something about eddie calling his best friend baby like it's nothing. casually, like calling them by their name. if someone points it out when you're not around, he says "yeah, that's my baby, mind your own fucking business."
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Imagine dressing up pretty for your F/O's...
Soldier giddily clasping his hands together, with a beaming smile, as you tip the helmet slipping over your eyes up with one hand, as the other holds a rifle over your shoulder. You got the nicest army uniform, with a lovely patch of the American flag or three decorating you. You will be an anti-commie-hippie-nazi force together.
Demo's scrumpy pouring from his bottle to the floor, as he watches you, slack-jawed, in the garb of an ancient Scottish warrior, furs reminiscent of explosions, and a beautiful sword serving as little more than decoration. The thing is heavy, but as he put it, you look bloody mesmerising.
Heavy sighing wistfully, as his eyes study your dress, befitting a knyaz, or a tsar, the hefty jewellery of bullets weighing your neck, head, and hands down, as you try to stand with a straight back, the very model of a painted figure he'd admire on the pages of history books. He's already pretty quiet, but, he is utterly speechless this time.
Engineer whistling lowly, as he admires you from the cowboy hat, down to the spurs, several handsome tools in place of a gun in your holster. Caterin' just to him, that you are, with the proud combo of his spirit and his passions in your clothes. Yer spoilin' him, he says with a shy smile.
Medic gasping softly, as he watches you twirl in your nurse dress, half-laughing half-ooh'ing and aah'ing at every little detail that reminds him of home. The hat, the suspenders, the boots, it's a little silly to most, but to him, you're the best, cutest assistant he could ever ask for! ... Excuse his excitement, schatz, he's just very pleased to see you, is all.
Sniper murmuring "Holy Mother of...", looking at you above his sunglasses, and from under his hat, his face getting even longer - the hunter-esque attire is a personal attack. And the handsome rifle you apparently got as a gift for him, and presented with the rest of yourself? When you already look like Cupid himself gave you an unseen bow to strike his heart with? Crikey, he's in love...
Spy raising his brows, and giving an appreciative "Hmm!", as he nods. The béret? The classy, yet casually appropriate suit? You could approach him anywhere any day, and his focus on the façade of suave calm might dwindle just a little bit. Positively enchanting, he says, eyes fluttering just a tad too dreamily to truly hide how enamoured he is.
Miss Pauling stammering and stumbling over her words, when you catch her off-guard. You look really nice- That's what she's trying to say, yeah, because the way you did your hair, and the shoes, and the tie- Is that a gun in the hidden inner pocket of your jacket? That's, wow, she- Can she look at it? And also generally move closer to you? For no reason at all, you're just so gorgeous- ... Did she say that out loud?
- Penis Anon. (Jumpscare again.)
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GUYSGUYSGUYS OMG I LOVE FOUR SO MUCH. LIKE HE IS MY BABYGIRL. MY LITTLE POOKIE BEAR. MY LITTLE MAN CHILD. HE MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME AND I WANT TO HOLD HIM GENTLY AND SING HIM LULLABIES. HES JUST SO GREMLIN AND CUTE AND. UGH. HES SO GORGEOUS. ITS NOT FAIR. HIS FACE IS SO SQUISH-ABLEβΌοΈβΌοΈβΌοΈ IF HE DIES I DIE. I AM FOURβS #1 FAN. I WILL PICK HIM UP WHEN HE FALLS. I WILL CARRY HIM ON MY BACK WHEN HES TIRED OR UNCONSCIOUS. I WILL STAY BY HIS SIDE AND NEVER LEAVE UNTIL I KNOW HES OKAY. I WILL MAKE SURE HE IS FED AND HAPPY AND HAS EVERYTHING HE NEEDS. HES SO BEAUTIFUL AND BABYGIRL. IF ANYONE TAKES HIM FROM ME ILL MAUL YOU WITH MY BARE HANDS. HE IS PRECIOUS. LIVE LAUGH BREATH FOURβΌοΈβΌοΈβΌοΈππππππ
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