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jupitercomet · 4 months
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When the Lies Catch Up
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summary - You should have known to question when Bob suddenly appeared in your bakery and made his place in your life—but, in your defense, his smile was so charming! Five dates in and he's already swept you off your feet completely with his thoughtful nature and kind heart. But the question still remains: what do you actually know about him? And why does he always come back to you covered in bruises?
warnings - DARK THEMES, boxer au, language, Bob is 6′5″ because I said so, no use of y/n, brief smut... half smut? idk they get interrupted, mentions of injury, mentions of violence, men being a little gross
this blog is 18+, minors please do not interact
word count - 3.0k
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“What—”
“I am so sorry.” On your doorstep stands a very distraught looking Bob. He’s holding a takeout bag from Charlotte’s in one hand and a cup holder of coffees in the other, almost juggling the two in his haste to get his words out.
You wipe your eyes tiredly.
“I had work so I couldn’t— And I know it’s early, I’m sorry, but I didn’t want you waking up thinking that I just wanted to use you for sex or something. Because I don’t! I— I really like you and I know what I did makes me such an asshole, but that really wasn’t my intention—”
“Bob.” You cut him off and the man’s mouth snaps shut. “Put those down please.”
Bob sets the bag and coffees on your porch, a nervous look on his face as he watches you for any kind of reaction. Your face remains neutral, which frightens him more, and it isn’t until he’s straightened back up that you lunge for him. 
A startled noise of surprise leaves Bob’s lips as you pull him down by the collar of his shirt, swallowing the sound with a deep kiss. He collects his bearings quickly, his hands landing on your hips as he walks you into your house, closing your door with his foot. His hand cups the back of your head, muting your thud against the wall, and his leg slots between your own.
Your grip on the front of his shirt loosens and you pull away from him with a breath. “I don’t understand how a man like you can exist.”
“I mean— I’m not—” Bob’s cheeks are pink and he looks down almost bashfully, which would be endearing if his thigh wasn’t in between your legs.
Wordlessly, you pull your sleep shirt over your head. You hadn’t bothered with a bra when you were woken up to someone nervously knocking on your door and, as you watched Bob’s eyes widen, it was definitely the right decision.
“Oh.”
One thing that has always surprised you about Bob is his reflexes. Regardless of what’s thrown at him, he can always recover quickly. Which is why it only takes a second before a trail of clothes is leading to your bedroom door. 
“Fuck,” Bob nips your earlobe and your thighs squeeze at the feeling. “Always so good to me, sweet pea. ‘M gonna make it up to you, pretty girl.”
You let out a breathy moan as his large, rough hands squeeze your breasts, your body gently being laid on the mattress with a softness that wasn’t entirely present last night. “Please…”
Bob fumbles with his jeans quickly, doing it one-handed as he dips down to catch one of your nipples in his mouth. His teeth brush against the sensitive bud and your back arches as he pulls away, leaving a trail of wet kisses across your chest as he moves to give your other nipple the same attention.
“Bobby, oh—” You tangle your fingers in his hair, holding him to your chest as he kicks his jeans off.
“I’ll give you what you want, sweet pea,” his lips move up to your neck and his hand drops to the growing dark patch on your panties. “I haven’t even touched you yet and you're soaking,” he presses his thumb into you through the fabric, your underwear pulling against you as he does so. “Am I making you feel good?”
“Hey, did you get DoorDash or something? There was food waiting outside so I just brought it in.”
Your eyes snap open wide and they’re met with an equally panicked Bob, who’s frozen on top of you. “Who’s that?” He mouths.
“Eloise.” You hit his arm gently, trying to move him off you. The bed creaks under him as he rolls off you and he winces.
“Girl, are you still in bed? It’s, like, 7:00.”
“I’m— I’m awake!” You’re praying she hasn’t noticed the discarded clothes outside your room, grabbing a shirt off the floor and throwing it over yourself. “Just give me a sec!”
You hold out a hand, instructing Bob to stay put, and slip out the bedroom, shutting the door behind you securely. Taking a deep breath, you try to make it look like you weren’t about to get your back blown out by a 6’5” Adonis of a man and make quick work of grabbing all the clothes that hadn’t made it to your room and throw them in a nearby hamper. 
Eloise calls out your name again, rummaging through your kitchen, and you scurry over to her.
“Hey,” you say a bit breathlessly, leaning against the wall to appear nonchalant. “What’s— What’s up? What are you doing here?”
Eloise makes a face after she finally found what she was looking for in your fridge, closing the door with a Fanta in hand. “What do you mean? Obviously I wanted to hear how your date with Bob went.”
Your eyes widen because you know that Bob should be able to hear you from the bedroom, and you really don’t want to gush about him with Eloise when he’s right there.
“Oh, um, it was good— Great, actually. Can I— I’m actually not feeling well, so…” You bite your lip, shifting awkwardly and glancing at your bedroom door.
Eloise furrows her brows. “Why are you acting so weird? What—” She cuts herself off with a gasp when she follows your eyes. “Oh my god! Is he here?” She whispers loudly.
“What? No!” You laugh awkwardly, blocking Eloise’s view of the door.
Eloise just lets out a squeal, almost vibrating in her excitement. “That is not your fucking shirt! He’s totally here right now. Where is he? Is he hiding under the bed?”
“No, he is not hiding under the bed,” you hiss, wishing you could just melt into the floor. You hide your face in your hands “Please can you just pretend this didn’t happen?”
“Oh, absolutely not, but I will give you some privacy,” she sings the word, taking a smug sip of her Fanta. “I expect details later, missy.” 
Eloise moves to grab her bag, “Bye then!” You send her a mortified wave, but suddenly she’s smirking, looking over your head with a wave of her own. “It was nice seeing you, God’s gift to women.”
You whip around to see Bob’s head peeking out of your bedroom, looking like a deer in the headlights with both you and Eloise staring at him. “You too…”
Eloise cackles, but you’re already pushing her to your front door, kicking her out with a halfhearted glare. The door to your house closes and you let a groan cut through the now quiet air. 
“Oh my god.”
“I’m sorry,” Bob says when you make your way back over to him. “I know you wanted me to wait in the bedroom, but I could hear you guys talking about me so I thought—”
“It’s okay. It’s Eloise. She probably would have opened that door herself if you didn’t,” you cut him off and Bob’s shoulders slump in relief as he lets you lead him back into your room.
There’s a touch of awkwardness lingering in the air as the two of you stand in the middle of your room. In your haste, you’d picked up Bob’s shirt, so now all he has on him is his boxers.
Bob looks at you unsurely. “Do you want to—”
“Not really,” you wince at how quickly you cut him off. “Sorry, it’s just— I think I’m too embarrassed…”
“Oh, good, I was thinking the same thing, I just didn’t want to leave it if you were unsatisfied.” Bob looks visibly relieved and it lightens the mood a little because you have genuinely never met a man like him. He looks around your bedroom, before his eyes land on your bed. “Well, if we’re not gonna do that, can I make up for last night?”
You furrow your brows. “What do you me— Oh!” 
Bob picks you up suddenly, dropping you both on the bed as you let out a yelp. Your back is pressed to his chest, his arms wrapped around your middle, and he shuffles a bit to get comfortable. You turn in Bob’s grip to face him, a smile lighting up your features that you don’t even try to hide.
“Your way of making up for last night is cuddling?”
“Well, yeah,” Bob lets out a small yawn and it occurs to you that, between your date, his sudden job, and his early morning to come see you, he must have only slept a couple hours. “It’s what I should’ve been doing last night. I’m sorry—”
You cut him off with a gentle kiss, cupping his cheek as you try to express how truly forgiven he is. Bob reciprocates, a small, blissful smile on his lips when you pull away from him. Your own face mirrors that expression, though it falls quickly.
“How’d you get this bruise?” You ask, your fingers lightly tracing the purple you’ve just noticed on his side.
Bob tenses under your touch, his eyes widening slightly as he tries to draw your attention away from his body. “Oh, I— The job was to move some things and I rammed myself into a dresser.”
“Does it hurt? Do you want some ice?” You move to get up, but Bob stops you, distracting you with a kiss of his own as he pulls you back into bed.
“I’m just fine, sweet pea.”
With his assurance, you settle back into his chest, getting comfortable again as your breath starts to match the rise in fall of Bob’s chest. 
He clears his throat suddenly. “This… This ‘God’s gift to women’ thing isn’t going away anytime soon, is it?”
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There was something about Bob that made him feel just out of reach. He was perfect—as perfect as a person can be, at least—but there was something that just felt off. It wasn’t that you thought he was pretending to be somebody he wasn’t, you didn’t think Bob was capable of that. He may look big and intimidating, but you’ve seen him go bright pink all the way down to his neck and stumble over his words like they’re sprinting in a race. Bob wasn’t pretending to be somebody else, he was just leaving a part of himself out.
Sometimes it felt like you didn’t know Bob. You know Bo, the scrappy kid who would do anything and everything for his mom and best friend. You know Bo, who dreamed of being a pilot and took physics in high school and tried to imagine what it would feel like to fly. You know Bo, who loves novels, and rom coms, and poetry about the human experience. 
Then there’s your Bobby—you’ve never called him Bobby to his face, but you like to think he’s yours. Your Bobby, who lets his tongue peek through his lips when he’s concentrating. Your Bobby, who plays 20 questions like it’s a declaration of commitment. Your Bobby, who hides shyly behind his ball cap like he didn’t have you pressed up against a wall only a few minutes ago.
And they’re both him, you know that. Bobby and Bo are equally Bob as anything else, but they aren’t all of him. There’s a piece missing. You know Bobby and Bo, but you don’t know Bob.
You know that he has a sweet tooth. You know that he works at Maverick’s Gym and Boxing—but only sometimes, other times he takes up odd jobs, like moving furniture at 3:00 in the morning. You know that, for whatever reason, someone scribbled down the address to Spiderhead Boxing because he needed it. And you know that he must be quite clumsy because, days after your morning together, you’re still finding bruises on him.
“We can call it a day if you want?”
“Huh?” You’re pulled from your thoughts only for your eyes to lock with Bob’s concerned ones. “Sorry, I just— I got distracted.”
“It’s okay, sweet pea. Why don’t we call it and I’ll get you a coffee or something?” Bob’s already taking off your gloves, inspecting your hands with gentle fingers to make sure you haven’t accidentally hurt yourself during your lesson.
You smile softly. “Okay.”
Bob undoes your wraps, pressing a sweet kiss to the back of your hand as he looks up at you through his lashes. You scoff playfully at his antics, though your heart does not seem to be on the same page as it flutters bashfully.
“Reaper.” Bob tenses suddenly, his fingers freezing on the wraps on your other hand as a shorter man with jet black hair approaches the two of you. “I wanna see your A game tomorrow night, alright? Got a lot riding on this.”
Bob nods stiffly. “Got it, Mav.”
The man—Mav—glances at you, as if now realizing your there, then at your hand that’s still being held by both of Bob’s. He looks back at Bob with a knowing smirk, already turning on his heels to walk away. “Good for you, kid.”
Your brows furrow as you watch him leave, not entirely sure what to make of the man. “What was that?”
“That’s just my boss,” Bob explains, though his voice sounds weirdly hollow. “He recruits professional fighters, I’m— I’m training one of them for him.”
“Oh, that’s cool! Are you training him for a fight or something?” You perk up a bit, because this is Bob. You’re finally learning about Bob.
“Something like that, yeah.”
“Have you ever fought anyone before?” You wonder aloud as Bob moves to start cleaning all the equipment you used. “Like, professionally, I mean.”
He gives you another strange look you can’t decipher. “No… I haven’t.”
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You don’t know what compelled you to do it. Maybe it was because somewhere, deep down, you knew Bob was hiding something. Maybe it was because you needed to prove to yourself that no one could possibly be as perfect for you as Bob was. Maybe it’s because it feels like that little white card with an address on it has burned itself into your nightstand and you haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.
Whatever the reason, you find yourself sitting in a parked car outside Spiderhead Boxing, 783 Ragnarok Road.
It’s perhaps the sketchiest looking establishment you’ve ever seen. From what you can make out through the front window, not a single person in it looks remotely like someone you’d want to be around. You can hear Eloise screaming at you in your head about how stupid of an idea this is, and she’s probably right. Actually, there’s still time if you just want to turn around and—
A sudden knock on your window causes you to flinch.
“Hi,” a man who looks to be about your age peers down at you as you roll down your window. “Couldn’t help but notice you parked outside.” With his head, he gestures back to the gym. “You’ve been staring for a while. Need something?”
You wet your lips nervously. “Oh, um, I’m just waiting for someone. He said he’d meet me here.”
“Who are you waiting for?” The man is still eyeing you suspiciously.
“Um,” you suck in a breath. “...Reaper.”
At that, the man relaxes suddenly, letting out a loud laugh like you’ve said something funny. “That pussy? Hate to break it to ya, sweet thing, but he’s not coming. Not all the way over here. I’m surprised he even suggested this place in the first place.”
This confuses you for two reasons because why would this man know that and, more importantly, why does he seem to know Bob well enough that he can recognize his inside joke nickname?
“You know him?”
“Know him?” The man props himself against your car door with a smirk. “Sweet thing, I fight him tonight.”
Your eyebrows raise in surprise, but the man hardly seems to notice continuing his explanation with a boastful air and without even sparing you a glance. “He fought my buddy Razor a few nights back, but the dude went ape shit and then ditched before their rematch. It’s too bad for Reaper though, he actually had a shot against Razor, I’m gonna fuck his pretty boy face up so bad— ‘specially now that I know that he ditched ya.”
It occurs to you suddenly that this man is trying to flirt with you—however gross and misguided it is—and while normally you’d try to politely decline, you know an in when you see one. And this was your in because, as it turns out, you do know Bob. The piece that’s missing is Reaper.
And if all this is true, that means Bob had left you hours after having sex with you for the first time to go fight someone. And that he’s lied to your face over and over again. And if he’s lying to you about this, what else could he be lying about?
“Oh, um, thank you...” You swallow, trying to hide the sudden sinking feeling that’s settling in your stomach.
“Hey,” the man lights up suddenly, like he’s had a genius idea. “You should come watch tonight. Always like having a pretty girl around me when I win.”
“I— I should?”
The man grins. “Just tell them you’re with Peter Hayes.”
Your phone lights up in your cup holder with a text from Bob. He’s probably showing you his Wordle score or something. Because that was Bob, Bo—your Bobby. And maybe this had all been a mistake. Maybe this Peter guy is talking about a different Reaper. Because your Bobby wouldn’t leave you alone after sleeping with you, only to come back the next morning and lie to your face about it... right?
Your phone screen goes back to black when you make no move to answer the text and your reflection looks back at you through its rectangular glass. You turn back to Peter.
“What time should I come?”
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watchyourbuck · 3 months
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Just finished the Breakdown™️ episode (5x13) and I feel like clawing at my walls tbh. The way Chris’ immediate response is to call Buck, and the way Buck’s face changes when he hears ‘Dad, dad, dad!’, because that’s Eddie, HIS Eddie, and HIS kid. And then how he rushes in, first thing is to calm Chris,,, he puts his hands on each side of his face that’s how you console YOUR child, not your best friend’s child, and then knocks on the door and instead of saying “Eddie it’s Buck,” he says “Eddie it’s me,” because Eddie would only ever expect that ‘me’ to be Buck. Hen, Chim, Bobby, they’d announce their names….
And then he forces the door open bc he’s so worried, and he sees the wall and the glass, and his voice quivers and “E-Eddie?” Because what if he hurt himself ???? What would he do then????
And he hears him cry and he’s ofc devastated but at least he’s alive y’know? And he rushes to his side and kneels, and his eyes soften at the sight of a sobbing Eddie and he asks very calmly what’s going on and idk about you guys but what I saw was Buck physically restraining himself from hugging him bc he KNOWS it would make things worse but he wants to comfort him so BAAAAADLY. And then Eddie asks how’s Chris and Buck says “he’s still scared out of his mind… he’s not the only one.” PLEASE
Currently chewing glass guys fr
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yandere-sins · 11 months
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hey it's my first time requesting so idk if this is the correct way to do it but...
could I request dazai with a darling that always tries to outsmart him (but fails)
Thanks for the request!
Warning for Violence (Blood, Attempts to kill/immobilize), Sexual Content (Boners)
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♡ It really only makes you more adorable in his eyes. There you are, grumbling in a corner, hatching your plans, while Dazai watches you with a grin on his face. He knows about the few items you snatched and hid in your pillowcase. Sometimes he ignores them on purpose, so it's a surprise to see what you're up to. But if he does catch a glance, he usually figures out your plans. Sometimes he slips in some bobby pins or the one thing you miss so your plan can work, just to make things more exciting for the both of you before waiting for you to act on it.
♡ Some plans involve merely escaping, Dazai always waiting for you to poke your head out of the chosen door or window, waving and congratulating you for your attempt before stuffing you back inside. The real fun only begins when you start getting physical. Knocking him out, spiking his tea with the meds he provided, and "accidentally" left out in the open. He pretends to be out cold while your hands roam through his pockets, finding nothing but dust and candy while you search for a key. It's something Dazai could get used to, having you explore him so thoroughly, but you always realize much too quickly he's awake, as he can't help his pants from straining against his crotch. When you look up at his face, staring into his wide-open eyes, all he says is, "Oopsie! You got me!"
♡ Getting stabbed is a little annoying, admittedly, but seeing you struggle to actually kill him is all the more exciting for him. You hate him, you want to escape, but you're not a born-and-raised murderer. It doesn't come easily to you to actually slit his throat, but damn, you're so sexy, straddling him, threatening his life with the butterknife he saw you swipe from the breakfast table. His hands roam your legs, hips bucking and making you gasp as you tell him to stop fucking moving. Still, his grin only grows unnervingly wide by the time he reaches your wrists, grabbing them and flipping you over. Before you know it, Dazai has you pinned under him, blood trickling from a shallow cut in his cheeks while he asks if you're ready to die with him, considering how easily you decided to kill him. It awakens the psycho in him, making you wish you wouldn't have acted on this dumb idea.
♡ Even Dazai understands how frustrating it is when nothing ever works, so he occasionally lets you 'win'. It's more of a reward for good behavior or when it's your 'anniversary' with him, but he pretends to mess up, letting you slip from his grasp, counting to ten before pursuing you. It has led to some wonderful chases around town and even through parks and forests, there being no better feeling than finally catching up to you, throwing you against a wall, and through breathless gasps, kissing you until you both almost pass out. Nothing could ever describe the feeling of lifting you up into his arms and carrying you back to his hideout, knowing you are his and can never escape him, no matter how much you try and cry in his arms. It's liberating to know nothing can take you from him, no plan, and no one else, and once the door closes behind your two, he'll get to have fun punishing you like you deserve.
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mydearesthrry · 8 months
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Cloud Watching — H.S.
another oneeeee haiiiiii. ps, just wanted to mention that my requests are ALWAYS open. ok bye enjoy!! <3
🎀 warnings/cw: none, inappropriate clouds? idk, kissing, FLUFFFF
🐇 pairing: bf!harry x fem!reader
💐 wc: 400!!!!!! teeeeeny tiny blurb
summary: cloud watching in a flowery field with bf!h <3
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The soft breeze flowed over you and Harry, a soft scrunch forming on your nose from the cold tickle. Laying on a plaid blanket, the two of you stared up at the sky, Harry’s hand entwined in your hair as your head rested on his chest. A couple of feet from you laid a speaker on top of your closed picnic basket, softly playing Bobby Darin’s You’ll Never Know. Soft hums emitted from his throat, chest vibrating under your head.
“Look, that one kinda looks like a turtle,” You point at the sky, a cloud floating slowly in the air.
“Oh, y’right! And look over there, that one looks like a dolphin,” You follow Harry’s hand as he points to a different section of the sky, nodding in agreement at his words. “‘S cute.”
You sit up from your position, moving over to be level with Harry. He looks over at you, opening his left arm to cushion your head. You lie down, curling into his side and resting your hand on his chest, engagement ring glistening in the sun. Moving your gaze back up to the sky, you giggle a little, before moving your hand up to draw what you were looking at.
Harry watches your hand in confusion, watching you draw a stick with two circles on the bottom. “Wha’ are y’drawing? A pogo stick?”
You snort, shaking your head while giggling. “No y’lump,” Pausing for dramatic effect, you trace it again. “It’s a dick.”
Harry let out a loud cackle, sitting up and knocking you over, hunching over and clutching his belly as he roared with laughter.
“What?! How d’you even see that! Oh my, y’too much f’me, m’love.” He wipes his eyes with his fingertips, pulling you into his lap, chest still shaking with laughter.
“I dunno! Don’t ask me!” You laugh loudly too, purely just laughing at his chortles. Twisting your head around to meet his face, you smile and let your eyes trace his features. His small bunny teeth, deep dimples popping out in his cheeks, and his green eyes that looked even brighter in the sun, if that was even possible. “I love you.”
“My sweet love,” he pulls you closer to him, pressing soft kisses wherever he can reach, “I love you, so, so, so much.” Placing a kiss on your face with each word.
“I’m so lucky.”
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mazzystar24 · 3 months
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My 911 hills I will die on:
Eddie Diaz is gay
Buck has ADHD- the writers could come knocking on my door and tell me that he’s not and I still would argue with them with a PowerPoint and everything
The Buckley parents deserve to go straight to hell and their redemption arc makes me foam at the mouth (negative)
More on that: the insistence of a show that is so deeply rooted in the concept of found family to constantly give shitty parents redemption arcs is so irritating
Maddie Buckley didn’t raise buck since she was 9 years old while dealing with her own trauma or give him her jeep and money (AKA HER LITERAL SAFETY NET TO ESCAPE HER ABUSER) just so people can sit there and call her a bad sister -I’m a Maddie Buckley defender and I stand by that
Both sides were flawed with the lawsuit thing and neither should be too harshly judged- Bobby kept buck out when buck already proved himself but he was doing it out of protectiveness in his own flawed way because let’s be honest he just saw the guy he considers a son nearly die in front of him three times in one year and saw the PT and toll it all took through the whole process and keep in mind he’s already lost 2 kids already but buck also shouldn’t have sued impulsively or disclosed such intimate information and should’ve tried to take a more rational approach but let’s also be fair and remember this is the guy THAT DID GO THROUGH ALL THOSE THINGS IN THAT SHORT AMOUNT OF TIME like no one would be okay mentally, no one would be rational, not when you spend a shit ton of time to recover only to be told (in his brain at least) that it’s not enough from someone you not only consider as a mentor, friend and father figure but also the same person who was motivating you through your recovery
The way Shannon spoke about Christopher’s cerebral palsy will never not rub me the wrong way I’m sorry to any who love her
The way Natalia spoke about bucks death is also just a no from me
I actually hated the whole thing with Hen and the madney engagement like idk why the writing felt it was appropriate to try to compare Hen CHEATING (granted it was ooc and in season one) with Maddie suffering postpartum depression make it make sense- they could’ve had the same level of hen and chimney friendship moment/ hen looking out for him without doing this type of thing which just made me a little angry with hen while watching it but ultimately deciding this storyline doesnt exist in my brain
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parasytte · 1 year
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Cheerleader and Jock have me in a chokehold ngl
But- hear me out. Cheerleader shares her first class with reader, and she's waiting for him, she is still waiting when the teacher comes in, does the register, and now reader's 10 minutes late, 15 minutes, 30 minutes, and 45 minutes until the class is finished and she's still sitting there bewildered before spamming your phone only to get no response. Jock gets worried and finds her, she catches him up on reader's disappearance and not responding to his phone.
Next thing they've broken into your house and find you with a really high fever and fast asleep in bed- and idk they take care of reader.
not like, making fun of you or anything but cheerleader (casey) is actually a dude lmao ,, love this scenario tho !!
<3 - <3 - <3 - <3 - <3 - <3 - <3 - <3
"what do you mean?" elijah asks, trying to understand his shaken-up boyfriend.
"i mean that y/n's not been in class, elijah!" casey cries, "and he hasn't even seen any of my text messages!" casey's been worrying about you the second you were late for class.
"baby, calm down, i'm sure he's fine." elijah consoles casey as he pulls him into a hug, playing with the boys' hair a little. "let's go look around the school, alright? and if he's not here we'll go stop by his house." casey sniffles, but nods.
. . . . . . . . . . .
after looking all over the school for you, and even asking around, elijah and casey can now confirm that you haven't been at school. if casey was on the verge of tears before, he's about to start wailing any second now. they're both standing outside your door, casey trying to peer inside but not seeing anything.
elijah knocks on your door again- nothing.
"i can't see him!" casey sobs, tears streaming down his face as he turns to look at elijah. "god, what if something happened to him, eli?"
the jock wipes away casey's tears, "don't say that, cas. i'm sure y/n's fine," he presses a soft kiss to the crying boy's lips, "don't cry."
casey's tears stop and now all that's left are his sniffles. "i'm okay. will you try and get inside?" he asks elijah quietly, to which he nods. "do you have any bobby pins or something like that?"
".. uhm, maybe .." casey responds as he zips open his bookbag, rummaging through it for a couple of seconds before picking up a bobby pink and handing it to elijah. he takes the bobby pin and bends the tip of it, then sticks it into the keyhole. he turns it around a couple times until a soft 'click!' is heard, and elijah opens the door.
casey sprints to your bedroom, elijah speed-walking after him. he pushes your bedroom door open, and he's filled with relief at seeing you in your bed.
you stir in your bed, letting out a small noise of discomfort at being woken up. you rise up slightly and rub at your eyes before looking at your bedroom door.
"casey? elijah?" you croak tiredly, "what are you guys doing here? how did you get into my house?"
casey rushes to your side and takes your face into his soft hands. "we were so worried about you!" elijah walks to your side as well, but his eyebrows scrunch up once he gets a closer look at you. "y/n, you don't look too good."
casey immediately shoots him a look.
"not like that, cas, i meant he doesn't look like he feels good." elijah explains, pressing the back of hand to your forehead. "god, you're burning up, baby!"
casey turns his attention back to you and he's immediately worrying about you again.
"..uh, .. yeah i'm sick," you say sickly, your voice strained, "that's why i didn't go to school."
"why didn't you tell us?" casey said, "we would have came over!" you shrugged your shoulders in response, sinking back down into the comfort of your bed.
"why don't we just take care of him now? until he get's better?" elijah asks casey, and said boy immediately perks up at the idea his boyfriend proposed.
"that's a great idea!" he jumps up, "you stay here and keep y/n comfy and i'll make him some soup, 'kay babe?" before elijah can even respond casey's already out the door. elijah shakes his head with a smile on his face. "he loves you a lot, you know that? we both do," elijah stands up, "i'm gonna get you a towel, alright? be right back."
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findmeontheisle · 2 years
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chasing the ocean: part 17
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author's note: i'm back??? and i kinda went crazy with this one ngl. not to scare y'all either but i already wrote the ending and it hit me deep in my emotions, like yall aint ready for that shit, but don't worry im delaying like hell because idk if i can emotionally give it up this has been my baby for too long.
warnings: slight angst, cursing, fluff
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“evie, this is one of the worst ideas you’ve ever talked me into.”
i watch her through the mirror as she happily braids my hair and i almost don’t expect her to answer for a moment until she leans back to examine her work, her lips pursed to the side as she waves a hand dismissively. she taps my shoulder and i lift the bobby pin from my lap to place in her extended hand.
“you say that every time i have an idea.”
rolling my eyes, i remind her, “that’s because last time, your idea was to kiss frogs by the enchanted lake.”
she laughs loudly at the memory and pins a strand of hair behind my ear, “you’re only mad because you ended up falling in a mud puddle when you tried to catch one.”
my laughter betrays me and i shake my head. evie and i have been friends ever since she first came to auradon and sat next to me in our home ec class. we had been assigned as partners and made an agreement immediately that i would be in charge of the cooking portion of projects if she handled the sewing aspect. our friendship blossomed from there and i seem to always find myself getting talked into all of her schemes and ideas, which led me to sitting in front of the mirror in her bedroom as she inspected every detail of my outfit.
“you gotta admit, y/n, a double date is a little bit better of an idea than kissing frogs.”
the reminder of what is coming causes a pit to form in my stomach once more. biting my bottom lip, i stare at my reflection anxiously. evie had braided the top portion of my hair and leaving the rest natural. she had spent an unnecessary amount of time focused on makeup as she cautiously applied highlighter and concealer. her work and effort showed in how much i looked exactly like myself while also being the best version i had seen in quite a bit of time. a gentle glow, as she called it.
evie frowns before resting her hands on her hips and demands, “okay, spill. i haven’t seen you this quiet since… ever.”
a half smile pulls at my lips, my chest warm at the concern in her eyes as i breathe a small laugh, “what gave me away?”
she looks to the ceiling and pretends to count on her hands, “you were going to let me put orange eye shadow on you with green eyeliner, you didn’t correct me when i sang the wrong lyrics to your favorite song, and - you’re trying to distract me.”
my laughter is louder and more authentic this time when she slaps my shoulder. shaking my head and suppressing my giggles, i sigh and stare at her reflection, “you can’t make a big deal if i tell you.”
the look in her eyes gives away her curiosity, but she can tell that this is genuinely affecting me so she nods quickly, “of course, y/n.”
heaving a small breath, i squeeze my eyes shut as i confess, “harry and i technically have never been on an actual date before.”
silence.
for a moment, i’m worried i broke her, but when i open my eyes, she’s still standing so some of the worry dissipates.
suddenly, we’re both jolted from the silence when we hear two knocks against the door. we share a look of panic, which is only worsened when we hear doug call out, “hey evie, we just came to see if you two were ready.”
evie takes a deep breath and in a slightly rushed voice, she calls out, “one minute, dougy!”
my face scrunches in slight disgust and i mouth dougy? at her and she responds by silently flipping me off.
before i can process that she's moved, she grabs a glass bottle from her bedside table and is quickly spritzing me with it. i cough at the overwhelming smell and wave my hand to clear the air from the sparky mist.
she sets the bottle back in its place and i sniff the air before tilting my head in confusion, "why do you have a perfume that smells like harry's cologne?”
evie is focused on fixing her lip gloss in the reflection of the mirror, but i swear i see the corner of her lips turn up at the question.
shrugging, she grabs her purse from the bed and answers, "i have a million perfumes, i just grabbed the closest one because i can't have you smelling bad on your first date.”
frowning, i follow her to the door and mumble, "I smell just fine."
evie ignores me and slowly opens the door. I'm still hidden behind the door as she announces, "boys, i am proud to introduce you to the always lovely, y/n.”
rolling my eyes at her dramatics, i shift my feet anxiously and watch as the door slowly opens more to reveal doug and harry.
all of my thoughts fade away as i stare at harry.
his hair is brushed down, but the front is still tousled like always, as if he mindlessly played with it before doug could stop him. he's wearing a white tank top that has minimal amounts of rips compared to the clothes he usually wears and a leather jacket on top. his black denim jeans have small red designs across them.
he was standing stiffly when the door first opened, but the second we made eye contact, his shoulders loosened and he let out a small breath. a smile crosses his face almost subconsciously and if anyone else had looked at me like that, i would've felt an urge to hide or duck my head.
instead, i feel like a flower blooming under the warmth of his gaze.
doug and evie are talking, but i pay no attention to them as harry steps forward. his hands are behind his back and his blue eyes are wide as he stares into my eyes.
"darlin', ye look absolutely breathtaking."
i smile sheepishly at him and lift my hands to run through his hair. he dips his head to help me reach easier as i ruffle through his dark locks. shaking my head happily, i tsk and mumble, "they always try to tame your hair."
harry chuckles and shakes his hair when i finally finish fixing it, "i was gonna fix it for ye, but i like when ye play with me hair."
snorting, i shove his shoulder playfully. he laughs at how flustered i look before seeming to remember something, "lass, i got ye something."
he begins to move his hands from behind his back, but i stop him quickly. harry tilts his head in confusion and i hurriedly ask, "please tell me you didn't spend any money."
the smile that takes over his face is brighter than the sun and i find myself smiling as well.
"ye know, doug tried to convince me that you would want a necklace or chocolate, but i figured ye would say something like that."
my cheeks feel flush once again and he chuckles as he pulls his hands from behind his back.
in his hands, he holds a bouquet of wildflowers. i gasp and my heart feels like it will explode from excitement as i gently accept the flowers from him. the colors of the bouquet somehow matches the colors on my floral sundress that evie had chosen for today. i breathe in the smell of the flowers and can still smell the lingering bit of perfume that evie had sprayed on me earlier.
"harry... i- thank you. these mean the world to me."
his cheeks are tinted with pink and he shrugs nonchalantly, "anything for my lass."
evie gasps and i realize that she's just noticed the bouquet in my hand. she rushes over and begins rambling excitedly. i smile apologetically at harry before asking evie for a vase to put the flowers in until the date is done. her and doug begin scouting the room because evie swears she has the perfect vase for it, but it's lost somewhere under all of the extra pieces of fabric in her room.
suddenly, i feel harry taking one of the flowers out of the bouquet. his touch is gentle as he inspects the daisy before tucking it behind my ear. i didn't know that i had begun holding my breath until it felt like my lungs were going to burst. exhaling slowly, i stare up into his eyes and his smile is so large that i know it must hurt.
"god, lass, ye're so fucking pretty."
i can't help myself in that moment. the tension had built up far too much for me to resist as i grip his leather jacket to pull him closer. he must have been expecting it as his arms wrapped around my hips in perfect timing and our lips connect passionately.
it's nowhere near being our first kiss, but the sparks still send chills down my spine. i feel harry smile into the kiss and i let go of his jacket in favor of letting my hand slide up into his hair to ruffle it some more.
"you two do realize we're still standing here, right?"
i can hear evie smack doug for ruining the moment and my laughter breaks the kiss. when i pull back, i can see some of the sparkly lip gloss i once was wearing is on harry's lips. lifting my hand to wipe it off, i smile as harry leans out of my reach and playfully scolds me, "ay, why're ye trying to take my lip gloss?"
rolling my eyes, i joke, "well, i can't have you looking better than me."
harry pulls me into a quick hug and presses a kiss on the top of my head, "that's impossible, lass."
doug steps forward with the glass vase before i can respond. his face is deadpan of any emotion, which is a comical difference in comparison to evie who is nearly in tears from excitement and happiness. this is the first time she's witnessed harry and i actually talking or being affectionate since we typically don't spend time together in public.
we take the hint and i hand the bouquet over to doug, who quickly puts it in the vase and sets it on the table.
evie bounces on her toes excitedly and asks, "okay, so dougy, what are we doing?"
doug opens his mouth, but harry speaks up first, "actually, i planned this date."
evie seems skeptical, but i grin excitedly at this. somehow, harry always has an adventure planned or a new place found for us to go to.
today's adventure is at a place called heads up.
i vaguely recognize it as jack of heart's mini golf shop. the heart family had recently all agreed upon having a family business after being released from the isle, all aside from their parents, who still awaited their release. jack, as the oldest of the four, had been running independently while the others finished their schooling at auradon.
evie gasps at the hand-painted, whimsical sign hanging above the entrance, "i didn't even know that jack had opened this place up."
doug rolls his eyes dramatically and huffs, "that's because any time he sees you, he's basically releasing doves and writing poetry for you."
without missing a beat, harry mumbles, "maybe ye can learn a thing or two from vk's when it comes to romance."
i snort and elbow his side gently before pulling him forward by his arm.
"come on, captain, i'm in the mood to beat your ass in putt putt."
harry laughs and steps closer to throw his arm over my shoulder. pulling my head closer for him to kiss the top, he uses the leverage to ruffle my hair, "not possible, lass."
the whole course was painted in trippy patterns with red, white, and black paint. doug scowls the entire time we receive our golf clubs and balls while jack smoothly coos at evie and offers her a discount until she mentions that her and doug are paying together. the cheshire grin that had been on his elegantly handsome features dropped.
from there, harry and i stepped forward to receive ours. harry stared directly into jack's eyes and grinned with a darkness in his eyes that i only vaguely recognized from when i first knew him, "mate, if ye know what's best for ye, then ye wouldn't even dream of tryin' anything."
jack stares back with the confidence only a prince can have, "not with her."
harry's face darkens even more and his arm is removed from my shoulders as he clenches his jaw, but i put my hand on his chest reassuringly, "i used to babysit harley when the heart's first moved here. jack was working too much and trying to set this up and harley loves painting so i would watch her on the weekends and she'd paint my walls with me."
blue eyes glancing back and forth between jack and i, harry still seems uncertain until jack nods, "she's family."
i extend some cash out to him in an attempt to hurry along the tense interaction, but jack shakes his head sternly, "family doesn't pay."
smiling gratefully, i take harry's hand and pull him forward so we can join evie and doug at the first course.
doug spends the first two holes sulking miserably and harry keeps glancing towards where the front desk is, as if jack is waiting around the corner. their attention is returned to the mini golf when evie gasps.
they turn to her instantly out of worry, but she doesn’t notice as she whines, “guys, y/n is beating our asses at this.”
harry doesn’t believe until he takes a look at the score sheet as well. we had gone through four of the eighteen lanes so far and i had only scored 7 points, meanwhile harry was at 10. doug and evie were tied for last at 14.
for the second time that day, i watched harry’s blue eyes widen at me, but this time it was in complete disbelief as he jokingly huffed, “fuck me, i didn’t know we had brought tiger woods to play mini golf.”
snickering, i shrug a shoulder happily, “i told you i was gonna win.”
in that moment, it felt like we were back in the prank war as we playfully glared at each other and he nodded slowly, “alright, princess, get ready to lose.”
from that moment on, i felt like my lungs were going to give out from how much i laughed. evie and doug had devised a plan to ‘help’ each other win by kicking the other’s golf ball closer to the hole, but somehow even with the cheating, they were losing terribly. harry had formed his own tactic of trying to hug me or scare me anytime i hit my golf ball. in retaliation, i would whistle sharply every time he pulled back his club to swing.
the scores looked terrible until we just stopped keeping track, deciding that whoever could make it to the final lane first, wins.
i have a decent lead ahead of everyone else by reaching lane 15 whilst harry is stuck on 13 with doug and evie because they keep hitting his ball with theirs on accident.
smiling to myself, i decide to focus on this lane and to play by the typical rules of hitting it the least amount of times. i gently set my red ball down on the square of grass and line up my club with it, taking a breath to focus my energy.
“heads up!”
a white golf ball narrowly misses my head as i duck down quickly. i turn to see who hit it in my direction and my face falls into a scowl when i realize who it is.
uma jogs over to retrieve her golf ball, a smile on her face as she glances back to the lane she had been on, “sorry, it’s my first time golfing and-“
her words come to a stop when she realizes who she’s talking to. the smile drops from her face slightly and instead a twinge of annoyance crosses into her features. i force myself to smile politely at her the way my parents had trained me, despite the voice in my head encouraging me to ignore her.
my voice is strained as i grit my teeth and insist, “it’s fine, uma, no harm done.”
turning back to my golf ball, i assume that’s the end of that interaction until she speaks up, “is harry with you?”
she now has my attention fully as i glance over my shoulder to analyze her body language. there’s no aggression or clear intent to be seen and she knows i’m looking for a reason why she would want that information as she sighs, “i really need to talk to him.”
i don’t know what to say, but i don’t have to say anything.
“lass, did ye just see that? i got it in- uma?”
the excitement and pure joy drops from harry’s voice so quickly. despite my upbringing teaching me to always choose peace and facing a former captain of a pirate crew, it took all of my willpower to not start a fight.
but i know that harry is capable of making his own decisions so i simply mumble to him, “she wants to talk to you.”
harry looks down at me uncertainly, but i keep my eyes locked on her. she stares up at harry, a nervous smile playing on her lips as she waves. i feel a hand on my shoulder and another slowly clutch my chin to pull me to look at him.
his blue eyes are swimming in emotions and my heart swells in my chest as he mutters, "what do you want me to do?"
blinking in surprise, i tilt my head and answer immediately, "whatever you're comfortable with, harry. you know that."
the words mean something to him, but i can't focus enough to decipher it when he nods and kisses my forehead gently, "okay, lass, give me a minute and i'll come back over to beat your ass at mini golf."
typically, i would laugh and shove his shoulder as i go find evie and doug to hang out. instead, i glance over my shoulder at uma, who is still staring at harry, and turn back to him, "i'll be right over there, if you need me... just wave and i'll be here. you don't have to do this alone."
he smiles and nods, but says nothing more so i step away and walk over to evie so i can wait anxiously.
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he watches as y/n joins evie and doug's conversation before turning back to someone he once trusted his life with. a grimace almost takes over his face before he forces his expression into something more neutral as he greets her simply, "uma."
she tips her head in acknowledgment before nodding in the direction of his friends, "you're with her again."
it's bait. he can see the questions brewing in her eyes like a storm in the distance and immediately drops any politeness that y/n had taught him. it's clear that uma is happy to play by the rules of the isle.
"is that what ye wanted to talk about?"
the grit in his voice catches her off-guard and she glances over her shoulder uncertainly. he doesn't need to follow her line of vision to know that mal is probably over there and giving her a nod of encouragement. uma sucks in a breath before turning back to him.
"mal thinks you're waiting for an apology... so, i'm sorry. i wish i could go back and fix everything, but i can't."
it's his turn to be caught off-guard in that moment. the words sound weird coming from her, but he can vaguely hear a familiar laugh coming from where evie and doug are standing and suddenly, he remembers what he's here for.
nodding his head at her, he shrugs a shoulder, "okay, cool."
with that, he turns and takes a few steps before he feels her grip on his arm to stop him from walking away.
"so, we're friends again right?"
the words pull a laugh from his chest before he can fully process what she's saying. he faces her once more and furrows his brows at her, "no."
he was thrown off by the question. she seems thrown off by the answer.
they lock eyes and stare at each other in silence for a few moments. in those moments, he feels like he can't remember the days he used to know what she's thinking just from a look. back in those days, he would've said that those shared looks was the closest he had ever been to feeling love. now, he reserves that word for whispering in the silence after midnight between the sounds of waves that had been recorded for him. that word dances on the tip of his tongue each time he's pulled into a spontaneous dancing party that ends with the sound of giggles as he dramatically pulls his princess in for a kiss.
now as he stares at uma, he feels like he doesn't recognize the person in front of him.
"i forgive ye, but that doesn't change what ye did."
uma's lips pull downward and her voice shakes bitterly as she sneers, "what happened to ride with the tide, harry?"
he blinks in surprise at the suddenness of her anger, but chuckles humorlessly, "i did ride with the tide, uma. you threw me overboard the second the trials started just for a chance to get away from the isle."
the conversation can end there.
but then, he wouldn't get the closure that y/n had once mentioned that he deserved to have. that thought is what gives him the courage to turn back to uma and huff, "everyone left, uma. everyone fucking left me and i had to act like that was okay just for a chance at ever leaving that isle. i wasn't okay, but i got to come here only to get left again. no one cared or even noticed my existence... except her."
he doesn't have to say her name. uma knows who he's referring to.
“you care about her.”
it wasn’t a question. there is disbelief in her voice, as if she couldn’t process the fact.
it’s been a long time since anything got under harry’s skin, but the tone in his former captain’s voice is enough to make his jaw ache from how tightly he’s clenching it. he runs his hands through his hair in frustration, but the action reminds him of how gentle y/n’s fingers felt when she tried to fix his hair earlier.
breathing in deeply, harry keeps his eyes closed as he hisses, “why is everyone so confused about my feelings for her?”
uma squints her eyes and tilts her head, “she’s changing you.”
his anger peaks once again and this time, he snaps.
“no, i changed for myself so i wouldn’t get shipped back to the isle. i was always go to do what it takes to never go back. that was the plan i had made for months while everyone else was here living better lives without me.”
he pauses, chest heaving and throat tight from emotions that he’s not sure he can process. glancing over his shoulder, he can see evie attempting to talk to y/n, but y/n’s focus is entirely on harry. her face is full of concern and once his gaze meets hers, she furrows her brows and mouths, “you okay?”
harry feels like he’s seeing her for the first time all over again. her wide eyes, braided hair, sparkly lips that he longs to kiss again, the daisy still tucked behind her ear.
exhaling slowly, he nods to her and his words to uma fall freely, “that was the plan until i met her.”
the interior decoration and oddly shaped golf club feels too whimsical for serious conversations suddenly, but harry persists and nods to himself, “and yeah, my plans have changed. i’m not focused on myself as much anymore and i’m not interested in being a pirate. but she did not change me in any capacity. i have made myself a better person since i’ve met her, but she accepted me when i was still a dick to be around.”
uma looks over in y/n’s direction and shakes her head, complete shock in her eyes, “so, that’s it, huh? you meet a girl and fifteen years of friendship down the drain?”
thoughts of what y/n would say if she had heard that crosses harry’s mind and he chuckles to himself before answering, “no, uma. you threw that friendship away when ye didn’t once stand up for me, reach out to me, or even talk to me when i got over here. you don't get to blame me for what you ruined.”
with that, harry walks away from uma and joins his friends once more. he can feel the cautious and concerned looks y/n is giving him, but all he can focus on is the lightness in his chest and how comfortable he is at her side.
as they all gather to watch evie attempt to line up her golf ball with the hole, harry stands behind y/n and wraps his arms around her torso. he pretends to watch evie as he rests his head on her shoulder.
doug is trying to help evie adjust her form as harry turns his head enough to whisper into y/n's ear, "i can't find the words to tell ye how much i appreciate ye for being there for me."
a smile takes over the princess's face and she shakes her head bashfully, "i'll always be there for you, harry."
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crychaoss · 11 months
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The binary Entity targeted Tallulah because she had both of her lives.
Y'know what that means.. it will go after Dapper next. We all know Dapper is one of the strongest eggs, and Bad is really cautious and also good at pvp, but that monster clearly can't be killed that easily anymore. Fit killing it with bombs was only possible because the Entity was much weaker, but now it's different.
I haven't watched back the vods yet, so idk if Bad realized this, but he has to get ready for an attack at any point.
I'm also curious if once Dapper loses a life too, will it still keep attacking the eggs, and if yes, will it go that far to kill them. Tbh, the Entity's only real victim was Ramón. When it attacked Bobby, he was just knocked down by the monster, but died because of drowning. When it attacked Tallulah, it was the same, and Phil's sweeping edge killed her, but tbf, it was much aggressive and did keep hitting her, like it was making sure she dies.
But the monster always used to leave once the egg was bleeding. It's like the Entity doesn't actually wanted to kill them, the attacks were just a threat. It's more like it left the eggs bleeding out knowing there's a chance their parents can't save them. Now it's more violent, that's why there's a huge chance Dapper dies soon, maybe even today.
I just really wonder why it attacked Ramón. It doesn't make sense. He was alone, no other player was around, and the Entity only ever apperead while there was at least one person streaming. Was it also a glitch in the matrix? Like, there's this theory of the Entity being an error in the Federation's plan/game, that's why Cucurucho never aknowledged it and that's why it attacks the eggs. What if the error had an error.. idk, it's just weird. Maybe that's why Ramón got his life back (if we didn't know the rule that the eggs can't be attacked in their reinforced home), because an error caused an eggs death, and the Federation can't let that happen.
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elusive-honeydew · 9 months
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I've been tagged by my beloved @sugarcoated-lame to be part of @natrace 's stardust reblog challenge ! thank u so much for tagging me babe !!
✦ rules: make a post mentioning the writers you’re most excited to read this summer and your favorite work of theirs at the moment. tag five other blogs to do the same, and don’t forget to use the challenge’s tag so others can see your recommendations!
these are *some* of the writers I love on this site and my fav work of theirs atm <3
✦ secret love song by @bradshawsbitch
I made an extensive (& rather dramatic) commentary on this one when I was on my period and very sad and I cannot express how much I love it lmao I've read this about 5 or 6 times no joke
✦ the boyfriend experience by @notroosterbradshaw
this one is just like– my little baby alright . This series is so personal to me okay!!!! I also re-read this more than once and I love Cass!!! Although she's currently on a break (so idk if she's gonna be posting this summer), I'm 100% supportive of anything she writes. Cass could post her groceries list and I'd eat that shit up like a starved woman. ily cass
✦ a love you don't find everyday by @roosterforme
Listen. I love all of Em's series so much but this one is the one I'm catching up to atm and I'm so feral for it! But if I could link all of her works I would ☝🏼🗣
✦ the last lap, take your marks & the halfway mark by @waklman
OOOOOH this one is my latest obsession! Although I have already professed my love for her other series, Tilly's just knocking it out of the park with this one bc she got me obsessed fr fr. Homegirl said "slutty swimmers!!!!!" and I took that shit and ran with it🏃🏻‍♀️💨
✦ @peachystenbrough 's whole bob floyd, rhett abbott & miles miller tags!! lmao
OKAY OKAY LISTEN I can't fucking link the tags bc tumblr mobile is a little bitch but we've been talking so much about rhett, bobby & miles on there I just get really happy and giddy whenever Cam posts anything <3
my bingo card [this was literally so fun. Did I really check every chapter from every series to check the WCs? Yes. Absolutely] ;;
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I WON?? AOAOAOAOHHHHH!!!!
no pressure tags 💌;; @sushiwriterhere @rhettabbotts @eternalsams @milesmillergf @mothdruid [and all of the writers above!! <3]
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onward--upward · 7 months
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fic stats meme!
Rules: Give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words
tagged by the lovely @cowboy-buddie 💖
most hits:
steppin’ into fate (911 Fox)
911 hockey AU my most beloved!!
“What the hell is this?” Evan Buckley storms into the office without knocking, tossing his phone onto the desk.
“The LA Kings have signed forward Eddie Diaz (@EDiaz82) to a five year contract” it reads. Buck doesn’t need to see it to know. He’s stared at it long enough already. There’s a graphic of Eddie Diaz and his stupidly pretty face beneath it, in his old Dallas Stars green and white, mouth open as he skates the puck up the ice. He’d looked at the replies, all of the “omg”s and heart-eyes emojis and 280-character amateur analysis of Diaz’s skills. He’d scrolled until he’d hit the inevitable “so when are we trading buckley?” tweets, and then he’d stormed into Bobby’s office without thinking about it twice.
second most kudos:
stitch my soul (911 Fox)
buddie soulmate au, one of my most favourite fics i’ve ever written
Eddie Diaz has never really put much stock into the concept of "fate". But after his marriage falls apart, he swears that he's not going to go against the universe again. He's going to find his soulmate. He's going to find Evan.
But then he meets Buck, and all of his careful plans start coming apart at the seams.
third most comments:
this is worth forever to me (911 Fox)
“Oh, right,” Buck nods, punching in the digits on autopilot. “Thanks.”
“God,” Eddie mutters, “it’s like I’m your husband.” And Buck’s entire being freezes, for just a moment. The machine beeps at him, and all he can do is stare blankly at it for a moment before flushing and yanking his card out. “Or – wife?” Eddie muses. Buck isn’t even looking at him, but he knows exactly what face he makes. “No, I’m gonna go with husband.”
The cashier is watching them like they’re a particularly riveting television show. All Buck can think to say is, “You’re not hot enough to be my husband.” Lie. The biggest lie in the world.
fourth most bookmarks:
we’ve been here forever (here’s the frozen proof) (Red White&Royal Blue)
Objectively, I am aware that you – a stranger – cannot tell me my own sexuality any better than I can, however... Can you, please? Tell me? It’s 4am and I have been thinking about this for hours, and I can’t sleep.
Warmest regards,
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It’s four in the morning, and Alex Claremont-Diaz has managed to follow a research spiral straight down into a personal crisis. It isn’t the first time.
fifth fourth most words:
build my kingdom in the dark (Roswell New Mexico)
i’m still very fond of this one as well <3
Michael meets Alex Manes on a Tuesday.
After everything, after all their chaos and sex and pain and love, that detail sticks with him, for some reason. It’s a Tuesday night, their college-town bar is still packed, and Michael looks up from the beer he’d ordered with his shitty fake ID to find big brown eyes watching him from behind long lashes. A sharp impulse digs into his ribs, and Michael has always been a big fan of following impulses.
fic with least words:
and the sun shall rise again (Red White&Royal Blue)
god i wrote this one so long ago idk how i feel about it haha but it is very sweet
Very frequently Henry wakes up feeling as if he were in a dream.
i am so exhausted rn so idk who to even tag… @eusuntgratie @shitouttabuck @sibylsleaves if y’all want? 💖💖
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queercomesthesun · 1 year
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How I want this season to go:
Eddie saving Buck. Having to tell Chris Buck is hurt. Eddie falling apart. Somewhere in all of this mess Christopher (and everybody else) finds out about the will. Eddie mentioned it to Bobby or smthn and Chris overhears idk. They talk about it.
then we see Buck's coma dream. in which he meets all of the firefighters under different circumstanstances, and realises how loved and important he is (especially to Eddie and Chris.)
and then Buck wakes up. And goes home with Eddie bc ofc he does. and then we get Eddie looking after Buck, hovering in a way that's very un Eddie like until Buck tells him to knock it off and Eddie breaks down. They talk. "is this how you felt? After I got shot?" and they talk about it.
also somewhere in there Eddie sees Buck shirtless and runs his hand over Buck's lichtenberg scar. (which is freaking cool btw) we have tension.
The sperm donation falls through. Buck is upset about it, until Chrostopher tells him he already has a kid, him. Buck is surprised Chris knows about the will, and they talk about it.
They have a call in the same place Eddie was shot, and it triggers things.
They go to therapy together. Chim makes a joke about couples therapy.
Frank tells them to go back to that street where Eddie got shot and face it.
They do.
They reminisce.
"you know the first thing you said to me after the gunshot?"
"hmm?"
"you asked if I was hurt." Buck laughs
"You were covered in blood, Buck," and it was in your mouth. It was like..."
Buck doesn't need him to finish the sentence. He knows the day Eddie means.
"We just keep finding new ways to traumatise each other, huh?"
Then Eddie starts laughing.
"I was trapped down a well."
Buck starts to giggle, and then they're both laughing hysterically, trading traumas.
"I got crushed by a fire truck. and then stuck in tsunami"
"I was shot by a sniper. in Los Angeles."
It's absurd, and it's real, and they can't stop laughing. Buck thinks if he stops laughing, he'll cry and he doesn't want that.
"I think the universe is trying to tell us something."
"what?"
"don't you know?"
They look at each other with that fond, vulnerable expression, before closing the distance.
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incorrect-dnd-show · 2 months
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it wouldve been really cool if one episode the kids had to trade weapons or something so here’s my rearrangement
Eric: Presto’s hat, he’s the main one making fun of Presto for it so I’d like to see him try and do better
Sheila: Bobby’s club, she’s usually more defensive or tricking enemies, as well as just being a bit shyer. So I’m making her get in there
Presto: Diana’s staff, he’s an uncoordinated little nerd and he’d probably knock himself out with it before a fight even started and it’d be hilarious. I love him.
Bobby: Sheila’s cloak, for the exact opposite logic as Sheila getting his club. He always wants to rush in there and smash some kneecaps, not anymore kiddo. Also just so it’s him and his sister
Hank: Eric’s sheild, he’s the leader of the group so he gets to protect people, idk it feels poetic or metaphorical or something
Diana: Hank’s bow, she’s smart enough to come up with a way to use it as successfully as her staff, she’d have an arrow wrapped around a tree branch and swing kick into people or something. Also she’s underrated and deserves it
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exhuastedpigeon · 28 days
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Feel like Eddie has so many traumas that are not talked about anymore.
Let's be honest, they all have so many traumas that aren't talked about anymore!
The lightening just sticks out because it knocked Eddie off the controls before he climbed up, tried to lift Buck up, then Bobby made him drive because he knew Eddie wouldn't be able to do anything besides get in the way in the back with Hen and Chim.
Idk, the whole lightening incident probably impacted the entire team way more than the show talks about because they watched their teammate, their friend, their family, die and then waited around for days worrying that Buck would never wake up.
It just makes me a little feral thinking about Eddie getting struck to because they don't talk about it and the only way Buck would know it happens is if someone tells him. And honestly, there's a chance that no one else knows because they were all so focused on Buck.
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maygrantgf · 1 year
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im shaking in my boots! this is my haven au im very excited about it but it is currently in fucking shambles idk when imma post it. here's the beginning of the first chapter <3
was tagged by my beautiful lovely gorgeous friend @bigfootsmom
He feels hands gripping and clawing at him, but they gain no traction. Faces contorted as they scream in fear and agony. The bonds between humanity and order are absolutely broken as he watches them. They reach and grab for him, but he doesn’t even flinch as he is not afraid. He feels giddy- absolutely thrilled that he finally has the privilege to witness the carnage and wreckage. He feels a smile creep on his face. Yes he thinks, this is what it feels like to be-
Buck sits up jack straight in bed with a gasp, as if he has been electrocuted. Cold sweat drips down his face and soaks his sheets. He breathes hard, like he’s just run a marathon in his sleep. He closes his eyes and tries his hardest to get his heart rate back down. 1, 2, 3, 4…  he counts in his head, trying to distract himself from the visuals that have imprinted on his brain. He knows that after a few minutes he won’t even remember anything about the dream, but right in this moment it haunts him and makes his brain feel like it’s on fire. 
He doesn’t know how long he sits there for, just trying to remember how to breathe when his phone rings. He steals a quick glance towards his bed side and sees his boss’ name on the lockscreen. On autopilot, he reaches over to pick it up and notices the time; 6:45am.
“It’s a little bit early, isn’t it?” Buck says snarkily. 
“Oh, is it? Sorry, I just got in. I didn’t wake you, did I?” Bobby says distractedly. Bobby’s a great boss- the best one that Buck has ever had, if he’s being honest, but his boss has a habit of dialing phone numbers without paying attention to the time of day. 
Buck pinches the bridge of his nose, which is still a little damp. He’s gonna have to take another shower. “Um, no. I-I was already up.”
He hears Bobby pause on the other line, “Nightmares?” is all he asks. He’s known Buck for years and knows how prone he is to getting them. 
“Yeah. It’s all good, though. What’s up?” Buck would rather not dwell, yearning for a distraction from the images his mind has created for him. 
“I got a case for you- Haven, Maine. I’ve already emailed you the files. I need you to find one Jonas Lester and bring him back. That’s all.” Bobby says, insistently. 
Buck shrugs even though he knows Bobby can’t see him, “Sounds easy enough. I can be there in a few hours.” He’s already getting out of bed and aiming for the shower. 
“Sounds good. And Buck?” Bobby says and Buck stops to listen. 
“Focus on the job, alright?” Buck thinks Bobby’s words are strange; why wouldn’t he focus on the job? But his head is still muddled with twisted faces and claws reaching out for him, so he mumbles an affirmative and hangs up instead of asking.
Getting to Maine was a breeze, hardly any cars on the road and the scenic views were absolutely breathtaking. He finds his mood improving due to the fresh salt air flowing through the windows and settling over his skin. He hums along to the radio as his eyes excitedly jump over the mountainous views and the greenery surrounding him. As the song changes he thinks he sees a figure in the middle of the road. He gasps and then swerves hard to avoid collision. His rental car ends up nearly teetering the tip of a cliff. He briefly wonders how he’s going to explain this to the rental company when he hears a knock on the passenger side door and he jumps. 
“Need a hand?” Buck turns his head and thinks he’s stopped breathing. 
The stranger is quite possibly the most attractive man he’s ever laid eyes on. His hazel brown eyes, dark hair, and strong jaw makes him look like a supermodel. His dark brows furrow in concern at the lack of response from Buck, so Buck nods his head. 
The stranger nods back and disappears from the passenger window. Buck briefly thinks that the guy just up and fucking left him when he appears again at the driver’s side. He gestures to the locked door and Buck unlocks it. The stranger then reaches in the car and grabs Buck by the shoulder, hauling him out. When he turns around on solid ground, the car is already over the edge of the cliff. There go my new shirts he thinks morosely. 
“Damn,” the stranger starts. “Shame about the car.”
Buck shrugs, “Eh, it’s a rental.”
The stranger glances down and notices that Buck is armed, a gun holstered at his waist. He swiftly steps back and draws his weapon. 
“Woah! FBI! Who are you?” Buck exclaims as he draws his own. 
“Haven PD! Who are you?”
“I just said FBI! Are you deaf?” Buck says, exasperated. 
“Identification! Now!” the stranger demands. Buck starts to reach for his ID, which is in his upper right jacket pocket. The stranger starts to protest and Buck looks at him, annoyed. He puts his empty hand back up. 
“Dude, what am I gonna do? Pull out another gun?”
The stranger looks at him warily but nods to continue. Buck pulls out his badge, and brings it close to his face for ID comparison. The stranger squints, his eyes assessing. 
“Cmon, I showed you mine.” Buck gestures for him to take out his own badge. The stranger complies, flipping his badge to show his ID and brings it up to his own face. Eddie Diaz, the fine print reads. Buck lowers his gun and Diaz follows pursuit. 
“Sorry,” Diaz says, warily. “Can never be too careful, y’know?”
“Yeah, I get it.”
After a beat Diaz says, “need a ride?”
Buck is half tempted to be a brat and say duh, but he promised Bobby a long time ago he’d stop doing that because he’s an FBI agent and people need to “take him seriously”. Instead, he walks with Diaz towards his car. 
“Nice truck,” he says genuinely. 
“Thanks,” Diaz replies. “Had it since I was nineteen.”
Buck opens the passenger door and Diaz leans his hand on the frame, looking at the truck admiringly. 
Buck whistles, “how’d you keep a car that long?”
Diaz shrugs, “I don’t go driving off cliffs.” He says with a smirk and a teasing glint in his eye. Buck glares at him with no heat. 
“Too soon?” 
Buck rolls his eyes and slams the car door shut, not realizing Diaz hasn’t moved his hand from the frame. He promptly slams the detective’s fingers in the door. 
“Oh shit!” Buck says in a panic. “Dude, I’m so sorry! You okay?” 
Diaz doesn’t even flinch. “It’s alright. I’m fine.” He says nonchalantly. He then goes to the driver’s side and starts the car. Buck stares at him, confused. 
“Did you… did that not hurt?” 
“Nah, I’m good.” Diaz says, something guarded in his eyes.  
“Uhh, okay.” Buck says intelligently.  “Have you seen a guy named Jonas Lester recently?”
Diaz glances at him as he puts the car in drive, “Yeah, just left him.” He points the car towards town. 
tagging ... uhh @allysghostinthemachine @lovebuck @fairytaehl @honestlydarkprincess @swiftiebuckleys @yearsandyears
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plz-and-spank-you · 2 years
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Moon Knight episode 3 thoughts
we're halfway through babyyyy
Layla's birthday, like Marc's is also shared with her actress, May 🥺 10/28/1994 May is older being born 1986
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this means Marc and Layla are about 6/7 years apart in age (if the year isn't forged as well)
Billy and Bobbi really followed Arthur to EGYPT what fucking simps
haven't seen Oscar run like that in awhile, made me think of Triple Frontier
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THE FIGHT SCENE OMG
"are we dancing, are we fighting..." Idk Marc ask Steven 🤭
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the adjustment from fist to palm he makes to not harm the kid even tho he's being a lil shit 🥺
HIS HAIR DURING THE FIGHT SCENE 🧎‍♀️
I feel like we got teased with that knife lick shot, it wasn't Oscar like in the training vid 😔
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at least we still have this 🥴
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the way they were knocking shit down and it didn't do anything to inhibit Marc's ability to catch them
"stupid pigeon" hehehe
WHO KILLED ALL THOSE PPL IF NOT MARC OR STEVEN 👀
Jake. it's gotta be Jake right?
ALSO. if it is Jake or another alter... shouldn't Khonshu know?! not telling Marc is a dick move (but he is a dick god so this checks out)
is it just me or was Yatzil feeling Marc a lil' can't blame her 😗
Arthur really manipulated a bunch of GODS they probably also just really hate Khonshu which didn't help the situation
Oscar Isaac should not look that fucking good in a hat ENOUGH
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how tf did Layla find him-
the hair sticking out from the back of his hat 👉👈
the boat scene 😍
I love the lighting on it so much and when they grabbed each other's hands 🥺
how long ago did Marc and Layla get married I wonder 🤔
Confirmation Steven was around during their relationship, he just wasn't fronting
Rufino ESTRADA I see you executive producer 👀
Layla's comeback lines 🤌
Layla's crescent neck weapons are so cool and I hope she has more because them being left in Bek is such a shame
the squish the mummy made when it was stabbed will haunt me ty sound design
I love the way the camera shifts focus on the reflection when Steven is talking
what the fuck happened in Madripoor between Layla and Anton?!!! I assumed she screwed him over but I wonder if we'll learn specifics...
ALSO MADRIPOOR!!!!
hello Wolverine???!?
I don't want to get too excited tho because Bucky, Sam and Zemo went in Falcon and the Winter Soldier and I didn't see any mutants 😔
has the moon been full yet or-
Steven trying to talk things out then getting stabbed and noping out pffft
cool detail that the suit switches with the alter
"I summon the Gods you summon the worm." ngl that made me chuckle
I love that "worm" tho so watch your mouth 😤🔪
I think I saw BroDameron when they spun the sky back! I could be mistaken tho... so don't quote me on it. here's a pic I snapped
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I really hope Marc didn't kill Layla's Dad but that seems like what's being implied 🙃
we finally met Anton, but idk seems like they killed him off, understandable considering what happened to the actor that plays him, Gaspard Ulliel, may he rest in peace
Layla's tablet is cool
I was so sure Arthur was going to smash the Khonshu stone figure the way he was holding it, I can't tell if he did tho
can't wait to see how episode 4 is going to start off omg
also I watched twice but couldn't find a QR code, if you saw one let me know plz I love these little Easter eggs 😊
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calliettes-posts · 4 months
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Idk even tho I think they won't be endgame or whatever, another part of me finds it weird how much time they dedicated to developing their relationship like not everything Bobbie did was illegal like the writers tried to make us know a little bit about her as if trying to make us see her side too. They could go in many directions with this storyline and then again we have the parents thing like how that's gonna work out. They really went all in this season
Yeah that's my problem with the writing, before last night, everything was balanced and nuanced, bobbie and Hanne were both wrong and right, and I thought that was a really nice approach, but then they had to make bobbie knock Hanne unconscious, I just don't understand it
And yes, they spent so much time developing anobbie, and giving them great moments, and now I can't even root for them, because how so you fix that?
And I always forget that their parents are dating lol, I wonder how that will end
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