#but i wanted to draw bobby today so here he is

[2hoothoots]

because i'm predictable, what're bobby and chloe up to in the villain au? or how's the dynamic between sam and dogen since he's taken psychoisolation to the extreme?

Bobby's in a pretty similar position to the regular timeline - at least, at first glance. he's overworked and underpaid, constantly crunching to try and keep on top of the ever-growing mountain of paperwork his superiors keep handing down to him.

but i think the trajectory of his character looks pretty different? he never really met Raz at Whispering Rock. he never got humbled by him, never had to suffer the embarrassment of his spot as top dog being yanked away by some new kid... but he also never really got to go through a lot of the character growth from their ensuing rivalry? he's definitely mellower than he was as a kid, but he's got a lot of unresolved issues bubbling under the surface - anger problems, poor self-esteem, a tendency to lash out at authority figures...

he still really believes in the work he's doing, and wants the Psychonauts to be the force for good he knows they can be. but he's carrying a growing burden of stress and exhaustion, stuck in a toxic work environment that's more likely to change him (or just make him snap) than he is to change it.

his only real friend at the Motherlobe is Chloe. Chloe is... well! again, first-glance, not that much has changed. she works the same job in the Motherlobe's engineering and aerospace department, and she still gets to pursue her childhood fascination with space.

but the harsher work culture and the more pragmatic, efficient environment have exacerbated some of her less personable traits. she's blunt, rude, and almost fanatically devoted to her work, to the exception of basically everything else. her workplace safety standards are lax, and her ethics laxer. she'd sell the Psychonauts out for one corn chip if she thought it'd get her better funding for her pet projects

#my thesis is that Raz and Bobby made each other worse and then better #in this timeline Bobby never hit those lows. but he also never got to grow past them and develop as a person #he /hates/ vau Raz. but it's more as this faceless proxy for everything he hates about the Psychonauts #Raz barely even knows he exists. #Chloe and Bobby are still good buds! and maybe on-again off-again something more #but they're both too... (gestures vaguely) to really hold down a stable relationship as they are now #Chloe also never gets to meet Mirtala in this version of events #and she never gets to have that kind of uncomplicated deeply loving friendship with another kid her age #and among other things she's fundamentally much less well-adjusted because of it #but then isn't everyone in this au lol #villains au #SAM AND DOGEN is good also... i need to chew over that one more #much to think about #but i wanted to draw bobby today so here he is

[novalizinpeace]

Okay guys, just like the last time, here's a Smiling Critters Holiday YCH!

This time 'm showing a WIP of the YCH's 'cause i discover someone was drawing over the christmas ones, and 'm not happy with that, so now the official final result is only going to be get only by the buyer (and 'm going to post a final version with watermark). So take in mind some details are going to be incluyed onces the YCH is buyed, thank you for read this.

This time there's only going to be 2 SLOT for YCH, all of them having a cost of 15$, so choose right.

1-Dogday - 1 slot available ''fhound onhe! -spit- sorry, but they're ball shaped! I couldn't resist''

2- Catnap - CLOSED You know there's a big chance he's going to try to run away with everything once you both finish.

3-Bubba Bubbaphant - 2 slot available ''Oh what i love of this holiday isn't the candies, is to search for them! C'mon, let see which one are the best hiding spot!''

4-Kickin Chicken - CLOSED ''Aw man, Hoppy trick us! This weren't the kind of chick i was looking to get today''

5-Craftycorn - 1 slot available ''Oh! This one is so pretty!''

6-Bobby Bearhug - 1 slot available ''Of course the costume is important, do you want the other to see we're looking into the flowers? We need to be smart on this''

7-Picky Piggy - 2 slot available ''That one match with me! Would you care if i keep it?''

8-Hoppy Hopscotch - 2 slot available ''No time to look at the flowers my friend, theres a lot of eggs with my name here, and you're going to help me get them all!''

Rules

-You can ask for a YCH both in my DM or in my Ko-fi, were the YCHs are also going to be posted.

-The YCHs are going to be open till April 15th or till every slot is out, what happens first.

-You can change any details in the YCH onces you get the slot.

-If you're not sure if the character(s) that you want on the YCH can work in the style, ask me on DM!

Happy Easter for everybody!

#poppy playtime #smiling critters #smiling critters fanart #dogday #catnap #bubba bubbaphant #kickin chicken #craftycorn #bobby bearhug #picky piggy #hoppy hopscotch #commission #ych #ych open #ych commission #easter commission #ych easter #nova say

[theotherbuckley]

WIP Wednesday 💜

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone 💗 I have an exam later today and then it’s my birthday tomorrow heh anyway here’s some healing fic and guess what! Buck is actually healing :D

TW: mentions of SH scars

Bobby knocks on the door again. “I’m starting dinner now. It will be ready in about an hour, okay?”

Buck doesn’t say anything.

“Buck?” He hears again. Fuck, Bobby thinks something’s happened to him, he’s so stupid he should just respond. Just say okay.

“Buck, are you okay in there?”

He puts on his short-sleeve shirt and opens the door. “I—I’ll help. If you—If you want.” If you still want me here. If you can look at me after this.

Bobby stands frozen, surprise written on his face. And then he smiles. There are tears in his eyes, but he’s smiling nonetheless. He draws Buck into his arms and gives him the biggest hug.

He knows how he looks — arms battered and beaten with a blade and his own mind as the weapon. It’s not a pretty sight. Yet here is Bobby, holding him like he might disappear if he lets go, loving him in spite of his flaws.

This is all Buck ever wanted. To be loved anyway.

“Oh, my sweet boy,” Athena says before joining in and wrapping her arms around Buck.

He has a family.

He is not alone.

Maybe, maybe he can get through this.

When they break apart, tears streaming down all of their faces, Bobby says “I’d love some help.” And that’s that.

He helps with dinner the best he can. Bobby doesn’t let him use the knives, which he understands to an extent, but also, he’d never do that in front of them, he wouldn’t subject them to that. Regardless, he helps add the spices, get some herbs from the garden, and dress the salad. He still feels better than he has in weeks, even with Bobby looking at him every 5 seconds like he’s checking he’s still there. It’s nice to know that someone cares enough to check.

“We love you so much,” Athena says at one point. “I just want to remind you. We love you no matter what.”

Buck looks at her, with glistening eyes, and says, “I love you, too. Thank you.” He doesn’t know what else he can say to convey just how grateful he is for their existence. For taking him in and loving him even when he’s at his worst. For loving him like he’s theirs. Which he is, he supposes, they’re family afterall.

Tagging the usual moots <3 @disasterbuckdiaz @fortheloveofbuddie @jeeyuns @wildlife4life @honestlydarkprincess @eddiebabygirldiaz @spagheddiediaz @jesuisici33 @your-catfish-friend @ladydorian05 @giddyupbuck @eowon @elvensorceress @watchyourbuck @steadfastsaturnsrings @housewifebuck @thewolvesof1998 @king-buckley @rainbow-nerdss @cal-daisies-and-briars @evanbegins @diazsdimples @wikiangela @bucksbirthmark  @underwater-ninja-13 @daffi-990 @fionaswhvre @aspecbuddie @lover-of-mine @nmcggg @tizniz @monsterrae1 @smilingbuckley @buckaroosheart @hippolotamus @incorrect9-1-1 @buckdefencesquad @actualalligator let me know if you’d like to be added or removed <3

(Edit: i accidentally posted this at 12am Wednesday instead of 12pm ajidksksk my bad guys)

#wip wednesday #911 abc #911 fandom #evan buck buckley #911 fic #911 fanfic #healing fic #purple writes

[fog-kid]

I saw the wiki writing about q!Jaiden's death and got an idea. Here's to the end of Parrotduo

Roier doesn't believe in gods, he doesn't believe any creature could be as cruel to orchestrate this Hell. A lot of people in the island do though, when they talk about certain things that have no logic behind them.

Like when Spreen went missing, that was okay. Roier never let go, he's not the type to forget, but he could live his life normally because at least he had somewhere to place his hate.

One day, a normal day, no big fights with codes or books from white bears, just a simple day, the island realized he was dead.

That's when Roier got bitter because all this hate was left with no vessel and when it all sprang back to him, he had no choice but to look at it. Nowhere to shove the love that was tangled between all his ill wishings.

He doesn't believe in gods, but that time when everyone came to the same conclusion, they decided there was more to it all.

Today, Roier is in a cellar when he finds out. He can almost see it being written, Purgatory, not arriving on the ship, nuclear bomb. If there are gods, they are awfully descriptive and he once again wishes to be a non believer.

He hugs his legs, guilt nagging at the base of his throat and ending at the nails that dig into his pants, because he has to mourn in a body that's not his. He almost doesn't want to picture her, she's too good for this foreign brain. Doied doesn't deserve to even come close to the pain that's stitching his eyes, he has no place where Jaiden is concerned.

Still, there's nothing to do, and his tears are more him than the cheeks they slide down, because him and Jaiden, that could never be about a body. That was deeper, so much deeper. All of a sudden there's a hole in his chest where she was supposed to be and he knows there's a piece of him lost somewhere that should have stayed in Jaiden too.

That would be it then, he feels it swell inside him and break his ribcage, all of the words he never got to say and the smiles he never got to watch. The fight they put up, the nights they cried themselves to sleep. More than a heartbreak, it's a matter of soul.

"Is there anyone left?" he wonders aloud when the dizziness from days without sleep draws a perfect picture of her in front of him. Her wings look ethereal like never before

"Where do I put all this love if there's no one left?" he tries asking. Her smile was always too much like a setting sun.

She doesn't answer but it's clear to Roier like it was clear to her when she stayed. They never had answers, they never asked each other these questions because the other was always wondering the same thing.

He wonders now, alone and nothing but a mind trapped in treacherous flesh, if she will manage to find Bobby. He wonders if he has anything left to fight for. He wonders, for not more than a second, what it'll take to see her again. See them again.

And off she goes like everyone Roier comes to love. He should be used to this by now. He's not.

#jaiden did such an amazing job with her character i'll miss her dearly #but ummm yeah #roier just lost another person he loved #he is destined to watch everyone he loves die in every universe #that's just fate for him #oh well #parrotduo #qsmp #q!roier #q!jaiden #qsmp bobby #qsmp roier #qsmp purgatory #qsmp jaiden #qsmp headcanons #jaiden animations #doied

[marcellaasblog]

Not my scent after all.

Main masterlist

Part 1

Summary: Eddie finds out that you know about Amelia. You are going to do any and everything in your power to fuck up Eddie and Amelia's life and take revenge into your own hands with a little someone by your side.

Warnings: So much ANGST!, fighting, mention of cheating, divorce,talk of pregnancy,hurt/confort, happy ending for the reader!

Author's notes: I had help from this amazing person right here @ejlpov she put so much of her amazing ideas into part 2 so thank you for that cause if she didn't do that I would of gave y'all a sad ending💕

Also I recommend reading her fic if you love angst as much as I do!

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When Eddie had got out the restroom he was met with the perfume bottle straight to his head .

"BABE WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?" Eddie asked as he picked up the perfume bottle glancing up you as you give him the "you know what you did" look. Eddie could feel his heart about to stop any moment as he see you with his phone in your hands. He glances down at your feet as he sees all his shit layed out on the bed.

" we talk about this?" Eddie pleads.

"Nothing to talk about, Edward. Except you don't need to wait till Friday to see your whore". You stands, walking towards the chest of draws you use to share with him , grabbing his keys, removing the ones to the house tossing them and his phone to him, before heading into the bathroom. "now you get to see her everyday. Make sure you're gone by the time I get out, I'll make sure to take your shit to you later."

The click of the bathroom door locking brings Eddie to his senses. It never occurred to him that he would lose her. He lost her. He actually lost her, and now he has to deal with the consequences.

*Ding*

Eddie phone goes off

Amelia:I miss you too baby, wish I could see you now, but I know you'll make it worth my while when I see you on Friday. Good thinking of getting the same perfume. She's so pathetic that she'll never suspect now.

Guilt fills him with a sickening feeling. Eddie's finger hovers over the keys before looking at the bathroom door. He knows she is crying in there, and he's the reason for it. He begins writing

"uh about Friday...."

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Today was no other good day for you at all you didn't go to sleep last night until 3:00 as you cried your eyes out wondering why he would do this to you and what led him to do it.

Today you were determined to take him all his shit, but that wasn't enough for you you wanted him to suffer you were pissed, angry, frustrated ,sad your high school sweetheart the person that you said your vows to, the person that you made love to,the person that brought you comfort an happiness, the person that you made it home for in your heart ,just broke every promise he ever made to you. you weren't about to sit back and let him get away with this shit.

You wanted him to hurt , to suffer,to feel like his whole life was falling apart.

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You stopped at Eddie's job at the garage as you take in all the boxes of his clothes and accessories he still had at the house.

You were met with his manager Bobby at the front desk he looked at you like you were so crazy woman.

"what's all this dear." He asked as he took a quick Snoop of all the things in the box.

"I'm dropping off Eddie's stuff here I don't feel like meeting him anywhere or even looking at him." You we're on the verge of crying and Bobby can sense that you were frustrated just by the look on your face.

"what did he do?" That was the only question Bobby had to ask before you broke down.

"He,he fuc-ken cheated on me bobbyyy." You say as you you leaned on to the desk, Bobby got out from his chair as he took you into his arms and trying to calm you down.

"shhh sweetie breath, take a deep breath for me doll."bobby said as he rubs your back breathing in and out with you counting to 3 as you exhaled every breath.

He would have never thought in his years of knowing you and Eddie that he would do such a thing to you.

"It hurts, it hurts so bad. I trusted him and he took advantage of that.i don't wanna feel like this bobby, our whole relationship was built on lies. I thought he ACTUALLY LOVED ME." You yelled as bobby held you tightly in his arms he is comforting you as you let all your emotions out.He can feel your tears on his shirt and your hands squeezing against his arm as you sobbed violently into his chest.

Bobby didn't know to do to calm you down so he did what he knows best.

"what a dickhead.you want me to go beat him up or key his car cause I don't mind." Bobby asked as he hears you giggle into his chest.

"No it's alright bobby thank you." You say as you let go of him he brings to your cheek as he wipes away the tears.

"no problem sweetheart,but can I asked you something." He applied waiting for you to answer.

"Go ahead." You say as you already know what he's about to ask

"I don't want to get up in your business but do you know who the woman was?" He wanted to help you that's the only reason why he's asking.

"I don't know her but it was some women named Amelia,it seem like he was real close with her too."

Bobby didn't say nothing as he looked at you. His mouth hung low.

"Amelia what?" Bobby asked. You can feel his grip getting tighter around you.

"That's all it said. Their was no contact photo or even the last name.. why you asking?" you were looking at Bobby like if he was the crazy person.

"I gotta go, look just leave his stuff on my desk I'll take care of it later but here's my number because if it's right about what I'm thinking then you're going to need it." He said as he quickly grabbed a sticky note writing his number on it. He runs out of the shop apologizing to you again.

What the fuck was that all about? you thought.

Why would you need his number?

It took you a second to realize what he meant by needing his number if he was right.

Oh shit....

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Eddie had to go back to live with Wayne until he could get things situated.

When Wayne asked Eddie what happened, Wayne never felt more dissipointed in his nephew untill now.

Why would Eddie do such a thing to you? You were a sweetheart you did nothing wrong to Eddie, you loved him unconditionally and this is what his nephew does to you.

Wow smart move boy,but Wayne knows you, he knows you won't Just sit back and leave it . Whatever you do to get back at Eddie all by mean he won't stop you from the karma that is coming to Eddie.

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Eddie you went to work week after like nothing happened. When he entered the shop his manager Bobby went up to him punching eddie right in the face.

"REALLY MUNSON YOU CHEAT ON YOUR FUCKEN WIFE WITH MINE!" Eddie did know what to say or do as he can feel the warmth of his blood dripping from his nose.

"COME ON YOU DON'T HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY FOR YOURSELF YOU FUCKEN ASSHOLE!" Bobby said as he kicks Eddie in the stomach with all his strength he had left in him.

It's Bobby's turn to break to down he should of never believed Amelia when she said she wouldn't cheat anymore.

Him and Amelia had kids a family and she still broke her promise.

Bobby gives Eddie all his stuff and the vanilla folder with the divorce papers you have already signed.

"I don't want you near y/n you got it Munson,take your shit and leave and make sure you sign those divorce papers or I'll make you."

Divorce papers?

Eddie couldn't believe it.

You wanted to divorce him you couldn't even give him a chance to explain himself.

Eddie wanted the floor to open up and swallow him whole he felt his heart sink his mind gone dizzy he couldn't hold back his sobs any more .

He fucked up and he's paying for his actions.

"oh and by the way, your fired." Bobby told him as he told Eddie to leave.

Not only did Eddie lose his wife but he also lost his job.

One down one more to go.

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When Bobby found out that Amelia was cheating on him again but this time with Eddie he didn't let her know he wanted to see if she would confess or she would play through her acts and lies still.

When Bobby told you that he knew Amelia and Amelia was his wife you felt sorry for him he could feel your pain as you sat across from him at the coffee shop . He told you it wasn't her first time cheating on him she did it back in high school during prom night and he still stayed with her.She did it a couple of months after giving birth to her second child Bryan.

He loved Amelia and he wanted to do everything in his power to keep her no matter what she was doing.

He wanted to do it for the kids he didn't know how he was going to tell his two boys that their mommy didn't love daddy anymore. he probably won't tell them at all their still to younge.

He couldn't watch their little faces break over something he had no control over.

That weekend you and Bobby went to go get the divorce papers for you and him.

He knew that you didn't want to see Eddie face to face so he gladly said he would give him your divorce papers as well as he gives Amelia her.

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Night before Bobby would give Eddie the divorce papers he sat down Amelia at the table right after she put her kids to sleep. He didn't wait any longer he wanted her out.

"How long?" He asked .

"Excuse me?" Amelia asked .

"How long have you been sleeping with Eddie?"

Amelia's face drops as her blood run cold she knew she got caught and she knew this day would come every other time she would cheat Bobby seemed to catch on.

"HOW LONG!" he yelled

"5 Months." She whispered

Bobby looked at her with discuss. Why would she lied him again? She promised him and she still did it .

"I need you out of the house by tomorrow morning. You can keep everything except the car I gave you and the kids,they will stay with me.Im gonna take full custody of them". He said resting his hand in his face.

He tries to not show his red teary eyes. He didn't want to show Amelia that this was hurting him he wanted to make a point that he wasn't going to deal with her shit anymore.

"WAIT NO BABY YOU CANT DO THAT TO ME!" Amelia yell jumping out of her chair I should try to go hug her out now ex-husband.

Bobby backed away from her

"WHY? HUH WHY CANT I DO THAT AMEILA ,BECAUSE YOU SEEM NOT TO GIVE A SHIT ABOUT THIS FAMILY."!

He may be holding back his tears but he's not going to hold back his words.

"IM PREGNANT!"

Bobby let out a little chuckle as he leans back into his chair.

"well you can go tell Munson to take care it, because that's not my fucken kid, is it?"

Amelia let's her head drop as she sways her head side to side telling him no.

Bobby gets up from his chair ready to head up to bed.

"well I think we're done here, you can sleep in the couch tonight but tomorrow I want you gone." He said walking up his stairs.

He didn't know how he was going to tell you that Amelia was pregnant with Eddie's baby, He didn't want to hurt you more but he knew you needed to know.

Boddy cried himself to sleep that night as he crawled up into a ball wishing he would of just left Amelia that night at prom.

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After he gave Eddie the divorce papers that morning he called you to telling you to meet him at the same cafe place again.

He needed to talk to you and you knew by the tone of his voice it wasn't good news.

Sadly for him you didn't have good news eaither.

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Bobby didn't wait no time telling you what happened.

"I gave Amelia the divorce papers, but whag I'm about to tell you right now was a shock to me too and I don't want to hurt you but you need to know."

You gulp down your coffee not quite ready for what Bobby's about to tell you.

"Amelia's pregnant and I know it's not mine because we haven't done anything in months." Bobby says running his hands threw his Beard.

"bobby." You say as your eyes start to swell up.

He grabs your hand for confort waiting for you to continue.

"I'm pregnant. I found out a couple of days ago I thought it was just me getting sick because I've been crying alot but I took a pregnancy test , well 2 of them and they both came out postive." Bobby squeezes your hand as he gets up to give you a hug . He didn't care if people were looking at him all he wanted to do right now was to hold you.

"I don't know what to do, this is my first time being a mom and at that a single mom." You cry into his chest as he rubs your head smoothing your hair down from your face.

He whispers into your ear .

"Hey you got this I know you do, and you don't have to be alone you have me" you giggle at his kind gesture whipping your tears away.

"No pretty girl should be crying over a man , especially Eddie. I will do everything in my will and to keep you safe okay. I'm sorry Amelia dragged you into this and split y'all up and I'm sorry Eddie was such a dickhead to fall for it .You don't deserve that baby , no one does."

"Not even you bobby,she ruin everything a woman would of wanted."

You kind words melted his heart as he bits down on his lip not wanting to cry in front of you.

" It's alright shit happened but we learn from it and move on."

"yeah I mean karma is bitch." You smirked at bobby

"she definitely is." Bobby said getting up from the table.

"They will definitely get what's coming to them."

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9 months later

Life was much better for you and Bobby now, but for Eddie and Amelia, well, let's just say they got what they deserve .

You see, Bobby was a very well-respected businessman and mechanic who owned serval garages in Hawkins and surrounding towns, meaning Eddie was blacklisted. No garage was willing to hire him. He couldn't even get a loan to open his own shop. The only job Eddie could get was at the plant with Wayne, and that was cause he was now the hiring supervisor. He was back to living in the trailer with Wayne now too, sleeping on the old fold up bed Wayne sleep on in Eddie younger years.

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Bobby got everything, too, including full custody of the kids. The kids love you as well, evening going as far as calling you mom in front of Amelia, referring to her by name whenever they saw her.

Amelia was your standard stay a home wife. Never working a day in her life once she met Bobby. Amelia had everything people wished for, a rich husband, a beautiful house, and even two beautiful children. She was spoiled and never heard the word no, until she begged Bobby to forgive her and take her back even after he said no multiple times.

She works as the lunch lady at Hawkins High - the only place that would hire her, her reputation as homewrecker following her everywhere now.

Eddie wouldn't take her either, breaking things off the night you found out. Feeling sick with himself every time he saw or heard her voice and name.

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You pretend Eddie never existed moving on with your knew life with you new fiance and your first kid to be brought into this world. You gave your little girl Bobby's last name , you didn't want a low life cheaters last name to carry on with your daughter. You and Bobby welcomed home a new addition to your little family.

Barbra Benson.

You can say karma was on your side.

I hoped y'all liked the ending and another thank you to @ejlpov for you amazing ideas for the ending 💕

Taglist: @sadbitchfangirl @maxstecc @cassielvy @zaddyskye69

The @ that are crossed out for some reason it didn't let me tag y'all so sorry!

#eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie x fem!reader #eddie munson angst #tw: cheating #tw: fighting #tw: violence

[diazsdimples]

Fuck It Friday!

I was meant to post chapter 2 of With you I'm Home today but alas, life got in the way. In the meantime, enjoy Eddie delivering a baby!!

Tagged by @daffi-990, go check out their Fuck It Friday RIGHT NOW for Buck and May's first meeting!

“Okay, Amber, I know it hurts but on your next contraction I’m going to need you to give me the biggest push you’ve ever done,” Eddie instructs. “Cam, if you want to watch baby come out, now’s your chance, man.” Cam gulps, looking a little pale, and shakes his head. “Y-ya know, I think I-I’m good here, thanks” he stammers, and Amber rolls her eyes. “He threw up when our oldest was born and fainted at the second. Pathetic” Eddie snorts, as if he wasn’t a second away from doing the same thing at Christopher’s birth. “Hey, it happens.” It strikes Eddie how odd it is that he’s having a very casual conversation with someone while they have a face sticking out between their legs. The baby’s face, thankfully, isn’t getting any more purple, and Eddie briefly remembers that babies won’t actually take their first breath until their bodies have passed entirely through the birth canal, something about the pressure of their chest suddenly being decompressed being enough to draw their lungs open and for them to take their first breath. A quick glance at Chimney reveals that the man is ready to receive the baby, a towel draped over his arms. Hen’s breath hisses as she inhales sharply as Amber clamps down on her hand once more, the contraction building and building. Eddie wraps both hands around the baby’s head and neck, careful not to occlude the air way. “Push, Amber, push! That’s it!” he encourages as he applies a small amount of traction, the baby’s neck lengthening until the first shoulder pops free and then, suddenly, the rest of the baby follows in a slippery rush that’s got Eddie scrambling to support the body before the baby goes flopping onto the floor. “It’s a girl!” He’s holding the baby up, unable to tear his eyes away from the small, almost too small, slimy, and yet perfect human being in his arms, starting at her in amazement before remembering that skin to skin is key just after birth. Lion king moment over, he moves towards the expectant mother. Eddie’s dimly aware of the fact that he can’t hear any screaming as he lifts the baby up onto Amber’s chest. “Eddie?” Bobby’s voice is low, almost a warning, and Eddie knows, he knows he’s gotta do something, and fast. “Yeah, Cap, I know” He grabs a towel and scoots up so he’s at Amber’s side. He hasn’t even had time to inspect for damage… down there, but right now he’s got other priorities. Amber grabs his arm as he reaches over with a towel, covering the baby and begins to rub her back thoroughly. “I-is everything okay? Why isn’t she crying?” “Baby’s a little early and sometimes they need a little help breathing.” Eddie turns to Hen when it becomes apparent that this baby is going to need more than stimulation to get her breathing, his voice low and urgent. “Hen, I need you to clamp the cord and cut it, I’ve got to get her to Chim”. Hen nods resolutely and does as he said, placing two clamps about 2 inches above the start of the cord, and cuts into it with the scissors. It’s tough, almost chewy, and takes a couple of attempts before the cord is cut and Eddie swiftly brings the baby into his arms. “Chim, you ready for me?” Chimney already has the small mask out and the high flow oxygen set up. “Yes sir.” It’s been 40 seconds since the baby was born and she still hasn’t taken a breath. Eddie lays the baby out on the towels in front of Chimney and immediately focuses himself on resuscitation, leaving Bobby and Hen to reassure the parents. “Starting rescue breaths” Chimney announces, and he covers the baby’s face with the mask. Eddie holds her head stead, ensuring her airway is open, and Chimney administers the breaths. “Good chest rise” Eddie notes. “Keep going.” The tension in the room is so thick you could cut it with a knife. Eddie can vaguely hear Bobby and Hen talking with Amber and Cam in the background, their voices low and reassuring as they explain what’s going on. Eddie forces himself not to look over, not to see Amber and Cam’s terrified faces as he and Chimney encourage their daughter to life. “Come on, baby, breathe for me” he murmurs.

No pressure tagging @hippolotamus @theplaceyoustillrememberdreaming @thewolvesof1998 @theotherbuckley @malewifediaz @watchyourbuck @callmenewbie @cal-daisies-and-briars @disasterbuckdiaz @jesuisici33 @weewootruck @eddie---diaz @fruitandbubbles @fortheloveofbuddie @rainbow-nerdss @monsterrae1 @wildlife4life @wikiangela @spotsandsocks @steadfastsaturnsrings @fionaswhvre @fortheloveofbuddie

#okay so I had to somewhat relive the trauma of when I resused a baby to write this #but it's okay!! #anything for the fic lmao #midwife!eddie #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #evan buck buckely #911 abc #911 buddie #911verse #911 fanfic #eddie x buck #911

[jackhues]

im sorry i love delilah

imagine matthew putting her in little panthers gear for some event, and for some reason she wants to wear bobs jersey not matts and matthews like, sorry pickle you dont have a bob jersey and she goes on the ice all pouty, but then when she comes back theres a little bob jersey in mattys locker

do not apologize, i love lilah too! [takes place before the 23/24 season]

"c'mon, my del," matthew ushered her along, down the halls of amerant bank arena, and towards the locker room. "we gotta get you in your jersey if you want to be in the video."

"coming daddy," lilah gripped her stuffed panther 'kitty' in one hand, and held matthew's hand with her free one.

people rushed in and out of rooms, up and down the hallways, trying to get everything sorted for media day. delilah wanted to be in one of the challenge videos, but she was supposed to wear some sort of panthers gear if she wanted to be in it. although no one was going to enforce that rule with her, delilah wanted to wear her jersey and matthew was perfectly fine with it too.

"here, arms up please, let's get your jersey on," matthew held out the smaller 'tkachuk' jersey that hung in his stall, coming along with the other jerseys.

"can i have a bobby jersey?" she asked. "bobby played really good last time, and he gave me a chocolate today, did you know that? he's a goalie too, goalies are really cool. i think i want to wear a bobby jersey."

"aw, sorry pickle, but you don't have a bobby jersey," he reminded her. "you can wear the tkachuk jersey right now, and the bobby one when we can find one."

"aw, i wanted to wear it now," she pouted.

"matthew!" someone poked their head in the door. "matthew tkachuk, it's your turn for solo shots!"

"yeah, one second," he said to the assistant. he turned back to delilah, who'd taken a seat in his stall, and was kicking her feet dejectedly. "tell you what my del, why don't you go and help them take pictures and videos? maybe you'll convince one of the guys to give you their prize."

delilah continued to pout, but allowed matthew to lead her to where the other panthers were doing challenges and playing games as they waited their turn.

"i'll be back soon, pickle," matthew promised, kissing the top of her head.

he made his way to where his solo shots were going to take place, unable to get delilah's little pouty face out of his mind. the last thing he ever wanted to do was make her sad.

"and you're done," the photographer smiled, letting matthew leave.

his first thought was to stop by the waiting room where delilah would be, but then he remembered how sad she was... and so he took a little detour. not far, simply to the panthers' shop in the arena. luckily they had what he was looking for, and in the right size.

he stashed it in his locker, before stopping by the waiting room, where challenges and games were taking place. delilah was sitting on the floor, multiple drawings, and even more chocolates around her. apparently, she was giving out her drawings to her favourite players (all of them, but especially bob), and they all gave her chocolates and candies in return.

"hey del," matthew knelt next to her, a little surprised to see that she was still upset. usually, she got over things quickly.

"hi daddy," she responded, continuing her drawing.

"why don't you come with me to the locker room, huh? i got a surprise for you," he held out his hand.

delilah looked at him, but they both knew she'd never say no to matthew's outstretched hand.

"okay," she took his hand, allowing him to lead her to the locker room.

on the way there, matthew realized he never did anything special for her. there were no chocolates or candies or drawings in his locker waiting for her. just one simple thing, something he didn't even have to pay for.

but then delilah squeezed his hand as she followed him, and all of his nervousness flew away. this was his del, his little pickle: she'd be happy with a can of worms. this was better than that, at least.

as soon as her eyes landed on matthew's stall, she gasped. she couldn't read perfectly yet, but she'd seen that name on bob's jersey tens of times.

"is that a bobby jersey? for me?" she looked up at her dad.

"for you," matthew agreed. "you wanted one, so i got you one."

delilah tilted her head at him, unfamiliar with the idea of getting anything she ever wanted. even though matthew tried to spoil her, there wasn't much she wanted. and before matthew, there was no one giving her what she wanted. so it was still a little new to her.

but then she smiled, her toothy little grin that made matthew's heart melt every time, and she gave him the biggest hug she could. "thank you, daddy! you're the best!"

"even better than bobby?" he joked.

"hmmm, i don't know, but you're better than uncle brady," she decided.

matthew laughed, "alright, i'll take it. now, arms up, let's get your bobby jersey on."

#naqia's au's! #naqia writes! #delilah's world! au #matthew tkachuk #matthew tkachuk imagine #dad!matthew tkachuk

[daffi-990]

WIP Wednesday

Taggedby @steadfastsaturnsrings @wikiangela @devirnis @callmenewbie @hippolotamus @jeeyuns @jesuisici33 @exhuastedpigeon. Thank you my dears for tagging me 😘💕

Bit of a longer snippet today. Wrote this the other night (before Christmas) when I had a random burst of writing beans and quickly pumped out 1.5K after a shower. It was unexpected and I wasn’t sure if it flowed or was just delirious ramblings, but I think it’s okay?

It’s from Chapter Six of Rival Firefighters 🚒, which is Eddie’s POV. The whole fic will be probably 10 chapters long and I’m excited to be over the halfway mark! Unfortunately I probably won’t be posting until the whole fic is finished cos my anxiety would flip if I started posting and it wasn’t finished yet 😅

Anyways … here you go …

Eddie’s time at the 118 is drawing to a close with only a few days left until he’s heading back to the 136. The mood at the station has been a bit down, the team already mourning the oncoming loss, Buck especially. Their resident golden retriever has been sulking around with his tail between his legs, throwing Eddie the saddest puppy dog eyes.

The thing is, Eddie loves being at the 118 and working with Buck, Hen, Chim, Bobby and the rest of the team. He wasn’t expecting to form such strong friendships here or find the perfect partner, but the 118 surprised him. Even though he’s not officially one of them, they have accepted him as their own.

When Carla had a family emergency two weeks into Eddie’s time at the 118 and Eddie had to go pick up Chris and bring him back to the station, Bobby had welcomed Chris with a warm smile and immediately begun showing him around. Eddie had tried to apologize, explaining Shannon was out of town so he didn’t know where else to take him and Bobby had simply told him that there, at the station with them, was the right place for him and that Buck had filled Bobby in on the situation as soon as Eddie had left to go pick up Chris. A flood of warmth had threatened to bring Eddie to his knees but he’d managed to remain standing, moving forward to embrace Bobby in a hug that showed just how much the small act of kindness had meant to him.

Eddie feels like he’s being torn away from the start of something special, but he also knew coming in that he wasn’t going to be here forever, it was just a temporary gig. He’s got three more days until he has to say goodbye to them. To Buck.

He knows Buck is going to stay in his life despite Eddie leaving to go back to the 136, but he has to say goodbye to working with him. Yeah they’ll probably see each other from time to time on a call and get to work with each other then, but it won’t be the same. Working side by side with Buck every shift is honestly one of Eddie’s favorite things, which is funny seeing as how once upon a time Eddie dreaded seeing Buck on a call.

Buck is funny, knows a whole bunch of random facts and has the biggest heart of anyone Eddie’s ever met. He’s also a giant dork who manages to get himself into all kinds of trouble, like right now Buck has somehow managed to tangle himself up in one of the hoses while doing an equipment check. Eddie shakes his head in exasperation as he makes his way down the loft to help Buck out before the 6 foot 2 lug breaks something.

No pressure tagging: @watchyourbuck @eddiebabygirldiaz @rainbow-nerdss @thewolvesof1998 @try-set-me-on-fire @the-likesofus @athenagranted @spotsandsocks @spagheddiediaz @shitouttabuck @disasterbuckdiaz @fortheloveofbuddie @giddyupbuck @hoodie-buck @honestlydarkprincess @jamespearce9-1-1 @lover-of-mine @ladydorian05 @theotherbuckley @loserdiaz @captain-hen @nmcggg @monsterrae1 @malewifediaz @mellaithwen and anyone else who wants to share something 🙂

#fic: stuck now so long we just got the start wrong #rival firefighters fic #daffi writes #i really want to write but my brain is like nope #so I’m just cruising and enjoying the holiday season #picking up some old hobbies and the writing will come when it does #can’t force it unfortunately #buddie wip #buddie #hope everyone had a lovely Christmas (if you celebrated it)

[nescaveckwriter]

Smoky Old Barrooms, Saving Grace & Guitars - Chapter Three

A/N: … Y'all this one is just so Awwww we find out what's the matter with Grace, we meet her sister Kelly and her fiancé Benny, and then we see what Dean is feeling and the rest is just beautiful but sad moments. I hope y'all like it, also just a little side note, the song/poem that was used was written by me. Okayz that's it for now my bugs, I hope you enjoy, let me know okay. Love y'all, bye-bye Warnings: 18+ Only Mentions of a medical condition, bit swearing, heartache, Characters: Dean Winchester, Bobby Singer, Benny Lafitte, Grace Tucker, Kelly Tucker Words: 1474 Cover & Pictures: Pinterest, Canva, Google Side Note: Please check out my Masterlist for more, epic stories

Also song is: Charles Esten "Out of the blue" - Yes I am struggling with my Signal, some stuff works the rest doesn't. Xo but anywayz love y'all.

There's melodies playing over the radio station as the Chevy Impala roars down the road, Dean hums with the Led Zeppelin song, as he takes in the early sunrise, he always tries to drive out to the spot where he clears his mind, sometimes with some black coffee, other times with some beer or bourbon, it just really depends on the mood. But this morning he feels lighter, after the last couple of weeks, he met that beautiful woman again, turns out she was the other artist Bobby wanted him to sing with, not that he's complaining, there's something about her, he just can't explain, but her light is so contagious, she seems so carefree so happy. Oh damn and her voice, she sounds like an southern angel. The Radio presenter breaks his deep thoughts.  "And now, what we all have been waiting for, Ladies and Gents, Cowboys and Cowgirls, the one and only Grace Tucker" Dean immediately turns the radio up, what are the odds.

Her sweet voice comes over the speaker, "Howdy Rick," she let's out a soft giggle "I'm so honored to be here with y'all, thank you for having me"

"So tell me Grace, how did you manage it to bring out two albums in a year?"

"I've got a great manager and producer, Kelly, my sister, and if the creativity has a hold of you, you got to run with it"

Laughing now, "It must be fun working with your sister?"

"Yes, she is amazing, she keeps me in line and helps me remember the important stuff, I love her so much, and wouldn't be where I am today if it weren't for her, and all of you of course"

"You don't see family working so closely together anymore, so tell me Grace, do you think your new album with reach platinum status?"

Laughing, "I'm not sure, I guess it depends if the listeners will like it"

"Tell us a bit more about your song's please"

 "Well Rick I draw inspiration from everyday situations and experiences, it's mostly about things about the heart you know, we all take it for granted sometimes, but its one of the most complex parts of our human existence"

"I have no words Grace, that is enough to make some of our listeners cry so early in the morning"

Grasping "Oh my, I'm sorry, not my intention, but I love it when it awakens everyone's emotions"

"Miss Tucker, that's the one thing all of your songs, does, so without further due, would you please sing us a little something"

"Oh I would love to, thank you, y'all will be the first that hear my new single" Picking up the guitar, adjusting the microphone, smiling "this one's called, 'No Good No More' I hope y'all enjoy it"

I heard the news today

No use for any further delay

My heart's no good no more What else could I ask for

A few more years Without all the heartaches and tears

A few more memories A few more stories

Could someone please tell me why Why I should leave And say goodbye Help me to believe

In something more than just me Leaving behind what I know, how can this be

I've gotten the news today And there's no other way to say

My heart's no good no more It will never be the same as before

So with one last wave I ask you to keep this memories save.

I will walk away right about now Before this heartache starts to show

The moment her sweet voice stopped, the were hands clapping over the radio, Dean sat there, looking out over the city on that hilltop, he felt mesmerized, that felt so personal, so real and authentic, the question is who would break her heart.

As she walked out of the studio, to the parking space, that's when she felt the old familiar wooziness, heart beating rapidly it feels like a drummer's trying to figure, if he's playing a rock or a love song, dryness in her mouth, croakiness in her throat,  the ground and sky is spinning in front of her eyes, a total blur in front her eyes, trying to get something to hold onto, to steady her in place, but nothing it didn't take long for her body to plunge towards the ground, she just sat there in the middle of the road, trying to find her balance, find strength to get up, but the exhaustion took over, placing her hand over her chest, trying to calm it down, she used the other hand to pull out her phone, pressing down '1' she's got her sister on speed dial, it felt like the phone was ringing forever, her voice friendly "Hey Gracie, what's up? Done at the studio?"

She can barely form audible words, "Kelly, help" is all she could get out, before her world turned dark.

"Grace, Gracie, come on, open your eyes for me please sweetie" Kelly pleaded 

Her eyes started to open slowly, glancing into her sister's brown watery eyes, her voice hoarse "Hey sis, you came" 

Overjoyed "Of course, I came you called, you scared the hell out of me, you know that?"

Coming up to her elbows, realizing she's in her sisters bedroom, the only noticing Kelly's fiancé, "Oh hey Benny!, didn't see you there" looking in her sisters direction again, "I'm sorry Sis, I didn't mean too"

Benny just nodded, when she said hello, but he stays quiet for most of this, he struggles to find the right words, how does he comfort the love of his life, when they all know the inevitable, its  only a matter of time, before Grace says goodbye forever. It broke Kelly when Grace told her, she's in her final stage of heart failure, the doctors said she had a year left, maybe! He's the one who hold's his bride to be, sobbing in his arms every night. This is supposed to be a joyful time for him and Kelly, but instead their heartbroken, he's known Grace for ten years and she's like a little sister to him. He can't deny it, the moments when he's not around Kelly or working he would occasionally break down as well, due to the fact of how unfair life is. No one deserves it, especially not her. Kelly's voice shook him out of his deep thoughts. "Baby, could you please grab a glass of water" nodding "On it darling" Benny said with a small smile curving on his handsome features.

"Grace, you need too take it slower, please, you need to get enough rest"

She just faintly nods, her voice brittle "I'm sorry, I will I promise" Kelly sits down on the bed, wrapping her arms over her sister's fragile body, kissing the top of her head, saying softly "I love you Sis"

Tears streaming over her cheeks "I love you too!" trying too clear her throat she breaths "I'm scared" 

Kelly thumbs away the tears, trying to cover the pain in her voice, "Me too sis, me too" 

Seeing the old man, with his ball cap sitting at the table busy with the contract that was sent him, for Dean's and Grace's duet. 

"Hey Bobby, how's things looking, when can we start with the tour?"

Irritation clear on the old features, "I am not sure if this is going to work boy, Grace's manager has stipulated that the two of you can do the show together, but there will be no touring"

Confused "But why? I thought the whole point of this, was to release an album and do a country wide tour, maybe even world wide!"

"Exactly, I will get on the phone and set up a meeting with her immediately" 

"Thank you Bobby, I really want to make this album with her, I've even started working on a couple of new songs"

Bobby just smiled and nodded.

"Speaking of songs, do you know if everything is alright with Benny, he just ran out, after he had a call from his fiancé and I haven't heard a word from him yet, we are supposed to work on that new song?"

Bobby just shook his head and went on with reading the contract further, making notes about what he wanted to remember. 

Dean just walked out of the office, humming Grace's new song to himself, it's stuck in his head but he doesn't really mind, everything about her is burned into his memory, her sweet angel voice, the stage lights dancing around in her eyes, her strawberry hair flowing in the night sky, and then her lips, wondering what it tasted like, knowing he probably shouldn't , but he's falling in love with her, he felt alive for the first time in so long, new music is running through his veins, as for his heart, it was somewhere between beating rapidly and coming to a stand still. Wondering if she might feel the same.

#smoky_old_barrooms_saving_grace-guitars #nescveckwriter #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #spotify #benny lafitte

[martyrmystik]

I think Tumblr needs to know about my dumbass Poppy Playtime AU I literally JUST made today so uhm... Here's the AU I've been hyperfixating on-

More information under the cut!

This is the first half of the Smiling Critters references (I loved making their designs omg)

Basically to summarize why they are a significant part in this AU:

This is an AU where the Smiling Critters survive, using anything and everything they can to continue to do so. It's a small resistance group (hence the AU name, "RESISTANCE") trying to fight against The Prototype! They still have their dynamics and everything else but they have more freedom to express themselves (hence, the clothes and accessories. And how Kickin' Chicken is wearing two bandana's because yes, he is extra.) AFTER the events of The Hour of Joy. By that time they were like what? 1st-2nd graders considering the experiments that were done? Now they are more like teenagers in this AU since I still follow the plot-line of the actual Poppy Playtime story taking place 10 years later-.

As for how the group works, everybody has their own little role and is in charge of something, they aren't made useless as it is a group based off of teamwork and friendship (despite the casualties.) Here's some of the roles they fall into:

(IF I SEE ANYBODY SEXUALIZE THESE CHARACTERS ISTG. THATS ICKY AND GROSS and I will make sure you get smited by lightning, because even if these guys are aged up THEY ARE STILL MINORS!!!)

Kickin Chicken: The vice president if you will, the leaders right hand man. (Because Dogday is the leader.) He's kind of full of himself but the confidence and pep talks help the team keep motivated, even if he is a bit self-centered

Bobby Bearhug: Assistant to Kickin Chicken (although they have a rivalry.) and also the medic. Is also the one who helps Dogday with anything considering in this AU he still has half of him torn off. (More on Dogday in his own section sometime later)

Hoppy Hopscotch: Basically explores the facility in any area at any time to gather new information on ways to try and get out (all of them are actively looking to escape btw!)

Craftycorn: Maps out stuff (maps, plans, other things) using her drawing abilities, although she also acts as the therapist friend because her art is soothing to others.

Bubba Bubbaphant: THE LITERAL. EMBODIMENT. OF. THE NERD EMOJI. He is a actual know-it-all which can come in handy but that makes him seem like a dick sometimes because of his knowledge.

Picky Piggy: I don't really have anything important to add to her, since I want to keep some of her lore a secret [might be revealed through the ask page I just set up for the AU on my page] HOWEVER she is the chef of the group and is literally the only one that can cook, if anybody else tried they'd all get food poisoning LMAO.

Here's some extra things in this AU that won't go in my other posts about this AU (maybe):

(So take notes if you want.)

- Catnap is redeemed, but it takes a VERY long time for him to get out of "old habits" as I'm going to word it. (Without spoiling too much of what I have planned.)

- I don't know what to plan for The Prototype yet but I'm talking with a couple of my mutuals on discord so maybe I'll figure it out eventually

- Dogday can normally stand and do other things because of the belts he has, however he can't put them on for too long (for like at max, more than 4 hours a day.) because they will wear into the plush, and he needs to put the belts on tight or they will come loose. He only uses such method when the group goes to hunt for food or similar activities, otherwise, he just uses a wheelchair when in the groups safe environment (the Playhouse!)

- This is going to be a shock to some people, but there is NO player character in this AU, not only is this a what if the Smiling Critters survived, but it's also a what if the player character never returned to Playtime Co.! This does come with some issues, like on how the asks are going to work, but trust me, I got everything taken care of when it comes to that!

- There also isn't really any shipping in this AU at all, I'm focusing on the story/friendship dynamics more than that, so if somehow you were looking for Dogday X Catnap this is, unfortunately not the place for that.

- This AU also has the personal interpretation of Dogday being part of the experiments some of the orphanage kids faced, as I don't really vibe with the idea that Dogday might be a Playtime Co. worker??? I don't know, I'm sticking with my idea for now but I will be keeping a close eye on canon if anything confirms or denies it, and I may adjust the AU accordingly if that's the case.

- Future posts may or may not contain other Poppy Playtime characters but the main focus is the Smiling Critters and The Prototype.

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References of Dogday and Catnap are already done but I may wait a bit on Tumblr to see how well this AU is being received :)

(I spent 6 hours on all references in total 😭😭😭)

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime chapter 3 #chapter 3 poppy playtime #kickinchicken #bobby bearhug #hoppy hopscotch #bubba bubbaphant #craftycorn #picky piggy #dogday #catnap #poppy playtime au #/// time for the personal tags! 🐈‍⬛🎉🎉🎉 #\\\ 🗯 #POPPY PLAYTIME : RESISTANCE AU #POPPY PLT : RESISTANCE AU #MARTYRMYSTIK'S AU'S #MARTYRMYSTIK'S MAIN PROJECTS #CONSISTANTLY UPDATED PROJECTS | MARTYRMYSTIK 🎉 #THIS PROJECT MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS #MAY CONTAIN SENSITIVE CONTENT (IN THE FUTURE) BE WARNED

[cosmic-kaden]

Well this is new.

Ship: Ronnie x Kaden

Words: 2,084(OHMYGOD WHAT!? No pressure to read holy shitttttt)

cw: Ronnie's pov, oops Ronnie doesn't know how emotions work! D: Mindy and Cliff being goofs lol (No real CWs)

summary: Bobby's sibling is new in town- Place your bets! :3

Quiet, it was always quiet. Maybe that's why they say this is a nice place to be. No excitement of the good or bad variety. Not much to do either, wasn't a bustling city with malls and movie theatres, no concert halls or nightclubs, just a quaint little town.

Ronnie sat, arms crossed over his chest at his desk, staring at the clock as it ticked by, every so often checking his cell phone, reading news from other more exciting places in the world. It's not that he hated it here, he liked that it was quiet, fewer people, fewer crimes but sometimes he wished for something to change. Anything really.

"Hey, did you hear?" Mindy broke the silence in the station as she pulled up a seat at her desk. She pushed up her glasses and sat back in her chair.

"Hear what?" Ronnie asked flatly, his brow raising slightly.

"Bobby's got family living here now." Mindy smiled.

That was the one thing about such a small town, nothing was ever kept private and if it was it didn't stay like that for long. Everyone knew everyone and gossip was a pretty common thing.

"Is that so…" Ronnie glanced up from his phone to look at Mindy and Mindy smiled.

"Yeah- some of us are taking bets."

"Taking bets? On what?" Ronnie asked, once again drawing his attention back to his phone.

"On if whoever has moved here ya know…" Mindy gestures vaguely and Ronnie looks at her with furrowed eyebrows. "Looks….like him"

"That's sort of rude don't you think?" Ronnie is looking at her a little more seriously now, he was never one for gossip and not to mention the subject right now had him wildly uncomfortable.

"I guess it kinda is but hey, what else we got going on. Want in?" Mindy grinned.

"No."

"Do yoooou at least want to go with Cliff and me to introduce ourselves?"

"You mean go and see who won the bet?" Ronnie raised a brow and Mindy sighed.

"….yes"

"Fine." Ronnie simply said, standing to his feet and grabbing his jacket.

The drive to Bobby's shop wasn't far. He owned a little gas station comic shop hybrid, all the local kids went there for junk food and to get their sci-fi kick. Already something was different, there was music loudly blasting from the shop.

"Someone likes it loud," Mindy mumbled as they pulled into the shop.

Cliff, Mindy, and Ronnie got out of the car and trailed inside the tight little store, a quaint, slightly run-down storefront, full of of nostalgia and a holdout against the creeping decay. The shop's sign, "Centerville Comics," flickers with a vintage neon glow, inviting those seeking escape into worlds beyond the unsettling quiet of their own. Inside, the shop is a labyrinth of towering shelves, each one groaning under the weight of comic book history, from dog-eared classics to the latest issues. The lighting is dim, with sporadic beams of sunlight filtering through dust-speckled windows, illuminating the colourful covers

The music was usually some twangy country but today was more instrumental progressive rock… that was new. Ronnie bobbed his head a little as Mindy and Cliff glanced around the store before someone came out from the back of the shop and everyone's eyes landed on them.

Mindy grinned, subtly holding her hand out towards Cliff who Cliff, reluctantly handed her $20. The person emerged to the counter, they had black-blue hair about shoulder length, and long bangs that swept across their eyes, when they brushed the hair from their face their eyes were green.. light green with a darker green ring around it. They adorned an eyebrow piercing in their left eyebrow with purple studs that matched the same ones that were in their lower lip.

Ronnie's mouth went agape for a moment as he sucked in a breath of air. Why did it feel like he had suddenly run a marathon? His heart was beating wildly in his chest? The regular musk of ink and paper scent of the shop was replaced by something else…Flowery? Fruity? Mocha? it was a combination of the three that filled his nostrils, no doubt it was whatever this person was wearing. It was alluring. Ronnie had to swallow thickly and try to compose himself despite looking calm on the outside, his stomach was doing backflips and it only intensified when he saw them flash a toothy smile.

The smile on their face changed to one of concern, however. "Oh shit! Am I too loud!?" They reached for the remote to the sound system and turned it down a bit.

"No, no you're good. We just wanted to stop in and say hello, we heard Bobby had some family visiting and--"

"and ya'll had to rush over to see if I was a skinny-haired nerd too?" They interjected, grinning widely and Ronnie cracked a little smirk that didn't go unnoticed by Cliff.

"I-- we---" Mindy stammered in shock and Cliff looked rather embarrassed.

"It's alright, Bobby told me that it might happen. So who won?"

"Mindy." Cliff thumbed towards her and she shyly smiled.

"So Mindy.." they turned their attention to the older gentlemen.

"Cliff."

"Cliff…" They echoed as they turned towards Ronnie and their eyes flicked up to him.

"Oh, R-Ronnie-" He stammered, a small hitch in his voice as he reached over the case to shake their hand. Why was he so nervous? Again the stammer didn't go unnoticed this time by Mindy and Cliff.

"Kaden, nice to meet you Ronnie~" They smiled sweetly at Ronnie and he felt like his heart was going to explode in his chest yet on the outside he remained his calm and cool self or at least he thought he was.

"Well, it was a pleasure to meet you. Tell Bobby we said hi" Cliff smiled and turned on his heel.

"Coming Ronnie?" Mindy raised a brow, taking note of how his gaze seemed to be lingering on Kaden.

"Huh?" Ronnie broke his gaze and looked at Mindy.

"Are you coming?"

"Oh- uh-"

"Actually…" Kaden pressed their palms against the glass case as they leaned on it. "Can I borrow him for a bit? He has something I need."

"He does?" Mindy looked at Kaden curiously.

"I do?" Ronnie also looked to Kaden and why was he suddenly feeling nervous?

"Yeah. His height. Can you help me out with those.." Kaden pointed to a stack of boxes "Up there?" They pointed to the shelf that was closest to the ceiling. "Bobby wants to put up some of the new arrival comics but he clearly doesn't believe in owning a step ladder or at least one that I can find in this cluttered mess back here. I know it's an odd request but it seems like not much goes on here so can you spare your deputy for a moment?"

"I dunno, Ronnie? Can you be spared?" Mindy's lips pulled into a half smirk and Ronnie felt his heart sink into his stomach.

"Y-Yeah, no I can absolutely help out if you need it." Ronnie stammered again and Mindy shot him a knowing look.

"Great!" Kaden smiled.

Mindy and Cliff left and as they were outside Mindy offered Cliff another little bet..

"He's smitten."

"I see that."

"I give it a month tops before he crack."

"you're on."

Back inside Kaden motioned Ronnie to come around the counter. "Thanks for the help~" Kaden hummed softly.

"Oh, it's no problem." He replied softly. the look on his face was stoic and he offered a small smile to Kaden and noticed the way they soon followed suit, giving a small smile themselves and there were those butterflies again, slowly fluttering in Ronnie's stomach. He swallowed thickly again.

"Here you are sir~" Kaden chuckled as they went into the box and grathered a pile of comics in their hands. Although they didn't have the greatest grip on them within moments they were scattered across the floor. "Shit!"

Ronnie moved on instinct, squatting down to help with the mess as well as Kaden and within moments their heads collided with one another. Kaden hissed and held their head as did Ronnie.

"Ow!" Kaden exclaimed a small laugh coming from them as they glanced up at Ronnie who was also holding his head.

"Sorry..are you alright?" Ronnie asked as he looked over to see Kaden already staring at him. He took relief in the fact that Kaden was laughing and the sound sent a spark of warmth through his chest that he had never felt before.

"I'm okay..heh are you okay?" Kaden chuckled softly as they stood to their feet, handing Ronnie a bunch of books from up off the floor.

"I'm okay." He spoke softly, just above a whisper.

As Ronnie and Kaden finally straighten up, each holding a portion of the spilt sci-fi comics, the last few books find their way back onto the shelf. The slight bump on his head from their accidental collision is nothing compared to the rapid thumping in his chest. Ronnie can't help but replay the moment over and over in his mind, the soft surprise in Kaden's eyes, the brief touch of their hands. It's ridiculous, he thinks, how a simple accident feels like it's rewired his entire day—

As Ronnie and Kaden finally straighten up, each holding a portion of the spilt sci-fi comics, the last few books find their way back onto the shelf. The slight bump on his head from their accidental collision is nothing compared to the rapid thumping in his chest. Ronnie can't help but replay the moment over and over in his mind, the soft surprise in Kaden's eyes, the brief touch of their hands. It's ridiculous, he thinks, how a simple accident feels like it's rewired his entire day—no, his entire outlook on what he came into the comic shop for.

"Thanks for the help," Kaden says, their voice pulling him back from his daze, a smile playing on their lips. It's casual, the way they say it, but to Ronnie, it feels like a scene straight out of one of these comics—unexpected allies meeting in a twist of fate.

"No problem," Ronnie manages to say, hoping his voice sounds steadier than he feels. "Guess we made quite the team, huh?"

"Yeah, we did," Kaden agrees, their smile broadening, oblivious to the feelings that they've flamed inside Ronnie.

As they stand there, amidst the quiet hum of the shop and Kaden's music that was playing in the background, surrounded by tales of intergalactic adventures and time-travel mishaps, Ronnie finds himself wishing they were characters in one of those stories. It would be easier, maybe, to express how he feels if he could blame it on some cosmic anomaly or a twist of fate written into the stars. They just met after all and it would be weird to just blurt out that he found them attractive, plus that wasn't Ronnie. He was calm and collected at all times…..right?

He takes a moment, watching Kaden's enthusiasm for the comics, the way their eyes light up at certain titles, and he wonders if maybe, just maybe, there's a universe out there where he's brave enough to say, "Hey, I know we just met, and we might be nothing more than two strangers who bonked heads over a pile of comics, but I feel like there's something here. Do you feel it too?"

But he doesn't say any of that. Instead, he tucks those words and feelings away, a secret storyline that no one else gets to read. For now, he's content to bask in the aftermath to hold onto the spark of something new and thrillingly unknown.

"See you around?" he ventures, a tentative offer to extend this moment into something more a chance to see them again hopefully, less head-bonking encounters though.

"I'd like that," Kaden responds softly, the smile on their face ever-present. If Ronnie was paying more attention to Kaden than to his own inner thoughts and feelings he may have noticed the faint tint of pink that spread across Kaden's cheeks.

"Okay, well…see you later then."

"Bye, It was nice to meet you, Ronnie."

"Y-You too.." Ronnie stammered and was mentally kicking himself, he wasn't like this. He wasn't someone who allowed strong emotions get the better of him and yet here he was, heart racing and words faltering. He turned on his heel and headed out of the shop and allowed himself for the briefest moment to feel what he was feeling. He smiled fully to himself, something new and exciting was finally happening in this quiet little town.

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Absolutely NO PRESSURE to read this. I didn't think I could make a 2000 word fic but hi? hello????? If you read it fucking thank you!? you're literally a rockstar and I'd die for you??? <3

#ACTUALLY HAVE TO PUT THIS UNDER A READ MORE WHAT THE HELLLLLLLL!?!??!?! HELLLOOOOO WHATS HAPPENING TO MEEEEE #Did I make a fic about nothing? possibly.. well ig not nothing.. its ronnies pov but I feel like shit so idk how this is going to come out #dlfkjsdlfkjds #but whatever its here and I'm sorry if you fell asleep lol #HE'S SO FRIGGIN CUTE! [shakes him] #LOOKIT THAT SUBTLE LITTLE SMIRK ON HIS FACE! LOOK AT IT! FUCKING CUTE LITTLE SHIT /affectionate #those who slay together stay together #my writing #ronnie 💞

[charleslee-valentine]

Be My Valentime

Ship: Franknub

Word count: ~2,900

Warnings: Implied abuse

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A piece of printer paper, some paint, and a box of crayons. Nubbins has his supplies laid all out on the table, making a craft very different from his usual string and bone art structures.

It’s for his friend, the next door neighbor. His very bestest friend.

The paper, a little stiff from being painted red, is decorated with little drawings and words that should be special for his friend. Only for him. It’s the kind Nubbins don’t want nobody else to see.

Every time one of his pesky brothers walks past, he lays all his weight on the table, hiding it under his chest and bent elbows. Problem is, he accidentally got too involved in the color of a certain sunflower drawing, he don’t even notice when his twin comes up behind him and peers over his shoulder.

Bobby speaks suddenly loud, right there in his ear, “W-Whatcha drawin’?”

Nubbins’ heart must jump halfway to the ceiling from how spooked he gets, but he don’t give up hiding it, “Nuthin.”

That only gets his brother's interest more. Bobby leans over him more, half his weight on Nubbins’ chair now, “Lemme see!”

Nubbins gnashes his teeth, trying to bite, and argues back, jus’ as loud and echoey in the high ceilinged dining room, “N-No!”

They gets a stern warning from big brother in the next room, “You boys cut that shit out or else I’ll..“

They don’t listen to the whole threat. A single, quiet-as-a-mouse moment passes ‘tween the Sawyer twins. Nubbins looks at Bobby, and Bobby at Nubbins, both of ‘em starin’ hard. It’s the latter that lunges first.

Bobby gets only one teeny corner of the card in his grabby fist ‘fore Nubbins yanks the rest back, crumbling up what he gets and tearing it ‘til it’s nothing but ribbons of colored paper.

A bold smile sits there proudly on his face. His twin though, he looks just kinda confused after watching Nubbins kill his own art piece like that.

“What was that f-for?”

“I-I didn’t want you to see.” Is a solid answer for Nubbins. All that needs said.

Only there’s something else even more simpler running through Bobby’s head. He looks side to side, a few times, ‘fore getting right close to whisper, “W-Was it a uh.. a dirty drawing?”

Nubbins’ face must turn pink as a summer sunset. First instinct that comes is to whack Bobby upside his smug, empty head.

“No! Sh-Shut up!”

Oh but that rotten thought has done planted itself firm, no amount of denial from Nubbins could change Bobbys mind. The asshole just laughs and laughs ‘til he’s turnin’ funny colors too, “It was! I-It was!!”

Makes him so mad he just wants to-

The twins end up in a tussle on the floor. Ain’t the place for it, there in the dining room, ‘cause it’s too close to being caught by Drayton. So’s they take it to the front of the house instead, crashin’ out past the heavy curtains they got hung up to keep the elements out, hot or cold.

Some time in all the chaos, Bubba’d come in to borrow the crayon tin. Really, it belonged to them anyhow, since they was the one t’ find it at the station, when it got left behind by some other little kid.

Their picture was of themself and their pet Missy chicken, with little hearts in their favoritest colors all around. Drayton done took it to place with pride on the wall in the living room, next to all the framed old pictures of the house and family members long since passed, and Bubba’s other art pieces.

That was how the boys got caught still wrastlin’.

Later on, Nubbins is snug in his bed with a bruise on his cheek.

Normally, he’d be grumpy, at least at first while the dumb thing had to settle inta his skin and heal. Not today. Today’s special, and this bruise is kinda funny actually.

Two little fingerprints by his jaw bone, ‘cept’n they don’t look like just that, these here come together and makes a purple-ish blue heart.

Nubbins presses down on it and thinks of all the hearts he’d drawn on his special piece of paper earlier. Of the friend he’d been dedicatin’ all his loves to. He decides he don’t just wanna lay here and think so much no more.

Careful as a mouse sniffin’ poison, he crawls outta his bed and sneaks his boots back on, tryin’ to be quiet so he won’t wake his brother.

Don’t work.

Bobby ain’t need much sleep, but when he’s out, he’s out hard, so he spooks bad. He sits bolt upright, them pale and foggy eyes of his struggling to make much out in a the pitch dark room with the curtains drawn and everything.

“W-Who’s there?”

Nubbins whispers back, lettin’ the first thing that comes to mind spill out, “Ain’t nobody.”

Bobby’s sleepy, equally bruised face scrunches up, “You sure?”

Even though his twin won’t be able to see it in the dark, Nubbins nods. “Ain’t n-nobody but the.. uh.. the dream fairy. Go to b-bed.”

“O-Okay.” Bobby agrees without a care and tosses back in bed, snoring like a damn bear in a cave ‘fore Nubbins even finished the laces on his next boot.

It’s funny, messin’ with him when he’s like that. Nubbins giggles about it under his breath, all quiet so nobody’ll hear and bust his butt again for what he’s ‘bout to do.

There’s a tree close to their window. The boys knows that well, but Drayton never found it out, so they never had to switch rooms. Now that he’s real tall, it’s easy just to open the window a bit and swing a leg out to the branches.

Every time, his stomach drops a little bit, but he’s yet to fall the whole height down. He’s just never successfully climbed the full way down neither. Maybe a quarter of the way there Nubbins tumbles ass first out the tree in a mess of arms and legs all a-flailin’ about.

No way old man would’ve missed a sound like all that, with them branches snapping and such.

Knowing his ass depends on it, Nubbins runs. Like a bat outta hell he runs straight to the neighboring property, finding the back like he always does, and calling up for his friend to invite him in ‘fore it’s too late.

“Hey! Fr-Franklin!”

After just a moment, the window and the shutters swings open. Franklin's head and his pretty, curly puff of hair appears in the opening, “Nubbins? That your little ass down there?”

“Y-Yeh, ‘s me. I-I made you a..a Valentimes.” Nubbins declares it proudly.

His card was for the special day that Franklin teached him all about. A holiday all’s about love and pretty things! ‘Course the first thing he wanted to do was make his best friend a special gift for it.

Franklin can’t accept it yet from all the way up high. He explains, “You gonna have to come up t’ me. I don’t got my chair.”

That’s all the more permission Nubbins needs to grab onto the ivy and scale the house. It’s easy work, after so long of nobody taking real good care of the property. The house is gettin’ better on the inside, but the outside sure is still ugly. Easy to climb on though!

Nubbins half tumbles into Franklin’s window, while he sorts out how to unfurl himself from one last twisted vine, asking up on the state of his missing wheels, “Where’s’d they g-go?”

Franklin smiles, but it’s not one of those weird ones that makes Nubbins feel silly for asking questions. It’s a happy smile.

He points to the discarded wheelchair off to the side of the room, “It’s here. Just c’ain’t get in ‘ere all by myself. Or roll my jolly green ass down the steps, now can I?”

Nubbins’ hands get happy, giggling just at the thought, “Y-You’d look like me, then.”

If Franklin hit his face on the way down, they could match, and have identical little heart shaped bruises. Maybe next beating, it would be a cut, and then Nubbins could toss Franklin down the steps, and they could have matching scars instead.

All of it makes him giggle and shake his hands about it.

But Franklin’s distinct smile has left his features behind. Now he looks concerned, “Damn it critter, who kicked your ass this time?”

“Oh, m-my brothers.” Nubbins explains, not seeing the issue, even less so when Franklin’s expression turns surprised. It’s not new that big brother gets mean. He never understands why Franklin don’t just get that it’s no big deal. So he explains again, “Well it was.. i-it was Bobby first, ‘n then I gots in trouble f-fer the noise a-and Drayton got me good too. S-So I wouldn’t do it again.”

“That’s no good, Nubbins… I wish they wouldn’t hurt ya like that.” Franklin argues anyways.

It’s not even that bad though. Ripping his heart out and stomping on it on Valentime’s is what hurts. Nubbins pouts a little, arms crossed and voice higher, “B-Bobby didn’t mean t’!”

A moment.

“And Drayton?”

Nubbins doesn’t wanna think about dumb old Drayton right now. He refuses to, even.

Silence. He won’t even look at his Franklin. His thoughts gets frantic trying to think of just somethin’ other than what Franklin wants to talk about, anythin’ but that. Then he remembers why he came over.

A tiny burst of happy comes back into Nubbins’ heart, as he shares, “Oh! I r..remembered! I g-got your Valentime!!”

“Let’s see it then- oh.” Franklin watches as the sprinkles of colorful paper are dumped into his open hand in a little pile.

His expression is unclear, so Nubbins feels compelled to explain, feels little tingles of nervous nipping at his spine.

“I-It used ta be one piece, but..but I had to rip it up c-cause Bobby was g-gonna look!”

Franklin looks down at the mess of a gift in his hands. Nubbins gets twitchy and anxious, shifting closer, tapping his fingers, craving a good answer so, so badly.

His best friend looks him in the eye, “Thank you, Nubbins. Really. It’s a good card.”

Nubbins can’t help that he gets excited. He raises his arms up and shakes them, letting out the tension that was building up in his bones. He points to the once-Valentime mess, “It said uh.. well I-I don’t really remember what it said but.. y-you like it?”

“Well sure!” Franklin agrees again, wearing something like pride in his face, mixed with happy.

Nubbins’ movements accidentally bump some of the paper scraps out of Franklin’s hands and onto the floor. He almost freezes, making messes is bad, liable to get his butt beat. But Franklin doesn’t get mad. He laughs, and warns, with nothing but playful in his tone, “Ope, ope, careful now!”

It’s all a lot to feel at once.

Nubbins gets as close as he can to Franklin like this, and lays his head on him, hidin’ from the big emotions behind a soft denim shirt and his own hair. Franklin doesn’t do anything but let him, which is fine and all, but Nubbins wants more. Impatient, he pulls for a second to pick up Franklin’s hand, dumping more paper pieces, and he guides it to his hair. He wants touches.

Franklin gets the hint eventually and pets his hair like Nubbins would pet a sad little roadside critter. Slowly, he eases back down and just lays all on his best friend. Part of him wants to bite the fabric of Franklin’s shirt, but last time he tried that he got a scolding. Instead, he chews on his own hair, focusing on doin’ something instead of feelin’ all the feelings.

It’s eventually Franklin who speaks up, never sermon’ to like the silence too much. “I like it when you visit me.”

That gives Nubbins an idea. Excitedly, he declares, “Y-You could l-live with me, a-and we could be visiting a-all the time!”

“I’m sorry, Nubbins but-“ That’s enough. His spirits already extinguished, his idea squashed. He cuts Franklin off.

Nubbins wouldn’t say he’s poutin’, but he ain’t smiling no more either. “D-Don’t be mean.”

“I won’t… I just… You know how it is. With your big brother.. I don’t really think I’d fit in there is all.” Franklin explains his side soft and quiet, trying not to poke the upset bear maybe.

Too bad. This bear is fully frustrated and ready to pounce, “Stop it. I-I don’t like you sayin’ that.”

That’s the end of it. Franklin does stop just like he asked. “Alright.”

Nubbins squeezes him tighter. He doesn’t like where that left off. Bad, bad thoughts start to replace the happy ones.

His Franklin, his bestest friend in the whole wide world of Texas, wouldn’t never hurt him the way big brother does. ‘Cept’n the worries is still there anyway.

Nubbins doesn’t lift his head, but he asks, “Is you m-mad at me?”

“Nope.” Franklin denies automatically.

Just in case that isn’t the end of it, Nubbins asks to clarify, knowing better than to assume anythin’ his stupid brain can’t comprehend. “Bu..But?”

Not even raisin’ his voice, Franklin just clarifies, “But nothin’, Nubbins. I ain’t mad. Not at you, not ever.”

That there is almost enough to lift his spirits. Nubbins at least is encouraged to switch the subject, “I-It’s still Valentimes, right?”

Franklin sort of shrugs, as much as he can with Nubbins’ weight on him, “I’m pretty sure, yeah.”

When the big feelings come this time, Nubbins don’t extinguish them all out, he puts it into one big action instead of the little ones in his body. Not for the first time, but maybe for the first where it meant something this special, Nubbins kisses Franklin.

It’s just quick, one tiny press of the lips more than anything else. He probably mostly misses Franklin’s too. Don't make it feel any less nice in his heart.

“That your real gift, huh?” Is what Franklin asks, pink in the face and soundin’ a little breathless. Nubbins doesn’t have words just yet. He nods, so Franklin shows his thanks with another kiss, though this one is to Nubbins’ cheek, “Well, thank you.”

Nubbins waits, for just a minute, but gets frustrated quick. Franklin isn’t doing what he’s supposed to.

“Where.. W-Where’s my present?”

“Go get that little box over there.”

Franklin points to the desk he’s got pushed up to the wall on the far side of the room. There’s a little white box no bigger than the palm of his hand with a burlap ribbon around it sits there.

Sneaky as a fox, even though he already got his permissions, Nubbins goes and snatches it up, givin’ it a little shake. It don’t make much noise, so he looks to Franklin, guessing with the limited number of clues what it could be in his head.

Understanding the silent conversation, Franklin allows him, “Go on. Open it up.”

Nubbins pulls the ribbon and sends it falling undone to the floor before either can blink. Maybe from excitement, or nerves, or just from the way he is, his hands shake so much it takes a few tries to retrieve the thin cord of a present from inside.

His face turns sort of blank instead of happy, showing his confusion, “Wha-What is it?”

“A new necklace. It’s some kind of leather so it won’t bust like your old one. Figured you could add your little charms and stuff.” Franklin explains it, but instead of the joy of clarity crossing Nubbins’ face, he only gets grumpier.

He crosses his legs and just sits, right there in the middle of the floor. Poutin’.

Franklin tries really, really hard not to let out a little laugh. This is serious business, even if Nubbins looks adorable like that, “What’s the matter?”

“My dumb old present was br-broke.” Nubbins huffs.

So he thinks a handwritten card don’t compare to a store bought gift just cause it was all ripped up. But he was so bouncy when he got here. Franklin don’t care none, expecting it to not be torn up would’ve honestly been the only thing more unfair’n Nubbins’ current self-depreciation.

“Hey now, it’s alright.” Franklin assures, and seeing Nubbins about to shake his head, only doubles down, “You could always make another!”

That grabs his interest again. “And th-then you’ll have two!!”

Franklin looks at the pile of scrap in his hands. There’s a piece with two little sunflowers on it still intact. He takes it and puts it in his shirt pocket, presses it down, then gives Nubbins his biggest, most loving smile.

“One for hangin’ up, and one for keepin’ close to my heart.”

Nubbins just bursts with big emotions, and good ones at that. His hands flutter like hummingbirds over sweetwater, and he wiggles side to side.

“This is my f-favorite Valentimes e-ever!”

It’s also his first, but that’s not really the point, so Franklin don’t say a word.

His heart’s gone soft for that boy. If he knew it weren't too much to feel at once, he’d tell him he loved him right then and there. Instead, he settles on agreeing about the holiday.

“Yeh. S’my favorite too.”

#franknub #franklin hardesty x nubbins sawyer #nubbins sawyer #franklin hardesty #chop top sawyer #bobby sawyer #drayton sawyer #bubba sawyer #my writing #yes. Valentine is spelled wrong on purpose. I promise

[wildlife4life]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by the wonderful and amazing @prince-buck-diaz, @homerforsure, @heartbeatdiaz , @spotsandsocks and @wikiangela. Thank you!

Alright ya'll, so I am still working on this fic, but writing is going to slow down a bit this week because I finally scheduled shadowing hours for the program I'm applying for. So may not see much from this fic the next few tag days. But as it has been for awhile, here is NFL Buck!

“I talked to Christopher. He gave the gist of what went down during his visit to your firehouse today and a bit of an attitude.” Evan tells him with a dejected expression. Eddie draws a rough hand down his face, “Yea, he didn’t like that we had to have the talk again, add in teenage hormones and general need for rebellion, we get broody Chris.” “You think he said too much to your co-workers.” A distressed groan rips out of him, “They’re so damn nosy and I understand they’re curious and want to get to know me.  That I have this air of mystery around me with the whole cryptic boyfriend thing.  And I’ve tried to warn them off, I tried to explain that you-that we like our privacy. Then Christopher came, and I know they were just being nice and wanting to get to know him. But then Chimney caught him watching the training camp interview you did, and Chris loves to brag about you, loves to tell people he is your biggest fan.” “No bigger fan than him. And I’m his.” Buck interrupts with a delicate smile. Eddie softens a bit at that, “We both are.” He sighs, “It took Bobby using his Captain voice to get everyone to calm down, shut up and back off.  Lunch got too awkward for Chris and Carla to stay and then we had the talk, which upset him, so he ignored all my goodnight texts and calls. Carla had to put me on speaker phone so he would at least hear me say it. So, I feel like the worst dad in the world right now and all I want besides a hug from my son, is you.”  He needed Buck physically here with him, to sooth him and talk him through his stress and anger.

Hope you enjoyed!

Tagging (no pressure): @thewolvesof1998, @sibylsleaves, @ebdaydreamer, @911onabc, @911-on-abc, @bekkachaos, @thekristen999, @lizzybizzyzzz, @cowboy-buddie, @alyxmastershipper, @shortsighted-owl, @hippolotamus, @transbuck, @spaceprincessem, @forthewolves

#wip wednesday #tag game #my wip #911 fox #911 abc #911 fic #buddie #buddie fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #118 firefam #some angst #buckley diaz family #parent buck #dad eddie #nfl #quarterback buck #firefighter eddie #secret relationship #lies and secrets #eddie needs a hug

[yujo-nishimura]

The Escape - Part 13

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11 - Part 12

Luffy had really made it - with his gum gum fruit abilities he had swung you both from rooftop to rooftop like Tarzan and Jane. He seemed highly entertained by the Marines not being able to catch up and your screams in panic. As you finally reach the outskirts of town, Luffy lets go of you and you both just run, towards the harbor where his ship supposedly sat anchor. 

You are panting, finally slowing down, you are at the end of your strength for today - the fear while being thrown through the air was a bit too much for you to handle. 

Luffy's finger extends towards a magnificent vessel, adorned with a striking figurehead resembling that of a sheep's head. The ship stands tall, graced with two towering masts, its caravel design exuding timeless elegance. Awe washes over you as you gaze upon its impressive form, captivated by its sheer beauty. “Where did you get such a beautiful ship from, Luffy?” 

“I was lucky to find the right crew members!”, he grinned proudly and made an inviting gesture. 

“Wanna come on board with us?” 

Just as you want to accept his invitation you hear a familiar voice behind you: 

“She belongs to our crew, straw hat!”

You both turn around, realizing Buggy, Cabaji, Mohji and even Richie had been quicker than the marines and had already boxed you in. 

“Oh, the clown guy, Bobby, right?” Luffy scratches his head over this encounter and you take a step back, ready to hide behind your friend. 

“The name is Buggy, you little brat! I came here to kill you and now I even have a better reason to do so, since you have someone with you, who belongs to me.” 

“Y/n said you abducted her..”, Luffy replied, still with confusion in his face. 

“Well, that was what I wanted to talk about with you. Initially we helped each other to survive and find his crew back, but then he got very mean and forced me to stay on his ship…” 

You mumble this from behind Luffy's back and he nods while listening attentively. 

“All lies!” Buggy yells, his face red in anger just like his nose.

“She rescued me from a sea king and helped me to even find my crew. She is a valuable crew member and I think she does not know yet that she actually really likes me…” 

“Really likes you?”, Luffys face is just one big question mark. He cannot follow anything the clown pirate is saying. He just feels that you are grabbing on to him and you are intimidated. He turns around to you and genuinely asks you now: “What do you want to do?” You gulp, actually not sure what you want to do. But you know one thing: “I don't want to take orders anymore!” 

“You come back with me!” Buggy yells and steps forward. Lufffy immediately gets ready to fight, shoves you back behind him. 

Buggy who expected that things would turn out like this has prepared for a fight as well. Drawing his knives, he detaches his arms and lets them fly towards you and Luffy in a chop-chop cannon. Luffy grabs you so you both are able to dodge the attack, you being less quick and agile than Luffy and just simply falling on the ground. 

Acting swiftly and decisively, Luffy harnesses the power of his elastic abilities, delivering a powerful strike known as the "Gum Gum Pistol" directly to Buggy's face. The impact of the blow sends the clown pirate hurtling backward, his comical facade temporarily shattered as he crumples to the ground. Mohji rushes to Buggy's side, concern etched across his face as he checks on his fallen captain.

Seizing the chance amidst the commotion, Cabaji makes his move. With unwavering resolve, he swiftly propels himself towards you, deftly balancing on his singular wheel. Without hesitation, he seizes hold of your shoulders, forcefully pulling you towards him. The cold steel of a sword presses against your throat, making you gulp. “Fuck!”, you whimper, knowing that this will give Luffy a big disadvantage. More than about yourself you worry about your friend. 

Buggy gets up, the blow just having him temporarily knocked down. Cabaji smiles at his captain, you can feel him close to your body, his grip tight, knowing he would be ready to hurt you if necessary. 

Momentarily diverted by the precarious situation unfolding before him, Luffy's attention shifts from you, held captive in Cabaji's grip, to the looming presence of Buggy. He reacts a bit too late, as he narrowly evades another swift knife attack from the cunning pirate. A flicker of concern flashes across Luffy's face as a small gash appears on his cheek, a testament to the imminent danger that surrounds him. You clench your fist, trying to wiggle yourself free from your abductor. “Luffy” you yell at your friend, “Don't worry about me. I will be fine. Beat them up!”

With a self-assured smile playing upon his lips, Buggy interjects. Rising to his full height, he surveys the unfolding scene, reveling in the advantage he now possesses. The grasp of Cabaji, still firmly holding you captive, grants Buggy a position of control.

Leaning into the moment, Buggy issues a chilling ultimatum: "I strongly advise against any resistance," he asserts with a sinister edge. "If you refuse to surrender, we shall take great pleasure in inflicting slow and agonizing pain upon your dear Y/n. Cabaji is in no mood for jokes today."

A surge of adrenaline courses through your veins as Cabaji applies additional pressure, causing the blade to inch perilously closer to your vulnerable skin. The sensation of pain intensifies, sending a sharp pang through your body, while your racing heart serves as a constant reminder of the danger you're in.

Luffy's eyes widen in alarm as he witnesses your distressing sight. His gaze fixates on the droplets of blood, slowly trickling down your neck and staining the edge of the sword. Time seems to stand still as the gravity of the situation becomes starkly apparent to him.

“Don't listen to them, Luffy..” you whimper and unfortunately do not sound as convincing as you had hoped you would. Luffy stops his movement, looking directly at Buggy now.  “What's the matter with you?” “I will give you a choice, Straw Hat.”, he laughs, realizing he has full control of the situation again. 

Buggy's voice cuts through the tense atmosphere, his words hang in the air, offering a choice that feels inherently unjust. "You have a decision to make," he taunts. "Surrender yourself to me, and your friend shall be set free. Alternatively, you can leave now, and I will claim Y/n as a captive on my ship." You bite your lip over this unfair deal. Luffy looks at you, not sure what to do next. He knows that both options for him were something he could not agree on. 

You look into his eyes, the first time they look seriously at you today. He does not show fear, but hesitation. You decide to make a decision for him. 

“Luffy, you will be the king of the pirates. You should not give yourself up to a stupid clown in this situation. Let me go with them and I will break free and meet you later again at the Grand Line…”, you suppress your tears as you say that. But you know this is the only reasonable solution - Buggy who has somehow grown fond of you would never hurt you more than he does right now, but he would definitely try to kill Luffy, understanding what a threat he could be becoming stronger and more experienced with the time. 

“I would listen to Y/n, she is just so much smarter than you!” Buggy laughs, holding his hand towards you in an inviting gesture. 

“Bring her over here, Cabaji. She has made her decision.” Cabaji, not letting the sword sink from your neck, shoves you towards Buggy and away from Luffy, your childhood friend standing there, frozen in hesitation and frustration at being unable to help you. With a last strong push, Cabaji shoves you towards Buggy, you fall directly into his arms, which he held open for you. The blood from your wound on your neck is staining his shirt as he pressed you close to his chest. You can feel his warmth and hear his heartbeat. You feel too ashamed and helpless to turn around you and you just hold your breath. 

“Y/n!”, you hear Luffy yell, “Take good care of yourself until we meet again. I will beat these guys up, if they hurt you any more than they have already done.” 

You nod, unable to face Luffy, you again feel this whirlpool of emotion dragging you down, the sudden physical touch of Buggy had stirred something in you, but you also feel humiliated again, having again lost your way to freedom. Buggy lifts you up, surprised and without being able to say anything he just lifts you on his shoulders, like a package, carrying you slowly away from the encounter with Luffy. 

Cabaji and Mohji stay behind for a bit longer, watching Luffy that he wont plan any attempt to try getting you back. As Buggy turns around with you you can see Luffy. He is smiling now, waving at you. In his eyes there is no more hesitation but determination to see you again. And you see something else - hope and the conviction that you will be fine. He seems to know more than you at this moment. You close your eyes in order to not cry. 

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You all know what time it is right?

Today it is Kicking Chiken's turn!

When it comes to Kicking i struggled a lot to draw him in such way i liked it maybe becouse he has a weird tail for a chiken, and weird hair and weird mouth that has a peak and at the same time doesn't...?

Idk he is weird, but i like him

I feel like he is the cool kid that is deep down very insecure, kinda like pizza steve from Uncle Grandpa

This was one of the first drawings of him that I liked, i feel like is very into character, becouse he would do the Sonic pose for sure. His hair is kinda weird but meh, it's good enough; if anything, it makes me happy to see that i improved!

Becouse yes! This drawings are all pretty old! I think they have at least a month since i made them, but i still like them and wanted to pose them one by one since i did maked one per day

But anyways, this was his color change!

It wasn't a big change but hey! I like it! Also, you can't see it here but his feet are a different shade of green each one. And i actually actualized this desing for my AU! I already thinked in the personalities of this new Smiling Critters and i'm working on the clothes i'll put on them so they aren't just re colorings for the original ones, i also changed some shades of green on Kicking becouse the color pallete i used (even if i didn't saw what color i was using) had way more shades and i just wanted to use them in his desing

But I already talked too much! You'll have to wait till i reveal all the Smiling Critters for that! So stay tune becouse tomorrow...

It will be Bubba Bubbaphant's turn!

Other Smiling Critters's turns

// Picky Piggy / Bobby Bearhug / CraftyCorn / Hoppy Hopscotch / Kicking Chiken / Bubba Bubbaphant / Dogday / Catnap //

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Shock

Words: 1064

Pairing: Greg Sanders x Reader

A/N: I moved again today so things are hectic again...

Request: Can I request something where Greg saves the reader? Maybe she's being held at gunpoint and he gets there just in time and shoots the other person? - Anon

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“Put the gun down.” you pleaded. “Why should I?” the woman was clearly distressed.

You tried to push yourself up into a better sitting position but she threatened you with the gun again.

“I’m here to help. We’re looking for Bobby, we need to take him in.”

“Bobby? Bobby didn’t do anything.” her eyes hardened.

“We just want to talk to him.”

“Bobby isn’t capable of killing Ethan.” she spat out “He would never dream of it either.”

“We just want to talk. To clear this mess up alright? Just let me-”

“Let you do what huh? Take my innocent son away from me? Ethan was messing up his life. Taking him down the wrong route.”

“Miss Taylor-”

“Shut up!” she took a step towards you again. “He was a little shit alright? His family is scum and he was trying to make Bobby head down the same path as him. Someone had to step in and protect Bobby. My Bobby.”

She came closer now “and you’re the one who wants to take Bobby. I can’t let that happen.”

“We don’t think he did it.” you tried to reason

“I don’t care!” she screamed

Closing your eyes you turned your head away, knowing what was to come. A bang ran out through the air and you felt a weight on top of you but no pain. Opening your eyes Miss Taylors' body was on top of yours

Greg rushed forward and pulled the body off of you, he’d had to make the split-second decision and knew he’d made the right one. He’d overheard the last part of the conversation and bolted down the hall when he’d heard the scream. As soon as he saw the gun he knew he only had one choice. He hated drawing his gun, hated firing it even more but he had to.

“Y/N are you ok?”

You nodded in shock and stared at Miss Taylor.

Morgan was running into the room now, an officer with her as Greg reported into his radio what had happened.

“Greg-”

The man looked at Morgan and the officer “I’ve got her.”

The woman nodded understandingly grabbing a bag from your nearby case she opened it towards Greg “Gun.”

He picked up his gun from the floor and placed it in the bag before turning his attention back on you.

“You’re probably in shock-”

“I don’t feel good.” you tried to concentrate on the man but the cold shivers through your body were making you feel sick. 

“Let’s get you some air.” 

You nodded and allowed the man to help you up. Realising you were uneasy on your feet he put his arm around you to support you as you walked. 

As soon as you got outside in the cool air you couldn’t hold it back anymore. Rushing from him slightly you found the family’s garbage bin and threw up into it.

“Woah. It’s ok.” he put his hand on your back reassuringly as you tried to regulate your breathing.

Pushing yourself up you awkwardly laughed “Can we move away from the trash before it makes me vomit again.”

He nodded and swiftly guided you a short distance away. You plonked yourself down on a nearby step “I’m sorry. I’ve just never had that happen before.”

He shook his head “Don’t be sorry. It’s scary, you’re allowed to be in shock or scared.”

“I’m ok.” you tried to convince him and took in a breath. “She’s dead right?”

He nodded and sat down beside you “Yeah she’s dead.”

“We’re going to have to speak to-”

“Yeah we are.”

“It’s probably not a wise decision to sit together or talk about it-”

“Don’t worry about it.” he placed his hand comfortingly on your back once more but pulled it away as Ecklies car pulled up and the man swiftly got out.

“Y/L/N, Sanders. Are you both alright?”

You nodded.

“I think she’s still in shock.” you looked at Greg in disbelief for a second but you realised he was just looking out for you and he was right, you were still in shock.

Ecklie placed his hands on his hips as D.B arrived and got out of his own vehicle.

“Are you two ok?”

“Y/L/N is in shock and Sanders was about to come with me to give a statement. Y/N I’ll see you after Sanders.” Ecklie gestured for Greg to follow him and before long the two men had disappeared.

D.B sat beside you “How does this sound for a plan, I’ll grab your things from inside and then we’ll take a drive to the E.R, get your checked out?”

“I’m fine” you tried to re-assure him.

He put his hands up in mock surrender “You might feel it but I’d rather have the extra piece of mind.”

“I suppose.” 

“Then we’ll meet Ecklie after.” Agreeing to the man's proposal, time seemed to fly by. You’d soon had the all clear from the E.R and were leaving Ecklie’s interview with him.

Getting back to the locker room in the lab, Greg entered and cleared his throat to alert you to his presence.

“Greg.” you smiled at the man and closed your locker.

“I have some good news.”

“Go on.” you watched as he grabbed his own things.

“There’s security camera footage of the whole altercation. D.B wanted me to let you know. Everything was caught and you can clearly see everything that happened.”

“That’s a good thing.” 

He nodded and you could see he was weighing up whether to tell you something.

“What is it?”

He sighed and closed his own locker “The footage actually shows her firing her gun at the same time I fired mine. Luckily she had a bad aim.”

Your heart dropped for a second. She’d actually fired at you.

“You’ll probably end up seeing the footage and I wanted you to know before.”

“Thank you.” you took in a breath “I mean it.”

“Come here.” the man opened his arms and you happily obliged. Wrapping your own around him for an embrace.

It was natural and the two of you fit together perfectly. You relaxed into his embrace, the day's events totally melting away. He placed a soft kiss to your hair and moved his hands to your arms and rubbed them up and down.

“Let’s go home.”

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