Buck explains.

Eddie can hear him blowing air through his nostrils to control his breathing, finding himself doing the same. That guy seriously tried to toss a grenade at Buck.

“I, I stumbled backwards over the box they kept all of the grenades in. From the impact of the blow… So, ugh, now I’m chilling on them, whereas Larry has been sleeping face-first in the mud since. It does not look comfortable, and to be perfectly honest with you, I don’t really feel sorry for him.”

Eddie observes Greg quietly, checks the man’s expressions for clues, for any hint of how bad he believes the situation to be. While he seems amused at some of Buck’s words, his frown seems to deepen more and more as Buck continues talking, which is never any good. When EOD is frowning, you know it’s bad.

“I, I didn’t know they had more of these grenades,” Buck adds feebly, sounding more miserable this time. “I still hoped they were just, ugh, just props, you know? Till Larry tried to blow one in my face.”

Eddie screws his eyes shut for a moment. He understands that Larry was out of it, but the thought of someone trying to throw explosives at his best friend, the thought that someone wants to harm Buck… he’ll never get used to it. And Eddie doesn’t want to. Because while Buck getting hurt sadly happens more often than not, it’s nothing he’ll ever get used to. He’ll never get used to it, won’t ever accept it.

“Okay. Did you feel any grenades move underneath you?” Greg wants to know.

“No. I’m making damn sure not to move by an inch,” Buck answers. “I don’t wanna take busting my ass too literally, y’know?”

“Very good. You have to keep that up, I’m afraid,” Greg tells him, nodding his head. “And by that I mean… you have to keep that up, yeah?”

“Sure, that’s gonna be fun. I really should’ve taken the pee break before we rushed out for the call, damn it. Though I may take a piss at these guys once this is over,” Buck ponders, then nearly whispers. “If it is.”

“Once it is,” Greg corrects him. “We will do whatever we can to get you out, Buck.”

“Looking forward for your invasion of the trench, Greg.”

“You and me both.”

Buck laughs shallowly on the other end of the line. Though again, it sounds more like a gentle cough that leaves Eddie with no air in his windpipe.

It might be his last. One jostle, one cough, and he might be gone. Buck might be gone, you hear? You hear?

“Alright, I won’t take up more of your precious time,” Greg says.

“You made it well worth it, Greg.”

“Much appreciated, Buck. I’ll talk to you soon again.”

“I’ll check my calendar in the meantime.”

“Do that. Till later.” Greg smiles thinly before he returns the radio back to Bobby. “I’m going to check in with my men to get that drone up ASAP.”

“Alright, thanks,” Bobby answers.

“See you in a bit.” With that, he walks off.

“Well, that’s not good,” Chim mutters with a tight grimace.

“That boy has the worst of luck,” Hen exhales wearily, pushing her glasses further up her nose.

“What are the odds, right?” Chim shakes his head.

They all know they are constantly battling the odds, but yes. Buck certainly is a man who lives against a great many odds. And Eddie just hopes that those are the kinds of odds he is to overcome yet again. Because that’s what Buck always does.

So you have to do it again, damn it. Be a miracle worker one more time, at least.

“Did you call Maddie yet?” Bobby asks Chimney with a tight grimace.

“I tried, but I think she left her phone at home when she went out to get groceries and then pick up Jee,” Chim answers. “She hasn’t read the text I sent her short before we got the call either.”

He looks down, kicking away invisible stones. In that regard, Eddie certainly doesn’t want to trade places with Chim. Having to tell someone you love that their family is in danger… you can never find the right words. Because there is no sufficient vocabulary for it. No script you can just go by that leaves the other person perhaps afraid but somewhat at ease.

How did Buck tell Christopher about me getting shot? he wonders, though it is another thought Eddie pushes away the best he can. There is no looking back. There is only looking forward. And while the magic trick of creating a sense of future doesn’t work on a firefighter as much anymore, Eddie understands that this is all they have. The future. And it better have Buck in it.

“So we can only wait, it seems,” Hen mumbles, chewing on her bottom lip.

Eddie hugs his arms all the tighter. There is nothing about this situation he likes, but he likes it even less that there is virtually nothing they can do but wait. Wait for the drone. Wait for images. Wait for this. Wait for that. Meanwhile, Buck is in that trench with only himself and a passed-out guy. There is no one right there with him. And that doesn’t sit right with Eddie. Not one bit.

“Eddie, they’re doing whatever they can.” Bobby’s voice echoes in his head for a while before Eddie can find it in himself to react. He lifts his gaze, offering a feeble grimace. “I should’ve been with him.”

He knows he should focus on the future, but this keeps nagging at him most prominently. He can’t know what something in the past was like for Buck, for Christopher. But he knows what it was like, five minutes ago, an hour ago. He knows how things could have played out, had they not separated, had Eddie been given the chance to have his partner’s back.

“Then it’d be the both of you in that trench on top of some grenades,” Bobby reasons, though it hardly gets through to Eddie.

“Bobby is right, Eddie,” Hen joins in, offering a gentle smile. “There was nothing to suggest that parting only a few feet would do harm. There are things we can’t foresee. You both made a good call.”

He shakes his head. “It doesn’t feel like it.”

Good calls don’t end with his partner on a bunch of grenades. Good calls end with them going home and having dinner together, watching a game, and goofing around with Christopher before tugging him in. Having another beer, watching a game. Sometimes talking, sometimes saying nothing at all. Lingering in that moment, sometimes maybe even longer than they should, before Buck’s keys jingle in his hand and he goes home. That’s how good calls end. Not like this.

“There may not be much we can do right at this moment, but we can make sure that Buck knows he isn’t alone down there. So I suggest we make sure he remains preoccupied.” Bobby taps the flat of his hand against Eddie’s radio. “He isn’t alone, Eddie. We won’t let him be.”

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