#Dib is not dealing ok with the...everything

[reynaruina]

P.E. class

[ducksido]

Can you do some twst characters with a Yuu that (non sexually) age regresses? like not to a baby type age, more of an older toddler to 1st grader age (whatever that is...) because that was normally the mental state i was in when i used to regress, for characters i would specifically like Kalim, ruggie, ortho, grim, and maybe a teacher!!! any other characters if you have ideas for them are welcome!! dont pressure urself to do more tho lolz :))

when i used to regress it was due to me being in bad moods or just feeling comfortable around a person enough to be able to let go for a bit, so for a scenario it could be just hanging out with the person if its more of a story type thing, if its more headcanons (which i dont mind!) you can come up with the scenario!! id love to see what you come up with :D

dont feel pressured to do this and its totally ok if u dont want to write this request!!! thanks for the fics and making my day more enjoyable <33 ☀️

(alright i'll attempt)

Kalim Al-Asim – “You can always be little with me!”

Kalim loves that you trust him enough to let your walls down. He’s sunshine on full blast when you start regressing around him—not because he’s clueless, but because he genuinely wants to give you a happy, safe space.

He’ll be like, “Oh! You feeling small today? That’s okay! Wanna color? I got so many markers!”

Breaks out his childhood coloring books from the palace. They’re fancy ones with gold-trimmed edges and sparkly stickers.

If you feel quiet and unsure, he’ll never push. He just scoots closer, hums a silly song, and lets you slowly inch into the moment.

His lap is always available. You’ll often end up snuggled under a light silk throw while he reads to you in an animated voice.

“This dragon sounds scary, but he’s actually just lonely! See? He’s like—‘rawr, give me a hug!!’”

He gets so into it, using puppets and plushies to act out stories. If you giggle, he looks like he just won a gold medal.

Comfort item: He’ll gift you a little plush elephant named “Tofu.” He says Tofu is brave and soft—just like you.

Ruggie Bucchi – “You can chill out here, yeah?”

At first, Ruggie’s a little surprised the first time you regress around him. But once he clocks that you’re not being silly—you’re being you, just a smaller you—he shifts immediately into Big Brother Mode™.

“Ah, so you’re feelin’ all small and soft today, huh? Aight. Come here, lemme tuck you under the blanket.”

He’s practical. If you’re regressing because you’re overstimmed or tired, he handles all the “adult” stuff without making a big deal out of it. “Don’t worry ‘bout cleanin’ up—go ahead and nap. I got it.”

He brings you rice crackers and juice in a cup with a silly straw. You get first dibs on the remote. Cartoons all day.

If anyone dares make fun of you? He shuts that down. “Hey. You laugh, you leave. Got it?”

He teases a little when you’re doing better—"Yuu, you drooled on the blanket again!"—but it’s always gentle and never mean.

Favorite moment: Watching your eyes light up when he teaches you how to fold a paper crane. He ends up making a whole flock with you.

Ortho Shroud – “I’ve read about this! Don’t worry—I’ll help!”

Ortho understands regression in a very literal sense, but that just means he’s very eager to learn how to support you. He stores everything you tell him in his memory banks for future reference.

“Okay! When Yuu is small, they like juice, warm socks, and picture books. Got it!”

He adjusts his voice modulation to sound softer and less robotic when you're regressed—he thinks it's less overwhelming.

Plays simple games with you, like stacking blocks or “spot the sparkly rock” treasure hunts around the garden.

He once programmed a mini-hologram show of your favorite story so you could see it like a stage play with sparkles and sound effects. “Tada! All done just for you!”

If you get sad or scared while regressed, he sits close and hums lullabies in perfect tune, projecting soft glowing lights like a starry ceiling.

Bonus: Idia sees you like this once and gets super flustered. “Wha—huh? You—you look like a tiny baby human—Ortho, help!!” Ortho just rolls his eyes and tucks a blanket over you.

Grim – “I guess I’ll let you nap on me... just this once.”

Grim acts like it’s a huge inconvenience when you regress, but the second you curl up and babble in that tiny, sleepy voice? His tail is thumping like crazy.

“Ugh, fine. Climb up here. You’re heavy—but I’m strong, so I guess it’s okay.”

He’s weirdly good at playing pretend. One time, you wanted to be a pirate and he brought you a pot lid as a shield and declared himself Captain Grimbeard.

Puts on a brave face for you. If you’re scared or anxious in your regressed state, he puffs up and hisses at your fears. “No nightmares on my watch!”

You sometimes cling to his fur when you’re deep in regression, and while he grumbles, he secretly preens about it. “Y’know... you’re lucky I like you, hench-human.”

Grim's love language: letting you rest on his stomach while he complains loudly about it, but won’t move for hours.

Professor Trein – “Childhood is not something to be ashamed of.”

Trein is gentle and deeply respectful when he realizes what your regression is. He doesn’t see it as immature—he sees it as vulnerable and human, something that deserves protection and compassion.

He’ll guide you through the library and pull down classic children’s books to read aloud. His voice is low and soothing like warm tea.

“Would you like to try reading this one aloud yourself? I’ll help with the big words.”

Lucius always seems to know when you're regressed and will curl up in your lap like you're the most precious thing in the world.

Professor Trein will brew calming tea (or warm milk if you prefer) and let you sit near the hearth with a thick blanket and your favorite book.

He has a drawer of old toys from his daughters—wooden puzzles, a soft cloth doll, worn but lovingly kept—and offers them to you without judgment.

Most comforting moment: “It is not foolish to need care,” he tells you one day, as you sit quietly by his desk. “In fact, recognizing it is a sign of wisdom.”

Bonus: Leona – “Tch. Alright, get over here.”

Will act annoyed but will let you nap curled against his side the entire afternoon. Plays with your hair lazily while you drift off.

“No one bothers ‘em. Got it?” is all he has to say to the rest of the dorm. And no one does.

His tail occasionally sways over your lap as a comfort rhythm. You fall asleep watching it move back and forth.

[wrathofrats]

Mushy May Day 22

long drives- rulti- swiss rain talk while cirrus sleeps in the back seat. Things are changing around the abbey, and rain looks to stop the ache in his bones.

As usual thank you to icon @forlorn-crows for the prompts this month

The street lights illuminated cirrus’s sleeping form in the back seat. Laid across the cushions with her hands under her head as a makeshift pillow, her knees scrunched up to fit in the confined space.

“Remind me to call dibs first next time” rain grumbled in the passenger seat, his own legs bunched up against him in an attempt to get comfortable after the long car ride.

Swiss tapped his hands on the steering wheel rhythmically, long miles of highway and nothing else in front of them. “Then who would keep me company up here?”

“Cirrus, duh.”

“Cirrus needs her sleep otherwise she gets irritable, I think you should let her have it” Swiss took a quick glance behind him to look at her. Her hair covered her face as she snored softly.

“I need my sleep, otherwise I get irritable” rain grumbled, throwing his head back against the head rest.

“I know tadpole” Swiss giggled.

The radio hummed softly in the background. A static station that played mostly old rock music, nothing Swiss or rain cared much about but it was better than silence.

They sat in a comfortable state of not talking for a couple minutes. Rain shifted in his seat a couple times to try and quell the dull ache in his hips while Swiss continued to keep his eyes on the road, side glancing rain and cirrus every once in a while just to be sure they were alright.

“I’m surprised she’s been asleep this whole time, usually she tends to get carsick” rain spoke after a while.

“She’s been stressed, I’m glad she’s finally been able to knock out for a bit” Swiss gave his own yawn, raising an arm above his head in an attempt to stretch in the small space.

“Has she not been sleeping again?”

“Na, she’s been in my bed most nights. Usually she has cumulus to calm her down but even with me it wasn’t much. I could tell she was still awake most of the night”

It was typical of cirrus to be a bad sleeper, but the stress of everything recently didn’t help. it was most of the reason she would slink into Swiss’s hotel room on the trip because she was sure he would be up at whatever ungodly hour she had decided to give up on sleeping alone. Even if he was asleep, she knew he would understand more than anyone.

“You’ve been stressed too, I can tell” rain moved to turn the radio down. The static was almost too much, both knowing that the changes around the abbey had been getting to them.

“I’m fine tadpole, things will blow over”

The passing lights created patterns on rains lap as he stared down in thought. Dancing shapes and reflections to distract his eyes as his brain continued to mull over the situation. Aether and Sunny would be gone, moved to where the older ghouls all stayed.

Sure they were still there in the abbey, but there was always a worry that they would move on and have fun with the older ghouls instead, or that the rest of their pack would embrace the new ghouls so much that aether Sunny would be left forgotten as he knows the other have been. Rain doesn’t remember the last time he saw River and lake.

“But will they be the same?”

Swiss sighed, chewing on his lip. There wasn’t a good answer.

“No, but nothing ever really stays the same does it?”

“No it doesn’t.” Rain sighed. A heavy feeling settled in his chest at the thought. Realistically nothing could ever stay exactly the same always, but the fear of the unknown was always present.

“You can’t stop time waterlily. Things will always work out, they always have. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it”

“It’s a bit too late for that”

“I know, but good things happen with change too. Just embrace it and we can deal with whatever problems arise together ok?”

Rain smiled, leaning back into his seat. The promise of together lessening the pressure in his chest. He turned to look back at cirrus, who had rolled over to face the back of the backseats.

“Ok”

[thewriterowl]

Ms. Owl I had a strange dream about the blooms au.

So Anakin, Din, and Grogu from the beginning of the story back when everyone hated Luke time travels to the end of the story, where Luke is being treated with the love and respect he deserves (after he wakes up and has his emotional talk with his husband and dad).

So they appear and Luke sees them, while confused at first because they were supposed to be in a meeting right now, and Grogu was supposed to be napping, goes over to greet them, asking what's going on.

He refers to Anakin as his father, and past Anakin, and Din go off on him. Future Anakin senses Luke's distress, turns to Din and is all "Something's wrong with Luke" they cut the meeting short and sprint towards the garden, where Luke is at.

When they get there they see two figures acting hostile towards Luke and scream at the two to get away from Luke. The two figures turn to look and they see themselves.

.......then I woke up.....

What do you think would happen in this situation Ms. Owl?

Oooh! Ok, I haven't answered a Blooms question in a bit. First, I love to hear you had a dream about it XD that is fun! But the idea that there is a time jump and the Anakin and Din maybe right before or right after the valley-incident appear and are just hateful and cruel to Luke, not knowing anything, and Luke, who is so traumatized by all that has happened, is just tearing up and panicked and thinking everything has been a lie and they really do hate him and now has to leave and is just shutting down...

Only to have another Din and Anakin appear It would be pandemonium. No one would really know or understand what to do. Anakin(s) would due to their power and knowledge--but they're Anakin so they are temperamental and a bit stupid. The up-to-speed Anakin and Din would scoop Luke up and just be ready to kill these imposters, thinking this was a trick to try and steal Luke and break their family apart but they are really exactly like them. Luke probably is the one who is all, "uhm...they have your exact same Force presences...I think they are you??" And then some discussions must be had. Before-Anakin and Din would just be so confused to see that Luke is being coddled and adored so much and worry that there is some love-curse or something over them. Now, how this fully goes...it would be a big cycle of anger and yelling and distrust because they are hella stubborn. Anakin would be weary but a bit more curious when he's told this is his son, that his child survived, but unable to accept it given the weirdness of the situation but is willing to listen. Din is just thinking this other Din is a traitor or something. But, of course, Luke will be Luke (and Blooms-Luke at that) and win him over and soften him up eventually. It would just be such a huge headache for everyone else.

Omera sees all four of them and turns around, "On vacation. Don't bother me until it's figured out." Cause, no. She's not going through THAT.

Paz is so mad she called dibs on vacation first cause now he has to stick around and deal with this.

[edgy-artkid]

whats dibs favorite thing about space? is it the nice fluffy tail?

Cause it has aliens duh

Jk

Ok with Space, he likes his silly catlike demeanor, how after everything that’s been done to him he’s still sweet, how strong he is after dealing with it, and how he doesn’t hurt Dib after everything that’s been done to him

Fluffy tail is a bonus

[whataphantasia]

oog i keep forgetting to post here,,, i did a really big oc x canon promptlist on my alt twitter acc like, last year, and i like the stuff i did for it so im posting it here :3

day 1: dancing

needed to draw this for the fic where they dance at prom and a destroyed universe respectively ^_^

day 2: stargazing. the thumbnail image at the top :D

day 3: phone call

day 4: (not so) sneaky glances

ely sits inbetween these two in class. they have to deal with them staring daggers at each other. very stressful sorry ely </3 here's the doodle from like 2019 that made me wanna draw this

also like there's this moment in the fic where eadr is watching mysterious mysteries together and..... HSHSBDHSHDGDHDHS

day 5: "i'm proud of you"

THESE TWO NEED VALIDATION SO BAD RAGHHH don't @ me about the lighting on zim IK ITS REVERSED,,,

day 6: music/playlist. i didn't make any art for this but i did show off my playlists for zaeadr :D i will not elaborate here bc I Don't Feel Like It.

day 7: whispers

this is actually a redraw... :3c specieswap eadr! so cute :)

day 8: closeness

ok i didnt actually make any new art for this i just posted two old ones from 2021 LOL

day 9: protectiveness (CW blood)

dib and zim r dangerous to have as love interests come on ely 😔

day 10: "how was your day" (CW blood as well)

ely needs to tell him to stop tracking blood into the house.....

day 11: one wish

WOW something NOT ely related?! anyways ana and ad's whole love arc is kinda like... they both have responsibilities and unrequited feelings. moreso than my other oc x canon pairings. i think them a lot

day 12: matching accessories

cove jumpscare. IDK I WAS THINKING ABOUT THE MATCHING KEYCHAINS HE BUYS FOR MC... this is reiner btw i was playing as xim in my like 3rd playthrough >_< xe's fond of spoiling him with gifts, more than my other mcs...

day 13: nightmare

it took me 13 days to break and make sans x shelby art SJWKDJWJ anyway. shelby doesn't meet him pre-corruption but whatever i think they're cute

day 14: makeup

I HATE THIS DRAWING RAAAA but ely likes asking to do his nails ^_^ even tho theyre terrible at it but he doesnt mind :3c

day 15: "you are my happiness"

ok uhh my bad this isn't oc x canon LOL. but... erfi and ana... have a lot of angst like halfway/early in their arc bc erfi sees her as a beacon of light/savior, especially due to her current relationship with the ppl in her life.................... they get better dw!!! ad goes through a similar arc so i think that was how i tied it into the oc x canon promptlist LMAO

day 16: indirect kiss

SODA BOTTLE... IF YOU KNOW YOU KNOW. i've talked about this scene in the fic NON STOP to my close friends.... its when dib realizes he has a crush on ely...... i drew this like in 2021 SHWJSJW

day 17: morning cuddles

SORRY i just think it's a super funny possibility that zim becomes domestic. idc if it's out of character thats why its funny U_U!!

oh and uhm yea i have a fankid 4 these guys... have i talked abt her... i dont think i have... but ive drawn her a lot... maybe ill post more art abt her later...

day 18: photoshoot

uhhhmmm im gonna crop this for my tumblr.... yea.... anyways i love the possibility that when they're adults they become super popular, like in dib's wonderful life of doom X)

day 19: voicemail. THAT ONE THING I POSTED!! yes it was a shelby x error thing. i was listening to pick up the phone by fir at the time, which like, its not the errorshelby dynamic at all they're not toxic, but. the vibes... in the fic after shelby leaves the anti void he has a massive crisis... thats what the drawing is...

day 20: "what happened to you"

BRO I HAVE SO MANY IMAGES RELATED TO THIS FOR ANA AND ADAMAÏ... the images explain everything idc read them instead

day 22/23: hand made gift, late night drive

ummmm sooooo theres this chapter in the fic where they go to an echo flower field on the surface at night........ this is that.... DIES

that last one i never posted on twitter :0c and uhm thats all i did of the 30 day promptlist! it was fun! i got to draw so much... yay :3 thats all. explodes in embarrassment

[currentfandomkick]

Ok so how do we want this to start? With the court set up or begin with Jason being found by another ghost (maybe let Johnny and Kitty spot Jason and deal with being chased after and possibly assaulted by Batman while they are trying to get emergency treatment to Civilian Jason Todd as they clocked the core instability verging on collapse?)

Have it move to jason in the IR with The Unstoppable Mail Man helping escort him to the emergency room as a package. Kitty and Johnny run off to tattle to the IR Legal Systems about being attacked by another liminal for saving a dying corrupted halfa.

Dani is there helping get items she liberated from ‘haunt stealing mortals’ to get them to their proper homes in the realms. She has negative issues asking if any other groups knew about it and asks for a formal investigation to be launched into that particular dimension and timeline’s treatment of the halfa and the relationship between the Aggressive Liminal.

The findings are public record, and Dani keeps seeing Vlad Assumed Hero with everything she learns about this Bruce/Batman and how no one holds him accountable for what he does to his various liminal kids and clear lack of emotional boundaries—something deeply dangerous for liminals and halfas.

While Danny will be the judge, Dani makes a point to sit with Jason and bond with him as she’s been in his shoes. Someone who you think is good doesn’t see you as who you are, but who they want you to be and will do anything to force you into that mold, or have you die trying to force you into that mold.

Jason and Dani? Have a strange mentorship where Dani is mentoring Jason. He’s Her frightmate. Johnny, Kitty and Shadow have gained extended frightmate rights and also visit, helping stabilize the revenant-wraith-Justice-For-Ignored/ForgottenVictims-Seeker’s core bonds by being there as the rotting one to Bruce is surgically removed for Jason’s health.

There are debates over what to do with his other living frightmates—many who read as victims of Bruce’s emotional dependence on them since their childhood.

Those charges are to be handled later, especially the youngest born liminal with a child-brother-protection bond to Jason.

Meanwhile Danny is informed there’s a crime against a halfa and as the ‘head of the halfa clan’ he is expected to judge it. He is not allowed to know anything about the case until investigation and charges are settled on.

Sam volunteers to play security with Cujo for emotional support.

Tucker calls dibs on court scribe in part as he likes that job (he is letting on his babies do the work) and because he knows Danny will need him grounding him directly should these asshats try something.

Jazz is informed it is either her or another liminal allowed to take on the case. She meets with Jason and sees too much of the Dannies to not agree once he’s told what happened to him are Major Crimes in the IR and the trial is unavoidable. A failure to press charges in a trial would mean that halfas are the lesser beings that a chunk of the IR loves to throw back at the Dannies. That they will become like Vlad—a man driven by his own obsession to the point of trying to destroy the world when the object of his affections rejected him, as did the child of hers he deemed ‘perfect step child material’.

Jason agreed to press the charges. Not just against Bruce, but the whole JL. He knows they let Bruce grt away with a lot when it came to Dick, to him and even Tim and Stephanie. He can at least get Damian somewhere safer or force wellness checks by people Bruce won’t be able to bribe. Especially since the kid admitted to him he doesn’t want to be a vigilante like his dad. He wants to be a doctor and is trying to workout how to balance his volunteer hours, school and vigilante time.

Justice league judged through the eyes of a child.

Justice league, Dark Justice stood in a very, very large courtroom in the infinite realm.

The Young Justice and Teen Titans were in the front row seat with the Ghostly audience and as witnesses.

The court was in session for the Justice League and Dark Justice crime of Neglection and abuse of a Revenant close to collapsing due to a serious infestation of heavy tainted ectoplasm also known as Jason Todd also known as Red hood.

Jason, after he had gotten the proper care and cleansing blob ghosts weeks before to manifested shift in a proper halfa state sat on the other court side.

In ghost form, sat a 18 years old jason todd, in a reversed color palette robin suit that hasn't been seen since that very night.

The judge was a little boy with glowing white hair, neon green eyes with a DP hazmat suit, the court session being written by a modern looking pharaoh, the security were a lady who was similar to poison ivy except with black and purple hair and purple eyes with a giant glowing green dog.

The lawyer on Jason side was Jazz Fenton, and on the Justice League side was Dinah Lance.

And when someone were to ask why a Ghost king as a child was the judge afterward. There is nothing more honest than being judged through the eyes of a child.

[cheetos-family-dump]

Cruiseliner Guide

This is where I’ll pile up f/o & s/I ask games or drabbles, so as not to clog my main.

^^^ Main Blog ^^^

PLEASE READ BEFORE INTERACTING —————————————————

For me, F/Os are a lot of things. Sometimes they’re romantic, sometimes familial, sometimes platonic. Here I’ll mostly gush about my husbands, but I might mention fictional family/friends too!

I deal with a lot of stress, anxiety, and low self-esteem, and I’ve found that self shipping as a coping mechanism is a lifesaver for when I’m too emotional to think logically by myself

What I do is; when I’m all up in my feels and spiraling, or struggling with self care- I since I can never take my own advice, I had my logical brain to a fictional character, and have them tell me the same thing. Apparently, I’m 99% more likely to listen to the advice of a fictional character than I am to my own.

RULES:

🩵 - NEVER tell a selfshipper their F/O doesn’t love or want them. You’re a dirty liar and I have no interest in what you have to say. Have a nice day :3

🩵 - Asks are allowed!!! Slightly suggestive is fine, I guess, just NOTHING NSFW pls. It’s a case-by-case basis of what I’m ok answering, so it’s probably fine unless someone is naked.

🩵 - disgruntled nonsharing doubles, pls just block me and move on.

🩵 - I’m mostly sharing. All my important F/Os are AU based, so really it’s not possible for someone to truly double. Go right ahead and gush! :3

🩵 - Corrosponding S/Is and OCs can be found on my main’s masterpost :3

💖 F/O guide 💖

💞 ROMANTIC F/Os 💞

🩷 Angel Dust - Hazbin Hotel (MAIN) 🩷 Invader Zim - Invader Zim 🩷 Dorian - Date Everything!

❤️‍🩹 “It’s complicated” ❤️‍🩹

🩷 Sir Pentious - Hazbin Hotel 🩷 Vox - Hazbin Hotel 🩷 Johnny Splash - Date Everything! 🩷 Chance - Date Everything! 🩷 Lux - Date Everything! 🩷 Luke Nukem - Date Everything!

💟 FAMILIAL F/Os 💟

💜 Alastor - Hazbin Hotel (Father figure) 💜 Husk - Hazbin Hotel (Brother/father figure) 💜 Niffty - Hazbin Hotel (Sister figure) 💜 Velvette - Hazbin Hotel (Sister figure) 💜 Varian - Tangled (Brother figure) 💜 Earth - The Sun and Moon Show (Sister figure)

🧑‍🧒 Adoptive children 🧑‍🧒

💜 Bradley Nicholson - Milo Murphy’s Law (Son/son in-law) 💜 Elliot Decker - Milo Murphy’s Law 💜 Milo Murphy - Milo Murphy’s Law 💜 Kevin - Hamster and Gretel 💜 Bolin - Legend of Korra 💜 Papyrus - Undertale 💜 Berdley - Deltarune 💜 Entrapta - She-Ra (2018) 💜 Scorpia - She-Ra (2018) 💜 Casey Jr - ROTTMNT

👩🏼‍🤝‍👩🏽 FRIENDO F/Os 👩🏼‍🤝‍👩🏽

💛 Blitzo - Helluva Boss 💛 Emberlynn - Helluva Boss 💛 Fizzarolli - Helluva Boss 💛 Rapunzel - Tangled (MOVIE personality) 💛 Eugene - Tangled (Movie or show)

🫥 “I don’t know what role they play, but they live rent free in my head” 🫥

💛 Yakko - Animaniacs (HOW DID YOU GET HERE-) 💛 Donnie - TMNT 2012 💛 Stanford Pines - Gravity Falls 💛 Stanley Pines - Gravity Falls 💛 Dib Membrane - Invader Zim

PRO/COMSHIPPERS DNI YOU WILL BE KNIFED

[mushroomwillow]

Ok like….

My new “friend” has nothing but horrible things to say about our boss. Now yes, our company is run like shit. However, our boss is new. Like last 6 months new. So yeah no shit she gets in bad moods sometimes. Yes! It is frustrating! And it does make me angry! But this “friend” is hell bent on “taking down the company”. Listen, healthcare sucks ass. I have so many issues and so much I hate about it. But these are people who are trying.

And I’ve told her that I cannot lose this job, I love this job, I need this job. Do I think she can actually “take it down” not really no. Especially after talking to other patients that have had her. I’ve heard all the same things, she doesn’t listen to their needs, she doesn’t follow their care plans, and she’s loud, crass, and overall rude.

Now, my boss has told me many many times that I’ve been requested by everyone I’ve worked with. My current patient being taken from our care is heartbreaking. Next week, he’s no longer on our care. This “friend” has been removed from the schedule in October. Starting Tuesday this week, my boss has been back and forth with me asking who I want to work with, two of which she said are brand new and she immediately thought of me when she did their assessments. And her last text to me she said I get first dibs on whoever I want.

I have a very hard time accepting that any of her words are fact, but then again, given how this “friend” is acting, I have to believe that I’m at least not as bad as she is. And every patient I’ve gone too who has recognized me, has begged me to stay working with them. I’m just scared of like, believing I’m good at something because then I’ll make a mistake and everything will crash and burn.

This is a lot of rambling to pretty much say, this “friend” has forced her way into my life, is young and immature and very sheltered of how people like me cannot lose their job or just find a new one no big deal. And because I have my own place that obviously means I can afford to not work (which is fucking bullshit). It’s all bothering me and the only reason I’m even talking to her is I’m watching her cat for her for a while.

[dukeswonderousmenagerie]

Lupin Zero: The Train Explosion HC PT3: The Tomoe Arc

Ya’ll knew this was coming.

With the end of Lupin Zero come and gone, I took some time to try and come up with more ideas for the Train Explosion headcanon series I posted here and here.

But before we begin I would like to thank everyone who spends time actually reading this brain garble. It means a lot to me that people actually like these ideas and it actually helps me with coming up with new ones

also before we begin, a special ping to @dagmartoons @lupin-le-troisieme and @geembywumbis, you guys happen to very much enjoy these ideas so I figured I would allow you guys too get first dibs!

(Minor/major spoilers for part 6 below)

The start of this idea is basically is no different to how I wrote it here with only some minor differences. Instead of Isei taking Lupin to go see Tomoe in an effort to help quell his grandson’s fears sometime after the incident that transpired with his Father, Isei instead takes him to go see Tomoe in a effort to help him deal with the traumatic events that transpired due to the train accident.

And it basically happens the same way regardless. 

Despite Lupin’s attempts at acting like everything is OK, both Isei, but now also Jigen as this idea incorporates Lupin Zero, begin to notice that the boy isn’t as “ok” as he lets on. A while after he heals, he begins to show the classic symptoms of severe depression: he’s often times lethargic, sleeping all day, he’s loosing weight to a point where it becomes noticeable, is often times irritable, but one of the major things that entails the possibility of something being severely wrong is that he loose’s interest or at least the pleasure in engaging in certain activities. He no longer comes up with wild hair brain scheme’s, he no longer builds fancy gadgets, he no longer does anything that he is known for. And while jigen likes the slow pace in the beginning, as it goes on for longer then he anticipates he ends up bringing up his concerns with Lupin’s grandpa who also notes the same changes in his grandson that Jigen has noticed as well.

As the days go on and Lupin gets worse and worse to the point he’s practically a shell of his former self, Isei ultimately makes a choice. Something has to be done before he looses his grandson to his spiraling.

But what?

In the end we all know what happens. 

With no other options that have worked including therapy and worried deeply for the safety of his grandson’s mental and physical health, Isei brings little Lupin to meet a lady who teaches not far from where they live in Japan, who has agreed fullheartdly to help bring the boy some peace.

This woman is named Tomoe. 

She’s a small woman, who at first glance gives off a kind motherly vibe; she is sweet talking, soft spoken and has been friends with the Lupin Family since The Second had met her sometime  many years ago when the woman was working in the criminal underground as a prized hypnotist, using her gifts of the mind to aid in thievery and other various crimes, but also “moonlighting” as a hypnotist who lended her skills to aid those who suffered from traumatic events who conventional therapy could not help.

As the years went on before the incident regarding Lupin and the train, Tomoe had slowly wormed her way into the families good graces, building their trust- first with the second who had recommended her teachings to make Lupin fit to carry the family name, which was something the First did not agree with, and then with the First in order to aid the elderly man’s suffering grandson.

At first the session’s go well, and Isei notes a drastic change in improvement in his grandsons personality in such a short time; he becomes out going again, free spirited, fun loving like he use too be. But then something happens, the boy’s progress suddenly backpedal’s, he’s even more depressed then what he was before, putting himself into dangerous situations. And it is here that Tomoe suggests a more drastic approach, 

out-patient, in home care therapy. 

She recommends that she stay in the families house for a few months in order to have 24/7 access to Lupin, stating rather fearfully that it would be in the boys best interest as he trusts her.

Isei, not nothing the suspiciousness, agree’s.

Tomoe moves into the house with a series of ground rules. Two major ones Isei makes very clear:

That she’s only allowed to help him deal with his trauma only. No teachings of thievery like how the second wanted.

And number two, that she was not allowed in the basement of the house or anywhere near it.

Tomoe agrees.

As the months pass, Lupin’s progress grows and he’s practically back to how he was before the accident. In addition no incidents occur. Tomoe keeps her promise. For the time being anyways.

Jigen however does not trust her. Something feels off about her, something that sends his instinct’s into overdrive. But after a while even he is charmed by her warm motherly personality. Much like Isei, it isn’t long before Tomoe worms her way into Jigens good graces, and Jigen actually becomes happy to meet her every day after Lupin’s sessions when the two go out to play and such.

However this all turned out to be a ploy, turning out to be nothing more then woman’s way to garner friendship and trust as a way to sneak into the older man’s house and steal his riches. Of course knowing herself to not be that excellent of a thief to steal from the Great Arséne Lupin, she exploited the younger Lupin’s talents, garnering trust, saving him from the terrors that plagued him while also delving into his mind and hypnotizing him to do her bidding.

It starts simple. She has him steal small things first, things that won’t go noticed. In addition, it becomes clear that she alienates Lupin’s against his family and dearest friend. Because of her hypnosis, Lupin ends up spending every waking moment with Tomoe as the time pass’s, determined to stay near Tomoe even if it means giving up quality time with Isei and Jigen.

But Tomoe is ambitious, over confident in her skills and as a result she has the boy steal more and more items for her, and the boy does it without question, fully convinced that Tomoe is his mother and that he has to make her proud. However the pride she exhumes gets in the way, and one day Lupin steals an item that does not go noticed.

When Isei inevitably finds out what she is doing, he is infuriated, he demands she return his grandson to him and leave his house and never come back, willing to pay her anything for his grandson’s safe return now knowing that the woman was more conniving then he thought. 

However Tomoe does not budge, essentially holding the young child as ransom, threatening that she can easily undo what she has done to the boy’s progress, potentially leaving him in a even worser state then when she first had visited. She bargains with Isei, all but demanding he give up his house to her and that if he did no harm would come to Lupin, the woman fully intent on using the boy to find out the Lupin secret and hidden treasures.

Not wishing to put his grandson in any jeopardy, Isei agree’s. In exchange for Lupin’s safety and the promise that Tomoe will not let harm come to the boy, Isei gives up his house and moves, finding the safety of his grandson more important then that of the treasure.

However, as fate would have it, the bargain went about as well as anyone thinks it did. When Isei returns for his grandson sometime later, allowing Tomoe the projected time frame to allow her to do what she wish’s, Tomoe informs him that the young child has died in a accident, stating that she had over-estimated the child’s natural abilities as a thief and that one of their training exercises had gone terribly wrong and as a result Lupin had died. 

Isei refusing to believe in such things demanded proof, and while it is unknown what Tomoe had said or shown the old man, he had slowly come to believe her. . .For that following evening, in the dead of night, a despondent, heartbroken Isei, ordered a hit on the woman, which his security team had carried out.

Jigen who had been gone for the week, returns to find the house in shambles, the security team on high alert. . .

And a heartbroken Isei who is the only person left to tell him that Lupin is never coming back, that the fears Jigen has had since the train of loosing Lupin have come true, the old man holding lil Jigen as he breaks down in his arms.

In the days that follow, Isei attempts to stay at the house, but each day gets harder and harder for him. And for Jigen too. And as time pass’s after loosing his best buddy, Jigen finds himself unable to stay in the place that had given him so many good memories because it’s those memories that make him think of the bestest friend he ever had who is now gone. 

As a result, Jigen ultimately is the first one to leave. 

He tries to stay for as long as he can because of Isei, practically finding the old man too be like second family, but inevitably he ends up leaving not long after, unable to stomach being in the house much less in its vicinity much longer.

In the weeks that followed, Isei too leaves Japan and returns home to France where he lives out the rest of his days. Despite all he does to try and move on, The First is still tormented over the apparent loss of his Grandson, and the resulting domino effect that costs him his home and his sons best friend who becomes almost like a second kid to him.

Very little remains to remind him of his grandson, something that bothers him for many years.

As for Jigen, he goes back to work for the mafia as a mercenary/hitman once again, but it’s a large tragic occurrence, with every bad thing that can happen to him, happening to him, his life falling apart without Lupin to be by his side.

As a result he goes back to old habits. He grows jaded once again. Cold. But he still keeps the caring side because Lupin helped bring that out of him and he doesn’t have the heart to throw that part of himself away just yet. But caring starts to hurt a lot more when you try to attach yourself to someone else and it all ends horribly. So as a result he spends much of his teenage/young adult life very nervous, shy tired and surprised by just how truly bleak the world is without his friend.

Because of his change in life style, Jigen also basically drops off the grid when he leaves and goes back to the Mafia. So when Lupin is discovered to still be alive some many years later, Isei sadly has no way of telling him about it.

Years pass; Isei’s age finally catches up with him and as a result he retires just shy of his birthday, faking his death and leaving the legacy of the Lupin family for Lupin himself to hold and carry on while he quietly lives out the rest of his life in secrecy.

Lupin himself goes off into the world. It would be almost two years until he happens to run into Jigen again one faithful day. The pair automatically recognizing each other. Life doesn’t go back to the way it was when the boys were younger, it never would.

But it comes close, because it gets better.

But no matter how better it gets, Jigen can’t help but notice 

That Lupin.  . .isn’t the same like he use too be.

And somehow that scares him more then anything.

But what of Isei you might be asking yourself. What about him. Did him and Jigen ever meet up again.

Well yes, dear reader

They did.

It’s some time later after Lupin and Jigen meet up again. Isei had told Lupin a few months after his return about Jigen leaving the home and not hearing anything from him the years afterward.

It was Lupin’s idea to reunite the two, hoping that maybe the three of them all being back together would change something, would bring back some sense of normality that the last years have taken away.

He doesn’t tell Jigen of his plan. As far as Lupin knows, Jigen thinks the old man is dead. He knows he still holds guilt inside of himself for leaving all those years ago. But he also knows that if he tells Jigen, that Jigen ultimately would disregard the plan, the years worth of guilt plaguing him into thinking that visiting would just make things awkward and worse.

Isei lives in a new house now, so when they pull up too it Jigen doesn’t recognize it. Lupin leads Jigen inside, the maids and the butlers all off hiding in different parts of the house as to not disturb the reunion, making it seem like the house is deserted.

But it’s not.

It doesn’t take long for Lupin to escort Jigen into the large living room, and for Jigen too immediately recognize the old man sitting in the chair with a ornate, gold headed cane by his side

And it’s the first time in years, more or less the first time since their reunion that Lupin has ever seen Jigen cry; he stands there watching, as Jigen gets on his knee’s tearfully apologizing for leaving Isei all those years ago as the old man strokes at his head and cries his own tears. It’s in that moment that Jigen truly realizes now that even though it would be a hard thing to do, that he should’ve stayed at the mansion with Isei. 

Lord knowing that his life would have been so much easier

Then whatever hell he subjected himself too the moment that he left

Life doesn’t go back to the way it was like when the boys were younger. In some instances it gets harder, more dire and terrifying.

But in many ways it does get better.

and maybe that’s just as good.

_ _ _ Alright ladies gents and pals! That’s part 3 of this train thing. If you have any questions feel free to ask! I have other ideas for this.

enjoy and have a nice night :D

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Ok I can't get this image of NYCrealtor!bucky out of my head. Like you show up to one of his listings and he just first the entire time

Dream Apartment

Realtor!Bucky x Reader (Realtor AU)

Warnings: Nada

Trying to find a place to live in NYC was just an absolute nightmare. Everything was overpriced and thoroughly abused. I mean, who wanted to live in an apartment where the stove was from 1950, barely working, in a kitchen that had no windows or ventilation?

Which was also one foot away from the bedroom/living room, yet labeled as a one-bedroom apartment instead of what it really was: a studio apartment the size of a closet.

The search for a place of your own was exhausting and you were growing more and more desperate as your lease and living with your roommate came to an end. With a new job under your belt and your savings in hand, you were ready for a little upgrade for yourself. You'd take a studio, if you liked the neighborhood, the rent was doable, and the building was kept and clean, but you just couldn't find it.

Your roommate was also moving out to live with their partner, and they had used a realtor to secure their new place that they absolutely raved about. They gave you his business card, and before you knew it, he already had an appointment set up with you to show you a few places he thought you'd like.

However, you wanted to curse your friend. You didn't think the realtor was this pretty. Did they fail to mention this? The soft brown hair, the bright, mischievous eyes, and, oh, that smile. He was trouble wrapped up in a black Armani suit. The man spotted you almost immediately, pausing in his movements as he found his smile growing the longer he looked at you.

You were dead.

"Ah, Ms. L/N, nice to meet you. I'm James Barnes," he said as he reached out to shake your hand and look you over from head to toe, "But you can call me Bucky."

"Bucky?" You raised an eyebrow, "Interesting --"

"Comes from my middle name," he said as he opened the door to the lobby of the building. "I heard a lot about you from your roommate."

"Oh?"

"Yup, and I think I nailed it on the first try, actually," Bucky said as he gestured to the front desk, greeting the man with a smile and a nod. "Got a doorman here, lobby's clean. Two working elevators."

"Okay. So far not too shabby, Mr. Barnes," you remarked as you both entered the elevator.

Bucky leaned against the back wall, hands in pockets, a smirk on his face as he stared at you, "Yeah?"

"It's fine, but don't mark me off as impressed just yet."

"Uh-huh," Bucky chuckled as he stared at you, tongue running along his bottom lip. "Well, I can't wait to blow your mind."

Was that meant to mean more? Because, to you, that sounded awfully flirty. Just how did he want to blow your mind. Did he mean that solely for the apartment? Because that little tongue thing he had going on seemed awfully sexual. You know what, maybe you were just...overthinking this.

Yes, you were definitely overthinking it.

Entering the apartment, you went first as Bucky rattled off facts about it, "Back of the building, so it's quiet, but you'll still get your views here. Walls and floors are solid, so you shouldn't hear someone sneezing, but you'll likely hear, at most, maybe a murder."

"Interesting comparison," you remarked, "But helpful, actually."

"Thought so," Bucky waved his arm in front of him. "Living room, great space to entertain, and has this great island counter to divide the space from the kitchen."

"Oh, that stove looks new!"

"It was a complete reno for this unit. I know the building owner, so I can get a deal here and there and have first dibs on the units," Bucky explained as he walked down the hall with you. "Bathroom is right here, deep-soak tub and shower, a little small but the appliances are all-new, and here we have the bedroom. It should be plenty of space for you and your boyfriend."

"Oh," you snorted as you looked around the bedroom and peeked into a closet, "No boyfriend for me."

"Not yet at least, right?" Bucky suggested while you turned red. "So, do you like the closets? Spacious, right?"

You squeaked, "Uh-huh."

Bucky went over the rest of the space with you, but you couldn't help but realize that this guy actually was flirting with you the entire time. Little jokes here and there, the comments. Was this...for real?

Huh. Maybe you died on the train and never made it to the listing because this all seemed like a dream.

By the end of it, Bucky was standing by the front door and reaching into his suit pocket, "Now, I do have a few other clients to show around today, but -- "

"I want you," you blurted out, prompting this man to look up, eyes lighting up as he smiled at you. "I mean, the apartment. I want you to get me this apartment."

He smirked, "Okay. I'll need some paperwork from you, but why don't we discuss that tonight over dinner. Is 7:00 okay?"

"Uh-huh," you mumbled, watching him take out his business card, take your outstretched hand, and close your palm around it.

"Good. I know a great place not far from here if you like Italian."

"Who doesn't?" You laughed lightly. "I uh, wow. Okay. Yes. Definitely. I. I will just um, I will text -- or call, or --"

"Here," Bucky took your phone for you and programmed his number in. He stood there, smiling as he called your phone before hanging up. "I'll call you later. I'll pick you up, and we'll have dinner."

"Oh, you're going to call me and pick me up. You are, um, like, a real adult. Wow."

Bucky chuckled, head bowing a bit as he nodded to himself before looking up to you again, "I'm a little old-fashioned."

"Mhm, I bet," you nodded as you stared at him. "Well, I -- thank you, James -- Bucky -- Mr. Barnes. I um, okay, I will. I am fine. Totally fine. I'll see you later tonight."

He beamed, "It's a date."

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Savage Love Chapter 6: Deceleration

Series: Savage Love

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings: Riley x Liam, Riley x Drake

Rating: R

Warnings: Mature themes

My other stuff: Master List.

I scanned the dining room as I entered it, and made a beeline for Hana. “We meet again.” I said as I slid into the seat next to her.

Her face lit up when she saw me, “Lady Riley!”

“Please,” I waved my hand, “Just Riley.”

“Of course!” She pinkened a little, “And you can call me Hana.”

“Hana it is! So, Hana, what you know about these other bitches?”

She giggled, “Riley, you’re so bad!”

I smiled back, “Seriously though. Any intel you can give me on the competition would be greatly appreciated. I just want to know what I’m dealing with here.”

“Well, like I said, this is my first time here, but what I do know…”

She spilled everything she knew through her mother and the gossip she had picked up since her arrival. Most of it I already knew, and the rest seemed trivial, but you never know what might be useful, so I filed it all away.

After dinner, I headed back to my room where I got a text from Drake saying he needed to drop by to drop off some files on palace employees that I’d asked for. He wanted to verify that I was there and ok with him using the secret passageway. I confirmed.

While I was waiting, I updated my notes and sent them to Jared through my encrypted cell phone. He would organize everything and get the official report sent back to the office.

Drake actually knocked before opening the panel and stepping inside.

“Thanks for not just barging in.” I told him.

He grinned at me, “First of all, I know how you feel about that. Second, in our line of work, that could be a dangerous proposition.”

“Right!” I agreed, “I’d hate to put a bullet in you by mistake, you’re too pretty.”

“Oh yeah?” He laughed, “Admit it, you’d miss me.”

“I’d miss your considerable talents.” I told him as I ran a finger down his chest.

“What talents might those be?” He asked with a self-satisfied smirk as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his body.

“Like that thing you do with your tongue, also the one you do with your fingers and definitely that thing we did last night in the shower.” I answered as I walked my fingers up his chest.

I wasn’t wrong about the fire I saw in his eyes right before he kissed me, but when he pulled away, there was something else there. He leaned his forehead against mine and sighed, “Shit, Riley. Maybe we shouldn’t….”

I pulled back and looked at him in confusion, “Why not?” It’s not like we hadn’t already been doing exactly this for the past few days.

“It’s just that…..now that I know you’re the woman Liam met in New York-“ He dropped his hands and took a step back.

“So, wait, you’re backing off because Liam called dibs? Like I’m the front seat of your mother’s car?” I asked him in astonishment.

“I…wouldn’t put it quite like that…” He fidgeted nervously and I narrowed my eyes as I regarded him.

“Then how would you put it?” I cocked my head as I waited for an answer that made sense.

“I just think we should slow things down, considering the circumstances-“ He was looking everywhere but at me.

“Oh, I think we should slow down all right. But not because of Liam.” I told him. That got his attention. His head swiveled around, and his eyes locked on me.

“What?” He blinked.

“Listen, Walker, I like you, I do. But we have spent almost every free minute together since we met. Some distance might be a good thing.” I stepped away from him as I said it. It was true.

“That’s not exactly what I want, Brooks.” He was giving me that unreadable expression again.

“Then I am very confused, Captain, because you just said-“

“I said we need to slow down because of the added complication-“

“Complication?”

“Liam.”

“So, you’re backing off because I slept with Liam in New York? That sounds an awful lot like you think he called dibs. And I’m not the last piece of leftover pie. I’m a full-fledged human being, complete with all the requisite thoughts and feelings that go with that. ”

“I know that! That’s not what I meant at all!”

“Yeah, no, it is. You think Liam has a prior claim on me. Even though I already told you I hate that shit. Last time I checked, the only person with input on who I do or don’t sleep with, was me.”

“Of course! I just want to tread carefully where Liam’s feelings are concerned because he is the closest thing to a brother I have.”

“Ok, I get that. And I can respect it, actually. But does Liam feel the same way?” I asked him skeptically.

“Maybe if you made it clear to him that you weren’t interested in him. Unless you are?” He shot me a sidelong glance full of trepidation.

“Oh, wait. This is where you want me to choose, right? Between two men I basically just met? If this is the part where I’m supposed to express my undying love for you, or something, you’re going to be sorely disappointed. I already told you, I don’t fall at the feet of any man.”

This shit right here is why I don’t do relationships. Jesus. Men and their emotions. They won’t admit to them, but they expect you to navigate around them all the same. He totally just wanted to hear me say that I wasn’t interested in Liam. But I’m not a liar.

“No, Brooks, that’s not what I-“

“It’s ok.” I assured him, “It’s not like we were in a relationship or anything. If you’d rather I were fucking Liam tonight, I can one hundred precent make that happen.”

He made a strangled noise in the back of his throat, “Goddamn it, that’s not what-“

“I don’t know what you’re trying to prove. Sleeping with Liam is certainly no hardship.” I shrugged.

“I’m just trying to be respectful of his feelings for you.”

I considered that for a moment, then I asked him, “Do you think he’s backing off out of respect for you?”

Just then there was a knock at the door. We both froze. I had my gun in my hand as I looked up at him. He nodded at me and stepped back out of sight of the door as I took my phone out and used it to view the hidden camera I had set up outside my room. I really do have trust issues.

When I saw who was standing in the hallway, I reholstered my firearm and motioned for him to stay out of sight. I opened the door and said, “Thank you, I can take them” to the butler standing in my doorway holding a bouquet of red roses. I mean, could the timing have been more perfect? I just love being proven right.

I turned toward Drake who was giving me an appraising and slightly salacious look.

“What?”

His eyes raked up and down my body, “Nothing, I’m just wondering where the hell that gun went.”

I smirked at him, “A girl has to have some secrets. Now, who on earth could these be from?” I shot him an ‘I told you so’ look as I placed them on a table. His eyes flicked over to the flowers then back to me as I plucked the card and pulled it out of the envelope.

I read it out loud, “Thirteen red roses, one for every hour we’ve spent together. Don’t forget to save a dance for me tomorrow night. Love, L.”

“I-that-he-“

“You have to admit, that’s pretty damn romantic.” I said as I shoved the card back in the envelope.

“I thought you didn’t do romance.” He had regained his composure, mostly. His arms were folded across his chest in a defensive stance.

“I don’t, that doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate a good romantic gesture from others though.” I shrugged nonchalantly as I tossed the card on the table.

“Thirteen hours? I thought New York was-“ I could almost see the wheels turning in his head. He was doing the math, trying to find the extra hours.

“Nine. Then four today.” I supplied.

His brows furrowed in confusion, “Lunch was only an hour.”

“Then three before dinner. He gave me a tour of the palace.” I gave him a smile that was positively innocent and sparkling.

“Really?” He sounded a little disgruntled.

“Really.” I placed both hands on my hips as I gave him a challenging look.

His lips pressed together in a tight line, “He’s using the L word already, huh? After only sleeping together once. Just once, right?” He looked at me for verification. Ohhh, he wants to know if I fucked Liam after the tour. I mean, I would have. But I didn’t. Circumstances and all that.

I smiled, “Just once. So far.”

His head fell back, and he exhaled loudly.

“I mean, it could be twice after tonight. Since you’re not interested-“

I was turning away from him when he practically leapt across the room and grabbed my arm, pulling me back around to face him, “I am most definitely interested, which is what you want me to say, isn’t it? You talk a good game about keeping things casual, but you certainly seem to be trying to goad me into an admission of wanting more.”

We were inches apart, his hand still wrapped around my arm. I tipped my head up to him and let a smile spread slowly across it, “Not an admission of wanting more, Captain, just an admission of wanting, which you made by the way.”

He shook his head as he stared down at me, “You are the most infuriating woman I’ve ever met in my life.”

“Thank you.” I added a fair amount of smolder to the smile I rewarded him with for that statement.

“In what universe was that a compliment?” He asked incredulously.

“In my universe and judging by how dilated your pupils are right now, yours too.” I licked my lips.

“Goddamn it!” He said as he yanked me closer, grabbed a handful of hair and brought his mouth crashing down into mine. There. That was more like it.

Had I been trying to provoke him into admitting he wanted this? Hell yes, I had! Why? Because I wanted it too and damned if I wanted to be feeling it alone.

I responded to that kiss. Because, damn, that kiss was hot! I wrapped both arms around him, wrapped one leg around his waist and arched my body into him. The moan that escaped him was immensely satisfying, as was the bulge that sprang to life in his pants.

I kissed him deeper then I ran my tongue up his jawline and nipped lightly on his ear before scraping my teeth gently down his neck to sink my teeth into the back of his shoulder, not too deeply, just enough to almost hurt. He sucked in a sharp breath as his hands dropped down to dig into my ass.

I ran my hands from his back, over his shoulders and slid them down to rest on his chest, palms open. Then I dropped my leg, removed my mouth from his body, took a step away and pushed him firmly back. His arms reached out to pull me back, but I stepped further out of his reach.

“You wanted to slow things down, Captain. And far be it from me to goad you into anything you don’t want to do.”

“What the hell, Brooks?” He breathed out.

I shrugged. “I agree that we should slow things down; and I have all these dossiers to go through anyway.”

Several emotions slid behind his eyes as he pressed his lips together and stepped further away from me. He looked at me for a moment then nodded, “Fine, I’ll go.” He turned and headed for the hidden door.

“Drake, wait.”

He stopped and turned back toward me.

I closed the distance between us and cupped his face in my hand, “I’m not trying to be difficult. Yes, I provoked you on purpose, but I shouldn’t have. I agree that we shouldn’t be sleeping together if you have reservations about it. I don’t want to cause problems between you and Liam. I’m going to tell you the same thing I told him earlier. I am not looking for, nor do I want, a relationship. And in four months, I’ll be gone anyway. So, it’s pointless for you two to be fighting over me.”

“We’re not exactly fighting-“

“Whatever. Figure out what you want, Walker. Then let me know.”

His eyes ran over my face like he was searching for something. Then he gave me a small nod, “Goodnight, Riley.”

After he left, I flipped through the dossiers, flagging the ones I thought needed follow up. I’d slip the files to Jared and let him handle the employees. No suspect should be overlooked because of their position. In fact, a well-placed waiter or maid was in perfect position to do a lot of surveillance or even a lot of damage. But I obviously couldn’t interact too much with the staff without arousing suspicion, and they wouldn’t open up to a member of the aristocracy anyway, that’s what Jared was here for.

I text Jared and we decided I would order breakfast in my room in the morning, and he would make sure he delivered it. That would be good enough cover if he was seen entering or leaving. With that done, there was nothing left to do except get ready for bed, so I headed for the attached bathroom.

I stood under the water in the shower contemplating if I had just punished myself by sending Drake away. I closed my eyes and thought about how his hands felt on my body. He really did have considerable talent in that area.

Then my thoughts flitted over to Liam and the kiss we had shared earlier in the old guard tower. I wasn’t exactly immune to the way he made me feel either. I mean, as far as problems go, having to pick between two men who both set my body on fire wasn’t the worst one to have.

Considering that I had been clear with both of them about my intentions, I wasn’t really inclined to bother to choose. What difference did it make? I’d be gone in four months anyway.

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The "Rumple Buttercup" situation (Matthew Gray Gubler/ Reader)

Requested?: Yes!

Hi, I don't know if this is where you take request but I was thinking about a 2nd part to "The devils food cake" chapter about when they think of names they argue about the middle name being rumple (Matthew wants rumple to be the middle name (y/n) doesn't)

Category: Flufflies fluff. Hardcore fluff.  

Summary: Matthew tries to convince his wife to name their first newborn "Rumple Buttercup."

Warnings: Zero. I don't think I even cursed on this one. But you have to know how to handle your fluff.

Word count: 2K

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You can read the original one shot here 

A/N: Hello! How is everybody doing this week? Sending love to all my pretty people 💜 I got so excited with this request I made this gif for it ✨

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The house was oddly silent when (Y/N) walked in. She smelled the fresh baked cookies and... lavender? That was new. The place wasn't a mess when she left the house that morning, but it didn't look like that at all. Someone had been taking care of everything in her absence.

- "Matthew?"- (Y/N) walked in and took a look around. Everything was clean and in perfect order. It didn't loot at all like the house she had left that very same morning.

- "In the kitchen, Bunny!"- he announced with a cheerful voice and (Y/N) followed the delicious smell and the sweet voice of her husband.

- "Welcome back! How was your day with your mom?"

- "Hey! It was good. I had fun"- Matthew smiled at his wife as soon as he watched her walk into the kitchen and opened his arms to greet her with a warm hug.

- "I missed you, Bunny"- he whispered and kissed her lips sweetly, cupping her face with both hands, holding her cheeks, and caressing them with his lips.

- "I missed you too, honey."- (Y/N) murmured and sighed, enjoying the sensation of Matthew's hands on her.

- "And how's my little baby bean?"- he whispered, and his hands traveled from her face to her belly.

- "Baby Gub is kicking a lot today. I think he is having a rave in there."

The way Matthew's heart skipped a beat each time he heard the words "Baby Gub" killed him. He couldn't get over the fact he was going to be a father in four months. He couldn't believe it yet. It was his dream come true.

So, Matthew hummed in response and kissed his wife one more time before looking at her with a big adorable, and goofy smile.

- "I've got you a little surprise,"- he announced and held her hand

- "Really? I noticed you did some cleaning. Is that the surprise?"- (Y/N) asked as Gubler insisted she sat on a couch and helped her taking out her purple Converse.

- "That's part of the surprise,"- Matthew answered with a mysterious smile- "Now stay here and relax for a minute."

- "But no. Wait, stay here too, I missed you," (Y/N) argued, but Gubler just pecked her lips and walked back to the kitchen.

- "It will only be a second, Bunny! Meanwhile, tell me, what did you do with your mom today."

- "She took our baby bean shopping. Can you help me get a million bags from the car later?"

- "Sure!!"- Gubler yelled from the kitchen- "What did you get?"

- "Mom went nuts and got us so many baby clothes. I don't think our baby will have time to wear it all before it's too small for him."- Matthew chuckled at the idea of their baby wearing tiny socks that didn't fit on his little feet.

- "Then, she invited me for lunch and overfed me, but I can't complain, 'cos I was starving, and she took me to that little Italian place near to their house, and it's just so good! I think I ate my weight on garlic bread."

Matthew frowned and looked at the tray he was preparing. It had homemade cookies, a chocolate milkshake, one cupcake, and a heart-shaped peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

- "So... you are not hungry?"- he asked, hesitant to bring his wife the snack he had prepared for her.

- "Starving, actually. Your son is gonna make me gain a million pounds."- Matthew smiled and grabbed the tray, walking with confidence back to the family room.

- "That's what I wanted to hear, 'cos I made this for you."

(Y/N) widened her eyes in awed, smiled at her husband when he stood by her side and placed the tray on her legs.

- "I cooked all your favorites while you were gone"

- "Matthew Gray, you are the sweetest husband on Earth"- (Y/N) raised her hands and reached his face, forcing him to lean over and kiss her.

- "What do you want?"- she whispered and smiled

- "What do you mean?"

- "I'm your wife. I've known you for the last... nine years. I know you are going to ask me for something"- Gubler gasped, pretending to be shocked and insulted, but (Y/N) shook her head and took a large sip of her milkshake.

- "Really, (Y/N). I can't believe you think I'm nice to you only because I wanna ask you for something."

- "So you won't?"- (Y/N) raised an eyebrow and chewed a cookie- "These are delicious, honey. Thank you so much."

- "no, you already broke my heart"- Matthew sighed and sat at the other side of the couch.

- "Oh, come on!"

- "I was just trying to be nice with my wife."

- "You are adorable. If I weren't pregnant already, I would actually ask you to knock me up"- Gubler tried not to chuckle but failed.

- "Come on, Gub, give me a smile"- (Y/N) giggled and looked at Matthew- "You know you want to smile."

- "Stop it."

- "Come on, honey"- (Y/N) reached out for his hand and held it- "Just tell me what it was that you wanted to ask me"- Gubler bit his inner cheek and sighed.

- "I hate that you know me so well."

- "It's part of the job of being your wife"- (Y/N) smiled pleased and grabbed another cookie- "So?"- she chewed the cookie and gave one to Matthew.

- "Ok... here's the deal"- Matthew ran his hands through his hair and made a pause, trying to rearrange his thoughts. (Y/N) looked at him, waiting and eating all the cookies on the dish.

- "I'm waiting."

- "Ok, so... we are going to have a kid"- Matthew stated- "And that kid has to have a name"- suddenly (Y/N) knew exactly where that conversation was going.

- "Yes, he has."

- "And we haven't talked about the baby's name"

- "No"- (Y/N) shook her head and crossed her arms on her chest immediately.

- "But I haven't even told you what I wanted to ask."

- "The baby's name won't be Rumble Buttercup."

Matthew opened his mouth to argue, and (Y/N) looked right into his eyes with a deadpan stare.

- "But why not?"

- "Are you serious, Matthew? You already have a "kid" named Rumple."

- "Yes, but it's different, 'cos he is my "first child book," and our baby is our firstborn child."

- "No"- (Y/N) shook her head again and grabbed the sandwich. Yes, she had eaten most of the day, but she really felt hungry. Maybe it was anxiety or cravings, but whatever it was, she just felt hungry the whole time.

- "Come on (Y/N), be fair here."

- "Ok, I'll be fair. Explain your case."

Matthew stood up and cleared his throat, ready to convince his wife. He fixed his hair, though it was a useless attempt to look a little more serious. If anything, he just made her want to laugh more, 'cos he was being adorable.

- "Ever since I was a little kid, I always dreamed about the day I could call my first son "Rumple Buttercup." Rumple is an old family name in the Gubler family, and I am sure naming our baby as his ancestors will assure him a life of happiness and love."

Gubler smiled at his wife, and (Y/N) nodded, chewing the last bite of the sandwich.

- "Who was called Rumple in the Gubler's family?"- she asked, and Matthew almost jumped, looking at her excitedly.

- "Excellent question, Bunny. You'll see, my great-great-grandfather, Rumple Buttercup Gubler, first arrived in America in early 1800, all alone with no family. And he built the first casino of Las Vegas."

- "In the early 1800"- (Y/N) raised an eyebrow and tried not to laugh.

- "He was a visionary. Don't you want our baby to be a visionary too?"

- "I do, I definitely do. But... can we talk about my great-great-grandfather? His name was Yertle, and he also had a vision. And a mustache!"- (Y/N) said and made her best not to laugh, as Matthew raised an eyebrow and bit his lips, trying not to laugh as well.

- "Yertle?"- he asked, crossing his arms on his chest- "Your great-great grandfather's name was Yertle?

- "Yes"- she nodded and smiled- "Yertle the Turtle. It's also an old family name, and most of the man in my family had carried that name after him".

- "I've never heard of one an "uncle Yertle" when we hang out with your family."

- "I've never heard of an "uncle Rumple Buttercup" when we hang out with yours."

- "He has been mentioned many times. All the Rumples of my family has been amazing men."

- "Just like our good old Yertle."

- "But I called dibs on the baby's name!"- Matthew failed and laughed at his own words and sat by his wife, huffing. (Y/N) giggled and rested her head on his shoulder.

- "What if we find a great name together?"- she whispered. Matthew held her hand and played with her fingers between his for a second.

- "Or we can call him Rumple."

- "Rumple Yertle Gubler"- she whispered and shook her head- "I'm not sure."

- "Rumple Buttercup Yertle Gray Gubler"- he corrected and chuckled- "Fine, let's find another name."

- "Thank you, honey"- (Y/N) smiled and sighed- "Wanna split the cupcake?"

- "Yes, please."

Matthew looked at his wife, carefully splitting the cupcake he had made for her, and took half. He could have had a whole tray of cupcakes, but that was the only one that didn't burn. Matthew wasn't really the best baker in the world, but he had tried his best. He wanted to do something nice for his wife. She hadn't been feeling good in the last few weeks. The baby kept her up most of the nights, moving and kicking. She couldn't really rest, and everybody kept telling her it wasn't going to be any better once the baby was born.

- "So... wanna think of names now?"- (Y/N) asked him with a smile- "Wanna think of another man with an amazing vision and incredible mustache to name our baby?"

- "Actually"- Matthew whispered and smiled- "I had a plan B in case you weren't on board with Rumple."

- "Really?"- (Y/N) frowned, wondering what was Matthew going to come up with now- "Suprise me."

- "Vincent"- there was a long silence after Gubler said that name. (Y/N) gave it a little thinking, running all the nickname options in her head.

- "Vincent Gray Gubler"- Matthew added the rest of the name- "What do you think?"

- "LIttle Vincent Gray Gubler... Vince, Vinnie..."

- "Like Vincent Price. He is an amazing man with a vision and an incredible mustache."

(Y/N) kept nodding as she finished eating her cupcake. Her husband turned to her and waited for an answer.

- "I love the name"- she whispered and grinned at Matthew- "What do you think, Vincent Gray?"- she asked, looking at her tummy.

- "Knock once for yes and twice for no"- Matthew giggled and caressed (Y/N) belly. And as if he could hear them, the little baby kicked her once. The Gublers looked at each other with wide-opened eyes, surprised and shocked by the quick answer of their unborn son.

- "It's settled then, Vincent!"- Matthew replied to the belly and kissed it- "You just picked your name!"

(Y/N) looked at her husband and moved closer, holding his face with both hands, and pulling him closer to her.

- "I love you, Gub"- she whispered and kissed him

- "I love you too, Mrs. Gub."

- "Thank you for putting a baby on my belly,"- she murmured, and he chuckled, caressing her hair and looking into her eyes, which were getting a little tearful at the moment.

- "Sorry, hormones"- she excused herself and chuckled- "I'm just so excited we picked his name."

- "I'm excited too, Bunny,"- Matthew whispered and kissed her one more time- "Now, what do you say I get you some herbal tea?"

- "I'd ask you to marry me, but you already did,"- she answered with a huge smile. Matthew kissed her one more time and stood up. Vincent Gray Gubler. Sounded like a dream.  

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Albert Plots aka coda to 4x02

One of Bucks house rules is: don't barge into my room unannounced.

It only becomes a house rule, of course, after Albert inadvertently interrupts his therapy session as he's mid sentence. 

"Oh crap, sorry sorry, I didn't realize--I mean, I thought--sorry." Albert finishes lamely, cringing at his own intrusion.

Buck practically chucks his tablet across his bed, face down, in his surprise. “Dude, knock.” 

Albert shrugs, grimacing apologetically. “You don’t have a door though?” 

Buck sighs, running a hand through his hair nervously. “Just...announce yourself next time, ok? Like, yell ‘I’m coming up’ or whatever.” 

Albert nods. “Sorry.” he mutters again. 

Buck decides the kid looks contrite enough that he can brush the whole thing off--it’s not like he overheard anything. “It’s ok, don’t worry, we’re good. What’s up? You needed something?” 

“I wanted to see if you wanted to order pizza but um,” Chimneys little brother pauses and scratches the back of his head. “Are you ok?” 

Buck gulps. “Uh, yeah, I--why wouldn’t I be?” Well shit, Buck thinks, maybe he did overhear a tidbit or two, after all... 

“Well,” Albert purses his lips to one side. “What you said just now, about hiding your feelings? Sorry, I really didn’t mean to eavesdrop--I was hungry and didn’t think before running up here. But um, listen, if you ever need an ear or a shoulder,” he shrugs delicately. “You’ve been there for me before a few times now. I like to think we’re good friends, so I want you to know you can always count on me to be there if you need someone. That’s all.” 

Buck would be touched if he weren’t also kind of mortified over having been caught spilling his guts to Dr. Copeland. Albert must see that, because he immediately moves to change the subject. “So, pizza?” 

“Yup,” Buck clears his throat. “Sal’s is the best joint in the area, their menu’s on the fridge, call and order whatever you want. I’ll umm, I’ll join you in a little bit.” 

"Ok." Albert scurries off quickly enough and Buck feels a little bad for not being more reassuring that he's not upset with him. But it's hard; being vulnerable, that is.

********

An hour later dinner is silent and just a tiny bit awkward between the two men.

It's only after a couple of beers that Buck loosens up enough to blurt out, "I'm in love with Eddie."

Albert blinks up at him in surprise. "Oh shit." His face breaks out into a happy grin. "Dude, that's awesome! I always thought you two would be good together. Actually, I gotta admit, I thought you two were dating when we first met at that bar. So it makes sense." Albert's voice trails off upon realizing how red Buck's face has gone. "Wait, did you not--you know? Know?" Albert's eyes grow wide.

Buck shrugs. "I kinda always knew? But I mean, the Eddie thing is..." He groans, "How am I supposed to tell my best friend I'm in love with him? It would ruin everything."

Albert shakes his head adamantly. "No way man, you said it yourself, Eddie's your best friend, your feelings for him wouldn't 'ruin' anything. Even if by some crazy chance he doesn't feel the same way it's not like he'd stop being friends with you."

Buck rubs a hand up his shoulder and bites on his bottom lip. "But what if that's exactly what happens? I don't wanna hide my feelings anymore, from anyone, but I don't think I can take that risk--it's too big, I could lose too much."

Albert has seen the way Eddie looks at Buck when he thinks no one is else is paying attention. “Look man, I’m not exactly the observant type--Howie can tell you that--but even I can see Eddie’s heart eyes when he’s looking in your direction.” 

Buck groans, hiding his face in his hands. “I just don’t wanna mess up what we have.” he looks up, his expression sullen. “We’ve got a good thing going.” he shrugs. “If I confess my feelings there’s a chance--” he sighs, hanging his head. “I can’t do it.” 

Albert reaches over and squeezes his shoulder in support. Suddenly an idea strikes him. “Hey,” he jumps up. “What if I could prove to you that Eddie’s just as into you as you are, into him? Would you say something then?” 

Buck lifts his head to look Albert in the eye, “How would you go about doing that?” 

Albert waves him off. “You don’t gotta worry about that part. Just trust me.” 

Buck raises a brow, dubious. “Ok, but you need to promise you won’t say anything about my feelings to Eddie--or to anyone, for that matter. Not even Chimney can know.” 

“I swear, not a word!” 

*********

Albert strikes over the weekend, during a friendly game of basketball with the 118. Albert had originally only been intending to play one on one with Chim, like usual, but had convinced him to invite everyone at the station, too, last minute. 

“Buck’s on my team!” Albert declares, before anyone can even truly get settled. 

Chim glares at Albert. “Oh yeah, call dibs on our tallest guy.” 

Albert shrugs, throwing an arm around Buck and pulling him close. “And let’s not forget the most handsome.” he winks at Buck with the subtlety of a fire engine racing across town. 

Chim raises a questioning brow at his brother but otherwise doesn’t comment. “Uh huh. Anyway, then I want Eddie on my team.” 

Eddie steps up beside Chim, giving Buck a look. “Ready to get your ass handed to you?” 

Buck scoffs. “I have the power of youth on my side, thanks.” he says, pointing to Albert. 

Bobby clears his throat. “This is starting to feel a lot like a middle school gym class, where I’m picked last for teams.” 

Hen bumps his fist in camaraderie. “Preach, Cap.” 

“Hen, I call Hen!” Chimney immediately announces, practically dragging his best friend over to his side. 

“Good, cause I was gonna pick Captain Nash anyway.” Albert sticks his tongue out. 

Buck grins when Bobby walks over to stand beside him. His parents never let him play sports when he was a kid--he had to forge their signatures for whatever ‘dangerous’ activity he wanted to participate in, and so he and his dad had never gotten to toss the ball around in the backyard the way most of his friends had, growing up. 

Being on the same team with Bobby now kind of feels like that. Not that he’d say it out loud. He’s way too old for that stuff now. Not to mention the fact that now he has to focus on both the game and on whatever Albert is plotting with him and Eddie. 

Buck sighs. He should’ve kept his big mouth shut. 

The game starts out friendly enough, some playful jabs thrown here and there, but Buck can tell Albert and Chimney are out for blood, knocking elbows and teasing the other when they miss a shot. Though, he concedes, they are siblings, and well, he and Maddie, even at this age, can still get a little overly zealous when competing with one another. So he’s not too worried. 

They take a break about half way through the game, sweaty and tired from running around so much, when Albert starts to speak. “Man, I can’t wait for that double date next Friday.” 

Chim glances up at him from the bench, where he’s rehydrating. “You’re going on a date? First I’ve heard.” 

Albert nods. “Yup. With Buck and these two really cool chicks I met at the coffee shop a couple of weeks ago.” 

Eddie furrows his brows. “Did you say Friday?” 

Albert nods, knowing exactly where this is going. 

Eddie turns to Buck, who’s trying his best to telepathically communicate with Albert to cut it out before he strangles the kid. “Uh, Friday’s game night.” he says, his tone slightly accusatory. 

Bobby’s eyes dart between the two men curiously. Hen presses her lips together. “Game night?” 

Eddie nods. “Every Friday we get together at my place and do a game night. Christopher looks forward to ‘em every week.” 

Albert cuts in before Buck can say anything. “Wow, you two sound like a married couple with a kid.” he teases. “But I mean, what’s the big deal, missing one game night? Buck could meet the love of his life Friday night. Isn’t that a little more important?” 

Eddie makes a face none of the crew can really read. “Guess you’re right.” he agrees reluctantly, picking up the ball and passing it to Chimney just a tad on the rough side. “Break’s over, let’s get back to it, yeah?” He steps out into the court without looking back, his shoulders set rigidly. 

Albert grins at Buck, whispering as the others head to the court as well, “It’s working!” 

“He looks like he wants to kill someone.” Buck half whispers back, eyes wide. “Your plan sucks.” 

“Shh, you’ll be thanking me later, now c’mon, let’s go!” Albert runs into the court and takes his position at the front, between Buck and Bobby. 

Buck can’t help but focus entirely on Eddie’s sour mood during the game, which is probably why he doesn’t notice the uneven asphalt as he goes to catch Bobby’s toss until it’s too late. He loses his footing and goes down hard. 

Buck’s back and side hit the pole connected to the basketball net and the damn thing actually shakes with the force of the collision. Bobby is on him instantly, helping him up and asking if he’s alright. Buck tries to say he’s fine, but the moment he’s standing he bends over, wrapping an arm around himself, wincing in pain. “Hurts.” he admits. 

Eddie sprints across the ball court to help Bobby get Buck to the benches where he can sit and they can see what’s going on. Hen lifts his shirt and grimaces tightly at the humongous ugly bruise already forming against his back and part of his chest. “Jesus, Buck.” she feels around that area. 

Buck gasps at the onslaught of pain and tries his best not to flinch away from her. 

“Definitely some bruised ribs, Buck,” Hen tells him sympathetically, pulling down his shirt as gently as she can. “Possibly fractured. I would definitely get this checked out in the ER, in case they’re broken. They’ll need to do an x-ray and a CT just to rule it out.” 

Buck groans. “Can’t I just ice it?” 

“C’mon,” Bobby shakes his head, helping Buck get up. “I’m taking you--” 

Eddie interrupts, his hand on Buck’s shoulder. “I can go. Christopher’s at a sleepover today, so I’m free anyway.” he volunteers. 

Buck is in too much pain to argue with either of them, and ends up in the front passenger seat of Eddie’s truck. Bobby makes Eddie promise to text the team updates. 

**********

Eddie fills out Bucks form so he can hold an ice pack to his side while they wait in the ER. Once he’s done he hands it to the nurse at the front desk and sits down next to Buck. “How ya’ feeling?” 

Buck knows there isn’t a point to lying, not when he needed to lean the majority of his weight on the other man from the car to the waiting room, after all. “Like the whole left side of me got hit by a car.” 

“Here, gimme that, I’ll hold it for you.” Eddie takes the ice pack and places it gently against his side, grimacing when Buck cringes. “Hurt a lot?” 

“Only when I breath.” Buck jokes, though it’s not too far from the truth. “You know you don’t have to stay here with me, I can call an Uber to drive me home. The place is packed, we’re probably gonna be waiting for hours.” 

Eddie rolls his eyes. “I’m not leaving you, so this had better be your first and last attempt at getting me to go.” 

Buck sighs. “Fine.” 

“Good.” Eddie clears his throat. “So...” 

Buck turns his eyes towards him. “So?” 

“You’re really not coming to game night Friday?” 

Buck looks away. He doesn’t want to lie to Eddie, but how crazy would he look if he told him Albert made all that up--in order to admit the truth he’d also have to confess his feelings for his best friend, and there’s just no way in hell that’s happening. “Yeah,” he says instead, “Sorry, I was planning on telling you later today, it just kinda slipped my mind.” 

Eddie hums, pursing his lips. “No it’s cool, Albert’s right. She might be the one.” he says, though it’s said dryly. 

Buck looks up at him from underneath his long lashes, curiously. “And uh, if she is?” 

“Then,” Eddie shrugs, “Good for you.” 

Buck nods. 

An uncomfortable silence falls upon the two men and it’s another half hour of awkwardness before Eddie picks up the conversation again. 

“You know what,” he starts, turning to Buck, “I lied. Not good for you.” 

Buck blinks at the bluntness. “What?” 

“I don’t want you to go on that date. And I don’t want to cancel game night. I know it’s selfish and I’m being kind of psycho right now, but I think I’m jealous?” Eddie’s mouth snaps shut, as though he hadn’t meant to say any of that out loud. Like the words simply spilled forth without his brains permission. 

“You’re jealous? Of...what?” Buck doesn’t dare to hope this is what he thinks it is. 

Eddie groans, putting down the ice pack for a moment and turning his chair completely to the side so he can face Buck fully. “I know I said Christopher looks forward to game nights, and he does, but so do I. I look forward to spending time with the two of you together and I get excited when our shifts line up on certain weeks and I’m getting tired of saying goodnight and watching you walk to your Jeep, all because I’m too much of a coward to just say--” Eddie stops himself, his chest aching, the words caught in his throat. 

“I’m in love with you.” Buck blurts out. 

“You--” Eddie stammers. “You are?” he asks in disbelief. 

Buck gulps, his cheeks heating up. “For a while now, I think. I just...hadn’t realized until recently.” Dr. Copeland had been a huge part of figuring that out. 

“Christ,” Eddie doesn’t waste a second more. He takes Bucks face in his hands and brings their foreheads together right then and there. “Can I...?” 

Buck nods, their lips brushing slightly with the motion. “Please.” 

Eddie kisses him, softly, tentatively, before pulling away just a bit. “I love you.” he confesses breathlessly. 

Buck thinks his heart might actually burst out of his chest. 

Man, Albert is never gonna let him hear the end of this. 

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[candyopala]

Stuck in his ways, Chapter 5

Chapter Summary:  Y/N’s training begins, but not before she discovers one of Obito’s secrets.

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5:30 in the morning. It is the sixth time Y/N has woken up. This whole concussion thing has messed up her whole sleeping schedule, she tried her best to get some rest, but to no avail. She ended up sleeping for about fourteen or fifteen hours between small intervals, but she feels worse than before. 

Y/N drags herself out of bed, makes some coffee, and brushes her teeth, the whole deal. Having a constant roof above her head is nice, she has to admit that. Not having to worry about wild animals and the climate is cool, but the warmth of a bed is the best part of it. Tying her brand new bandana on her forehead, she leaves the small apartment and heads to the training grounds on the outskirts of the village.  

She makes her way through the village’s main market, trying to avoid stumbling onto the hundreds of busy people bustling around her. Watching people attend to their duties and following their routines has always been a hobby of hers, she always found interest in seeing people who can afford to do the same thing every day, have some sort of routine. Can she consider herself one of them now? No, maybe not. Ninjas are always doing different missions and whatnot; their routines are as fucked up as a merc’s. Maybe she can become a baker in another life, who knows? 

Around the corner, a hand blocking her way surprises her. At the end of it is a medium height man with his hair tucked into some sort of fabric, with bits of brown hair coming out of the sides. The man holds a toothpick between his lips, accompanied by a smug smile and an attitude that instantly annoys Y/N. 

“’Sup babygirl, how come I’ve never seen you around?”

“I’ve been busy for the last 26 years”

“Busy living in my dreams, I bet”

“Busy fucking you mom, actually”

The sleazy type is the worst in Y/N’s opinion. Nothing disgusts her more than someone who thinks they’re hot shit just because they’re attractive. She pushes him away and keeps on walking.  

“Ouch! Feisty, I like that. I’ll remember ya!” he states as he leaves the scene with a wink and a flick of his toothpick. 

This has to be a joke, what a douchebag.

Going back on her way and observing the people, she closes into a mass of messy short black hair. The man has his back turned to her, but by the jonin vest and height, she assumes it could be… no, wait… it could not be! This man is helping an old lady carry a shitload of groceries, he would never be nice enough to do that. 

Could it be him!?

From afar, she changes angle to try and catch a glimpse of his face. After much difficulty dodging busy locals, she is able to see clearly and… it’s Obito! Obito Uchiha helping a poor old lady carry her stuff, I wish I had a camera on me. She thinks of approaching him, but she decides against it in favor of watching from a distance to see where this goes. 

Turns out the frail woman lives on the other side of town. Obito sure enough has carried all that stuff through the worst climbs Y/N has ever seen on a city. But that was not all: he was being extra nice. He laughed at all her jokes and even smiled back at her. This is grade A entertainment. 

When they finally reach her destination, the old lady pulls out a lollypop and gives it to him. Y/N immediately loses her shit, almost falling from the ceiling she is in because of her fit of laughter. Before she can compose herself, she notices a presence behind her. She was discovered, but who cares? She has seen enough. Obito towers above her, trying to look intimidating, but failing to do so since he has a lollipop on his mouth. 

“First you invade my house, now you’re following me. Are you sure I’m the one who should be called a creep?”

“Well, you’re right. Maybe I’ll start calling you… Granny Simp Uchiha©, how about that?”  

“I hate you”

“Ow, I’m so hurt, oh my god, how could you? But seriously, I didn’t mean to intrude, but when I saw that… I needed to see more to believe it” She states as she breaks into another fit of laughter

“Let’s go, we’re late for training”

“Have you ever been on time a day of your life, though?”

“Never, I’ll probably be late for my own funeral”

“Fair enough. Wait, did you just make a joke that’s not on my expense?”

“Oh no, your dumbassery is influencing me!” He raises his gloved hands ironically

“Shut up”

 ~”~

 They both reach the training grounds at around 7:30, late but not a whole lot, thanks to Obito’s kamui. Obito will have to make some slight modifications on the mission report to avoid Minato’s wrath. After a quick warmup, Obito goes straight to the point: 

“How much do you even know about jutsu?”

“Well… I can do that chakra punch, maybe walk on water and trees or release genjutsu, but that’s all.”

“Not even a clone or some substitution jutsu?”

“Nope”

“So you’re basically an academy student with enough brute force to take down S rank criminals… That’s… odd”

Y/N scratches the back of her head, clearly embarrassed by her lack of training. Obito did not expect to have to teach such basic things. I mean, if he wanted to teach people stuff he would have signed up for a job at the academy. He still cannot believe Minato sensei is putting him up to this babysitting job. 

He needs to do well on this mission if he wants to get back onto the Hokage’s good side and guarantee his position as the next one. This is his second day with Y/N and things have been insane and… fun? No, he should not be thinking like that. Perhaps he should also go talk with Kushina and ask her to convince sensei to let him go from this one; he was always her favorite after all.

“Granny simp? You ok? Did I disappoint you that much?”

Obito fixes his bandana’s position over his left eye, trying to get himself out of his head. He is here now, so he had better get to work. If he can control himself enough not to put her under a nasty genjutsu for calling him that again, that is. 

“Call me that again and I’ll tell everyone that you saw me naked”

“You were not naked, dickhead. And what’s wrong with that?”

“Uhm…?”

“…?”

“Anyway… we’ll start with some cloning jutsu. Have you ever done any seals?”

“Only one or two”

“Try to copy what I’m doing”

“Hey! Stop doing it so fast!”

She honestly seems to be giving her best, but her hand signs are not quite right and the chakra distribution on her network must be all wrong, judging by her failure in producing something that seems to be remotely human. This takes Obito’s memory back to his old academy days, back when he could not do a single clone properly. He would spend whole nights awake training to achieve something passable. Rin helped him a lot back then. The only thing he has ever taught someone was that sexy jutsu to Naruto. To say Kushina was mad was an understatement. 

“Concentrate your chakra all along your body, not only on your hands”

“Hum… right, can I get a lollipop after this?”

Four hours later and Y/N has finally mastered two basic jutsu: substitution and cloning. She almost passed out several times due to exhaustion, but thanks to some food pills, she is enduring todays training much better. 

Obito has been analyzing her every movement with his sharingan. Looking closely her techniques lack grace, truly a sign of someone who learned everything they know by experience. He needs to fix that too. 

Her endurance is also remarkably low. If she were to fight right now, she could do maybe two or three jutsu before passing out, making her rely solely onto her speed and blade habilities. The girl is more of a samurai than a ninja at this point. Examining her file earlier, he noticed that her chakra reserves are not that low as she has stated before, according to the medical department she has an average quantity of it. She just lacks the ability to use it properly.  

Some very hard work is in order; it could take some months to get her into decent shape. That would be too much time and effort for Obito, there has to be another way of dealing with this mission quicker. 

He did not want to do this, but he will have to talk to Kakashi for some teaching tips. Hell, if he was able to teach anything useful to Naruto he will be able to come up with a routine to help Y/N’s training. 

I just hope he doesn’t decide to bother me about this situation…

After dropping Y/N on her house, with much protest from her part, Obito heads to the village’s café to meet with Kakashi Hatake. He knows that the ninja likes to spend his late afternoons reading his porn books accompanied by some coffee, disgusting stuff if you ask Obito. The coffee, that is. He has no formed opinion on porn books.

Approaching the store, he spots his friend’s mass of upward pointing grey hair. Something is different about him, though. Kakashi is usually… a very apathetic person. The look he gave Obito had chills running the Uchiha’s spine, he looked, well, excited. 

“Obito! I finally found you! Sit down”

Aliens killed him and this is a body double. Or this is one of Gai’s practical jokes. Obito is honestly stumped.

“Are you ok bakashi?”

“Great! So… who’s the girl?”

Great, just awesome.      

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

“Of course you know, everyone is talking about how you were seen walking up and down with some mysterious gal. I’m so happy for you! Finally you’re going to stop being a sad grumpy bachelor! I’ll call dibs on the position of best-man” and suddenly Kakashi jumps up from his seat, coming closer to Obito’s face “Have you guys done it yet? Did she run away from you and now you need my advice? You could use some techniques from Icha I-”

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Those books are rotting your brain, seriously what the hell?”

“So is it true?”

[savoies]

Flashing Lights - Pierre Luc Dubois.

Summary: the boy from the club brings you a warmth that you have never felt before.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of drunkenness, the usual club stuff, mentions of hooking up, and maybe a few bad words.

A/N: first of thank you to my @tkachuk-yeah for helping me with this and thank you to everyone who voted for this and i hope you enjoy this fic that formed from an idea i had at 1am.

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Clubs, some people loved them and some people hated them. You found yourself somewhere in the latter group, as you’d much rather stay home than go out. That being said, you didn't really know why you agreed to have your roommate drag you out of your apartment on a Friday night when you could be in front of your tv binge watching your favorite show. 

Yet, here you stood in close proximity to people you didn't know, all for a drink and to quote your roommate’s words, “letting loose.” While she went to go look for a table, you went to go get the drinks, but, of course, it wasn't as easy as you thought it would be. Another reason to stay at home, you thought.

"Excuse me, can I order a drink, please?" You said, repeating yourself about five times and still, the bartender paid you no mind. You were about to walk off when a much taller stranger caught the bartender's attention for you.

"Excuse me, can we get some drinks over here please."

"Thank you for that. I have been trying to get his attention for the last ten minutes." You huffed. You quickly gave your order and turned to the kind stranger.

"No problem," he smiled up at you and stuck his hand out, "I’m Pierre."

You made sure to return the gesture, "I'm Y/N, nice to meet you." And as both of you guys waited for your drinks you guys managed to make some small talk. Soon after getting the drinks and thanking the somewhat stranger, you walked back to your table. 

Your roommate passed the time by talking about any cute person that came into her view and how she hoped that she would go home with someone tonight. Honestly, you were draining most of her talking out, not because you were disinterested, but because your mind kept wandering to the cute boy who said his name was Pierre. Now you’ll likely have to deal with the fact that you probably would never see him again.

"So, do you want to go dance?" your roommate asked. You were well aware you were probably being a party pooper, but you much rather preferred to sit down with your drink than grind up on some sweaty stranger. 

“Not tonight, there’s way too many sweaty people out there,” you said as you shook your head in disgust. You were thankful that your roommate wasn't too mad as she shrugged and brought up another topic of conversation. 

"Oh my god!" 

You jumped at the sudden outburst of your roommate. "Ok, Y/N, do not look now, but there is a really hot guy a few tables down and I am definitely calling dibs." Rolling your eyes at her, you turned around to look for the guy she was talking about.

There stood the guy from earlier with what you assumed to be some of his friends. Your roommate kicked you under the table and you turned back around. "Ow! What the fuck was that for?" you yelped. 

"Because you turned around when I told you not to, and oh my god, he is now coming over here! Act natural." She said as she fixed her hair. As her words processed in your mind, your eyes widened. The cute guy from earlier was coming over and you definitely did not know how to act.

"Hi Y/N." He stood in front of you and smiled. Your roommate looked at you and then up at Pierre and soon realized that you guys knew each other. Considering it would be awkward to just sit there, she stood up and excused herself to go get a drink. Pierre took this as an opportunity to sit in front of you, and you finally took in his features under the harsh club lights. You noticed how a few freckles scattered his face, how the tattoos on his forearm looked nice even though you weren't even a big fan of tattoos, and how the color of his shirt brought out the color of his eyes.

"Hi Pierre," you replied. Soon, both of you launched into conversation, just as you had before. Everything just seemed to flow between the two of you, like you guys had known each other for years instead of meeting a few hours earlier. After two hours of what felt like screaming at each other across the table, Pierre spoke up even louder, "Do you want to get out of here and go somewhere else?" 

You stopped your conversation. You weren't one to just go back to someone's place after you met. But, during your entire encounter with Pierre, you did not feel uncomfortable once. Pierre noticed your silence and spoke up again, "Oh no, uhm, not like that," he smiled, "not that I wouldn't want to," he let out a small laugh before continuing, "but, uhm, I mean somewhere quiet where we can talk better."

Of all the times that your roommate had dragged you out, you had never met someone who wanted to get out and just talk. Pierre’s honesty came as a shock to you because it was unlike anything you had experienced while going out and meeting someone. You liked the way his laugh made you smile. Soon, both of you stood up and walked to the exit. You made eye contact with your roommate and she shot you two thumbs up and smiled back.

After walking side by side, both of you reached a small coffee shop that wasn't too crowded, walked up to the counter, and ordered whatever you guys liked. 

Both sitting towards the back with your warm beverage, you guys talked for the next few hours as the sky darkened. You managed to talk about life: growing up the way you did, how you guys got to where you were now, and what you guys wanted in the future. You never thought that you would meet someone tonight, let alone someone that you would be able to get this personal with. You were glad that your roommate had gotten you out because you didn't know it yet, but after that night of sitting in the small cafe and observing the cars pass by, you would grow closer to Pierre. You would soon be able to call him yours while tracing his freckles and tattoos that you fell in love with, and complimenting him when his shirt brought out his eye color. But most importantly, you would be able to tell him how much he meant to you and how much you loved him.