#fic: the waiting room

[hebuiltfive]

The Waiting Room

Buddy and Ellie fall sick, leaving Gordon dealing with a very nervous Alan in the veterinarian waiting room.

Words: 1,237

Rating: Gen. Audiences.

Tags: Comfort, alan's having a bad night, Mentions of Anxiety

Notes: My cat had to go in for an operation today and I've been a nervous wreck, so I wrote out my feelings via Alan (sorry Al).

I'm in no way an expert of reptiles. Any and all information is garnered from a quick Google search, so if there are mistakes, that's why.

Read it below or on AO3 here.

He'd never seen the kid pace so much, and this was Alan be was talking about. Alan, the little ball of anxiety who was always animated with some kind of energy, nervous or otherwise. It was almost disconcerting to watch.

Gordon sighed. “Al. Come and sit." 

"Can't." His little brother replied, nails now being bitten between nervously chattering teeth. 

Thankfully they were the only ones currently in the waiting room. Having to fly over at one in the morning certainly had Virgil grumbling at the controls, but it did give them the privacy to panic in peace, at least. 

"You'll wear a hole in their linoleum if you don’t." Gordon patted the plastic seat beside him. "Sit." 

At first, he thought Alan hadn't been listening, too wrapped up in his thoughts to pay heed to what Gordon was saying, but eventually his brother ceased his anxious pacing and took the seat offered. 

His nails had been given a reprieve from being chewed too, much to Gordon's relief, instead replaced with a bouncing leg. Clearly that excess energy was still in need of shaking out. 

"They're going to be fine." Gordon reassured him, placing a comforting hand on Alan's shoulder. 

Alan didn't say anything, he just continued to stare at one specific stain on the floor. 

"These guys are the best in the country.” Gordon continued. “They’re in good hands." 

"This is all my fault." 

And there was the confession, incorrect as it may have been, that Gordon had been waiting for.  His little brother had it in his head that he must be to blame for Buddy and Ellie’s affliction.

G ently, Gordon shook his head. "No." 

"Yes! I should have been watching them more carefully. I should have taken notice. I mean, how do you not notice them turning yellow?” 

"Alan, you're with them whenever you can be. You never take your eyes off them when you're home." 

"That's not true." 

… Gordon paused because o kay, maybe that was a little exaggeration, but he wasn't going to play into that right there and then. "Allie, listen to me. It isn't your fault." 

"Yes, it is!" 

"You didn't make them sick." 

"Oh, my God! What if I did? What if I brought something home with me after a rescue? What if I infected them with something?”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know!”

“Exactly, Al, because that’s probably not what happened. Living creatures get sick all the time, it's just a sucky part of living."

Alan's head dropped, his chin resting against his collarbone. "What if I've killed them because I wasn't diligent enough?" 

"They're not dead!” 

"Yeah, not yet. What if Virgil walks out of that room without them? What if they died on the table? What if the vet had to ‘put them down'? Gordo, I won’t be able to live with myself if i killed them." 

“Alan, dude! Slow down, alright? I am ninety nine percent sure you’ve not killed them."

“That’s not one hundred percent sure.”

“That’s because not everything in life is a guarantee.”

The Tracy family were no stranger to that line, and whilst it hurt Gordon to be so blunt and to the point, he knew Alan needed to hear it.

The fact that his brother had jumped to that conclusion so quickly, however, hadn’t escaped Gordon’s notice.

"Alan, look at me. Buddy and Ellie are going to be fine." 

Simply b ecause they had to be.

Whilst Alan had taken more of a liking to the dragons, they had been Gordon's gift from two of his heroes. At first, Gordon had been keen on sending the dragons to a sanctuary in Australia because reptiles were very much not his thing. Being chased through wild jungles with overgrown cousins had made cemented that fear he had of reptiles, but after seeing his little brother so enamoured by them his viewpoint over whether they should keep the dragons quickly changed.

After all, this was Alan who had been pestering Scott for years about getting a fluffy dog to cuddle and play with. Bearded dragons weren't exactly in the same ballpark, so if Alan wanted to keep them, Alan could keep them. Scott didn’t seem to have a problem with it, after all they took less space than a dog would have done, and Gordon didn’t have to worry about finding them new homes.

So, no. Whatever Alan believed to be the worst just wasn't going to be an possibility. They were International Rescue. They saved people all the time. Two little dragons should be no problem. 

The minutes passed and began to feel like hours, slowly ticking by. Alan shuffled on his seat to rest his head against Gordon's shoulder, and Gordon instinctively wrapped his arm around his little brother as both a comfort to Alan and to himself. 

Virgil finally reappeared after what felt like an eternity. He held the little carrier in one hand, closing the door to the examination room gently behind him. 

Alan jumped to his feet, that nervous bouncing remaining as he hopped from one foot to the other. Gordon stood to join him, his arm still draped over his little brother's shoulder. 

"Well?" Alan asked as Virgil approached them. He crouched a little to see into the cage, to make sure that his beloved dragons were still in there, breathing and alive. “What happened?”

"They're going to be fine." Virgil declared, giving Gordon a small nod when he met his eye.  

It didn't surprise the aquanaut that their older brother been worried about Alan too. The kid had been fit to bursting when he stormed Gordon's room not two hours before, almost in tears because something was wrong with Buddy and Ellie. He'd had to whole household worried. 

"What is it? Is it normal? Will they heal?"

"It's called Yellow Fungus. Yes, it is common. Yes, they will heal. We caught it fast enough so the veterinarian is confident that with the right course of treatment, Buddy and Ellie will be as good as new soon." 

"See, Al?" Gordon began, bumping his shoulder with his little brother's as Alan went to relieve Virgil of the carrier. "Told you they'll be okay." 

But Alan wasn't listening. He’d been given the all-clear and was now too busy whispering words of reassurance to the dragons as he slowly made his way to the exit.  

"I've got to just go pay for the appointment and treatment." Virgil said, placing said treatment bag into Gordon's hands. 

"The kid's going to do more damage to himself by walking into a wall if he doesn't look where he's going.” Gordon commented, his eyes following his little brother as he very nearly collided with one of the columns. “Alan! Eyes front!” 

His warning call was to no avail. He sighed. "Honestly, he's going to give himself an injury if he isn't careful. Think the vets treat gremlins too?" 

Beside him, Virgil chuckled. "He's relieved they’re okay, that’s all. Thanks for watching him, by the way. It was probably best he wasn't in there." 

"Eh, no problemo. Why else do you think I tagged along?" 

In the distance, there was a slight bump, followed by an ow as Alan had very gracefully collided with the doorframe rather than walking through the door. 

To his credit, Gordon resisted the urge to face-palm. "I got it. You go pay. We'll wait for you in Two." 

"F.A.B." 

#thunderbirds are go #thunderfam #thunderbirds fanfiction #alan tracy #gordon tracy #fic: the waiting room #five fics

[theminecraftbee]

Grian’s unsurprised, when he heads back into Decked Out, to find Tango in the waiting room. He’s lying on the marble floor, one hand pressed against the moss, staring up at the fake sun shining down. In here, away from the much dimmer, bluer light of the citadel, he looks pale. Far too gaunt and skinny. His eyes seem a little sunken-in.

He’s smiling, though. There’s wonder in those sunken eyes. He keeps on looking around with something so fragile in his expression. Grian doesn’t really want to interrupt, but…

“You know you’re not supposed to stare at it, right?”

“Oh! Uh, Grian!” Tango says.

“‘Course, we made it so it wasn’t actually the bright bit. Can look at the sun all you want from here.”

“Yeah,” agrees Tango. “I sure can.”

“Touch grass,” Grian continues.

“I mean, technically it’s moss,” Tango says, drawing his hand away almost self-consciously. Grian swears in his head. Stupid. He wasn’t trying to…

“There were a lot of us hanging out,” Grian says. “It’s a nice room, isn’t it? All fun and cheerful.”

“Yeah. Yeah, it sure is,” Tango says. “Hey, Grian—”

“Nope. Not with me. Not gonna bother you about it. Just—you made something really cool, Tango. Plus, it was nice to see you. Haven’t seen you not in a hole in the ground for a while, you know? This isn’t quite the same thing, but since we’ll all be waiting in here for a while anyway…”

Slowly, Tango puts his hand back on the moss “Don’t worry. I’m happy,” Tango says. “I’m really, really happy. Hey, tomorrow, do you think just as many…”

“Tango, don’t be stupid. There might even be more of us.”

Tango sighs. It’s like some tension Grian can’t even name has left him. It should be nice, but there’s also something almost unsettling about it. The amount of contentment on Tango’s face—well, then again, Grian would be that kind of happy too, if he’d finished something that took over a year, and then it worked and everyone loved it.

“Yeah. That’s good. This is all really good. Yeah, I’m happy with this.”

But there’s something about how he’s showing it.

“Eat some more food while you’re up here. Scar’s been worried about you, and for some ungodly reason he’s been making it my problem. Do you hear me? Do you know how annoying it is when Scar makes something your problem?”

“Trust me, I know. Who else do you think he keeps bothering?”

“Fair enough. And don’t break our queue system! We worked really hard! I think Etho would kill you.”

Tango laughs. There are tears in his eyes, Grian realizes.

“I’m just—it’s so bright in here. And you all were laughing so much. And loved it so much. I’m so… happy. I’m so happy.”

Grian softens. “Yeah. Be proud.”

Tango beams. Grian goes back out of the waiting room. Something about it feels private, like he hadn’t been meant to intrude. He’ll dissect all that later. He’d just wanted to check in, since he’s here to add his decorations to the many cubbies everyone has decorated. Everyone really does love it. Tango’s going to be busy; between maintenance and everyone wanting to talk to him about what they’re doing, he’s never going to get a moment of peace alone. Might as well give him a little bit while he still can.

It feels important, somehow, for Tango to lie there and bask in it, in the moments he can.

#hermitcraft #tangotek #grian #a bee fic #this can be considered part of the ‘tango getting eaten by decked out’ thing if you want #but also I wanted tango to get a chance to get emotional about. the waiting room and everything going well #so HERE IT IS #grian being the one to talk to him because he seems to have taken point on that design

[virgothozul]

How can anyone be normal about them is beyond me. the tragedy, the catholic imagery, the softness, the queerness, the duo of almost invincible not quite human handsome mess of individuals

This is totally from Fool in the moon by @arahir , godgodgodgod I’m not ok https://archiveofourown.org/works/44723611

the characterization ..!! NAM NAM NAM

#Vashwood #trigun stampede #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #trigun #I started reading this in the doctor’s waiting room and It got me so soft vsfhqsffgqukfyvgfygv #Guys this writing is gorgeous #I have feelings for it #Fic #fanfic #vw fic

[lulublack90]

Prompt 6 - Strawberry

@jegulus-microfic May 6, Word count 835

Previous part First part

“So you can ask this room for anything, and it’ll give it to you?” Regulus questioned, staring around the room James had asked for. It was light and airy like the Gryffindor common room. There was a fireplace, an array of crystal phials on a bench and a selection of books on a small bookcase. 

“I think so. The only thing it can’t conjure is food, but other than that, yeah pretty much.” Regulus looked as if he was in awe. 

He walked to the bookcase and ran a finger across the spines of the books as he read the titles. He pulled one off the shelf and opened it. James wasn’t sure which book it was, but he’d asked the room for some on animagus transformations. 

“I need to keep a mandrake leaf in my mouth for a whole month?!” Regulus exclaimed as he read on. James stared at the little wrinkle in the middle of Regulus’s brow formed by the frown pulling down the corners of his mouth. He wanted to go and stroke it with his thumb to wipe it away. He blinked wide. Why had he felt the urge to do that? “How on earth did my brother manage that? His mouth is never closed long enough to keep anything in.” Regulus continued, seeming to have missed James’s little crisis. James cleared his throat.

“Yeah, it was hard, especially when my mum sent him some strawberry bon bon’s, and he was too scared to eat them in case the leaf moved.” James chuckled to himself. Sirius had ended up giving them to Remus to hide as the temptation was too great. Regulus replaced the book on the shelf. 

“How did you find this place?” He asked James. James looked around the room.

“Remus and Sirius found it. They sneak off here sometimes when the noise of the tower gets too much. I don’t know what they do though, they always come back dishevelled.” He hummed gently as he took the mandrake leaf he’d stolen from the greenhouses out of his pocket. 

He turned back to Regulus to hand it to him and stopped. Regulus was standing there with a look of bewilderment on his face. “It’s surprisingly easy to steal from the Herbology greenhouses.” He said, guessing that Regulus was surprised that he’d gotten hold of a mandrake leaf. “Now you have to put this in your mouth while looking up at a full moon. If it falls out, or you swallow it, you have to start again. We found it easier to tuck it under your tongue and pray the house elves are making a lot of soup that month.” Regulus shook his head and reached out for the leaf. James placed it carefully in his hand. His fingers brushed against the soft skin of Regulus’s palm, and he felt a jolt go through him. His eyes snapped up to Regulus’s, but the other boy’s face was blank. 

“Is that it? Just the leaf? Did we really need to meet in my brother's sex room just for this?” Regulus grimaced. 

“Well, there are a lot of other steps that we need to do as well. The leaf is just the first step. We need to get our hands on a Death’s-head Hawk Mo—Did you just say sex room?!” James gasped. Regulus smirked. 

“You can’t seriously be that oblivious. My brother and his wolf were all over each other yesterday. And you said they sneak off here, only the two of them?” James’s mind slowly started connecting the pieces together. 

“But, he’s always been touchy-feely, has Padfoot,” James said, while at the same time thinking, but only with me, never Remus. No, he decided. Sirius would have told him. Sirius would never keep something like that from him. Unless. Unless he was afraid of how James would react. 

“Why wouldn’t they tell me?” He said softly, not to Regulus, just voicing his thoughts. “Why wouldn’t he tell me?” He felt a profound sadness take over him. He looked up at Regulus. “Are you sure?” He asked. Begging Regulus to deny what he’d said. But he didn’t.

“Yeah, pretty sure. That was more than friendship how they were acting yesterday. And as for him not telling you, how am I supposed to know? He never tells me anything.” Regulus’s tone was sharp by the end. They all knew about the issues between the Black brothers. James found himself feeling sorry for the Slytherin. He reached over and squeezed his hand. 

“He wants to tell you stuff, you know. But it’s complicated.” James sighed, he didn’t know how else to put it. Sirius was scared anything he told his brother would get back to his parents or worse. Regulus scoffed.

“Are we done here?” And without waiting for an answer, he ripped his hand from James and stalked out of the room, leaving James in his thoughts, thinking about how to ask his best friends if what Regulus had said was true.   

Next part

#may 6 #jegulus #jegulus microfic #jegulus fic #jegulus fanfiction #james potter #regulus black #dead gay wizards #james fleamont potter #regulus arcturus black #sirius black #remus lupin #james x regulus #regulus x james #regulus and james #james potter x regulus black #james and regulus #the come and go room #wait what did you just say? #James knows #animagus first steps #the marauders’ era #marauders era #marauders #the marauders era #the marauders #strawberry

[princeloww]

I drew @mrghostrat 's Streamer AU Crowley :D

I kinda don't like how this turned out, but after The Great Art Block of 2023, I'm trying to recover with a sort of "any art is good art" outlook? Like, "I'm not too proud of this, but I'm proud that I am drawing"

So any art at all is a win right now 💪💪💪 (+ I'm so obsessed with And They Were Streamers right now it's unreal)

#love this fic sm #idk why his chair is so big oh god wait that wouldve been an easy fix #FUCKKK IT WAS ON ITS OWN LAYER #i rage closed the file without saving tho so i cant go back into a version with layers oops #lets say that its big cos he needs more room to sit weird #(falls off smaller) #ineffable streamers #good omens #crowley #good omens streamer au #and they were streamers

[stretchydyke]

besides being not normal about the truth of the shanks/buggy 'betrayal' and not normal about their break up scene in the rain etc etc. i am also Not Normal about the fact that buggy has kept this to himself for years (decades) but he now trusts the cross guild enough to trust them with this secret, this burden that he's carried all this time. like. stop i'm not normal about buggy telling his two scary boyfriends about his biggest trauma and insecurity i will cry

#i am UNWELL #also theres something to be made of the ''meeting room. now.'' and the meeting room having CHAINS in it #kinda kinky #there's a fic plot hidden in there waiting to be grabbed #one piece manga spoilers #one piece chapter 1082 #shuggy #cross guild #mine

[tabbytabbytabby]

Now I've Found Who I Am

Word Count: 1,024 words

Rating: Teen and Up

Fandom: 9-1-1

Relationship: Evan "Buck" Buckley & Maddie Buckley, Evan "Buck" Buckley/Tommy Kinard

Tags: Season/Series 07, Post-Episode: s07e04 Buck Bothered and Bewildered (9-1-1 TV), First Kiss, Coming Out, Bisexual Evan "Buck" Buckley, Sibling Bonding, Supportive Maddie Buckley, Developing Relationship

Summary: After Tommy leaves, Buck knows he needs to talk to someone about just happened. So, he goes to the one person he knows he can always count on: Maddie.

Read on AO3

#bucktommy #buck x tommy #buckley siblings #evan buckley #maddie buckley #911 abc #911 spoilers #911 fanfic #911 fic #my fanfiction #tommy kinard #yes i am posting this from my hotel room #we're just having a lot of feelings #and no way was i waiting until monday to write them 😅

[wikiangela]

tease tidbit tuesday

tagged by @jamespearce9-1-1 💖

here's another tiny snippet of the christmas fic - i'm done with the sad part, now only fluff haha - just one and a half scenes and it's gonna be done just in time for christmas (also, I might have gotten a new idea for a christmas fic, where they decorate a tree - I wanted it here but it didn't happen and can't fit it in lol so that might also be in the works once this one is done haha - no promises tho, who knows lol)

prev snippet | moodboard

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“What’s- Christmas is tomorrow.” Buck points out with a small chuckle, but he tentatively takes the box. He glances at the tree in the corner, with a pile of gifts underneath, that they decorated together just a few days ago, after buying it together as well. It was the most domestic thing, and Eddie was dying to lean in and kiss Buck, or grab his hand, or just do anything, his feelings trying to leak out of him in any and all ways. Soon he’ll be able to shout it from the rooftops if he wants to. Hopefully.

“Yeah, but I wanted to give you one of your gifts a bit earlier.” Eddie scratches the back of his neck nervously. “Open it.” he adds excitedly when Buck’s just standing there, looking at the box. 

“Why am I the only one opening a gift early? What about you guys?” his frown deepens.

“Don’t worry about us, this is about you. Please?” he waves the question off, because it’ll all make sense in a minute.

“Just open it, Buck.” Christopher chimes in, excitement in his tone. Buck looks at him and his smile melts into fondness.

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no pressure tags: @elvensorceress @gaydiaz @diazass @thebravebitch @silentxxsoul @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @arthursdent @911onabc @spagheddiediaz @housewifebuck @rogerzsteven @watchyourbuck @honestlydarkprincess @underwater-ninja-13 @eowon @weewootruck @loserdiaz @evanbegins @ladydorian05 @malewifediaz @pirrusstuff @theotherbuckley @911-on-abc @wildlife4life @fortheloveofbuddie @nmcggg @diazpatcher @jesuisici33 @lover-of-mine @giddyupbuck @exhuastedpigeon @buckaroosheart @king-buckley @disasterbuckdiaz @monsterrae1 @thewolvesof1998 @hoodie-buck @spotsandsocks @jeeyuns @steadfastsaturnsrings @daffi-990 @callmenewbie @hippolotamus @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove

#tease tidbit tuesday #buddie christmas fic #fic snippet #buddie #buddie fic #buddie wip #wikiangela writes #my writing #my wips #i accidentally involved chris in the love confession and wanted to change that but tbh i kinda love this #wrote smth like 'he wanted to be in the room to make sure eddie doesn't chicken out' and i find this concept funnier than it probably is lo #also i guess it'd be cute to have both of them assure buck they're a family the way buck wants them to be haha #idk im excited for this and can't wait to share once its done

[hella1975]

a post about fic updates! so the fics im currently juggling are dog teeth, tams, and of course, taob. my original plan was to start posting the second installment of the dog teeth series by sometime in april, bc it's the fic im most into atm and i already have the first chapter done, i just want to bank another one or two because once i start posting it i want to KEEP posting it with regular updates, hopefully every 2 weeks like with kaiein. HOWEVER this will put my atla fics on a back burner. april is a good writing time for me (PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE) bc i have the entire month off from uni to prep for may exam season, and i always want to write when im procrastinating my degree. which is. it's own thing im sure i'll graduate it's fine i'm fine. so if i focus on dog teeth, neither tams nor taob will get focus until like. june. which is par for the course with taob but im NOT happy about doing with tams.

SO my thought process was i can either be normal about this and just accept it's literally my final year at uni and im trying to graduate and it doesn't matter if updates are slow on ANY fics, or i can do my usual and implement an insane deadline that i somehow always make by the skin of my teeth. can you guess what i went with?

and thus i present unto the crowd my tentative plan: have the next taob chapter done by middle of april (im aware this is quite hand-wavey but it gives me a month to work with, so in my head this means anything between april 10th-20th), have the next tams chapter done by the end of april, and dog teeth can follow.

#i know a lot of you are gonna swarm and tell me not to push myself/rush and i love and appreciate the fuck out of you #i PROMISE if it gets too much i will call it quits like im not about to jeopardise my final exam season for this lmao #but ultimately i do work better when i give myself these insane writing challenges and it gives me something fun to do #while im drowning in econ assignments #as for dog teeth being moved to the back burner despite it being my current passion project #im not actually too bothered by this bc i will still be working on it as i work on my atla fics #and it'll be good as a breather when those get up my arse PLUS has the added benefit of the second part of dog teeth #not actually being posted yet so technically no one's 'waiting' for anything. like kaiein exists perfectly fine as a standalone #whereas if i post ch1 of part 2 in april i then have to KEEP POSTING or it'll bug me #and then i'll have THREE updating fics to juggle #does any of this make sense. hello. tapping the security camera in my padded room is anyone there #WHATEVER. I WILL KEEP YOU GUYS POSTED <3 #taob updates #tams #dog teeth

[sskk-manifesto]

Something something being abandoned by everyone

#I can't get over the eerie red no-furniture room they put Akutagawa in. #From now on every time in fics Akutagawa is mentioned being brought to the pm hospital this is what I'll be imagining #Atsushi knocking in: Dude why are they treating you in the middle of nowhere D: #Do you need money #Where does the blood red lightening come from #WAIT. I THINK IT'S A PERFECT CHILDREN HOSPITAL #ichiyō higuchi #ryūnosuke akutagawa #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd s1 #bsdrewatch2023

[lil-vibes]

need me a fem! skk ballet and/or figure skater au so bad yall dont understand

#my mental illness is hitting and i think this will cure it #been spinning it in my head #imagine fem!chuuya in these beautiful outfits doing jumps and spins and being all graceful in the air IMAGINE it rn this is a threat #and my fav girl failure dazai being like :OOO n thinking thats my future wife up there !! #or dance duo skk grrrgrrrr #n the way the public catches on that there is something going on is bc when one wins first place they run straight to the other to #give them the medal or trophy #and ofc they r like 'just so u know who is better' and they they make out in the changing rooms #broooooooo i need i need this so bad #figure skater fem!skk au call that shit yuri on ice #... wait a second #bsd #skk #fem!skk #pebbles (me) ramblers #i need this so badly 😭😭😭 #honestly wasnt uuuuh the other side of paradise (?) chuuya a dancer ?? gotta check #gotta finish the fic actually #o7 mission received me im going

[jimmyjrsmusoems]

me when someone tries to talk to me but i’m writing fanfiction in my head so i don’t hear them

#them : hey are you good? #me : blasting waiting room inside my brain and thinking about high school aged tinimmy breaking up #bob’s burgers #fic stuff

[starcurtain]

Another Haikaveh Fanfic I Want to Read

It's a 5+1 compilation but it's just all the super soft, embarrassingly domestic moments Alhaitham is daydreaming will happen after he and Kaveh finally get together (he is certain this is going to happen someday)... Plus the timeskip where the best one actually comes true, of course!

#genshin impact #alhaitham #kaveh #haikaveh #kavetham #pining alhaitham #is my actual jam #you cannot tell me this guy #doesn't zone out while reading in his living room #and come up with the most detailed imaginary scenarios #where Kaveh wakes him up with butterfly kisses #doesn't wait by the door kind of hoping #that one day Kaveh will do that 'So rushed I gave my roommate a goodbye kiss' trope #doesn't drop drunk Kaveh in his bed and dream that one day #Kaveh will pull on his glove and ask him to stay the night #just so that no one has to sleep alone #Do you see my vision??? #this seems like the kind of fic that would already exist #if it does help a girl out

[reineydraws]

i have wanted to read a grimmichi fic about grimmjow reluctantly babysitting (and eventually bonding with) kazui for so long, i drew about it 🥲💕 posting to celebrate the nanosecond of grimmjow crumbs we got last week 🙏

they really immediately recognized each others' voices in the background of a cross-dimensional zoom call huh. right away they were like "that voice!" like yes we get it u hear that voice in ur dreams lol cant wait for more grimmjow crumbs!!! (img insp)

#bleach #bleach fanart #grimmichi #grimmichi fanart #grimmjow jaegerjaquez #ichigo kurosaki #kazui kurosaki #grimmjow #i have a fic mostly written about this moment but it's stalled rn and i wanted to post this before the year ended lol #bc i drew this in october haha #anyways the intention is that this is in grimmjow's (old) room in las noches. it's why ichi and kazu are in shinigami robes. #grimm's just taken off his white crop blazer jacket thing he wears on top of his leather jumpsuit that ive always assumed is sleeveless #grimmjow jaggerjack #for more bg ichi's divorced hime but they co-parent and are still besties and hime is dating ishida now #well thats what i landed on in aforementioned fic but shes really cute with either chad or tatsuki as well #hell mb all four of them are dating and are lowkey collectively judging ichigo for waiting so long to make a move in grimm idk #tho ive always considered tatsuki a lesbian so idk if she'd actually date chad and ishida lol. she seems... too cool for them???? i digress #on* lmao not in. unless 👀👀👀 #jk jk... 👀 #junichi suwabe i missed the sound of ur sweet sweet baritone. not to be an tot artem stan on this bleach post bUT 😭💖 #anyways if i missed out on artem's voice on a few cards when i was playing tot last year cuz he was voicing grimmjow i am a-ok with that

[ofstoriesandstardust]

a red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground (n.p.t.)

note: this my contribution to valentine's day fics although i know it's a bit early for that. this series is forever and always for @cottagecori

warnings: poetically soft, brief reference to the waiting room series but can be read standalone, brief alcohol mentions

word count: 1.9k

“Isn’t it romantic how all my eulogies eulogize me?”

“What’s got you all in tizzy?” Payback says, sliding down on the couch across from her in the rec room. 

She huffs for what her friends think is the millionth time, turning her helmet in her hands. 

“I wanna get out of here.” She mutters, scuffing her boot on the ground. 

“Why? You got some Valentine’s dinner date you’ve gotta run out to?” Hangman drawls, leaning against the back of the couch she’s seated on. 

“Maybe. Why’s that any of your business?” She snaps, glaring down at her helmet. 

Bradley huffs out a laugh. “Now, don’t tell me you’re nervous.” 

She glares at him in return, causing the boy’s shoulders to shake even more with silent laughter. 

She was nervous, but maybe not for the reason her friends think.

“You are nervous.” Bob clarifies in a soft voice, adjusting his glasses. She kicks at the ground some more and shrugs. 

“I’ve never been with someone on Valentine’s Day.” She admits softly. “And I didn’t even think we were going to do anything because she’s so busy with school, but she insisted we have a romantic dinner at home, but she won’t give me any insight to what she has planned and now it looks like we’re going to be getting out of here late and I just-” She groans, scrubbing her hands over her face. 

Hangman shifts off the couch behind her, leather squeaking as he does. “I think you’re overreacting.” 

Her head snaps back to him, a glare already on her face. “Bagman-” 

“She’s enamored with you.” He says, like how someone says the sky is blue and grass is green. “You can do no wrong.” 

Later, if Mav asks, she’ll deny being the reason behind a shiny new bruise on Hangman’s forearm. 

-

You fiddle with your earrings nervously as you glance at the clock. 

Natasha had texted you that work was running late, which you honestly hadn’t minded, making the afternoon rush of getting out of class and changed and getting set up at her house less of a rush and more a fast-paced hustle. Still, now that you had somewhat set up for her return to the house, you were starting to second guess the plan you’d set in place. 

What if Natasha didn’t like it? What if she thought it was silly or immature? What if she didn’t want to spend anymore Valentine’s with you? 

You couldn’t really afford to go out to an expensive dinner but you’d been the one to want to celebrate in the first place anyways. Maybe Natasha would have preferred that to what you had planned? 

You’d just wanted to spend time with her. You just wanted to show her how much you loved her for loving you, for sticking by you through all the shit of the last few months. 

You knew it hadn’t been easy for her, ever since you’d found out about your relationship to Pete, but she’d taken it all in stride. You knew the sour turn your friendship with Bradley had taken had put a strain on her relationship with the mustached man, as much as she had tried to pretend like it hadn’t. 

You-

You don’t get to finish that train of thought, startling as you hear Natasha in the entryway. 

“Love?” She calls out, and you can hear her drop her keys in the dish by the front door. 

“Kitchen.” You call back. 

She appears a few moments later, hair falling over her shoulder. 

You feel a bit breathless for a moment, taking in the woman in front of you. 

Her hair is a bit darker than normal, signaling she must have showered after training for the day. Natasha very rarely let her down, always keeping it tied back or in a braid, so you could see the soft waves as it falls over her shoulder. The velvet-y, low cut, open-back black dress doesn't leave much to the imagination.

Natasha knows it’s one of your favorite dresses of hers, with easy access to draw patterns on her back in public and getting to undo the strings at the top of her shoulders at the end of the night. 

“You look good.” You blurt out, eyes wide. You’re resisting the urge to reach out and touch her. 

You’re still struck sometimes at how a woman like Natasha is with someone like you, that you get this girl all to yourself. 

“So do you.” She says, a bit breathless as she pushes some hair behind her ear. “I’m sorry work ran late. I hope I didn’t cause too much upset to your plans.” 

You shake your head jerkily as you swallow, giving her one last lookover as you attempt to get your brain back online. “Not at all.” 

She lets out a little laugh at this, stepping a bit closer. “Well, will you tell me what we’re doing now, at least?” 

You falter, glancing back at the fridge. “Well, I- now that you’re here it feels a little stupid.” 

She lets out another laugh, stepping even closer to you. You can feel her body warmth as she almost touches you, but not quite. “Stupid? If you planned it, I doubt it could be stupid.” 

You must make some kind of look on your face because she frowns. “Don’t make that face-” 

You sigh, clasping your hands together. “Well, okay- I- growing up we didn’t really celebrate Valentine’s Day, but when we could afford it my Mom would always get heart-shaped pizza from somewhere. And I found this recipe online, to make your own mini heart-shaped pizzas, and I thought it could be a fun activity for the two of us to do together- but it’s stupid isn’t it?” You groan, face falling into your hands. “I should’ve just tried to cook something, this is so dumb-” 

“It’s not dumb. I don’t think it’s dumb.” Natasha says at an alarmingly fast rate. 

“You don’t?” You ask, words still muffled by your hands. You can feel the heat in your cheeks, the embarrassment prickling at you. 

Natasha gently takes your hands away from your face. “Not at all. Put on some music, open that bottle of wine from Napa I’ve been saving, and pull out those chocolate strawberries I made for you last night from the fridge, and we’ve got ourselves a lovely little date.” 

“You… you made those for me?” You blink up at your girlfriend. Your pretty girlfriend. 

Truthfully, you’d seen the strawberries in the fridge when you’d been putting the perishables from your grocery run in there, but you hadn’t thought they’d been for you. 

“Well, I’d had to contribute something here, didn’t I?” She says with a full laugh this time. 

You shrug. “Spending time with you is enough for me-” 

She cuts you off, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You sigh into it, pulling your girlfriend closer. 

“You’re so cute.” She mutters, beaming at you after you pull away. You blush, practically preening in Natasha’s grip at the compliment. “And I love you, very much.” 

-

A few hours and a couple glasses of the good wine later find you laying on a checkered blanket on Natasha’s living room floor, soft candles lit in the room as the playlist you had made for her plays softly in the background. 

The mini heart-shaped pizzas had been a hit and the remnants of the chocolate covered strawberries are scattered around on plates. Your feet are tucked up into Natasha’s lap, her thumb brushing over your ankle as the two of you just talk. 

It feels good to be with her like this. It had been exactly what you’d wanted. 

Natasha makes you feel warm, safe. Like you can just be a little kid again. Like you can laugh with her for the rest of your life. 

“Can I ask you something?” She whispers softly. 

“Anything.” You respond. 

You’d tell her anything she wanted to know. You’d bare your soul to the girl you loved. 

“Would you ever want to move in with me? Like here?” She asks, a soft smile playing on her face. 

You push yourself up a little, trying to prop yourself up more. You’re a bit breathless as you stare at her, mind whirring. 

“Natasha Trace, are you asking me to move in with you?” 

Her smile turns a bit lopsided, the only tell of her nerves in her eyes as she looks away from you with a shrug. “I guess it depends on your answer.” 

You swallow, unsure of what to say to her. 

Sure, you’d spent a few nights (more than a few nights) at her place and she’s spent an equal amount of time at yours. 

But- you’d be living at Sam’s family house almost as long as you’d been back in San Diego. It’d been safe in a lot of ways, especially when Sam and Fran had been back in town and living there too. 

Living with them had never felt like a third-wheel, but just friends hanging out. 

It was safe, in so many ways. 

And if you moved out, and in with Natasha, you put that safety at risk. You weren’t sure if you’d be able to go backwards. 

But-

Damn it, you loved Natasha. You loved waking up next to her in the mornings and tracing the lines in back, running your fingertips over that one mole that you knew made her squirm. You loved getting to make breakfast with her and have her bring you coffee just the way you liked it while still in bed. You loved getting to spend your days with her, running errands and cooking and everything in between. You loved getting to be tucked into her at night, to be held, to be loved. 

The thought that you could have all of that, all of that laughter and love with Natasha, all the time, whenever you wanted it, was almost too much for your heart to bear. It felt like the realization of something that had felt so out of reach for you. 

You could have all of it. 

You almost want to laugh, with how giddy the idea makes you but you didn’t want to make Natasha think you’d found the idea of living with her silly. 

“Tell you what.” You say, pushing yourself up into a seated position. Natasha lets your ankle go willing, but she isn't without your touch for long as you scooch across the blanket, knees knocking against hers as you crowd her space. “I think that if I move right now, I’ll lose my mind.” 

Natasha nods, eyes shiny with hope as you talk. You know that she understands the truth in them, that moving your whole life at the height of the semester would very well be your undoing. 

“But,” You say, a bit breathless again, trying to slow yourself down to get all the words out. “I would love to live with you. Live with you here.”

“Yeah?” She says, her smile growing. 

You nod. “How about this? Let me get through this semester, and this summer, when things slow down a bit and I’m not in as many credits-” Natasha makes a noise in the back of her throat at the mention that you’d never really be free of grad school until you finished next year. “-I will be all yours.” 

You don’t think you’ll ever really tire of the way Natasha’s eyes light up. You don’t know how anyone could.

#natasha phoenix trace #natasha phoenix trace x reader #natasha phoenix trace fic #top gun: maverick #top gun: maverick fic #the waiting room series

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I just saw this concept somewhere and immediately thought of robin, so imagine it's a summer day and robin is wearing a tank top, but that's not the important part, she's wearing one of thos candy necklaces and you just go and start eating it, while she's wearing it, might I add you're "just friends" (just friends my ass) and robin is literally dying for very obvious reasons

Bestie you are so right for this, I immediately jumped into this one. The sapphic panic would set in immediately for her.

-Tastes So Sweet

Robin Buckley x reader

It was a super hot week this summer, so you guys had decided to drive a few hours out for the weekend. Well, Robin had. Robin thought a little road trip, a weekend away at the beach, would be great for the two of you! A great place for her to finally buckle up and tell you how she feels. Even if she didn’t actually end up saying it... She knew you liked girls too, so it shouldn’t be that hard! Except it was!! Ugh!!! Robin swore it as a fact that the sapphic curse was real. She could never tell if any of the times she thought you were pretty ‘close’, or flirting, or doing things that surpass the boundaries of friendship, were just you being a nice friend or actually trying to flirt with her! Robin wondered if the same thing was happening on your end. Any awkward attempts at being slightly flirty from her, she knew weren’t exactly big power moves. Maybe you really didn’t know that she was into you? But if you hadn’t picked it up, how was she supposed to tell you! And why did she have to make the first move!?

It’d been a good plan, although when she asked you, as you came to visit her in Family Video like you did nearly every day, Robin had no idea Steve was right behind her too. If she had, she wouldn’t have said it! But Steve was in earshot, and as Robin turned around, she’d eagerly invited him too, for fear of him feeling left out. Which was stupid, because Steve knew, in extensive detail, that Robin had a crush on you, it would’ve been fine! But Robin didn’t really mind once she’d gotten over realising it wouldn’t be a strictly romantic getaway. A weekend away at the beach, with her two best friends, and absolutely zero monsters, or customers, was something she was really looking forward to the rest of the week! And she still loves Steve, she was happy he was coming, she just definitely did not love him in the same way she loved you... Well, at least Steve could drive, and had a car! Honestly Robin hadn’t even thought about that when she invited you. So it all looked like it was coming up Robin!

Robin had told Steve how she thought this was the perfect time and place to finally make a move on you. Steve asked if she was going to make ‘an actual move’ which was slightly annoying, if not very true. What’re friends for? But Steve definitely did not get a moments peace, without Robin raving about how great the weekend would be. Especially because of you.

Although he wasn’t complaining, it made him happy to see Robin so happy. He knew you felt the same, he was so sure. He just wished you two would get on with it! Even if Robin couldn’t exactly ask every babe who came into the store out, like Steve could, he still offered if she needed any of his ‘natural charm and allure’ to be graced with for the weekend, since she was seemingly born lacking. But that just got him with even more tapes stacked in his arms.

Although Steve did give Robin the great idea of making it a three day weekend. Since both of them were owed a shift swap with two other employees, after they both caught them calling in sick to work, only to try and break in after hours to bone in the stock room. You already had the Friday free, so Steve could drive you all that morning! Robin loved having a mom of the group, not that she was gonna take him for granted, but it at least gave her less things to worry about. She’d already had to borrow Steve’s deodorant towards the end of the day, after planning the trip now you’d thankfully said yes. He liked being in charge and on top of things! He at least swore that he’d be a good wingman. Even though he was always, he really wanted you two together. But this time, he’d push his best friend just a little, if she needed it.

But after he’d driven you all a few hours to the motel, Steve started complaining that he didn’t feel well. He still insisted he could carry some of the bags, while Robin grabbed an extra of yours, smiling with a raise of her shoulders. But as Steve collapsed onto his bed in the motel, he started saying he felt sick.

You both wanted to make sure he was okay, Robin checking his forehead as you looked in Steve’s bag for painkillers for his headache. Since Steve had been very meticulous with packing for the 3 day trip, even micromanaging to make sure you two brought essentials. Even though you both knew Steve would have spares for you.

You managed to find a bucket while you were getting Steve some water in the bathroom, bringing it to his bedside where he was curled up, before taking a step back, into Robin’s side, as you asked with the most sympathetic tone you could muster if he felt like he was gonna be sick. Robin grabbed your arm, rubbing it up and down, with your exposed skin since it was so hot outside, and you gave her a thankful look. She knew you hated vomit.

But Steve swore he was fine. Even as you and Robin rubbed his back, he said he was just gonna take a nap. Rest in for the rest of the day, and maybe he could join you two for dinner. But he encouraged you both to go out and have fun. At least it was a good thing you guys had three days.

Robin agreed with you to stay for an extra 15 minutes, just to see if the painkillers kicked in, which you both knew Steve would probably bluff about to stop you both from worrying, even if they didn’t. But as Steve curled up to his new blanket, his eyebrows scrunched up, either in a ‘bleh’ feeling, or simply being tired, Robin shook your wrist gently and asked if you wanted to head out.

Steve still managed to mumble yell about you both taking sunscreen, and you both chuckled as Robin stole some from his bag.

You both tucked him in, Robin fake cooing over the poor baby, as you both left with a sickly sweet “Bye Steve!” But gave him some pats before that, to let him know you meant it.

As you closed the motel door behind you, you both looked to each other and just giggled. Before you took Robin’s hand, and dragged her to the reception desk to go grab a map. Steve clearly must’ve been sick, if he’d forgotten to grab one of them.

Although, Robin didn’t actually know if Steve was faking or not. To let you two have the majority of the day together or something. To be fair, he looked like he really needed that nap either way. And you both would have had to leave him to the room if he napped anyway, since you were all sharing a room together, because it was cheaper. Steve got one bed, and you and Robin shared the other. A fact she was internally freaking at. She’d had sleepovers with you before, but nothing this intimate. Nothing like on this three day getaway. Even if you two were just nearly dozing off accidentally while watching a movie or something, Robin knew you got very cuddly when you were tired. So did she, but it still made her bashful.

You two had visited some of the local stores, before taking a long walk on the beach. Robin had laughed with you, talked about old memories, even shared gossip, but she hadn’t told you her feelings for you yet. To be honest she’d forgotten! Robin was too busy having fun with you, really enjoying her time. She’d forgotten she was supposed to be building up to asking you out by the end of the weekend.

It hadn’t really been that long a walk anyway, because you were desperately complaining of your need for food. So you’d both been trying to find an exit to the beach, that’d lead you back to civilisation. You were on your way to an ice cream stand Robin had spotted, near enough you could tell it sold ice cream by the small statue on top, but not nearly close enough to make out any words on it yet.

But you’d gotten tired, and asked Robin to sit with you for a few minutes. Robin had helped you sit down, worrying you and Steve were actually sick, but you’d just giggled when Robin held your elbow, gently leading you onto the sand at the top of the beach, easily sitting yourself down as you told her “You’re sweet.” Something that did not go over Robin’s head, while you rummaged to get her water bottle out her bag, that you two were sharing. Like usual, because of course you still forgot to pack water for a day out in the sun. Damn Steve for forgetting to mom them on that one, Robin thought.

As she watched you chug at her bottle, Robin was tempted to buy you a drink herself, to be your knight in shining armour that way. ...But, she also kinda liked the domesticity of you two sharing of bottle. Not even in an ‘ooh it’s an indirect kiss way’, although heck yeah she couldn’t help but think about it, it was just sweet to share like that, she thought.

“Ughhhhh. Robbbb, I’m hungry.” You whined, leaning on her chest dramatically. You were both in swimsuits, but with shorts, and low cut tops too. Meaning your head was nowhere near the top of her shirt, as you laid on her.

Robin laughed. “Well I told you, if we went down the boardwalk they had those cute little cafes! But nooo. You-“ Robin flicked her finger against your nose “wanted to go rockpooling first!” Robin couldn’t help but smile the entire time she talked with you. She could never actually be mad at you, she only ever teased you in jest.

You pouted, but your eyes were smiling back. “I only wanted to cause I know you’ve been waiting to all week.”

Robin’s ears started burning. She rubbed her hands on her exposed knees, trying to bite back a smile that’d be too wide. “Thank you.” It made a fire stir in Robins chest that you’d remembered she’d been wanting to do that since you guys planned the trip. She hadn’t been rockpooling since she was a kid, and she wanted to explore them again. Robin also wanted to come back to Hawkins with pockets full of neat rocks, although that was a separate mission.

“Well, the ice cream stand isn’t that far away. We can make it when your legs decide to start working again.” Robin promised, second guessing herself, but deciding to pat your shoulder anyway. It shouldn’t be weird, she’s done that a million times. She’s touched you way more that that! Yeah she was touching your naked shoulder and bikini strap only, since the strap of your flowy shirt had sunk a little... but really it wasn’t that weird, among friends right? You were both girls. You both had bra and bikini straps! Surely you wouldn’t think anything of it, that she touched them? She was just patting your shoulder! Although the whole point of this weekend was supposed to be that you thought about Robin’s actions more, that they were slightly risqué and that Robin actually makes a move!

You hummed, hungry. And then, you looked up a little bit, to see the cute new thing Robin had bought earlier. With a different type of hum this time, you reached up Robin’s chest, and played with her colourful candy accessory. “Your necklace is so pretty Robin.”

Now it was Robin’s whole face that was blushing. She just hoped you couldn’t feel the heat through her chest. “Thank you.” She responded, remembering how you’d tugged on it when Robin first came out of the seaside sweet shop, and how her legs nearly gave out with all the carnal thoughts that ran through her mind when you did that.

She’d also bought a pacifier lolly for poor Steve, and you’d bought a sweet in the shape of a spade. Which’d been all you’d eaten all day, with Steve ushering you to his car since you’d slept in.

Only a few seconds after she’d thanked you, Robin looked on in stupor, as you aimed forward, and chomped down on her. She felt the scrape of your teeth pulling at her necklace, and even more so, your lips, below her collarbone but just above her cleavage. And in a panic, Robin shoved her hand into her chest, blinking in shock as she tried to take in what’d just happened, and how the feeling of your mouth on her chest still lingered. “Errr, what’re you doing?”

You only looked at Robin like what you were doing was normal, and like she was being unreasonable. It was really confusing Robin’s already flustered thoughts.

“What? I told you I was hungry.” You reasoned, before a sigh that blew away a few strands of your cute hair gained Robin’s attention, but not more so than what you did next. “Pleeeeease? I’m dying here!” You collapsed dramtically into Robin’s lap.

Robin laughed, a little, as she tried to push down her feelings of you laying on her there. You’ve rested your head there before, of fucking course, you guys were good friends, but it was different right now. Especially as you wriggled around a little, cradling the side of Robin’s hips to do so, and you looked up at her, with those puppy eyes. “Please?” You begged again. And Robin was dying with you peering way up at her like that from below.

Robin was bowled over, and all she could do was watch, as you seemingly tested your limits, climbing up her gently, moving onto her lap, as you moved your mouth to another piece of her necklace. Robin held her breath as you, while keeping eye contact with her, slowly mouthed around a piece near her neck, picking at it. “-taste so sweet...” you mumbled against her skin, with the candy in your mouth. But Robin could not tell if you said ‘they’ or ‘she’ tastes so sweet... If Robin was pink before, now she was entirely red.

“Y-Yeah. Okay then.”

When you smiled against her chest like that, Robin felt like she could breathe again, even though it came out sharp through her closed off mouth.

She could see it moving your hair. Although she didn’t know that secretly, you actually thought her breath smelt really nice right now too.

You didn’t thank her out loud. Instead, you thanked her with a kiss to her cheek.

Robin didn’t know how she held down her squeal at that. She didn’t think she consciously stopped herself anyway. Maybe she was just too overwhelmed. But then you bent down again, scanning her neck, and her chest, something that made Robin feel like a piece of meat. And for the only time in her life, when being looked at that way... she liked it. She never knew she would like that look, but you looking at her in that way... fuck...

You placed your hands on either side of her ribs. Holding her gently. Like she was precious. And then one hand slipped down to cradle the curve of her waist, as you finally went at it. Eating the sweet candy.

Robin pressed her legs together. Squeezing them. She hoped you couldn’t tell, since you were still sitting in her lap. And she felt almost dirty for even feeling that way. But she couldn’t help it. Not when you were holding her like this... not when your breath, and lips, and teeth, and drool, and tongue were at her neck, and her chest. Thank god she picked the longer necklace. She had to squeeze her legs together or she thought she was going to burst. Excitement rushed through her body, making her feel even more sensitive than she already was.

You picked up one piece of candy delicately, and slowly, scooping it up with your tongue, against her skin. Robin thought she might actually faint. At least she could blame it on the sun. Not the way a moan nearly slipped out her lips though. That was something Robin was thinking real hard about. Biting her lips intently as she just stared down at you, almost pained with holding back.

As a sound left her neck like you were sucking on the skin there, as well as the pink treat, you peered up at Robin again. “Will you rub sun cream into me after this? On my back, and shoulders, all those nasty places I can’t reach.”

She didn’t mean nasty places like that, don’t be a freak Robin!!!

“Yeah...” Robin promised, although she had to swallow first. Holy shit!

Mentioning Robin touching you though, made her react, because now, Robin really felt the want to touch you. The idea had been planted in her mind and it would not move on. She raised her hand, with a shaky breath she was sure was moving your head, as your cheek was lightly resting against it, while she moved her ringed hand, and softly began stroking through your hair. Caressing your head, and your soft locks, as you kept at Robin’s upper torso.

You, sucking around Robin’s chest, as she nestles her hand over the back of your head, must’ve looked so intimate, Robin thought. Only to shake that thought away, finding it going to some very unchaste places. When in reality, Robin was happy just like this. With stroking your hair.

For a few peaceful seconds both of you were only looking out at the golden beach. Glancing with no thought, at the far off horizon, the sea line crashing into the shore.

Then you placed your hand on Robin’s thigh, and you leaned your chin against her actual chest. And all that tranquility was thrown out the window. Robin still stroked her hand through your hair, but she felt like she was about to explode now. Holy shit, how do you not realise what you do to her? How is it fair to have you like this, only for her to be too scared to tell you, and possibly never be able to actually have you in that official way? Robin desperately wants nothing more than to touch you right now, even though she is already touching you. She wants to kiss you! She thinks about it. Quite hard, as she watches your lips go, against her chest. She wants to touch your own thigh. Just to be able to place her hand on your leg, as you two sit together, and have it be just normal for you two! She wants to be able to hug you close as you lay against her like this, to be able to kiss your head, and for you to feel happy enough to snuggle into her chest, as she speaks softly to you. Loving words. To be able to swap positions, and have you hold her like she’s your everything... And your hand squeezes once more over her thigh as she feels slight dampness against her chest, and she’s set off into those instinctual and physical feelings again. She’s surprised you can’t hear her heartbeat hammering against her rib cage, as you’re laying against her.

Although maybe you can. Or maybe she’s just acting weird. Because that’s apparently why your chin is on her chest and your hand is holding her thigh more securely, as you look up at her with gentle eyes. “Is something wrong? Are you okay?”

You’re asking her so affectionately, and Robin can’t help but stare at your lips. They’re glistening, with the effort you’ve been putting in all this time. And Robin really wants to taste your lips. To taste just how sweet they are right now.

“Nope. Nothing’s wrong. I’m really good.” She promises, unsure how she sounds so cool. Probably from years of lying about her feelings. Something she hardly ever did with you, except for her primary one.

You seem to pick up on something though, because you shuffle more into a sitting position, much to Robin’s dismay, but you still stay on her lap, which she sees as a win. Circling her arms around your own lap, as she holds you.

“Well here, have some. I don’t wanna steal all of it.” You smiled, playing with Robin’s half eaten necklace, as you extended the invitation.

It also meant Robin had to pick up the necklace to eat some of it, instead of having you grazing lightly into her skin the entire time, but Robin didn’t really mind it. She ate a few beads of her treat, enjoying the sweet taste, and realising how you got so addicted into just zoning out and sucking- oh my god Robin stop thinking of that shit!- but another thought was swimming around the brain cell she’d managed to borrow from Steve now he was unconscious. One she was thinking about the entire time you both gnawed on the same piece of string, faces inches away. Until it finally just blurted out of her like word vomit, only half being able to come out as a flirty joke.

“Hey! Uhhh, you know! You know what- you know Lady and the Tramp? This, wel-uhmm, this kinda reminds me. Of that. Do you know?” Robin stammered over that statement/question.

You didn’t respond. Robin gulping, which you would’ve been able to hear from this distance. But instead, you sped up on the three beads that were in your way. And, with a nervous pace, and no thoughts, Robin ate the last one on her side. Only able to sit there and breathe, in anxious shock, until you finally made your way closer, and, after eating the final bead that was pressed against Robin’s lips, you kissed her.

Gently dipping yourself into her mouth, you took Robin’s lips into your own. And Robin’s nerves were quickly replaced by a love she’d needed for so long. Eyes slipping shut as she took in this moment fully, at what she’d been waiting and longing for, Robin quickly kissed you back. The kiss was nothing but even, and deep, and full of love.

She moved her lips against your own, the thick feeling of your lips making Robin feel full, as she moved from hanging onto your bottom lip, to brushing your top one. You tasted just like she dreamed. Robin kissed you back with the same paced ardour as you both moved around. The smallest kissing sound coming as you both barely moved your lips away, only escaping as you moved around. Robin takes your cheek in her hand, as she’s wanted to do for so long, the other picking up your hand that she finds even blind, to hold it. Rubbing it, feeling you, as your other hand goes to her neck. Your thumb rubs Robin’s jaw, and she sighs into your kiss. That sound, finally causing her lips to stutter. And she opens her eyes as you two only just pull your lips away.

Robin’s eyes brush up and down your face. Her hand shuffling to hold your cheek more, nervous but knowing you weren’t going to move away, wanting to hold you like she’d wanted for so long. You raised your held hand to Robin’s own cheek, caressing her warm skin as you kept her hand with your own, and watched as Robin’s eyes fluttered shut, leaning cravingly into your palm, eyes open as she searched yours. Finding that hooded and finally resolved look in them.

Robin always fantasised what her first words would be after she kissed you. But she should’ve known she’d never have been able to be that cool after. “I... I’ve wanted to... I mean, do you- do you feel the same way? I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” She asked, eyes crinkling with tears she dared herself not to come. She didn’t know if she could handle it if you didn’t feel the same way. Not after this. If she’d just thrown herself out there, only to get rejected now.

Only Robin was met with your hands cradling her face so lovingly, so... domestically, that she couldn’t help but sigh against your face. “Robin. I’ve been flirting with you since the day we met. Did you really not notice?”

Robin didn’t know whether to smile or cry. She was afraid she’d do both. Although she didn’t think the snot and sweat combination would do great for her second kiss. “But- I’ve been flirting with you too! I mean, well... I’ve been trying.” Robin’s head bowed down, her freckled cheeks heated. “I thought- I just thought you didn’t...”

“Robin, sweetheart.” You gently lifted her head up, and any shame Robin felt dissipated at hearing you call her that. Her blue eyes watery as she searched yours.

“I get it. I wasn’t sure too... But I could never not love you. I mean... how would that even be possible!” You cracked a smile, trying to make it big, although you felt your eyes stinging now too. Especially when Robin laughed, and a few tears finally spilled down her rosy cheeks. You just thought she looked so beautiful.

“Damn that sapphic curse.” Robin joked, wiping her tears with the back of her hand, only to feel her heart thud in shock when you suddenly leaned forward, and kissed that tear stain right off her cheek. Although she gussed she shouldn’t be shocked by it anymore. ...The thought made her smile even greater.

“Damn right. How could you think I’d want to be any less than your girlfriend? What a ridiculous thought. Glad we broke that damn curse.”

And this time, Robin wasn’t going to be caught rambling. She did the thing she’d planned to do this entire weekend, that she’d wanted to do the first time you walked into her store. She made that big definite move, as Robin pulled your cheeks close, and kissed you first.

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