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stickers-on-a-laptop · 28 days

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Story Ask: I would like a 1,000 word Zenkaiger fanfic about the team encountering a MOTW who is based on Gunman World ( a world from Go-Onger that is basically the wild west ).

"Okay, is it just me, or is there a lot more people with cowboy hats than usual?" Flint asked Magine, the two of them heading towards Colorful after deciding to grab brunch at a new cafe.

A nearby clock struck the first chime of noon, and a wind blew in the streets of Tokyo.

"Where'd the tumbleweeds come from?" Flint asked, before grabbing Magine and pointing up towards a rooftop.

"HIGH NOON, YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS, BANG BANG!"

"Nu nu nu, not another World to fight!" Magine said, reaching for her Geartlinger.

The clock stopped ringing, and everyone in a cowboy hat reached for a gun, looking terrified as they did so.

"Flint, I need you to get all those guns!" Magine said.

"On it!"

"Change Zenkai!"

As Magine transformed, Flint stole every single gun from everyone in the area, at a speed Magine would have expected her to need a suit or gear for.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, BANG BANG? IT IS TIME FOR A DUEL! FOR I AM GUNMAN WORLD, BANG BANG!"

"Nu nu nu no it's not!" Magine called, using her broom to call forth a lightning strike, hitting Gunman World right on the decal of his cowboy hat and sending him reeling.

"Nice shot, Magine!" Kaito said, running in with the rest of the Kikainoids right behind him. "CHANGE ZENKAI!"

Everyone ran towards Gunman World, Flint using all the guns she had collected to help, although the bullets were doing little damage against it, all of them the purest shade of silver.

"Man, maybe I should keep some of these," Flint whistled as she grabbed the next two. "They handle beautifully."

"Keep some for me two," Zox sang as he swung in, grabbing some from the pile to help.

"Aniki!"

She tackled him before Gunman World could shoot him, the shot going above both their heads.

"Thanks, Flint," Zox said, watching Gunman World carefully.

"IF YOU WANT TO DEFEAT ME, YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO DEFEAT ME IN A DUEL! I WILL SEE YOU TOMORROW AT HIGH NOON, BANG BANG!" Gunman World announced before disappearing in a cloud of dust, right as Vroon and Gaon were about to land hits on him.

"A duel?" chorused the Zenkaigers that weren't groaning in pain.

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"If it's a duel, shouldn't it be Zox?" Zyuran asked as they all made their way to Colorful, having checked that all the people involved in the duels were unhurt. "Kid's the best shot."

"Not SD World, so I'll leave it to you guys," Zox replied with a shrug, a line dropping so that he could go back to his ship.

"What about Flint?" Magine suggested. "Her aim is terrific!"

"What? Me?"

"That's a great idea!" Kaito said, putting an arm around the pirate girl. "Would you, Flint-chan?"

Flint considered it and grinned. "Sure, but you're going to owe me!"

Vroon tilted his head. "Owe you what?"

Flint's grin grew bigger.

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It was high noon, and the quarry was quiet except for the sound of the wind.

Flint came in, her head adorned with a pink cowboy hat that had sequins the same color as her shirt, and several more gun holsters than usual around her waist.

"I HOPE YOU ARE READY TO LOSE, FOR NO ONE WINS AGAINST ME, GUNMAN WORLD!"

"We'll see about that!" Flint said, bringing out one gun and twirling it on her finger.

The two of them circled each other, watching every move, as the other, hidden Zenkaigers held their breath.

Guns were drawn, and two shots rang out, sending up dust.

"Who won, do you think?" Gaon asked, hanging on to Kaito.

The dust settled, and Flint had two guns drawn, both smoking slightly, as Gunman World fell over in slow motion.

The Zenkaigers ran over, Magine fussing over Flint as Zyuran wondered if Flint had done the duel fairly.

"Ah ah ah, you asked me to duel, not duel fairly. I am a PIRATE, or did you forget that fact?" Flint scolded. "Besides, I defeated it, so who cares?"

"Well, no, isn't it usually considered defeated after we get in our mecha forms?" Vroon asked, right as the usual events happened to make Gunman World turn huge.

"You just HAD to say something, didn't you?" Flint muttered, getting out of the way so the robos could be formed.

It wasn't a very long fight, Flint checking all the guns she had acquired as she waited for it to be over, humming as she did so, ignoring the sounds of explosions and whatnot.

Unfortunately, all of the guns faded when Gunman World was liberated, which was annoying, so she made a note to visit it once her brothers were back in their usual forms. They were some really nice guns.

"Thanks for helping us, Flint-chan!" Kaito said as they came over, everyone back in their usual forms.

"Don't forget, you owe me twenty free meals! All of you! So that's over one hundred of them!"

"Let's go get you one right now, then!" Kaito said cheerfully. "Oh, hello Stacey! Do you want to go get a meal with us?"

"What? No! I was checking to see if Gunman World had actually done his job, which he didn't!"

"You sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure!"

Kaito pouted, but brightened when Zox came down from his ship, having been hanging out in the outskirts of the quarry, just in case.

"Zox, we're taking Flint to a meal, did you want to come?"

"I'd love two!"

"They owe me so much," Flint bragged. "You could have had all these free meals, Aniki!"

Zox shrugged, although Flint could tell he was cursing the fact. She grinned and ran over to Magine, jumping on her back, startling the pink Kikainoid.

"Nu nu nu?? Oh, Flint, where did you want to go?"

"Hmmmmm….let's have Italian!"

Zyuran snorted. "You're going to try and get us to give you the most expensive meals, aren't you?"

"Well, yeah, duh! You're welcome, by the way!"

"Thanks, Flint-chan!"

"Yeah, thanks!"

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terastalungrad · 7 months

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BB20: Wednesday 1 November

The day starts with some classic BB20 conflict resolution, with Dylan apologising to Trish and Noky for shouting at them.

Olivia really has shown growth in the house. She faced eviction, and her supposed friend Noky was involved in that decision - but Olivia's stoic and calm. Very different from when she was nominated by Jenkin on day 1.

Poor Jordan. He really needs space from Matty - this isn't a flirtation that's bringing him long-term joy. But stuck in the Big Brother house with nothing to do, it's really hard to stay away.

Nominations!

Henry nominates Dylan for being divisive and snappy, and Paul for being inconsiderate at bedtime.

Olivia nominates Trish for causing Olivia to face eviction yesterday, and Noky for being involved in the decision. Heartbreaking! Olivia and Noky were friends!

Noky nominates Paul - he accused her of being fake - and Dylan. She found his behaviour unacceptable, regardless of later apology.

Chanelle nominates Dylan and Trish for creating an unpleasant situation that made the house feel divided.

Matty nominates Olivia for being annoying and loud, and Dylan for accusing Trish and Noky of black-on-black crime.

Jenkin nominates Dylan for shouting at Trish, and Noky for being a game-player.

Yinrun nominates Dylan for losing his temper, and Paul for OTT and offensive jokes and pranks.

Dylan nominates Trish and Noky for having a problem with him that they won't be open about.

Paul nominates Trish for being a gameplayer, and Noky for talking about his personal life behind his back (and not being her Authentic Genuine Self).

Jordan nominates Jenkin for being curt with him, and Noky whom he thinks is insincere.

Tom nominates Noky for being two-faced, and Trish for being controlling.

Trish nominates Dylan since she feels like his emotional punching bag, and Paul for hypocrisy; in the past, he's kicked off about people taking things too seriously, but then took Noky's and Trish's nomination task very seriously himself.

Omg, double eviction this week! Dylan, Paul, Trish and Noky all face the vote. All three black housemates! Really curious to see who's saved.

The shopping task this week, each housemate was given £5 to spend on their own personal choices. When the shopping comes, Yinrun feels like there's tremendous scrutiny of her things - people checking to make absolutely sure she's not taking anything that isn't hers.

Meanwhile, Tom and Paul hoard an absolute mountain of snacks that aren't theirs.

Henry reckons the Jordan-Matty dynamic is becoming all-consuming. He feels caught in the middle, and selfishly feels like he's losing Jordan. He's never felt this way before, and is worried he's being cringe.

Jordan and Matty have their thousandth conversation about their relationship. Jordan is Martha Jones, that's the problem. There's no way for these two to have a healthy relationship until they go their separate ways, and Jordan can find happiness elsewhere.

Jordan reckons his friendship with Henry is platonic. I think this is probably broadly true. Henry's jealousy isn't romantic - rather, Jordan's his best friend, and Henry feels abandoned when Jordan goes off with Matty.

Incredibly strange interaction next.

Chanelle talks with Yinrun and Noky on one side of the bedroom.

On the other side of the bedroom, Jenkin, Tom, Paul and Olivia bitch - half-jokingly? - about Chanelle being on the cool side of the room. Olivia mocks the "cool side" by saying "it's so hard being an outsider".

They plan a Mean Girls move against Chanelle. They will call her over, do a little arm-slapping manoeuvre, and say "iced out!"

When they do this, Chanelle doesn't understand what "iced out" means. They tell her it means they're not her friend anymore. Chanelle rolls her eyes and goes to wash her face - unphased, unhurt.

It is notable that the "cool side" (presumably Yinrun, Trish, Henry, Jordan - maybe Noky and Matty?) haven't lost a single housemate to eviction. The non-outsiders' gang lost Zak - and Olivia specifically lost Hallie and Kerry. And now Paul faces eviction (admittedly alongside Trish, Noky and Dylan).

So it's interesting seeing insecurity from the group that might, in the real world, enjoy the most privileged status.

Jenkin comes to talk to Chanelle, and yep, the callout hurt her more than she let on. She's particularly upset by Jenkin. She won't talk to him for now. Jenkin says "I love you" about a thousand times, but Chanelle says nothing back.

#bbuk

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bluedemon1995 · 2 years

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October 7: Fireflies-I’m not entirely happy with this one but, here ya go!

Keith needed to go on a Blade mission and despite him trying to get someone else to take it on, he had no luck. He was loathe to leave Pidge at this juncture of their … relationship. Mostly because he was not sure what they were yet. He had gotten back to Earth about a month ago. There were many intergalactic talks and he found himself gravitating towards Pidge, as usual. At first, he was just trying not to get annoyed by all the diplomats around him. But quickly he found himself actively seeking her out. He’d look for her at the mess hall, time it so he walked past her house when she should be leaving for work. He also managed to get Cosmo to help. Let’s just say…Best Wing Man ever. He’d just pop in to wherever Pidge happened to be and bring her to him. Cosmo was definitely getting extra snacks!

So when he was pressured into leaving he ended up asking Pidge to come with. While she may have misunderstood his intentions and thought he just needed her expertise, he was not going to be the one to point that out. Instead he ignored his friends teasing and stoically figured he’d find the right time to lay it all out for her.

About a week later, Keith was feeling thwarted! The universe truly hated him. In frustration he decided to go out for a run to burn off some useless energy. After that he showered and consigned himself for bed. Maybe he should just take Lance’s advice and throw her against the wall and kiss her!

Knock, knock.

“Keith! C’mere!!! You gotta see this!”

Keith quickly sat up and moved to the door, swinging it open quickly. “You okay?” He looked her over, relaxing as he took in her unhurt figure.

“You gotta follow me! Let’s go?”

Keith smiles, “Yeah okay, let me grab some shoes…even though I’m supposed to be the boss.”

Pidge grins, “Yeah, yeah, let’s go! You’re going to thank me very soon. I guarantee it!”

Keith shoulder bumps her, “Well, if you’re wrong I’ll make you cook dinner for the rest of the trip!”

At that point Pidge doubled over, “Yeah I think that’s more of a punishment for you!”

Pidge murmurs, “Ta da!!!”, as she pushed the door open to leave the ship.

Keith blinks and turns slowly in wonder. “Are these fireflies?”

Pidge sighs, “No clue. I guess the space equivalent. Isn’t it great?”

Keith nods, “Yeah, it really is.”

They both walk a little further from the ship. As they look up in wonder, Keith wraps his arm around her and he relaxes as she leans into him. After some time, he looks down, “Katie?”

“Mmmmm.”

“Will you go out with me? Like on a date?”

He freezes feeling like his life is on the line, when he hears, “‘Bout time.”

Laughing he turns her slightly and leans down for their first kiss. Gods, he can’t get enough of this girl.

October 8: Fan Convention

“What…do… you… mean? Do you WANT to explain to me, how a hotel has no rooms when I have a RESERVATION!?” She knew her voice was getting louder by the second but what the hell???

“Miss, do you want to get your mom out here?”

Gritting her teeth, she growled, “No, unfortunately that’s not an option because I’m the damn adult in this fucked up situation. In fact, I paid for the reservation on StayANite.com and have the receipt as proof. What. Is. The. Problem.”

“Oh, well, those third party sites are not guaranteed. You must really read the fine print, so I’m sorry for the inconvenience.”

Pidge knew she was going to lose it. Her eye was twitching and she felt like her vision had tunneled to the woman standing in front of her. She wanted to hit her very very badly. She looked her over and figured she could easily take her.

That’s when the schmuck next to her muttered, “Chill, you can stay with me.”

“Oh, excuse me do YOU have a room? Cuz the Bigfoot convention apparently got food poisoning so things aren’t going so well here.”

Keith grinned, “No, I’m pretty sure my room is trash as well. But, I just so happen to travel with my phone and while you were trying to get arrested by cussing out the poor hotel work here, I looked up a few things. There’s a campground not too far away. We could hit a Walmart and expense the shit out of tonight. Let’s live dangerously.”

Pidge sighs, “Keith, “

“Katie. Our presentation is over. There’s no rush or prize to get back. Let’s take the untraveled road….you know you want to. And, crazy enough, I want to. With you.”

Fuck. Looks like she’s camping tonight.

#kidge #keith kogane #katie holt #keith x pidge #keith and pidge #pidge and keith #voltron #fanfiction #alternate realities #kidgetober #pidge #pidge x keith #@kidgetober #keith #kidgetober2022 #fireflies #fan convention

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nebulaofthorns · 2 years

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TWST Incorrect Quotes (Ft my OCs)

(Jade: I feel like doing something stupid.

Raven: I’m stupid, do me.)

(Azul : I feel so burnt out.

Jade: Don’t worry, it'll be over soon.

Azul : Are you gonna... assassinate me?

Jade: Well not if you’re expecting it.)

(Riddle: For self defense reasons, I'm going to pretend to be a burglar and you guys have to act wisely.

Lucinda, Maryam, & Azul : Okay.

Riddle: If you don't want to die, give me all your money.

Lucinda: Bold of you to assume I have money.

Maryam: Bold of you to assume I don't want to die.

Azul : Bold of you to assume I can die.)

(Lapin, holding an antique bottle: Is this whiskey or perfume?

Chen'ya: *grabs and chugs the entire bottle*

Chen'ya:

Chen'ya: It's perfume.)

(Sierra: Why is it that I always lose things as soon as I need them?

Maryam: Actually, it's not that you lose things when you need them. You lose them a while before. It's just that you LOOK for things when you need them.

Sierra: Okay yeah thanks Maryam, that's great but WHERE'S THE FUCKING FIRST AID KIT?)

(Raven: I am in charge of this disaster!

Floyd: I have a name, you know.)

(Floyd: This totally sucks, man.

Jade: This is horrible.

Floyd: Yeah, I know, I mean look at today’s news.

Jade: No, it’s not that, it’s Raven.

Jade: It’s just like, I can’t get them out of my head and every time I look at them I have this pains in my chest, and I just know it’s their fault, that bitch!)

(Floyd: *nudges Raven at 3am* Pretty fucked up that we depict the moon as a girl and the sun as a boy. They're just floating rocks in space. Raven? Wake up, Raven! Listen! They're sexless!

Raven: The sun isn't a rock, go back to sleep.)

(Floyd: Isn’t a bit dangerous?

Lucinda: Floyd, please. We’ve in a lot of unexpected predicaments before and we always escape unhurt.

Floyd: ...

Lucinda: Okay, we sometimes escape unhurt.

Floyd: ...

Lucinda: Alright, we escaped unhurt once... Then we hurt ourselves in the way home.)

(Maryam: Why cant trees give off something important like wifi??

Sierra: So fuck oxygen, I guess.)

(Floyd, when Jade walks in: Oh, hey, I'm just making pizza.

Floyd: *accidentally smacks Azul in the face with the baking sheet*)

(Maryam: I'm sorry. Please talk to me.

Eric:

Maryam: Hello? World's most amazing person?? Sweet pea? Precious cinnamon roll that's too good for this world, too pure?

Eric: 'Sorry' doesn't bring back my fucking M&Ms.)

(Lapin: When's the last time you slept?

Raven: Uh... a few days ago, I think.

Lapin: A few- how many?!

Raven: Uh... *starts counting on fingers* I need more fingers...

Lapin: What you need is sleep!)

(Adrian: Get in loser, we're going shopping.

Eric: This is a McDonald's drive thru.)

(Adrian: You shouldn't be using a straw.

Lucinda: I know, I know, it's bad for the environment and stuff.

Adrian: Yeah, but I mean... it's a weird way to eat spaghetti.)

(Maryam: Dom or sub?

Sierra: I guess Domino's, since I don't go to Subway that much. Don't see why you'd put them in the same category though.)

(Raven: Onion rings are vegetable donuts.

Lapin, used to Raven being dumb: Sure...

Raven: Your stomach thinks all potatoes are mashed.

Lapin: Okay?

Raven: Lasagna is spaghetti flavored cake.

Lapin:

Raven: Lobsters are mermaid scorpio-

Lapin: Jesus, that one is a little-

Sierra, interested: No, no, Raven, keep going)

(Police: You’re under arrest for trying to carry three people on a single motorcycle.

Floyd, with Chen'ya and Maryam behind them: Wait, what do you mean THREE?!

Police: Yes…three.

Floyd: Oh, my God— What the fuck!?

Police: Wha-

Floyd: Lapin FUCKING FELL OFF!)

(*the squad is at a dinner party but someone has been murdered*

Leona: You’re acting pretty carefree for someone who’s life’s at stake. Who’s to say you aren’t the killer?

Maryam: It’s a murder, not a tax audit. I’ll be fine.

Jade: What about Lucinda? Nobody ever suspects Lucinda!

Lucinda: Well what about Raven? They have a gun!

Raven: Leona has a knife.

Leona: Yeah, for fun, not for murder! *stabs Jade in the arm*)

(Jade: I can never give Maryam shit because I’m jealous of them. They look at their life and say, “Sweet! This is perfect!”

Jade: I look at my life and say, “Welp. Time to get drunk.”)

(Maryam: No, this is not a mess. You know what I consider a mess?

Leona: Your life?

Maryam: I- well yes, but-)

(Lucinda: When life gives you lemons, don't make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don't want your damn lemons, what the hell am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life's manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Lucinda lemons! Do you know who I am? I'm the person who's gonna burn your house down! With the lemons! I'm gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down!)

(Jade: Why are your tongues purple?

Raven: We had slushies. I had a blue one.

Floyd: I had a red one.

Jade: oh.

Jade:

Jade: OH.

Azul :

Azul : You drank eachothers slushies?)

(Floyd: You know, studies show that keeping a ladder in the house is more dangerous than a loaded gun. That's why I own TEN guns. Just in case some maniac tries to sneak in with a ladder.)

(Eric: Would you like something to drink? *They open the fridge* We have water, milk, juice, spiders, Dr. Pepper-

Jade: Spiders?

Eric: Spiders it is then.

Jade: No, that wasn’t-

*But they were already pouring them a brimming glass of spiders…*)

(*The gang when they drop food on the floor*

Adrian: Aw man. *Throws it away*

Eric: Five second rule!

Chen'ya: Foolish germs, thinking they can stop me!? *Eats it off the floor*

Lucinda: *Sobs on the floor*)

#incorrect quotes #twisted wonderland #nsft oc #slice of life #realistically all these idiots would probably kill each other

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mythea-arts · 15 days

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Sixth Moon - A Trigun Fanfiction

Vash The Stampede / Original Female Character

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Book 1 - Meteor

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️ :

Angst, Violence, Gore, Panic Attacks, Mental Breakdown, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Anxiety, References to Depression

✨️Summary✨️:

Space Year 0097

Vash definitely did not expect a girl to fall from the sky right in front of him.

Making it his responsibility to find her a place to stay and to maybe uncover some of her lost memories and mysteries on the way, he lets her tag along. But things always go wrong for Vash the Stampede and she stays in his presence far longer than anticipated.

How is he supposed to handle the friendship they soon start to share?

Updates: Mon/Fri every week

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Chapter 1 - Making wishes on shooting stars- wait. Is thAT A GIRL?!

Vash just wanted to eat his sandwich, when the bandits rolled into town.

He sat at one of the tables the shop had set up outside at the edge of town, when the car drifted around the corner. Some really ugly guys looking out of the windows, while waving their revolvers and another on the top with a semi automatic rifle in his hand.

And he might have been able to save his sandwich, if it wasn’t for the little boy playing a few feet away from him. Tugging the young child under his arm he dodged the car at the last second, jumping to the side.

The tables and chairs of the shop went flying through the air. And so was his extra cheesy double cheese and ham sandwich.

To say he was annoyed would have been an understatement. Wasting precious resources, endangering a child and taking away his snack? This turned serious really quick.

They were heading towards the city's bank.

Bringing the sobbing child over to it’s parents after checking if he was unhurt and accepting their thanks with a smile and a wave of his hand, he turned and headed for his newfound enemies of the day.

It took him not one, not two but exactly half a minute to make the bandits flip, shoot at him, blasting their own car in the process and emptying their magazines into the wall that he was hiding behind. After berating them for their reckless behaviors and letting them get him a new snack, they were taken into custody by the town’s sheriff.

Word spread fast in the small town and within half an hour he was celebrated in the saloon, drowning beer after beer with his new buddies and two really nice looking lady’s swooning around him.

A tie around his head, which he did not remember having there when the party started, he had stumbled out of the saloon, arms in arms with Marvin. Or Melvin. Or was this Viktor? His new best friend!

It was already dark. The day had passed and Vash needed to leave soon, before his bad luck caught up to him and some other kind of disaster hit the town. One he couldn’t stop as easily.

He was bringing Viktor or Melcom or Vincent towards what the slurring man was pointing at, assuming it to be his home. Vash was sneaking across the town's square when he started hearing the shouts from behind him, wondering where he went and starting to search for the gunman. After knocking at the door and leaving Marco with his not so happy wife, he started his walk back to the inn he was staying at.

A shabby looking house with even shabbier rooms and beds that were barely better than a rock. But neither did he need more nor did he deserve much of an upgrade. And the other sites to crash in this city were out of his budget anyway.

Before he could turn around the last corner on his way, he heard voices in front of the building. The women from before were there, wondering why such a skilled and pretty shot like himself was staying in this hutch. They wanted to take him back to the saloon and let him sleep there. In their company one might add..

Not in the mood to deal with them and already feeling a growing headache, he slipped back into the shadows of the night. It was an offer he would have loved to take in another life. A shame really.

And so he wandered around for a while, the chilling air of the night surrounding him. Maybe he should just take a moment to himself- he had been running from town to town without much of a break the last few months. He had heard some rumors back in November and tried to follow his new lead without much preparation.

It was the end of space year 0097 and he had picked up, that a certain Dr. William Conrad might still be alive and working with plants building his riches under a pseudonym. So he had set out in the direction of Octovern where a Plant had been saved by the hands of an incredibly talented specialist last year, who seemed to know just a tad too much about lost tech for him to be a normal man. It wasn’t the first time he had a lead like this - but it was his best till now.

The night might have been chilly, but the sky was quite the sight tonight. All five moons were visible to some degree and a worm swarm was glowing in the distance.

Vash decided to head for one of the rock formations just by the city and spent some time admiring the view.

Settling on a part of the cold stone, taking in the view in the opposite direction of the buildings.

He was almost dozing off, the tie still hanging over his face, when he saw a small spark.

As if the night sky decided that it could be even more mesmerizing, a shooting star flew over the sky, flashing and twinkling a little and then vanishing.

And then another. And another.

Shooting stars were rare. Normally the moons would shield the planet's atmosphere from most of them if they were not already gravitating towards the suns. To have all of them hanging in the sky and seeing the twinkling of those small rocks burning bright, while they were crashing onto Gunsmoke - had he seen something like this before in his long life?

Yes, yes he did.

His mind was wandering, torturing memories from the great fall flashing before his eyes. Falling ships, burning bodies screaming for their suffering to end.

It was branded into his mind for all of eternity. A pain he would endure.

Thoughts of the townspeople and their laughter suddenly appeared, cheering and praising him.

If only they knew-

The shower of sparks continued on, while Vash lost himself in his head.

Until a shooting star appeared right in front of him, that was brighter than any he had ever seen.

Its body and ray of light were tinted in a soft blue hue, letting the moons and stars appear dull in its wake. Sparks of color surrounded the night sky around it, barely visible and easily mist. But Vash saw and watched in awe.

Destructive thought pushed back into the farthest corner of his mind, he took in the sight before him.

What was this meteor made of? The way its color seemed to shift every second, breaking and forming the light around it? Some kind of diamond? He remembered how those would form light anew and left people in similar awe.

With his chest still hurting and and his eyes fixed on the wonder before his own eyes, he started to wish. A thing he had told children about - wishing upon a falling star, hoping for a brighter future. But never did the man do it for himself.

What could he wish for after all?

Absolution? Salvation?

A brighter future for plants and humans alike. A life for all of them on this deadly planet. Some kind of eternal peace?

He closed his eyes and wished for all of it.

And when he opened them up again, he was taken aback by how much closer the meteor had gotten. It had passed the atmosphere and its glow was almost blinding him.

With a squeak he stood and took off.

The falling star was heading directly towards him.

But running only did so much.

The impact behind him still reached his body and he was thrown head first right into the next dune.

It took a few tries to free his head while his tie was lost in the sand. Standing up again he shook his head, adjusting his hair and trying to get as much sand out of it as possible. Dusting off his coat as well, he turned around.

The rock formation was completely gone, but the crater itself was a lot smaller, than it should have been. It spanned only 100yarz, a meteor this size shouldn’t even have made it to the ground. There also weren’t any signs of fragments, that should have fallen all around him.

But all of this was forgotten, when he spotted the glowing center of the circle. It still sparkled and shifted in colors one could only imagine, illuminating the area around him.

Vash was drawn to it. And so he descended down into the crater, trying not to accidentally step into the still flickering flames upon the ground.

The light dimmed slowly.

And when the man reached its center, the glow was gone completely.

But no diamond or piece of metal from space lay before him.

Yet it still left him stunned and unable to move further.

It was a young woman instead.

She was laying on her back. Her straight silver hair was spread out on the ground around her. And if it wasn’t for the situation they found themselves in, she might as well have been peacefully sleeping.

He took the last few steps towards her and crouched down, checking her for any injuries. But there were none. She seemed to be totally fine with not even a single visible scratch. And while she was more or less clothed, the fine white fabric didn’t hide much of her slim body.

Contemplating what he should do in this weird scenario, he got a little closer to her, leaned over just a tiny bit and stretched out his hand to feel her pulse, when suddenly her eyes snapped open.

The girl inhaled sharp and deep, as if she had held her breath for minutes.

For a second she just stared up, then her head turned and she looked at him.

Her big green eyes widened further, her lips parted slightly.

And they just looked at each other for a moment, unable to move a muscle.

One moment became two.

And just as Vash had caught himself and started blinking rapidly, thinking of what to say, the girl on the ground took another deep breath-

And screamed.

“WHAAAAAAAA-!”

She pushed him with a force her small body shouldn’t possess and scrambled a few feet away from him, just to sit with her legs drawn close to her body and enclosing it in her arms. Her lips started quivering and the man knew she would start to cry any moment. Her orbs were trained on him in fear.

“Ahh~ I am sorry!”, he started, “I didn’t want to frighten you!” His trademark smile was back on his face, open hands raised upwards beside his head.

His words made it worse as she started trembling. Her hands gripping the burned sand around her lower body, trying to hold onto something. Anything.

“I- What-?“ At least she spoke the same language. He counted that as a win.

“Just concentrate on breathing for a sec, yeah?” An advice he had given hundreds of people in his life, while they were at the verge of a breakdown.

The girl blinked two times and then started breathing loudly through her mouth. For a second she seemed surprisingly collected - and then her tears started flowing anyway.

Her eyes wandered from his form for the first time, mustering the hole they were sitting in. Then her eyes shot upwards towards the sky and she looked even more distressed as she counted the moons above them. She turned around, searching, but seeing nothing new behind her, she quickly turned her attention back to Vash.

Her lips were quivering, when she muttered: “I don’t know what’s going on…” A soft voice, the perfect contrast to her scream from earlier.

“Well- I was just watching the sky when you…fell…?” He gestured wildly. How could he explain what he had just witnessed with her believing it and not panicking more?

“Like a shooting star-“ He really wasn’t good at this. “You almost hit me! Haha!~” Vash scratched the back of his head with one of his hands while laughing nervously. This was the weirdest thing.

The young woman looked like someone had just tried to hit her.

“Like a shooting star….?” At least the absurdity of the situation had made her stop crying for now.

“I was really just checking on you, when you woke up…” Nothing made sense.

She looked at her hands, then back towards Vash while shaking her head frantically.

“…how?” He almost didn’t catch that.

“Don’t ask me! I am just as confused as you are!”

Her eyebrows drawn together, she looked at the ground while thinking. Her hand started rubbing her sides - she must have been cold. No wonder. It was a rather chilling night and she had nothing on herself to keep her warm whatsoever. It was strange enough that the fabric surrounding her did not burn off, but right now there wasn’t really anything normal.

And then it occurred to him: she was not safe at the moment.

Half the town behind him was probably already asleep or drunk when he went up here, but the crash was not just extremely bright, but also loud enough to be heard for a few isles. It was only a matter of minutes before some townsfolk would appear at the edge of the crater.

And he wasn’t keen on finding out what would happen if they discovered a girl that fell from the sky. Sadly humans tended to do more harm than help when they didn’t understand what was going on.

“Mind if I help you stand up? We should really get you somewhere warm!” It wasn’t a lie, but it definitely didn’t fit the urgency in his voice.

“I guess-“, was all she could answer.

Vash then stood up and was in front of her crouching and trembling body within only three long strides of his, reaching out his hand for her to take.

She hesitated another second. Then she took it in her own and was lifted on her wobbly legs. Testing if they would work, she buried her bare feet in the sand. Seemingly happy with the result, she stretched her legs in front of her one after the other and took a step. Her being able to walk on her own was great news at least.

While she adjusted, he noticed her height. In a normal crowd Vash would hover above most heads, being taller than the usual man in these lands by the size of a head. Woman barely reached his shoulders, mostly not even his chest. But her? Without shoes she reached the tip of his nose. Seeing her so small and frightened on the ground, he would never have guessed that she was this tall-

Her hair was just past her shoulders in length and with the moons shining on it, the silver top of her head still looked to be glowing.

“Where to?”, the girl asked. She looked at him and tilted her head. What a cute gesture. Wait, had he started staring?

“Out of this hole first! There is a city nearby.” Vash gestured to the edge, where some rocks were still standing. Maybe they could give them some cover? At least until he was sure no one was trying to check on the site of the impact. It would be smart for the people to wait until sunrise…right?

When she didn’t start to walk and just continued to stare, he added: “Ladies first?” He raised his free hand and scratched the back of his head again. “So I can catch you if you trip?” Wait. His free hand?

And indeed: He was still holding her hand in his real one.

To make things even worse, he began to look down awkwardly - not really wanting to let go. And before his brain was working again and telling him to just drop it and act as cool as possible, the girl spoke up.

“I need both of my hands then.”

“Yeah! Sure!” He let it drop, as if he had just touched a hot pan. As pretty as the silver haired person in front of him was, this might not be the best place for a flirt.

Her face was a lot more controlled now, not showing what she was thinking at all. Instead she purposely raised one of her eyebrows, taunting him. He surely was an expert at making an ass of himself.

With one last glance at him, she turned around.

It was not an easy climb out of the crater. How did Vash get in so fast without losing his footing and rolling down? Or maybe he did and couldn’t remember because he hit his head? It did make sense. The blonde occupied his head with other random thoughts and mustered his left and right, just so he wouldn’t look right in front of him at the ascending woman.

And as if she had felt his current struggle, another snide remark fell.

“If you look at my ass, I will make sure you tumble the whole way back down. Savior or not.”

For someone who was absolutely terrified and at the verge of crying moments ago, she sure wasn't holding back now.

“I would never!” He exclaimed, adding a shocked gasp and holding one of his hands in front of his mouth for the effect.

Reaching the edge and climbing out she faced him at first, and he could see her mouth opening, ready to retort something. But she didn’t. Instead her eyes trailed further to the right, away from him and the hole in the ground.

Vash hurried up.

And then he saw the townspeople too. About a dozen of the were walking towards the pair with fast striddles. And while he knew, that they were just curious right now and wanted to look at whatever had fallen from the sky right in front of their homes, he did find some guns in their hands.

Within a split second, he decided to improvise. Not that he ever did anything else.

“Ahhhh! Good to see you guys!~” His best singsang voice would have to do. He laid a hand on the upper back of the girl beside him. She would have to forgive him for touching without asking. “I just found her! Seems like she was hit by some debris and fell down there! Ha!~” He mentioned downwards with his index finger. Hopefully she wouldn’t notice how nervous he was right now. “I will take her to the doc right away!~” He pushed her slightly and gave her a reassuring smile.

Hopefully the people wouldn’t ask questions-

A man he remembered to be friends with the local sheriff closed the distance between the group and themselves and mustered them.

“Won’t hold it against ya for sneaking away with a pretty lad like that.” The blond could feel her tense under his hand. She had caught on. “But I don’t think I have seen you around?” The older man turned his attention towards her.

“Uhm yeah. I just arrived today.” Well - she wasn’t lying.

“Hah! And already snatched the towns savior! Wish the girls back when I was young were like that!” His laugh sounded like he was choking on his spit. “Get her checked before you take her home, you casanova!”

Vash shared a quick laugh with the guy and they bid their goodbyes. The fact that the whole town was intoxicated and unable to think properly was making this a lot easier than he had thought. The mob had moved towards the edge, one of the guys he remembered drowning a glass of whiskey with rolled downwards. Another tried to help and tumbled in right after. Three women were betting who would be able to get out again first. No one cared for them right now. Good. Eventually there would be questions for her, but not tonight. He could figure something out after getting her somewhere to rest and warm up.

When they were a few yarz away from the bickering mass, the girl piped up.

“Casanova, eh? Wasn’t so off with my comment then?” A sly smile graced her lips, but she looked ahead.

“Well, what can I say? My dashing looks have won over the hearts of many fair maiden!” If it made her feel better, he would gladly play along. Walking in silence under tense circumstances wasn’t something he particularly liked.

“Must be quite the curse.” The girl brought the palm of her head over her heart. “Did you come out here to hide?” She was jesting, but it wasn’t that far from the truth. Not that she knew.

“I thought so. But it seems like beautiful woman just appear all around me out of thin air.~”

“Ah! So it is a recurring thing?”

“Yes. They fall for me all over.” The girl beside him snorted. It was good to see her loosen up a little. Vash watched her while they took the last few steps to the cities border.

“Are you feeling better?”

Her face fell slightly, but a soft smile was still gracing her features.

“Not really. Just trying to cope for now.”

“Thought so.” His steps slowed down while he was searching for the right words. “I will get you to a doctor for now. Just want to make sure that you don’t have a concussion or worse- “

“My head does indeed hurt-” Instinctively she rubbed her left temple with her fingers.

“Why didn’t you say so?” He had only been able to check for visible injuries. If he had known that she was in pain, he wouldn’t have let her walk the whole way-

“You didn’t ask.”

The man felt bad instantly. It should have been in the forefront of his mind as soon as she had calmed down a little.

“Sorry about that!”

“Don’t be.” For the first time since they had started walking, she looked up to him. “I can handle it. And you are-” The green-eyed woman stopped walking while her voice trailed off. She took a moment to think. Then suddenly her sparkling orbs gazed into his own, with an intensity that reminded him of the light he had wished upon earlier, as she spoke up again. “Thank you! Even if there isn’t much you can do… your presence really helps right now.” She paused and tilted her head, her eyebrows drew together slightly. “May I ask your name?”

“Oh! Sure! The name is Vash!” He was bewildered that he hadn’t introduced himself yet. “And helping is just what a man of love and peace like myself does!” Proudly he pointed at himself and remembered her calling him savior back in the crater. He blushed. He really didn’t do much till now and her words still made him feel good about himself?

“And what may I call you?”

She smiled and started to answer.

“I am- I- Uhm… Huh...”

Her eyes widened, and it looked like she was searching for something. She gasped for air, then let out a choked short laugh.

“What a great question!” She said.

The girl hid her face behind her hands and started shaking it.

“I think it’s Luna? But…” Still hiding herself, she peeked through her parted fingertips. “Yeah… uhm so… I can’t really remember…anything else?”

“Oh.”

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alright-gay-two · 3 months

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My mom sent me a text with the word "folx" in it and I haven't responded because it's making me want to combust. I cannot think of a polite way to ask her to never send me a gender neutral word with an x thrown in it for no reason ever fucking again because it's making me go feral.

Idk I'm just thinking about when i came out and I didn't want to and everything went to hell and the only thing I asked is that they make an effort to use my pronouns and they said they would try. And then my dad literally never tried (he sent texts to my mom about me that would have they in it like once and she a billion times and my mom would show me and be like see look how HARD he's trying!!!! Like ma'am he's trying to get back on your good side after he fucked up the dogs face and then refused to let you take him to the vet because they would think he's a dog beater ((he was)) so forgive me if I'm not feeling the love for something he's preformatively doing for only you to see) and my mom uses them sometimes and then mostly just says my name a lot and throws a she in there when she's said Katie too much in a sentence. Like you could just use my pronouns like I asked you to when I came out to you 7 years ago instead of sending me words that are already gender neutral but with an x (to be inclusive!!!!! :-) ) so you can feel like you're showing you support me without having to commit to the thing I asked you to do to support me

Anyway its getting me thinking about how I literally never directly tell anyone my pronouns because I don't want to experience being misgendered on purpose and once I break that seal it's like. Cool that you're not putting an effort in. It makes it impossible for me to want to maintain any kind of relationship. But lately there have been people in my life who I'm not expecting to use my pronouns because I've (purposefully) not told them and they've found out through other means and started using them anyway and it feels uh. Really good. Which has me thinking maybe I need to reevaluate my stance on never telling anyone my pronouns directly?? And the more I'm thinking about it the more it's like. Fuck. Did I really let myself get so beaten down by a fear of rejection and disregard for the bare minimum that I've packed it away in a neat little box and tell myself it's fine because no one can hurt me if it's in the box!! :) but at the same time it just feels exhausting to have to bring out my pronouns with every interaction and then hope I don't get hurt. Idk I'm working on uh. Being able to do things that make me uncomfortable with my therapist and like. Trying not to pack everything away as soon as I get nervous that it could potentially hurt me and this feels like something I should be able to advocate for but. It's in the box. The box is safe. I can't be upset with people misgendering me if they don't know they're doing it and everything gets to stay nice and safe and unhurt in the box. Every time I feel my soul shrivel up a bit more I just break it off and put it in the box and it doesn't matter that everyone will always think of me as a girl because the box is redirecting the feeling of rejection that I cannot deal with. The box holds on to all my trust issues and keeps them safe. And this probably has nothing to do with the ongoing issue I have with my parents not using my pronouns after being the only people ive directly told "it is important to me that you put an effort into using my pronouns" and being so shitty when I came out. That one hasn't been able to fit into the box for years now

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americxn · 3 years

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How the Evans act when you’re in a bad mood

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex

TATE LANGDON

- Once he’s certain that he had nothing to do with your bad mood, he kind of just leaves you be, thinking that it would be best to let you simmer for a while before interfering. - When he decides that he’s bored and misses your company, he seeks you out, a bowl of ice cream clutched in his hands as a peace offering, even though he’s not the reason why you’re in a bad mood. - You would take the bowl from his hands with a straight face, immediately shovelling a spoonful into your mouth. - With a sigh, he would say: “You’re a pain in the ass when it comes to trying to cheer you up.” Without even looking at him you would reply with: “I learn from the best.” Your words come out mumbled around a mouthful of ice cream. - Only when half of your bowl is gone do you turn to Tate, thanking him and offering him a spoonful, which he doesn’t dare accept. - And then he takes you to your bedroom, forcing you to change into your comfy clothes, which you begrudgingly do whilst glaring at the wall. - But it’s worth it when Tate opens his arms for you and you almost trip over your own feet in your eagerness to be folded into his warmth. - “Do you wanna actually tell me what’s got you all moody?” He would ask softly. “Nope.” You would say simply, stifling a smile at his overly exaggerated sigh as he fell back onto the bed, taking you with him. - Breathing in the scent of him, your head on his chest, you would finally feel the edges of your frustration wearing off, Tate’s soft breaths ruffling some strands of hair atop you head. - After several minutes of cuddling into your boyfriend in silence, Tate would utter the dreaded question of: “Are you on your (man)period?” Even if you didn’t have periods, this would earn him a playful smack on the arm and a newly-irritated sigh into his chest.

KIT WALKER - Kit didn’t even have to be told that you were in a bad mood, his demeanour changing the second you entered the room he was residing in. - “Are we gonna talk about it or no?” He would say cooly, looking up at you from his spot on the couch as you entered. You would turn your nose up at his offer. “Absolutely not.” You would state, flopping onto his body, Kit grunting, and positioning yourself so that your head was in his lap. “Just hold me.” You would mumble. - Kit would chuckle softly, his hand finding its way into your hair as you sighed and muttered incoherent whispers of anger to yourself, much to Kit’s silent amusement. - Kit would stroke your head in silence, honestly just happy to have you so close to him for so long but eventually you would sit up, the brunt of your mood having dissipated with Kit’s loving touch. - “Better?” He would murmur, making you nod happily. “Good.” Kit would state, shifting his weight so that he could flip you over, settling on top of you as you lay beneath him. - He would then lower his face to yours, his lips attacking your skin incessantly, refusing to let up until he heard you laugh beneath him. (franken)KYLE SPENCER

- Kyle, as a person who often suffered from low moods due to his difficulty in communication, could sense the moment when your mood would shift, immediately coming to your side and blinking at you in concern. - This could be annoying at times. - Sometimes, all you wanted to do was have some time to yourself, and although you loved Kyle to pieces, his constant presence could potentially worsen your mood, or sometimes even catalyse it. - The last time you were in a bad mood, you had directed your anger at Kyle when he began to trail you around the house uncertainly, causing you to raise your voice at him. Of course, you had felt terrible after this, your outburst not only worsening your mood, but sending Kyle into one as well; he hadn’t spoken a word to you until the day after. - So, you had explained to him that sometimes, as much as you loved him, you just wanted your own space. The next time your mood had suddenly dropped, he had approached you slowly, trying to gauge your reaction before either swooping in to make you feel better or leave you alone. - On the occasion that you didn’t want to be in Kyle’s presence, you would simply mutter a “sorry”, grateful when he scampered off and found something to do until you came to him. - But, when Kyle’s comfort was wanted, you would smile softly at him, huffing a defeated laugh when he hurried to you, his embrace strong as he engulfed you in his warmth. - “Sad?” He would question glumly, at your silence giving you the option of “angry?” To which you would nod into his chest. - Kyle’s remedy for anger was baking: he would pile all the ingredients on the counter of your kitchen, silently passing you and bowl and a spoon and watching as you carelessly added the ingredients, stirring them all together angrily, most of the mixture splattering onto yourself and the surface of the counter.

JIMMY DARLING

- Jimmy is the type of person to make fun of you when you’re in a bad mood. It was his attempt of lessening your disposition. - Sometimes this worked, but sometimes it didn’t: Sitting alone under the shelter on the canteen tent, you huffed, frowning at the wood of the table in front of you. “Oof,” an amused shout came from behind you, causing you to turn you head in the direction it had come from. Jimmy swaggered towards you, his hand raised to his brow to block the sun from his eyes as he walked towards the shade of the canopy that you sat under. Scowling, you turned your head away from him, your shoulders curving inwards the hopes that he would get the message and turn around to let you brood. But of course he would do no such thing. “Someone’s in a bad mood.” He would comment, the old wooden bench you sat on wobbling from the force with which he plonked himself down next to you. “No shit.” You muttered, looking straight ahead. “Geez, baby. What’s got you so worked up?” You turned to him with an unpleasant smile, the bite in your voice stark as you replied with “you and your insufferable attitude.” “Ouch.” He said, sounding completely unhurt by your comment. Your jaw worked as you became increasingly irritated by his presence. “Can you just fuck off? I love you and all but you being here is just making me get pissed at you.” He raised an eyebrow, his elbow coming to rest on the surface of the table, his chin falling into his palm in an action that gave you very much “like fuck I’m leaving” vibes. With a groan, you spun around, bringing your legs with you so that could stand from the bench. “Don’t follow me.” You ordered flatly. The bench creaked as he, too, stood, causing you to bristle. “Jimmy, I mean it.” You spun on him, your teeth gritted. He looked utterly unfazed at your tone, a small smirk on his lips. “Make me leave you alone. Go on.” You knew what he was doing. He was trying to provoke you, trying to get you to fight with him so that you could let off some steam. You sighed angrily. “No.” You said, turning and walking away. “Alright. Well I’ll be here when you decide you’re done being an ass.” He shouted after you, the shrug in his voice clear as you walked away, not taking his words to heart, his provoking intentions obvious.

JAMES MARCH

- James would let you brood. He would notice your demeanour instantly, but he wouldn’t comment on it, instead leaving you to it or silently accompanying you in whatever you were doing. - In the off chance that you really didn’t want his company, all you had to do was shoot him a frustrated glance and he would be on his feet and out the door in an instant, only appearing again when you sought him out. - But when you wanted his presence, he would run you a hot bath complete with bubbles and sometimes even rose petals if he was feeling generous. - “Here you are, my darling girl/boy/they” He would say fondly as he lead you by the hand to the bathroom, his heart fluttering at the little smile that his efforts would coax from you. - Once you had submerged yourself into the perfectly warm water with a sigh, he would come to your side, kneeling beside the tub and reaching for the softest sponge you had, quickly rolling up his sleeves before lathering it with a pretty smelling soap. - With your head rested on the side of the bath, he would reach into the water with the sponge, softly running it along your skin and murmuring to you as you became more and more relaxed under his skilled touch. - “So, what is it exactly that has put you in such a mood?” He would venture as your eyes drifted shut. James was such a good listener, and an even better talker, listening intently as you rambled into the stillness of the bathroom, James nodding along and inputting his own agreements or thoughts as you did so. - It was in these moments that your love for James rammed into you with such a force that often you were reduced from a tight ball of irritation to a mess of emotion, your eyes filling with tears as James tended to you. - You would end up gazing at him intently as he spoke to you, his hands moving beneath the water of the bath, the ends of his sleeves getting soaked as he cleaned you. It was so intimate that very often, you couldn’t help but reach with wet hands for the front of his shirt, pulling him to you and landing a kiss to his lips before pulling him harder, your heart pounding as he chuckled breathily against your mouth, his clothes becoming absolutely soaked as he clambered into the hot water with you. - When the two of you eventually emerged from the water, the floor of the bathroom had become so drenched with suds and soap that ever Miss Evers shuddered at the thought of having to clean it.

KAI ANDERSON - Kai would just see you being in a mood as a reason to provoke you even more than he already did. - He loved when you snapped at him, standing up for yourself or throwing an insult at him; for whatever reason, there was something about you having an attitude that just really turned him on. - Strangely, Kai was usually very accommodating when it came to your emotions. If you were happy, he was always there to be happy with you or listen to you when you rambled through your tears or when you were angry, he would find a way to help you channel that feeling and let off your pent up anger. - But when you were in a mood, Kai trailed after you, provoking you just to make you feel that much more frustrated, a feeling of smug accomplishment washing over him when you finally bit back. - Sometimes, very occasionally, Kai’s endless goading sometimes ended with the two of you engaging in very angry, hot as fuck sex, but very often you would simple shove your middle finger in his face and storm out of the house. Taking his car, you would drive around until his petrol light came on before returning home, driving around the neighbourhood a few times for good measure in petty revenge. - The text message that Kai would send you the next day claiming that he almost didn’t make it to the gas station and that when he got home you were as good as dead always made his incessant stirring of your emotions seem worth it.

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dickspeightjrs · 3 years

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New Year’s Eve (au / 1.6k words / parent!destiel)

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Ten years ago, Dean would never have dreamed of being at home on New Year’s Eve. But now? He couldn’t think of anywhere else he’d rather be.

Taking in the sight in front of him, he wouldn’t change a thing.

The TV was playing quietly with the sounds of the DVD menu repeating itself. He could feel the warm weight of a small body relaxed against him.

Looking down he could see the blond wisps of hair on his daughter’s head. The three-year-old had been determined to stay awake until midnight like everyone else but it seemed she’d been defeated by the sleep monster (which surprised absolutely no one).

Dean reached out a careful hand, making sure not to jostle Emma in her slumber, to grab her Frozen blanket from her lap and wrap it around her shoulders.

Another hand reached across to help secure the wrapping. Dean allowed the comforting hand to brush against his and looked up to meet his husband’s eye.

“So much for her wanting to stay awake like a big girl.” Blue eyes lit up with a chuckle.

Dean snorted. “Yeah. Guess she must have crashed out after the second load of candy and Tangled.”

“Though, to be fair,” Castiel said, eying the clock on the wall above the fireplace, “it’s only fifteen minutes until midnight, so she was close.”

“Hm,” Dean agreed. “She’ll have to try for a new record next year.”

Castiel chuckled, a small smile gracing his features. Dean let himself get lost in it for a moment.

He wasn’t usually one to be overly sentimental (he left that to his brother Sammy) but looking at his husband in the dim light of their living room, Dean couldn’t help but be grateful to whoever looked down on them that he got another year with the man.

Dean hadn’t been joking when he thought about how he used to spend his New Years Eve. The Dean before he met Cas was one that he now couldn’t believe ever existed.

His childhood wasn’t the happiest, which resulted in Dean searching for that happiness in other places. As a teenager, and into his twenties, Dean found himself stumbling in and out of bars with an endless stream of black eyes and bed partners.

But then he’d met Cas – who had just graduated from college – and everything changed.

“What are you thinking about?” Castiel asked, softly, bringing Dean back to the moment.

“Just how much I love you.” Dean hummed.

Castiel scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Okay, Mr Sentimental, I think it’s time for bed for you too.”

Dean was ready with a retort about how being a little romantic wasn’t because he was tired, but a yawn fought its way up through his throat instead, rendering his point useless.

Castiel levelled Dean with an arched eyebrow, which Dean knew all too well meant I told you so.

“Okay, fine,” Dean relented. “Let’s head to bed. You tidy up the movie snacks in here and I’ll take Em upstairs. Meet you up there in five?”

His husband nodded in agreement and placed a soft kiss on their daughter’s head as Dean scooped her carefully into his arms – keeping the blanket cocoon firmly in place around her.

Walking through the house to the bottom of the stairs, Dean holds Emma firmly but lovingly in his arms.

She was another addition to his life that he’d never seen coming.

After raising his brother, Dean had sworn off having children of his own. Not that it was Sam’s fault, that kid turned out great, but Dean had had parenthood forced upon him once. There was no way he was going to voluntarily choose it again.

Even his developing relationship with Castiel wasn’t going to change it.

That was until Dean had attended a particularly bad call at work.

He had followed his secret dream of becoming a firefighter once Castiel had managed to needle it out of him (perceptive bastard). To start with, most calls had been pretty average with the occasional major job thrown in.

But this call had been the worst Dean had ever attended.

Some guys had hijacked a lorry and taken it for a joyride, only stopping when they eventually collided with an on-coming car in the other lane.

The sole survivor of the entire wreck was a little baby girl, trapped but ultimately unhurt in the backseat of the car.

It had been Dean’s job to monitor her as the others worked to cut open the car to get to her safely.

In those moments, Dean fell in love with the little girl. Despite the environment surrounding her, she didn’t cry. Instead, she spent the whole time with her tiny fist grasped around Dean’s finger and staring up at him with the biggest blue eyes he’d ever seen – ones that reminded him of Castiel.

Eventually, after safely retrieving her from the wreckage, Dean held her close as he allowed the paramedics check her over. Dean had let out a sigh of relief when they said it didn’t seem that she’d sustained any injuries, but they’d decided to take her to the hospital for a full check up anyway.

Staying with her in the ambulance, Dean kept his firm hold on her as she finally cried from sheer exhaustion. He rocked her gently from side-to-side, cautious that she still hadn’t been given the all-clear.

She soon settled and the paramedic, Jody, who Dean had worked with on a few occasions, made a quip about him being the baby whisperer. Dean just chuckled and looked down at the now sleeping baby and felt himself reconsider his stance on having children of his own.

Upon reaching the hospital, Dean was met by a police officer and some lady who worked for children’s services.

It turned out that the little girl’s parents didn’t have any relatives that were capable of taking her into their care. She was going to be fostered with the intention of being adopted.

Dean’s heart broke for her. He knew what it was like to have a disrupted childhood and he wouldn’t wish that on anyone.

He reluctantly handed her over to the children’s services lady, his finger feeling cold without the warm, tiny touch of the baby’s hand wrapped around it.

That night, Dean recounted the events of the day to Castiel as they lay in bed together. Into the curve of Castiel’s neck, he whispered the thoughts that had been plaguing him since he’d left the hospital. The admittedly absurd idea, hope, that Dean could keep her himself. Dean couldn’t even look his new husband in the eye, knowing how stupid the idea was.

But, as always, Castiel had been the voice of logic and reason and he’d replied in an equally soft whisper that it wasn’t stupid or absurd and you never know if you don’t try.

And so, it began. The long, almost painful, process of bringing her home with them. It had taken a little while for anyone to actually them seriously but soon they knew that Dean would give anything to give the little girl, whose name turned out to be Emma – the most beautiful name Dean was sure he’d ever heard, the childhood and life she deserved. The one that he never got to have.

It was almost Emma’s first birthday by the time Dean carried her into their home for the first time as their daughter. Castiel immediately framing the adoption certificate and displaying it proudly on the mantel.

Fireworks brought Dean out of his wistful musings. Emma stirred a little in his arms and he realised what the fireworks meant; it was midnight! The new year had begun.

Realising there was something he forgot to do, Dean cradled Emma tightly to his chest and turned on his heel to dash away from the stairs and instead towards the kitchen.

Castiel looked up from the dishes he was putting away with a face filled with confusion.

“Dean? Is everything ok-“ Castiel was cut off by Dean’s lips on his.

“I almost missed our New Years’ kiss.” Dean explained as he pulled away.

Castiel let out a breath of laughter. “We’ve been together for six years; I think it’s okay not to have a New Years’ kiss every year.” He said, moving into Dean’s space, encasing Emma between them.

“Nope! Not happening. Sorry, Cas. You’re stuck with giving me a New Years’ kiss every year for the rest of our lives.” Dean laughed, leaning in to give his husband an over-exaggerated kiss on the cheek.

The movement jostled their sleeping daughter and she blinked awake, rubbing at her eyes. She made a disgruntled noise at being woken up from her otherwise perfect sleep.

“Oh, hello there, sleepyhead!” Castiel grinned down at her.

Emma frowned in response. “I didn’t fall asleep! I stayed awake the whole time!”

Dean chuckled, bouncing his pouting daughter in his arms, “Sure kiddo, whatever you say,” he grinned. “But awake or not, you’re definitely going to sleep now. Say goodnight to Daddy.”

“Night, night, Daddy,” Emma yawned as she waved at Castiel.

“Goodnight, Sweet Pea,” Castiel replied, leaning over to give her a kiss on the head again.

Before Castiel could get too far away, Dean swooped in to place another kiss on his lips.

“I’ll meet you in bed.” Dean winked over Emma’s head.

Castiel shook his head affectionately in response.

They both knew that in all reality they’d be asleep before their heads hit the pillow. Leaving the new year to creep in while they are curled up together.

And Dean wouldn’t have it any other way.

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toru-oikawas-milkbread · 3 years

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Pairing: Takahiro Hanamaki x f!reader

Prompt/summary: Heartbreak was never something that you had gone through personally, though seeing your friends going through it showed you how little you desired to experience this part of life. Unfortunately for you, regardless of whether you wanted to fall in love or not, Hanamaki had you wrapped around his finger even though you hadn’t even told him you liked him to begin with. Thinking it was best to freeze him out, you end up with your plan to force yourself to lose feelings for the man blowing up in your face when he shows up at your house randomly after school one day, but what are you supposed to do when your best friend that you had fallen in love with asks you why you’ve been avoiding him?

Word count: 4.1K

Warnings/contents: Mild language, angsty start/middle, fluffy/happy ending

Notes: Don’t mind me writing sad things after getting into a fight with my mom just so I could make myself cry and then coming back to make the ending happy after I get over it so I can experience serotonin again 😌

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It was an accident. Plenty of them were made every single day, and yet you couldn’t say that you had ever made a worse mistake than this one.

It was something that angered you so much deeper than anything else ever had. You were never soft, vulnerable and emotional, catching feelings for the first guy that sent you a dribble of attention. Though you had bad parental issues as well, craving that attention was something you understood, but whereas it made other people want to go to their friends for comfort and honesty, it had made you distant. You comforted yourself and brought yourself the confidence you needed to tell yourself to say “Fuck you” to the boy that was playing with your feelings.

In fact, it had been so long since you caught feelings that you hadn’t been sure it was ever going to happen again.

So why?

What was so special about him? He was supposed to be your best friend— that one and only person that you kept just a little bit closer than arms length, so why the hell did you have to go and fall in love with him like you did?

Truth be told, you didn’t even know how it happened. One minute you were sitting with him during lunch, listening to him tell you a story about something that had happened to him the other day, and the next minute you were forced to see him in such a different light that it was almost blinding.

He wasn’t Takahiro Hanamaki, your trusty best friend since the beginning of high school; instead he was this handsome, funny, smart and yet still so incredibly dumb best friend. That best friend that you had, at some point around, fallen in love with without even realizing it was happening until it was far too late to do anything about it.

Your first instinct when you realized these feelings, unsurprisingly, had been to push him away. If only you could get Makki back to the same place that you kept everyone else at— then everything would be okay. You could get over him, remain distanced, unhurt by a man, and in control of everything in your life.

Because if you didn’t give him the chance to hurt you, he couldn’t, right?

Seeing him looking at other girls couldn’t make your chest tighten if you pushed him away and ignored your feelings. If you focused on school more than seeing him flirting with that damned perfect girl in your class, it couldn’t possibly effect you negatively. That ping of sadness that you felt when you saw him chasing after some pretty girl wouldn’t get to you so badly if you kept him further from your heart— or at least that was what you had been telling yourself.

You had been so sure that distancing yourself from Makki was going to make everything that much better. Did it hurt to suddenly not have the option to text him every single time that something mildly interesting or annoying had happened?

Of course it did, but ultimately this was for the long run. You had to be strong, because ideally this was supposed to bring you comfort and peace one day when you lost feelings for the man, and you no longer felt your heart clench when you saw him with someone you thought was prettier than you.

But did it?

Was it really better to let the one person who had seen you break down and comforted you go?

Was it making you happier to lose the one person that you finally felt safe with?

Was it truly making you happy to avoid the one person you had let get close and see a different side of you than you let everyone else see?

Of course it didn’t, so when you laid in bed at night, unable to sleep and craving to grab your phone to call him like you usually did, you were overcome with a sadness that had brought you to tears. You had thought it was stupid that you were crying in your bedroom at 2 am over a boy that wasn’t even yours— something you’d witnessed your friend doing several times. After seeing her so hurt, you were sure that you never wanted to go through that. You never wanted to be hurt like this, but unfortunately that was life for you. Whether you wanted these things to happen or not, they did— even when you kept yourself distant.

There really was no winning, was there?

It seemed as if heavily avoiding Makki in all areas was truthfully going fine all in all, until today.

You had gotten home from your walk from school alone, going to study in your living room because your parents were gone for the weekend and you had the house to yourself. A good or bad thing that you were going to be alone for so long was to be determined with time. You had a glass of water, pajamas on, and your legs crossed as you sat on the floor. Your books and notebook paper were scattered across the coffee table as you took notes and studied for finals coming up while your show was playing in the background.

Everything was going decent in your little world aside from how much Makki had been on your mind the past few days.

Unfortunately, throwing yourself into schoolwork hadn’t taken your mind off of the boy like you thought it would, but what was that to stop you from continuing to try?

Just as you were starting to really read from your textbook, there was a knock at the door. With a soft frown on your face, you got up and walked over. You pushed yourself up onto the balls of your feet, hands pressed against the door as you looked out through the peephole. Your breath fell short when you saw Makki standing there, hands in his hoodie pockets and his gaze on his feet as he waited for you to answer the door. With a harsh swallow, you unlocked and opened the door, watching the boy look up from his shoes at you.

“Hey,” you started slowly. He nodded, a bit of a hurt expression on his face as he met your eyes.

“Hey.” He said back, a tone softer than he usually spoke in. You chewed on the inside of your cheek as you stole a glance at his empty car that was parked in your driveway and took a step aside.

“Do you want to come in?” You asked, watching his thin eyebrows turn downwards as he frowned.

“Am I allowed to?”

“I asked, didn’t I?” You questioned him, raising an eyebrow at the man who sent you a disapproving look.

“I don’t think that you get to take an attitude with me right now, (y/n).” He said in a stern tone. “What the hell is up with you?” You frowned softly.

“What do you mean?”

“What do I mean?” He took a step inside of the house, but not enough that you could shut it after him. “You’ve been avoiding me and ignoring me for weeks.” He said, crossing his arms. “What the hell is up with that? I gave you space, okay? I thought maybe you were upset, and giving you time would be best, and that you would end up texting me again one night around 2 am, but nothing. It’s been the fucking arctic over here, and I want to know what the hell I did to you.” You fiddled with your fingers, glancing back at your tv show and homework before sighing.

“Makki…” You started softly, looking back at the upset boy and trying to decide how to word this. “I’m sorry— I don’t know what to tell you. You didn’t do anything, I just…” You struggled, chewing on your bottom lip and earning a soft scoff from Makki as he looked at you and took another small step inside of your house— the house that he once had been so close to. He’d spent the night over here many times, pestering you late into the early morning before the two of you had to go to school.

“You just what?” He asked in a softer tone before, frowning deeply, though this time he didn’t look and sound angry. He looked sad, and it wasn’t very often that you had seen Hanamaki sad. “You just decided that you didn’t want to be friends with me anymore and made the decision not to bring me into the loop?”

“Makki—” You shook your head, going to tell him that wasn’t it, but he cut you off quickly.

“No, (y/n)— don’t “Makki” me.” He started sternly. “I know how you are, okay? I’ve watched you keep everyone so far away from you for 4 years, but if I’m being honest, I never really thought that you’d do that to me. I thought we were close friends.”

“We were close friends.” You said softly, watching the frustration and sadness on his face only grow as he shook his head.

“Then why did you leave me like that?” You looked down, not wanting Makki to notice the obvious build up of tears that were welling up in your eyes at the thought of both losing him and telling the truth. “Not to ring my own bell here, but I thought that I mattered more to you than everyone else did. I really thought you wanted me close to you. What, did I overstep a boundary or something— because if I did, wouldn’t it be better to tell me rather than freeze me out like this?”

“You didn’t overstep any boundaries.” You told him, shaking your head softly.

“Then what the hell did I do?” He asked, his voice shamelessly cracking mid-sentence and only making you feel worse. A single tear slid down your cheek as you forced yourself to look at the man that stood in front of you, looking hurt and shocked to see the tears in your eyes.

“You didn’t do anything.” You said, brushing the tear away from your face and sniffling. “I fucking fell in love with you, Makki.” His face seemed to drop as you said that.

“What…?” He asked so softly that he wasn’t sure if you heard it.

“The issue isn’t you overstepping boundaries, the issue is that I let you get too close to me.” You said, involuntarily taking a step backwards as if you were subconsciously telling him that he was still too close to you. “I got too close, too comfortable, and too personal; it all just sort of hit me awhile ago. I didn’t mean to hurt and upset you, I really didn’t, and I just… I thought that if I took myself out of the equation then everything would be fine again.” Makki swallowed hard as he looked at you.

“Don’t tell me that you thought you could just distance yourself for a couple weeks and then come back without these feelings.” He started, clenching his jaw.

“No, but I thought… if I could just keep you a bit further away from me— I wouldn’t get hurt.”

“Are you saying that I’m incapable of loving you?” Makki asked, frowning deeply. “Or is it that I’m not good enough to love you, maybe?”

“That’s not what I’m saying—”

“That’s what it sounded like.”

“Well it wasn’t.” It was quiet between the two of you for a moment, only you looking at the man and him looking back. Makki ran his tongue across his top front teeth, looking down and giving a small huff.

“(y/n), I’m sorry— I didn’t come here to get mad at you.” He started. “I wanted to know why you were ignoring me. Now I know.”

“Makki, I didn’t think that you weren’t good enough,” you started quickly, taking a small step closer to the man. “I didn’t think that I was good enough.” Makki just barely looked at you, waiting for you to continue. “Look at me, Makki— I’m crying because I ignored you for weeks. I didn’t handle this right, and I’m so sorry, but I didn’t know what else to do. I didn’t want to be in love with someone that might not ever love me back.” He clenched his teeth tighter, but he didn’t say anything. “I didn’t want to ruin our friendship over something so stupid. I guess… maybe I did think that it was possible if I stayed away long enough, I might be able to push my feelings back and forget about this, but honestly… it really hasn’t been working out.”

“What, do you like me more now than before?” He asked.

“I don’t know about more, I just know that…” You sighed, taking a soft, shaky breath. “I know how deeply I really cared about you, and I got spooked. I’m sorry that I’m this way, Makki. I really never meant to hurt you. I swear. I didn’t think about what I was doing and how it might be affecting you.” It was quiet again for a minute before Makki met your eyes again.

“You fell in love with me, huh…?” He asked softly; maybe it was the tone of voice he used, or maybe it was the look in his eyes, but there was something in your brain that already knew what he was going to say.

Regardless, you nodded your head and watched your feet.

“Yeah.”

“Look, it’s really flattering and all, but (y/n)… I’m sorry, I don’t… see you that way.” As many times as you repeated it like a mantra in your head— I won’t cry, I won’t cry, I won’t cry, I won’t cry— you couldn’t stop the tears from welling up in your eyes as you nodded and bit down on your tongue in hopes of stopping yourself from crying.

“I know.” You said, hoping that your voice wouldn’t give out on you just this once.

“I’m sorry, (y/n)—”

“Don’t be.” You forced a small smile, looking at Makki. “I can’t make you like me. But don’t worry about me. I’m a big girl.” A soft frown graced Makki’s face as a slow realization clicked in his brain.

“Is this… it?” He asked softly, a look of desperateness on his face as he took a step closer to you. “Are we just… done?” You looked away, watching a car drive through the neighborhood and shrugging.

“I can’t watch you fall in love with someone else, Takahiro. I’m sorry.” Your eyes burned with hot tears that you were trying desperately not to let fall from your eyes. “I just can’t do it. I love you too much, and I don’t want to be hurt like this every time that I see you look at someone else.” You wiped a stray tear away from the corner of your eye and sniffled softly. “I don’t want us to be done, but it just hurts too much.” You said, forcing yourself to look back at his hurt face. “I’m not strong enough to go to your wedding and watch you make some other girl happy the way that I want you to make me happy. I’m sorry.” Makki nodded softly, slowly opening his arms up for you.

“I understand. I’m sorry, (y/n).” Hesitantly, you stepped closer, wrapping your arms around his waist. You shook softly with light sobs in his arms as you thought about how this was the last hug that the two of you were ever going to share, and it made Makki’s chest tighten. Seeing his best friend— a person so strong and he had only seen cry once or twice before— crying like this, especially because it was about him, was painful for him as well. “I’m really, really sorry, (y/n).” He whispered, softly cradling your head in his hand.

“Don’t apologize, Makki.” You pulled away from the hug, refusing to look back at the man again, too afraid that you were going to break down even more than you already were, and rubbing your wet eyes. “Just go home and study or something.” Makki reached out his arm, putting his hand on your shoulder and giving it a soft squeeze before he swallowed hard.

“Bye, (y/n).” You nodded, seeing him start to slowly walk out of your house from the corner of your eye.

“Bye, Makki.” You whispered. He shut the door after himself, but you moved to look out the peephole, watching him walk away for the last time. He turned, looking back at the door for a moment, seeming to hesitate before he softly shook his head and started walking back to his car. Once he got inside the vehicle and you were fully alone, the tears seemed to fall freely from your eyes. You turned, pressing your back to the door, slowly sliding down to the ground and pulling your knees to your chest as you softly sobbed to yourself.

The sound of his car starting and driving away was what you thought to be the last memory of Takahiro Hanamaki in your life, and as pathetic as you felt for crying on the ground by the front door like a lovesick teenager over the man you hadn’t even been romantically with, you couldn’t help it.

This feeling of heartbreak was the worst pain that you’d ever felt, and it wasn’t something you ever wanted to go through again, that was the least that you knew.

As you sobbed, you didn’t think much of the sound of a car driving down the street, but the sound of it shutting off seemed too close.

You didn’t hear the sound of a car door shutting before there was a loud few knocking raps at your door, as the person impatiently hit your door with their knuckles. Wiping your eyes, you stood up, not bothering to look out the peephole again, and stopping shocked when you saw Makki standing there.

“I don’t accept it.” He said, taking a step closer. You followed his movement and stepped back. Makki shut the door after himself, stepping closer and seeming to hunch over as he got closer.

“Don’t accept what?” You asked with a soft frown, trying to stop crying even as another stray tear slid down your cheek.

“You and me not being friends anymore.”

“Makki, I told you— I can’t do it—”

“So don’t watch me fall in love with someone else.” He said, taking a small step closer to you. Even though there was space behind you, you stood still this time, wondering what he was talking about; before you could ask, he spoke again, all the while reaching up and gently brushing a stray tear from your cheek and carefully cupping your face in his hand in a way that broke your heart even more than him telling you that he didn’t feel the same. “Watch me fall in love with you.”

“What?” You asked, wondering what the hell he meant.

“Just because I didn’t like you 5 minutes ago has nothing to do with 5 years from now.” You gave a soft mixture of a scoff and a laugh.

“Makki, you’re insane—”

“I’m insane— whatever, but you know what, I need you in my life, (y/n).” He said, looking down into your eyes with that same look of desperateness. “If all I have to do is fall in love with you to keep you around, consider it done. I got in that car and drove away, and I realized I can’t do it.” He said, tears of his own welling up in his eyes. “I don’t want to do it without you. Life is stupid and hard, and you think I’m just going to let go all of those late nights we spent out when our parents thought we were safe at each others houses? Because I’m supposed to be the dumb one and you’re supposed to be the smart one.”

“I still don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“I can love you, (y/n)—” He started, but you cut him off.

“Makki, I told you— I can’t make you love me!”

“It isn’t making me if I do it voluntarily! You think that you’re not good enough, but that isn’t fucking true, (y/n). I thought you were pretty that first day I talked to you— I still do, but if something could have bloomed then, what’s stopping it from happening now?” He asked genuinely, and while he had a point, you frowned.

“I don’t know, other girls?”

“You don’t understand, (y/n)— there are no other girls. You’re my best friend. I can’t replace you with anyone— not even Matsukawa is a good enough substitute for you.”

“Makki—”

“Would you just let me love you already?” He asked, frowning. “Isn’t that the point of this entire day? You told me you loved me, you said you were worried about me not loving you back, well I can! I can love you back, I’m ready to love you back!” He said it almost desperately, and you weren’t sure if he even knew what he was saying at this point, but before you could give another logical comment, Makki leaned in and kissed you.

A soft sound in shock came from you against his lips, and while both of your lips were wet with salty tears, as Makki leaned into you even more when you didn’t kiss him back, you finally gave in.

Kissing Makki wasn’t the way that you had daydreamed about it while you were trying to get to sleep. There were less tears in your daydreams, and usually the two of you were cloud gazing; he would tell you that he loved you and lean down to press a soft kiss to your lips, or you’d be studying and he would suddenly just look across the table at you and tell you that you were as important to him as he was to you, but the passion that you had always wished would be in his kiss was all there.

You weren’t sure what it was like to kiss someone who didn’t have feelings for you, but you were certain it wasn’t like this. He kissed you for too long, too deeply— there was too much chemistry in this kiss for it to mean nothing.

When Makki finally pulled back, he left your lips slowly, a soft ‘smack’ coming from your lips separating before the two of you were left panting and he pressed his forehead against yours. His other hand ended up in yours, your free hand in his hair while he still held your face. A soft sniffle came from Makki as he leaned back. When you opened your eyes, he was already looking down at you, this look that you hadn’t ever seen from him before in his eyes.

“Now for the love of god, will you let me fucking love you?” You gave an abrupt laugh at his blunt question, and it made the corner of his lips quirk up into a soft smile. You wiped your eyes away even though you weren’t crying anymore, giving a soft nod and meeting his gaze again.

“If that’s what you want, then yes.” Makki smiled, leaning down and closing his eyes again as he pressed his forehead to yours. His hand gave yours a soft squeeze, and he took a soft inhale before he pressed a kiss to your lips.

“I won’t hurt you more than I already have.” He whispered a soft promise. “Do you trust me?” He asked. You hesitated, taking a second to think before you nodded softly and gave his hand a soft squeeze.

“Yes.” He smiled like an idiot, moving to wrap his arms around your waist and burying his face into your shoulder.

“I promise I won’t make you regret it.” You held your lips in a fine line as you ran your fingers through his hair before relaxing into his touch, closing your eyes while you leaned into him.

“I know.”

It was a promise made at the young age of 18, but it was a promise that Makki had kept. Even years later, five to be exact on the date, Makki had brought up the whole ordeal as he always did on your anniversary, kissing your lips and whispering how happy he was that he made that illegal U-turn and came back to your house. You always laughed, gave his shoulder a soft push and told him he could have at least drove safely. As life moved on, only one thing stayed for certain:

Takahiro Hanamaki was someone that you could trust with your heart, and you had never been so happy to have said that you trusted someone before.

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tngrace · 3 years

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Hoodies are for Comfort

Based off the promo for 2.08 & helped along by @moviegeek03 . Girl your support means everything & I hope this fic delivers everything you want

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Carlos was currently holding his boyfriend on the couch with the TV playing quietly in the background. TK was currently wearing his favorite grey hoodie and over top of that was Carlos’s zip-up APD hoodie with sweats and two pairs of socks. TK always insisted he likes Carlos’s hoodies better because they always provided more comfort. So Carlos had done his best to find one that would fit over the one TK was currently wearing, even though his hoodies usually swallowed TK whole. TK also had every blanket from the living room laid over him, and he was still shivering a little. Carlos hated it; he just wanted to warm TK up.

“Hey, you still awake?” he murmurs as he cards a hand through TK’s hair being as careful as possible of the stitches in the back of his head.

"Mmmm," TK hums softly as he leans back on Carlos more.

"Mmm is not good enough," Carlos teases as he kisses the back of TK's neck.

"Babe," TK whines softly as he burrows further in the covers and hoodies.

"I know. I'm sorry. But I can't let you sleep yet. That's what we promised the doctor when he released you. Otherwise you'd still be there."

"I know," TK sighs. "But I just wanna sleep and it's too cold."

Carlos runs a hand to TK's forehead. "You're pretty warm mi amor." Hr reaches for the thermometer on the side table beside him. He holds it to TK's ear and watches the numbers rise filling him with more relief. "You're right below normal," Carlos tells him, showing him the thermometer.

TK nods as he relaxes more into Carlos. "Can probably sleep for a little bit," TK murmurs.

Carlos let's out a soft sigh. "Ok short nap. I'm waking you in an hour," he says as TK gets comfy, being careful of the bruises and stitches. Carlos tucks the blankets around him more, and sets an alarm to wake TK in an hour. He softly keeps his hand moving through TK's hair as TK falls right to sleep.

Carlos softly kisses his head as he thinks back over the most stressful twenty-four hours of his life.

When he'd gotten the call from Owen that the entire paramedic team was not responding and appeared off grid going on an hour and half, he'd felt worried. When he'd broken away from his dad with the excuse of a case even though he'd just clocked out, he thought they'd find them quickly. Only he discovered the empty parking garage, and TK wasn't answering his calls, texts or SOS messages.

They reported it like they were supposed to, Grace having already alerted her supervisors the paramedics weren't responding. His entire precinct was on the case, even some of his off duty friends coming in to help. The 126 team still descended on the parking garage as one unit, but split off into pairs to looks for their missing members not wanting to be left out of the search for their family. Judd declared he was going with Carlos, having taken on the captain role for Owen who was equally distressed he couldn't reach his son. Paul took Owen leaving Marjan and Mateo to team up.

Carlos nods knowing Judd is right, so they stop for coffee and a sandwich. Judd makes the comment trying to fill the silence and distract Carlos about wrapping TK in bubble wrap and never letting him leave the station again, and Carlos can't help but agree. He thought the medic job would be safer and he wouldn't have to worry about grey hair just yet. But TK, as always, is proving him wrong. "Hey, isn't your dad a Ranger?" Judd asks.

After three hours of looking and tracing every step they could think of with no luck, Carlos was at his wits in. Judd was making him take a coffee break, despite his instance to keep going. "Carlos, you're not gonna be any good to him if you don't take a minute for yourself. Believe me I wanna find him just as bad, but he's gonna need you in top shape."

"Yea. Why?" Carlos asks confused at the change in direction of conversation.

"Just thinking he might have some pull somewhere we could use."

Carlos nods as he thinks it over. It doesn't take him long and he's pulling out his phone making the call. He gives his dad the short version and agrees to wait for him at the coffee shop. "He doesn't know about us," Carlos tells Judd quietly not meeting his eyes.

"I know. TK told me. I won't tell your secret Reyes, but I hate to be the one to break it to ya. If your dad is anywhere as smart as I image he is, he's going to figure it out. You're not gonna be able to hide that emotion," Judd says gesturing to his face.

Carlos nods knowing Judd is right. They sit in silence for a few more minutes before he sees his dad's truck pull up behind Judd's. "Could you give me a minute with him? I'll tell him, then we can go."

"Course," Judd nods as he heads out to his truck, nodding at Carlos's dad as he goes. Carlos tells his dad the truth, that one of the missing paramedics is his boyfriend and that he'll explain more on that later, before he tells his dad all the case facts they know. "We'll find him," Gabriel says squeezing Carlos's shoulder. Carlos does his best to hold back the tears, but one does escape.

They leave the little coffee shop in Gabriel's truck as Gabriel makes some calls. As they drive around Carlos explains things to his dad, Judd having decided to follow them so Carlos could speak freely. He hates the pained look on his dad's face when he explains why he lied and how long he and TK had been a couple, but thankfully he doesn't press Carlos for more than he's willing to share just yet.

It takes another 2 hours before TK's phone location comes back on; it takes another 30 minutes for them to get to the location. Carlos and his dad go in guns drawn not waiting for backup having gotten a text Nancy covertly sent from TK's phone because his was the only one not busted. The rest of the 126 arrive not long after them. Tommy and Nancy appear unhurt, but shook up and terrified. When Nancy told Carlos that TK was in the freezer, he panicked. He opened the door and saw TK slumped against the wall passed out with blood on the back of his head. Thankfully he hadn't been in there too long Tommy informed them, but long enough his body temperature had dropped, and he had stopped shaking despite the cold.

Gabriel shooed Carlos into the back of the ambulance with the promise to talk to Andrea for him and to check on them soon. "Thanks Dad" Carlos says trying to hold back his tears as he climbed in the back with his boy. It took several hours in the ER for TK to get stitched up from being pistol whipped Carlos learned, and for his temperature to come up enough for them to be released. He had a concussion, six stitches and several bruises on top of almost severe hypothermia. They're discharged about eight am with strict instructions to take it easy and return if TK's symptoms worsen.

Carlos let's out another soft sigh as he kisses the top of TK's head glad his boy is safe in his arms once more. Today, well yesterday at this point, had been one of the scariest of his life. He didn't know what he'd do if he ever really lost TK. He knows he needs to call his parents too; needs to properly talk to them about the new bomb he just dropped on them, but he can't bring himself to do it just yet. He feels emotionally drained, but he can't sleep either, fearing something will happen to TK while he's asleep.

"You're thinking too much," he hears murmured as TK tries to burrow closer. Even though his temperature is almost back to normal, he can't shake the cold feeling.

"Sorry cariño," Carlos whispers as he adjusts to TK's wiggling. He tucks the blankets around him more, and before he can ask TK if he's ok, there is a knock at his door making him furrow his brow. He silences his alarm to wake TK, even though TK woke on his own, thankfully.

"Who the?" He questions not happy about the interruption.

"Probably dad," TK sighs knowing Owen has asked for hourly updates, which he thought was a little ridiculous. He knows his dad wants to talk about his and his mom's previous behavior, and try to make amends, but TK just isn't ready to deal with his parents’ problems yet.

Carlos rearranges TK on the couch before he goes to open the door. Carlos is extremely shocked when he opens it to see his parents standing there. Gabriel is holding a crock pot that Carlos is almost positive is full by the smell, and Andrea is holding a rather large bag.

"Mamì? Dad?" Carlos greets as he opens the door wider at Andrea's expectant look.

"Carlitos," she smiles patting his cheek as she walks by.

"Don't try and argue with her mijo," Gabriel says heading for the kitchen when he sees the argument forming on the tip of Carlos’s tongue.

"Don't you dare," Andrea says to TK when she sees him trying to sit up and uncover. "I hear you've had a rather rough day TK. So please stay put," she says as Carlos stares on with the most adorably confused face.

She turns to her son next, "Well Carlitos not even a hug again?" She questions with a grin reminding them of the farmer's market day.

"Mamì," he groans but he does hug her. "What are you doing here?" He finally asks.

"Manners mijo! I raised you better than that," she scolds making TK giggle a little as Carlos blushes. He does finally make his way back to the couch to help TK prop up more as Andrea pushes him that way. He sits beside him, TK understanding Carlos is not comfortable with a lap full of boyfriend in front of his parents.

"Your dad explained everything that happened," Andrea starts as Gabriel joins them, and they finally sit across from the boys. "So I made your favorite Chile Verde for you two and brought a surprise," she says with a large grin as she finally digs into the bag she carried in.

"You really didn't have to go through all this trouble mam," TK says as Andrea starts pulling out a gorgeous quilt. He sees Carlos's eyes go wide and is slightly confused.

"Nonsense," Andrea says carrying the quilt over to the couch. “And you don’t have to ‘mam’ me even though it’s sweet,” she grins at him. Carlos still hasn't said anything, and it's really stressing TK out. "Besides I wanted to. Chile Verde is Carlos's favorite soup, and it will warm you right up. This will too," she says tucking the quilt around TK atop his mound of blankets. "This was Carlos's favorite, especially when he was sick. His Abuela made it when Gabriel and I got married. Carlos always told me he wanted it when he was older. His sisters all have one picked out as well, and I figured now would be a good time to give it to him."

"Mamì," Carlos finally chokes out his eyes filled with tears. TK sneaks a hand out from under all the blankets and lays it on Carlos's knee giving it a squeeze.

Andrea moves over and cups Carlos's cheek before kissing his forehead. "Shhh mijo," she whispers as she wipes his tears, hearing everything he can't say just yet. "We love you, and that's all that needs to be said right now," she whispers hearing her husband agree.

Carlos nods and let’s his mama hug him tight. He feels TK squeezing his knee. “Gracìas Mamì,” he murmurs as she moves back to sit by Gabriel.

They stay a little longer, getting to know TK, which helps Carlos keep him awake a while longer. The soup is absolutely delicious, and TK praises Andrea for passing her culinary skills on to Carlos. When they see both boys on the verge of crashing from exhaustion, they decide to head back to the ranch. Andrea makes them promise to come out for Sunday dinner soon as well as call if they were to need anything in the coming days. Carlos promises they will, and promises to have dinner even sooner with just his parents so they can talk like they need to.

Once he sees them out, he helps TK up off the couch to go to bed. TK insists on taking the quilt because it is super warm and will look amazing on their bed. They curl up together, TK finally feeling warm and happy and Carlos feeling exhausted enough to sleep. Things might not always be perfect, but they'll always have each other and their family.

#911 lone star #tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #911 lone star fic #tarlos fic #gthb #good things happen bingo #writers life

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Lady of Azuchi Ch. 6

Chapter 6

It was a rare day where Nobunaga and I could spend the entire day together. I had convinced him we should have a picnic. We were sitting out beside a lake not far from the castle. It was clear and sparkled in the sunlight, very beautiful.

Nobunaga smiled at me as I happily ate on the food Masamune had prepared and packed for us. He really was being true to his word to work on fattening me up. "What?" I asked, my cheeks feeling red by the way he was looking at me.

"I was just thinking about how beautiful you look." He said, leaning over and kissing me on the cheek. He was then placing a gentle and loving hand over the slight swell of my belly.

I smiled and leaned my head on his shoulder. "I don't know about that."

"I do and I only speak the truth." Nobunaga replied, repeating words he'd said to me when I'd first come to Azuchi.

I smiled. "You know...we should start thinking about names." I said, putting my hand over his.

"I have always liked the name Jiro." Nobunaga answered.

"That is a good name...but what if it's a girl?" I asked, a smile on my face.

"I have a strong feeling." Nobunaga replied, a confident smile on his face.

I couldn't help but to laugh. Then a thought occurred to me. He would want a boy...needing a male heir in this time.

"Your laughter stopped...and what is with that frown?"

"It's nothing." I answered.

Nobunaga pulled back and then placed his hand beneath my chin, pulling my gaze to his. He met my eyes for a few moments before speaking, "You know, if the baby is a girl, I will not be disappointed. Yes, I imagine a boy...and a male heir is preferable, but I have always done as I pleased. If we have a daughter, I am sure she will be as fiery and beautiful as her mother and I will dote on her and see that she wants for nothing."

I smiled and felt tears in my eyes at his words. I felt him brushing them away with his calloused fingers.

"And here I thought this news would make you happy and yet you still cry."

"Hey, I cry when I'm happy, too." I replied.

Nobunaga shook his head. "I imagine that is only going to get worse as your pregnancy goes on. I have heard women get even more emotional."

I laughed. "Yeah, in the future we know it's because of all the hormones."

"Whore...moans?" Nobunaga asked. "What does whore moaning have to do with emotions in pregnancy?"

I laughed. "No, hormones...H-O-R-M-O-N-E-S." I responded. "They're a...substance that is produced in the body. Everyone has them, women have different ones from men, and during pregnancy they increase and cause emotions to run high."

"Interesting." Nobunaga replied. "What else do you know of in the future?"

"Many things." I answered. "If we were there, there is technology we could use to actually see the baby inside my belly...and when the time is right, even find out if it's a boy or girl before birth."

"How is that possible?"

"There is this technology we have called ultrasound." I then did my best to explain them and how they worked.

"The future sounds like a fascinating place."

"I suppose it is." I replied.

"You do not miss it? Or wish we were there?" Nobunaga asked me.

"There are some things I miss." I answered. "And while being pregnant is a bit scary in this time...I wouldn't change my mind at all. The future doesn't have you, so I think it's all worth it."

Nobunaga smiled and pulled me close. "Good because I cannot imagine my life without you in it."

Our lips met in a natural kiss. When we broke the kiss Nobunaga gave me a smile and then pulled me into his lap. "Not close enough?" I asked with a smile.

"Never." Nobunaga answered.

I smiled. "Good, because I feel the same way. It's never enough. I love you and I am so happy here with you."

Nobunaga smiled at me and then the next thing I knew, his lips were on my ear. I felt his teeth graze over my lobe and then his tongue went over where his teeth had been.

"Mmnh." I moaned. The next thing I knew, I was lying back on the blanket we'd been sitting on and Nobunaga was over me.

His eyes were warm with passion. "A kiss isn't enough...and when you say those words...when you tell me you love me...I can't help but to want you even more."

I felt my breath catch for a moment and my heartbeat quicken. Nobunaga's hand brushed aside the collar of my kimono and he rained kissed and love bites over my shoulder and collarbone. "No...bu...naga." I moaned. Though I felt my cheeks reddening at the thought of us being out here in the open. At that thought, I tensed slightly.

It didn't escape Nobunaga's notice. "What is wrong?"

"Do you...intend to...take me out here?" I asked, breathless.

He grinned at me. "I don't think I have the restraint to wait until we get back." He answered. He then took my hand and brushed it over the hardness of his desire. "Besides, my desire for you is too great, it cannot wait. Do you fear being caught?"

I felt my cheeks becoming fire red. "I mean..."

"I am your husband." He said, taking my hand and bringing it to his lips. He kissed the palm and then placed little love bites on each of my finger tips, causing my own desire to pool low in me. "There is nothing wrong with us taking our pleasure when and where we please."

Nobunaga was then moving from over me only to lift up the hem of my kimono. His fingers brushed over my thigh before he began kissing my leg. He reached my knee and then nipped at it before taking his tongue and running it from my knee up the inside of my thigh.

"Ah..." I cried out as he got close to that spot where my desire for him was strongest.

It was at that moment we both heard a familiar voice calling out. "Look out!" It was followed by the sound of hoof beats thundering across the ground. I wasn't sure of what happened exactly, but I felt Nobunaga scoop me up into his arms and then he was up and we were jumping out of the way.

I watched as an out of control horse ran through the spot we had just been laying on. Another horse came rushing up and then we were watching as the rider on that horse was stopping the other horse.

As I watched the scene unfold, that was when I realized Asuna had been on the out of control horse and Hideyoshi had been on the one chasing after her. "My apologies, Lord Nobunaga...Ava." Hideyoshi said. "I did not mean to interrupt your day together."

"What is going on Hideyoshi? Asuna were you fleeing from him?" Nobunaga asked.

"No, Hideyoshi was just teaching me how to ride...and as you can see I did not do very well." Asuna replied with a sheepish smile.

"You did pretty well. My first time on a horse I fell off." I said from my place in Nobunaga's arms.

"Are you alright, my lady?" Asuna asked. "I am terribly sorry."

"We didn't know you were out here." Hideyoshi added. "I thought this would be a good place for Asuna's lessons."

"I am fine." I answered. "Thanks to Nobunaga." Though I wasn't completely fine since my sexy Nobunaga time was interrupted.

"We'll clean up this mess, my lord." Hideyoshi said.

Nobunaga nodded. "See that you do." He was then walking with me still in his arms towards Azuchi.

I looked up at him. "Is everything okay?" I asked.

"No." He answered.

"You didn't get hurt, did you?" I asked, instantly concerned.

"Of course not." He answered. "You are unhurt?"

"As I said before I am fine." I answered.

"Good...now we are going back to our room." He then playfully nipped at my ear as he continued to walk.

Oh, you're mad our sexy time was interrupted as well?

Hideyoshi and Asuna...

After finishing cleaning up the trampled picnic, Hideyoshi turned to Asuna. "Do you want to try again?" He asked.

"That was terrifying, but I need to try again. I've got to learn for the trip to the festival." Asuna replied.

"You know...you don't have to learn how to ride. You could always ride with me."

Asuna was openly surprised by his offer. She then smiled. "While that is a kind offer, I need to ride and do this myself."

Hideyoshi saw the determination in Asuna's eyes. Though he was still wary of her, he found her determination admirable. "Alright, then let's try again."

"Alright, by the time we depart for this festival, I expect you to have me an expert horse-woman, Lord Hideyoshi." Asuna said with a smile.

Hideyoshi couldn't help but to notice the way her green eyes sparkled with life and light as she smiled. "Right, I will do my best."

Ava...

The day of our departure for the festival finally arrived. I woke up from a dream that I didn't quite remember, but for some reason it had me in tears. "What is it?" Nobunaga asked me, wiping away my tears.

"I...I don't know." I answered. "I think...it was the dream I had."

"What happened in it?" He asked me.

"I don't really remember." I answered. "All I know is I felt like crying."

Nobunaga pulled me against his chest and held me, stroking my back in soothing circles. "It appears I now have to safeguard your dreams as well." He said, kissing the top of my head.

I felt a smile come to my face at his words. I buried my face in his chest, breathing in the scent of him, letting him fill my senses and chase away the stinging that had lodged itself in my chest.

"Are you sure you'll be alright to go on our trip?"

"Yes, I think it will be good for me." I answered. "It was just a dream."

Nobunaga held me for a few moments more before we finally got up and ate breakfast and then got ready for the day. Everything was packed and ready and soon we were meeting everyone at the gate...and I do mean everyone.

Though Mitsunari, Mitsuhide, and Ieyasu were staying behind to keep an eye on the castle, they had come to see us all off. I smiled when I spotted Asuna. "Do you feel comfortable riding?" I asked her.

She smiled back at me. "Yes, I have improved very much thanks to Lord Hideyoshi's instruction." She answered.

"I am just glad you will be able to be of better assistance." Hideyoshi said.

"I'm just glad you two seem to be getting along better." I said.

"Yes, it will make things easier and more pleasant." Nobunaga agreed.

"I still do not trust her." Hideyoshi insisted. "But your orders on who your midwife is, are final."

"My orders are final, huh?" I asked. I then looked at Nobunaga. "When did that happen?"

"The moment you became my wife." He answered. "Though probably even before then."

"There are perks to being the Lady of Azuchi." Mitsuhide said, a teasing smile on his face. "Though they seem lost on you."

"Oh, will you just stop shut it for once?" I asked, slight irritation in my voice.

"My, my, you are getting even more fiery the further you go into this pregnancy."

"Must be the influence of the baby." Masamune said. "Bet you've got a strong Oda boy in there."

"I bet it's a fiery little girl." Mitsuhide said.

"You wanna make that an official bet? Put your money where your mouth is, Mitsuhide?" Masamune asked.

"Of course." Mitsuhide replied.

"I should have known you guys would do this." I said, shaking my head.

Nobunaga just laughed. "We had better get going. We have a long ride ahead." He was then mounting up on his horse before offering me his hand.

On his part, it was just as effortless as always, though for me, it was a bit more difficult. My baby bump had grown just a bit more over the month, but it wasn't extremely large...it was big enough though to make things somewhat difficult for me. The bump was also more noticeable now.

"Are you alright?" Nobunaga asked me, having noticed that mounting was a bit more difficult for me.

"Yes, just learning how to navigate with my belly growing." I answered.

I felt him wrap an arm around me, keeping me secure. "Make sure you let me know when you are feeling tired and need a break. I will take care of you and keep you safe the entire trip." He said to me.

I smiled and leaned into him. "I know."

"Have a safe trip." Mitsunari said.

"And make sure to have fun." Mitsuhide added. "I've reached out to a couple of inns and a few daimyo to accommodate you along the way."

"Good work Mitsuhide." Nobunaga said.

"Just making sure our princess is comfortable." He replied with a smile, though as usual it looked like he was up to something.

"I would say thank you...but I feel like you're up to something either that or you were somehow insulting me." I replied.

"Insult my Lord's wife? Why never."

I rolled my eyes. "That's what I thought."

"Enough of this." Nobunaga said. "We must be going. See that things do not fall apart while I am gone." He then kicked the horse to go and we were all off.

I felt excitement as we were headed off. It felt so great to be leaving the castle and getting out. We were going at a rather easy pace, which I knew was for me. I took note that even Masamune was going slow. It made my heart happy, but it also made me feel guilty.

It was then that I felt Nobunaga's lips at my ear. "What happened to the woman who liked the slow pace?" He asked, his voice teasing.

"She got used to riding...and even got a good taste for speed on a trip to hot springs once." I answered, grinning. "You know, when we almost went off of a cliff."

Nobunaga smiled at me. "I think you developed a taste for a lot of things."

"You have helped to have a lot of things grow on me." I replied. "You among them."

Nobunaga laughed. "Perhaps after the baby is born, we should go for a ride and another trip to the hot springs."

"Maybe." I agreed. "As long as it goes better than the last trip."

"Oh, it definitely will." Nobunaga agreed. "Perhaps we could even replay our game of Go from that night."

I giggled recalling our bet and the little thrills it gave me. "Why not break out a game tonight?" I asked. "Only this time if I win, I claim a part of you as my territory."

Nobunaga smiled. "Turning my own rules against me...I like it...not that you will win."

"True, I never did win any of our previous games...though now I think you have incentive for going easy on me."

"And what is that?"

"You've never experienced me ruling over you."

"Hmm...that is an intriguing notion." Nobunaga replied. "I will give it thought."

"Speaking of things...you never did punish me for calling you an ogre. And you never did show me what that daimyo gifted you that had something to do with my punishment."

Nobunaga grinned. "I will show you when we return from the festival."

We rode for a while longer, Nobunaga and I chatting and teasing the entire time. Asuna called it that we should take a break for my health. We were near a beautiful lake. I was happy to get up and stretch. That was the moment my stomach let out a loud growl.

"Awe, there's the kitten growling." Masamune said with a laugh.

My cheeks flushed. "If you weren't the one holding the food, I don't think I'd let you get away with that remark."

Masamune laughed and pulled out the food he had packed, handing me the first package before giving the rest to the others. "I think during this pregnancy I'm about to be your favorite person." He said with a wink.

"No, that's still me." Nobunaga interjected, putting an arm around me and pulling me close.

"I don't know...he is the one keeping me fed." I said, unable to help myself in teasing my husband.

Nobunaga eyed me. "You dare say that now? You are quite brave."

I grinned. "Well, I do know your weakness." I replied, looking pointedly at his neck and ears.

"You wouldn't dare." Nobunaga said, eyeing me.

"You never know. I might issue a surprise attack." I replied.

"Are they always like this?" Asuna asked, as Nobunaga and I were lost in our little game of back and forth.

"Pretty much, yes." Masamune replied. "Though in the beginning the lass tried to run from Lord Nobunaga."

"When Lord Nobunaga sets his mind to something, there's not much that can stop him." Hideyoshi said.

My stomach growled again. "Okay, I think I really need to eat." I said pulling out of Nobunaga's arms and going to sit down and digging into the delicious treats Masamune had made. "Also, can you guys not talk about us like we're some source of entertainment?"

"Then maybe you two shouldn't be so entertaining." Masamune replied with a cheeky smile.

Nobunaga sat down beside me and wrapped an arm around me. "Do not let them bother you, though your embarrassment is quite adorable. I love seeing your cheeks redden." He then kissed each of my cheeks, as if to make a point.

I smiled. Despite my bashfulness, I was actually quite happy.

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Post-canon wangxian arranged marriage au: I just wanna see one or the other of them sip a lil vinegar. Although it would be most satisfying if it were WWX, who makes a deliberate show of being Hanguang-Jun's husband and then maybe has a little bit of a 'wtf was I doing' moment later when the self-awareness sets in.

(brief author’s note: please reblog, since that’s how we get prompts for future ficlets!)

Wei Wuxian is not jealous.

Being jealous of the pretty, doe-eyed girl from Zhoushang Zhang flirting with Lan Zhan would make no sense, since as Lan Zhan’s best friend, Wei Wuxian ought to be delighted by the prospect of his zhiji falling in love with an eligible maiden.

The fact that the aforementioned zhiji is his husband does not matter at all.

They are friends first and foremost, and two men, besides; and Wei Wuxian has always known that an honorable marriage between cultivators was for lasting companionship and love, begetting and bearing children, and dual cultivation to improve the strength and stability of the couple’s spiritual energy. The marriage between him and Lan Zhan is nothing but a marriage of convenience, one doomed to remain barren forever, and Wei Wuxian can’t cultivate, either--so how could he be jealous, when every word Zhang-xiaojie says to Lan Zhan is a step closer to his husband’s eternal bliss?

Wei Wuxian can’t be jealous, of course. And he isn’t, not in the slightest, which was why he took Xiao-Yu and withdrew into the nearest corner when Zhang-zongzhu’s daughters trapped Lan Zhan in their midst and started flirting with him. Remaining close by would only make the lady guests believe that Lan Zhan is happily married: which he is, for the moment, but only because he doesn’t know any better.

I’m happily married, though, something small and hurt seems to whisper in the back of Wei Wuxian’s mind, as he and A-Yu make a hasty escape from the gaudy feasting hall and begin looking for somewhere quiet to sit. I’m happy, being married to Lan Zhan.

Happy in a marriage Lan Zhan was forced to accept for the crime of being your sworn zhiji? Just because he calls you “niang zi,” and kisses you whenever you try to resist him? You’re pathetic.

He wants to call me his niang zi, the voice echoes back, so wistfully that Wei Wuxian’s heart nearly breaks in half on the spot. Lan Zhan, my husband, I--

“A-Niang!” Xiao-Yu cries, jerking him out of his one-sided conversation as the two of them go crashing to the floor--because Wei Wuxian, distracted by the mere thought of Lan Zhan calling him his wife, missed the single step between the feasting hall and the adjoining resting chamber and fell over it with A-Yu in his arms.

“Ouch,” he hisses, after looking over Xiao-Yu’s fluffy head to make sure his son was unhurt. Xiao-Yu is still whimpering into his sleeve, clinging to Wei Wuxian like a baby monkey as Wei Wuxian reaches down to inspect his own black-clad ankle--an ankle that proves to be badly sprained, already red and hot to the touch by the time Wei Wuxian manages to yank his boots and stockings off.

Xiao-Yu takes one look at the ankle and cries harder than ever. “Hurt, A-Niang? Hurt?”

“No, sweetheart,” Wei Wuxian soothes him, unwrapping one of the lengths of black cloth around his wrist to serve as a makeshift bandage. “A-Niang is all right, Yu’er. Don’t cry!”

“A-Niang is hurt!” the baby wails, scrambling to his feet. “A-Yu will help!”

And then, before Wei Wuxian can even reach out to grab him, A-Yu toddles away to the feasting hall as fast as his two-year-old legs can carry him, vanishing from sight around the corner and--

“A-Die!” he hears Xiao-Yu wail, as the chatter in the next room fades into deathly silence instead. “A-Die, A-Niang is hurt!”

And then--

And then Wei Wuxian can see nothing but a cloud of white silk, and smell nothing but sandalwood, and feel nothing but his husband’s heart beating twice as fast as usual as he carries Wei Wuxian and Xiao-Yu away towards their guest quarters, summoning two servants to bring hot water and calling over his shoulder for a healer before Wei Wuxian has the time to comprehend what just happened.

“Ah, Lan Zhan, you...you should stay in the banquet hall,” he offers feebly, trying not to melt in his husband’s arms when Lan Zhan kicks the door to their bedroom open and lays him down on a lounging chair. “It’s only a sprain, and I can look after myself! Wen Qing taught me how to bandage sprains when we were at the Burial Mounds, so I’ll be fine.”

“You will tend nothing yourself,” Lan Zhan says sternly. “I am your husband. It is my--”

“--Lan Zhan, you do so much out of duty because we’re married, so save this one some face and--”

“Wei Ying. It is my privilege.”

The fight goes out of Wei Wuxian’s body in one long, astonished gasp, followed by a dying sort of moan as Lan Zhan bows his head and kisses the hurt ankle thrice in a row, pressing spiritual energy into the joint with his lips to lessen the pain a little. “Lan Zhan!”

“We are married,” his husband insists. “Wei Ying, does this displease you?”

“D-does what displease me?”

“This. My kisses, my touch. My presence in your bed at night. My affection for you.”

“No--no, Lan Zhan, how could you even think such a thing? Anyone would be lucky to have you spare them a glance, let alone--let alone all that you do for me, I--”

“I am your husband,” Lan Zhan says again. “It is right and proper and good for me to do all these things.”

“But...but, we’re not really...”

“Niang zi,” his husband interrupts, “my sweet Wei Ying, my zhiji--listen to this xiang-gong, and let him tend you.”

And really, what was Wei Wuxian supposed to do after that?

Refuse?

Never.

#wangxian #the untamed #mo dao zu shi #wangxian arranged marriage au #renouncement verse #my fic

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laurenwritesfics · 3 years

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Apologies for the month-long wait! It's finally time for the next chapter!

Read the previous chapter HERE. Read the full series on AO3.

CHAPTER FOUR: FOUND

Frank’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. He let out a long huff before slapping the dashboard, his eyes coming back into focus, the sight of the car hood crumpled against a guard rail jolting him into sobriety. Turning his head, he followed the tire marks to the center of the road, where the other car had swerved. He had just enough room to squeeze himself out the door, after which he attempted to get the other driver’s attention with a concerned wave. No response.

Walking forward, squinting in the glare of the headlights, the tightness in his chest subsided when he saw the woman behind the wheel, unhurt and breathing heavily. She was clearly just as shaken up as he was. With a light tap of a knuckle against the glass, he encouraged her to open the window. Their eyes met. There was no anger in them, only the softness that comes before an apology. Frank beat her to the punch.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” He scratched the back of his neck nervously.

“I’m fine. I’m sorry too, I should’ve noticed you sooner.”

“You had your lights on. I didn’t. It’s my fault. Do you want me to call an ambulance? I wanna do something.” There was a hint of panic in his tone.

“It’s fine, really. I appreciate it, though.” She gave him a small smile and Frank stepped back as she got out the car.

“At the very least I should give you my details, y’know, for insurance purposes.” He fumbled in his pockets for a non-existent pen. Then he pulled out his phone.

“No problem.” The woman unlocked her phone, pulling up her contacts. “My house isn’t too far from here so I guess it could have been worse, right? We’re not stranded out in the middle of nowhere.”

“I guess you’re right,” Frank shook his head lightly in agreement “so what name am I putting in here?”

“Lucy Montgomery.”

Frank tapped out her name and then shook her hand. “Frank Adler. If you need someone to look at the car, I’m actually a mechanic – I could save you a couple hundred bucks.”

Lucy tilted her head skeptically. “If I had a couple hundred bucks for every time a guy said something like that…”

“It’s true, I swear. Look,” Frank scrolled through pictures of his workshop until he reached a picture of the Celestia “this is what I’m currently working on.”

Lucy crossed her arms and scrunched her lips. “Okay, I’ll admit that’s kinda impressive. Do you do this all by yourself?”

“Yeah. This one’s for a dentist in Coral Gables, so if you don’t want me to fix up your car I’ll happily pay for everything.” He was half-joking.

“Nice to see chivalry isn’t dead.” Lucy quipped. “So how come you were out here in the dark anyway?”

Frank was leaning against the roof of Lucy’s car, one hand on his hip. “My niece’s cat went missing. Then she did too. I’ve been out looking for both of them all day.”

“Oh shit, I’m sorry. Kids are impulsive like that aren’t they?”

“You got that right. Mary’s obsessed with Fred. He’s the only friend she’s got.”

“Anything I can do to help?”

“I don’t wanna put this on you-“ he started, but Lucy cut in.

“No, you offered to help me, so I’m doing the same. Do you have a picture of her?”

Frank nodded, tilting the phone towards Lucy. “She’s a real smart kid. I don’t think she’s lost, just angry.”

“I get that. I’ll keep a lookout and let you know if I see anything.”

“Thanks.” Frank pushed off the side of the car and moved around to the hood. “Y’know I could look at this right now. Probably get you back on the road before FDOT. And I’m offering friends discount…” he wiggled his eyebrows playfully.

“What is that exactly?”

“Usually half off. But for you, no charge. This time anyway.”

“This time? Are you planning on crashing into me again?”

“Not at all. I just mean I can do a better job for less, if you want me to.”

“Huh,” Lucy clicked her tongue “well if you say we’re friends, then I can’t pass it up.”

“For insurance purposes, obviously.”

“Obviously.”

They grinned at each other, then Frank popped the hood and began his inspection.

“You got somebody you can call at home? Just in case I’ve gotta take this into the shop.”

“I’ll figure it out. It looks like you know what you’re doing, so I’m not worried about that right now.”

“So you trust a stranger?” Frank feigned shock.

“I thought we were friends? Friends trust each other.”

“Good to hear.” He paced along the side and crouched to inspect a dent near one of the tail lights. “Looks like we caught each other at the back here. I can bang that right out. No problem. What d’ya say? It’s the least I can do.”

Lucy’s eyes darted from the road to Frank. “The Road Ranger’s here. I think he’s gonna want to take care of it.”

Unbeknownst to Frank, Lucy had called roadside assistance the moment the accident had happened. They rolled up alongside a police cruiser, and both the Road Ranger and an officer walked over. They stopped at Frank’s car first. Frank got up and headed over, ready to negotiate. But there are only so many times the line ‘it’s okay, I’m a mechanic’ can get you out of trouble. Of the two of them, Frank’s car was the only one that wasn’t fit for the road. He was the one who had to find another way home.

As his car was getting inspected, he dialed, first tapping out a text to a friend who took no time at all to offer to take care of Frank’s car. For now, there was no more he could do.

“Hey Roberta, got into a bit of trouble. Can you come pick me up?”

Roberta didn’t ask what kind of trouble he meant. She agreed right away.

Perched on the guard rail, Frank tossed his phone back and forth in his hands as he waited. He cast a glance over at Lucy, who was giving a statement about the accident. It surprised Frank how quickly she walked away. He hoped she hadn’t decided to take the blame.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna ride with us?”

“Us?” Lucy’s eyes narrowed curiously.

“My neighbor Roberta. She looks after Mary a lot. She’s great. I don’t know what I’d do without her sometimes.”

“That’s so nice, I’m glad there’s someone you can call on for support. It must be tough being just the two of you.”

Frank sighed. “It can be. But Mary’s like a little old woman in a kid’s body. She’s so wise, resilient, Diane did a great job bringing her up.” There was a tinge of melancholy in his voice.

Lucy sat beside him. “Diane?” She attempted to meet his gaze. “Oh, God, I shouldn’t-” she stuttered “if I’ve overstepped….you don’t have to talk about it.”

Frank shook his head. “No, it’s okay. Diane was my sister. She died.” This was all he could bring himself to say. Lucy wasn’t prying, but the wound left by Frank’s grief was still too fresh, and a sharp pang of sadness shot through him at the thought of exposing it. He slipped his phone back into his pocket and wrung his hands together, head bowed a little.

“I’m so sorry. Mary sounds like a wonderful little girl, so I imagine Diane was just as wonderful.” Lucy laid a hand on Frank’s shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“She was.”

Their eyes finally met. They sat in comfortable silence for a few long minutes before the glare of headlights grew brighter. Roberta pulled up and Frank stood, eyes flitting over to the Road Ranger.

“I guess this is you?” Lucy gestured to the car and then shoved her hands in her pockets as the evening breeze tickled her exposed skin.

“Last chance if you want a ride.”

She hesitated for a moment and then turned on her heels. “Let me go talk to the Road Ranger. I’ll be back in a minute.”

Roberta’s window slid down. “I went out for a drive to the beach and found a pearl…” Roberta pointed to the back seat.

Frank leaned in and saw Mary, slumped and frowning. He pushed back, laid his head on the cool window frame and muttered “Thank fuck.”

For once, Mary didn’t chastise Frank and demand a dollar. She sat up straight, gripping the top of Roberta’s seat as Lucy approached the car.

Frank opened the passenger door, stretching across to open the other for Lucy.

“This had better be a real good story, kiddo.”

“I don’t wanna talk about it anymore.” Mary stared absently through the window at the trees that billowed softly in the wind. “Can we just go home?”

“We sure can. We just have to drop this lady home first.” Frank adjusted the overhead mirror to give Lucy a reassuring smile. She smiled back and adjusted her seat belt.

Mary scanned her face. “Did you hit Uncle Frank’s car or did he hit you?”

Roberta stifled a laugh.

“Neither. We both swerved. Unfortunately Frank was the one who took a hit, but we’re fine.”

Roberta pressed her lips into a concerned line. “I think you should both get checked out at the hospital. Don’t wanna take any chances.”

“If anything changes, I’ll go there tomorrow.” Frank patted Roberta’s hand. “Don’t worry about it.”

“I’m not hurt, just a little shaken up. I’ll be fine after I’ve rested.” Lucy reassured her.

“If you’re sure…” Roberta gave them both a stern look. She was acting like a mother again. “Where am I taking you?”

“I live over on Jackson. It’s not too far, just past the library.”

“Uh-oh, she said library.” Roberta quipped, noticing the way Mary perked up a little. “This one loves books.”

“Y’know,” Lucy looked across at Mary “I work at the library, so if you wanna stop by sometime I can recommend some really cool books.” She caught Frank’s eye in the mirror. “We have a kids group every Saturday.”

Mary winced at the word. “I’m not a kid. I’m just me.”

“Hey, watch your tone,” Roberta admonished “this lady’s being nice.”

“Sorry.” Mary mumbled.

“It’s okay.” Lucy twisted slightly to face her. “I get it, I’m a stranger, it’s weird. You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.”

“It’s a nice thought, so thank you.” Frank reached over to tap Mary’s leg. “Mary, what do you say?”

“Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome. And it’s nice to meet the girl I’ve heard so much about.”

Mary cocked her head. “Really?”

“Yeah, Frank told me all about how awesome you are – and brave – you must really love your cat to go out looking for him for days on end like that.”

“Uncle Frank told you about Fred?”

“He did. Wanna tell me a little more about him?”

“He only has one eye and he’s my best friend.” Mary said matter-of-factly. Frank coughed loudly. “Okay, Roberta and Uncle Frank are pretty cool too I guess.”

“Seems like it.” Lucy chuckled. The library passed them by and Lucy directed Roberta down Jackson Road. “Alrighty, this is me. Thank you so much for doing this.”

“No problem.” Frank and Roberta said in unison.

“It was nice meeting you, Mary. And you too, Roberta.” She got out and proffered a hand. “If I need any help with the car I’ll be sure to give you a call.”

With a brief handshake and a bright wave, the hectic night was finally over.

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Buck had overslept. Slept straight through his alarms, only to wake up 13 minutes before he needed to be leaving for work. Second time this week and, to matters worse, every single one of his LAFD shirts was balled up in the corner of his room. After pulling on the bottom half of his uniform, he sniffed the balled-up shirts. Rank, rancid, double rank, gag-inducing. The thought of wearing a disgusting smelling shirt made Buck's skin crawl, so he threw on a plain black shirt and hoped for the best. Hopefully, Bobby wouldn't see him before he could pull on an actual LAFD shirt straight from the dryer.

Buck pulled into the station's parking lot 11 and a half minutes later. He wiped a sheen off his temple and hoped Bobby wouldn't notice the stark lack of logo. He made a beeline for the dryer and grabbed one of the shirts from the pile in the basket. He hastily put on the first shirt that smelled like detergent, shoving his black shirt into his bag. Crisis averted.

Upstairs, Eddie, Bobby, Hen, and Chimney were deep in conversation about the "curse" a few days ago. "At least it's not like last time." Hen was saying. "Live power pole on one truck and the other one stolen."

"That was not the fault of the "curse", just an unlucky coincidence. The q word can't jinx you, it's just a word." Eddie shook his head, shoveling hot sauce covered scrambled eggs into his mouth. Chimney and Hen shared a look that said, 'He can not be serious.'

"Mhm. Just a coincidence." Buck raised his eyebrows, bringing the attention of his colleagues to him at the top of the stairs. "You wouldn't be saying that because the curse gave you a reason to ask out Christopher's English teacher or anything, right?" Eddie was smart enough to have his mouth full by the time Buck finished, as to avoid Hen's questioning eyes, Bobby's subtle brow raise, or Chimney's blunt questions.

"Is that why you said you had other plans?" Chimney almost threw his fork on the table in mock outrage. Hen rolled her eyes at Chimney's outburst. Bobby just went back to his eggs. Eddie just nodded and finished off his eggs, wiping the excess hot sauce off his plate with his last forkful.

"Good for you, man. We did save a life, you missed out." Chimney continued, trailing off as Buck moved to get a serving of eggs. No hot sauce, extra salt, extra pepper, extra garlic powder. And cheese. Lots of cheese. By the time Buck turned around, the entire table was staring at him. Their eyes moved from Buck to each other, having an unspoken conversation.

"What?" Buck quirked an eyebrow at their expressions. Bobby had his usual glint in his eyes, Chimney looked like he was about to explode, and Hen looked completely normal. Eddie, on the other hand, was staring a hole into his empty plate. The top of his cheeks were turning crimson, but no one was looking at him.

"Nothing. Eat your eggs." Hen shook her head and changed the subject. She'd seen the looks Buck and Eddie had shared, which were too intimate to be between two people who were "just friends". Also, Buck had a habit of watching Eddie's ass as he walked by him. So did Eddie. 'Watching his back' was their excuse.

“5 vehicle accident on South Seneca.” The words echoed over the intercom and every member of the 118 ran for the trucks. The day so far hadn’t been very eventful, and everyone was a little antsy. Squirrely, to be more honest. Eddie squirmed in his seat uneasily and Chim looked like he’d swallowed a lemon. Hen kept giving him knowing and pointed glances. Buck, on the other hand, was raring to go and about catapulted out of the truck as soon as it pulled to a stop.

The scene was messy with news vans, reporters and civilians surrounding the wreckage. The wind wasn’t helping, biting everyone deep. You’d think people wouldn’t be watching a car accident with that kind of weather. Luckily the police were already backing people away, and the 118 and the 223 could get to work extricating people.

In the middle, one car was essentially crushed from 2 sides after running a red light straight into the path of the three oncoming cars, hitting another on its way to a stop. Two of the cars were crumpled like sheets of paper, another was heavily dented by the force of getting t boned. The fourth car was barely scratched, with all the damage of a fender bender. The fifth car in the middle was smashed in both directions, with the passengers side door hit head on and the back seat drivers side in the same condition. The hood was rippled and smoking fervently. It looked awful, but it would still be flooding television stations on the 6 o clock news.

“Buck, Chim, we’ll check on the far side. Hen and Eddie, ditto.” The 118 moved quickly to the far side and immediately everything else was forgotten.

“LAFD, you were in an accident. Are you in any pain?” Buck and Eddie repeated each other, receiving vastly different answers.

“My daughters are in the backseat, Sophie who’s 2 and Marisella who’s just a baby. I’m fine. Check on them.” Said Buck, Chim and Bobby’s driver.

A baby wailed in the backseat, and the other girl, a toddler, was silently staring at these strange men. Buck raced around to the passengers side door, struggling futilely with the handle.

“It’s automatic.” The driver winced, springing Chimney into action to pry off part of the door. The door slid open on the other side and Buck immediately reached in and unbuckled the toddler from her seat. She seemed relatively unhurt, save a few bruises. Buck handed her off to Bobby and crawled to the other side for the baby, wailing profusely. He unbuckled her with the grace of an uncle who had been practicing and carried her against his chest, attempting to protect her from the wind, which was only getting colder.

Chimney was not having as good of luck extricating the father. The seatbelt was cutting a deep scar in his thigh and every time any thing would move blood would trickle out from around the polyester. Chimney very carefully slid a square of gauze under the belt and simultaneously cut the belt from causing more damage. Blood quickly soaked the gauze and Chimney maneuvered another piece to soak up the blood. “Hold this, sir, please. I’m going to place a tourniquet above your hands and you should stop bleeding.”

The fathers face was turning staunch white, and Chimney but his tongue. He’d have to work fast. And he did. 5 minutes later, the father was out on a stretcher.

In the next car, Eddie and Hen were dealing with an irate woman, who kept exclaiming she would be sueing. The driver, the state of California, LA first responders, God knows who else. She seemed unhurt, but was stuck on both sides. Her drivers side door was stuck, though not intruding on her seat. The rear passengers side door was the most realistic plan to get her out. Eddie climbed through that door and Hen attempted to coax her to follow him from her place just behind the drivers door.

“Why can’t you just remove my door?” She protested and both Eddie and Hen had to force themselves not to roll their eyes or snipe back with a comment.

“Even if we did, ma’am, there is still another car blocking us from getting you out.” Hen replied calmly.

“Tow it.”

“We cannot do that until everyone is cleared from the accident scene, ma’am.” Eddie said. “ please just come this way.” He offered his hand. She only relented after a sigh so loud it seemed painful and crawled her way out the door. Not even her blouse had a stain on it.

After she was escorted to the hospital in 331’s ambulance, hen and Eddie shared a look that simply said “some people.”

“I wonder if she’ll sue.” Eddie wondered when the 118 was headed back from the scene to the station.

“I doubt it.” Bobby said somberly. His voice changed slightly for his next statement. “ everyone is stable and south Seneca is open for traffic.”

—

“The 6 car accident on South Seneca that occurred at 4:37 pm involved 0 fatalities and no critical injuries. South Seneca was reopened for full traffic at 6:59 pm.” Pictures cycled the screen, of the cars, the 118s ladder and various other ambulances. Then there was Buck carrying the baby Marisella. The top of his turnout was peeking over his shoulder, protecting the child from the bitter wind. But the most interesting part of the picture was the name plastered on his back.

Diaz.

“Good job, Diaz.” Chimney clapped his hand on A bewildered Bucks shoulder. Both Buck and Eddie were turning red starting from the tips of their ears, and neither of them would live it down.

—

“Were you attempting to grab my shirt or was it just a lucky grab?” Eddie leaned against the door frame at the end of shift and stared at Buck who was pulling on a hoodie.

“In your dreams, Diaz.” Buck rolled his eyes and smiled into the locker, which was not unbeknownst to Eddie.

“Just in yours. Diaz.”

“Don’t tempt me.” Buck turned to see Eddie giving him a smirk. Oh what he wouldn’t give to wipe that smirk off his face.

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