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redtapesworstnightmare · 5 months

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cut me slack (i've watched your heart stop)

In which Eddie gets The Call from Cedars-Sinai while he's off work thanks to a healing injury. Being Buck's emergency contact is suddenly a very real thing.

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tags: Major Character Injury, Hurt Evan "Buck" Buckley, Evan "Buck" Buckley Whump, Stressed Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV), Eddie Diaz Needs a Hug (9-1-1 TV)Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together, Eddie Diaz is Evan Buckley's emergency contact, We all know it, so why won't the writers give us emergency contact content, anyway, Medical Inaccuracies, Hospitals, tiny bit of emotional hurt/comfort, buck just needs some help understanding that he! is worth! being helped!

When Eddie’s cell phone rings on the coffee table, he almost doesn’t answer it. He’s honestly not sure he has the mental capacity to be civil to someone trying to check on his well-being after spending the last half hour fighting his dryer, which he swears has it out for him. He’s aware that it was probably a stupid thing to be doing with a very freshly healed wrist fracture, but he’s going out of his mind being stuck at home and knowing he’s still got another couple weeks minimum off work.

He misses his team.

Maybe that’s what drives him to glance over at his cell and see the caller ID: Cedars Sinai Hospital. The location directly underneath indicates the caller is in Los Angeles, which is a fact Eddie knows very well. He’s been there too many times for too many terrible reasons.

Seems he’s about to be there again.

��This is Eddie Diaz,” he answers, already half-breathless. He can feel the beginnings of that same feeling he’d had in the suit shop, those tendrils grabbing at every corner of his chest and pulling it in on itself, but, in a move that would make Frank proud, Eddie validates his own panic and breathes through it.

“Mr. Diaz, my name is Deirdre, I’m an RN at Cedars-Sinai. Could you verify your date of birth for me?” Eddie blinks, nearly forgetting his own birthday.

“I- uh, 5-17-89,” he stutters out, absently realizing that being forced to recall the date has oddly helped to settle his panic for the moment. “Can you tell me what this is about?”

“Thanks so much, Mr. Diaz,” Deirdre says. “I’m calling on behalf of Evan Buckley, you are listed as the primary for… let’s see, pretty much every form of contact on here, actually, for an Evan Buckley, this something you were aware of?”

“I- yes, yeah, we’re each other’s- how bad is it?” Eddie doesn’t finish a single thought but Deirdre doesn’t even miss a beat.

“Well, unfortunately I am calling you specifically for your role as Mr. Buckley’s power of attorney. He does need a couple of decisions made about his care that he’s not fit for at the moment. If you’re able to get here soon that would be best, I can’t tell you much over the phone.” To her credit, Deirdre does sound apologetic, and Eddie’s panic has begun to ratchet back up.

“I’ll be there as fast as I can, is he- please, how bad?” Eddie repeats.

“Let me put it this way–we took the time to get a POA here instead of just following full emergency protocol. He needs a lot of help, but he has time for someone close to him to weigh the options and make the decision he would want.” Somehow, that doesn’t make Eddie feel much better at all. “Listen, there’s a note here that you’re a firefighter,” Eddie’s heart aches, he was so close to having Buck’s back again, “so you and I both know I can make no promises. But he’s holding steady and in great hands until you get here.”

By the time Eddie has let Carla know she needs to keep Chris overnight or drop him off with Pepa (a very rushed affair, and Eddie is honestly not sure Carla had even finished processing his words by the time he was hanging up) and gotten himself and his truck in one piece to Cedars-Sinai, it’s been no more than half an hour and yet an entire lifetime since Deirdre first called. He charges in the front doors and past the front desk to the first nurse’s station he spots with an unerring path, so clearly familiar with the space that neither receptionist stops him. By some stroke of luck, a nurse with a nametag that says Deirdre with a big blue RN tag hanging below it is standing at a computer on a rolling table just to the side of the station, and Eddie walks right up to her.

“My name is Eddie, I think we spoke earlier,” he says, cringing at the slight wobble in his voice. Deirdre’s already kind face splits into a smile.

“We did indeed,” she answers kindly. She’s got a soft Southern accent that didn’t really register on the phone and it catches Eddie off-guard in a hospital in the heart of Los Angeles. “I didn’t see you check in or I would’ve had Mr. Buckley’s chart up.” Eddie winces.

“I, uh-” he clears his throat. “I apologize, ma’am, I’m here a lot and I kind of just charged on back,” he says, and Deirdre’s smile turns amused.

“You firefighters, you’re all the same,” she teases as she taps around on her computer. “Alright, you’re all checked in, I’ll swing by to grab you a visitor’s badge after I get you up to speed and get things rolling with Mr. Buckley.” Eddie nods, realizing he’s fallen into parade rest in front of Deirdre’s little mobile station. It’s something he rarely does anymore–something he really only falls back to in uncertain moments.

“Alright, first things first…”

Eddie’s ass is numb.

Buck had gone into surgery almost two hours prior, and Eddie’s had enough time to sort through all of the frantic texts and voicemails from his team that he’d missed–while wrestling the stupid fucking dryer, which he’s never going to stop being angry about–and update Carla, who promised to explain things to Christopher.

Even two hours later, Eddie’s head is still swimming from the sheer amount of paperwork he’d signed, which had taken nearly the first forty-five minutes after Buck had been wheeled off. Eddie’d had to consent to about four different surgical plans and a backup for each, and he still can’t decide whether his medical knowledge was a blessing or a curse for his conversations with Deirdre and Buck’s doctors as they ran through Buck’s injuries and how they wanted to fix them.

The story from the medical team was purely clinical, just the run-down of the torn ligaments in Buck’s elbow and shoulder, severe burns on his neck, and “somewhere between moderate and severe” concussion–not to mention the general internal bruising to a not-insignificant portion of his organs and the swelling along his spinal cord that would likely lead to temporary paralysis but should subside on its own before Buck leaves the hospital. The story that Eddie got once he got a hold of Bobby was worse, so much worse, and his words are still on repeat in Eddie’s brain.

“Bobby, you’ve gotta tell me what happened,” Eddie finally pleads after five minutes of Bobby attempting to placate him without a direct answer about how Buck had gotten so injured. There’s a pause, and then Bobby finally releases a long, pained breath.

“It was a house fire. We were on the second floor, and we just kept uncovering more code violations every time we walked into a room to clear it.” Eddie winces; he’s seen his fair share of those, and it never gets easier to see a situation so preventable become so deadly. “A patch of the floor couldn’t hold the weight of Buck plus his turnouts, and it gave out right underneath him.”

“I’m guessing the elbow and shoulder injuries are from trying to catch himself?” Eddie realizes, knowing damn well that, for all of Buck’s clumsiness, the man’s reflexes on the job are impeccable. Bobby makes a noise of agreement.

“I swear I heard at least two different things snap by the time he finally lost his grip, and then- God, the sound when he hit the ground…” Bobby trails off, another shaky breath escaping. “He landed flat out on his back all the way in the basement and lost his helmet somewhere on the way down.”

Eddie feels like he can’t breathe.

“I’m not even sure how the burn on his neck got there–we finally got him out and it was just there. He must’ve hit something on his way down.”

Buck had stirred once while Eddie was working through the plan with his doctors, letting out a groan and turning his head a little towards the sound of Eddie’s voice as if even while unconscious he could feel Eddie’s stress. Eddie had just tightened his grip on Buck’s hand and brushed the curls off his forehead with the other, murmuring softly. Buck had settled quickly, and Deirdre had had a very soft look on her face when he’d turned his attention back to the task at hand.

At about hour three, Maddie finally arrives, murmuring hushed apologies about shift work and childcare that Eddie waves away. She pulls him into a hug, and the sisterly affection is grounding in a way he hadn’t been expecting.

“How is he?” she asks him as she settles in the chair next to him. Eddie’s not sure how much she knows, and he thinks for a moment, wondering how much to let on without her asking.

“I- well, not great,” Eddie finally settles on, wincing as it comes out. “He’s in for a long surgery, but his doctors were using way more when than if, you know?” He knows Maddie will catch his drift, nurse-turned-dispatcher brain intimately familiar with the language of medical professionals. She nods immediately, relief clear on her face even through the obvious worry. “His injuries are pretty extensive, but the surgical plan is thorough as hell.” Maddie snorts, knowing smile on her face.

“Isn’t being his power of attorney fun?” she asks teasingly. “He’s never been one for simple medical care.” Eddie chuckles, running a hand through his hair.

“God, isn’t that the truth,” he says. “Nothing else I’d rather do, though. I like knowing what’s going on with him, y’know? Especially after-” he cuts himself off. Maddie still understands immediately.

“Especially after he went and died?” she says, and it catches Eddie a little off-guard.

“I- well, yeah,” Eddie says. “And I know you probably want to know just as much, you went through it too-”

“But I only knew the aftermath,” Maddie says gently. “By the time I knew he’d died, I had a heart monitor to watch for reassurance. You-” Maddie pauses. “You had to sit through not knowing if there was gonna be a heartbeat to watch again.” Eddie releases a long, shaky breath.

“It was- it was so bad,” he admits, surprising himself. “I’ve been through hell but it honestly does not compare to those three minutes and seventeen seconds without him.” Maddie’s got a calculating look on her face, and then it lifts into a soft smile.

“You love my brother the way he deserves to be loved,” Maddie says. Eddie’s heart jolts.

He- he does love Buck, he supposes, if he thinks too hard about it. Which is why he doesn’t, probably, because he had vowed never to think of a friend like that again ever since he and Trent had kissed in the seventh grade–and then Trent had promptly ended the best friendship Eddie had ever had.

(Trent is out and proud now, which Eddie only knows because the guy had reached out over Facebook to apologize–and ask to meet for drinks.

Eddie thinks he might’ve given the guy a chance if he hadn’t had Buck in his life.)

“I don’t know if it’ll ever be as much as he deserves,” Eddie finally says, “but I do know he’s the best thing that ever happened to me and Chris.”

“Honey, I apologize, I just realized I forgot to pass along the message from your crew,” Deirdre says, popping her head into Buck’s still-empty hospital room just as it’s going on hour five of surgery. Maddie had left, needing to go look after Jee-Yun but demanding any updates and swearing she’d be back within a couple hours. “They wanted me to make sure you knew they’d be here as soon as they could, but your captain was having trouble getting things covered.” Eddie nods.

“Don’t worry, Bobby let me know over the phone,” he assures Deirdre. Bobby had apologized profusely even as Eddie had tried to reassure the man that it was okay, there wasn’t much to be done at the hospital anyway.

“Oh, good,” she says. “It sounded like they were running with a skeleton crew even before your boy landed himself here, and LA has just gone wild today. My ER’s been busier’n a stump-tailed bull during fly season.” Eddie has to huff a laugh at that, exhausted as he is. The remnants of an accent and the phrases that can only come from life as a Southerner flowing from Deirdre’s mouth are making Eddie feel at home–he’s pretty sure his own long-forgotten Southern twang has crept back in on some of his words in a way it hadn’t since his early Army days. “Well, I’ll be back around soon enough–your captain said they should be here around now, barring the overtime he was already desperately trying to avoid judging by the phone call he was on as he walked outta here.” Deirdre’s gone again just as quickly as she’d appeared.

Eddie’s phone rings almost immediately.

“God, what-” he starts to groan, until he picks it up and sees that the caller ID says Carla. Shit, he’d promised to call at some point so he could update her and talk to Christopher. It’s a FaceTime, so Eddie tries to make his hair look less insane before giving up and just accepting the call.

“Carla, hey, I’m so sorry-”

“Don’t even think about it,” she interrupts, “you had bigger things to worry about. How’s our boy?” Eddie sighs, letting Carla’s calm voice soothe him.

“Well, he’s been in surgery for five hours now,” Eddie says, “but the prognosis was good. I’m guessing they ran into some complications. I’d be surprised if they hadn’t, and that’s probably why it’s taking so long, but so far I’m taking no news as good news.”

“That’s usually how it goes,” Carla agrees. “What do you want to tell Chris?” And that’s the million-dollar question, isn’t it? The last time Buck was hospitalized, he hadn’t even been able to breathe for himself. “Eddie?” Carla prompts. Eddie sighs.

“God, I don’t even–what do you think I should tell him?” he asks, scrubbing a hand down his face.

“The truth,” Carla says simply. “He knows the reality of yours and Buck’s job, has for a while. He already knows something is up.”

“Can you put him on?” Eddie asks. He decides he should probably just get it over with–and, selfishly, he really just wants to see his son. Carla smiles knowingly and calls for Chris, who appears remarkably quickly.

“Dad! What’s going on, why couldn’t you come get me?” Chris demands immediately.

“Hey, buddy, I’m really sorry,” Eddie says. As soon as he speaks, he knows Chris can tell something is wrong. A poorly-timed announcement on the PA system calling for a rapid response somewhere on the other side of the floor Eddie’s goes off just then, and the realization cements on Christopher’s face.

“Dad, why are you in a hospital? Are you okay? Is Buck?”

“I’m all good, buddy, but Buck got really hurt at work today and they needed me here to make some decisions for him.” Eddie isn’t sure how much more of what happened he can keep kid-friendly, and he braces himself for the questions Chris is bound to ask.

“What happened, is he gonna be okay?”

“From what Bobby told me, he got pretty hurt because of a fall,” Eddie says, hoping it’s not so vague that it prompts more questioning. “His medical team here is really good, and they think he’s gonna be just fine.”

“He’s Buck,” Christopher says, tone the same one from the day before when he’d said Da-ad, everyone knows Apollo 13 is the one that blew up. You’re thinking of Apollo 11 during a heated discussion about the moon landing. Eddie has to smile.

“Yeah, mijo, and Buck’s pretty tough, isn’t he?”

“The toughest,” Chris agrees. “You’re gonna stay with him, right? Can I come?”

“Not yet, kiddo, he’s still in surgery and he won’t wake up for a while afterwards, either,” Eddie says. “I’ll stay with him the whole time, though, promise. If I have to leave there will be someone else here until I’m back. I’ll make sure he knows you said hi, okay?”

“And tell him I’ll be there as soon as you let me,” Chris adds, making Eddie chuckle.

“I’ll tell him that, too,” he says. “I’m sorry I’m missing dinner with you, kid.”

“That’s okay, you should be with Buck,” Chris says decisively. God, how did Eddie get the best kid? Eddie’s about to ask to be handed back to Carla, but Deirdre pops in with a smile on her face that Eddie recognizes from all the times he’s waited to see Buck in a hospital.

“Hey, I gotta go, okay? I love you so much, be good for Carla.”

“Love you, too,” Chris chirps. “And tell Buck I love him.” Eddie can’t help but grin.

“I will, kiddo.” They hang up and Eddie looks up at Deirdre expectantly, making her chuckle.

“Your partner’s in recovery, they’re monitoring him for just a little while longer and then he’ll be back down here. I also just saw some familiar names on the check-in log, so I think you’ll have some company soon.” Eddie smiles and checks his watch–they’re right on time. Bobby must have worked some magic to get the crew off shift with no overtime.

If Eddie thought Bobby had sounded exhausted and frazzled over the phone, it’s nothing compared to seeing him in person. The bags under his eyes could probably count as a personal item on an airplane, his shirt buttons are misaligned, and his hair is sticking up in ways Eddie didn’t realize Bobby’s hair was even long enough for. The rest of the team doesn’t look much better, honestly, and Eddie has the urge to go ask a nurse for several cots.

“You look terrible,” is, inexplicably, the first thing out of Bobby’s mouth. Eddie has to fight down a nearly hysterical giggle.

”Me?” he demands instead. “Bobby, when’s the last time you looked in a mirror?” Hen snorts. Bobby doesn’t even try to fake offense, scrubbing a hand down his face as Eddie stands to pull him into a hug.

“He’s gonna be fine, Bobby,” Eddie whispers. “He’s on his way back in now, and everything’s been holding steady.” Bobby doesn’t fully relax, but by the time the two of them separate some of the tension has fallen away.

Hen follows with another tight hug, and Chimney pulls Eddie in for a brief but tight squeeze accompanied by a firm clap on the shoulder that Eddie reciprocates. Deirdre, bless her, had placed enough chairs for everyone in Buck’s room, and so as Eddie sits back down, Hen, Chimney, and Bobby settle in for the wait. Maddie arrives merely moments later, Jee-Yun settled with the Lees for the night, and goes right to Chimney’s side, tsking at the state he’s in from his shift. Athena’s with her, similarly discontent with the condition Bobby’s in.

It’s only ten more minutes before they hear the distinct sound of hospital bed wheels just before Deirdre’s smiling face appears in the doorway.

“Y’all got one more comin’ in,” she says, and Eddie’s entire body tenses. He’s not sure why, he’d seen Buck before surgery still covered in grime and blood. The sight awaiting him is sure to be so much better.

He’s still stressed about it.

“Eddie, you wanna meet me out here to talk details once he’s settled or should we stick in here?” Deirdre asks.

“Here’s fine,” Eddie says almost too quickly, and Deirdre nods and steps fully inside. The head of a hospital bed appears in the doorway behind her and she reaches out to help guide it in, two orderlies and another nurse stepping in when the foot of the bed makes it through. Watching them snap everything in place and switch lines and leads from portable monitors to the full-size versions is mesmerizing. It’s like watching a choreographed dance, and even though Eddie’s wound so tightly he thinks a tendon might snap, he’s really impressed by the whole thing.

“Eddie,” Hen whispers from beside him, “breathe, would you?” As Eddie looks over at her, he realizes how much air he’s been holding in his lungs. He lets it out slowly as she watches expectantly, and she pats his leg appreciatively as he looks back over at Buck.

Buck, who looks both better and worse than the last time Eddie saw him nearly six hours prior. The blood and dirt have been washed away, cuts sutured and bandaged. He’s wearing a proper sling now, one that has a cushion to prop the arm up a little and attaches around the torso in addition to the usual over-the-shoulder strap. Eddie knows Buck’s going to hate it, but he also knows a regular sling absolutely would not keep Buck stationary enough to actually heal.

The problem is, without the layer of blood and grime on Buck’s skin, Eddie can see just how sallow his face is. He’s so pale he’s nearly gone white, but there’s such a significant amount of bruising that a lot of him just looks gray. Eddie closes his eyes, breathes for a moment–it’s a gesture he never would’ve allowed himself around others a few months ago, but he supposes that’s what all the therapy is for.

“What do we need to know?” Eddie finally finds his voice to ask as he reaches to take Buck’s hand, deciding he’s earned that small comfort. Deirdre smiles softly.

“I’ve got some more paperwork so you don’t lose your mind trying to remember all this, but here goes,” she starts.

In the end, Buck wakes up exactly seven seconds after Eddie decides that if Buck doesn’t wake up in the next twenty minutes, he’ll call Bobby to sit with him so he can go home and give Chris a hug and an update. Buck has been out of surgery for going on 72 hours and while Eddie’s seen Chris when Carla brought some clothes and a snack, he has yet to actually leave the hospital since Deirdre called him. He’s sliding his phone out of his pocket to set a twenty-minute timer when Buck’s hand tightens around his, and he’s standing immediately, sending his phone skittering across the floor.

“Buck? Buck, Ev, can you hear me?” Eddie asks. He’s trying not to sound too panicked, not wanting Buck to pick up on it and worry when all he needs to focus on is opening his eyes, but it’s hard. All Eddie can feel is the way his heart seems like it’s hammering against his ribcage and his skin feels just a little too tight.

As soon as Buck opens his eyes, Eddie feels at home in his body again.

”Hey, there you are,” he breathes. A ghost of a smile passes over Buck’s face, and with the color that’s come back to his face he looks almost okay. The bruising is still there, but Eddie knows that beggars can’t be choosers. “I’m gonna get Deirdre in here, how do you feel?” Without letting go of Buck’s hand, Eddie smacks the call button and then reaches for the water that’s been living on Buck’s bedside table, getting dumped and re-filled every so often since Buck got back from surgery.

“Ca- can’t feel…” Buck’s voice isn’t more than a whisper, and even after drinking some water it gives out before he can clarify exactly what he can’t feel. He lets go of Eddie’s hand to gesture instead, letting his own hand flop around on his left leg before reaching back for Eddie.

“Can’t feel your legs?” Eddie asks, praying that’s all he can’t feel. That had been the doctors’ prediction, and if it were more than that Eddie’s not sure what it would mean. Thankfully, though, Buck nods. Eddie sighs, oddly relieved. “That’s what they expected. The way you landed caused some swelling around your spinal cord, doctors warned us there could be some temporary paralysis.”

Buck’s face drops a mile, and Eddie’s heart breaks a little. The gaze Buck casts at his legs is pure dismay.

“Buck, hey, look at me,” Eddie says firmly, and Buck drags his eyes back to meet Eddie’s. “Temporary. Okay? Should get better in the next couple days. You’re not done being a firefighter.”

Because Eddie knows exactly what Buck is thinking. He and Bobby have had a few conversations about where they went wrong after the ladder truck bombing and Buck’s embolism, how things got so bad that Buck felt backed into filing a lawsuit. Despite what he’s told Buck, Eddie still feels bad about the whole situation, but he also knows that it’s in the past and they’ve done the work of understanding how things got as bad as they did. In all honesty, now he’s just relieved that he and Bobby, in one of their talks, decided to form a loose contingency plan should Buck’s typical luck continue and land him in a condition where he can’t work again.

Case in point, the hospital room Eddie is currently standing in.

“Rest ‘f team’s… ‘kay?” Buck croaks out, because of course that’s the next thing he’s worried about with the paralysis addressed. It brings Eddie out of his own head just in time–as he’s answering that yes, Buck, everyone is totally okay and just worried about you, Deirdre appears with all her usual joy.

“Well, look who I finally get to meet!” she declares, bright grin on her face that has Eddie smiling reflexively. “Buck, I’m Deirdre, I’m the nurse in charge of your care while you’re here. Let’s run through a few tests and then I’ll let Eddie fill you in on the rest.”

“Eddie, why are you insisting on letting me put you out?” Buck asks, casting another look at the cane propped against his hospital bed. It’s about the fourth way he’s found to ask that question since the topic of discharge the following day has come up, and Eddie and Bobby exchange an exasperated glance.

“Because I’d be real annoyed if you tried living in an apartment with stairs while your legs are still being weird and broke your neck, and then I lost all my free childcare. Is that what you wanna hear, Buck?” Eddie finally demands, having exhausted all of his usual kind reassurances. Buck rolls his eyes. “You- oh, Jesus Christ.” Eddie breathes, knowing suddenly that there’s really only one way to get this through Buck’s staunch denial that he is worth any kind of trouble, and he was really hoping to not do it in front of the man that is essentially Buck’s father.

But, honestly, he figures it’s a small price to pay if it finally convinces Buck that he’s worth every kind of effort Eddie could possibly put forth.

“Buck,” he says softly, taking the man’s hand. Buck senses the shift immediately, eyes snapping to meet Eddie’s. Eddie can see exactly when he registers the look that’s being directed at him. “Buck, it is never putting me out to have you with Christopher and I. Do you hear me? We love having you there. Honestly, I wish you didn’t have to leave.”

“Me too,” Buck admits in a near whisper.

“That does not change just because you need a little extra help for a while. Okay? Certainly didn’t seem to change things for you when you were sleeping on my shitty couch taking care of me after I got shot.” Buck shakes his head. “That’s love, though, isn’t it?” Buck inhales sharply. Eddie swears he hears Bobby doing the same. “I love you, Buck. Stop convincing yourself you aren’t worth my time or care.”

“Okay,” Buck breathes. “Okay. I- Eddie, I love you, too. I’m sorry I didn’t get to say it first.”

“I think you needed to hear it first,” Eddie says, smile pulling at his lips. “I’ll never begrudge that.”

“Thank you for bullying me into staying with you,” Buck says softly one night. They’re laying together in Eddie’s bed, and it’s just over three weeks after Buck’s accident; two since his release from the hospital. The two are gently intertwined, one of Buck’s legs tossed across both of Eddie’s. Even weeks out from the accident, it had taken them nearly ten minutes to get comfortable in a way that didn’t put pressure on Buck’s shoulder but also didn’t press on Buck’s back in the specific way he said made his legs go tingly, but Eddie thinks it was worth it.

“Thank you for finally agreeing,” Eddie answers. He presses a kiss to the top of Buck’s head, still giddy at the fact that he gets to do that now. “You still up for coming to the station tomorrow?” Buck shifts so he can look at Eddie, grin on his face.

“You think I’m gonna miss your triumphant return to the 118?” he asks. Their second true, blowout fight ever–the first being in a grocery store in front of their entire team and the poor staff members nearby–had occurred the week prior when Buck found out Eddie was planning to push off his return to work in favor of taking care of Buck.

“I’m not a little kid, Eddie! Why is it that you seem hell-bent on treating me like one?”

“You almost fucking died, Buckley, would you cut me some slack? Excuse me for being a little cautious when I have literally watched your heart stop. And it’s not like you can do much for yourself right now. What are you gonna do, piss in a bottle when you realize you haven’t been getting up unassisted?” Buck scoffs.

“Oh, I just knew you’d be difficult about this,” he spits. “I talked to Carla, alright? Got myself on her schedule. Your technophobe ass probably wouldn’t know this, but it’s actually still pretty easy to use a cell phone even when only one limb has total function.”

“How are you turning this on me right now?” Eddie demands, incredulous that his distaste for technology has ended up on the table. “Excuse me for not loving your track record when injured, alright? You don’t exactly have a very strong history of taking care of yourself. Or did you forget about almost dying in Bobby’s backyard because you pushed yourself so hard?”

Eddie decides it’s time to stop replaying the argument in his head. The insults had only gotten more creative and finally the fight had only ended when Buck had worked himself up so bad he had a coughing fit and Eddie had promptly nearly tripped trying to get over to Buck to start taking vitals. Eddie’d had to acknowledge that, okay, maybe he did tend to get a little worked up over Buck’s health. Buck, in turn, admitted that he hadn’t exactly given Eddie a shortage of reasons to worry.

He looks at Buck instead, still smiling up at him, and lets the love he’s finally stopped bottling up wash over him.

“I just don’t want you to feel like you have to drag yourself all the way out there just to come home after like an hour,” Eddie says. “You’re still healing, I don’t want you to feel like you have to put on a show.”

“Supporting you has never been some performance,” Buck insists. “Neither has taking any excuse I can get to eat cake from the bakery Hen goes to. That shit has never not hit the spot.” Eddie laughs.

“Okay, alright,” he says, “I get the picture. I won’t stand between you and your cake.”

“Good choice.”

“So. Hit the spot again?” Eddie asks Buck, unable to contain his grin.

“You have no idea, Diaz,” Buck answers through a mouthful of cake. “Might be even better than yours.” Eddie scoffs in mock outrage.

“How dare you?” he demands. “Mine had a screenshot of my wrist X-ray. Yours just says Congrats on not being paralyzed! I can’t believe nobody called HR.” Buck snorts.

“Baby, if anyone were gonna call HR, they would’ve done it when you stuck your tongue down my throat in the locker room this morning.”

“Trust me, we all wanted to!” Chimney shouts. Hen cackles from somewhere behind him.

Eddie decides it’s the perfect opportunity to kiss his boyfriend again.

#911 fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #injured evan buckley #my writing #buddie fic

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transboysokka · 8 months

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okay let’s dive into this religious trauma lol it’s Brand New and I haven’t articulated it before and would love any advice or guidance bc I can’t afford therapy rn lololol

idk

Ok I grew up in a SUPER evangelical area like kids would stay home from school on Halloween and nobody was allowed to read Harry Potter… that kind of place. All the businesses would close on Sundays, you get it.

My dad actually wasn’t religious until I was 7 years old and he was Born Again and got EMBARRASSINGLY into it

I went to church every Sunday and like a Bible club every Wednesday where we no joke just memorized Bible verses and practiced proselytizing

My parents became missionaries and I spent a lot of my childhood practicing Religious Imperialism in Guatemala

I knew from a young age it was Wrong to be gay (trans wasn’t even in my vocab)

My family was REALLY in the Spiritual stuff which I still believe in because I saw these things happen but am trying to wrap my head around what the actual context might have been: possessions, real life miracles, stuff involving spirits and demons

Two important things happened when I was 14 which were a HUGE basis for the rest of my life:

1. I heard the word “transgender” for the first time. I looked it up and IMMEDIATELY knew that was me but had a HUGE freak out because I thought I would go to hell and I couldn’t lose my family so I immediately decided to repress it which I successfully did for another 6-7 years

2. I had a Religious Breakdown and was like “why am I doing all this bullshit do I even believe in it??” and then I swear to god (hehe god) I suddenly felt the Holy Spirit inside me. Like I’ve felt it since and I can’t describe it but it’s a serious light and presence inside me and I still honestly don’t know what else could explain the feeling

Anyway are these two things related who knowssss

Anyway I kept it up, walking the walk, talking the talk, pushing myself WAY more into femininity

In the first year of college I started IDing as non-binary just to give my still-repressed inner boy SOME relief

By this point I was SO over the proselytizing imperialistic aspects of Christianity but was still 100% in it for the spiritual elements

That summer I started working at a Christian summer camp full time for $100 a week (yeah, and they pressured us to donate some of that back to the camp) and it became my entire fucking personality I ate, slept, and breathed Jesus

I kept working there a few more years. I remember when the Pulse nightclub shooting happened my boss asked me to lead a prayer and I first of all had no idea why I was the one they asked lol but I also felt NOTHING about what had happened. (This memory terrifies me to this day)

At no time during any of this, did anyone tell me it was bad to be gay or trans. I just… had absorbed it all so much from my childhood that I kept pushing the narrative inside myself

A few years passed, I kept going to church and Bible studies, but I started to clear from some of that culty fog. Also my family was a lot less overtly religious at this point? My dad became a total asshole (that’s another post lol) and that kind of Killed the Jesus Mood there

I finally admitted I was trans and dug up those repressed feelings and WOW did I feel sick for what I’d done to myself for years when my identity was RIGHT FUCKING THERE

anyway I came out socially pretty quickly but was still kind of hush hush about it around home but also ASSUMED my family knew at this point, like they have eyes right?? (I was living back with my mom for Family Reasons and was sharing a room with my little sister omg ugh)

I kept going to church and listening to my Christian Music that I swore made me feel the Holy Spirit through all of this

People would give me Looks all the time and I probably was imagining like half of them at least but it still wasn’t a great vibe

I ended up moving to China and was able to find a Secret Illegal evangelical church to go to (THAT’S an entire other post) and I got really involved in the community there and at one point one of the church leaders was praying for me and asked god to like cure me of the confusion in my head and come back to my true identity or some bullshit??? that was so fucking jarring to me I never went back

I’ve started feeling more strongly about my weird feelings since then (that was like 5 years ago?) and haven’t gone to church since then but still tried to keep up the more spiritual aspects like prayer and reading the Bible. I’d go to church when I visited my family and would be fine talking to my mom about more spiritual stuff like prayer and following the Holy Spirit, etc.

My enthusiasm has been fading over time but I kept hanging on to “well I feel the Holy Spirit so this all must be real even though modern Christianity is so perverted from the true tradition but I still love Jesus so I’ll keep following him on my own even though churches suck”

And now pretty recently I’ve been like “okay actually no there are a lot of fucked up people who call themselves Christians and are just evil. I’ve been so hurt by Christianity throughout my life to the point that I denied my OWN identity for years without even being told to. I’ve definitely got some trauma to unpack”

And NOW super recently I have like palpably negative emotional reactions when I see anyone talking about Christianity or my mom mentions she’s gonna be praying for me or something. Like it seems like whatever trauma I have is getting worse??

I’d love to Get Over It…

ALSO if I ever told my mom how I’d feel she’d be so fucking disappointed in me bc she’s been drinking that kool aid her whole life and I CANNOT have my mom disappointed in me lol even though I’m pretty sure my siblings have similar feelings to me about religion

#if u read all that… wow good job #tian talks

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maiverie · 10 months

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i literally was thinking of all my heetuals while writing it 💀 AND HOW TO MAKE THEM DELULU LIKE ME 😍👍🏼

ur taste >> the bbb playlist 😼🫵🏼 MAI GIRL UR SO LUCKY TO HAVE THE NIKI ?????? COMING TO AUS , THE WAY ID DIE TO SEE HER , MY MOTHER FR 😃🙏🏼 I LIVE HER SM, WHAT UR FAV SONG BY HER 🤭

MISCONDUCT WILL BE MISSED 🥲 SUNGHOON DW IM HERE FOR U BABES ( HEESEUNG U DIDNT SEE THAT ) #misconductwassofunny ‼️‼️ ANGELS ???? MAI UR BRAIN IS SO 😻😻😻😻 HOW DO U THINK OF SUCH BEAUTIFUL IDEAS

MY WEEKEND IS STILL ONGOING LMAO ITS 4PM IN THE UK RN, BUT I TRAVELLED ONE HOUR AND FOURTY FIVE MINUTES 💀 TO A FAMILY FRIENDS HOUSE FOR A FUNCTION IM STILL THERE RN AND I WANNA LEAVE SO BAD 😂😂

FIRST OF ALL, I FUCKING DONT KNOW A SINGLE SOUL HERE, THEY INVITED ALL THE PEOPLE I DONT KNOW AND IM SO ALONE KILL ME PLS I BEG 😃🙏🏼

SECOND OF ALL, ALL THE MANKY TEENAGE BIYS MAKE ME WANNA DIE ☝🏼 LIKE THEY ARE THE DEFINITION OF CRINGE AND A BUNCH OF EIGHT YEAR OLD WERE SWEARING AT ME 😐 HAHAHHAAHHAH

HBU LOML 💗💞💘💝💞💗💘💞💞💗💘💞💝💞💗💘💞💞💗💘💞💞💝💓💘💓💘

MISSION SUCCESS I was indeed v delulu 🏃‍♀️ and HSHDHSHA the bbb playlist is um interesting indeed 😃👍 YES EEEEK IM SO EXCITEDDDD she’s so $:&;&29;72@& i love her sm 🥹 and omg my fave song kind of a basic choice but probably lowkey !! or see u never !! or plot twist !! WBUUUU

LMFOAOAOA NOT U CHEATING ON HEESEUNG HOW COULD U 💔💔💔💔 NAUR THIS SMAU DEF NOT AS FUNNY AS MISCONDUCT (MORE PLOT HEAVY TBH) and i gotta do a lot of planning for it 😔😔💔 she probably won’t see the light of day until BBB hits like chapter three or smth 😭 BUT WE’LL SEE AAAA

and omg i swear you’ve alr told me that you’re from the UK but that’s still so surprising to me 😭 idk why but that’s so cool fr HOW IS IT OVER THERE?? ALSO the family function IM CRYING SHDJJSFKX U GOT CUSSED OUT BY AN EIGHT YEAR OLD??? HELPPPP IM SO SORRY FOR KAUGHING WHDJEJXJA

MY WEEKEND WAS GOOD HEHE my friend came from a diff state so i was showing him around 🤓 we had japanese bbq hehe it was saur yummy 😋

#ask #@ : flwrshee ♡

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diaryofahomosexual · 1 year

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12:04 Oh also I had a single edible when we got home from his Nanny’s right, and I had an edible as soon as I got home right around 9:30, around 10:15 I feel goofy and around 10:40 I slipped into an hour and 20 minute time dilation [12:00AM RN] exactly like the two trips I told y’all about last time (I’m actually still tripping major balls; experiencing events before they happen so my brain processes them before they seem like they’re happening to me right, which makes them feel infinite, and making everything I see or do RN a BAD MEMORY like I swear to god I’ve been hearing my mom clank pans in the sink for an hour and then also hearing random bits of sentence dialogue just actual randomly, like I had originally experienced during my first bad high right like hearing random barks and sounds from things that DEF ARENT HAPPENING AROUND ME??? And bro this trip was the most wild bcuz I was the most aware of it like this has been absolutely terrifying to experience again?? But also I hate that I love it like the thrill of not knowing if I’m gonna make it out of the time dilution type thrill ugh I can vent abt this for hours

12:07 I want to write an essay about everything I’ve felt in the past 80 minutes but it’s so refreshing and also terrifying to experience? I don’t want to ever have this feeling while at work? and my brain confuses this exact feeling with how reality actually is? And that it takes the weed to activate it ya know?

12:08 And something more fuckign wild was that I can describe what I mean by communicating with the 4th dimensional beings now, what was happening is I was thinking something, and then the people and objects around me were reacting TOGETHER RANDOMLY to make a reply to.

12:11 So I was conversing with myself but with the surroundings? So I would think “Oh for this to stop do I need to ____” (ex: oh no I’m super stupid high again do I need to (and then I see a dog) and then a TV show or my mom and dad talking would SPEAK OUT IN RESPONSE “oh- yea-H”)) or Id think “

Life can be a totally different conversation between several dimensions right. Like a 4 dimensional one? The being that I just was right now, was talking with the environment I was feeling like deadass

12:15 So a thought talking and then a brain talking with the rest of the environment around it. Like life doesn’t matter because we are a conversation between those things too. And also I know I’m still high because I’m still having these conversations. Like my body was getting so hot temp wise when I was telling myself “Oh no I got stupid high because Weed is bad and always bad for you!!” And then literally the TV would say no in the dialogue. And just now I’m feeling cold when I was walking around thinking that was the best thing it was like playing A Literal Hot and Cold game with reality itself.

12:20 I’m very much in a wild spot rn because I’m simultaneously like Yo It Deadass Will Be Okay Though, YOUVE DONE THIS TWICE BEFORE AND YOU DID A LOT OF MENTAL WORK BETWEEN THE LAST TIME AND THIS TIME. YOU WERE READY TO ACTUALLY TAKE AN EXPERIENCE AND LESSON AWAY THIS TIME.” And also bein like “Oh my God This is hell because everyone is acting this way BECAUSE THEYRE TRYING TO STOP ME FROM FEELING LIKE THIS, AS IF I WAS DISRUPTING THE SIMULATION SO THEY SAME AND DO RANDOM THINGS LIKE RANDOTRON FROM RICK AND MORTY IS CONTROLLING THEM. THIS LIFE SUCKS FOR THEM BECAUSE THEY ARE TRAPPED BECAUSE OF YOUUUUU but then it’s also like Yo I’m just actually high as balls rn and other people experience the same high I do but going in a diff perspective so the high itself is different

12:21 Sorry for the LITERAL FLOW OF STONED AF CONSCIOUSNESS

#vent #triggering #thc #thank god I’m off from work…#RIP ME TMRW

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many-gay-magpies · 2 years

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the urge i have to write novels of groups' lore. is astronomical. if you ever plan on writing that dark moon novel I WILL JOIN YOU I'LL DO IT NO HESITATION WE'RE PRACTICALLY ALREADY WRITING ONE RN

oh god the reader-insert-ness of sooha in the webnovel is sO BAD MAGS. i physically cringed a few times. have a Lot of thoughts abt the sooha i wish we had because yes !!! a sooha with walls built because she has trouble trusting people !! because her whole life she's been judged and been an outcast !! a sooha who fights for her life first and asks questions later because she's just so afraid !!!! and a process of opening up and learning to be vulnerable and loved !!!!!! i also very much see a moment for her when she realizes that if the vampire boys with all their dumbassery/weirdness (and borderline creepiness when you think of the night-prowling) can manage to be the most popular students at decelis, hell, maybe she can too. sooha is a character with a Long way to go in terms of self-love too and i wish her arc could be dedicated to accepting herself in all her uniqueness and growing to be stronger with friends like her by her side. you know, instead of getting a boyfriend. i will not lie to you though, i do still enjoy canon sooha's positivity and bubbly energy. its fun to picture the dark moon boys and sooha like the "sunshine/sunshine protector" meme too, if you know the meme. just sooha w her seven besties that would kill a man for her

OKAY HEAR ME OUT. SHION AND JAKAH ON THEIR LITTLE CRYPTID WALK AND THEY DECIDE TO RACE EXCEPT SHION ON THE CEILING AND JAKAH ON THE FLOOR BC SHION SWEARS ANTIGRAV CEILING TRAVEL IS FASTER THAN NORMAL RUNNING AND JAKAH IS OBVIOUSLY LIKE "i am literally superpowered in terms of speed" AND SHION INSISTING ON RACING ANYWAY (jakah wins ofc and shion ends up kind of dizzy and motion-sick after)

-vrvr anon

NO ALL OF THIS. SO MUCH. id have so many plans for an actually good dark moon novel bro im not kidding like id probably make sooha way more traumatized than she is in canon because i like writing traumatized characters but..... there would be SO MUCH . and hell id probably come up with an entirely different backstory for sooha and the boys and how they were connected Before because the whole princess + knights thing lowkey makes me cringe HDJHFFJGF

BUT ANYWays. SOOHA. YES. the sooha we could have had........ *wipes away single tear* shes so beautiful bro :') EVERYTHING YOU JUST SAID IM HAVING SO MANY FEELINGS . sooha with walls a mile thick !! sooha who fights first and asks questions later !! yes !!!!! a sooha who's just. so constantly afraid all the time of being cast out or shunned or even KILLED for something she's not even sure she IS, and covers that fear with the biggest show of bravery she knows how to put on because the fear only lets them know she's vulnerable. don't let them know. never let them know

like you said though i do like the (webtoon) canon dynamic of her being sunshine and all the boys being her seven sunshine protectors (that dynamic is my absolute shit shjfbfjfb its SO sweet) but even then id like it even better if the dynamic was less focused on sooha and heli's romance plot and more focused on... sooha..... like just imagine. a sooha that's aggressively sweet and kind and cheery, a sooha that's unwaveringly positive, precisely BECAUSE she's been through so much shit in her life and she doesn't want to be the "evil, murdering vampire" that everyone sees her as, so she covers all her bad parts up with a sunny attitude and a bright smile, hoping that people won't hate her that way. she's friendly and personable, but after chris she always kept people at arm's length so that no one could find out the truth. this sooha still needs to learn how to love herself, and be vulnerable; how to accept that who she is isn't something to be ashamed of. hell, she might even be on par with salty defensive brash sooha in my head :')

[HELP i didnt mean to go and make sunshine sooha angsty as well but. really all my headcanons for her boil down to her being ostracized and attacked all her life and building up walls to protect herself, just in different ways. now that i think about it my ideas for a lot of characters (whether they're headcanons for other characters or ideas for my original characters) involve them putting up masks to hide their true selves/feelings so that they can't be hurt, whats up with that actually--]

OKAY NOW ON A MORE POSITIVE NOTE. i just got the very funny image of the "sunshine and seven sunshine protecters" image with sooha and the brothers but,,, she is ALSO very capable of killing a man. so like some dude comes up to her and tries to pull some shit and all the vamps are like "grrr hands off our bestie >:(" in the background but she fucking annihilates the guy before any of them get the chance to do anything. (sunshine protectors who WOULD kill a man for her but usuallu dont need to because she's completely capable of disposing of them herself)

a race with jakah on the ground and shion on the ceiling.... thats such a funny image bro im in love with it. and then at the end when jakah's waiting at the meeting point they agreed upon and shion finally, FINALLY reaches it (like a full thirty seconds to a minute after jakah lmao), he drops down from the ceiling spiderman-style, wrapping himself around jakah and knocking him to the ground while hissing "you fucking cheater" in his ear. and jakah (dying from the full weight of shion on top of him) is like "ITS LITERALLY MY POWER WHAT DID YOU EXPECT--"

#asks #anon 📝#vrvr anon #dark moon nonsense #dark moon

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pearl-blue-musings · 3 years

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hi i’m struggling a lot this week so i’m doing some headcannons rn cause i can fight me

Haikyuu!! x reader ; post time skip

You’re feeling under the weather and being extra clingy: Tsukishima, Suna, Iwaizumi, Akaashi, Kuroo

Tsukishima Kei

He just finished his shift at the museum and practice was thankfully cancelled

At first he was annoyed at all of your texts asking when he’d be back home when you know he gets to your shared apartment around the same time

But he also knows you

So he figured something was up when you were being extra clingy over text

And, it was just convenient he’ll swear by it, the store with your favorite candy and snacks was on his way home

So when he walks in, he doesn’t bother announcing he’s there

Cause he knows you’re not on the couch

He walks into your shared bedroom and finds you curled in on yourself, sleeping soundly

“Heh, cute.”

He softly sits on the bed next to you and carefully brushes your cheek

You stir awake and reach out to whatever was touching you

“You better wake up or the candy I bought will go to waste.”

“Can’t you ever greet me normally?”

“How long have we been together, short stuff? You should know better.”

You pout and rub your head at the pain in your head

He can’t help but kiss your pouty lips, placing the candy by your nightstand

“Rest up idiot, I’ll take care of you okay? Otherwise you’re useless.”

You playfully try to punch his arm but he grabs your wrist and kisses your palm, flustering you in your vulnerable state

“Typical. You’re lucky I love you.”

Suna Rintaro

He won’t outright say it, but he didn’t wanna go to national team practice that day

Not since he had to leave you in bed knowing you’re lazier than him when you’re sick

Not to mention clingier

He was almost late to practice because you wouldn’t let him go and who was he to say no to you? You were adorable when you were extra clingy

He may not always put effort into things but when it came to particular things he was all in

Like volleyball and you when you’re not feeling well and for sure when you’re horny af

So as soon as practice and cool down was done, being super exhausted on top of that, he hightailed it home to you

And just like he thought, you had barely left your bed

He snuck a picture of you laying on your side and holding his pillow

Quickly closing postmates after ordering your favorite, he removes the pillow from your grasp and slide into your arms so he can hold you

That makes you wake up a bit

“Rin?” god he loves how low and seductive your tired voice is

“Go back to sleep, I’ll wake us up when the food gets here. You feeling any better?”

You shake your head no and snuggle closer into him, your head now on his chest

You’re about to doze off for a few when you intertwine your fingers with his and whisper, “I love you Rin-rin”

He chuckles, kissing your cheek and snagging a quick selfie to send to his friends, teasing that he loves when you’re sick cause you’re extra clingy

“I know, bunny.”

Iwaizumi Hajime

You typically don’t call him at work, considering you also have your own job to do as well

But when his cell rang in the middle of the day and the caller id was you, he got suspicious

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

“I couldn’t focus at work cause of a migraine...”

“Go home, babe. I’ll try to call off early.”

“Haji, baby you don’t have to!”

You knew arguing with hime was pointless

“Stay there, I’m on my way to pick you up. And we can get your favorite, okay?”

“Okay”

Sure enough, he was outside where you worked, your favorite flowers in one hand and favorite drink in the other

You couldn’t help the smile that came to your face, seeing him in his trainer uniform at your work

Once you got to him you held onto him tightly and didn’t want to let go

He feels his jacket get a little wet with your tears

“Hey, why is my darling crying?”

“I’m just...so frustrated! The timing is so awful and, and”

He shushes you, walks you to the car and places the items on top of the car

He brings you into his chest and rubs calming circles on your back as you lightly sway in his embrace

Kissing the top of your head, he whispers, “it’s going to be okay, we can sleep the rest of the day away. I know you need a break and so do I.”

While on the drive home, he kept the music low and placed a hand on your thigh for that extra touch you needed

Akaashi Keiji

He had woken up later than usual, considering it was his day off

Which was weird cause you’re normally awake before him on days like this

Maybe he had missed you get up? Or maybe you were making breakfast?

Nope, it was neither

He gets up and walks out to the living area and finds you on the couch

He pats your head and trails his hand down your cheek and to your neck

“Love, what are you doing out here?”

You try to avoid his piercing and loving gaze

“It’s your day off,” you mumble, “I didn’t wanna ruin it with me feeling bad...”

He physically frowns as he unwraps you from your blanket to wrap it around the two of you

“Keiji, I’m not-”

“It’s my day off, and I’ll spend it how I wanna spend it.”

He draws you into his chest, knowing you better than you know yourself

“I don’t mind that you want to cuddle more. Let me make breakfast, after we sleep a little longer, alright?”

You clutch onto him tighter, the action making you feel slightly better but not completely

The both of you relax into each other as he kisses your forehead and rests his head on the back of the couch

Kuroo Testurou

He had wanted to surprise you with breakfast, knowing you had been working extra hard and so had he tbh

He’s fixing up your favorites when he suddenly feels arms wrapping tightly around his waist

“Well good morning to you too, kitten.”

Usually you’d playfully nip or tickle him, but you just held on tighter.

Odd

He turns down the burners on the stove and turns around

“Hey, babe you okay? You’re awfully quiet...”

When he looks down at you, still holding onto him, he notices you sniffle

He puts a hand to your forehead and sighs

“Kitten, it’s okay if you’re sick. You probably overworked yourself.”

He chuckles at the end, seeing you huff; hitting the nail right on the head

He lifts your chin and softly kisses your lips

“I’m making your favorite, why don’t you go back to bed, oya? I’ll serve it to you.”

You shake your head again and he understands

“Alright, you can hold onto me while I make breakfast and then it’s off to bed, okay?”

He feels you nod and before he turns back to preparing the food he kisses both of your cheeks

“You’re wonderful kitten. I love you.”

You smile into his and loosen your grip so he can make your favorite

#hailyuu x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima kei #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintarou #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi hajime #akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi keiji #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsurou #my writing #i did the thing

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insomnihan · 3 years

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han’s Entire Thoughts & Feelings on Dreamcatcher’s “BEcause”

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WE ARE F UCKING UNDER ATTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

there are no read mores here so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

ALRIGHT SO-

THE SONG WHERE DO I START WELL- I SAW A COMMENT SOMEWHERE THAT WAS LIKE ‘THIS HAS GOODNIGHT CREEPINESS WITH RED SUN ESSENCE’ WHOEVER THAT WAS YOUR BRAIN IS GINORMOUS™ AND WRINKLY- IF YOU LISTEN TO IT THE SLIGHT SUMMER VIBE IS TOTALLY THERE YET THE PIANO AND THE HARP (MAYBE I DUNNO BUT WHAT I DOONO IS THAT IT SLAPS) THE PRE CHORUS BUILD UP FAST AS HELL THE DRUMS ARE FAST AS S HIT THE CLOCK IS SO CREEPY THE GUITAR IS JUST ASDFFJGHLHKL;;’ THE DOUBLE TIME DURING DAMIS RAP THAT WAS LITERALLY™ AN ATTEMPT TO TAKE MY LIFE (they were this 👌 close istg) AND THEN THE BRDIGE…………………… SOMEONE TAKE THE WHEEL-

AND THEN THEIR VOICES POWERFUL AS ALWAYS AND THAT F UCKING DISTORTION S HIT DURING ‘FOREVER LOVE AND FOREVER MINE’ IS ACTUAL DR*GS- i dunno what it is but the instrumental being like that and then (to me anyway) theres such a sweet undertone (???) in how they sing and then knowing the lyrics likE I KNOW THEYRE OBSESSED- B O I DO I MISS A FAST DAMI RAP P L E A S E I FEEL LIKE SHES THREATENING ME I LOVE THAT PSYCHO NOISE B ICYJ- THAT BRIDGE IS F UCKING CRAZY SIYEONS AND HANDONGS AND YOOHYEONS GENTLE VOICES AND THEN S U A!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOUREALLYGOTTACOMEOUTOFTHELEFTGODDAMNFIELDWITHTHATICANTSTANDYOUHOWDAREYOUJUSTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

hello hello for the dance section i will be using THE mcountdown performance yEAH THE ONE POSTED BEFORE THE ACTUAL MV/ALBUM DROP- FIRST OF ALL THE INTRO sorry i have to talk about this theyre so creepy and doll like and jiu is so menacing lIKE WHAT THE F UCK IS THAT (someone answer me what iN THE F CUK did she feed yoohyeon)- NOW ANYWAY I HAVE THINGS TO SAY ABOUT THE ACTUAL DANCE-

OFF THE BAT THE MIRROR INTRODUCTION IS *CHEFS KISS* and then gahyeon choking jiu?????????? LORE????????? IN CHOREOGRAPHY?????????

LISTEN. L I S T E N. ALL OF THEM LIFTING YOOHYEON AT 1:29 LIKE THATS INSANE AND SO FITTING FOR THIS SONG AND VIBE plus yknow………………… handong doing a lot of the lifting………… 👉👈

this specific video doesnt show it during suas verse (which is like Rude™ but fine they show it elsewhere obv) but when shes singing and the rest of them are dropping down slowly………………… yeah-

THE CHORUS EVERY👏SINGLE👏F UCKING👏TIME👏 LIKE THE POSE THEY DO FOR ‘BE’?????????????? THE POWER AND THE GENIUS™ OF IT??????????????????????

DAMI UNHAND ME UNHOLY DEMON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the bridge…………… the rocking from side to side…………… whatever the f uck handong and yoohyeon are doing…………… it was almost like sua was controlling everyone right like deadass im scared-

THE DANCE BREAK PLS LET ME BREATHE

the ending with everyone bowing but gahyeon…………

BICTH……………… BICHY- THE VISUALS JUST KEEP LEVELING THE F UCK UP THATS LIT RALLY INSANE I LOVE THAT FOR THEM- the moment that mystery code was revealed and we were getting demented creepy carnival i waS V I B R A T I N G™ WITH EXCITEMENT the creepy scenery of the dark hotel lobby and the rundown carnival with the merry go round and teacups AND WITH A CULT and the hallway with the mirrors and the lights (like the use of SO much red and green……… the symbolism………) JUST EVERYTHING IS SO F UCKING ABANDONED AND S HIT- THE LITERAL MIRRORING AND DIMENSION S HIT WHAT THE F UCK!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT CREEPY ASS ROOM WHERE THEY KIDNAPPED GAHYEON IN AND SIYEON WAS ACTING ALL TWITCHY OR WHATEVER WHAT WAS THAT-

TIME TO SHOW WHICH SCENES I LIKED

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THE WHOLE GODDAMN THI-

(jk ☺️)

OFF THE BAT GAHYEON MAIN CHARACTER I KNOW THATS RIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

…………………… i just wanted to put this here-

i just wanted to put this here too-

HOW DID YOU EVEN GET HERE

id like to think that the real handong is one getting dragged away and the one standing is the doppelganger (for Plot™ purposes)

W H A T T H E F U C K

I DUNNO WHAT TO SAY OTHER THAN IM SCARED-

G OD WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE THIS PART WAS SO WEIRD WHAT DOES THIS MEAN WHAT DOES IT MEAN

HELLO??????????????????

yeah sure let me take this apple from this broken mirror where another me lies within the walls of this creepy hotel anD EAT IT

W E L P-

………………………………… F-

T H E M

I DUNNO HOW IM BREATHING RN-

JIU

whaT IN THE F UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS SCENE IN THIS SCREENSHOT IS ALREADY A LOT the way she looks seemingly unassuming and harmless in that reception desk that brown and white outfit (is her hair in like………… pigtails???) and then the smile to the instant glare you jusT KNOW youre gonna d*e in that place- MAAAAN BANGS OR NO BANGS SHES STUNNING EITHER WAY AND THATS SO RUDE………… the white dress and those red ACTUAL TALONS will be the d*ath of me

SUA

if i counted correctly she had three (3) different outfits??? outside of the dance ones??? white and red then black and purple then that green and black one??? i think of all of those i really like the red and the green one theres SOMETHING ABOUT THEM i think the green one with the big puffy sleeves more NOT BC ITS MY FAVORITE COLOR I SWEAR the green looks silky and then she also has the thing on the side of her face the pearls in her hair- AND THEN THAT RED ONE with the white sleeves and the frilly collar dude whAT THE F UCK LIKE I KNOW WE SAW IT A LOT BUT I WANNA SEE MORE THO……………

SIYEON

OKAYOKAYOKAY LOOK- THIS OUTFIT IN THIS SCREENSHOT I FEEL LIKE I SHOULDNT LIKE IT YET I DO????????????? two completely different looking patterns that animal print and the strips and then that big ass belt (???) around her waist like this shouldnt be like a GOOD look i dont think……… truly only She™ could make this look work 😔😔😔 i got A LOT A LOT to say about the red and orange plaid crop top and skirt with the different colored clips in her head but the only thought going through my Dumb of Ass Stupid Brain™ iS HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

HANDONG

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MY NATURAL BLONDE BELOVED this white dress and the BLACK BOOTS AND THE CHOKER SHE BETTER S TOP- AND DO NOT I REPEAT D O N O T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SPEAK TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ON THAT SHORT WHITE DRESS WITH THE WHITE BOOTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHOEVER STYLED HER YOU DONT CARE ABOUT ME AND THE OTHER HANDONGISTS YET I ALSO LOVE YOU SO MUCH the one with the pink dress dont talk to me dont approach me donT EVEN F UCKING LOOK AT ME IM GOING THROUGH A LOT RN

YOOHYEON

im really Dumb of Ass™ i thought that one pink and (maybe???) super light blue dress had a clock on it- BUT MOVING ON FROM THAT the space buns and whatever those accessories those are and the pink makeup this is sO- then the white dance outfit with those (mesh??? lace??? i just know that its see through-) sleeves and those big ass earrings THAT LOOK AT 2:24 the boots (yeah i gotta mention that first since i just ALWAYS have to mention them) the white blazer all those pearl long ass necklaces and whatever that is on the side of her face why do her visuals HURT SO BAD-

DAMI

bicth…………………………………… B I C T H- WHAT HAS THIS WOMAN BEEN DOING??????!!?!?!?!?!!?!?!?!?!??!??!?!?! THIS OUTFIT IS SUCH AN ATTACK I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT IS ON HER FACE THIS WHOLE LOOK IS SOMETHING ELSE™ her tattoo 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵 that bottom part of her hair is kinda clapped tho honestly- the pig tails?????? braids?????? in the dancing part on the black and white tiles IM DOWN YALL IM DOWN SO BAD AND ITS F UCKING RUDE™ THAT WE DONT SEE S HIT OF THAT DRESS AT THE END-

GAHYEON

IM GONNA SAY IT AGAIN LEE👏GAHYEON👏MAIN👏CHARACTER👏I👏KNOW👏THATS👏RIGHT👏👏👏👏👏👏👏!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THIS RED HAIR IS A BLESSING (especially in that high ponytail i-) SHE IS ATTACKING ME BUT YKNOW WHAT THATS OKAY- im SURE theres a plot significance to her two different dresses the mostly black and the mostly white but my brain can only register WOMAN PRETTY that white one in particular…………… the choker with her hair up and those boots…………… i saw it clear as day and im d wording over it-

BONUS TIME: B-SIDE TRACKS (thoughts and parts i liked)

Intro

i usually expect the intro to be like SUPER HYPE AND INTENSE yknow which it kinda is! however it is consistent that it fits very well and captures the overall vibe of the entire album the calm beginning with the bell like were walking into an establishment and at the halfway point it picks up its intriguing and the ‘i like you’ adds a subtle eeriness that adds just enough to make one wanna continue listening its v good 👌

Airplane

LISTEN……………… LISTEN- this is the VERY LAST genre i expected out of this group YET im not even a little bit shocked that they did this like this cutesy izone-esque summer bop of a song is a DREAMCATCHER™ song……………… YALL- THE AMOUNT OF SEROTONIN THAT ‘AIRPLANE LALALALALALA~~~~~~~’ BRINGS IS SOMETHING SO PERSONAL THIS SECOND GENERATION SUMMERY ASS INSTRUMENTAL WHAT IN THE F UCK- I FEEL LIKE IM RUNNING ON THE BEACH I FEEL THE COLD WIND OF THE WATER BUT THE HEAT OF THE SUN AGAINST MY SKIN AND IM PLAYING WITH A DAMN BEACH BALL WITH A COCONUT DRINK (I F UCKING H*TE LEAVING MY HOUSE) JIU AND DAMI SOUND SO F UCKING PHENOMENAL

Whistle

im pretty firm on believing these b sides represent different times of a summer day and this is the late evening or twilight like not nighttime but CLOSE- i thought i wasnt gonna like the whistling part but that only makes it catchieR THIS SONG IS MAKING ME YEARN AND TRYING TO RECALL LOVELY MEMORIES I DONT EVEN HAVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! then again……………… theres always usually a song on their albums that make me unlock and feel hidden emotions………… THIS SONG GOT ME MISSING A PERSON THAT ISNT REAL this is such a mellow yet so powerful in the way they sing and express each syllable- they all did so good on this song but i gotta mention dami again for her part like oH mY gOoOoOooOoOOOooOD

Alldaylong

JIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the way this song was inspired by a hug jiu got from yoohyeon…………… THIS IS NOT A JOKE she said ‘i wanna try city pop’ anD SHE DONE DID IT- i have NO IDEA how this song managed to hold so much joy and light happiness in every word and instrument used in this but im :ccccccc i literally wanna hug someone after listening to this 😔😔😔 this also makes me yearn for something but at least this one isnt unrealistic or unobtainable i dont think! there are some songs out there that make me cry from its lyrics and its sound but THIS ONE the lyrics and just how happy this song is bro reading the lyrics im about to cry for like the fifth time- they who im love so much… :ccccccc doesnt it make you just wanna hug someone and tell them you love them????????? that you appreciate them??????????

해바라기의 마음 (A Heart of Sunflower)

i knew FOR A FACT FOR👏A👏FACT👏 that they were gonna have a ballad for this album bc road to utopia didnt have one i will admit i was one of the 🤡 that thought jiu would be credited on this song 😬😬😬 ANYWAY- AGAIN WITH THE DAMN YEARNING FOR SOMETHING BUT THIS TIME IM F UCKING SAD AS S HIT why must this song be so powerful to make me emotional before i even got to read the lyrics to fully grasp it……………………… now im truly yearning in the Sad™ way and waiting for some imaginary person who i dont even know will even come back…………………… those damn adlibs are pretty as hell it was sua (and i have to mention dami again okay shes really killing it on this she woNT LET ME LIVE-) who got me feeling this the most like yeah…………………… i am a fool…………… im a fool for loving and missing someone who just disappeared from my lifE G O D D A M N IT-

LIKE this is COMPLETELY surprising album BUT IN THE BEST WAY POSSIBLE as its described it really is a ‘special’ album as while the title track still has their music style and sound theres still an element of summer (a very Terrifying™ summer BUT a ✨Summer✨ album nonetheless) like the b sides are SO different and COMPLETELY caught me off guard when i listened to the highlight medley YET this group of seven amazing and talented women pulled it off!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! its extremely obvious at this point that their steady and organic growth has grown VERY HIGH this time and (although im still very confused by how everything was released and announced BUT i digress) this different kind of method in performing the song the day before seemed to work?????????? I DUNNO WHAT TO SAY ANYMORE this section could literally be summed to just I LOVE DREAMCATCHER SO MUCH 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

IN CONCLUSION: LISTEN TO THIS ALBUM BECAUSE ITS BOMB AS F UCK

AND AS ALWAYS

#these are becoming harder to do i dunno why i cant focus 😔#i wanted to switch handongs and yoohyeons pictures as a joke but i didnt want people to think i was stupid and fake 🤡#dreamcatcher #han.txt #han's afterthoughts

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choibinn3 · 3 years

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get to know me game!!

tagged by: @tyunni

tagging: @tyuncafe this is suuper long btw so dont mind it if u dont wanna do it!! hehe

what day is your birthday? dec 8th, sunghoons bday 😥 (thats how i heard abt enhypen actually, my friend was like "OMGG u share a bday wirh my bias!!!!")

what’s your favorite color? pink <33 it makes me so happy

what’s your lucky number? 8!!! like my bday date :')

do you have any pets? no :(( want a kitty real bad though

how tall are you? skipping. no comment. next question.

how many pairs of shoes do you have? like THREE and i rotate between two ♥️

favorite song? kpop?? um rn fever by enhypen or ghosting.. non kpop would be amoeba by clairo (shits GOOD plz go listen to it)

favorite movie? not the biggest fan of movies, but im suuper into slasher films/horror!!! so maybe smthng from there??

what would your ideal partner be like? jungwon ♥️ LMAO

do you want children? nope!! love kids but parenting doesnt sound like smthng id want to do unfortunately

have you gotten in trouble with the law? not that i know od?? Dont tell anyone

bath or shower? shower.. i dont thinj ive ever taken a legitimate bath b4, always showered

what color socks are you wearing? soz to say this but socks suck!! also irs 11pm and im in bed BUT THAT STILL STANDS

favorite type of music? like genre?? no clue, but i typically like music that reminds me romantic pining (aka, fever ♥️ or around you by hyunjin)

how many pillows do you sleep with? pillows are four!!! plushies,?? infinite bitch!!

what position do you sleep in? curled up on my side hugging smthng hehe

what you don’t like when you’re sleeping? yk that sleep where like,, ure sleeping... but u feel awake the whole time?? and rhen u wake up fuckin groggy like uve just been lying there.. that.

what do you have for breakfast? no breakfast!!! 2 cool 4 that. also i wake up at like uhh 11am-3pm sometimes

have you ever tried archery? NO!! sharp objections should not be in my possession apparenrly. tch 😒

favorite fruit? strawberries? mangoes?? anything fresh

favorite swear word? no favs, jm too indecisive for that :((

do you have any scars? yea, i dont have a cool story for them though.. i was just a scab picker kid lol

are you a good liar? SHITTY. horrible, the worst. i cant lie dor shit nd it gets me all shcoked everytime someone is like "mai ure LITERALLY so bad at this" during a lying game lol

what’s your personality type? istp-t!! same as huening whoooo 🎉🎉

what’s your favorite type of girl? mean girls...... i jusy like mean ppl in general but mean gurls have a special space in my heart ♥️!! theyre so demonized but as long as theyre not acrually complete assholes (like homophobes, bigots yk?) they r everythint 2 me

innie or outtie? gots an innie :]

left or right handed? right

favorite food? no favs again!!! but SPICY FOOD YUMM

favorite foreign food? probs uhh Bún bò Huế!!! im viet so idk if that counts as "foreign" but omgg ITS SO GOOD

are you clean or messy? messy!! i feel like everythings much more comfy and natural.. not like too messy though

most used phrase? BARK BARK (not proud of this one guys)

how long does it take you to get ready? like 40-60mins... ONLY BC i zone out tthough and forgot im meant to be gettinf ready LOL

do you talk to yourself? Yes. i do <3 thats also why i read&write fanfictions

do you sing to yourself? mhm!!! esp when the songs too good i sing along or throughout the day

are you a good singer? actually, literally not sure at all. i took chorus since like elementary school tho if that helps

biggest fear? heights and commitment ♥️

are you a gossip? what does this mean. but i think?? i like heaeinf gossip but im not tonna get outta my way to talk abt it ?

do you like long or short hair? on myself short!!! but guys&girls nd just everyone in general look so damn good with long hair sometimes

favorite school subject? none lol <33!! school sucks this question pains me every time i see it on back2school answer sheets

introvert or extrovert? introvert, im a lil hermit all cooped up inside my room all the tim3 ://

what makes you nervous? ppl i like are cool!!! or like ppl in general, i cant even order my boba by myself dude

who was your first real crush? i THINK. it mightve been my bff from when i was in 5th grade.. idk if this counts bc i (THINK) but like...... i cried so fucking much when we stopped being friends. it felt like a breakup and im still not over it tbh (tmi?)

how fast can you run? not fast at all but i can JUMP

what color is your hair? black, still have virgin hair!!

do you like your own name? umm tbh no, but my screen name (mai) is my middle name anyways so i dont think that matters too much

what makes you angry? people who dont listen :( pisses me off but tbh i dont get angry often

do you want a boy or a girl as a child? NEITHER. if i had to pick maybe boy but NOOOOO

what are your strengths? ive been told im endearingly stupid (like twice by the same friend) and it stuck with me. like AWWW :(( U THINK IM ENDEARINGG??

what are your weaknesses? id say im too socially anxious, public speaking makes my hands shake and i cant speak so its real bad

what’s the color of your bedspread? like white with blue polka dots ^_^

what’s the color of your room? this nice beige color,, like the color of my blog rn actually!!!! i based it off of jungwons color scheme but ig this works too

#🏷.tagged #🍓.moots #THIS WAS SOO FUNNN #THANK U TYUNNI FOR TAGGING ME #ACK #I HOPE someone reads this OTHERWISE ILL BE EMBARRASSED #or like dont #THERES SO MUCH TMI IN THERE OMG

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exclamaquest · 3 years

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Would ya look at that? I got powers au brainrot now lmao. A few questions!

1) So I'm getting the idea that the remnants want to get rid of Hopes Peak because of all of the unethical shit, but what about Junko? And a few follow-ups, why does she go to the remnants alone and not with Mukuro? What is the relationship between those two also?

2) You said something about miu startin an uprising, does that include just the v3 kids or do the the kids join in? And do they eventually team up w/ the remnants?

3) what's the dynamic between mukuro kaito and maki?? Iirc you mentioned something about that a bit ago?

4) do they have like, costumes or something? Because with the whole 'hopes peak exploiting kids by using their public image to sell merch' thing, Id assume they just wouldn't let them go about in plain clothing?

5) what's ur stance on fanart?? I love this au bro and I kinda wanna draw something??

Rip that was a lot, and you don't have to answer everything obviously but I'm just rly curious abt this au cuz it's just rly fun to think about?? Anyways, thats all I got rn, hope you have a good rest of your day/night! :D

1) junko is portrayed as the dumb ditzy bad girl, same as her mentor, ibuki. she HATES it with a passion and wants out. so when the remnants "die", of course she finds them and springs them. and of course mukuro comes with her. what she doesn't count on is mukuro going back. they're a lot more realistic siblings in this au i think FDSKFSD mukuro isn't just blind devotion. she makes her own choices, even when it's hard.

2) yeah!! she gets in contact with junko after a LOT of stuff goes down and basically convinces them to help take down hope's peak in a more constructive way. there's a cool parallel of chiaki trying from the inside, junko from the outside, and miu from somewhere in the middle. she's making her own path.

3) i'm just gonna copy some notes in here FKDSKFDS

"Makoto refuses to take a sidekick and Mukuro gets saddled with two. Kaito and Maki.

In spite of not being the “leader” or paired up with Makoto, he still tries to fill the role. He’s Luminary, getting the chance to guide others! To pep them up and help them out! Tenko does not take super well to these attempts to be the unofficial leader. They clash a lot at first.

Kaito was originally going to be Makoto’s sidekick. Not even for battle reasons, but to groom Kaito into being the next leader. He has the looks. He has the presence. He has the desire to be the hero. What he doesn’t have is the ability to come back from death like Makoto can. Makoto puts down his fist and pulls all the strings he can get to reject Kaito and transfer him to Mukuro. Because he trusts Mukuro to keep him safe, which is more than Mukuro could ever hope for because she's a defector from the Remnants, and now she’s being trusted!

The moment they try to pair Makoto and Kaito together is the same moment Makoto realizes that Hope’s Peak truly doesn’t care about them. They’re setting Kaito up to be a martyr. He's brash and stubborn and self-sacrificing and so so so starry eyed when it comes to Hope’s Peak and powers and he is going to get himself killed! And Hope's Peak knows and they know this kid idolizes the heroes and the school and the idea of being a hero and still they do not care! There is no way Kaito will not die. Even after this Kaito blames Makoto. He had the chance to be a star, to really help people, and in his eyes Makoto took that chance away."

and

"Maki’s whole life is for the orphanage. Her entire worth is her worth as a weapon, in order to support the orphanage financially. She volunteers to be an assassin in place of her girl best friend. Assassin training is a lot of torture essentially. Because of this, being a healer hits her hard. She's not allowed to fight because she has to stay behind to heal. She feels useless. She’s not being utilized to her full potential. This is entirely purposeful on Hope’s Peak’s part.

Maki’s healing powers are also a big part of why Makoto pushes for Kaito to be put with Mukuro. Kaito is gonna die. Might as well have someone who can help him.

Maki’s power is so incompatible with her image of herself. This isn’t what she does. She's a weapon. And weapons don't heal.

Miu and Angie are jealous of Maki. Angie subtly and subconsciously. She’s almost passive aggressive about it. Miu loudly. Miu calls her names at breakfast and she just takes it. Not only can Maki touch others, but she can help them.

Nobody gets what they want.

After Kaito dies or nearly dies, and then comes back he starts pulling Makotos. Maki's always there to bring him back. Until she isn’t.

Mukuro and her idiots. The four of them (Mukuro, Hiro, Maki and Kaito) work as a cohesive unit. Mukuro the reluctant older sister, Hiro falling into the role he usually fills and swearing to be better this time. Both of them seeking some sort of redemption."

4) all their canon outfits are their costumes. they're chosen to fit a specific image. most of them HATE their costumes at the beginning, and even the ones that like them (miu, celestia) grow to despise them.

5) i would be so much more than okay w fanart you have no idea i would love love love to see whatever anyone makes about any of my aus!!!

don't apologize i love answering stupid long asks ive got one im working on rn actually!! im really glad you like powers au theres a LOT to cover ive only barely scratched the surface of!! and good day/night to you too!! im about to pass out right after answering this fKDSKFS

#powers au #theo.txt #anon #theo.ask

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snarkwriteswrasslin · 4 years

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summer sizzle | morning, kevin owens [m]

[ prompts used ]

** as stated before, all of these came from some pretty amazing lists I found floating around online. I’ll have to actually sit down at some point and find them all but... for now, credits to anyone who recognizes anything from this prompt as one they may have thought up. The direction I took all of them combined, the unnamed OFC are mine though. **

Only one bed. Oh no! +“There’s only one blanket and two of us-looks like you’ll need to cuddle up closer then.” + morning wood + sex dreams/wet dreams + “Well good morning to you too.” + “I can make you cum harder than that.” + loud sex + “Were you dreaming about me?”-

[ authors notes ]

THIS WAS EASY BUT ALSO NOT. I started this like... last week at some point, but I kept getting stuck, going back to edit or change things and for a few days, I just ignored this one, even though of all the ones I have going rn, it’s the CLOSEST one of my wrestling writing prompt things to actually being finished. BUT. BUT.. It’s done now and honestly, I’m lowkey proud of it, even though I know it’s about to flop most likely. ie pls, I beg of ya’ll don’t let this flop.

[ warnings ]

18+ only. All children get yourselves out of here now. I mean this. There’s morning sex, brief mentions of body fluids and of course, bites / marking. Other than that, this one is surprisingly cute and fluffy.

[ pairing ]

kevin owens x best friend!ofc, one hotel room & one bed trope.

[ tag squad ]

@kyleoreillysknee

@rampagewriting

@writertoo18

@thatnerdwriter

@wrestlingismyguiltypleasure

@chasingeverybreakingwave

@xwicker-manx

@unabashedwrestlefics

@wardl0w

@cabotcoves

@adampage

@cowboyshit

@missjenniferb

@wrestlingthot

[ tag list | masterlist | about page ]

morning ft Kevin Owens + OFC

“We only have one more room.”

“Is it at least a double?” I questioned, biting my lip. The scent of Kevin’s cologne mixed with sweat was enough to call to memory just how fucking angry he got at Seth for no apparent reason back at the arena and I found myself getting wound up all over again… Thighs all drippy and slipping right off of each other. If this room wasn’t a double, it was going to be one long fucking night..

“Holy fuck, we’ll fucking take it. I just need to be out of that SUV. I’m exhausted.” Kevin grumbled sleepily from beside me. He rubbed his face - probably to keep his eyes from closing on their own.

“Okay, we’ll take it.” I plastered on my best tired smile and dug around, finding my ID and passing it through to the night clerk on the other side of the desk. Kevin did the same, moving to stand closer and pressing up against me as he passed his ID through. I just barely caught myself before I whimpered.

For a second, I could almost swear he heard the sound. But he was back to business as usual, breaking my gaze to take his identification back from the clerk, then tucking it away in his wallet. His other hand lingered at my hip and I gulped, keeping my eyes trained on the television set behind the front desk. The news was playing. It wasn’t interesting by any stretch of the imagination, but it did keep me from locking eyes with my best friend Kevin and having him read me like a book at that point in time.

Because I’m at least 99 percent certain that Kevin does not feel the slightest bit attracted to me. And the last thing I want to do is make everything between us awkward as hell. Which trust me, it would be.

He fell in step beside me as we walked down the carpet covered hallway in search of an elevator. The silence was heavy, almost tension filled to a point where I was having a hard time keeping myself together. Kevin spoke up, shattering the silence as we stopped at the door to the elevator and I leaned forward, pressing the up button. His chest brushed my back and I could feel the warmth of his breath next to my ear. “Did you whimper?”

“Huh? No. I might have yawned just now.” I said it quick. A little too quickly. If the look on Kevin’s face was anything to go by, he didn’t believe it. He shook his head and pressed against my back a little more. “No not just now. Down in the lobby. Because see..” he took a shaky breath, it was enough to give me pause for a split second. Was he just a little nervous right now?

He couldn’t be. Kevin Owens just doesn’t do nervous. He simply does not. I pushed the thought out of my mind and he promptly continued, a smirk creeping to play at his lips slow and easy as his eyes fixed on mine in the reflection of the metal doors we stood in front of.

“I could’ve sworn I heard you whimper, doll.”

The tone of his voice was enough to push me over that fine line between just a little wet to my thighs becoming a dripping and slippery mess. He chuckled quietly and I did my best not to tense up, to continue to at least try behaving as if absolutely nothing was going on.

Fuck me, I’m going to need new panties as soon as we get to this hotel room.

“ Nope, it wasn’t me.” - and saved by the bell, literally. The elevators slid open with a slow lingering creak as the bell dinged quietly. I stepped on and leaned against the wall, almost dangerously close to Kevin’s side and he sort of leaned himself against me yawning and swearing about the drive in and the snowstorm that blew in so heavy we had to stop in the first place and all I could do was try to focus on literally anything but the way his voice drops and gets so fucking deep when he’s half asleep.

How I wonder if he sounds like that in bed.

It was a can of worms I could not afford to open, not on this night.

The few minutes it took for the elevator to reach our floor felt like honest to god hours, the time passing lazily as both of us kept quiet and scrolled through our phones like we’d normally do. That tension though, that tension was building and about to reach a boiling point. I almost couldn’t breathe. And I was practically throbbing each time I could feel his breath against my ear while he leaned casually against me. The elevator finally slowed and then stopped and after picking up my things, I started to slink towards the door.

I could feel his eyes fix on me the exact moment they did. I bit my lip and took a deep breath pausing just outside the elevator doors as he took his time walking out, his bag slung almost carelessly over his shoulder. He gave me a smirk and I just barely managed not whimpering, smirking right back at him. I nodded to the hallway ahead. “Are we going? The sooner we get to our room, Kev.. The sooner we can get to sleep.”

“The sooner you can get warm.” Kevin remarked, his gaze fixing on me. I realized then that I was shivering and cold, no thanks to every single layer of my clothing being drenched by melted snow.

“Yeah… Definitely.” I admit, I got more than a little distracted by the mere thought of a warm shower. And then my mind just didn’t stop.. I was thinking about those thick and rough hands all over my bare skin and I got the most intense shiver I’d probably ever gotten in my entire life racing through my body. I tripped on the carpet a little and grumbled to myself, Kevin reaching out, holding me steady as he stared down at me a few seconds without saying anything. Then he chuckled, shaking his head as he muttered something I couldn’t quite make out.

We stopped at the door to our hotel room and he slid the keycard through the reader. The light changed to green and he kicked at the door to open it, stepping inside… where the cold air promptly hit us full blast.

“Shit. Fuck.” My eyes settled on the bed situation, taking it in as I tried not to choke on my own tongue. I just thought the night was going to be a long one. The fact that there was only one bed in the room just proved that not only was it going to be a long night for me, but probably, a sleepless one. And not in the way I wished it would be, either. I shivered at both the chill in the air and the realization that I was going to have to share a room with him and somehow, I was going to have to act as if I didn’t want him so bad I could taste it.

“The heat’s turned on but all I feel comin out is cold air. Fuckin heater must be broken.” Kevin mused as he turned his attention away from the heater that ran the length of the wall and followed my gaze.

To the one bed in the room. He coughed, staring at it intently, an almost amused gleam in his eyes as he did so.

Shit. Tonight really will be a long night. I pushed the thought out as I fixed my gaze on him. “You take the bed. I’m shorter, I can cram myself on that couch.”

“How about no, doll. I’ll make the couch work if anybody does.” Kevin insisted, gazing at me firmly. I swallowed hard when he made his next suggestion.

“Or.. wild idea here. We’re both adults. We could share the bed. For warmth.” Kevin said it so calmly. So calmly that before I even realized it, I was nodding my head in agreement… without even really stopping to consider the fact that lately, I’ve been having some very vivid and very loud, wet dreams about the man. I think it sank in what I’d agreed to about three seconds later and from the second it did, cue internal panic.

“I’m gonna go shower and try to warm up… unless you wanted to go first?” I turned back around to face Kevin and found myself body to body with him. My bright red panties fell onto the carpeted floor, catching his eye. He bit his lip and leaned down, picking them up and holding them out to me a smirk playing at his lips as his eyes met mine. “You dropped something, doll.”

“Y-yeah. I noticed.” I could feel my thighs slip off of each other. The fact that my panties were getting wetter and wetter by the second did nothing to help the fact that I was also soaked and freezing from the snowstorm we’d walked through to come into the building.

If I didn’t know any better… I’d almost be willing to swear that he’s teasing me right now. And that he’s enjoying every fucking second. But that’s nonsense. We’re just friends. I’m overthinking things, overanalyzing every little minute action made right now because I’m exhausted and I know this is going to be a long -read, sexually frustrating, night for me.

That has to be it.

On shaky legs, I hurried into the bathroom, shutting it behind me with a soft thud. I scrambled to tear off the cold,wet clothing and I turned on the faucet with the hot water on full blast. Given the situation I’m in, I probably should be taking a cold shower but… I’m freezing and I wanna boil.

I heard the tv turn on, it sounded like the last bits of a hockey game, and I smiled to myself, gathering my bath products and lowering myself into the tub.As the hot water made contact with my cool skin, I let out a soft hiss, my eyes fluttering shut as I relaxed against the back of the tub. I could’ve easily fallen asleep if it weren’t for the fact that my magpie brain didn’t choose to go back to the whole moment between us just before I got in here and hyper-focus on that… Take it further. Make my imagination really start to go wild.

Just as I was starting to let my hands wander over my own body, softly, squeezing my tits together and gently playing with my nipples, my hips arching a little beneath the water, the door practically flew open.

When I tell you I have never moved my hands away from my body so fast in my entire life… I glanced up, locking eyes with Kevin who was a little red in the face.. He wasn’t really bothering to cover his eyes either.. Then again, to be fair, I wasn’t exactly making an effort to hide my bare ass naked self from his gaze either and any bubbles I did have in the water originally had long since disappeared, so..

“You got a little shampoo, doll.” Kevin was sitting next to the tub, one of those big and rough hands gingerly covering my eyes while he took a cup that he’d grabbed from the counter and rinsed out the shampoo. I swallowed hard but I managed to get in a hint of teasing in the form of the remark “At least I’m not shitfaced like New Years, huh?”

He chuckled quietly, and I glanced up after he moved his hand, noticing that he seemed to be in deep thought. “Everything okay?”

“Totally, doll.” Kevin finally answered, reaching down and taking the wash cloth I’d been about to use on my body from where I’d abandoned it in the favor of a little hands on exploration earlier. He reached across me, grabbing my bodywash. After he got the washcloth all soapy, he bit his lip and half-teased, “If I don’t help ya, you might try to stay in here all damn night and I wanna shower too.”

But there was something in his eyes that had me biting back a whimper. Had me getting wet all over again and god help me, squirming just a little in the tub. He gave a quiet chuckle and leaned in just slightly, his mouth brushing carefully against the shell of my ear. “Lean up a little. I’ll get your back.”

“O-okay.” I managed to stammer. If Kevin had one tenth of a clue just how close I was to grabbing hold of the front of his black tee shirt and pulling his mouth against mine right now, I found myself thinking, he’d probably laugh. He shattered the heavy silence hanging in the air around us when he bit his lip and sat the washcloth down, pressing the back of his hand to my forehead, tilting his head to one side slightly as if he were puzzling something out and then finally asking me with a barely hidden smirk, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” I answered, biting my lip and barely managing to keep a whimper at bay when I felt the washcloth making it’s way up and down my back. I know he had to have felt me when I shivered at his touch, there was absolutely no way in hell I could hide that in time.

“You looked like you were in a daze.” Kevin stated. I swear I almost responded with exactly what was on my mind, just so he wouldn’t keep pushing. I almost did. Luckily, common sense prevailed.

I sighed as the warmth of the water hit my body, rinsing away soapy bubbles and with a laugh, I nodded to the towel nearby. “The bath is all yours.” and for a moment, my eyes lingered on his and I licked my lips slowly, taking a gulp as I prepared myself to stand and step out of the tub.

I know what you’re thinking… you’ve obviously seen each other naked before if you’re best friends… And you’d be right, but… Tonight is the first time I’ve shared a hotel room with Kevin Owens since I came to the realization that I was in love with him.

And lately, with my realization, things may or may not have become a little… tense. Awkward. Because my extreme clumsiness really shines through. Two times I’ve fallen in his lap on a flight when trying to sit. Just his breath against my neck if he walks up behind me and whispers something into my ears is enough to send my thighs slipping right off of each other.

And I have to share a hotel room with him… and behave as if nothing is different… all fucking night.

I rose up from the warm water, biting my lip as I reached for the towel dangling from his fingertips. My eyes were locked firmly on his. He stepped closer, making sure the towel actually made it into my hand because in my distracted daze, I’d misjudged where his hand was exactly and it nearly hit the floor.

If I didn’t know better, I found myself thinking all over again, I’d almost swear he was flirting with me right now. Between my lack of sleep and trying to keep it together as of late, I wanted to say I was at least halfway sure he might be flirting with me, but honestly, I didn’t want to get my hopes up and then make a move and discover that he wasn’t.

I wrapped the fluffy white oversized towel around me and for a second or two, neither of us really… Moved. We were standing there, both of us in a bit of a daze. I swallowed hard, tilting my head slightly, looking up at Kevin. “Are you okay?” I asked after a second or two in which for some reason or another I couldn’t hear anything but blood rushing to my ears as my heart hammered away in my chest.

“Yeah.” he muttered the word quietly, almost thoughtfully. My heart kicked up it’s racing a little as I felt his hand settle gingerly against my hip and he started to move closer. My breath really caught in my throat when I realized that I was moving closer too.

Neither of us were stepping back. My breath was getting shakier with each second that passed and with that came the realization that it was getting harder and harder not to raise my leg to his hip, put my hand on the back of his neck and pull his mouth against mine.

I even found myself toying with what harm exactly that might cause. Could it really be so bad? And he was stepping closer to me too.. Right off the bat, I shoved that line of reasoning out of my head as quickly as possible.

His hand settled softly across my lower back and I blinked a little, dazed. His mouth was moving in closer, about to close the distance between us. The knock on the door from room service Kevin ordered had us both breaking out of our dazes and springing apart. I could feel the heat rise to my cheeks and I bit the insides gently, trying to calm myself as Kevin hurried out of the bathroom and to the door of our hotel room to pick up whatever he’d gotten room service to send up.

By the time he was done doing that, I’d managed to get dressed and I was flopped on the bed, flipping through the tv set. Kevin flopped down beside me and for a good five minutes or so, neither of us said anything.

We both wanted to though, that much was evident in the thick and heavy tension filling the air around us. I almost said something about ten times, but I managed to keep my biggest question internal.

Because every part of me wanted to ask if he’d been about to kiss me.

We ate in silence, some stupid Hallmark Christmas movie I’d stopped on playing mostly for background. Kevin went to get himself a shower and I took a deep breath as I stood, staring down the bed intently.

,, you can do this. It’s just sharing a bed with your best friend, like all the other times..” was what I tried telling myself as I pulled back the covers, sinking into the soft bed. I’d just gotten as comfortable as I could given the arrangement, when Kevin came back out and settled into bed.

“It’s freezing in here.” I complained quietly. Kevin rolled onto his side and bit his lip, staring at me a second or two before nodding to the space right next to him. “Well, there is only one blanket… And two of us. Body heat means warmth, doll.” he pointed out calmly. After a good second or two of convincing myself that despite knowing this couldn’t be a good idea and it was only going to end in awkwardness in the morning, I moved closer. His arm settled over me and I burrowed down into the cover, getting as close to him as I could possibly get.

I must have been out in seconds, because I don’t remember anything else after that. And that thing I’d been dreading might happen? Oh.. It happened.

-- NEXT MORNING

“Oh… mmm… like that, Kevin.”

I could feel thick fingertips dancing over my bare thighs as I started to wake up. My ass was pressed right against him and I could feel obvious evidence of morning wood when I brushed against him just a little, wiggling around. The sun was shining in through the slit in the curtains and as soon as it hit me what I’d been dreaming about and what exactly I was still doing because of it upon awakening, I wanted the floor to open and swallow me whole.

But before I got the chance to slip out of bed and into the bathroom to get dressed for the remainder of our drive today, Kevin’s mouth was against the shell of my ear as he leaned over me, staring down in a daze.

“You got pretty loud.” Kevin muttered, stifling a yawn. I felt my stomach starting to churn and my mouth opened and closed a time or two. He smirked down at me almost playfully and I swallowed hard. “I did, huh? I’m sorry, I…”

Kevin leaned in closer, his mouth just barely brushing against mine as he asked me, “Were you dreaming about me, doll?”

“Kevin, I…”

“Just answer my question.” his tone was firmer. I won’t even get into just how soaking wet the sound of it had me getting in little under a second, but yeah… He was still leaned in, staring me down expectantly.

“Fuck it.” he chuckled quietly, his mouth closing the distance, my mouth falling open easily to allow his tongue access. My eyes popped open and the shock started to wear off just as I was starting to feel light-headed. I started to deepen the kiss even more despite not being able to breathe, rolling completely on my back so that I wound up beneath him. One of my hands raised, trailing lazily over his scalp and he gave a quiet growl as his teeth scraped against my lips, tugging. I could feel my mouth swelling at the impact of the kiss but I didn’t care.

The kiss broke and we pulled away reluctantly, staring at each other all wide eyed.

“What… Why..” I stammered. Kevin chuckled, his hand trailing over my sides as he pressed into me just a little more and shook his head. He continued to stare down at me and chuckle as if my startled state really amused him and I managed a pout.

Finally, he broke the silence between us. “Do you not get it? I want you. Have for a while now, just never said anything because I also like keeping the few friends I do have.” he explained quietly, his eyes locking on mine as his hand lowered, moving from my hip to my thigh, rubbing his fingers over bare skin lightly.

I let it sink in as my heart started to pound a little and that little sliver of hope I held out before grew into a fucking inferno. After a second or two, I raised my hand, letting it catch and come to a stop against the side of his neck and jaw. My legs spread, putting his body between them, a knee resting at either side of his body. He leaned down, licking his lips, a smirk playing at his lips. “You still didn’t answer me.”

“What do you think, Kevin? Was I dreaming about you?” I asked the question quietly, my breath catching in my throat as I managed to rub against him just a little bit. I heard his breath when it caught in his throat and when he grabbed my hips, rubbing me against him two or three more times while lowering his head to mumble against the shell of my ear, “Well, good morning to you too.” in that husky tone, I felt a shiver go through my body and I rose up a little, nipping at his lips, catching him just before he could pull his mouth away from my face. “What exactly was I saying?” I finally managed to ask the question sheepishly.

All Kevin did was chuckle as his hands worked up and down my body. My legs squeezed his hips, making him stop staring at my tits to look up and meet my gaze. He shrugged. “Let’s just say I bet I can make you cum harder in reality than I did in your dream.”

I really felt my face burn hot when he said it, I realized just how intense my dream the night before must have been. My eyes locked on his and I barely managed to whimper out the words Challenge accepted than he was already tugging at the bottom of the oversized shirt I slept in upwards, tossing it once it was off my body. It settled on the nightstand. I tugged his shirt off, tossing that onto the floor. His fingers hooked in the waistband of my panties, a silent tear rendering that pair utterly useless as he pulled the torn fabric away from my body, tossing it into the floor beside his shirt. I tugged at the pair of gym shorts he’d slept in the night before, managing to catch both shorts waistband and underwear waistband at once and tugged them down. Kevin rose up, slipping off the bed to let them fall to his ankles.

When my eyes locked on the way his cock stood at attention, the thickness of it, I squirmed, getting so wet that my thighs were slipping off of each other with ease now. He lowered himself back down, settling himself between my legs as he spread them open wide, a leg settling over each shoulder as he muttered huskily against my thigh, “And I know exactly where to start.” daring to sink his teeth in just slightly, his lips latching onto a patch of skin on the inside of my thigh, leaving a big mark behind that I knew I was definitely going to feel for a while after this was done. His lips broke contact with my skin to reveal the huge purple bruise already starting to form on my inner thigh. They danced over my skin, moving higher up my thigh, quiet slurps and his little groans against my skin sending goosebumps over the surface of my skin. I whimpered as he continued to trail a path straight to my throbbing cunt with kitten licks and little softer bites.

I’d always thought he might have a thing for biting, for marking a girl up, but having it confirmed for me now was literally making me a drippy wet mess, my juices puddling to the bed beneath us. I tried to prop myself up a little better on my elbows and my breath caught in my throat as I felt his fingers working me open, slipping inside me deep, thrusting and scissoring, little wet sloshes with each move of his fingers inside me. His thumb pressed hard against my clit, rubbing the circular bundle of nerves and I whimpered his name, my fingers on one hand tugging at dark brown hair as I rocked my hips against his fingers and the little licks he was now giving to my folds. His lips locked on each one, sucking and I moaned even louder. He was pleased by that, I could feel the way his mouth curved into that damn smirk. “Kevin, oh- I..” I called out louder, my words tumbling off of each other breathlessly, a needy whine to my voice that couldn’t be mistaken. “C’mon.” I encouraged, rocking my hips a little faster. It only resulted in Kevin managing to find a way to keep me still as he rolled his tongue over my clit, lips latching on. “Keep it up and I’ll suck your clit til you go blind, doll.” he growled out against my throbbing cunt, his tongue greedily licking me clean, almost slurping up every single drop of my juices.

“Is that a promise?” I managed to gasp, trying again to rock my hips against his mouth and fingers. His lips latched onto my clit and I moaned a little louder, doing everything I could to get more friction, trying to ease the slow and steady throb of my pussy but nothing I tried was working. And Kevin was hell bent on drawing this out. Pushing me until I absolutely couldn’t take it any longer.

“It’s a definite fucking promise.” Kevin mumbled against my pelvic mound as his mouth backed away from my clit long enough to catch on my folds, sucking until I was practically shaking and the puddle forming beneath me was growing. The orgasm was building to an almost blinding intensity and every single time we locked eyes and he thought I might be getting a little too close, he’d slow down all over again, chuckling as he shook his head no at me, that teasing gleam in his eyes. I was tensing, the strain of holding back my own incoming orgasm almost had me shaking all over.

I pouted when he stopped altogether, raising up to look down at me, slipping dripping fingers between his lips. I could feel myself edging away from the orgasm, but Kevin seemed to have other plans.

His hand lowered, circling his cock as he winked at me and then lowered his gaze, watching as he dragged his cock right between my lower set of lips. I arched away from the bed and he settled on top of me carefully, his hands catching hold of both of mine as he started to bury his cock inside me slowly. Teasing shallow thrusts with the tip only. If I thought I had control of the orgasm threatening to take over?

I quickly learned that I, in fact, did not.

And Kevin seemed to really relish that fact. It shouldn’t have surprised me that he’d get off on being in complete control like this, but somehow, it did. Maybe it was because I alone had a better glimpse into his less confident side as his best friend for so long.

“Gonna make you feel so fuckin good, princess.” he growled next to my ear as he started to fuck into me harder, even slower and deeper drives, burying his cock to the hilt deep inside of my womb. When he started to mutter things softly against my mouth in the French he was fluent in and I barely knew outside of a few phrases, I really started to squirm beneath him, also trying to wiggle my hands free from the grip his hands had on them. Pouting up at him finally, “Kevin, please.. I want to touch you.”

He ignored my simple request, instead, catching hold of both my hands with one of his and letting the other glide down my body, gripping my hip, guiding it so that I was angled upward ever so slightly. The shift in the position of my hips had me really moaning, loudly enough to be heard over the quiet and drawn out creaks of the bedframe.

“Does that feel good, doll? Like.. don’t let me crush you or anything.” he muttered the words quietly, a scowl playing at his mouth just a second or two, only to vanish when I did manage to get my hand loose and I gripped his jaw lightly, pulling his mouth down against mine to quietly drawl against it, “You won’t. I like the way you feel on top of me.” I bit my lips, rocking my hips against him just a little faster, a pleading look as I met his gaze and finished, “And inside me, fuck…”

The orgasm was built to a point now where I ached all over. I could feel tears welling in my eyes at the frustration mounting as I tried to do what he asked and hold off just a little longer.

He smirked a little, chuckling. “You do, huh? You’re gonna love this then.” he slammed into me all over again, deep enough to strum against my spot a time or two and then just to tease, he pulled himself out just a little before slamming back inside me even deeper. My moans had to be loud enough by now to be heard out in the hallway, but I didn’t care.

At one point, around the fourth time he did this, I caught hold of his face, pulling his mouth against mine just so a long and deep, needy kiss would swallow the fact that I was literally screaming his name. He chuckled, his forehead resting against mine as he stared deep into my eyes, rough lips roaming over my face gently, laying soft kisses against my flesh. “You wanna cum pretty bad right now, huh?”

“Yes. Oh fuck I--” I whimpered, trying to get more friction all over again, only to have Kevin use his hips to pin mine still beneath him. He chuckled, his mouth conquering mine before venturing down the front of my throat, lower, against my breasts. “Almost, doll. Almost.” he muttered calmly, continuing to fuck into me long and slow and deep. “So goddamn tight. Fuck.” he growled quietly, his fingertips digging into my hips now, holding me mostly still against the bed. He knew exactly what he was doing, not letting me move all that much and not letting me cum like I desperately wanted.

“You wanna know how close I am, doll?”

“Hm.” I nodded, my lips against his, our eyes locked on each other. My hands were all over him now, mostly digging into his shoulder blades.

He chuckled quietly and after nipping hungrily at the outline of my swollen lips yet again, he mumbled into another kiss, “All it would take is you, rockin your hips one more fuckin time.” he shivered as I managed to do just that, only so careful and slow that he growled against my neck and sank his teeth down, latching onto a strip of skin. I did it again and his grip tightened even more.

His teeth dug against my skin just a little and I whimpered and moaned, eyes fluttering open and closed.

My own orgasm was dangerously close to ripping me apart beneath him. My breath caught in my throat as he started to bottom out over and over.

I dug my nails in his skin a little harder and he mumbled against my ear, “Wrap your legs around me. C’mon.” almost breathlessly, the soft smack of our bodies meeting over and over again competing with our pleasurable moans and growls and the noise the bed made every time it struck the wall. I wrapped my legs around him like he asked and the tilt sent him smashing into my spot over and over every single time he fucked into me. My legs squeezed either side of his body tight and then tighter and Kevin muttered quietly, “You wanna cum so bad you’re shaking. Is this anything like you imagined in your dream last night, doll?”

“I, oh.. Right there. Fuck, Kevin!” I cried out, the echo shattering the air between us as he promptly dove his mouth down to mine, swallowing up my cries. “So if I keep it up…” he muttered into the deepening kiss, “You’re gonna cum all over me… Make a real mess of the bed for me… Right?”

“Yes, fuck. Please just let me.” I begged breathlessly as the kiss broke and he pulled away, intently focusing on exactly what he’d been doing before. “C’mon, doll. You’ve been a good girl, fuck… You can let go now.”

My orgasm shattered through me, making me cling to him as I erratically met his deep drives with my hips, rocking myself against his cock since he had put my legs over his shoulders by this point. I could feel my pussy clinging to his cock, the soft sound of suction and his quiet growls as he continued to plow me, slow and deep.

“Don’t stop, doll. C’mon.” Kevin urged, lust blown eyes almost blacked out when he looked down at me, hips stuttering against me as he leaned down, his mouth finding mine clumsy and hungry, his lips latching onto my bottom one and his teeth tugging at it. “Fuck, that’s it. Fuck, you’re takin me so well.” he groaned into the kiss closely followed by “Don’t wanna stop, fuck. You feel too fucking good, doll. So tight.. Wet. Fuck..” in a throaty growl against my mouth.

“Don’t stop, Kevin, please. C’mon.” I pleaded, just plain overcome by how good, no how amazing it felt to finally be allowed to get off that I honestly wasn’t thinking and didn’t care to think about anything else but feeling the warmth of his seed when it filled me up. He chuckled and muttered half teasingly against my ear, “As you wish.” which had me smiling softly, because it was a line from my favorite movie and he knew it.

The harder and deeper he slammed into me, the more I moaned and begged for it. The throbbing of his thick cock deep inside me as his own orgasm shattered through him had me whimpering, desperately slamming my hips against his own erratic movements, trying to drive him inside me as deep as I could get. My toes dug into his shoulders and as he slowed to a stop, his mouth found mine again, his tongue darting between my lips, meeting mine and dominating the kiss.

I lowered my legs and Kevin fell to the bed beside me, swearing a little, one arm behind his head as the other shot out, pulling me so that I was on top of him, holding me in place.

“I’m fucking starving.” Kevin admitted, just as both of our stomachs growled.

“Me too, but there’s the tiny problem of me, being a little sore to move.” I muttered with a soft laugh against his mouth. He chuckled in response, untucking the arm folded behind his head to lazily reach for his phone on the nightstand as he muttered aloud, “Room service it is then.”

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RWBY V8E4 LiveThoughts

And were back at it again, this week with turkey and Italian preserved sausage as a snack! Lets see what RT has for us this week.

Oh, 20 minutes. Are they normally this long?

Oh, wait, the openings almost 2 minutes long. Thats more like it.

And now to Robyn and Qrow. Seems Robyns actually liking Qrow a little bit now.

Guess the cells aren’t secured if a fly got into Schnee’s. This a “Fly on Mike Pence’s face” reference?

Qrow sounds more growly again. Did he get smacked back two seasons by Clover dying?

If by “darkness” you mean “Tyrian” then, yes. Also dude, its Clover. He was shit anyway. All the Aces are shit. Dont feel too bad about him.

And he’s got a point too. If Clover had thought with his head instead of his dick (yes, Im sure they were gonna fuck, Fair Games totally a thing), he probably wouldnt be dead now, and Tyrian would be the one with the sword through his chest.

But of course this is RWBY and V7/8 so things cant go their ways.

Ouch. Deep thoughts of Qrow. And some interesting stuff from Robyn too. I still think I’d prefer hopeandharmonizing’s Briar, though.

Marrows glare gives me life. Hare’s just a moron right now though, but thats no real surprise. She’s immature emotionally. Honestly, shes...kind of like a less bad version of our current President. Always has to be the best at everything, fastest, leader, whatever.

Thats probably why this is grating on her so much. Even though shes TECHNICALLY the Ace’s leader now (I think? Seemed like she was Clovers lieutenant, so by rate of succession she’s in command now)

A glance at the little floating control pad... “Clerance access only”. Okay, that...seems weird. Shouldnt it say something like authorized personell only? Maybe it means access by clerance only or something.

Then Robyn’s name, and then process ID 4591-27. No idea what thats useful for but its there.

Also Marrow seems to be the only competent member of the Aces rn.

Ah now we get to see some of the hills around Atlas. For those of you who have seen my headcanons on the Hunter-Killers and their base of operations, Fortress Academy, its out in these hills somewhere.

The music sounds like a boss fight.

The screen on Ren’s hoverbike reads “HVB Rhino” and “HD5800″ I can only assume HVB stands for “hoverbike” and Rhino must be its name, like how the dropships are Mantas. No clue what the number is.

Also apparently the cold in Solitas is so bad it corrupts machinery?

Ahh, good, some action. Lets see what we get now. Ohh, teamwork. And again, signs that aura allows you to move faster and farther than a normal human

Heh, it really is like a boss fight, like the chase scene at the end of the first Viking level in For Honor.

Oh, and it can call for reenforcements literally out of nowhere? Or is the whole tundra of Solitas just CRAWLING with Grimm?

Yes, yes it did just call for backup, Yang. Maybe these are all forward scouts and ambush units from the Grimmstorm. They did say its the biggest...

Another banger from Casey Lee Williams...

What the hell happened in Solitas to cause this geography? Seriously, its a line of bridges over a gap in two cliffs...that cant be natrual, not that equal in distance.

Man, those bikes didnt even last half an episode...I guess thats fair, they are facing obsurd odds. Or maybe they just want Yang to be the only one with a bike.

And there goes the dropwall. Woops.

Also you can just kinda see it but they bounce off the rock and thats why they slow down. Useful.

Also this part with them falling off the edge reminds me of the ending cutscene of Halo 4s Forerunner level, where Chief flies out of a portal and almost goes sailing off a cliff in a Ghost. Except here, the bike stays on the land and THEY go off the cliff.

I paused at just the right time cause YANGS FACE XD

Holy shit what are Ren’s weapons cables MADE OF? The one atop him is holding him AND the weight of his two teammates. And the one below has both Jaune and Yang. No sign of slippage or breackage at all.

Ahhh there’s the whaleship (Monstra? Fuck it Im gonna keep calling it the whaleship). So yeah my headcanon now is the mountain its right next too is Menachite, where Fortress is.

Oh hey back to the Schnee manor of all things! Does...this mean military invasion of the Schnee grounds. Hey Whitley. Lesbians are here.

Someone make a video cut of Weiss banging on the door to the “Knock knock open up the door its real!” part of that one song.

Hehehehhe. Nice Weiss.

Also convenient about the house staff. Good thing RT doesnt need to animate them or Willow now...

I hope the staff took some of the silverware and some paintings on the way out.

Why is MAY the one carrying Nora.

Ah so now they’re stuck out there with no cell service. Hehe.

Ah okay so the cold in Solitas DOES eat aura. Good, my headcanon still kind of stands.

I wonder, does wearing proper cold weather clothing (like bundled up stuff) help? Or does it cut right through...

Why is JAUNE the one hauling the bike? Isnt Yang the strongest? Or maybe they take turns.

Ahhh inter-team talking. Also, outpost. Hmm. Atlas one? Overrun if I had to guess. Unless he saw Fortress. Which I doubt.

I do love the circling shot here, with the light on Yang’s hair and the shadows on Ren. Its...really artistic and emotional. GREAT WORK RT.

Rens got points. And hes saying stuff I myself have been saying for ages, which is good. I wonder why this is how Ren is now...working with the Ace Ops? Being afraid of loosing Nora? No one tell him what happened last episode.

Also, Jaune’s hair seems to have gotten less crazy in recent episodes. It looks less like a banana and more like a close tactical cut.

Yangs got a point.

Ahhh and now we get to see the inside of the whale.

SALEM FOR THE LOVE OF GOD STOP SHOWING THE FUCK OFF. SERIOUSLY. WE GET IT.

...this is gonna be a really criingy torture section, isnt it.

Someones gonna take that “hound didnt break you” line in the WRONG direction

It is amusing the only thing holding Oscar down is the Hound actually.

Ah so they’re still searching the remains of Beacon.

Also I like how Salem calls them “her forces” as if its anything but a random bunch of expendable monsters. Like, bruh, you cant search anything with THAT.

Ignoring the boring chat between these two, notice how the Hound’s shoulder literally flexes and shifts when Salem touched it. I dont think this thing is solid at all aside from the head and the bone claws...the whole thing is just amorphous Grimm material that can adapt to whatever situation it requires. A specialist unit. A...Hunter hunter.

Yo what the fuck was that. Magic? Huh. Did we actually SEE magic for once in the show? Only took us 8 FUCKING SEASONS...

Doesnt seem to be anything but an energy blast/pain never firing though. I assume his auras still gone, cause its completely singed his shirt, but it didnt do much else.

...Im not impressed.

She really needs to stop touching his face, its creeping me out.

HAHA SHE CANT DO IT HERSELF SHE HAS TO RELY ON HAZEL BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF HIM. I think we know where she stands now, doesnt she...say what you will about her letting Hazel have his vengeance (which is very valid, even he admits hit), but me? I think she A) cant actually beat up on Ozma herself because she still cares and B) shes almost out of magic too. Its weakened as the Gods have been gone and shes been forced to rely on the Grimm and on pawns. Basically, once she and Oz are both gone? That’s it for magic. Remnant will belong to the Grimm...and to technology.

At which point without Oz around to hold them back Atlas is going to go fucking BONKERS and basically ensure the Grimm get pushed back into a corner and then finally permenantly STAMPED OUT.

More Whale insides. Seems like most of its empty grandious spaces. Or possibly muscle? Hard to tell. Either way theres a lot of open air in there...with tight corridors. If you fired a thermobaric warehead into one of the chambers the resulting blastc could possibly blow the doors off and send a raging fireball through the entire thing...Hmm. Filing that away for later.

NEO IS SO SHORT ITS FUNNY TO ME. I know its just positioning BUT SHE LOOKS EVEN SHORTER IN THIS SHOT THAN USUAL.

More note on the Hound; the “flesh” around its right shoulder spike actually sinks down when it stops moving. Its neck shifts and moves too, like the material isnt solid, but recirculating.

I also dont see any eyes. And it looks like it has some kind of...forehead mouth? Def looks like teeth down the ridge of its spine.

Oh boy yeah that...whole thing is basically melting in on itself.

I wont lie; hearing Cinder get berated by CORTANA (and yes, I still hear Cortana in Salem, espeically now that the two characters are kind of one and the same, both megalomaniacal leaders of giant armies, bar the fact that one of them is about a TRILLION times more dangerous than the other because one of them has access to Guardian Custodies and the other one is...well kind of lame and has to have beefy dudes beat up on small children etc) is pleasing to me.

Get fucked, Cinder.

And THERE is Cortana again too.

Neo Marry Popins’s Ya’lling is fucking CUTE. And I love her little smirk.

Wait the whale’s that close?

..oh my...hold on.

...thats it. THATS ATLAS’S AIR FLEET!?!

12 AIRSHIPS? 12? EXCUSE ME!?

ARE YOU LEGITAMETLY TELLING ME THE BIGGEST MILITARY ON REMNANT HAS FEWER AIRSHIPS THAN THE SMALLEST NAVY ON EARTH HAS FRIGATES? YOUR FUCKING KIDDING ME RIGHT? THERE HAS TO BE MORE SOMEWHERE. THIS IS A JOKE, A STRAIGHT UP FUCKING JOKE.

...

No, thats...thats it. Thats Atlas’s airfleet. 12 tiny vessels. I swear it was bigger last season...

...HA! HAHA! HA! Oh, Ironwood, and Atlas as a whole...you deserve everything your about to get. I hope you die SCREAMING, and that when your bodies fall bleeding and shattered to Mantle, the people down there will realize that, no. You cant just assume Hunters will do all the work for you

THIS IS REMNANT. ITS KILL OR BE KILLED. YOU EITHER MAKE A FORCE POWERFUL ENOUGH THAT THE GRIMM RUN FROM YOU OR YOU DIE INSTEAD. ATLAS FAILED. NOW THEY SUFFER.

Emerald stop simpin.

Also that is...the SHITTEST outpost...I have ever seen in my life. My overall thought process of Atlas is...sinking even LOWER than before.

Though it seems more like a waystation. Bed, Dust, some dudes coat on it. Dead heater. Its probably a rest spot for Specialists out in the tundra.

Ren does the emo sit. Lol. Yang even says it. Brood himself to death.

Alright whats this now...something forcing itself out of the tundra?

And thats it for today! Cool ass concept art at the end there too.

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