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honeybleed · 4 months

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content & warnings: female reader, nerd!armin x nerd!reader, black-coded reader, reader & armin are college students, suggestive and allusions to sex mdni

author’s note: lmao another reupload i say i can’t stand mr. arlert but i figured i’d repost this for ole times sake. it flopped the first time so let’s see.

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You hate men.

That’s a reoccurring thought you have when you actually have free time and go to any comic book store.

When you admire a comic that’s in mint condition behind the glass or a figurine, sooner or later some troglodyte will approach you and attempt to quiz you.

And sure enough, he appeared.

“Hello.” He said, starting off politely. Your guard was up but you maintained your pleasant demeanour.

“Hi…” You said, a smile plastered on your face.

"Are you thinking about purchasing that figure...?" He inquired his tone condescending, squinting his eyes.

"...If I was?" You shot back, masking your annoyance with a pleasant tone of voice.

“It’s a limited figure. There are only seven in existence as we speak, and I’d hate for it to go to somebody who isn’t a die-hard fan.” He responded.

“And what makes you think that I’m not?” You questioned, brows furrowing together.

He simply gave you a look up and down.

“A gut feeling.” He snarked.

“Sorry to bother you.” A gentle yet resolute voice called out behind you.

You turned to face whoever that was and you were met with vivid, crystalline eyes.

“I couldn’t help but notice your keychain-”

“Here it goes.” You thought to yourself. Now you were getting jumped by two at once.

“I have a matching one..” He chuckled.

Stuck.

The gentle features and pleasant grin of the man in front of you halted your defence mode.

“Oh!” You replied, attempting to regain your composure.

Your gaze was drawn to the keychain on his bag, his hand pulling it closer to give you a better look.

“Yeah.” He said with an earnest chuckle.

“That guy is an asshole.” Armin said bluntly as the two of you walked down the high street, out of the store. “I come here every Thursday, and without fail any cute girl that enters that shop, he’s got an entire quiz set up.”

You wrinkled your nose in disgust then sighed at the aspect of that going on any longer before Armin swooped in to save the day.

Then you looked up at him through your lashes and felt the urge to tease him. He was a familiar face on campus.

Professors and TAs both adored him since he always had something to add to the lesson.

He was articulate in his words, presenting concepts and deconstructing them.

There was no doubt he was one of the sharpest students in your college.

He was never condescending to those pupils who were hesitant about the subject. Support and clear walkthroughs that even professors could not provide.

“You think I’m cute, Armin?” You say, with a giggle.

“What am I, blind?” He responded with a snort. “Never took you for a compliment fisher.”

Your jaw went slack with disbelief at his dig.

“H-hey!” You stuttered, caught off-guard. “Am not!”

He had a smart mouth. You figured at first glance he was a pushover but boy were you wrong.

From then on, you met up with Armin every Thursday. The day he was free from his busy schedule.

You’d purposely begun to whisper to each other and cackle like hyenas to irritate the nerd bros you had clashed with in the comic book store.

Sometimes Armin would feel bold and do the lingering touches, like skimming a hand across your waist or full-on holding your hips when the store was busy which always made you swat his shoulder in annoyance and let out a disbelieving laugh.

Your relationship blossomed, and you went from just sometimes meeting up at that store, to spending the entire day over at his place building Lego sets and puzzles.

Card games were always an iffy one with Armin because he’d be sneaky and you always caught him out on it. And in response, he’d give you a sheepish smile and hold out his hands in defence.

“I wanna do something special for her.” He said as a passing comment to his best friend from childhood, Eren.

“What makes her so different from the other girls you bring over and geek out over nerdy crap?” Eren said with a derisive snort as his eyes were glued to the screen as his fingers flew over the game controller.

“Hey!” Armin protested, slightly irritated at Eren’s blunt comment pausing the game.

“Dude, whaaat?” Eren dragged out, glaring at Armin in irritation.

“So you’re gonna sit here and act like she hasn’t been hanging out with me for long?”

“Armin, I don’t give a crap about your love life!” Eren barked. “If she’s so special just amp up the nerdy shit.”

“Gee, thanks buddy.” Armin muttered, resuming the game. However, Eren’s words, albeit harsh spurred an idea within Armin.

He spent a week preparing this weekend excursion during both of your spring break.

When he first told about this vacation, he felt his pulse race as he saw the broad smile appear on your face.

Armin would do anything to make you happy.

In a place full of rare and exotic sea creatures, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

The way the light of the crystal clear waters illuminated your brown skin, the way your eyes glimmered in awe at the jellyfish floating across the tank.

The quiet hubbub of the hushed visitors whispering and humming added to his fixation on you.

He could’ve sworn at this very moment you two were the only people on the planet, let alone the aquarium.

As you both made your way deeper, you turned to look at the stingrays gliding through the waters.

“I still can’t forgive em.” You snorted as your eyes followed them.

“You hold grudges? Remind me to never cross you in the future.” Armin chortled.

“More like forgive but never forget.” You said. “Take that as a reminder, Arlert.”

“Duly noted.” He laughed as he put an arm around you and pulled you close.

Later on at the hotel you’re staying at, you’re just scrolling through your phone.

Your friends are blowing up your phone like crazy since the group’s resident misandrist going on a weekend trip with a man is the most outlandish shit they’d heard of in a long time.

Your palms are clammy, and there was slight unease in your stomach. You didn’t miss the way Armin’s repeatedly raked over your body throughout the entirety of the day.

You’d opted for something short since it was hot. And it wasn’t as if you were some sort of newbie. You and Armin went at it a few times.

But being away from everybody in a whole other state was new territory. And the look in those azure eyes of his was something you’d never seen before.

You bid your friends' goodnight, rolling your eyes at your best friends’ teasing, and rubbed your temples.

“What are they saying?” A voice suddenly calls out from behind the couch causing you to jolt from the seat.

“Why’d you sneak up on me like that, are you trying to give me a heart attack?!” You barked as your hand settled onto your chest.

“You’re so skittish today, like a deer. I don’t bite. Or do I…?” He says with a wink.

“Armin, please leave that Casanova act somewhere. It does not suit you..” You replied with a shaky laugh.

“Alright, alright.” He said, then the next thing you know his lips are on your neck and his hand is trailing up your shirt palming at one of your breasts.

It’s an awkward position, considering he’s crouched over the couch whilst you’re sat there but it feels too good for you to even think about that.

“Armin…” You finally say, breath hitching. “What are you-”

“Making you feel good, mhm?” He says with smugness in his tone, letting his teeth graze over the skin which makes you shudder and let out an embarrassing whiny sound.

“But…”

“But what, pretty girl? I know you wanted this for so long. So just let me, I’ll take care of you.”

You nod, then gesture for him to sit beside you on the couch. From there the almost predatory look in his eyes from earlier translated into his actions.

His hands were almost everywhere, tugging at your clothes and rushing you. Under normal circumstances, you would’ve checked him but it was flattering to see how badly he wanted you.

Your skin heat up from the way his palms slid across every curve and dip.

How he yanked you close to messily meet his lips, and he bit at your plump glossed lips, whining and groaning into the kiss.

When you pulled away for air, the obscene sight of Armin’s face scrunched up in downright neediness as his fist bunched your top and the string of saliva connecting the two of you made you shudder.

Your breaths were becoming shallow as the feeling of his pants getting tight underneath your clothed core pushed further and further into you.

Armin’s movements were jerky as he whimpered uncontrollably, unable to string a coherent sentence together.

Completely contrasting to the suave persona he was pushing only a few minutes ago.

Begging and pleading for more of you, as pink dusted across his cheeks and beads of sweat began to trickle down his forehead.

Throwing your head back, the feeling of you rolling your hips into clothed friction made you dizzy with lust.

He was chanting your name, that was the only thing he could muster out for a moment.

“Please, please, please..” He breathed out, voice pleading. “Let me feel all of you, it’s all I want..” A storm brewing in those eyes.

Soon enough, he was knocked out his arms snaked around your waist and head resting on your chest. Bodies sticky but you didn’t care.

You hate men. But perhaps Armin Arlert is an exception.

author’s note: rip steve irwin ✊🏽😔 also this was the keychain

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corpsebasil · 1 year

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Second in Command Part 2 18+

part 1

The entire crew had gone off to a tavern when you docked, the workers at the pier saying that the upkeep to the ship would only take a couple of hours. So you found yourself slightly drunk, watching Tolya and the Sun Summoner’s tracker friend as they linked arms and danced around, laughing and singing along to the rather raunchy bar song the occupants sang.

“How do you think he managed to get that hat?” Nikolai asked against the shell of your ear, eyeing the pirate hat that sat on the prized Grisha’s friend’s head.

“Beats me. At least it covers his lack of hair from my sight.” You shivered comically and Nikolai let out a boyish laugh, tightening his hold on you.

Your captain and you leaned together against the wall, your back to his chest, and you would be lying if you said the way his fingers ran softly back and forth against the slip of skin revealed by your shirt, his hand running across your midriff, was unpleasant. You almost jumped when his hand slipped completely under your shirt, palm resting flat against your lower stomach and tugging you closer to him.

“People are going to stare.” You whispered, but blushed when he propped his chin on your head, his eyes closing blissfully at the feel of you. He’d wanted this for weeks, had wanted to hold you since you’d shamelessly put him in his place days after you met, and he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to bask in every second of touching you that you allowed.

“Let them stare.” He said, and his other arm wrapped around your middle, holding you tight.

“You two,” a female voice said, and his eyes opened to see Tamar approaching with a glass of red wine in her hand. The rest of the crew had been drinking piss poor ale, but somehow you and Tamar had been mainlining vodka sodas and wine like it was your job. “are fucking adorable.”

“Don’t fuel his ego,” you quipped, and his smile grew when your hands came up to hold his arm, settling even closer into his chest. “it’s big enough as it is.”

Tamar’s head shook and she raised her glass in a gesture that meant cheers, before she tossed you a wink and moved to hunt down her brother and stop him from embarrassing her more than he already had.

“Want to get out of here?” Nikolai asked, removing his hand from your stomach and turning you in his arms, pulling your chest flush against his.

“And do what, Captain?” You teased. Saints, the drinks must’ve gone straight to your head. Just last night you had been adamant about keeping the two of you a secret, and now you were draped against him in front of the entire crew.

He grinned lazily, leaning in to brush a chaste kiss against your mouth.

“If I recall,” he said, reaching up to tuck your hair behind your ear. “you owe me a lingerie viewing.”

“A fashion show, perhaps? Try on my favorite sets and parade them in front of you?”

“It’s been my fantasy for months, darling.”

You giggled stupidly as he smiled, his gorgeous, gorgeous face only a few inches from yours, then yelped when he scooped you up bridal style and bid a loud, careless Goodnight to the crew. Your face turned red when someone wished him luck, riotous laugher echoing around the tavern, but your embarrassment faded the moment you two moved into the night and he set you on your feet.

“Ignore them.” He said, rolling his eyes at the tavern door, and then kissed you, your skin burning as you forgot to be ashamed at being so obviously on your way to his bed.

To Nikolai’s dismay, the lingerie fashion show did not end up happening. Instead, he watched from his bed, expression twisted in embarrassment as you snooped around his room, lingering by his bookshelf.

“Oh my god, you’re nasty.” You cackled, picking up a novel that he’d finished only a week ago. “‘Edmund’s mouth moved down her neck, licking and sucking her unblemished skin before his lips closed around her ni—‘”

“That’s enough, thank you.” Nikolai sighed, face red. You’d been reading bits from his rather interesting book collection for over five minutes now, your smile growing wider and wider as you scanned the pages, somehow managing to find the filthiest chapters and completely ignoring the very romantic parts. “It’s a love story. They’re in love.”

“You’re just as dirty as I am, Captain.” You laughed, wiggling your eyebrows suggestively. “Oh wait, I think I’ve read this one.” You picked up another book and cleared your throat, ignoring him when he climbed out of bed and strode over to you. “‘Meredith let out a loud moan when the prince—‘”

“End it. Please.” He groaned, yanking the novel out of your hands and pulling you towards his bed.

“I think she says those exact words about a paragraph down.”

“If you don’t stop, I’m not fucking you. I’m going to make Tamar my second, and you can swim with the fishes.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“I would dare. Try me, sweetheart.”

You grinned as you shoved him down and straddled him, pushing his coat off his shoulders. He shrugged it off, tossing it carelessly aside, then tugged your mouth down to his. He let out a soft groan when your fingers slipped into his hair, your nails scratching lightly.

“Shirt.” He mumbled, reaching for your hem. “Off.”

Your head spun as you obliged, letting him run his hands up your smooth back and waist. He looked down at you admiringly before removing his own shirt, and you almost choked at the sight of him bare in front of you.

“Saints, how many push-ups do you do a day?” You grumbled, one brow raised, and he let out a soft laugh.

“Would you believe me if I said I’m naturally this stunning?”

“Yeah. Sure.” You lied, then squeaked when he rolled you over, pinning you under him as one hand moved to your pant buttons. Your heartbeat quickened, faster and faster as he slid your trousers off and tossed them to the floor. But when his fingers hooked into the sides of your underwear you shot up, grabbing his wrist. “Wait, um—” You swallowed. “Before we do anything, I haven’t..” You looked away, embarrassed, and cringed a bit when Nikolai moved off the bed.

“Y/N,” he said, voice soft, as he slipped his own pants off and turned the lights out, climbing under the covers. “get in bed with me. It’s fine.”

“I’m nervous.” You admitted, cheeks heating at the gentle expression on his face. Why did he have to look so sweet when you were confessing something so lame. But you moved under the blankets, allowing him to kiss your mouth, then your forehead.

Then he moved your back against his broad chest, both arms around your waist as you settled up close to him, your head resting against the curve of his shoulder. His lips brushed your hair when he spoke, the sensation making you shiver.

“I’m going to go slow.” He murmured, and your stomach twisted at the roughness of his voice. You swallowed and nodded wordlessly, feeling him adjust enough to slide yours, then his, underwear off the two of you. “I need you to curve into me a bit more.” He said, running a hand over your bare hip, and you gasped a bit when you felt him against your entrance.

He made no move to push inside you, only massaged the skin at your hip and upper thigh, turning his head so that he could place soft kisses onto your neck. And when his hand wrapped around your front and gently stroked you, you almost whined.

“It might be uncomfortable. At first.” He told you, gathering your wetness onto his fingers as he gently worked them inside, getting you adjusted to the feel of it. You’d done this to yourself before, but his hands were bigger, and the stretch made you gasp and press your face against his arm. “You feel fantastic.” He sighed, curling his fingers deeper, and you let out a soft moan of pleasure.

Nikolai gritted his teeth, wanting nothing more than to slam up into you, but took his time like he’d promised, working you closer and closer until you were trembling, grinding against him, mumbling his name against his skin. He circled his fingers against the most sensitive part of you, closing his eyes and biting back a groan when you came, your face pressed against his shoulder as you gasped his name.

When you’d gotten your breath back he kissed your neck again, his hand still rubbing that spot. You whined and wriggled away, letting out a noise of complaint, and he huffed a laugh.

“Nikolai,” you mumbled, turning your head to kiss his arm. “I want you.”

Those words might’ve been the best things you’d ever said to him. So he looped his arm under your thigh, keeping your back to his chest as you curved against him, and slowly pushed the head of him inside. You gasped and squeezed your eyes shut, practically panting as his other hand continued to rub slow, soft circles against your skin, and he pushed forward inch by inch, letting you adjust.

Once he was fully inside, hips flush against your back, you slowly gasped for air, the feeling of complete and utter fullness making breathing difficult. He kissed your neck and ran his thumb over your leg, whispering to you as he pulled out and slowly, so slowly, moved back in.

“You okay?” He asked, voice sleepy and soft as he moved. You could only sigh, rocking back against him as he kept up a languid, gentle pace, every stroke making his head spin and his chest tighten. “Saints, you feel—” he groaned and pressed his forehead against your neck, increasing his pace by a degree, earning a noise from you that made his blood pressure rise.

“Nik,” you breathed, gripping his arm. “want you…on top of me.” Your voice was strained as he pulled away and moved over you, thrusting back in with enough force to make you gasp, your nails digging into his back. “Nik.”

“Y/N.” Was his weak response, and you took his face into your hands, kissing him sweetly. It took every ounce of composure to hold back but, when he felt you tremble underneath him, your grip tightening on a whimper, he broke, biting back a groan as his mouth sucked on the skin of your neck.

You laid there in the silence, both catching your breath, before you finally calmed, running your hands through his hair and over his neck and back.

“That was—” Nikolai swallowed and pulled away, rolling over and closing his eyes for a moment. “Good gods, Y/N.”

“Mhmm.” You mumbled sleepily, turning on your side to wrap around him. He was so warm, and his body was perfect, and you felt yourself slipping into a dream filled trance as his lips kissed the top of your head.

“My love.” You heard him sigh, and your heart warmed as you finally fell asleep.

The next morning, after showering and washing up, you slipped on one of Nikolai’s oversized shirts and headed down to breakfast, running a hand over your tired face as you went. He was already seated at the table, boot propped up on the chair beside him, and you smiled shyly when he moved his leg at your approach.

“Good morning, darling.” He said, eyes sparkling with mischief as you walked over to him. “And whose shirt might that be? He must be devilishly handsome to win your heart.”

“Yours.” You murmured, still feeling half asleep, and didn’t truly consider what you were doing before you gave him a soft kiss and sat down, propping your head against his shoulder. Lord he smelled good. You made a mental note to make sure his cologne was constantly stocked from now on.

He looped an arm around your waist immediately, going back to his conversation with Tolya, but the man could only gape at his captain and friend in surprise.

“When did that happen?” He asked, pointing to the both of you, and your face warmed.

“I’ve been telling you this for weeks.” Tamar argued, shooting you a grin. “Idiot. For a hopeless romantic you sure can’t recognize it when its under your nose.”

“I find romance to be more noticeable when it’s under you.” Nikolai teased, earning a pinch from you in response. “Woman, don’t injure me. I’m fragile.”

“Sure you are.” You grinned, allowing him to pull you closer into his side, and your heart softened further when he pushed his plate towards you and offered you some of his own breakfast.

Hello hellllllooooo ladies and gentlemen I hope you liked this one! Make sure to send me the nastiest filthiest most horrendous requests you possibly can because I am up for it!

Also if anyone has some comedic plot lines I’d love to flex my skills at humor thank you and goodnight <3

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 7 months

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Eddie never got to band practice on time, but he did it for the first time today. He pulled into the driveway of Gareth's driveway and politely knocked on the front door. He exchanged pleasantries with Gareth's mom, someone he always got along with, and bounded up the stairs to Gareth's room. He knocked obnoxiously on the door.

"Oh, Gareth the great, Eddie the Banished has arrived on time for once to seek audience with your greatness," Eddie said.

He tilted his head to hear what was going on inside. There was the sound of scrambling like there was more than one person in there, then the closing of a door.

"You may enter, Eddie the Banished!" Gareth exclaimed.

When Eddie came in, Gareth was relaxing casually on the bed, reading a comic book upside down. Eddie chose to ignore it and pulled up his desk chair close to the bed. He stared at his best friend for a while, and Gareth sighed as he tossed the comic aside.

"What's up?" Gareth asked.

"Did you always know you've liked guys?" Eddie asked.

"Yes," Gareth replied.

"So, there were never any doubts about it? Maybe you liked girls at first?" Eddie asked.

"Uh, no," Gareth said. "I've always been strictly into dick."

"Oh," Eddie said softly.

"Is this about Steve?" Gareth asked.

"What? No!" Eddie scoffed and then paused. "How'd you know?"

"Man, I've seen the way you look at him. I wasn't sure if you knew or not, and if you did, then you would come to me when you were ready," Gareth said. "Which is why I went to Indie for some zines. I figured I should probably study up on any questions you might have. Do you still like girls?"

"Yeah, definitely," Eddie said.

"You ever look at guys the same way you look at girls?" Gareth asked.

"Yeah. I didn't really think about it much at the time," Eddie said.

"I think the results are in. Keep in mind that you don't have to label yourself. But you might just be bisexual," Gareth told him.

"Bisexual. Bi-sex-ual. Bisexual. Bisexual? Bisexual! BISEXUAL!" Eddie yelped. "Hey, isn't Bowie bisexual?"

"Yeah, Eddie, he is," Gareth laughed.

Eddie grinned. Yeah, that definitely felt like him. His grin dropped.

"Now what?" Eddie asked.

"Now, you go get your man. If you're ready for that, I'll let the others know that practice is canceled," he told Eddie.

"Okay, but what if he doesn't like guys?" Eddie asked.

"You've got to ask yourself if he's worth the risk, man," Gareth told him. "Is he worth the risk?"

"Yeah, he definitely is," Eddie grinned.

"Okay, then. . . Eddie, I love you and I'm happy for you, but please get the fuck out now," he said.

Eddie cackled and started to leave but paused at the door.

"Hey, Baby Byers?" Eddie called out.

There was some startled movement from inside of Gareth's closet.

"Yeah?" Will called out meekly.

"You don't tell anyone what I said here, and I promise that I won't tell anyone that you hid in Gare-bear's closet. Okay?" Eddie asked, not unkindly.

"Okay!"

Eddie winked at Gareth before leaving. He saluted Gareth's mother before skipping out of the house. As he drove off, he started to get nervous. Maybe he should give himself more time to think about this? Nah, he didn't need any more time. He knew without a doubt now that this was who he was, and he knew what he wanted. Eddie pulled into Steve’s driveway and stumbled out of the van. Without even knocking or bothering to check to see if Steve was actually home, Eddie stormed into the house. He followed the sound of the TV and found Steve sprawled out on the couch watching TV.

"Eddie?!" Steve exclaimed and turned off the television. "Is something wrong? Did something happen?"

"Nothing bad, I swear. I know who I am now! Isn't that great?" Eddie asked.

"Oh God, at what point did you get temporary amnesia?" Steve asked, and Eddie laughed, plopping down next to him.

"No, silly, that's not what I meant," Eddie laughed. "I know for a fact that I'm bisexual. I like men and women. Isn't that fucking fantastic?"

"Yeah, Eddie, that's great! Thanks for telling me," Steve said with a pause. "Is there something or anyone that might have made you realize this?"

"Well, I came to this realization because I was starting to develop feelings for a certain someone," Eddie said.

"Oh, yeah, tell me a little bit about this someone," Steve said. "If you can."

"Well, he's got a great personality, great hair, and he looks devilishly handsome in my vest," Eddie said coyly.

"Didn't know you were so narcissistic, Eddie," Steve smirked.

"I was talking about you, big boy," Eddie laughed.

"I was hoping you'd say that," Steve said.

Steve cupped the back of Eddie's neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Eddie kissed back eagerly and crawled into Steve’s lap. His lips were as soft as Eddie had been imagining, something he no longer had to fight to ignore. He slid his fingers into Steve’s hair, curling gently into it. God, his hair was softer than he thought it would be. Steve smiled against his lips, his fingers moving to slide under the hem of his shirt. Eddie suppressed a shiver as Steve’s skin made contact with his. Eddie pressed his tongue against Steve’s lips. Steve’s mouth opened, allowing Eddie's tongue to slither in.

"I told you he likes you!" A voice yelled out.

Steve and Eddie broke apart rather quickly. Eddie would have fallen off the couch had Steve not gripped his hips tightly. Robin was sitting on the couch next to them, munching on popcorn.

"Popcorn is done. Are you finished making out with your boyfriend?" Robin asked. "Can we watch the movie now?"

"Boyfriend?" Eddie asked.

"Yes," Steve replied.

Eddie moved to sit between him and Robin, grabbing a fistful of popcorn.

"Hey! I was here first!" Robin exclaimed.

"What movie are we watching?" Eddie asked.

"I don't know, Robin picked it out," Steve replied.

"I'll let you join just this once because you just got together with Steve, but you should know that Saturday evenings are reserved for me and Steve," Robin said and then paused, making her voice soft. "I'm glad you figured things out."

"Me too," Eddie replied.

He settled into Steve’s arms. Yes, he was quite glad he had it all figured out.

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spookymystery67 · 16 days

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I Wish I Could Walk In Heels

AN: Long time no see. This took way longer than I had hoped. I guess life is really kicking my ass right now, so apologies. I really appreciate all the support from everyone who reads/comments/likes my story. It really helps with motivation when I feel like my writing is awful. I hope you all enjoy this chapter! I'm hoping that now that we're moving on to the actual game story line that it will be easier to get chapters out now that I don't have to rely fully on my imagination. It's lacking right now lol. Enjoy!

Chapter 19:

-2004-

“You'd think you and I would have learned our lesson by now.”

“Just help me get down, you lunatic.” You grumbled once you could look at her properly, as you were finally done spinning in uncontrollable circles.

Ada couldn't keep her composure any longer and let out an amused laugh at your predicament. She tried a few times to stop and regain her breathing, successfully doing so before she looked back up at you, only to begin laughing harder once more when she caught your unamused glare.

She couldn't take you seriously when you were hanging upside down by your left leg from a beam, struggling to get yourself free from the tangle of wire as you growled at yourself over your failure. Your growling was turned to aim at her when she had made no move to help you down and her laughter showed no sign of slowing down.

“Ada, my love. Please stop laughing and get me down from here.” You said as sweetly as possible through your irritation. You were becoming more and more lightheaded the longer you were stuck up there and your leg was going numb from holding all your weight.

Ada had to brace her hands against her knees to stop herself from falling over due to her laughter throwing her off balance. She stood to full height as her laughter slowed down to a stop, looking at you with fondness and love in her expression.

“Of course, my love.” She moves to help carefully untangle you. “You know, maybe it's time you give up on the grappling hook. It's only ever caused you pain and embarrassment.”

“True, but it also brings you amusement.” You pointed out. Ada nodded in agreement.

“Definitely. But I don't want to see you get hurt, dear. Plus, it's been six years. It's just not meant to be if you haven't got the hang of it by now.” Ada said as she finally untangled you. She quickly caught you as you fell, placing you gently on the ground and holding you steady as you tried to get over the dizziness that nearly made you tumble to the floor of the abandoned warehouse building you both chose to practice in.

You huffed in disappointment. “But I don't want to give it up. It's cool.”

Ada smirked. “Only when you can actually use it correctly.” You playfully shoved her away from you in response to her teasing.

“Well, apparently not everyone can be as cool as you.”

Ada shook her head in amusement as she wrapped her arms around your waist, pulling you in close. “Oh hush. You are cool. Just in your own, unique, way that others may not fully understand.” She cooed.

You raised a brow, unimpressed with her teasing attempt to “comfort” your bruised ego. But, you couldn't resist her soft smile and beautiful brown eyes for long.

Your face broke into a smile and you gave up on being fake angry with her. “Fine. I give up. Clearly the only people that can use grappling hooks are you and Batman.”

“Does Batman use grappling hooks?” Ada questioned, having no knowledge on comic book superheroes.

You shrugged. “How else does he get on top of those tall ass buildings to stare out into Gotham City and brood?”

“The elevator?” Ada sassed.

The mental image you conjured up of Bruce Wayne dressed up as Batman trying to ride an elevator to the top without being seen by civilians makes you let out a cackle. Ada looked as proud as she always did to get that reaction out of you from her stupid jokes.

“So, I was thinking.” Ada started, still holding you in her embrace. “Maybe we can take a break from work for a while. Have a little vacation for a few weeks and just enjoy each other's company.”

You looked back up at her with surprise. “Ada Wong, the most workaholic person I have ever known, wants to take a break from work?”

Ada raised a brow and squeezed your waist tighter with a smirk. “Is that not what I just said? Do we need to get your hearing checked?” She said as she lightly flicked your ear.

You swatted her hand away with a fake glare. “Well excuse me for being skeptical. Any breaks that we've had over the last six years were the result of me whining and begging you to submit due to sheer annoyance.”

“I was never annoyed with you. I just like to play hard to get.”

You looked at her in mock confusion. “Hmm, you weren't that hard for me to get.”

“But if anyone asks, I was. I have a reputation to uphold here.” Ada teased. She playfully booped your nose just to see it scrunch up in reaction. Her smile widened as your brows furrowed in slight irritation from the gesture. “So… is that vacation a no?”

You quickly shake your head. “No! Not a no. I wouldn't mind taking a breather. Any place you have in mind?”

Ada shrugged with a smug smirk. “I have an idea or two. But it's a surprise.”

You had a love/hate relationship with surprises. Under normal circumstances, you hated not knowing what “surprise” someone thought up involving you. But with Ada, you tend to love whatever surprise she had for you. She never did anything that would make you uncomfortable and always took note of whatever interested you and kept them in mind for said surprises in the future.

“Hmm, alright. Knowing you, I wouldn't hate it.” You accepted.

Ada goes to respond when a voice from behind you interrupted, making her freeze for a moment as she looked over your shoulder.

“So this is what you have been up to these last six years, Ada. Playing house.”

You quickly turned to face the intruder as Ada moved to subtly stand slightly between you and the unknown man. He looked vaguely familiar. But you couldn't quite put a finger on it.

Though judging by the way Ada was immediately on guard, you could easily assume the stranger was bad news.

“I quite honestly never pegged you as the type to settle down. You always seemed to prefer to be constantly on the move.” The man said.

You observed him as he walked closer to the two of you. His demeanor screamed professional and dangerous. The type of guy with a no nonsense and straight to business attitude. He seemed completely unbothered by your presence, or by the gun in your hand that you took out and had pointed at him as you moved to stand by Ada. So she wouldn't be in the crossfire.

The man had blonde, slicked back hair and pale skin. His age seemed to be around his thirties or forties from what you could tell. He wore dark, professional clothing and donned a pair of sunglasses that covered the color of his eyes.

The sunglasses kind of reminded you of when Ada had worn hers back in Raccoon City, as they were completely pointless in the dimmed lighting of the warehouse you and Ada had deemed appropriate for training.

“Yeah, well, I'm full of surprises.” Ada purred dryly. Her guard was up. Her mask on. Unbothered. Toeing the line between professional and flirty. She nudged you slightly, her way of telling you to put your gun down. You listened, trusting her to know how best to handle the situation.

“I'm fully aware. Don't think I have forgotten that you had backed out of our deal, Ada. You're lucky I have more important things to concern myself with other than wanting you and your little girlfriend dead.” The man said.

Oh.

You should have known.

This was Albert Wesker. That's why he looked familiar. You had seen a picture of him six years ago when you were snooping through files just before Raccoon city fell. You also, very clearly, remembered that this man had wanted you dead and for Ada to do the job. You wondered if that was still the case, but decided to keep your mouth shut for the time being.

“Why are you here?” Ada questioned, wanting nothing more than to get you away from the man. But, she had to engage in conversation with him. She already knew that fighting your way out of this would be pointless and needlessly dangerous for the both of you.

She could handle this without endangering you.

“Business. I have a job for you. One that requires your particular skill set. Despite your previous failure,” Even with his sunglasses on, you could tell from his tone alone that he was giving you the side eye. “I am willing to give you another chance. And you will be paid, of course.”

Ada raised a brow as she swayed closer to shield you once more.

“That doesn't sound like you. Giving people second chances.” She skeptically stated. Though, it sounded almost like playful teasing with her mask on. You saw right through it.

“You're not the only one who is full of surprises.” Wesker deadpanned. He seemed bored of the entire conversation.

She smirked. “And if I refuse?” Ada seemed to already know the answer to this question, but asked it anyway.

“Simple. I will kill your little girlfriend here.” He pointed toward you, before turning back to Ada. “And then I will kill you. But you already knew this. Don't waste my time with idiotic questions. Now, what will it be?”

You didn't really like being so casually threatened. But you stayed silent.

Ada glanced back at you, who was quiet throughout the conversation, debating. While you felt you both could take him in a fight, you still had to consider the alternative.

Umbrella wasn't at all as powerful or influential as it was six years ago. Both you and Ada had a part in that downfall. You had a feeling Wesker knew this. Was he even a part of Umbrella still? Neither of you knew for sure.

But you had to assume that he still has some influence in whatever he was a part of. Meaning he had numbers. Meaning he had back up. Of course he has back up, he's not an idiot. You likely wouldn't make it out alive if Ada refused and tried to fight him off.

All the more reason to accept his threat/offer.

You gave her a single nod, knowing she had a similar thought process as you. She knew the best way out of this situation. She knew him better. Yet she still paused for your input, making a warm feeling pool in your chest at the fact she cared about how you felt in the situation. You forced yourself to brush it off.

Now is not the time to get distracted by the love of your girlfriend.

Ada turned to face Wesker. “We're a package deal. I won't go anywhere without her.” She said, referring to you.

Wesker looked unimpressed, but accepted nonetheless. “Very well. The payment I have in mind is more than enough for two. But if she interferes with the missions in any way, you both will regret it.”

You didn't appreciate being bad-mouthed like you weren't even there in the room to listen. You spoke up for the first time since Wesker had made his presence known.

“Don't worry, I won't sabotage the mission.” You affirmed. You had a lot more unpleasant words you wanted to say in mind, but chose to not risk the situation turning into more of a problem.

Ada nodded in agreement. “I trust her more than anyone to help me get things done.” Her sincerity shone brightly through the mask she donned for Wesker. You weren't sure he even noticed, or cared to.

“Wonderful.” Wesker deadpanned. “Shall we discuss the details.”

—

You and Ada had to endure hours of debrief from Wesker. To sum it up, the mission was to take place in a village in Spain called Los Iluminados, where you were both to obtain an object called the Amber by someone named Luis.

You've also both figured out that Wesker is part of the Organization Ada works for. And, by extension, you. The fact that for the last six years, Wesker knowingly and purposely spent the entire time staying out of your radar left you uneasy. If he wanted you dead before, why didn't he just kill you himself? He had the power.

Not knowing exactly what he was planning left you both feeling extremely uneasy. You only had educated guesses based on his past actions to go off of.

“Hey, you know everything is going to be fine, my love.” Ada voiced after you both searched the hotel room for hidden wire taps or anything that Wesker could use to spy on you with. It was clear. You could speak freely.

Her mask was off. The true Ada you know and love returned. Sincere and loving as always, worried about you and how you felt. She could sense your unease from a mile away and wanted nothing more than to comfort you.

You took off your jacket and tossed it on a lounge chair, before facing her fully. “I don't like it, Ada. I really don't.”

She nodded in agreement. “Believe me, I'm not a fan either.”

“The fact that this entire time we have been together, Wesker knew and did nothing? It worries me.” You said.

“Well, we both suspected he was fully aware of everything. Why is it so surprising?”

“Suspecting and knowing for sure are two, very different, things. I had a small peace of mind when I was oblivious. Now I want to know what the hell he is planning.”

“The only person who knows Wesker is Wesker. Not even his closest 'friends’ know him well.” Ada said. She walked over to the loveseat placed in the very large hotel space. She sat down and encouraged you to sit right next to her.

“Still, six years and not a peep. No threats. Then suddenly he needs you.” You ranted as you sat beside her, on her right side.

“It could be a test. To see if I can be trustworthy.” Ada stated a possibility.

You paused, thinking for a moment. “He sees you as a means to an end. This mission is dangerous. It's very similar to Raccoon City. If you fail, if you die, he'll just send another.”

Ada smirked, knowing you were right. It does seem like Wesker. “Sounds spot on, my love. He was saving all of his threats until we were needed for a suicide mission. He is sending all of his untrustworthy people first. If we die, which he could think is likely, then his problem will be solved.” She said to you as she placed an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to her.

You lay your head upon her shoulder with a sigh. “What if we don't die and we succeed in getting the Amber? Will he actually pay us or will he kill us?”

Ada paused. “I'm not entirely sure. Though, I am willing to bet that he won't just let us go without issue.”

“So, we won't hand it over?”

“We'll decide that when the time is right.” She shrugged.

“I don't know how I feel about going to this village. From what Wesker said, it's a little too similar to Raccoon City for my tastes.”

“I agree. But we won't be there for very long. Plus, we'll be right by each other's side throughout the whole thing. You have my back, I got yours, right?”

You nodded sincerely. “Of course. I've got you.”

Ada smiled, “And I've got you.” She pulled you even closer to her, if that was even possible. While you always felt safe in Ada's arms, she always felt the same way in your own. It was a mutual comfort.

You turned into a more comfortable position to return the hug properly as you both sat there in a comfortable silence.

“Guess that vacation will have to wait, huh?” You muttered quietly into her shoulder. She hummed with laughter as she held you tightly.

“Seems like it. Don't worry, I'll make it to you eventually.”

#ada wong #resident evil #ada wong x reader #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy #albert wesker

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enid-rhees · 4 months

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haii!! how are you?? have you been well??

may i request an enid fic where she and (obviously) fem reader are dating but during one into a town a few kilometres from alexandria, enid and r are with rick, daryl, glenn, michionne and carl, but there's a massive herd passing through and they get caught up and they all mostly get split up.

r gets split up from enid and she's trapped coincidentally inside a comic book store. she gets an idea for their anniversary and so she ends up escaping, and so do the others.

some time later, r insists on going back into that same town but without telling enid why (maybe she convinces daryl to gi with her) and so enid gets suspicious, maybe blaming herself for what happened during the swarm of walkers in that town previously.

anywho, r and someone goes with her back to the town where she gathers comic books and such to set up the perfect surprise for their anniversary, but ofc something has to go wrong (you can decide on that :D) and when they get back to alexandria, enid is giving r the cold shoulder. r tries to calm her but enid is emotionally overwhelmed, thinking r will break up with her.

so (here's where it gets good) enid runs off, jumping over the fence, but r is chasing after her, panicking because she's going exactly where she doesn't want her to go. enid ends up stumbling towards the site for their anniversary and they both reconcile and r spoils her.

i hope this isn't too much for you to write aha i hope you've enjoyed your christmas :D

best wishes f.f

surprise? || enid rhee x fem!reader

warnings: angstttt but just a little bit. also minor sex jokes. minors please do not interact w/ my works !! i beg of you please

a/n: thank you sm for your request, anon! i hope you and everyone else enjoys 🫶🏻 and im doing good, anon! i hope you’re doing good as well! im so sorry for getting to this so late, but i had an amazing Christmas! i hope yours was good as well :]

“please stop kissing your girlfriend and pay attention to the woods for walkers.” you heard a voice groan, a very obvious voice that belonged to Rick. you playfully rolled your eyes, “just because you’re all single doesn’t mean you gotta project it onto us.” Enid laughed into your neck as the two of you continued to walk along the vacant street.

you wrapped your arm over her shoulder and pressed a kiss to her head. “where are we going, anyway? we’ve been walking for like an hour.” you groaned.

“there’s a mini mall somewhere around here. we’re going there to find more food or supplies.” Rick told you, not looking away from the trees and road in front of him. “he said that like half an hour ago, don’t you listen?” Carl joked. “no, you were too busy making out with Enid.” he answered for you before you even got a chance to defend yourself. “shut up.” you told him, pushing him away from you while laughing.

“leave them alone, Carl.” Michonne laughed. “it’s not their fault you haven’t found someone yet.” you and Enid started to cackle with each other quietly as he glared at you.

“come this way guys.” Rick called out and started to walk towards the woods. you removed your arm from around Enid’s shoulder and instead intertwined your hand with hers. all of you started to walk in the woods, turning your heads in every direction for walkers. it was oddly silent and empty, which was a little unusual. usually, the walkers littered the woods.

you kept Enid’s hand tight in yours, constantly rubbing your thumb over the back of her hand. everyone walked in silence, but you and Enid would occasionally mumble quietly to the other about something that came to your mind.

after a bit of walking through the woods, you finally started to see some stores ahead of you. when you all finally walked out from the trees, you were about to walk forward when suddenly a hoard of walkers started to come straight for you from the left. “shit!” you heard Rick hiss out.

none of you had time to react as they all started to come for you, and you had no choice but to run and hide. your hand suddenly felt empty- Enid was no longer by your side. you didn’t have time to react and you ran towards the first store you saw and locked yourself in. your heart raced, and all you could do was worry about Enid. did she make it into a store as well? was she alone or with someone? every possibility ran through your head.

you looked up from the ground, taken aback to see that you somehow ran inside a comic book store. it was messy, with torn books on the ground and broken shelves everywhere, but there was still a good amount of comics that were here. your mind automatically went to Enid, who read any comic that was given to her. you gifted her one every time you found one, and it seemed like you now hit the jackpot.

tomorrow happened to be your anniversary. specifically your one year anniversary, and you’ve been struggling to decide what you wanted to do with her. and now that you were trapped inside a comic book store, you might’ve just stumbled upon the perfect idea.

you looked behind you and noticed that the hoard of walkers had finally disappeared, and you ran out of the shop. just then, Enid ran out of one too with Carl and Daryl. you let out a sigh of relief and ran over to her. Enid smiled when she saw you and met you in the middle, running into your arms.

“are you okay?” you whispered, grabbing her face with both hands as you checked for scratch marks or any type of injury on her. Enid nodded, “i’m okay, are you?” you nodded back and quickly leaned forward to kiss her. “i’m just glad you’re okay.”

“now that they’re gone, everyone start looking through these stores and take whatever you find.” Rick called out, and you realized you now had to keep Enid away from that store so it wouldn’t ruin the surprise you had in mind. “the store is got caught in didn’t have shit, lets check the others.” you told Enid and placed your hand right back in hers. she agreed and started to walk with you into another store.

the entire time you looked throughout other stores, your mind kept going back to that store. if you were able to just clean it up and make it look good, it was really the perfect idea for your anniversary. of course, your whole relationship started when you asked Enid what comic she was reading.

after you all finally got home, you started to scavenge your own home for supplies. you knew somewhere in the house, you had a random string of lights. you looked through your closet, and everyone else’s closet for them, and you eventually found them inside of Rick’s closet.

now, you needed blankets. and lots of them. you took the blanket off of your bed, Carl’s, Rick’s and decided that that would do it. Carl came around the corner just as you were folding everything. “what the hell are you doing?” he asked.

you looked up at him, “um… preparing for mine and Enid’s anniversary.” you responded. “and you needed all of our blankets?” he questioned, and you nodded. “you better fucking wash those afterwards or i swear to-“

“i’m not gonna fuck my girlfriend on your blankets, Grimes.” you told him, rolling your eyes. he nodded. “good.”

“yeah, i’ll just set yours aside and then-“ Carl hit your shoulder and you bursted out laughing. “kidding, kidding! now leave me alone and let me plan my anniversary!” you yelled, throwing your pillow at him, but missed as he ran out of the room before it could hit him.

you piled the blankets on top of each other and set the string of lights on top of it. you left your home and ran to one of the cars and quickly put them in the back of it. “hey, love. what are you doing?” you jumped at Enid’s voice and quickly shut the car door and turned around. Enid looked at you with furrowed eyebrows.

you realized that this would be a bit hard keeping a secret. you weren’t sure how well this would go. “nothing, sweetheart. just putting supplies in the car for the next run.” you told her, hoping it was believable. “oh, okay. um, did you want to head over to my place? that hoard kinda took a lot out of me.”

napping with Enid sounded heavenly right now, but you didn’t have a lot of time. you needed to get back to that comic shop, and you needed someone to come with you. Enid noticed your look of contemplation and her face dropped a little. “is something wrong?”

you quickly shook your head. “no- no, not at all, honey. i just- i have something to do. i need to go back into that town.” Enid looked at you for a moment, “why… would you need to do that?”

shit. “i think i left my knife back there. Carl gave it to me, i don’t want to lose it.” luckily, you didn’t even have your knife on you, only your handgun. “i’ll come with.” Enid said.

“no!” you said too quickly. Enid’s face fell even more. “shit- it’s not that i don’t want you to come, Enid. but after what happened, i don’t want you getting hurt. it’ll be a quick run, and i need Rick to come with me.” you explained as fast as you could, but Enid just looked even more upset. “i promise, love, the second i get back, i’m all yours. but i just need to do this one thing and i’ll be back.”

you walked a few steps toward Enid and gently cupped her face. her sad eyes looked into yours, and you could just feel your heart breaking. you hated lying to her, this was the only time you ever have, and it felt like you were being ripped apart each time you spoke. “i love you, Enid. so much. i just need to do this one thing, and we can sleep as much as you want.” you leaned your head forward and pressed your lips to her head, keeping them there for a few seconds. “i love you too.” she said quietly, now looking down at the ground. guilt was overflowing in your body.

“i’m gonna go back home. just… come in when you’re back, i guess.” Enid said to you, pressing one kiss to your cheek before walking off. you sighed and dropped your head in your hands. you hated every part of this. you walked back to your house and went up the steps to find Rick. he was in his bedroom, putting some clean clothes away.

“hey.” you spoke. “can you come with me back to that town?” he looked at you weird and stood up. “why?”

“because the store i got trapped in was a comic book shop and i had the perfect idea for mine and Enid’s anniversary tomorrow. and i need to go back to set up what i have planned. please don’t argue with me on this, our anniversary is tomorrow and i need to set up.”

“fine.” he sighed, grabbing his gun from his bedside table and slipping it into the holster on his thigh. “so, what? Enid can’t know?” you shook your head. “she cannot. and i think she’s upset at me because she knows i’m hiding something. so we have to be quick.”

“alright then get to the car.” he told you. the two of you made it to the car and he drove off. he looked back into the mirror, furrowing his eyebrows. “is that my blanket?”

you shrugged, “perhaps. you didn’t even notice it was gone, so.”

Enid sighed and fell back onto her bed, staring up at the ceiling. why wouldn’t you let her come with? she didn’t understand, the two of you went everywhere together, and if you didn’t, you always told each other the truth about what you were doing. Enid knew you were lying. why would you lie to her?

so many thoughts swarmed Enid’s head. she felt tears prick her eyes, but she quickly wiped them away, feeling stupid for even getting upset in the first place. but, how could she not? you were so clearly hiding something from her.

what if you were breaking up with her? no- no that can’t be possible. tomorrow was your anniversary, you wouldn’t do that to her. Enid knew you wouldn’t. she didn’t think you would, at least. nothing was wrong between you guys, you’ve never even fought.

“so… what do you need to do exactly?” Rick asked you as both of you walked inside the comic shop. “i need to clean this place up.” you said first. “put all the comics back in their boxes. i just need the floor clean so i can place these blankets down.”

“is a comic shop really the best place for your anniversary? shouldn’t it be more… i don’t know, special?” Rick questioned, and you didn’t look up at him as you started cleaning up the floor. “you clearly do not know much about mine and Enid’s relationship. comics are one of Enid’s favorite things, we started talking because i asked her which comic she was reading. our relationship started because of comics. it’s the apocalypse, Rick, there’s not much else i can do. trust me, if there was a better option, i’d choose it.”

“okay, you’re right. the fact that you’re even doing this shows how much you really care for her. so i won’t judge. just tell me what i need to do to help.” you smiled and looked up at him, “can you sweep? i’ll put away the comics and pick out which ones to give her. and then i’m gonna need help setting up the lights and blankets.”

Rick found a broom in the closet behind you and began sweeping up broken glass and dirt that lied around everywhere. you began picking up comics and placing them in boxes while simultaneously finding ones that Enid would love. when the floor was mostly cleaned up and all the comics were put back in their boxes, you and Rick began unfolding the blankets and placing them on the floor.

“are the lights the only thing left to set up?” Rick asked, and you nodded. “yeah, there’s an outlet over there. they worked at home, hopefully they will here.”

Rick walked over to the outlet and put the plug in, but nothing happened. he unplugged it and reinserted it, but again, nothing happened. “you’re kidding.” you groaned. “fuck!”

“hey, it’s okay. you can find an alternative somewhere.” Rick quickly reassured you, putting a hand on your shoulder when you looked stressed. “there’s no alternatives, Rick. that’s all i had, and this place doesn’t have electricity anywhere.” you told him, sighing heavily.

“well, if it makes you feel better, this already looks amazing. Enid’s gonna love it no matter what.” Rick told you, squeezing your shoulder lightly. you gave him a small smile. “thanks.”

“come on, let’s get out of here.” Rick said, nodding his head towards the door. you took one more look at what you and Rick did and smiled proudly. even without the lights, it still did look good.

Enid was by the gate when you drove back in, making you furrow your eyebrows. you got out of the car and looked back at Rick, “head back home. i’ll be right there.” you told him, and he nodded.

you walked over to her and leaned in to kiss her, but she dodged it. your heart dropped. “Enid, what’s wrong?”

“you’re seriously asking me that right now?” she asked, and then you noticed how her eyes were lined with tears. you began to speak again, but Enid beat you to it. “you’re lying to me, Y/N.” she whispered. “and you didn’t think i’d figure it out?”

“Enid, wait-“

“no, Y/N!” she cried out. “i don’t understand what i did to deserve that. we’ve been together for a year, we’ve never fought, we’ve never had trouble, i don’t understand! if you’re going to break up with me, just say it! don’t make me feel like an idiot.” you furrowed your eyebrows and tried to speak again, but Enid kept going.

“you don’t even have your knife, which you said you forgot back at that town.” she said. fuck.

“Enid, i-“ Enid started running outside of Alexandria, leaving you no choice but to run after her. “Enid!” you yelled, trying to catch up with her. she never stopped running, and you soon recognized which direction she was running in. you couldn’t let her get that far, but at this point, you couldn’t stop her at all.

by the time you finally caught up with her, she was back by the lot of stores. Enid started to look for the one you were in. “Enid, please. you need to listen to me.” you begged, but she ignored you and kept walking.

she stopped in front of the comic shop. “this is the one, yeah? the one you were stuck in?” Enid asked. “yes. please, Enid. don’t go in. please just listen to me.”

Enid pushed the door open and you ran in after her. she froze, looking at the blankets and pile of comic books for her in the middle. she looked over at you, and you gulped. “surprise?”

“what is this?” she asked you. “your anniversary gift.” you said quietly. “i was trying to keep it a secret, i got trapped in here when that hoard came, and this store basically screamed your name.” you laughed a bit. “yes, i lied to you, Enid. but it was only to keep this a secret, and it backfired horribly. i’m so sorry.” you told her. “i’d never break up with you in a million years, i can’t even explain how much i love you. i just tried to make this as special as possible.”

“oh my god,” Enid whispered. “i’m sorry.” you shook your head and wrapped your arms around her waist softly. “don’t apologize, love. you didn’t do anything.”

“i accused you of breaking up with me.” she retorted, and you laughed again. “yes, but i wasn’t exactly being the best to you either.”

“doesn’t matter, please just kiss me.” Enid said, putting a hand on the back of your head and pushing your lips onto hers. you hummed against her lips and pulled her closer. you pulled away, and Enid tried to chase your lips. “i’m still making you wait to celebrate till tomorrow.” you told her, and she whined lightly. “come on, let’s at least do something now that we’re already here.”

she kissed you again, pushing you backwards until you made it to the blankets. you sat down and Enid crawled in your lap, immediately reconnecting your lips. your hands ran up her back from under her shirt. “i love you, you know that?” you whispered against her lips. Enid hummed against them, “i know. i love you too.”

#divider creds : cafekitsune #enid rhee #enid twd #twd enid #enid rhee x reader #enid rhee x fem!reader #the walking dead #twd #the walking dead x reader #twd x reader #the walking dead x fem!reader #twd x fem!reader

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justmeinadaze · 2 years

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Playing the Game Part 2 (Steve X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: I need you to know that I dream about this story lol Joe Keery invaded my dreams and now I can't stop! I'm not complaining, I'm just saying. Seriously y'all, thank you for all the comments and reading <3. You're amazing and beautiful, each and everyone of you!

Warnings: Daddy/Dom Harrington and all that that implies ( I regret nothing). Reader does express some shaky past experiences but its fleeting. I may dive more into that later but no sey.

Word Count: 3382

When Steve showed up for his shift at Family Video, he was surprised to see Robin but not your car. He thought with her having it and you coming to get it, it would give him a chance to talk to you again.

“Hey Robin. Where is Y/N car?”

“Why, hello Steve. It is good to see you on this beautiful morning as well.”

Steve squints his eyes in a sarcastic glare and responds with a wave in her direction making her laugh. “She came by and picked it up about an hour ago before her shift started.” He makes his way around and props himself up on the counter.

“You know where she works?”

Robin turns and gives Steve a questioning look. “Why?”

“What? I’m just curious. Don’t look at me like that!” he says in a sassy tone as he points to her face.

“Oh my god. You like her!” Steve playfully rolls his eyes. “No, no, no. That’s perfect. She needs a good dude in her life for once. Dating wise I mean. She spends a lot of time around Eddie but my understanding is they are just friends.”

“Wait, what do you mean ‘she spends a lot of time around Eddie’?”

“You know that comic bookstore about 3 blocks up the way? She’s been the manager there for about 3 years now. Since Eddie graduated, he does the whole D & D thing there.”

Steve starred at her in disbelief. You had been so close this entire time and he had no idea. You hung out and were friends with at least 2 people he spent a good amount of time with. How had he never met you before?

“Yes.” Robin said suddenly breaking him out of his thoughtful haze. She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled at his confused face. “Yes, I will watch the store so you can go talk to her. You’d do the same for me.” Steve pulled Robin in for hug. “Yeah, yeah, yeah now go. BY THE WAY IF YOU HURT HER I WILL KILL YOU!” She shouted after him as he ran out the front door.

His feet didn’t stop till he was just outside your store. He paused, checking his reflection in the window next door, giving his hair a quick run through before stepping inside. It was a big place, jam packed with wall-to-wall comics. Near the back, Steve noticed some costumes hanging on a rack as well and some figurines on a shelf. He could hear men shouting from somewhere in the building but other than that it was quiet. To be fair, the video store was quiet to with it being a Monday.

“Holy shit, is that Harrington!?” Eddie Munson shouts at him from his spot near the glass counter to the side that he was leaning over.

“Why, I think it is.” You were sitting in a chair near the register next to Eddie with a book in your lap. A small, excited sigh escaped his lips as you smiled at him. “Are you lost, Harrington?”

Steve casually saunters to the counter and gives Eddie one of those “dude nods”. Eddie reciprocates it but cackles slightly as he turns to you. “Yeah, he may need some help.”

You giggle, lighting pushing Eddie away from your area.

“Leave him alone. Go finish your game or whatever you guys are doing over there. I have to do inventory later so I’ll be closing early today.”

Eddie responds with a faux salute before turning on his heels and heading back to the table he and his friends were sitting at. You roll your eyes before turning your attention back to Steve.

“I see Robin sold me out.”

“Disappointed?” He asks as he leans his elbows on to the counter allowing him to be a bit more level with you.

“A little.” You grin at him as you place down your own elbows, leaning forward. Your face is a few inches away from his. You inhale the smell of his cologne and the scent of outside that clung to him from his walk over.

Steve reaches over taking one of your small hands in his. He delicately slides up your sweater exposing your wrist. The feel of him gently caressing your skin with his thumb makes you let out a tiny whimper that only he can hear. His next words come out low and husky. “I just wanted to come and see how you were doing.”

You bite your bottom lip and smile, leaning a bit closer to him. “I think you just wanted to see if I really worked here since I’m only…what…a few blocks away from Family Video.” His eyes lifted to meet yours as you cocked your head to the side. “Oh yeah. I knew you worked there.” You lean past him so your cheek is on his as your whisper, “I really was invisible. Huh, Daddy?”

When you pull back, your sarcastic smirk is met with fire burning through his eyes. He didn’t like being called out. As you try to pull your hand away, you feel him tighten his grip. “I guess I should be grateful that ‘King Steve’ is showing me attention now.” You smirk turns into a thin line as you glare into his eyes.

Steve’s jaw tightens as he looks away in the void. He loosens his hold on you but he doesn’t let you go. Instead, he opens his other palm, silently asking you to trust him and to his slight surprise you do. When your other hand is in his, he meets your eyes again, except this time they reflect sincerity.

“I know I wasn’t the best guy back in high school. I wanted people to like me. I wanted my dad to be proud of me. I wanted to be somebody I wasn’t. I’d like to think that I’m a better person now than I was then. Trust me, Y/N even if we had been friends, you wouldn’t have wanted anything to do with me.”

Your eyes are searching through his features as you listen to him. He releases one of your hands to hold your chin as he lightly, running his thumb over your bottom lip. “All I’m asking for is a chance for you to get to know this version of me.”

“Ay! Get a room you two!”, Eddie hollers from his seat.

Without breaking eye contact from Steve, you shout back, “Nobody asked for you opinion, Munson!” Steve smiles as you both hear Eddie chuckle at your response. “What time do you get off, Harrington?”

“About 6.”

“I’m closing at 5 but I have to stay a couple of hours to do some inventory. Would you like to keep me company?” He nods as he let’s go of your hands. “Now you better get back before Robin has a panic attack.” You make a shooing motion with your hands as he winks at you. You watch him as he runs out the door and up the street.

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At 6:15 you hear a light knock at the front of the door. You grin at Steve as you half jog over to him and unlock the door. “Hey, how was work?”

“Uh, good. Pretty slow especially with me checking the clock every 10 minutes.” He follows you as you both head towards a room in the back of the store.

“Aw, did Daddy miss me?” You tone playfully mocking him as you look down to shuffle through your keys. He didn’t respond but his cock definitely twitched in his pants. You didn’t know it but that was his kryptonite. Every time you said it something inside of him went almost feral. He’d learn your weakness soon enough. There hadto be something that just drove you insane in the best possible way.

You opened the door to some kind of storage closet and turned on the light. “Since we were slow, I was able run through the store pretty quickly especially without Eddie and Dustin distracting me.”

“Henderson comes here to?!”

“Oh yeah, Harrington. I’m actually surprised he didn’t tell you that. Kid, never shuts up about you.”

“I’m not really into his game so that’s more Munson’s territory.” He glances around the room taking in everything. You sit on a stool on the floor and cut open a box in front of you.

“I just have this one container. We didn’t get a whole lot in this time around.”

Steve sits on the floor across from you and pulls a comic out to take a look. “Why is a that?”

“I think it has something to do with people still feeling like things like Dungeons and Dragons and comics are more for children. Hawkins isn’t exactly an open-minded town.” You smile at him as you watch him flip casually through the comic in hand with a bewildered, concentrated look on his face. “You’d like that one.”

He glances at you before looking back it. “What makes you say that?”

“It’s about a boy who spites his villain father by becoming a vigilante and hunts down his men.” Steve makes a huh sound as his fingers move slower through the pages. “You can take it if you want. You just have to bring it back and DON’T tell Eddie. Last time I let him borrow something it came back stained with God knows what so now he’s banned.”

You both sit in a comfortable silence while he watches you look through the box of goodies and make markings on a clipboard you’re holding. You had taken off your sweater and tied around your waist. Your Batman logo t-shirt was pressed tightly against your breasts and thick tummy. Your blue jeans had a rip near the knee and there was some writing in black marker “Hellfire” with a crudely drawn devil underneath is scrawled across your outer thigh and a couple names Steve recognizes are displayed underneath. His fingers reach out and trace along them.

“Yeah”, you adjust your leg so he can get a better look. “Eddie can never seem to sit still for too long so he did that one day. Then, of course, the other boys felt like they had add their input. I have another pair that say ‘Corroded Coffin’ on the calf.”

“So… its normal for guys to touch your legs?” Steve asks with that edge that made your head tilt and the brat start to slowly bubble forward. This was your favorite part of this game. Unfortunately, it never unfolded the way you wanted it to mostly because you ALWAYS won and even worse a lot of the men you tried to play with let you win thinking that’s what you wanted. You had yet to meet a worthy contender to really challenge you.

“People I’ve known and trusted since I was 15, yes.” You push the container in front of you to the side with your foot and slide off the stool you’re sitting on to the floor, place your legs out in front of you near his own. “Now anyone else? I prefer they leave markings on my legs in a different way.” Oh, the way that fire from earlier ignited in his eyes again at the thought of any man touching you like that reached through you straight to your core. You shifted up on your knees and glided closer to his side. In the most condescending voice you could muster you kept pushing him. “Uh oh. Is Stevie jealous?”

His hand shoots out and roughly grabs your throat making you gasp. He watched your face as your eyes closed and your lips trembled as you gulped in small pockets of air. After a few seconds, he loosened his grasp on your neck. You reached forward, placing your palm on the bulge between his legs and he growled in response. Steve pulled on your neck, moving you forward until you were hovering just inches from his face.

“I don’t remember saying you could touch me.”

“I don’t remember asking.” You whispered against his lips as a slowly creeping grin spread across your face. “Feels like you don’t seem to mind either.” Your hand starts rubbing against him. He grabs your hand and an almost villainous laugh echoes through the room as he shoves you away from him and you fall back on your butt. Steve wastes no time climbing on top of you and pins your wrists down against the tile floor.

“I feel like you’re forgetting who’s in charge in this dynamic. You seem to think you can talk your way into getting me to do whatever you want.” You try and push at his hands as he talks over you but it’s no use. He’s too strong and as if to prove that point, he lifts your arms over your head, shifting your wrists so he can pin them down with one hand as the other comes to grab your face. “Now, let’s try again.”

He stares down at you waiting for you to speak. He watches as your jaw tightens into almost a toddler pout. “I can wait here all night. I have nowhere to be.”

You scoff at him. “Doesn’t surprise me.” He gives you an angry yet amused look. Steve rolls to the side of you, forcefully untying your sweater from your hips, and slides down your pants to your ankles. You let out moan when you feel his index finger slide between your folds.

“For someone who talks back a lot you are extremely wet. Hmmm.” He looks down at you as his finger starts circling over your clit. “So, you want someone to be in charge but you can’t submit without a fight?” Suddenly, his strong hand comes down and smacks your pussy making you jump. “I can work with that.” Steve leans over you again with his lip hovering just above yours. “Let’s try again.”

You glare into his eyes but he can see you’re starting to slowly lose the battle. God, you were gorgeous like this. He smacks your pussy again grazing your clit and your whole body pushes against up against him. He smiles as he watches you squirm. You lean up trying to capture his lips in yours but he pulls away making you whine.

“Please”, you whimper.

His hand comes down, slapping you a bit harder. “Please what?”

“Please, let me touch you.”

He slaps you so hard against your clit that your hips fly upwards and twist towards him. “Louder.”

“Please! I want to touch you. I want to feel your body, sir! Please!”

The addition of “sir” was new and he didn’t mind it. Daddy or sir, he didn’t care which one you used as long as you understood that he was in charge in that moment. Steve released his grip on your wrists and took hold of your waist, lifting you up on to his lap. You reached down between you both and quickly undid his belt as he helped by raising his hips to shove down his pants and boxers. You inhaled slightly at the sight of his cock. He was bigger than you expected him to be. You felt his hands push your hair back out of your face as he leaned his forehead on yours.

“Hey”, he whispers as his fingers come down to caress your cheeks. “You can take it. I know my good girl can handle a cock like mine. Go as slow as you need to. I have all night remember? There’s nowhere else I would rather be.”

You reach between your legs and gather some of the slick along your hand. Steve moans as your rub it up and down his length for lubrication. You lift yourself up and inch by inch descend on to him. He watches your face as it scrunches in pleasure; your mouth opening to form a silent O. You two sit like that for a while as Steve’s hands roam your beautifully chunky curves and soft skin.

“Can I--?”, you exhale out, your eyes squeeze shut in concentration.

“Can you what, Baby? Look at me.”

Your eyes flutter open and Steve notices they are blown out with excitement. “Can I move, please?” His cock twitches inside of you as you ask for his permission.

“Yes, baby girl. You can move. Thank you for asking.” He grabs the back of your neck lightly as he pulls you in for a kiss. Both of you moan into each other as you start grinding your hips against him.

You lean your head against his shoulder as your arms wrap around his neck. “F-fuck, you feel so good inside of me. Going so deep, Daddy. Aagh!” You cry out as Steve thrusts up against you as you use the title he loves. You repeat it in his ear over and over followed with praises about how good he feels. The rough sound of skin slapping against skin rings in your ears.

“Yes. Just like that, Steve. Can I cum? Please!”

His hands grip your waist as he holds you still to aggressively pound himself into you. He feels your pussy clench around his cock. “Yeah, baby. You can cum. I’m gonna cum with you. Should I pull—”

“No. Pill. On pill.”, is all you can manage to get out as you see the blinding white light clouds your vision as you cum hard shuddering against his chest. Steve does cum a few seconds after you, grunting in your ear as you feel him empty himself inside of you.

You carefully lift your body off of him and lay flat on your stomach against the tile floor. The cold contrast now feels good against your sweaty face. You hear the clinking of Steve’s belt as he shuffles around. His handsome face comes into your field of view as he lays down beside you, cheek pressed flat into the floor. He gently smiles as you, sliding his hand over to hold yours by your side.

His eyes look dramatically around. “This floor is clean right?” Your body jiggles as you laugh at him and his smile grows.

“Well, I do the cleaning so I guess it’s more of a question of do you trust me?”

You both quietly look at each other then. The question of trust hanging in the air. Steve slides himself a little closer to you. “I trust you… I’m not saying I’d eat off the floor but”, you giggle at him again as you watch him push himself up onto his elbows. His smile faulters slightly as he looks down at the ground. “Do you trust me?”

“How much as Robin told you about me, Steve?”

“Not much. She just said you worked here and that you deserved a nice guy. She also threatened my life if I hurt you.”

That makes you smile. “Sometimes I wish I was into girls. I would marry that woman in a heartbeat.” He chuckles as he lays his head on the back of his hands. You roll on to your side, facing him. “I’ve been hurt before Steve. Like really bad. But…” You reach out and run your hand through his hair and down to his back. “I don’t know what this is but I do trust you.” You lay flat on your back and use both hands to turn his head to face you. “Don’t make me regret it.”

Steve places a soft kiss on your lips that slow builds to something more passionate. “So”, he says when he finally manages to pull away. “Would you like to go get some food? It can be my thank you for you taking me home.” You press your lips together as you look up at him confused. “Yeah, I forgot to mention, I walked over here and Robin has my car.”

“Oh my god, Harrington. We need to find that girl a car.” You look at those hopeful brown eyes as he waits for your answer. “Ugh, fine! But I choose the restaurant.”

He nods his head as he reaches for you helping you both rise to your feet. Steve pulls you to his chest and kisses the top of your head.

“Good girl.” ########################

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rottenpumpkin13 · 11 months

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What was Sephiroth's first time eating candy like?

SOLDIER Vlogging Shenanigans pt. 30

[A camera is turned on and the video starts with two big, blue eyes peeking into the lens]

"Ohh so it is a video camera," remarks a familiar, yet much more boyish voice.

[The camera is pulled back as the person filming settles it down on a flat surface. Genesis appears, albeit much younger with longer hair, a baby face and sporting the uniform of a SOLDIER 2nd]

"I spent my entire childhood begging for one and it's when I'm at war that they decide to fulfill my wish," he huffs.

[A baby-faced Angeal appears behind him. He's also in a SOLDIER 2nd uniform, with messy short hair and holding a giant box]

"It was just...Inside the parcel?" he asks, looking at the camera.

"Yup," Genesis replies. He holds up a note. "It came with this note which reads..."

[As Genesis reads and Angeal starts fumbling inside the box, an even younger boy appears in the background, this one with shorter silver hair and a confused pout]

"Dear Genesis," Genesis reads, "we hope the war effort is going strong and that you're pushing yourself to be an exemplary SOLDIER. Use this video camera to film yourself so that we can see your adorable face⏤!?"

[Angeal doubles over laughing while Genesis turns a deep shade of crimson. Kid-Sephiroth is still in the background, sitting on his cot in the tent while watching the scene]

"⏤And so Gillian can see Angeal," Genesis continues through gritted teeth. "Make sure to send the camera back. Enjoy the books and sweets we sent you. Love, mom and dad."

[Sephiroth raises his eyebrows at this, watching in amazement as Genesis rolls his eyes and scoffs. Angeal picks up a book and begins to flip through it]

[Genesis picks up the camera and points it at Angeal and Sephiroth]

"Well there's Angeal! Say hi to your mom, 'Geal."

[Angeal waves excitedly]

"Hey ma!"

[Genesis pans the camera to Sephiroth, zooming in on the flustered child]

"And this is Sephiroth. Yes, the Sephiroth. Say hi, Seph."

[Sephiroth blinks up at the camera]

"To who?"

"To the camera."

"The camera is an inanimate object. It cannot speak."

[Genesis whirls the camera back around to himself. He grimaces]

"He was raised in a lab."

"Ooh, look at these!" Angeal's voice is heard in the background.

[Genesis turns the camera back around and walks over to Angeal. He's rifling through the box which is filled to the brim with candy. His face lights up when he finds an orange lollipop]

"I missed these! Hey Seph, try one. They taste like orange soda."

[Sephiroth's frown is comically prominent]

"What's orange soda?"

"Oh my God," Angeal echoes without a pause.

"Just eat it!" Genesis rolls his eyes. "Then I can end this recording and call it a day."

[Angeal unwraps the lollipop and hands it to Sephiroth, who in turn looks at the candy suspiciously before finally trying it]

Genesis huffs smugly. "See? It's good, right—WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO HIS EYES?"

[Sephiroth is sitting there with the lollipop tucked into his mouth. His eyes are wide, looking like this -> ⊙‿⊙]

Later, a 3rd class SOLDIER who was sent to fetch Sephiroth for the General walks into the tent. As he pulls back the flap, he pales.

The tent is littered in candy wrappers, torn book pages and everything is a mess. He witnesses Commander Sephiroth, with his face covered in chocolate, being held down by Angeal and Genesis, who are screaming obscenities while Sephiroth squirms in their grasp.

"HOLD HIM DOWN," Angeal screams.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK I'M DOING?" Genesis gasps.

Sephiroth cackles maniacally. "HA HA I CAN HEAR COLORS!"

#ffvii #ff7 #final fantasy #final fantasy 7 #sephiroth #genesis rhapsodos #angeal hewley #crisis core #ff7r #fic #soldier vlog

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luna-nigthshade-wood · 3 months

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The perfect gift

The perfect gift, everyone thinks, is the minimal gift that Dean deserves in his birthday after all the years he spent taking care of everyone and saving the world, and his family is willing to find. Aka, the ducklings+ Cas try to find the perfect gift for Dean

The perfect gift, Jack decides as he puts different pans and pots in the kitchen counter, is this. And he can’t help but be excited when Dean smiles at him as he takes a bite of his-slightly-more-charred-than-brown burnt pancakes. The excitement doesn’t stop even when he has to help Dean cleaned the kitchen and burnt pans.

The perfect gift, Bobby-John believes as he struggles to find the design he wants, is this. And he feels cheerful as Dean hugs the teddy bear he designed with its soft and brown fur, dressed in a plaid t-shirt that smells like the apples and cinnamon of the pies that Dean likes so much. Bobby-John gets even more cheerful when Dean hugs him too.

The perfect gift, Kaia ponders as she struggles to find it, is this. And the gleeful look on Dean´s face as he opens the box and finds a collection of well-loved Vonnegut books is worth it. And Dean and her will later get engrossed in a conversation about the real classics, while Claire calls them nerds, and that will be even more worth it.

The perfect gift, Jesse rules as he browses the aisles of the store, is this. And the childlike wonder that Dean gets as he finds his favorite comic books from when he was a child makes Jesse´s chest swell up with pride. And later, Dean and him will see the comics and try to recreate the sillier moves, and they will laugh like loons.

The perfect gift, Alex hopes as she tries to untangle the wool, is this. And the way Dean´s eyes light up as she presents him the bracelet with the good luck pendant makes her thankful to be here sharing this moment. And afterwards, Alex will hug Dean, and the hunter will promise to always be there for them.

The perfect gift, Krissy wonders as she steps inside the music store, is this. And the way that Dean caresses the polished wood of the guitar she gifts him, as he starts playing some tunes, makes her smile something fierce. And once the party has dwindled down, Dean will track her down and teach her some basic tunes, and her smile will be the brightest

The perfect gift, Patience reflects as she wipes the paint from her hands, is this. And the delicate way that Dean handles the portrait she made of their whole family as if he was handling a Picasso, is a balm to her soul. And later Dean will build the picture a frame before finding the best place to hang it at the Bunker, and they will both smile every time they see it.

The perfect gift, Ben exclaims as he clicks in his computer, is this. And the little fist bumped, Dean makes when he opens the box to find the tickets to the baseball game makes him do a little fist bump himself. Later on, Dean will take an old glove and a baseball ball and their little play will devolve in an all time war with his siblings and family, and he will cackle at the chaos.

The perfect gift, Claire trusts as she finishes the final touches of her gift, is this. And the delicateness that Dean has as he pulls the new polished and repaired dagger out of the box, makes Claire smile despite herself. Afterwards, Dean will ask her how she was able to make this and Claire will smile cryptically towards Cas, but won’t say anything, after all she is the one that went through all the trouble of recreating the angel´s blade.

The perfect gift, Emma contemplates as she tries to take the glue out of her hands, is this. And the brightness of Dean´s smile as he careful looks at every photo of the scrapbook she made, bright her heart and her days. After, Dean will pull out and old trunk full of memories and pictures and they will start another scrapbook together, and she will feel the happiest person on the world

The perfect gifts, Sam shuffles as he tries to get them all through the door, is this. And the way that Dean almost falls in his haste to get to the pie table is a reward by itself. Later, Sam and Dean will go out and sit in the trunk of the Impala as when they were kids just watching the stars and they will both forever be grateful of being brothers

The perfect gift, Cas is not sure what it is and then he remembers something small that Dean used to want when he was a child. It is in the way that Dean eyes start to wet as he slowly but surely takes the figure action he wanted all those years ago, and sometime soars inside Cas´ chest as Dean pulls him in a kiss. Dean will go to bed later that night and will cuddle with him, and that is the most perfect gift that Cas can ask.

The perfect gift, Dean thinks, is this right here. It is the sheepish look in Jack´s face as he presents his burned pancakes to him. It is in the proud eyes of Bobby-John after he presents the teddy bear to him. It is in the excitement that Kaia gets as she starts to discuss her favorite books with him. It is in Jesse´s laughs as they pretend to be Batman and Robin It is in the way Alex´s protectiveness ensues as he promises to never leave any of them alone. It is in the soft tunes that Krissy plays on the guitar as he teaches her some of the music they both love. It is in Patience´s art and painting that bring a smile to his face every time he sees them. It is in the hesitant but firm way Ben throws the ball as their little practice evolves into and all war (it is also in the chaos that ensues). It is in the way that Claire smirks as he wonders how was she was able to recreate such a master piece. It is in the happiness of Emma and her little quips as she tells him the story of every photo on the scrapbook. It is in the nervousness on Sam as he suggests they go to watch the stars as was their tradition when they were children (it is in the happiness he gets as they do just that). It is in the action figure that Cas carefully gifts Dean, and it is not even about the action figure, it is about the healing of his inner child and the thoughtfulness that Cas had when he searched for said gift.

The perfect gift, Dean is sure, is this moment, it is being alive, surrounded by his love ones, and he wouldn’t change them for all the presents in the world

AO3

#supernatural #spn fic #supernatural fic #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #emma winchester #claire novak #jack kline #ben braeden #kaia nieves #jesse turner #patience turner #krissy chambers #alex jones #bobby john #dean ducklings #deans birthday

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taduki · 1 year

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The M6 w/ an MC who gives them books to read

This headcanon post includes books for each character !! I’ve only read a couple of these books so sorry if they’re not good or fitting……… Please enjoy !! I put lots of time into it, and I STILL want to write more on these entries !!! Alas, I will save my energy for another headcanon perhaps. :)

Asra

They were open to reading long before you met them, and you found they were HUGE on comedy books.

Their favorite one you've given them is "My Family and Other Animals" by Gerald Durrell. When they finished it, they lent/bought a copy to give to Aisha and Salim, and it was a fantastic decision because they fell in love with it too. Now when they come over to visit, their conversations are full of inside jokes and laugh attacks.

When you give them a good, new book, the next few reading sessions are filled with Asra’s cackling and giggles. They are so excited to read bits and pieces to you, but if it's really bad, they'll be trying to explain it to you for like ten minutes between laughs and gasps for air.

Sometimes, they’ll stray from their usual genre and try something new like thriller, but they find those are too serious for them. They’re looking for fun!! Laughs !! Sillies !! Eventually, they find one or two books they like with serious undertones and those are the ones that they hold so dear to them.

Asra struggles to find good enough books for themself, as adventurous as they are. That’s why they hold your recommendations to such high opinion. You know where to find the best ones for them.

Julian

Julian’s choice of fiction books either range from, “Who makes this stuff?”, to, “What kind of genius wrote this?!”

Definitely likes to read fun and weird screenplays like “Some Like it Hot (1959)” by Billy Wilder and I. A. L. Diamond so you two can act out the scenes.

For the most part, he does prefer nonfiction books, particularly encyclopedias.

He never wants to go anywhere near a textbook about biology ever again!! He says as he picks up books about flora… He was referring to animals, of course. He’ll pull you over to the side of a road just to inspect a seemingly normal weed, and that is in fact what it will turn out to be.

It’s becoming a scavenger hunt for him, so if you indulge him, you’ll draw little stars or check marks on the ones he’s seen already. It may save you time if he’s not that interested in those particular ones. Otherwise, be prepared for a full day trip around Vesuvia.

He’s bought so many different encyclopedias about the same things, you’re not sure about specific favorites, but they tend to be of the thicker variety with many pictures.

You have to give it to him though. Sometimes he comes across the most amazing things. Besides flaming flowers and clouds that chase each other, you’ve seen trees with branches in such formations that they sing when the wind blows. He wants to show you the world…

Portia

Her favorite from your recommendations is still “The Secret Life of Bees” by Sue Monk Kidd, as mentioned before.

Gossip. Gossip and DRAMA.

If the Palace drama wasn't enough, you've opened up a whole new world to her. Fictional drama is so juicy and unbelievable, she is so entertained. When she gets really into it, she likes to rant about the crazy stuff like, "I can't believe she picked him over the emperor! He's so much nicer to her, but no00000! Now she has to deal with this new guy and his jealous ex."

Sometimes you're not completely sure what goes on in those books... But you're happy for her nonetheless.

There are occasional sob sessions while you two popcorn read. She requires time to recover before she starts another book because some of the books she reads have emotionally taxing endings.

But for the most part, your popcorn reads consist of comically dramatic acting, courtesy of Julian’s influence. You’re pretty sure she’s just making fun of him…

Pepi likes to block Portia's field of vision when she reads. She sniffs each page turn and if Portia's not careful enough, she will pounce on the book like it's a toy and rip a page.

Nadia

It would be surprising to recommend a book she HASN'T read yet.

She is used to high literature, so you thought about bringing her books from the shop, but it turns out she's fairly knowledgeable and politely uninterested about the contents of the ones you suggested. She was looking for more fiction than magic journals. (She is afraid of looking at a spell the wrong way, lest it activate).

You go back and forth with her on which ones she’s read and what types she’s interested in, and you just about run out of ideas until you dig up a book Asra had tucked away called “The Alchemist” by Paulo Coelho. Asra found it hard to read but didn’t feel like returning it that day, so they just shelved it and hadn’t touched it since.

She gets started on it during her free time and finds it very easy to read, but she didn’t like it. It had some nice quotes here and there, but most of the book was just preaching and buzzwords to her. It felt like waiting through a really long and unnecessary speech at wedding ceremony. And don’t even get her started on the contents!! The material is unrealistic, insensitive, and — oh dear, she’s ranting.

The experience ends with Nadia slowly growing a penchant for trash novels she isn’t actually interested in…

To curb her junk fiction fix, she opts to reread books you recommended previously. Whenever you have a reading session in the library or just a moment together, she likes to ask for your thoughts on specific parts and what she thought of them as well. Her thoughts are rarely anything bad with your taste though, so much so she can’t decide which suggestions are her favorites! She likes seeing into a little part of your brain that makes you who you are.

Muriel

Picture books of animals doing human things… He has no favorite either! It could literally be from “If You Give a Mouse a Cookie” to “Peter Rabbit”.

It’s not that he doesn’t like reading novels! He just prefers things he can see in front of him, like you like drawings and his carvings. He finds it hard to visualize certain things, especially if they’re things he’s never seen nor imagined before.

If you can draw, you could read him stories like that, but whether you can or can’t, Muriel might still be confused…

So, you tried another alternative. You learned to create figures with your magic! You already knew some basic knowledge on it, but you couldn’t have a handle on the image for too long, much less while reading something.

After months of work and patience (and Muriel’s DELECTABLE food), you managed to read one page straight while visualizing it in front of you like a movie. When you finally tell him, he’s still confused but also incredibly flustered that you spent so much time and energy on this. You tried keeping it a surprise, going into the forest to practice, but he definitely went looking for you a couple of times. The first time was because he was worried. The next few times were just to see how you were coming along. He never told you though. He wanted to see you happy for when you showed him the final product.

When the time came to finally watch your “movie”, he prepared some snacks and the comfiest furs in the hut, and waited for you to feel comfortable enough. You had been working on this for a while. It was only natural that you’d feel nervous. When you opened the book and began to read, Inanna definitely tried to bark the apparition away, but once she calmed down, you read the book to him, making the room a real life movie. He was positively enchanted…

When you feel too tired to read on, Muriel gently holds your hand to reassure you this is more than enough and lets you rest on him. He already feels like the luckiest guy in the world. Now, he must be the luckiest guy in the universe.

Lucio

It’s apparent to you that he is not much of a literary scholar. He claims it’s because he’d probably rip the pages with his arm.

Reading still wasn’t much of his thing even after you guys got together, so as a joke, you bought him a children’s book, one of the big, flat ones with pictures of mice in cute human clothes, and he was unamused.

He didn’t want anything to do with it. In fact, he didn’t even want to go near it. Until one fateful day when you’re away, Lucio gets curious and opens the book up to the first page (after mentally arguing with it for a while), and MELTS upon seeing the cute little mice waiting for the mama mouse to finish cooking supper. He got so invested and was oh so disappointed in how short it was. He wanted more, but was way too embarrassed to admit it.

Every time you took him to a bookstore to look for your own thing, he’d let his guard slip and eye the children’s section for a second.

You didn’t notice for a while, but when you did, you bought another one for him in secret and placed it right next to the first book. Eventually, he snuck over to reread the first one and was absolutely delighted to find a new one.

It becomes a cycle until he is reassured enough that he can buy his own books and read them next to you, regardless of contents. Every week, he’s upgrading to a slightly longer children’s book, or even a new series. He finds them fun and sometimes healing. His favorite book(s)? “Dork Diaries” by Rachel Renée Russell, and nobody can tell me otherwise.

#the arcana headcanons #the arcana muriel #muriel of the kokhuri #asra alnazar #asra the arcana #nadia satrinava #the arcana hc #portia the arcana #the arcana game #lucio the arcana #lucio morgasson #lucio montag #julian devorak #the arcana julian #the arcana imagines #portia devorak #ilya devorak

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sunflowernoodles · 10 months

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Hiii! I saw your requests are open and, first off, I adore your writing! You are so talented omg. And I was wondering if you'd be willing to do a sequel to the "Detention" fic you did with Bakugou and Shinso? If not, I totally understand, but figured I'd ask ^^

Bakugou’s Revenge (Detention Pt. 2)

Been wanting to right a sequel for this one for a while so, I most definitely am willing to. Thank you for all the nice things you said too 💛🌻

Lee: Shinsou

Ler: Bakugou

“You two are free to go.” Aizawa said from his desk.

The way Shinsou quickly gathered his things and booked it out of the classroom was absolutely comical to Bakugou. He grabbed his things, walking out calmly after Shinsou.

Shinsou kept telling himself that Bakugou was bluffing, just trying to scare him so he’d embarrass himself. If that was the case, then why was he practically running out of the school to get to the dorms? Because Bakugou was terrifying, and he wasn’t risking getting a taste of Bakugou’s revenge tickles.

Just as Shinsou was about to head upstairs, his book bag was grabbed and he was tugged back. The squeal Shinsou let out was embarrassing to say the least. “I told you you were dead when we got out.” Bakugou spoke as he shrugged off his book bag and took Shinsou’s before wrestling him onto the couch.

“I thought you were just bluffing. I’m not even that ticklish!” Shinsou protested as he tried to squirm away but he was pinned. Bakugou smirked.

“Then why were you walking so fast, hm?” He asked thoughtfully and pinched Shinsou’s side. Shinsou’s breath hitched and he stayed quiet, glaring at Bakugou. Though, Shinsou was just about the least intimidating person in the world right now, his face was flushed and he was so clearly holding back a smile.

Bakugou hummed slightly, poking around Shinsou’s sides and stomach in hopes to find a good spot. Shinsou flinched occasionally but was holding out pretty well. Until Bakugou gave Shinsou a good poke to his hip and he squeaked. They both froze.

“…Dude.” Bakugou snorted as he watched Shinsou’s face turn red. They made prolonged eye contact for a few seconds until Shinsou was thrown into a large bout of laughter when Bakugou ruthlessly dug his thumbs into Shinsou’s hips.

The embarrassing part, for Shinsou at least, was that Bakugou wasn’t even pressing into his hips that much. Shinsou was just that ticklish.

“STAHAHAP!” Shinsou cackled and thrashed around slightly, but going nowhere. His legs were kicking out behind Bakugou and a side smile was on his face. A smile that Bakugou was pretty sure he was seeing for the first time.

Bakugou chuckled, “Apologize first and maybe I’ll think about it.” He smirked slightly. Shinsou shook his head as a snort broke through his laughter.

“NEHEVER!” He laughed as he squirmed frantically, but he could admit, he was having a little fun. But could admit, Shinsou would first give away all of his favorite things before telling someone liked being tickled. Bakugou just shrugged and increased the intensity of his tickling.

Soon enough, Shinsou slapped the couch, “OKAY! I’M SAHA- I’M SOHOHORRY, JUST STAHAP!” Shinsou laughed and lightly shoved at Bakugou’s shoulder.

“Thank you.” Bakugou said and backed off a moment later. “Are you alright?” He genuinely asked.

Shinsou attempted to speak, only wheezing out a small giggle. So he just waved his hand slightly as he nodded. The former nodded.

The two decided to hang out the rest of the day, and a few days after that, and so on. It turns out, that the two had quite a bit in common.

#bnha tickles #ler!bakugou #lee!shinsou #ticklish!shinsou #sfw tickles #tickle fic #fic request

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bnesszai · 14 days

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hii!! “[character A], why does [character B] call you babygirl?” LMAO. with any characters of your choice 👀

okay. OKAY okay. I have so many ideas for this i have decided to narrow it down and do 3. The first one (beast) is just for @osameowdazai and @squidsandthings

ask game~

"Nakahara-san?"

Chuuya scowls. "What?"

Atsushi looks conflicted, nervous. Something like embarrassment crosses over his features, but he doesn't flinch. "Why does Dazai call you baby girl?"

Chuuya freezes. There's a horrifying moment where he tries to think about how Atsushi could have happened upon this knowledge, but then he considers making Atsushi regret it, instead. A sinister smile crawls up his lips. "Well, if you really must know--"

Suffice to say, Atsushi no longer asks Chuuya any questions.

"Dazai-san," Atsushi asks.

Humming, Dazai doesn't look up from his book. They have roughly 67 seconds before Kunikida comes back and starts yelling at them.

"Why does Ranpo-san call you baby girl?"

Dazai blinks, glancing up. Atsushi looks genuinely confused, one eyebrow scrunched, the other raised, looking directly at Dazai with an innocence so deep, Dazai laughs.

"Because he's an idiot."

"Huh?"

"He just wants to rile people up," Dazai winks. "Don't think about it too hard."

"Kunikida-kun~" Dazai's sing-song voice fills the office. Kunikida feels a headache form immediately.

"What, Dazai?"

Sitting on his desk, Dazai leans in close, their eyes are filled with mischief and something Kunikida refuses to name at the office. Dazai do not, however, lower their voice when they ask, "Why do you call Chuuya, the pipsqueak mafioso, babygirl?"

The office goes silent and still. Comically so.

Kunikida glares at Dazai. Heat is crawling up the back of his neck, his collarbones, his cheeks. "You know damn well why I do, sweetcakes."

Dazai looks shocked, lips parting, just for a moment, before they throw their head back and cackle. "Using bedroom names at work? How inappropriate of you, pretty boy."

The office erupts into chaos and Kunikida has never wanted to kill someone so much in all his years.

Later, he makes sure Chuuya helps him get his revenge.

#hhh #hi Lena #i hope this is what you were looking for paeorisgfhjfdk #thanks for playing!#Lena<3 #Ness writes #idk where sweetcakes came from and i kind of hate it but it's funny idk

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toomuchracket · 11 months

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Matty would make such an effort with reader’s brother. I think her brother is like at least 5 years younger than her so Matty is very protective of him. He treats him like one of the guys back stage so he isn’t left out; is always up for playing football in the garden of your family home; buys him cool shit that he knows he’ll like; they talk about video games. When reader and Matty stay at her family home over Christmas/ a holiday period, she comes home one evening to find Matty and her brother chilling on the sofa, laughing like mates, watching TV. And they both look up at her like ‘hey!’ and then resume their conversation. Like Matty is proper laughing and they seem like real friends. And it’s everything to her!!

awwwww yeah!! like (thinking about my own brother here) yeah he's younger and pretty quiet and you're interested to see how he and matty will get along. thinking they're both a bit tentative at the start, but then your brother brings up a funny anecdote about you when you were younger and matty just cackles and says "wait until you hear what she did last week", and before you know it they're bonding over taking the piss out of you (lovingly). and then one of them asks the other something about themselves, and that kick-starts a proper heart-to-heart getting to know each other convo; they're as close as childhood best friends in about ten minutes. and i imagine there's a cute little exchange between them where your brother says "you really love my sister, don't you?" and matty's like "i really do, mate", and your brother smiles like "good. she's taken care of me my whole life. i'm glad she's got you to take care of her now", and matty genuinely gets choked up and they have a little bro-hug before they're like "anyway, let's go and play some video games" lmao.

and they're best friends after that! they hang out fairly regularly! matty invites him to shows, keeping an eye on him backstage as you said, and they go to the football together with the boys (who think he's cool lol). they're literally always texting and calling each other about random shit and video games and comic books - matty buys him cool editions of graphic novels and matching t-shirts if he finds them while he's on tour, and gifts him them for his birthday and christmas. you have literally stressed to matty like "what are we going to buy him for his birthday?" and matty's been like "we??? i've had a gift for him for seven months lol you're on your own babe", much to your chagrin (although you love how well they get on). they're so close that your brother is the first person matty confides in when he decides he's going to propose to you, and he's without a doubt one of matty's groomsmen at the wedding too. yeah, they couldn't get on any better <3

#mads muses #mads answers asks #matty asks #fluff asks #into the birthday partyverse

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didyoutrydynamite · 2 years

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Comeuppance

Reese and Jaune are enjoying a day out on the town, sitting on a greenhouse park bench looking through the comic books they just got together.

Reese: *Flipping through comics* Man, Scream King is the best! Really helps give tentacle monsters a good image. Surprisingly wholesome dude too, huh J-Man?... J-Man?

Jaune: Yeah totally... *only half heartedly answering as he tries to subtly check out the nearby yoga class, filled with a number of failry attractive women working on their flexibility.*

Reese: *Pouts at being ignored, but grows a wickedly evil grin when she has an idea, she takes a deep breath and-* OH MY GOD JAUNE! ARE YOU CHECKING OUT THAT GIRL’S ASS?!

The Entire Park: *Turns towards the two of them*

Jaune:

*Nervously laughs as he grabs his comics and slings Reese over his shoulder* hahahaha of course not. Don’t mind her everyone, she just forgot to take her medicine!

Reese: *Cackles like a witch as she’s carried off*

~O~O~O~O~O~

A few days later...

Jaune: C’mon Reese, you can’t afford to be tardy again.

Reese: *Rummaging through her drawers and closet* I’m trying to hurry! But I can’t find my pants! Where did all my clothes go?!

Jaune: *Feigns thinking, then snaps fingers.* Oh right! I forgot to mention, dorm was starting to smell abit, so I got up early today to do some extra laundry. Your pants must have got mixed in with the general load.

Reese: Well good going dude! Now what am I supposed to wear?! Cordovin will kill me if she finds me out of uniform again.

Jaune: Well you have your spare don’t you?

Reese: *Rolls eyes* No, I don’t have spare pants Jaune. It was already a hassle to get the one pair.

Jaune: *Knowing smile* I’m not talking about spare pants.

Reese: *Looks at him puzzled for a sec, then her face pales as horror dawns on her* No...

Jaune: It’s the only way Reese.

Reese: I-I could get the pants out of the wash and into the drier real quick!

Jaune: *Shakes his head* There’s no time, class starts in fifteen minutes.

Reese: *Quietly whines as her gaze turns to her bottom dresser drawer*

Twelve minutes later...

Jaune: You look fine.

Reese: I look like an idiot!

Jaune: No you don’t! If anything, I think it looks cu-

Reese: Don’t you dare finish that sentence!

Jaune: *Puts his hands up defensively* Ok! Ok! Look, you’re over reacting, i bet hardly anyone will notice.

Reese: You better hope so. *Nervously opens the door to their first period class, stepping in as everyone was getting ready for the day until...*

Jaune: OH MY GOD REESE! ARE YOU WEARING A SKIRT!?

Entire Class: *Turns towards at the two of them to see that Reese in fact was wearing a skirt for the first time since school began*

Neptune: Heeeeyyy Reese! Looking good~

Dove: *Whistles* Get it girl!

Gwen: By my stars, darlin’! You look so cute!

Reese:

Jaune: *Villainously snickers to himself* Payback.

#jnrz au #jaune arc #reese chloris #neptune vasilias #gwen darcy #dove bronzewing

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lizzie-is-here · 2 years

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girls just wanna have fun

part v- caught a vibe

“caught a vibe, baby, are you coming for the ride? i just wanna look into your eyes, i just wanna stay for the night”

wordcount:

warnings: cussing, mutual pining, fluff, mentions of teenagers being horny, brief mentions of underage drinking

a/n: damn this took a while, sorry 😩 but on the bright side, graduation was today! i’m finally freeeee

taglist: @faiirybread @softasha @edgycatx @happy-nico @local-mr-frog @minimarkive @softyutae @fezco-mylove

series masterlist

For a while, life continued as usual. Decathlon came and went, and while you all were excited to win (once again) your favorite part was what happened in the hotel.

It had become tradition to sneak down to the pool, grabbing snacks and letting out some steam in preparation for the big day. It was during this little trip that Flash had begun to run his mouth.

“C’mon, Penis Parker. Scared of a little water?” he’d jeered, lapping the pool. You’d averted your eyes away from his scrawny figure. You did not need to see a pubescent boy right now. Especially not Flash Thompson.

Said teen had vaulted himself out of the pool, dripping water as he sauntered over to Peter. As he’d gone to drag him into the pool, Peter had grabbed his arm and threw him in, belly flopping on the water with a harsh smack.

You had cackled, the team’s laughter echoing off the walls of the indoor pool.

A week later, you attended his first marching competition. It was worlds different from anything else you’d ever gone to, but the atmosphere was enjoyable. You’d cheered your ass off during his solo, watching as he smiled.

Although you didn’t understand the scoring, no matter how many times he’d explained it to you, you cheered when their name was called, practically vaulting over the bottom railing alongside MJ and Ned to hug him.

“What was that?” you’d yelled over the crowd. “They said you were, like, a 3A band, and then they had a bunch of categories and they said the school name a bunch, but-“

“We swept it!” Peter had cheered, picking you up to hug you. “We get to go to State!”

You’d grinned as he set you down. “I don’t know what that means, but congratulations!”

You’d gone to his State performance as well, watching as he got teary-eyed at the end of his show, putting everything he had into making his last solo perfect.

By mid-October, your schedule was slowing down. And then the nightmare known as Homecoming Committee began. You led it, which meant that you had the final say on the theme, the decor, the whole shebang. Which means a lot of pressure on you.

Today, you sit with the committee, reviewing the votes and suggestions for themes, plus a few of the people running for Homecoming Royalty.

“Are you running, (Y/N)?” Dawson asks, absentmindedly tossing a flyer over his shoulder. The face of some random sophomore boy flutters to the ground.

You laugh. “Yeah, hell no.”

“Ooh, saving your run for Prom?”

“Pretty much.” You frown. “Who voted for an ‘Under the Sea’ theme? This is Hoco, not The Little Mermaid.” You continue flipping through the suggestions.

“Comic books, no. Celestial, saving that for the Winter Formal. Sports, absolutely not.” Your eye lands on one in particular.

“School colors?” You wave the card up, catching the attention of your friends.

“Hmm. Blue and gold wouldn’t be too bad,” Hailee hums, looking around for any other opinions. “What do you guys think?”

Various sounds of assent echo. You all have been at this for two hours; at this point, you’ll take what you can get.

“Alright,” you say, clapping your hands. “We’ll set up posters and banners tomorrow. Nice work, everyone!”

You slump to the ground as they filter out, groaning in the empty auditorium.

“That bad, huh?” Hailee asks, leaning over a chair. Dawson hovers over her shoulder, an equally mischievous grin on his face.

You nod, checking your phone. “Yeah. That bad.”

“You know what would help?” he sings, resting his chin on his hand. They both exchange a glance. “Getting a Hoco partner.”

You sit up, watching them suspiciously. “Why would that help?”

Hailee rolls her eyes. “Because it would get it off your chest that you’re in love with Peter Parker.” she states, as if it’s common knowledge.

“What- I- ‘in love’?!” you sputter incredulously, going ten different shades of red within a matter of seconds. Really, you could give nature’s chromatophores a run for their money.

“Girl, you’ve dated a few people, but you’ve never acted like this about them.” Hailee gestures to your general disheveled state. “I’m just saying, I think it would be good to get it out there.”

“I’m not ready for that,” you say definitively. “Maybe after Hoco?” Dawson scoffs.

“You keep telling yourself that, see if it gets you anywhere.”

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“Guys, emergency!” The Avengers circle up hurriedly as Peter swings into the meeting room.

“Is it HYDRA?” Steve asks.

“Steve’s fashion sense?” Tony grumbles, eyeing the blond super-soldier’s khaki pants. He gets a swat on the arm from Natasha for that.

“I think (Y/N) knows I like her.”

Sam frowns. “Well, kid, it’s not like you’re very subtle. Why do you think that, anyway?”

Peter groans, hanging his head in his hands. “Today, we were in math, and I dropped my book, and then she picked it up to give it to me.”

“And… What’s so special about that?” Wanda asks, tilting her head.

“She winked at me!” Peter practically cries. “And-“

“Hey everyone!” you chirp, emerging from the elevator. You carry both shopping bags and two pizzas, balancing the weight as you kick off your shoes. “I brought food.”

“Hey, (Y/N),” Peter greets casually. “Did you stop by…” He cuts off as he spots the name on your bag. “Is that a Versace bag?” he gapes, not even wanting to see a price tag.

“Yeah,” you say as if you aren’t holding his rent in a single paper bag. “You mentioned the other day that you didn’t have a blazer that fit for Hoco, so I got your measurements from your band director. And…” You pull a perfectly-tailored black blazer from the bag. “Voilà. I was going to get a blue one to match the theme, but I wanted something that you could wear with most things, ya know? You can just wear, like, a blue tie or something.”

Peter is speechless. He carefully runs a hand over the fabric. “(Y/N), this must’ve cost a fortune. I can’t, really-“

“Yes, you can. You’re allowed to have nice things, Peter,” you chide, passing off the bag.

Tony nods, taking a pizza box from you. “See? She gets it. Stop gaping before the pizza gets cold, kid.”

As everyone settles in to eat, Peter promises to himself that he’ll ask you out for Homecoming. It’s the least he can do, after all.

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Peter does not ask you out for Homecoming. At least, not in the way he wanted to. He ends up asking to go as friends, chickening out at the last minute.

And he means really last minute. Like, the day of Hoco last minute.

“Of course, Peter. Still thinking about the carnival afterwards?”

“Yeah. I, um, asked Ned and MJ, but they were busy.” He hates lying to you. The truth is that both of his friends were planning on going to the fair, but in return for a day at Avengers Tower, they promised to stay home.

You nod. “Well, I’ll see you then.” Practically skipping down the hallway, you silently cheer to yourself as you race home to get ready.

Meanwhile, Peter does the same. Sliding into the kitchen, he stares at his aunt with mild panic.

“I really need your help.”

May, of course, obliges, finding him a tie and dress pants. Peter rushes to his room as she quickly irons the wrinkles from the pair of pants that had occupied the floor of her closet for ages.

He still hasn’t even touched the pricey blazer you bought him, but he steels his nerves and carefully removes it from the bag, laying it flat on his bed.

As he hurriedly throws clothes on, May runs over some general rules.

“Ok, you said you’re just going as friends, right?” she asks, pacing.

“Yeah,” he responds, gagging when he accidentally sprays cologne in his face.

May doesn’t bat an eye. “Well, you’re still gonna dance with her. It’s polite. And when you do, you put your hand on her…”

“Waist,” Peter finishes.

“Good. When you get to the carnival, text me. Also, make sure to take plenty of pictures.” She steps forward to straighten his tie, a watery smile on her face. “Oh, look at you. All grown up and ready for your last Homecoming.”

Peter laughs awkwardly, hugging his aunt before racing out the door, not wanting to be present for an emotional breakdown. He texts you, strolling down the street as he passes various students dressed to the nines, many in the midst of photo shoots.

At your own apartment, you’re panicking. You slip on a navy dress, careful not to catch your matching nails on the delicate fabric. You do your makeup to match in record time, spraying on a heaping amount of setting spray.

But it’s not your makeup skills, your outfit, or even the fact that your hair is not behaving that has you panicking. It’s that Peter asked to go as friends.

Friends.

You know it’s mostly guys who get friendzoned, and hey, boundaries are good, but damn. Not a fun feeling.

Technically, he might not be friendzoning you. He could just be unsure of your relationship.

Yeah, right.

Before you can spiral further into pessimism, a knock sounds on your door. Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

With one last glance in the mirror, you race to open the door, smiling at Peter. He holds out a bouquet, a precise assortment of light pink roses, baby’s breath, jasmine, and pale white dahlias. It’s breathtaking.

“Oh, wow,” you whisper, carefully taking it so as to not damage the petals. “It’s beautiful. Thank you so much!” You hug him, jumping up to wrap your arms around his neck. “I have a perfect place for it.”

Rather than placing the arrangement in a vase, you race to your room, tugging a plastic tub from under your bed. Filled with silica gel, you’d used it many times to preserve flowers.

Before you set the flowers in, you snap dozens of pictures, turning to Peter. “Is- Is it okay with you if I preserve them?”

He nods. “Yeah, that’s… I like that a lot.” ‘I like you a lot,’ he thinks to himself. He watches you carefully lay each flower in the grainy substance, gently covering them before sealing the box once more and returning it to its place under your bed.

You rise, wobbling slightly on your too-tall heels. You link your arm with Peter’s, smiling wide.

“Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

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Thankfully, the Homecoming Committee had gone into overdrive for the decorations. Gold and navy sashes hang from the ceiling, and one large banner stretches across the far wall of the gym, emblazoned with Midtown Tech’s logo.

The music is just right, just loud enough to feel the bass but not so ear splitting that you have to yell to be heard.

“Holy shit,” you exclaim, nudging Peter. “Look at Mr. Harrington.” The Decathlon coach and science teacher was in the midst of a dance circle, busting out moves with gusto. It was somewhere between wholesome and disturbing.

“That… I don’t know how to feel,” Peter says, turning away from the scene. You laugh, tugging him along as you search for a table. When you spot Ned and MJ talking to a few of your own friends, you wave them down, grabbing some spare chairs to pull up to their already-crowded table.

“Hey, Peter. (Y/N).” MJ is characteristically bored, leaning back in her chair. A large plate of food sits in front of her, picked over. From the looks of it, she didn’t like the cake.

“Hey, MJ. Not up for a dance?” you ask, sitting your bag next to her. Behind you, you hear Peter and Ned exchange harsh whispers. She shakes her head.

“Nah. Not for me.” She spots Ned shoving Peter towards you and subtly eyes Evie, jerking her head towards you. Evie catches the memo and lightly pushes you back, sending you bumping into Peter.

“Sorry!” you both say in unison.

Peter scratches the back of his neck. “So, um…”

You hold out a hand. “Wanna dance?” He takes it, going wide-eyed under the flashing lights.

“Yeah, yeah that sounds good.” And with that, you whisk him away, parting the throngs of people effortlessly.

Back at the table, Evie rolls her eyes. “Those two are so useless.”

“Yep,” MJ agrees, grabbing a book from her bag. She watches over the edge, cringing as Peter awkwardly spins you. “This is straight-up painful.”

You, on the other hand, are loving every second. Each time your dance partner stumbles, you pull him up, swirling through the sea of either drunk or horny teenagers. Thankfully (or not thankfully, depending on how you see it), you’re neither.

On one particularly bad trip, you have to recover by dipping Peter, smirking at his blush and winking. He lets out a squeak and tumbles, taking you with him. You laugh as you lay back on the dirty floor, no one even noticing you two.

“Holy shit, I’m sorry,” Peter laughs, sitting up and helping you off the ground.

You wave a hand. “It’s no big deal, really.” You rise with a groan, dusting yourself off and helping him do the same. You narrow your eyes as a bass-heavy song comes on and several couples begin grinding on each other. “Um, let’s maybe leave the dance floor for a bit.”

You both wander over to the food and drinks, perusing the mildly suspicious brownies and punch. Deciding on a pink lemonade punch, you pour yourself a glass. Peter does the same, although he also balances a plate of cookies in his other hand.

Returning mildly defeated to your table, Brody holds up his phone. “Got it on camera. It’s still better than whatever… that… is,” he says, eyeing where the longest-lasting couple in school are getting far too comfortable in front of the majority of Midtown.

“Ew,” you deadpan, sipping your drink. As much as you want to mix it with some sort of alcohol, you want to be as present as possible. Every second with Peter counts, as cringey as that sounds.

The night continues, with a few classic party songs playing as energy comes in waves. It’s two hours after arriving when you start eyeing the exits. Hailee recognizes the look on your face instantly.

“Leaving before they even crown Homecoming royalty?” She shakes her head jokingly. “So impatient, (L/N).”

You roll your eyes dramatically, tapping Peter. “You ready to dip?”

“Yeah, but, umm… It looks like they’re not letting us leave,” he says, gesturing to where a group of sophomores tried to leave early only to be stopped by a chaperone.

You smirk. “I never said we were leaving that way. C’mon.” You take his hand, ducking behind people as you run into the halls of your school. Your muffled giggles echo through the halls. “Shhh! Hurry, this way,” you whisper, leading Peter towards the maintenance room. You freeze as you spot a teacher wander by, heart thumping in your chest. As soon as they’re out of sight, you spring into action.

You shove the door open, sprinting to the other side of the room. Chaperones are meandering around the school, and you know they’ll hear. Carefully, you press open the exit door, peeking outside before stepping into the chilled air.

Peter follows, laughing and high-fiving you. You both run from the school, passing a few confused groups on the street. The neon lights of the carnival slowly approach, acting as a beacon for you and Peter to weave through streets to finally arrive at the bustling scene of the fairgrounds. Due to how late it is, the area is mostly occupied by high-schoolers and a few families competing in cooking competitions.

As you gaze around in awe, Peter watches you. Well, no. That sounds creepy. But it’s true. The lights bounce off your glittery makeup and your short dress. He recalls you saying something along the lines of ‘Of course I’m wearing a short dress. How could I go to a carnival in a full-length gown?’

Your smile glows, and he swears he understands every single sappy romantic movie he’s watched with May when you smile at him. The feeling is different then how he’s heard it described.

No anxious butterflies, no turning stomach. Instead, he feels… safe. At home. Like he could tell you every single bad thing he’s done, and you’d still reach out. You’d still care.

And at that moment, Peter Parker realizes that he’s in love. And he really, really wants to tell you.

“C’mon, Pete! We’ve got $80 to blow and an hour and a half until the place shuts down for the night!”

He just has to figure out how.

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trauma magnet: all day breakfast (ch1)

rating: teen pairing: Jon Moxley/Bryan Danielson, Claudio Castagnoli/Eddie Kingston, Jon Moxley/Eddie Kingston word count: 5,044 warnings: a lot of swearing & tobacco use (cigarettes & dip), dude bro talk, dude bro behavior author’s notes: this is an AU where Mox & Eddie are an EMS crew while Bryan & Claudio run a coffee shop/bakery. ao3 link: [ one ] series masterlist: [ post ] chapter summary: The only places open at 4am are coffee shops. Eddie & Mox decide to check a place out while on the job. It has nothing to do with the fact that the barista & baker are both very hot. The EMS crew is just hungry.

“I’m--”

“Don’t fuckin’ start.” Mox declared sharply, his eyes not leaving the comic book in hand.

“There’s nothin--”

“I swear to God, Kingston, if you jinx us you’re gonna be the one in need of an ambulance. Ya hear?” Mox looked up from his reading finally to glare at Eddie from across the cab of their truck.

“Easy for you to say. You got readin’ material.” Eddie grumbled as he sunk further into the passenger seat.

“Bro, you--” Mox sighed and slapped the comic book down in his lap. “I let you pick the music, didn’t I? Is this not a forever playlist of DMX?”

“...It is.” Eddie gave in and sighed. “Sorry. Sorry. Go back to your fuckin’ comic.”

“Thank you.” Mox shook his head as he looked back at the color pictures but couldn’t focus anymore on the story. “God damn it.”

“Yeah?” Eddie grinned over at his partner.

“Don’t be fuckin’ smug about it.” Mox grumbled as he got out his dip container and packed his lip. “I fuckin’ hate you.”

“Uh-huh.” Eddie chuckled. “C’mon, I know we’re new around here but not a single call? Not even a bandaid?”

“I’d rather be bored, my man.” Mox shifted in his seat before leaning forward against the steering wheel. “You know I’m fuckin’ superticous about this shit. Why ya keep it up? When you supposedly love me so much?”

“‘Cause I like fucking with you too much.” Eddie cackled as he smacked a pack of cigarettes against his palm.

“Wait, you gonna smoke?” Mox glared.

“Since when do you give a fuck about smokin’ in the rig?” Eddie frowned.

“Don’t give a fuck, but I just put in my dip.” Mox pouted. “You coulda said somethin’.”

“Ah! I see. I see. Well, you could quit that disgusting habit and pick up something cleaner. Like my cigarettes.” Eddie popped one stick into his mouth. “Seriously, your teeth are already…”

“Hey!” Mox leaned over to punch Eddie but the other didn’t respond much other than an ouch. “What’re you distracted by?”

“Who.” Eddie blinked a few times and rubbed his eyes. “Dude, look at this hot guy. Across the street. Fifty feet tall, shaved head, beard?”

“Oh fuck, dude.” Mox looked in the direction Eddie was looking and spotted the giant. “He is hot. What the fuck?”

“God damn.” Eddie watched the tall man closely.

The man in question stood on the sidewalk of a coffee shop and bakery with a black apron tied around his waist and a broom in hand. The clock said it was 4 in the morning which meant the coffee shop was opening. The sign above the shop window said Claudio’s Cafe & the Blackpool Bakery . Eddie watched the man sweep, the black t-shirt he wore with the cafe’s name on the back pulled taunt over his biceps and chest in the most perfect way. The jeans were a similar story but Eddie never minded a squeal, especially a good one.

“Moxie.” Eddie sat up more, leaning on the dash. “Am I in love?”

“Nah.” Mox chuckled. “You’re just hungry. I bet they have pie.”

This time Eddie reached out and slugged Mox’s shoulder making the other howl. Mox was laughing his way through the sting when the glass door of the cafe opened up and another man stepped out. Considerably shorter, but Mox noted that he had a full head of hair. Long hair pulled up into a neat bun. A blank white t-shirt concealed hefty muscles, already there was flour on the black apron he wore. The pair exchanged words before the one in the white shirt went back inside.

“I want the short one.” Mox declared as quickly as his brain would let him.

“Fuckin’ have him. He looks annoying as fuck.” Eddie shook his head. “I got big boy.”

“Dispatch,” Mox gripped the walkie talkie on his shoulder. “This is Elite-12. We’re stepping out for breakfast. Radio’s hot. Over.”

“Confirmed, Elite-12.” The crackling voice came over the radio. “Drink some coffee for me too. Over.”

"You got it, Orange.” Mox responded as they got out of the ambulance. “Elite-12 out.”

As they made their way across the street Mox fixed his t-shirt, tucking it back in where it came loose. Eddie flipped his FDNY cap backwards and rearranged his belt as they approached the cafe. The one Eddie called ‘big boy’ had stepped back inside while they were on their way over so Mox stopped them before the door.

“Hang on.” Mox fixed Eddie’s button up where one of the buttons had come loose. “There ya go.”

“Always lookin’ out for me, Mox.” Eddie pushed the door open for Mox to step through first. They were greeted before the door swung shut.

“Good morning.” The one in the white t-shirt greeted them without looking up from the display case he was working on. Mox bit his lip at the slightly nasally voice. Everything about the guy read smug.

“Welcome to our cafe.” The other man had an accent that made Eddie want to bark, and an absolutely beautiful smile to match. A much warmer personality Eddie gravitated towards.

“Thanks.” Mox responded back automatically as he watched the man work in the display case, putting out freshly made baked goods.

“My pal and I were wondering which one of you was Claudio.” Eddie slithered up to the counter that the man with the accent was behind.

“Oh?” The man looked over at the one in the display case, who finally popped his head out. Like this was an ongoing thing they got.

“Which one of us do you think is Claudio?” The baker asked as he looked over the EMS crew. Eddie and Mox shared a look before looking at the taller man.

“It’s the tall one.” Eddie said at the same time as Mox spoke.

“You.” Mox gestured to the taller man.

“You’re correct.” Claudio looked a little smug. “Sorry, you do not look like a Claudio, Bryan.” He shrugged before looking at Eddie. “Paramedic Kingston?”

“You can just call me Eddie.” Eddie smiled back, turning on the charm. “So it’s your cafe.”

“Yes, it’s my cafe.” Claudio nodded. “But it’s Bryan’s bakery.”

“Good. I thought Blackpool was a strange first name.” Mox joked but the baker, Bryan, simply rolled his eyes. “I’m Mox.”

“J. Moxley.” Bryan indicated the name printed on Mox’s department t-shirt.

“Jon Moxley, but my friends call me Mox.” Mox started looking at the pastries Bryan was putting out, his mouth was practically watering and Bryan didn’t need to know that it wasn’t really about the baked goods.

“EMT Moxley.” Bryan said definitively. “Were you looking for breakfast or just curious?”

“You’ve been out there for quite a few hours. I can imagine you must be tired and bored.” Claudio looked Eddie over as they talked. “What kind of coffee can I get you?”

“Something strong.” Eddie pointedly looked at Claudio’s arms when he said that.

“Something sweet or plain?” Claudio asked as he started getting the espresso ground and packed. Eddie was choosing to read into the question. Claudio was sweet, Bryan was plain, Eddie thought.

“Sweet.” Eddie winked and then started watching Claudio’s hands pack the portafilter. “Some cream too.

“I’ll fix you up, Eddie.” Claudio smiled warmly as he latched the portafilter into the machine and started it. The heavy smell of fresh coffee filled the room.

“It all looks really good actually.” Mox was actually distracted by the pastries by now. They all looked perfect, like they should be in an overly expensive shop in Manhattan or at a school. “Uh…what’s your favorite thing to make?”

Bryan blinked at the question, his eyes narrowed as he formulated his response. Before the baker could speak though the crackle of the EMS radio sounded out into the quiet cafe. Neither Mox nor Eddie reacted, but Claudio and Bryan jumped. The voice spoke grumbled nonsense that the pair seemed to understand. They made eye contact with a nod and Eddie turned his set off and Mox turned his set down a bit more and readjusted the belt he wore as bandolier.

“Is the belt standard issue?” Bryan looked at the regular leather belt.

“He used to be a firefighter. Kinda their little trick. Makes it easier to carry and work the radios.” Eddie explained as Mox nodded along.

“Why don’t you wear yours like that then?” Claudio asked, nodded at the radio being latched to Eddie’s belt and shoulder lapel holding the held set.

“Eddie ain’t a firefighter.” Mox shrugged. Bryan considered Mox in a way he couldn’t read.

“Why not?” Bryan looked over Eddie.

“Are you kidding? I ain’t running into no fuckin’ burning buildings, my man. I’m not scaling tall buildings. You ever see how hard it is to put out a fuckin’ fire? Nah. That’s for the birds.” Eddie shook his head quickly, clearly displeased at the thought of being a firefighter. “Save that shit for the insane and stupidly brave.” Eddie pointed at Mox who just shrugged. “Gave me daily heart attacks when he was doin’ that shit.”

“It was fun.” Mox responded innocently, a little smile on his face. “While it lasted at least.”

“Your life expectancy is longer.” Eddie looked over at Claudio and smirked. “Watch this. It means you can smoke more cigarettes since you’re not inhalin’ all that smoke.”

“Amen to that, brother.” Mox grinned back. “And I get to ride with you every fuckin’ day.”

"Cute. How long have you two been married?" Bryan deadpanned.

"You're mean." Mox grinned over the glass at Bryan. "I think that's hot." Bryan tried his best to keep a straight face.

"Blueberry scone." Bryan finally said.

"What?" Mox blinked at him.

"You asked for my favorite pastry to make. Today it's a blueberry scone." Bryan rolled his eyes, speaking a little slowly just to be a dick.

"Alright, asshole. Then let’s have it.." Mox grinned and then looked over at Claudio. "Can I just get a drip coffee?"

"I want that muffin." Eddie pointed one out to Bryan as he got Mox's on a plate.

"Sure." Bryan rolled his eyes at the demanding tone as he plated both pastries, handing them over to Mox above the glass. Normally Bryan walked them to the table or the boxes for to go orders went to the register. Handing things over the glass wasn't professional.

"Here you are, Mox " Claudio sat out a to-go cup of black coffee for Mox then next to it sat another cup out for Eddie. "And for you, Eddie."

"Thanks, Claudio." Eddie extended the o a little as he took his coffee. "What do we owe you?" Eddie asked as Mox took a seat at one of the nearby tables with their food.

"Don't worry about it." Claudio waved his hand dismissively but Bryan was glaring dagger at him.

"Alright, alright. I'm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth." Eddie shrugged and took their coffees to the table.

The pair behind the counter graviated towards each other as Mox and Eddie found a seat. Claudio and Bryan stood side by side, whispering a bit as Mox and Eddie got ready to eat. The crackle of the radio sounded again.

"Elite-12. Come in." The radio on Mox's shoulder spoke.

"No." Eddie glared at Mox. "Don't. Do not answer it. We just sat down."

"Eddie." Mox shook his head.

"Elite-12, I know you're listening." The bored voice got louder as Mox turned it up. "Got a 45 year old female with chest pains." A beat. "Come on, Elite-12. It's life or death or whatever."

"This is Elite-12 responding. Over." Mox radioed back.

"Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck this lady. Let's fuckin’ go." Eddie stood up with a huff, a look of longing cast at the food and drinks.

"Finally." Orange sighed into the radio and started repeating the address as the pair left the cafe in a hurry.

"Thanks!" Mox called out as they left.

"Come back and see us." Claudio waved, hoping his voice got to them before the door swung shut.

The pair hurried across the stress to the ambulance. The traffic stopped for them as they recklessly went into the stress. Mox was on his way to the driver's side while Eddie was able to jump right into the passage seat.

“Hang on, Eddie.” Mox jogged around the far side of the ambulance as Eddie was climbing in.

“Hang on? We gotta fuckin’ go! MOXLEY!” Eddie shouted, leaning over to throw open the door to Mox’s side. “The fuck--”

Mox was retching hard, one knee on the ground and mostly losing whatever was in his stomach. Luckily none of Bryan’s baked goods or Claudio’s coffee. Eddie groaned, hitting the lights but not sound just yet. Mox threw up a few more times, spats and then quickly got into the ambulance.

“You gonna explain yourself?” Eddie passed Mox an old bottle of water.

Mox was somehow weaving in and out of traffic, flipping the siren, and throwing back the water before spitting it back into the bottle. There was a heavy sigh from him before he tossed the bottle onto the floor.

“Holy fuck.” Mox shook his head. “We walked in and I knew if he saw me dippin’ he’d be fucking digusted.”

“Jon.” Eddie snapped his head to the side to stare at his friend. “Did you fuckin’ swallow your lip full of dip?”

“Yeah.” Mox said miserably. “I fuckin’ swallowed it.”

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, dude.” Eddie just stared at his friend.

“It was fuckin’ stupid. A snap decision. I don’t know why I thought that was the solution.” Mox groaned, punching the steering wheel. “Fuckin’ move!” He honked at a car that had yet to notice the emergency service vehicle. “He was just…so fuckin’ smug and god damn pretty, Eddie, I panicked.”

“Brother.” Eddie shook his head and looked back at the road as Mox swung around the car. “I don’t even know what the fuck to say to that. Don’t do it again?”

“Sure fuckin’ bet I won’t do it again!” Mox laughed. “I might just fuckin’ give up dip now.”

“Disgusting, dude. Wait you swallowed that at the…like just as we walked in?” Eddie gagged. “You had to fuckin’ throw up that whole time? Are you okay?”

“I think I’m good now.” Mox sighed, actually soundly still miserable as he held his stomach. “How much longer we got?”

“Six hours. Sorry.” Eddie sighed as they double parked on the curb of a complex. “Let’s ride. Grab the lifepack, and don’t fuckin’ throw up.”

It was a very long, busy six hours and forty five minutes for Eddie and Mox. They dropped off their last patient at the nearby ER nicknamed the Butcher Shop due to the fact that the doctor that ran the night shift was named “Butcher” Williams, and the head nurse was called the Blade. They all burned some time on the clock chatting and talking shop before Eddie and Mox dragged themselves back to the EMS station.

Of course they had to do all their logging and cleaning up. By the time everything was done Mox was sleeping sitting up in the cleaned and restocked ambulance. Eddie shook his partner awake. It was a difficult task to get Mox to open his eyes.

“C’mon. We’re not sleeping here again.” Eddie urged, pulling and tugging at Mox’s arm.

“Who cares? I’m tired.” Mox grumbled as he tried to lay down on the bench seat.

“If you get your ass up not only will I drive us, but I’ll make sad rice when we get home.” Eddie promised. He was the least tired of the two. Mox hadn’t gotten much sleep and he was always determined to be the one driving simply because he knew Eddie hated it.

“Sad rice?” Mox perked up, pushing himself up onto his elbow. “For real?”

“Yeah. I’ll make it while you shower, okay?” Eddie sighed, reaching out to ruffle Mox’s shaggy reddish brown hair. “C’mon, buddy, you deserve to sleep in your own bed. Yeah?”

“Okay. Fine.” Mox sighed as he finally got up.

They stumbled out of the back of the rig together and headed through the front office leaning on one another. While Mox had finished up the last of their duties on the ambulance Eddie had stored their bags in the truck they drove to work together. To this day Eddie wasn’t sure how they managed to live together, drive to work together, work in close quarters together, and then go back home together, but they did, and they had for a while.

“Mox, Eddie!” Excalibur called out from behind his desk, waving them back over.

“Yo, Captain. We can’t. Sorry. I barely even got Mox walkin--”

“Would you shut up for just a second, Kingston?” Excalibur threw a pen across the small room at Taz, the lieutenant, when he snickered. “A kid from some fancy cafe delivered you guys something. Here. The crew were going to eat so I, being the good guy I am, brought it in here. Where I only had to fight off Taz.”

“You guys ain’t getting Reversed Nightinggaled, are ya?” Taz asked. “Because that’s a nice fucking breakfast.”

“What?” Mox looked at the plain white box and opened it up. There was some sort of puff pastry with cheese and meat, probably more. “Oh shit. This is from Bryan and Claudio.”

“Woah.” Eddie stared at the food in front of them. It looked incredible, delicious. Something out of a cookbook.

“We drank the coffee though. It was gonna be cold by the time you got here.” Taz shrugged.

“That’s true. It was our fee for watching over the food.” Excalibur grinned.

“Also no, we’re not getting fucking Nightinggaled or whatever.” Eddie went to reach in to grab some of the pastry but Mox batted his hand away.

“Wait till we get home.” Mox grunted as he closed the box. “It was a cafe we were parked across from. We sat down to eat breakfast and got a call before we could have any of it.” Mox explained as he picked up the box.

“What cafe?” Excalibur asked. “Oh, wait. There's a card. It was loose. Hang on.” He got up to get his uniform jacket and pulled out the card. “There.”

“Thanks.” Eddie took it. “It’s called Claudio’s Cafe & the Blackpool Bakery.” Eddie recited without really thinking about it, having committed the place to memory.

“People love to give us free shit.” Taz finally tossed the pen back at Excalibur.

“Hell yeah, they do.” Eddie grinned. “I think we’re also gonna fuck these guys. They’re hot. Well, Claudio is hot. The baker is a bitch.”

“I wish you the best of luck in that, but please don’t do it on the clock, gentlemen.” Excalibur sighed and put the pen away, clearly calling an end to his fight with Taz.

“Get yours, boys. Bakers tend to be bitches, but that’s Mox’s type, huh?” Taz grinned.

“Fuck you, Taz. How do you know anything about bakers?” Mox asked as they headed towards the door.

“The same way you’re learning about bakers, kid. Get out of here. Don’t come back. You boys look tired.” Taz shooed them off with a dismissive hand gesture.

“What he said.” Excalibur grunted. “Enjoy your days off, guys.”

“Thanks, Cap. Lou.” Eddie tipped his Yankees cap to them.

They left to Taz’s comments about baseball.

The fifteen minute drive home was too long for Mox, who slept on the window as they passed through the sunlight city. It was sometime around noon and they’d soon be home to go to bed. The radio played sport reports Eddie tried to pay attention to so he didn’t nod off between the station and their driveway. The smell of Bryan’s food was really what kept Eddie awake.

Once they pulled into the house Eddie left the truck running as he took in their bags and the food. Mox got a few minutes extra to sleep. Their yellow lab greeted Eddie at the door and followed him to and from the truck.

“Wake up Mox, Deano. That’s a good girl.” Eddie led their dog through the driver's side door.

Deano jumped into the seat and then dropped into Mox’s lap, slowly scooting her snout under Mox’s arm and making quiet whines. Slowly Mox’s eyes opened and Deano lifted up to lick his face.

“Oh, hey, girl.” Mox grinned as he put his arms around the dog and buried his face in her neck. “I missed you. What a good girl. So sweet, wakin’ me up.”

Deano was practically Mox’s service dog at this point. They had trained her to do a few things to help Mox but she was older and already had many years under her being a search & rescue dog. Mox was definitely her human, though she loved Eddie just as much.

“Let’s get inside.” Mox unclipped his seat belt before getting out.

They trudged inside with Eddie. They got onto the porch and Mox had to kick off his work boots. Eddie’s already gone and replaced by his slides. Their dirty uniforms were tucked into a laundry basket outside as well. None of their work clothes made it inside until they washed them and cleaned their boots on the porch. Deano patiently waited just inside the door for them.

It was a routine they could do in their sleep which was good because they were both asleep on their feet. Eddie urged Mox to the shower as he got their food ready to eat. It didn’t take Mox long to stumble down the steps from his shower, too exhausted to even enjoy that.

“Gonna take Deano out while you shower. Then food?” Mox looked so hopeful.

“Of course, dude.” Eddie chuckled as he started up the stairs.

Mox went to the back door to let Deano out. There was a doggie door but when they got home one or both of them would take her out, let her run around and play some fetch. They were gone so much they worked to make time for her. After all, Deano deserved it. On long shifts sometimes they left her at the station with Taz or Excalibur or Tony. Sometimes their neighbors would check on her.

“C’mon, Deano!” Mox grinned as he threw the ball and she took off at top speed for the fences to get the ball.

Mox could get lost in these moments. Simple, and easy with his dog. After the day they had. The days they have. The weight of it all sometimes hung too heavy on Mox, and he needed to ground himself in his own life. Deano had been perfect for that. He loved their dog so much. Deano darted back and happily gave him the ball, they repeated this until she decided to play with him. When Mox reached for the ball on the ground she dropped onto the ground and acted like she was going to get Mox’s hand.

“Hey!” Mox laughed and then darted out to playfully, and gently, tackle Deano.

“Ready for breakfast?” Eddie asked as he brought everything out onto the porch, freshly cleaned up and looking a little more alive.

“Yeah. Yeah. C’mon, Deano.” Mox snapped his fingers for her to follow. Before sitting down he poured a cup of food for Deano and while she chomped he took his seat. “I’m so exhausted I feel like I’m not going to actually be able to enjoy it.”

“I feel like I’m not refine enough to know what I’m enjoyin’.” Eddie grumbled as he watched Mox cut and lift out the pastry Eddie had heated back up. “Here.” He slid a cold diet coke to Mox and took his own Sprite.

“You thought of everything.” Mox sat back. “Here it goes.”

They both started eating. After the first bite they locked eyes and groaned as they ate the most amazing breakfast they’d ever had. Incredibly flaky and buttery, savory and cooked perfect. Mox couldn’t quite believe it was as good as it looked. Or that Bryan was running just some bakery in the city. The place had been new too.

“Okay, I didn’t want to have to give it to him but that bitch is a fuckin’ good baker.” Eddie grumbled as he shoved more into his mouth. “Like what the fuck even is this? How is it so good?”

“I’ve never had a savory pastry before.” Mox spoke quietly as he tried to commit everything to memory. He wasn’t a food guy. Things kinda mostly tasted the same to him, or just big flavors stood out. This was subtle and perfect, prepared by someone who could taste every ingredient. “We should go back tomorrow afternoon.”

“We fuckin’ should.” Eddie looked up. “Hey, what’d the card say by the way?”

“Oh fuck. Forgot about the card.” Mox said through a mouth full of food, getting up to dart inside. The card was in his pocket in his jacket by the front door.

As he came back he opened it up, sliding the hefty fine card out of the equally elegant envelope. The paper was a coffee brown. The front had Claudio’s Cafe & the Blackpool Bakery beautifully handwritten across it, perfectly spaced letters in perfect swooping penmanship. It wasn’t a stamp though. When Mox opened up the letter the top portion of the card was filled with the neatly handwritten recipe on the top of the card, in the same handwriting as the front. It included everything, how much, and serving sizes. Below that was different handwriting telling them how nice it was to meet them.

“Eddie & Mox, meeting you this morning was wonderful. A nice change from the normal trickle of customers. We hope to have you back, but in the meantime enjoy Bryan’s jambon.” Mox read aloud, not totally sure how to say jambon.

“Claudio is fucking cute.” Eddie reached over to take the letter and read it himself.

“He’s seven feet tall and jacked. Not cute. Very sexy though.” Mox chuckled as he took another bite of his food. “Bryan’s cute. I wanna watch him make his fuckin’ little pastries.”

“And eat his ass.” Eddie rolled his eyes.

“Shut up.” Mox laughed, shaking his head. “I bet his ass is as good as his baking.”

“Please. I’m fuckin’ eatin’ here!” Eddie shook his head, dramatically pretending he could throw up. “Don’t ruin the one thing I like about the dude.”

“His ass?” Mox teased as he took the note back.

“His cooking, bitch!” Eddie had half a mind to throw his fork at Mox. “Anyways, Claudio is obviously the catch. Bryan couldn’t even write a note, just the recipe. Like we’re gonna make it ourselves, please.”

“It’s probably just his way of saying thanks. He had to make it after all.” Mox pointed out.

“Fine. Whatever.” Eddie sighed as he finished his plate, pushing it forward and then pulling out a package of cigarettes. “Wanna?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Mox was still stuffing his face, eyes glued to the careful, perfectly spaced capital letters that made up Bryan’s handwriting. The last bite of Mox’s breakfast was savored as he took the newly lit cigarette from Eddie. “We’re going to the Ranger’s game tomorrow night with Santana & Ortiz, right?”

“Yeah, we’re supposed to.” Eddie looked over at Mox, the idea transferring from Mox to Eddie without a word. “Or they could have something else to do and we could take the baker and the hot guy.”

“Exactly.” Mox grinned as he sucked down the smoke. “We’ll go sometime tomorrow and invite them.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Eddie paused. “What if they don’t like hockey?”

“Then we give the tickets back to Santana & Ortiz and do something else with them?” Mox suggested as he got their plates together.

“Yeah, yeah. I mean, I really wanted to go to that game.” Eddie frowned.

“Fuck off. C’mon.” Mox exhaled. “We can go any time we’re off.”

“We can also chase dick any time we’re off.” Eddie shrugged. “We kinda chase dick when we’re at work too though.”

“Think chasing dick is just our default.” Mox grinned.

“You’re right. Chasing dick, smoking sticks.” Eddie reached out to bump fists with Mox in their absolutely ridiculous manor.

“You should be a poet, Eddie. Really.” Mox leaned back in his chair. “They’re cool. Seem cool at least.”

“Cool? Don’t know about that, but I do know I wanna fuck Claudio until he cries and I’m pretty sure he’s into the idea.” Eddie looked off into the distance, reimaging their meeting this morning. “You didn’t get close enough, but Moxie, his eyes. They’re so pretty. His smile is just…”

“Calm down, dude. How can you even tell what he wants, Eddie? You talked to him for like five minutes.” Mox always doubted Eddie’s ability to clock a compatible partner in bed. The man could nail down someone’s sexual prefances like he was reading a list, and had done so to Mox many times. Mox still always doubted. “I just don’t get how you can clock that he wants you to fuck him until he cries from like 30 words.”

“Well,” Eddie took a huge drawl off his cigarette. “It’s a vibe, babe. Just gotta read it. I’m putting out a vibe, he’s sending it back. I don’t know, but I’ll let you know if he’s into it when I do fuck him.”

“You’re pretty sure of yourself.” Mox considered this for a moment. “Twenty bucks says Claudio wants to fuck you until you cry.”

“Oh, you’re on, kid.” Eddie cackled. “I’ll do ya one better. Twenty says I fuck Claudio in the described fashion, but also I bet you an additional twenty that Bryan is a fuckin’ freak who is gonna fuck you sideways.”

“Do normal people have these kinds of conversations and shit?” Mox laughed, rubbing his forehead. “Fine, but define ‘fucks me sideways’.”

“He looks like he does yoga. I mean, literally fuck you sideways.” Eddie stubbed out he butt of his cigarette.

“Fine, fine. You’re on.” Mox shrugged. “Don’t know how I’m the fuckin’ normal one between us.”

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re anything but the normal one.” Eddie took the dishes and headed inside.

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