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As it Comes Back to Me

Natasha Romanoff x WinterSoldier!Reader

Summary: Your whole life you'd been living for a mission, whether it be protecting your family or fighting just to see the next sunrise. If you didn’t slow down though, you stood to lose someone you couldn’t live without.

Takes place during the events of Captain America: Civil War.

Word Count: 8,000

A/N: I spent way too much time writing this instead of studying for class.

“Hey kids,” you said, walking up to wrap your arms around Steve and Bucky. You’d just been promoted to Major and had been sent back to the states to escort a fresh round of recruits to the front. There was a big event tonight though which begged for your attention. Howard Stark was showing some new invention or other of his. You’d never been too interested in what the scientists had to say, but there would be plenty of girls out looking to be asked to a dance.

Steve, your little brother–both in age and stature–looked less than thrilled at your return. “What’s wrong, buddy?” You asked, shaking his shoulder.

“It’s not fair,” he protested, shrugging out of your embrace. “I should be heading out with you and Buck tomorrow. I want to fight. I know I can help.” You felt for Steve. If it was him and Bucky standing in uniform and not you, you’re sure you’d be missing out on a whole lot.

“I know, I know. I’m sure you’d give them Nazis real cause to turn and run,” you said, knowing he wouldn’t be able to hold a rifle properly.

“Yeah,” Bucky added. “Ya know you should’ve seen him earlier today. Fought off some punk in an alleyway with a trash can lid. Kicked his ass real good if you ask me.”

“Bucky,” Steve said. “Ya said you wouldn’t tell.”

“Oh, right. Sorry, what I meant to say was that Steve got beat up and I had to come rescue him.” The soon to be sergeant ruffled your brother’s hair.

“No, I know what you’re really upset about is that I’m stealing your boy here,” you said, nodding at Bucky.

“Yeah, yeah, enough. Now come on, I wanna get a good look at the car. All the posters were sayin’ Stark could make it fly.” Steve began to weave his way through the crowd, giving you no choice but to follow.

“I’m worried about leaving him here all alone, ya know?” Bucky said, a crease forming between his brow.

“He’s tough, and he’s smart. Always has been, you know that. Honestly, if they should be sendin’ anyone to fight they should be sendin’ him instead of us. But spirit’s not gonna win a fight, ya gotta back it up with somethin’. Point is, he’ll be fine on his own. Maybe if we’re lucky when we get back he’ll have found himself a nice girl to care for.” You smirked at Bucky.

He ignored the jab as he waved at a group of nice looking girls. You waved too, flashing a smile and admiring the way their skirts fit. “Hey girls!” He shouted. As they made their way through the bustling crowd, he turned to you again. “I just worry about him. I care about him a lot and I can see how torn up he is about us gettin’ to go when he can’t.” A frown appeared to dim the light on his face. “What if he does something stupid while we’re off?”

You clapped him on the shoulder and said, “You worry too much Barnes. You ought to save some of that for the war.”

Giggling, the girls–the names of which Bucky had supplied earlier and which you had promptly forgotten–siddled up. The one nearest to you was a brunette with a yellow skirt and a white flower in her hair. She took your hand and pulled you right up to the front row. “Come on soldier, the show is startin’.”

You smiled and let yourself get lost among the din and the spectacle.

From beside you, Steve waved at you and said your name.

He said your name again, and again. You finally tore your gaze away from the TV monitor mounted in the corner of the room. Steve was much, much bigger now; even taller than you. You were still adjusting to the change. Although he still had the same kind gaze that came with naturally always wanting to do what was right, and believing others wanted the same. You wondered if you had been like that once too.

“We need to get him out of there,” he said. Your gaze flicked back over to the security footage that showed Bucky restrained in a mobile holding unit reinforced with metal supports and bullet proof glass. You had thought he was dead, and turns out Steve had thought the both of you were long gone. And apparently, fate wasn’t done with any of you yet. Bucky looked drastically different. His hair had grown out to his chin and he had lost the boyish swagger and proud glimmer in his eyes. But beneath the bulk and hardened exterior you still saw your friend.

“I know. Something doesn’t feel right about this,” you said. A year ago you had been similarly detained. But you were held in the Avengers Compound and were surrounded by friendly faces. The people here were not so sympathetic. You could feel the passing judgment not just on the Winter Soldier, but on you as well.

“Maybe we could talk to Tony again,” Steve said.

From his seat across the table Sam shook his head. “Did you not just hear him tell us he was fully committed to kissing the government’s ass? Steve, I understand this whole ‘peace at all costs’ approach, but I have a feeling we’re not going to get our way by talking this time.”

“Sam’s right,” you said, mouth twisting into a defeated frown. Through the glass wall of the office you were sitting in you watched a certain Avenger weave her way through the crowded room. You were torn, but Natasha had made her choice. “We’re going to have to consider punching our way out of this one. I got off lucky, but things are different now. The whole world is watching what will happen to him. Compromise isn’t an option anymore.”

Hands on his hips, Steve sighed. “Well, we aren’t going to be able to grab him and get out of here. And we need our gear back if we have any hopes of not getting locked up in a real cell.”

As if sensing your staring, Natasha looked over. Quickly you averted your eyes and suddenly found the tabletop very interesting. But you knew she had caught you. Just a couple of weeks ago you had been spending your mornings going out on runs with her and your evenings watching her try and fail to play chef. She could go on for hours talking about the world and bringing you up to speed. You didn’t know what was more interesting; that the world had turned upside down or the way her voice sounded as she helped you make sense of it all.

And you both enjoyed the newfound freedom neither of you believed you’d ever see nor deserved. You had thought you knew her well enough to predict which side of the so-called Sokovia Accords she would be on. Turned out maybe you didn’t.

Sharon Carter walked into the sound proofed room, hopefully bringing more news. She seemed to have a soft spot for Steve, and you and Sam by extension. She was also the only person here that seemed to want to communicate with the three of you.

On the screen a man sat down at a table across from Bucky. He shuffled some papers around and faced your friend as if in conversation. You stood with your hands braced on the table and watched intently. A glove covered the shiny metal of your right hand. Under your sleeve, the flexible steel plating melded with flesh just below your elbow.

You knew visual without audio would only get you so far, but you’d be damned if you could figure out how to turn it on.

“The receipt for your gear,” Sharon said, handing a slip of paper to Sam.

He took one look at it and scoffed. “Bird costume? Come on.”

“I didn’t write it,” she said, trying to hide a faint smile. Now was not the time for jokes. Noticing the attention on the TV screen she pushed some buttons on a control panel and the audio switched on.

The camera showed a modestly dressed middle-aged man. “I’m not here to judge you,” he told Bucky. “I just want to ask you a few questions. Do you know where you are, James?.” He glanced down at his notes and removed his glasses amicably. From another angle, part of the screen detailed an uncomfortably close profile of Bucky’s face. After a moment of silence, he went on. “I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me, James.”

“My name is Bucky,” he answered, still not making eye contact with the man.

“Who is that man?” You asked, wary of the stranger who was supposedly the only person authorized to make contact with the Winter Soldier.

“He’s a psychologist sent by the United Nations just to conduct a primary evaluation. I’m not familiar with him personally,” Sharon said.

Steve studied the blurry photograph of Bucky that had been taken after he set the bomb off in Vienna. “Why would the Task Force release this photo to begin with?”

“Get the word out, involve as many eyes as we can?” Sharon supplied.

“Right. It’s a good way to flush a guy out of hiding. Set off a bomb, get your picture taken. Get seven billion people looking for the Winter Soldier.” You could see the gears in his brain turning. Steve had always been the intuitive one.

“You’re saying someone framed him to find him,” Sharon said, catching on.

Sam spoke up, unsure of where your brother was going. “Steve, we looked for the guy for two years and found nothing.”

“Sam has a point,” you said. You were all too familiar with the Winter Soldier program. If you didn’t want to be found, you had the ability to make yourself dead to the world. “We were trained to blend in, to hide in plain sight. Even if he had to run, no one man would ever be able to find him.”

“We didn’t bomb the UN. That turns a lot of heads,” Steve asserted.

“Yeah, but to your point,” Sharon said, nodding at you. “That doesn’t guarantee that whoever framed him would get him. It guarantees that we would.”

“Yeah,” Steve breathed.

So there was a mole in the government, and he was probably in the building. Your gaze narrowed and you watched the people milling about outside your little bubble with a new suspicion. Whoever it was was obviously already ten steps ahead, you would have to wait until he made his next move. Beside you Sam stood from his seat, eyes similarly flicking from the screen to the windows and back. Steve looked like a racehorse ready to spring from its stall.

From the corner of the room, the conversation continued on through the speakers, even if no one was paying much attention any longer. “Tell me, Bucky. You’ve seen a great deal, haven’t you?” The man asked.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“You fear that…if you open your mouth, the horrors might never stop. Don’t worry.”

The CIA agent, Captain America, the Falcon, and the Wolf Spider were too busy looking for a threat aimed at themselves to notice what was going on before them.

In the secured, private room five levels below the surface, Helmut Zemo received a message on his phone. A package of his had been delivered. Looking up, he wiped the false pretenses of innocence from his face. “We only have to talk about one.”

For a moment the room was plunged in darkness before emergency lights bathed the building in a red glow. The monitor with the video footage remained black. You looked at Sam. Now was your chance.

Steve looked to Sharon and she spoke without hesitation. “Sub-level five, east wing.”

No sooner than she had finished were the three of you bolting from the office and back the way you had been escorted in. You flew down the stairwell, concerned only for Bucky and getting to him before it was too late. But even super soldiers could only descend a dozen floors so fast. Heart racing, you jumped down the last flight, only to be met with a sign on the wall that read ‘Sub-Level 5; West.’

Without pause you pushed through the nearest doorway and wound your way through the maze of hallways. “This way!” Sam shouted. You and Steve rounded on your heels and went sprinting after him down a narrow corridor that served as a connection between the two wings of the building. The soft glow of emergency lighting lit the way, but between flashes the basement levels were pitch black. In the final stretch you overtook him and spilled out into another landing.

The doors to the room on your right were destroyed. A dozen guards lay spread out on the floor unconscious. The chamber was completely silent, but you doubted the chase truly ended here. You knelt and checked the pulse of the agent at your feet. He was alive.

“Help me. Help,” a voice cried out from further in the room. You picked up a discarded pistol and tucked it into the back of your waistband.

Steve was closer to the man than you and wasted no time picking him up and pinning him against the wall by his jacket collar. “Get up.” You’d never heard him sound so furious. “Who are you? What do you want?”

“To see an empire fall,” the man replied vaguely. After staring down Steve he turned to face you with the gleam of a predator in his eyes.Your heart pounded in your chest.

“Steve, we need to find Bucky,” you said.

The echo of footsteps rang down the hall as Sam caught up. Right as he stepped through the door Bucky came lunging out of the shadows, metal fist swinging for Sam’s face. Sam ducked just in time to avoid getting his teeth knocked out. Instead, a fist-sized chunk of the concrete wall blew away into pulverized chunks. But by the time he righted himself Bucky had already launched another attack. This time he grabbed him by the jaw and threw him all the way across the room to crash into the holding unit. The impact was enough to knock him out cold.

Steve looked torn between chasing after Bucky, checking on Sam, and further interrogating the psychologist.

“Go,” you said, nodding toward Bucky. “I got him.”

Steve launched himself at Bucky and pushed him back out into the hall.

You pulled the gun and trained it on the guilty party. Outside the exaggerated sound of two super soldiers fighting reverberated back to you. The shuffle of quick footwork followed by the concerning crash of a metal fist colliding with a wall at inhuman speed.

“Your name. Now,” you demanded.

“My full title is Baron Helmut Zemo. But I think the more important question is, who are you?”

The brawl in the hallway had stopped, and the renewed silence made you uneasy. “Enough with the games.” You flicked the pistol toward the exit. “Move. I’m taking you upstairs.”

He began to pick his way slowly across the room. “Okay, you’ve got me beat. But I just need to know one thing. Steve seems to think you’ve miraculously been returned to him the same as before he became Captain America.” It bothered you, how Zemo felt he had the right to use your brother’s name. “Show me what you hide from them, Wolf Spider. Show me who you really are.”

“Shut up,” you said, annoyed with his riddled speech. But before you could make another move, Bucky came ramming back into the holding room, kicking right at your stomach. The impact forced you to take a knee and as you scrambled to stand up, Zemo pulled a slip of paper from his pocket and began to speak. “Мрамор.”

Even over the rushes of blood pumping through your veins and the stomp of Bucky’s boots on the ground, you still heard it. Like a heat-seeking missile the word wormed its way into your brain and you faltered.

Panic seized you. You needed to get to Zemo. “Bucky, stop!” You yelled, desperate for any way to get around him for even a second. As you tried to stand he planted a foot and your chest and pushed you to the floor. The air left your lungs in a gust as your back slammed into the cement. The gun went flying from your grip and skittering across the floor. “Dick move, Barnes,” you said in a strained whisper.

“Восемь,” Zemo said, sounding closer now even though you couldn’t see him. You clamped your hands over your ears and screamed. Taking a chance you bashed your metal fist into Bucky’s knee and charged for Zemo. “Жжение.” His voice sent you careening off course as if repelled by his words. Fighting for any last scrap of control you punched the wall until your knuckles left bloody streaks. You counted back from ten in your head, jaw clenched so tight it was close to shattering.

Your defenses broken, Bucky reengaged the fight. You scrambled, narrowly blocking his punches from beating your face in and counting you out. You reassessed and went on the offensive. You’d have to take him out before going for his handler.

Easier said than done.

“Рекрут.” You fought even harder, even as a fog crept up the back of your mind. Where was Steve?

“Снегопад.” Another nail in the coffin. He landed a punch to your face and a deep split opened on your cheek. You barely felt the blood run down to your chin.

“Пять.” You managed to land a right hook on Bucky’s weak side. You capitalized on the small victory. Seizing him by the shoulders you grappled with him for a moment before sweeping his leg from under him. He fell with a thud and you lined up a kick to the side of his head. You’d apologize later.

“Увядший.” The Wolf Spider crawled up the back of your spine, jaws gnashing at your brain for control. Your attention slipped for a fraction of a second. But that was all the time the Winter Soldier needed. He seized your ankle and pulled you to the ground. Before you could get your bearings he clamped his fist around your neck and threw you against the wall.

“послушный.” The Soldier rammed his knee into your stomach and you doubled over in an attempt to suck air back into your lungs. The room spun and the lights blurred together. A male Sokovian accented voice was all you could hear above the ringing in your ears.

An arm snaked around your throat from behind and forced you to stand.

“An impressive attempt to be sure. But I’ve found that dogs can always be tamed.”

A fading voice in the back of your mind yelled at you to fight. Halfheartedly you tried to twist out of the Soldier’s hold.

“Одиннадцать.” A dam had cemented itself and separated you from your body.

“Пекин.” Your breathing became even and you looked to the man before you for instruction.

“Солдат?” He asked.

“Я готов отвечать.”

—

Natasha Romanoff walked through the chaos-ridden office, catching up to Tony Stark. Your swift absence hadn’t escaped her notice. She had almost chased after you herself. She’d desperately been wanting to talk to you since the Accords had been dropped in the team’s lap, but you had made yourself scarce since. She could tell that her decision had upset you, even if you were as unlikely to tell her so as you were to turn your back on Steve and Bucky.

“Please tell me you brought a suit,” she said. Because a fight against three super soldiers would be much easier won with a trick of their own.

“Sure did,” the Iron Man replied. “It’s a lovely Tom Ford, three-piece, two-button.” He stopped his nervous rant. “I’m an active-duty non-combatant.” Fancy speak for the government not being comfortable with his access to the greatest weapon’s system on the planet.

Sharon Carter ran up to them, an earpiece providing information Natasha nor Tony were privy to. “Follow me,” she told them.

They made their way downstairs onto the ground level. “The Winter Soldier has been unleashed,” Agent Carter said. “He’s on this floor in the lobby, probably trying to escape.”

“That’s a no-can-do from Agent Ross. We need a plan. Nat?” Tony looked expectantly toward the Black Widow.

“Why is it always up to me?” She asked, even as a plan formed in her mind.

“Because everyone knows my job is to look good and provide charity for you free loaders.”

Natasha narrowed her gaze at Tony’s watch. “Which outfit is that a part of?”

“It is as practical as it is fashionable. Glasses too,” he said.

“Tony, you’ll come up on him from behind. Get his attention, and try to disarm him if you can. Carter and I will be right behind.”

“I don’t remember volunteering to be the bait, Romanoff.”

Natasha motioned for Sharon and they picked their way around the edge of the sun-lit lobby. Civilian workers fleeing for their lives rushed around them in a current, but the women stood as solid as stone. The sound of combat reached her ears before she was able to see into the main lobby. A metal fist pounded against flesh and man after man crumpled to the floor. The snap of a bone being broken and the subsequent screams.

Natasha rounded the corner into the foyer just as a terrible supersonic blast flooded the area. Tony had stunned the attacker if only for a moment. To her horror it wasn’t Barnes standing there, but you. She couldn’t see your face as you moved to pummel Tony, but she knew what she’d see. A figure of a ghost from the Red Room flashed before her eyes.

A gunshot shook her out of her stupor and she ran after Sharon into the fray. You elbowed Tony in the face before punching him in the gut hard enough to send him flying into a table several feet away.

Before you could finish the job Sharon ran at you, forcing you to block a kick and a jab. You wound up an answering punch that would’ve cracked her sternum but she ducked away and you missed. As you recovered, Natasha lodged a knee into your stomach before crouching down to jab you in the groin. She didn’t want to fight you, but she would. All it took was one look into your eyes to separate the Wolf Spider from the person she knew you were.

Sharon landed a roundhouse kick to the head but as she wound up for a second assault you caught her leg and hurled her down onto a table. The legs broke underneath with a clatter.

As you were turned around, Natasha took the opportunity to seize you from behind and flip herself up onto your shoulders. With anyone else she would’ve been able to floor them from this position. But the Wolf Spider intimately knew all of the Black Widow’s moves. All those years ago, you had taught her much of the combat she still used today.

She rained down blows on your head as you crossed the lobby. She grunted as she threw her fists down over and over in a vain attempt to get you to drop her. Instead you carried her to a table and slammed her down. Before she could recover, you clamped your hand around her neck and choked her out.

Scrabbling at your metal forearm, Natasha’s face burned red. She felt her windpipe being crushed under your grip. But even under the eclipse of death’s shadow, the scariest thing was what they’d done to you. She knew you’d tear yourself up about it later, and worse she knew no one here would understand.

On the verge of passing out, she managed one last choked whisper. “You could at least recognize me.” Maybe, as Natasha’s heart was shattered in two, she could pass some of that anguish onto you.

If anything you only squeezed harder and she felt the strength waste away from her muscles.

Seemingly out of nowhere you were shoved off of her. She gasped and pulled as much air in as she could through her bruised throat. All she could manage was to stare up at the ceiling and blink away the spots from her vision.

Rallying, Natasha pushed herself up and saw Tony standing over you with his mechanical gloved hand extended. She coughed and asked, “How?”

You were on your knees, hands clamped tightly over your ears and fingers digging into the back of your head.

“Lucky guess,” Tony said. “Think of it like a dog whistle, but for super soldiers. And also like blow your head off levels of loud. Had to estimate the frequency after getting beaten half to death. But it looks like I’ve outwitted the killing machine.”

Natasha was frozen. You’d just about suffocated her, but a large part of her still wanted to yell at Tony and tell him to cut it out. “Does it hurt?”

“Well, it’s no symphony, I can tell you that.”

She threw a glare in his direction.

“I don’t know. Ballpark? Somewhere between a migraine and an ice pick through the ear.”

A dozen more security personnel came flooding in. They rounded in a circle around you and half of them readied their guns. The rest assaulted you with tasers. You fell to the floor in a series of violent spasms and Natasha looked away.

“Let’s get this one ready for transport,” one barked.

“Natasha, are you okay?” Tony asked.

“I’m fine,” she said, voice still raw.

“That psycho almost killed you.” He always got assertive when he was worried. “You see, this is why we need the Accords. To keep chaos from breaking out in refuges of peace for godsake.”

Natasha looked back at where your limp body was being dragged away. She wished she could go back to before any of this started. She was terrified that she had missed her chance to tell you how she felt. “He’s not a psycho.”

“Then you and I have very different definitions of the word.”

“Stark.” The disappointed voice of Secretary Ross called.

“We have the Wolf Spider in custody sir.” Tony adjusted his tie.

“And Barnes, Wilson, and the other Rogers are all in the wind. One out of four is three less than I expected of you.”

But Natasha had had enough of Thadeus Ross for a lifetime. She walked away wishing that you were by her side instead. Isolated from the beaurucrats and politicians and the bridge with Steve having been thoroughly burned, she felt lost. All around her the pieces of the life she had worked so hard to build lay scattered. The overwhelming urge to hit something surged. How did she get here?

—

You sat by Natasha under a tree in the forest behind the Avengers’ Compound. The chirping birds and the rustle of wind through the leaves were the only sounds that broke the silence out here. Everything at the compound was a blur of light and rush of movement all the time. You couldn’t get two seconds without someone needing something from you. So you had developed the habit of sneaking out and picking a random direction to pass an afternoon.

Natasha had a book in her hands. Today her hair was pulled back in a braid and thrown over her shoulder. You liked when she put it up because you could see her face more clearly.

“He talked a lot about the past, and I gathered that he wanted to recover something, some idea of himself perhaps, that had gone into loving Daisy,” she read. You ran your hand through the grass and dirt absentmindedly. “Are you listening?”

“Yeah, of course.” You had been listening, but not to what she said, but how she spoke it. “It’s just I’ve read Gatsby before. Jay is a dreamer, but he still loses everything. It’s not fair. He didn’t know any better but to follow his heart.”

“That’s not how I see it,” she replied. “Listen. ‘His life had been confused and disordered since then, but if he could once return to a certain starting place and go over it all slowly, he could find out what that thing was’.” She shifted closer, leg almost bumping your own. Uncomfortable with the proximity bordering on affection you subtly moved away. “Jay is chasing a life that he can no longer have. And in the process he ruins himself, and the woman he loves. He should’ve known better.”

Overhead the branches had become indistinguishable from one another and instead blended together as one entrapment. The fading orange glow cast by the setting sun reminded you to start heading back. The woods would be near impossible to navigate without the light. You stood and reached a hand out to help Natasha up. She grasped it tightly and instead pulled you down to her.

“You should’ve known better.” A haunted despair paled her features.

“What?”

The crack of fracturing bones echoed throughout the lonely clearing and Natasha cried out. Your hand had begun to squeeze hers tight enough to crush it. You willed yourself to let go but your stubborn metal fist refused to obey.

“You destroy everything you love, even if you never say the words out loud.”

A bullet hole slowly materialized in the middle of her forehead. Blood seeped down her face and she smiled a bloody smile.

“You should’ve stayed dead.”

You jerked yourself awake with a gasp. The dream faded from your mind almost immediately, as had the once before where you’d been stuck in a cave, and the one before that where you’d slaughtered an entire family.

You took a second to examine the unfamiliar environment. The cell you were in was bright and clean, and the camera assured there was no privacy. Across from you was an identical unit. In fact, the entire room was just an octagon of prison cells.

You rubbed at your face, only for the movement to be followed by a metallic clanking. Both of your wrists were manacled with thick iron cuffs which were anchored to the wall with a chain. Your left wrist was chaffed and dried blood coated your hand. Alarm surged through you.

No, you would rather die than play prisoner and puppet for anyone else again.

You stood up, suddenly feeling claustrophobic. But when you tried to step away from the wall you were yanked back, not by your wrists, but by a chain around your neck. Coughing, you fell back against the wall and pulled at the tight restraint. All you succeeded in doing was irritating the inflamed skin underneath.

“Hey buddy, are you okay?”

You snapped your attention to the voice. You didn’t recognize the guy who had spoken, but the man in the cell next to him looked familiar. Your head throbbed as you tried to remember. He had short brown hair and sat hunched over on a bench, just watching.

“Fine,” you said. Your voice sounded about as shitty as the rest of your body felt. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Scott. You actually don’t know me cause we haven’t met, but I fought with your brother. He’s a really nice guy. Of course you know that.” You shot him a glare. “You know what, I’m just going to shut up now.”

Confusion spun your battered brain around even further. Your brother. You had a brother named Steve. Steve was small so you had to–wait, that wasn’t quite right. Steve’s strength had caught up to the size of his will. He was a soldier. The Soldier. Солдат. A fresh pang wracked your head. No. A captain. Captain America.

The room felt cold but your hand was clammy. Sweat dampened your hair as if you had caught a fever. You squeezed your eyes shut. Why were these lights so damn bright? Where were you?

“Hey, what’s going on? I can’t see into the cell. Is he back?”

You knew that voice. You trusted it as well as you may trust anyone. If only you could think harder. You opened your eyes and again saw the familiar-looking man. The name came to you this time. “Clint,” you said.

Hope cleared some of the melancholic fog that had marred his features.

“Where are we? What happened? Where’s Steve?”

When he spoke, it was reserved, but you could tell he was holding back. “Steve called me. The Avengers fought. Some of them are picking up the mess. The rest of us landed our asses in here. You though…you were already here when they brought us in. I wish I could tell you why.”

“It’s Sam,” the man in the unit directly to the right of yours said. He banged on the wall for effect. “You were with me and Steve back in Berlin. Bucky was controlled and he went after us. He knocked me out and by the time I woke everyone was gone. I met up with Steve and Bucky outside, but you were gone. I’m sorry. If we would have known…”

“It’ll come back eventually.” Even if you could barely remember your own name now, somehow you knew this. The memories always came back, especially the bad ones.

“I should tell you, this isn’t the first time you’ve woken up,” Clint said. Scott looked away. “The first two times you didn’t say anything or acknowledge us. You just pulled away as hard as you could until you made yourself pass out.”

“Great,” you muttered under your breath. So they had all received a front row view of the mindless monster you were. “What is this place, anyway?”

“They call it the Raft. It’s an American prison unit that they dropped into the middle of the Atlantic.” Barton’s voice had taken on an undercurrent of anger. “It’s where they stick the worst of the worst.”

“Is anyone else here?” You asked.

“Wanda. Probably. I don’t know, they put her in a separate transport.” Your heart dropped. Why would they bring her into this? She was just a kid. And with her powers, you could only imagine what they were doing to keep her locked up.

You didn’t ask if there was a plan. The atmosphere here wasn’t exactly revolutionary. You drew your knees up to your chest and rested as best as you could.

Sometime later–you were sure the room had been built to be purposefully disorienting–the door slid open with a whir. In walked Tony Stark, his left arm in a sling and sporting a terrible black eye.

Clint stood up and began to slowclap, finally finding a target to take his anger out on. “The Futurist, gentlemen! The Futurist is here! He sees all! He sknows what’s best for you, whether you like it or not.”

The goading worked, drawing Tony’s attention away from you. “Give me a break, Barton. I had no idea they would put you here. Come on.”

He spit on the ground in defiance. “Yeah, well, you knew they’d put us somewhere, Tony.”

“Yeah, but not some super-max floating ocean pokey.” Stark gestured at the barred cells, gaze catching on you for a moment. “You know, this place is for maniacs. This is a place for…”

“Criminals?” Clint walked closer to the glass of his cage. “Criminals, Tony. Think that’s the word you’re looking for. Right?” The two estranged teammates stood eye to eye. “That didn’t used to mean me. Or Sam, or Wanda. But here we are.” A long time ago that didn’t used to mean you either.

“Because you broke the law.”

“Yeah.”

“I didn’t make you.”

Clint turned his back on Tony. “La, la, la, la, la…”

“Alright, you’re all grown up, you got a wife and kids. I don’t understand, why didn’t you think about them before you chose the wrong side?” Realizing he wasn’t going to get anywhere with Clint he walked away.

Barton rounded on him. “You gotta watch your back with this guy. There’s a chance he’s gonna break it,” he said, slamming on the glass.

“Hank Pym always said, you never can trust a Stark,” Scott said with as much menace in his voice as he could conjure. You wondered how a civilian like him had gotten wrapped up in this fight.

“Who are you?” Stark walked right past him and onto Sam’s unit.

“Come on, man.”

“How’s Rhodes?” Wilson asked, not as willing to bite as Clint had been.

“They’re flying him to Columbia Medical tomrrow. So…fingers crossed. What do you need? They feed you yet?”

You couldn’t see Sam from your cell, but you hoped that he’d tell Stark off too.

“You’re the good cop now?” He asked sarcastically.

“I’m just the guy who needs to know where Steve went.”

“Well, you better go get a bad cop, because you’re gonna have to go Mark Fuhrman on my ass to get information out of me.”

Stark messed with his watch. “Oh, I just knocked the ‘A’ out of their ‘AV’. We got about thirty seconds before they realize it’s not their equipment.” You looked up at the security camera in the corner of your cell. Could he really do that? “Just look,” he went on. “Because that is the fellow who was supposed to interrogate Barnes.” A little picture of a clearly dead man appeared out of thin air. “Clealy, I made a mistake. Sam, I was wrong.”

“That’s a first.”

“Cap is definitely off the reservation but he’s about to need all the help he can get. We don’t know each other very well. You don’t have to…”

“Hey, it’s alright,” Sam interrupted. You wished you were in his eyeline so you could shake your head no in silent protest. But you didn’t have the energy or mental capacity to pick a verbal fight right now so you stayed quiet. “Look, I’ll tell you…but you have to go alone and as a friend.”

“Easy.”

Sam spoke so quietly you were sure without super hearing you wouldn’t have heard. “They went to an old Soviet-HYDRA bunker in Siberia. The fake doctor is going to unleash five more Winter Soldiers.”

“Okay. Wilson, I won’t forget this,” he said with fake malice in his voice to impress the cameras.

He turned to you next. “Rogers.” He saluted. Shame burned your face. You felt like a wild animal on display. And Tony Stark’s presence wasn’t exactly a comforting one since you presumed he was largely at fault for the team’s current predicament. “You’re not going to go all Terminator on me again, are you?”

You stared at him blankly, not moving from your place on the floor in the middle of the cell.

“Really? Nothing. I just came up with that one. Any messages from you to your brother I can deliver when I find him?”

“Tell him after all this he needs to get his ass as far from trouble as possible. Tell him I’m right where I should be.”

“How about I just say you’ll send him a postcard?” He quipped, walking away.

“Stark,” you called. “Lay a hand on Steve and I will find you.”

He didn’t turn back, but he gave a thumbs up on his way out.

—

You don’t think you could ever tire of the view before you. For most of your life you never believed you’d travel outside New York City, but here you were on the other side of the world. The waters below the ship were as blue and clean as great artists imagined in their scenes. The current lapped gently at the hull and you let the sound wash through you. Ahead, snow-capped mountains rose into the cloudy sky. The buildings and streets you were so used to being surrounded by in the city were replaced by miles of undisturbed woodland. The sky was overcast, but calm for now. Mist hung in the air and clung to your jacket. Maybe it would storm later, maybe it wouldn’t. You found peace in the apprehension.

“Hey,” Natasha said. You hadn’t heard her come up. She joined you at the railing and pushed a phone into the water.

“How’s the Good Secretary?”

“I’ve got him chasing his tail in D.C. We are officially in the wind.”

Steve and Natasha had broken you out of the Raft three days ago. Since then you’d decided to split up while the heat died down. He had wanted you to go with him, but you couldn’t look at your brother without feeling crushed by six decades worth of guilt. You still thought he would be safer without you, but you couldn’t escape the disappointed look on his face. Hurting him was like kicking a little puppy.

“Steve would love this place,” you said. Natasha took in the view while you admired her. Her hair was down and flowed past her shoulders. The wind blew strands of it about in a way that told you God indeed played favorites. “He loved to draw. And he was damn good at it too. Kid used to draw everything. Our old apartment, back alleys, the sky. He wouldn’t know what to do if he saw all of this.”

“You’re worried about him.”

“Really? Was I being that obvious?” You were tired, but you smiled anyway.

“The first time I met Steve he couldn’t make heads or tails of the shirt on his back, much less anything else humanity had changed. Yesterday, he was piloting the most advanced jet on the planet. Sounds like he’s the same resilient kid you grew up with. Except now he can throw a man a couple dozen yards.”

“I think he could literally be invincible and I’d still worry,” you admitted.

“I think that’s how family is supposed to work. And if it helps, he’s got Sam to watch his back.”

“Why did you volunteer to come with me?” You asked. You bit your lip nervously and scanned the grayish-blue horizon. “I almost killed you. I mean I would have killed you if Stark hadn’t…” You’d opened Pandora’s Box and couldn’t stop all of the guilt from pouring out. “And all those years ago in the Red Room, what I did to you. Why don’t you hate me?”

“Because I know who you really are. And that wasn’t you. Never was.” She said it so fervently that you almost believed her.

“But that’s just the thing. It was me. All of that blood is on my hands. If something happened to you, that would be on me.” And I don’t think I would survive without you. You left the rest unsaid, but it hung in the air just out of reach. “All he had to do was say the goddamn words and I lost it.”

“And you came back.” You found your mind wandering off into the mountains afar. “Hey look at me.” She laid a hand on your shoulder and brought you back from your reverie. Her warm breath fanned across your cheek. “You’re okay. We’re okay.”

“I can’t shake this feeling, Nat.” You heaved a shuddering breath. “That horrible voice is always in the back of my head. I’m so scared that one day it’ll drown me out.” Your eyes hurt from the force of holding back tears. “Please don’t let it drown me.”

Natasha wrapped her arms around you in a supportive hug. “I’ll never give up on you,” she said. “You can always come back to me.” You cautiously hugged her back and draped yourself over her. You concentrated on what was around you. The smell of the sea-salted air, the warmth of her body, the churn of the boat's engine.

You let her go and cleared your throat, rubbing harshly at your eyes. “Me too,” you said. “I mean, I’m here for you. ‘Til kingdom come.” You’d always fight for her. Truth is you had been for a long time now, you just didn’t realize it.

“You’re not the only one who’s done unspeakable things,” she whispered, as if preoccupied with reliving some awful memory. You weren’t the only one with demons intent on ruining any scrap of peace.

“Aren’t we quite the pair?” You inspected her hoodie and all of its familiarity. “Is that my sweatshirt?”

“No,” she lied, even as she messed with the ends of the sleeves that went well past her hands.

“Mhm. So did you bring any of my clothes for me or…?”

“I didn’t know if I was ever going to see you again,” Natasha said. Her voice was shaky with frustration and pent-up anxiety. “I was so worried. I thought that this would be all I had left to remember you by. I kept thinking that we would get into the Raft and you wouldn’t be there.”

“I’m sorry,” you said. The week and a half you were locked up for you hadn’t thought about where she might be. You told yourself you were too preoccupied with Steve and Bucky to otherwise focus. But you knew to think about Natasha was to admit you cared deeply for her. That was a battle you weren’t ready to surrender. “I didn’t know.” But maybe now was the time to lay down arms.

“That’s right you didn’t know. You didn’t think. That’s the problem you think you’re invincible and you run headfirst into danger time and time again.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“Except it’s not just you anymore, Rogers. There are people that care about you and how you act affects them. When you make a stupid move it’s not just you who suffers the consequences.” Her voice cracked under the weight of the words.

“I can’t just sit around when something goes bad. You can’t ask me to do that.” You had so much time, so many lives to make up for. And that came about by means of action.

“I thought that you were dead. Don’t you understand that?” Natasha’s eyes were full of sorrow and accusation. Your cheeks flushed and you stared into the icy waters. She had every right to be mad. “When they dragged you away I was sure they were going to execute you. Again.”

The reference stung. When the Red Room found out you’d broken your programming they’d practically beaten you to death in front of Natasha before shipping you back to HYDRA. The scars still burned in your dreams.

An apology formed on your lips. “I know,” she said. The bitterness had burned itself out of her tone. What was left you couldn’t describe. A profound understanding, edges brightened by the hope of a fresh start.

An unspoken something lingered in the cool morning air.

Natasha grabbed your gloved hand and intertwined her fingers with yours. She leaned over and rested her head on your shoulder. A warmth bloomed in your chest.

You thought that, just maybe, you’d found where you were supposed to be.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanov x reader

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hi it’s 👽 i saw that you wrote about a reader that smokes weed in your felix oneshot and i was just wondering what type of potheads you think skz members would be

POTHEADS — stray kids

스트레이 키즈 ⨳ genre/s: headcanons (?) ⨳ warnings: obviously the members of skz are stoners, mentions of anxiety, stress, feeling overwhelmed, let me know if i missed anything please i’m high ⨳ rating: 18+ ⨳ word count: 1.8k ⨳ summary: green decides what kind of stoners the stray kids members are.

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🍃 방찬 — BANG CHAN.

I feel like he started smoking weed after he heard it helped relieve anxiety and stress as well as insomnia. He keeps a bong in his bedroom right under his bed so he can give it a few hits right before bed. Chan also seems to me like the kind of person who would walk around with a handful of neatly-rolled joints in a small tin box that also carries a lighter. It’s often that Chan would excuse himself and walk towards his car just to smoke a joint to calm his mind as soon as his anxiety started to get the better of him, and he would return to work red-eyed and freshly sprayed cologne that everyone pretended to not notice.

When he’s high alone he almost always finds himself staring at the ceiling with a blank expression for a long while, just feeling the blissful emptiness of his own mind. He also just sleeps heavily, like sometimes he’ll be immediately knocked out after a hit of his bong or two. If he’s high while working he finds it easier to focus and really get into the zone of the most routine parts of it, and sometimes being high really helps him think better when it comes to writing. It’s mostly just a hit or miss.

However, when he’s high along with friends, it becomes a different story entirely. He’s just so energetic, so talkative and giggly — there’s a reason he’s so popular amongst idols. He treats the world like a wonder that delights him every single time. Whatever story you tell him, it is received with great enthusiasm and it’s the very thing most like about him.

On the downside, smoking as much as he does really causes memory loss for him, and it’s a struggle he accepts if it means a good night’s sleep. He actually did try to stay sober for at least a month and found that he hated who he became without weed since he didn’t have anything to console his anxiety or to knock him out for the night.

🍃 리노 — LEE KNOW.

Minho doesn’t exactly give me stoner vibes, but I do think he enjoys eating edibles (a.k.a. Felix’s brownies) every once in a while to take the edge off or to relax with the boys. If he’s feeling a little more adventurous, he’ll smoke from whatever the others are smoking from — bong, pipe, joint, whatever. Generally speaking, though, I wouldn’t consider him to be a full-blown pothead since I don’t think he’s the kind to enjoy the feeling of not being in control of his awareness often.

Regardless of if he’s alone or not, I think he would be the kind of guy who would just eat constantly. As a matter of fact, don’t even talk to him if you don’t have something to feed him. It’s ridiculous, honestly. When he is eating, though, he’s so giggly. Jokes that he wouldn’t laugh at, he finds to be the funniest damn thing in the world — just no thought process going on, just giggles.

🍃 창빈 — CHANGBIN.

Changbin started smoking as a teenager and this is a hill I’m willing to die on even though there’s literally nothing that I could say to justify this opinion — I can just picture him sneaking out of the house and school to smoke joints with his buddies and then enjoying the nauseous thrill of getting away with it when he’d return to where he’s supposed to be. I think this might be when he discovered his passion for rapping, I think he was goofing around with his friends singing and rapped a little too well. He probably became curious about it and started doing research and trying to write some verses for himself.

Perhaps he tried to quit around the time of his debut, though, since he wanted to remain sober and sharp during this extremely crucial period of his career. He did so well for a long time, you’d never tell he used to get high all the time back in his teenage years. But then he recognized the familiar scent of weed in the dormitories with the other members and quickly found out it was because of Chan — that was enough for him to return to his old ways, his leader was doing it while being the company’s golden child.

Presently, I believe Changbin only smokes out of a bong. He’s at that point in life where he doesn’t really care about leaving something so obviously related to weed out in his room, so he keeps it in the bathroom cabinet that he uses by himself in his own apartment. There’s not a moment he’s home but not high, it’s the first thing he does when he wakes up, comes back home, and goes to sleep. That bong is always packed, and he genuinely loves it that way. It just makes him feel like he’s traveled back to the days he was young and naive, writing only for himself and rapping in exchange for the laughter of his friends.

While high, he’d also feel starved all the time. It’s not uncommon for him to be eating so much after getting high — which explains the constant jokes the other members make about him loving to eat so much, he’s always high. He’s also very loud and giggly, and just loves making other people laugh. However, if you catch him alone, he’d likely rope into you a very intense conversation in which you confess your darkest thoughts and feelings though he never judges and keeps it to himself.

🍃 현진 — HYUNJIN.

Being such a devout artist and enjoyer of the arts, I wouldn’t be surprised at all if he stumbled upon like-minded people who happened to also spend time smoking weed. He’d love it from the first puff of smoke, freely allowing his mind to fog up as he melted into every tingle of his skin that seemed to follow the beat of the music playing in the distance. This would be the moment that would forever change the course of his life as he soon found himself obsessed with perfecting the art of rolling a flawless joint.

He would often add various types of flowers into his joint just to enhance his experience. The beautiful mixture of the very different types of flowers was absolutely intoxicating, and it always inspired him with an abundance of creativity that he always spilt into either the blank canvases he’d buy in dozens or the hundreds of half-filled notebooks he collected everywhere.

I feel like Hyunjin and Changbin would enjoy smoking together a lot. Changbin already likes having deep conversations when he’s like this, and I feel like Hyunjin would also enjoy having these types of conversations as well as the philosophical ones. And I think Hyunjin would like smoking with Felix, too, since they’d always end up listening to soft music that makes them feel like they’re levitating while describing every thought that crosses their mind.

Sometimes he would accidentally get too high, which then causes to become very anxious. For this, he always carries various crystals in his pockets for him to fiddle with as a way to ground himself. But overall, I’d kill to smoke with him so we can be artists together and then maybe even share our works and have a whole discussion about it all. It just sounds so peaceful to me.

🍃 한 — HAN.

Han was encouraged by Chan to start smoking, that much I would say. He’s just so overwhelmed with anxiety, constantly feeling as though he were a cup full of water that is just about to spill over. So Chan invited him into his world of soothing serenity as he’d smoke him out for a while. Eventually Han just started getting his own pipe and his own weed.

His memory is absolutely shot as of now, but it’s okay because he’s not so overly-conscious of the fact that he’s constantly perceived by other people so he’ll consider it a win anyway. He would constantly smell like weed, which the other members find irritating because they’d panic about someone finding out they all smoke. He just always gets a little too high and forgets that he’s not supposed to be a pothead.

🍃 이용복 — FELIX.

I’m not sure when exactly he would start smoking, but I do know he would be the kind of guy to mindlessly always be smoking people out when he smokes. He just enjoys having company when he’s taking the edge off, he definitely sees socializing as smoking and vice versa. It’s very rare to catch him hanging out with a friend and not smoking with them.

Whenever he finds out about a tour or a long trip away from home for work, he’s always sure to bake some treats so he can still get high without drawing too much attention to himself with the smell. He’s just paranoid, but it’s fine. Felix also just likes bragging about his baking skills since nobody ever really tastes the usual twinge of weed, it could really pass as a normal brownie until it hits you an hour later.

Yeah, he’s always high, I’m so certain of it, he’s just very good at hiding it.

🍃 승민 — SEUNGMIN.

Seungmin was probably very bewildered when he found out his members smoked weed, always watching them get high while he sat in a corner quietly. He’d be so curious to know what it felt like, but the members didn’t let him even hold a lighter before he was old enough to. That doesn’t mean he didn’t constantly irritate the members while trying to take a puff whenever they smoked together.

As soon as he was considered an adult, he bought himself so much weed along with a brand new bong as well as a whole box of prerolls to celebrate. He did stop smoking it pretty soon after, though, because he realized the risks of damage to his throat if he continued so he now settles with the edibles.

He’s very goofy when he’s high, too, always throwing sly jokes left and right as if his life depended on it. He just likes making others laugh since the silence feels too loud. I’d also dare say he becomes very sleepy easily as well, so he’d probably be the first to knock out in the middle of a smoking session.

🍃 아이엔 — I.N.

Jeongin definitely had mixed feelings about his members smoking when he found out. He was raised with the very emphasized idea that smoking and doing drugs will definitely lead to your own demise so he was definitely very concerned for his members. However, everyone was very surprised when he actually asked to smoke for his birthday to celebrate his becoming an official adult — he just wanted to at least try it out before he condemned something.

Him getting into the sticky world of potheads was probably even more surprising. Jeongin is mostly a social smoker, but sometimes he enjoys rolling very uneven joints for himself to smoke when he’s particularly overwhelmed. Overall, he’s very much quiet when high, always observing everyone else with an occasional laugh every now and then. It almost feels like he’s watching a scene from a movie, he’d say.

posted: 06 • 30 • 2024

💬 a note from green;

This was honestly so much fun to do while stoned myself, I genuinely want to smoke with all the members of SKZ so badly. I’m also so psyched to find fellow stoner stays on here, let’s all smoke together please and thank you. Thank you so much for the request! Sending you all the love!

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mercillery · 2 months

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KOBY SFW ALPHABET

WARNINGS: GENDER NOT SPECIFIED + NOT PROOFREAD

NOTES: I want to do a Kuzan SFW alphabet next but I literally have no motivation to write. Anyway, this one is for the Koby lovers. I love you Koby lovers.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He's not one for public displays of affection, especially because he wants to keep you safe. To him, letting the world know you're together is basically like painting a target on your back for every pirate out there, you know? And he obviously doesn’t want that. But when he's away from the prying eyes of pirates, things are different. Unless he's at Marine Headquarters, you’re more than welcome to lock arms with him or hold his hand.

However, he does have his limits. Anything too overly affectionate might make him shy and a bit embarrassed—not because of you, but because of the setting. I mean, you're literally surrounded by his comrades, subordinates, and superiors. Imagine the looks you'd get. Just picture a stern-faced admiral trying to keep a straight face while you're smothering him with affection. Not exactly the time or place, right?

So while he's all for the occasional arm lock or a quick, reassuring touch, he prefers to keep the more intimate moments for when you're alone. He’ll give you a smile or a gentle squeeze of your hand in public, but the real tenderness is saved for when you both have a bit of privacy.

In private, he’s a lot more affectionate. He cuddles you more, hugs you more, and does much more.

When it comes to showing affection, Koby pulls out all the stops. He’s got it all: words of affirmation, acts of service, quality time, and physical touch. It’s like he read the book on love languages and decided to master each one just for you.

Koby absolutely loves hyping you up whenever you accomplish something, no matter how big or small. You aced a work presentation? He’s there with a proud smile and a heartfelt, “You’re amazing!” He secretly thinks you’re incredibly cool but keeps it to himself sometimes because he’s a bit nervous that you’ll think he’s just a big nerd.

Spoiler alert: He totally is, but in the best way possible.

Acts of service are his specialty. He’s the type to take care of the laundry, whip up your favorite meals, or help fix that annoying leaky faucet. These little gestures might seem small, but they’re his way of showing he cares. And when it comes to bigger tasks, he’s all in. Need help moving furniture or organizing a room? He’s got you covered. Honestly, he’d go to great lengths for you—there’s practically nothing he wouldn’t do.

And despite the demanding nature of his Marine duties, Koby always makes sure there’s quality time for the two of you. He feels guilty when he’s away for too long, engrossed in Marine missions, and compensates by writing you long, heartfelt letters. These letters are filled with sweet words about how much he misses you and hopes you’re doing well. And when he’s finally back, he makes up for lost time with an abundance of cuddles and hugs!

Physical touch is another big way Koby shows his love. Whether it’s a gentle squeeze of your hand to reassure you, a warm hug to comfort you, or simply holding your hand as you walk together, he’s all about those little touches that make you feel secure and loved.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Starting a friendship with Koby is literally the easiest thing in the world. This is the guy who’s best buddies with Luffy, who’s a pirate. If Koby can forge a bond with the Straw Hat Captain, then whether you’re a pirate, a Marine, a civilian, or even a squid or an ant, you’ve got a very good chance of striking up a friendship with him. The possibilities are as vast as the ocean itself.

Koby’s open-hearted nature makes it easy for friendships to blossom in countless ways. Maybe you’re a pirate who crossed paths with him during a mission, and instead of clashing, you found common ground. Perhaps you’re a fellow Marine bonding over shared duties and late-night shifts. Or you might be a civilian who stumbled into his life, needing help with something mundane like a lost pet. Koby’s the kind of guy who’d stop and lend a hand, no questions asked.

So however you envision it, the beginning of a friendship with Koby can take many forms. What I’m trying to say is that there isn’t really a specific type of way you can start a friendship with Koby; the numerous ways you can become friends with him are endless, so I’ll leave it up to you as to how you think the friendship starts.

As a best friend, Koby is the kind of person who instantly inspires you—his optimism and kindness are infectious. There’s not a hint of evilness in him—he’s genuinely good to the core. Having Koby as your best friend means having someone who’s always got your back, no matter what. He supports you in everything you do, from your smallest goals to your biggest dreams.

Whenever self-doubt creeps in, Koby’s right there to dispel it with his unwavering belief in you. His encouraging words and sincere compliments make you feel like you can conquer anything. And if you ever face fears or obstacles, Koby is there to help you overcome them, just like Luffy helped him conquer his fear of Alvida. His method might be different, but the result is the same: you emerge stronger and more confident.

Koby’s optimism is like a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day. Even if you’re not naturally optimistic, his positive outlook on life rubs off on you. He’s always looking on the bright side, finding silver linings even in the toughest situations.

His support isn’t just emotional either. Koby’s the type of friend who’ll be there to help you move, lend an ear when you need to vent, or celebrate your victories—big and small. He’s reliable, loyal, and always ready with a kind word or a helping hand. You’ll find yourself inspired by his dedication and drive, striving to be better simply because he believes in you.

Honestly, having Koby as a best friend is a complete game-changer. He’s the kind of friend everyone needs in their life—a literal beacon of hope and positivity. So if you have Koby as your best friend, you best cherish him.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He absolutely loves cuddling! There's something incredibly comforting about being wrapped up in your arms or having his arms around you. When he's holding you close, it's like he's basking in the warmth and softness of fluffy clouds. It’s one of his favorite ways to unwind after a long day of Marine duties. He often jokes that your hugs are better than any bed or pillow, and honestly, he means it. So if you ever want to make his day, just pull him into a cuddle, and he’ll melt into you.

He’s more than happy to cuddle in whatever way you prefer. Whether you like spooning, lying on his chest, or simply being close, he’s always ready to accommodate. But if he had to choose, there’s a special place in his heart for those cuddling positions where you’re both just wrapped up in each other’s arms. The closer you are, the more at ease he feels. It’s like a tangible reminder that you’re right there with him, and it fills him with a deep sense of peace and contentment.

These close cuddles are his safe haven, a place where he can let go of the day's stresses and just be present with you. So while he’s always open to cuddling in any way that makes you happy, those times when you’re nestled in each other’s arms are the ones he holds dearest.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Honestly, yeah, he does want to settle down, but he's thinking more about doing that later in the future. Right now, he's focused on his Marine duties and personal growth, but the idea of settling down with someone special is definitely in his mind.

Now, when it comes to household skills, Koby's got some solid credentials. He’s a whiz at cleaning, thanks to his early days as a chore boy in the Marines. So rest assured, with Koby around, your place will always be spotless.

As for cooking, Koby's no gourmet chef, but he’s decent in the kitchen. He can whip up a variety of meals that are tasty and satisfying. His cooking might not win any awards, but it’s made with care and a touch of love. So, while there might not be much to say about his culinary skills, you can always count on him for a hearty, home-cooked meal. <3

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

If Koby ever had to break up with you, he would handle it with the utmost care and respect. He’s deeply considerate of your feelings and wants to ensure that the conversation is as peaceful and problem-free as possible. The last thing he wants is for you to be hurt or to have a sudden emotional breakdown. And if you do start having an emotional breakdown, you better believe he’s going to do his best to comfort you.

During the breakup, Koby is very gentle and patient. He reassures you that it’s simply for the best, explaining his reasons in a way that shows he’s thought it through and that it’s not a decision he’s taken lightly. His primary goal is to avoid causing you any unnecessary pain and to make sure you understand that this isn't a reflection of your worth or his feelings towards you as a person.

After explaining his decision, he’ll ask if you’d like to stay in touch. He understands if you’d prefer some distance and is completely fine with that. But if you want to maintain a friendship, he’s open to it as well. Koby genuinely wants to be there for you if you need it, even after the romantic relationship has ended.

He makes it clear that just because you’re breaking up, it doesn’t mean he hates you or thinks any less of you. In fact, he’ll emphasize that he still cares deeply about you and respects you. So even though you might be going your separate ways, you’re always free to reach out to him. He’s got your back, no matter what, and he wants you to know that he’s still a friend you can rely on.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Very great dumb question! How does Koby feel about commitment? Well, Koby is a narcissistic man who does not care about you or your feelings!

Just kidding. He’s obviously not like that, which should already be clear.

Koby is very serious about commitment. He values a healthy, fulfilling, and loving relationship and works tirelessly to ensure that’s what you both have. He’s not just in it for the short term, casual flings, or any of that stuff—he's in it for the long haul.

Koby understands that commitment means being there through thick and thin, supporting you in your dreams and challenges, and building a life together based on trust and mutual respect. He strives to be the best partner he can be, always putting in the effort to make you feel valued and loved. He’s all about creating a strong, lasting bond with you and making sure your relationship is as amazing as it can be.

Honestly, despite how young Koby is—just 18—he definitely has thoughts about getting married someday. However, he envisions this happening later on in the future, perhaps around his late 20s or so.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Both physically and emotionally, Koby is the most gentle man you could ever have. He’s never rough with you in any way. His touch is always tender, whether he’s holding your hand, giving you a hug, or simply being close. Emotionally, he’s just as gentle, always considering your feelings and ensuring that his words and actions never cause you harm.

It’s hard to say more because there’s really not much to add—gentleness is simply a part of who he is. It’s not just you who experience his kindness and care; Koby extends this gentleness to almost everything and everyone around him. His nature is to approach life with a soft, compassionate heart, making him a truly special person to be with.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He absolutely loves hugs. As I mentioned in the cuddles part, the closer you are, the more at ease he feels—and that goes for hugs as well! Hugs are one of his favorite ways to connect with you, offering both comfort and warmth.

Koby hugs you pretty often, especially in private, where he feels free to show his affection without any reservations. But that doesn’t mean he deprives you of hugs in public. In fact, he makes sure to give you a warm embrace, particularly when he’s about to leave for a dangerous mission. Those public hugs might be a bit more reserved, but they still carry all the love and reassurance he wants to give you.

His hugs are always soft and gentle, never firm, rough, or harsh in any way. When he wraps his arms around you, it feels like being enveloped in a cocoon of safety and affection. Each hug is a quiet promise of his care and devotion, a way for him to silently communicate how much you mean to him. Whether in the privacy of your home or in the hustle and bustle of the outside world, Koby’s hugs are a constant source of comfort and love. 🫂

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

This can go either way. Koby doesn’t say “I love you” immediately in the first few weeks of the relationship, but he doesn’t wait too long to say it either. It really depends on how things unfold between you two. Either you say it first, or he gathers the courage to do so first.

Koby tends to overthink this a lot. He’s torn between wanting to make sure the timing is just right and not wanting you to feel bad by waiting too long to hear those special words. He’s deeply considerate and wants to ensure that when he does say “I love you,” it feels genuine and heartfelt.

The anticipation makes him a bit nervous. He doesn’t want to rush things and make you uncomfortable, but he also wants you to know how much you mean to him. It’s a delicate balance for him, and he’s constantly thinking about the best way to express his feelings without overwhelming you. So while he waits for the appropriate moment, he’s a bundle of nerves, hoping that when he finally does say it, it’s perfect.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He surprisingly never gets jealous. Even if someone is outright hitting on you right in front of his very own eyes, he still won’t show any signs of jealousy. Koby trusts you deeply and believes in the strength of your relationship.

However, in those very rare moments when he does feel a twinge of jealousy, he keeps it to himself at first. He thinks it's better to avoid such feelings and not let them affect your relationship. He doesn't want to burden you with his insecurities.

If he feels his jealousy increasing and it becomes something he can’t just shake off, he’ll approach you about it very nicely. No arguments, no conflicts, no accusations—just a calm, respectful conversation. Koby values open communication and wants to make sure you both are on the same page. He’ll explain his feelings honestly, but always with the intent to understand and resolve any issues peacefully.

No matter how jealous he might feel, Koby remains his gentle, kind self. He talks to you with the same care and respect he always does, ensuring that any concerns are addressed in a way that strengthens your bond rather than causing unnecessary tension.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are soft and gentle, just like the rest of his affections.

Koby’s favorite spots to kiss are your cheeks and your lips, keeping them sweet and innocent.

When it comes to being kissed, Koby is happy with any part of his face. Whether it’s a quick peck on the forehead, a soft kiss on the nose, or a lingering kiss on the lips!

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

There are multiple clips of Koby with children, and in all of them, he’s literally so sweet and angelic. He interacts with them with such kindness and patience that it’s impossible not to see how good he is with kids. Even with the more troublesome children, he remains calm and understanding.

There’s really not much more to say here because it’s pretty obvious: Koby is amazing with children.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Marine duties call at the crack of dawn, meaning Koby has to be up at the earliest of the earliest hours. But before he leaves, he always makes sure to give you a gentle peck on the cheek. Every morning, he’s torn between wanting to wake you up to let you know he’s leaving and not having the heart to disturb your beauty sleep.

This has become a part of his daily routine: he spaces out while looking at your peaceful, sleeping face, silently debating whether to wake you or not. Sometimes, you wake up while he’s in the middle of this internal struggle and find him just staring at you with a soft expression. Concerned, you ask him why he’s just standing there, and he blushes, clearly embarrassed. With a sheepish smile, he tells you he’s leaving and then leans down to give you a sweet kiss.

Those moments, though brief, are filled with tenderness and love. He then quietly slips out, hoping you’ll drift back to sleep, knowing how much he cares.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights with Koby are very peaceful and calm! He doesn’t go to sleep until he’s sure you’re comfortable and have everything you need. His priority is your comfort and well-being, and he takes it seriously, ensuring you’re settled in before he even thinks about closing his eyes.

Need a drink before heading to sleep? He’s already there at your side with the drink you wanted before you can even finish your sentence. You can’t sleep unless there’s some sort of noise in the background? Don’t worry, Koby’s already pulling up a playlist!

And here’s a bonus, random thing: if you have a nighttime skincare routine, Koby will definitely take part in it too—only if you want him to, of course. You don’t even have to beg him—he’s already eager to join you in your routine!

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Honestly, the moment you and Koby enter a relationship, he starts revealing things about himself—only if you ask, though. For him, being in a relationship means being open and honest, so he doesn’t see any reason to keep parts of himself hidden away.

So you could say he starts revealing everything all at once. He wants you to know the real him, from his dreams and fears to his quirks and habits. Koby believes that a strong relationship is built on transparency and trust, so he’s eager to share his world with you.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Not easily angered at all. He can’t even remember the last time he’s been angry.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers absolutely everything about you, even the smallest details. Sure, he might need a gentle reminder from time to time—but for the most part, he remembers everything. He wants to make sure you feel seen and valued, so he makes an effort to remember the things that matter to you.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

If you’re a marine like him, then Koby’s favorite moments in your relationship are the times when the two of you push yourselves to your limits, both physically and emotionally, and come out successful on a mission. These moments are significant for Koby because they highlight your strength, determination, and teamwork. Working together under pressure and overcoming challenges not only enhances your skills as marines but also strengthens your connection!

And if you’re just a civilian, then Koby’s favorite moments in the relationship are simply whenever he’s around you, enjoying the everyday, ordinary moments that make up your life together. Whether it’s sharing a quiet evening at home, going for a walk, or just talking about your day, Koby treasures these times because they allow him to be close to you and experience the simplicity and joy of your company.

He also finds great satisfaction in protecting you from anything or anyone that poses a threat. Knowing that he can use his skills and strength to keep you safe fills him with a sense of purpose. These moments of protection aren’t always dramatic; they can be as simple as walking you home at night or being there to support you during a difficult time. For Koby, just being able to care for you and ensure your safety is immensely fulfilling.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Koby is normally protective. He’s not overly protective, nor is he too lax—he strikes a balance in the middle. However, if you’re ever in an actual life-threatening situation, his protective instincts kick into high gear. In such moments, Koby becomes incredibly vigilant and determined to ensure your safety. He’s definitely panicking because he doesn’t want you to get hurt, but his determination to protect you far outweighs that panic.

Koby protects you by standing in harm’s way, making sure that if an enemy tries to hit you, they’ll have to go through him first. He wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if an enemy ever managed to harm you in any way, so he tries very hard—exceptionally hard—to prevent that from happening. He would literally take bullets for you.

If you’re ever the one protecting Koby, he’ll definitely be grateful for your bravery and strength. However, he’ll still insist that you let him protect you, no matter how capable you are. While he trusts you to defend yourself, he would much rather take the lead to ensure you aren’t hurt in any way.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He puts a good equal amount of effort into dates, anniversaries, gifts, and everyday tasks. You will never catch this man not putting in effort when it comes to your relationship. Whether it’s planning a special date night, remembering your anniversary, picking out the perfect gift, or simply helping with daily chores, Koby is always attentive and dedicated.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

The only bad habit I can think of is that his commitment to the Marines can sometimes overshadow his personal life.

That—and at times, he struggles to make quick decisions, especially when it involves something important to your relationship. His desire to make the right choice for both of you can lead to procrastination.

Other than that, he's the world's most perfect man.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Honestly, Koby has never been one to be overly concerned about his looks. He’s always been more focused on his duties and responsibilities. But ever since he entered a relationship with you, things have changed a bit. It’s not that you make him insecure or anything, but sometimes he finds himself wondering if you genuinely think he’s attractive or not, and he ponders a lot over that.

This newfound awareness of his appearance isn’t about vanity; it’s about wanting to be his best self for you. Koby deeply values your opinion and cares about how you see him. He starts paying more attention to his grooming and how he presents himself, hoping to make a good impression on you every day.

That being said, your positive responses mean the world to him, and every compliment you give boosts his confidence. Whether you compliment the way his glasses look on him, his hair, or his cute face, he’s already blushing and thanking you more times than you can count.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Would he feel incomplete without you? Oh, definitely. Koby literally devotes himself to you, doing his absolute best to keep you comfortable and happy. If something happened to you or if you left him for whatever reason (booo boooo!! I’m booing you!!🍅🍅🍅), it would feel like all the work he’s put in was completely discarded.

He would feel an overwhelming sense of loss and heartbreak, questioning if there was something he could have done differently. The thought of all the moments you’ve shared—the laughter, the struggles, and the love—being just memories would be unbearable. It would feel like losing a part of himself.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He has a sweet tooth that he tries to keep under wraps. That’s it. That’s the headcanon.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He definitely can’t stand cruelty or evilness. For Koby, a lack of compassion is a dealbreaker. He values kindness and empathy deeply, so someone who is entirely heartless or indifferent to others would be a poor match for him.

Even if someone is a bit rude but still shows a sense of heart and genuine care, Koby can appreciate that. He understands that people can have flaws and that everyone has their moments. What matters most to him is whether a person has the capacity for compassion and understanding.

But someone who exhibits no sign of compassion or kindness? That’s a whole different story. Koby is driven by a desire to make the world a better place and to support and uplift those around him. Being with someone who lacks any emotional depth or concern for others would clash with his core values and make a meaningful connection nearly impossible.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Snores, but very softly.

#one piece koby #koby one piece #captain koby #op koby #koby the hero #koby x reader #one piece x you #one piece x reader

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Several Sentences Sunday

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Where CANON and FANON collide!

Season 7 FANON Speculation: Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - Hiatus Reading: “I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

Chapter 26 will be posted soon.

This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!

Currently 25 chapters completed: 973.1K Words; Rated: Mature

One chapter will be posted at a time.

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I'm excited to finish writing Chapter 26 because at the end of Chapter 25, the Diaz family had just returned to the U.S. and after they made it home, Eddie checked his voice mail and there was a message from his cousin about an attempted delivery of a SpedEx package for Buck. Buck had no idea who it was from and he worried about it all weekend into the New Year.

They attended Maddie's and Chimney's New Year's Eve party which turned out to be an engagement party for them but they told their found family they got married while they were in Italy and that Buck adopted Chris on Christmas morning. Everyone questioned them regarding why the didn't tell anyone about their nuptials but they reassured them they're going to have a vow renewal ceremony in May of 2024 so they can all celebrate with them. But they didn't tell them they put a bid on a house in Italy and they aren't planning to until they believe the time is right.

On January 2nd, Buck accepted the package from the SpedEx delivery driver and after he opened it and viewed the contents, he collapsed and became unresponsive and unconscious right after Eddie entered the room.

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Here's a snippet from Chapter 26 of Eddie panicking and calling emergency services.

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Even though Eddie doesn’t have an ECG machine in his medical bag, he knows the signs and symptoms associated with a bradycardia event and that’s exactly what he believes Buck’s experiencing. It’s been more than a minute and a half since his eyes closed and he’s worried out of his mind. He’s been counting the seconds ever since he put the pillows underneath his head and his ankles and he’s still counting but now he’s reached two minutes and Buck's entering the danger zone and he needs to get help fast.

For a brief moment, he considers lifting him up, carrying him to the truck and driving to the hospital but he knows that’s his heart talking instead of his rational mind which is filled with LAFD protocols and his paramedic training.

He doesn’t have any of the necessary equipment needed to revive him and if his husband dies on his watch, he’ll die too and that’s not an option. He's already lost one spouse and Chris has lost one parent and him and Buck promised each other they're going to die on the same day at the same time 50 or 60 years from now, so he has to act quickly. Instead of continuing his mental debate about if he should call emergency services or drive Buck himself, he removes his phone from his pocket, dials 9-1-1 and waits for what seems like an eternity.

“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?”

“Yes I’m at 4995 S. Bedford St. and I have an adult male, 31 years of age whose unconscious and unresponsive and I need medical response.”

“Ok sir, can I get your name?”

“Eddie Diaz! I’m a firefighter and a paramedic with the 118.”

“Eddie!” Linda asks.

“Yes! Linda, I’m so glad it’s you.” He heaves past the sob lodged in the back of his throat that feels like a ping pong ball and continues. “Listen, it’s Buck… SHIT!” He stops talking because he remembers he's supposed to follow protocol for her recording and he tries again. “I mean you need his first and last name for the call. It’s my husband Evan Diaz and he’s also a firefighter with the—the 118.”

“Ok Eddie, I’m checking to see which RA unit is the closest to that address but can you tell me what happened?”

“I—I came into the living room; he was swaying back and forth and I caught him before he—he hit the floor. I manually checked his vitals by doing the ABC method… I opened his airway, checked his breathing along with his circulation then I—I grabbed my medical bag and I checked his pulse, his blood pressure and his heart rate but all of them are still low which is why I believe he might be having a bradycardia event. Linda… oh my god, whatever is happening to him is more serious than a syncope event because he’s still unresponsive.”

“Can you tell me how long he’s been down?”

“It’s been more than two minutes but I didn’t start counting until after I caught him.”

“Ok, Eddie, our closest unit is about 6 minutes away.”

He frowns and loudly asks, “Six minutes? Why?! I’m sorry please—please forgive me for being loud but I... I—I’m asking because there’s a firehouse less than 4 minutes from here.” He feels like he’s about to jump out of his skin because the proximity of their home to the closest fire station in this area is one of the reasons he decided to purchase it. He wanted to be close to one for Chris just in case they ever have to call.

“You’re right Eddie there is but they’re returning to their station from a call and they’re caught in a backup on the I-110 and…”

He interrupts her. “Linda, I—I can’t wait any longer so… I’m going to pick him up and drive him to the hospital myself…”

“Eddie?!”

He keeps talking and he thinks he can hear Sue talking in the background too but in this moment, he needs to get his husband the help he needs. He says, “Linda, I need to…”

“EDDIE!” She calls his name again but louder this time because she needs to get his attention.

The panic he feels is threatening to escape his lungs and he wants to scream but he swallows it again and responds, “Yeah?”

“Eddie, listen to me. I know it’s hard but I need you to remain calm. Are you listening?”

Eddie’s practically hysterical but what is he going to do next? 🥹

Will he listen to Linda and follow protocol or will he pick Buck up and carry him to the hospital himself? 🤷🏽‍♀️

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This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!

Fic Summary: Months after Buck and Eddie were hit by the same lightning strike; they’re still struggling with the aftermath of it. But before they make their love confessions, they’ll spend time getting to know themselves as individuals first. Eddie learns to enjoy the simple things in life as he participates in activities on his own and with new friends while Buck learns the rest of the 31-year-old deep dark family secret about his conception and birth. Their journey to forever is still a work in progress but once they finally admit they’re in love with each other, everything that follows their love confessions will be cataclysmic.

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Chapter Summaries

Chapter 1 - Eddie makes a new friend while Buck receives devastating news regarding the sperm donation he made for Connor and Kameron.

Chapter 2 - Buck does a lot of research to learn more about the abnormalities found in his red blood cells and Eddie starts a new therapy journey that’s all about him and not the traumas he’s experienced.

Chapter 3 - After more than a month, Buck and Eddie finally spend time together outside of work but it doesn’t end well and they part with a lot of uncertainty regarding their places in each other’s lives.

Chapter 4 - Eddie has a few realizations about his life which causes him to consider moving back to El Paso, TX while Buck continues to be reminded of his past which causes him to take an impromptu road trip across America.

Chapter 5 - Both Buck and Eddie have difficult conversations with their parents and Buck finally learns the truth behind the reason why his mother despised him while Eddie finally tells his mother about the way she tries to control him.

Chapter 6 - More than two weeks after Buck pushed Eddie away after suggesting they needed a break; Eddie decides to try again. Eddie’s there for Buck when he’s at his worst just like Buck was there for him when he was at his worst and he won’t let Buck give up.

Chapter 7 - After Buck’s mental breakdown, Eddie has his back the same way Buck had his when he had his own breakdown more than a year ago. They share several vulnerable and emotionally intimate moments with one another and they begin to realize their small, sweet and caring gestures matter just as much if not more than any grand gesture ever could because these are the foundations of a long-lasting love relationship.

Chapter 8 - Buck, Eddie and Chris all have their own therapists and during their sessions, they reflect on their pasts while they’re in the present so they can prepare for their future together as a family.

Chapter 9 - Buck and Eddie are there for each other when Buck has to testify as a witness during the trial. But by the end of it, they’ll both realize their individual and shared traumas are going to keep resurfacing until they talk about them, deal with the fact that they’re in love with one another and face the fact that they can’t live without each other.

Chapter 10 - As Buck and Eddie finally begin to confront their past traumas, they realize how much they need each other to fill in the gaps of their memories. Additionally, the universe screams at them for what appears to be the one hundredth time so Buck can realize he doesn’t have to ‘find it’ because he already ‘made it’ and Eddie’s reminded tomorrow isn’t promised and he doesn’t have to die alone if he doesn’t want to.

Chapter 11 - A “virga” or dry thunderstorm is in the forecast but once the rain starts, the thunderstorm happening outside won’t be able to match the storm brewing inside between Buck and Eddie. It’s the universe’s final scream and when the tumultuous winds begin to blow, they’ll have one last chance to hold onto everything they’ve built over the last six years or they’ll lose it all forever.

Chapter 12 - Buck and Eddie have always shared a deep physical attraction and an emotional intimacy that’s unmatched but now that they’re in a relationship, they’re learning how to navigate the romantic intimacy they’ve been waiting for six years to explore. The love they have for each other is a once in a lifetime, soulmate, love of their lives type of love that transcends space and time.

Chapter 13 - While navigating the newness of their romantic relationship, Buck and Eddie take advantage of every moment they spend together. As their individual lives, people from their pasts, time constraints and the possibility of losing each other again make attempts to interrupt and interfere with their journey to forever, they love, care for, support and hold onto each other even tighter to withstand it all.

Chapter 14 - Buck and Eddie can see the lights at the end of the tunnels regarding the results of Buck’s Cancer Screening along with everything else they’re dealing with. But are the lights they see exits to the tunnels or are they headlights on different runaway trains that are speeding towards them in an effort to interrupt their forever?

Chapter 15 - Buck and Eddie have known they were exactly who the other one wanted in a partner since they met six years ago when they agreed to have each other’s backs. They’re in a romantic relationship, they’re both preparing to ask the other one to spend forever with them and by the end of the seventh week into their relationship, together they will plan their most important and greatest adventure for their future.

Chapter 16 - As Buck and Eddie begin to prepare for their marriage ceremony that will take place in Rome, Italy in December 2023, they start planning their first international adventure as a romantic couple. Even though Chris is still the only person they’ve told about their relationship, several people who know them have already witnessed the love they share and as the days continue, others will witness it too.

Chapter 17 - As Buck and Eddie get closer to departing Los Angeles for their international adventure, a moment in time will remind them; life is fragile, tomorrow isn’t promised and every second of everyday should be cherished because everything can change in an instant. The result of that realization will cause them to hold onto each other even more.

Chapter 18 - As Buck, Eddie and Chris prepare for family gatherings before and during the Thanksgiving holiday, the “Santa Ana Winds” start to blow and all sorts of expected and unexpected familial drama ensues.

Chapter 19 - As Buck and Eddie get closer to their wedding day, the universe begins to align everything so that some of their parent and children's relationships are strengthened while others come to an abrupt end.

Chapter 20 - With only 14 days remaining until Buck, Eddie and Chris depart Los Angeles, CA traveling to Rome, Italy, for their first family adventure, an early morning conversation about “tying up loose ends” helps Buck and Eddie realize there are still several things left unfinished on their ‘To Do’ lists. The question is will there be enough time to complete all of them?

Chapter 21 - Buck, Eddie and Chris are finalizing their ‘To Do’ Lists, double checking their itineraries and packing their suitcases in preparation for their trip to Europe so they can board their flight that departs Los Angeles, CA on Friday, December 15, 2023 at 3:25PM.

Chapter 22 - While Buck, Eddie and Chris spend the first 8 days of their European family adventure in Italy, their primary reason for going will be fulfilled as well as several others they hadn’t considered or anticipated.

Chapter 23 - As the Diaz Family continues their Italian family adventure, they’ll say, “Ciao” or hello and goodbye to a lot of things almost immediately after they become an official and legal family.

Chapter 24 - After Buck, Eddie and Chris arrive in London, England on December 24th; the Diazes immediately start preparing to spend their first family Christmas together. During their stay, each of them will hear a few choice words that will be the life raft to get them home to complete their searches to be seen and to be found.

Chapter 25 - After spending more than two weeks in Europe, Eddie, Buck and Chris are back in Los Angeles and they’re getting ready to attend Maddie and Chimney’s New Year’s Eve party. During the event, they have plans to make two surprise announcements but the question is, who’s really going to be surprised, the Diaz family or their found family at the 118?

Chapter 26 - Will be posted soon.

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Eddie Munson Headcanons Pt 4

★My Masterlist

It's been a year since my last list sooo here's more. A few are a bit similar to older ones, but I like these better lol

[Pt 1] [Pt 2] [Pt 3]

Eddie takes great pride in being able to belch the ABCs forward and backward. He can’t do it consecutively, though. I mean, he could, but it makes his tummy hurt.

Don’t ask him about doing cartwheels. He’s never been able to do a proper one, and he doesn’t wanna talk about it.

If his pack of cigs is getting low, he’ll steal a couple from Wayne’s. When his uncle starts to catch on and questions his disappearing smokes, Eddie gaslights the shit out of him.

He takes the rules of calling shotgun to heart.

Eddie is a total adrenaline junkie and thrill seeker, but not toward things that would get him in major trouble. He isn’t intimidated by any roller coaster, no matter the size. He will ride it again even if he hurls; it doesn’t deter him in the slightest.

He has a small mole on his right side and another under his peck.

After brushing his teeth and rinsing his toothbrush, he always taps it against the rim of the sink 3 times.

As a kid, Eddie was a habitual lip licker. Petroleum jelly just wasn’t something that could be found in the trailer. Up until he reached his preteen years, he had a rash around his mouth during the colder months each year.

Double jointed in his left thumb and enjoys freaking out squeamish people with it.

Ambidextrous when it comes to writing and slapping the ham, but he’s predominantly right handed otherwise.

This isn’t news to those who read my writing: Eddie is a nail biter. Unfortunately, he bites his toenails too. Only after showering, of course. It’s not his fault he can’t keep track of the nail clipper.

He can also often be seen gnawing on a toothpick; something he picked up from living with Wayne.

Eddie is more of a cat person, but he likes dogs too. Bigger dogs, preferably. Regardless of the species, he’s a chin and butt scratcher. He loves whenever he finds the right spot on a dog that makes it thump its leg.

If anything spooks this man to his core, it’s dolls. ESPECIALLY My Buddy & Kid Sister (google it, you'll understand). Anytime the commercial comes on, he closes his eyes and waits until the next ad starts.

Not necessarily much of a prankster, but crop dusting his buddies never gets old.

Prefers rock paper scissors to flipping a coin, and he’ll only call best out of three when he’s losing.

Honks like a goose whenever he blows his nose.

If there’s furniture to stub his toes on, said toes will be stubbed… hard.

Slightly allergic to cinnamon, it makes his throat itchy.

Eddie believes that crunchy peanut butter is superior to creamy. His PB&Js are 80% jelly. He licks the knife clean before switching between jars.

[Pt 1] [Pt 2] [Pt 3]

★My Masterlist

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pretty please write the phrases promts 40 and 47 about erling

I know we talked about this, hopefully it lives up to expectations! <3 // prompts: “I’ve been holding back all the things I want to do to you” + “I think we’ve found a new kink” -- I did daddy kink + a little breeding kink :)

Erling;’s birthday was this past Sunday and you two hadn’t gotten to celebrate properly since he had a match and then you two went to dinner with his family. You decided since he had the day off, you would celebrate; just the two of you.

A few weeks ago, your boyfriend let a few little details slip. He had gone out for a drink with his buddies for one of their birthdays and returned home a little too tipsy. He started rambling while you were helping him to bed, telling you about his friend’s sex life that they apparently discussed in detail and then it spiralled into him telling you how much he loves when you wear lingerie for him.

Now you stood in the bathroom, taking one last look at yourself in the mirror. “Are you ready?” You called for your boyfriend.

“I’ve been ready!” He shouts back, groaning because you kept him waiting; you had a feeling when he sees you, he’ll forget about the wait time.

He sat on the couch, he can hear the clicking on the hardwood as you walked down the hallway from the bathroom to the living room. You stood behind him, leaning over the couch to grab his hand. Erling let you hold his hand, your fingers tangled with him as you walk around to face him.

His eyes were closed, he was under strict instruction not to open them until you say so. You were stood in front of him now, “okay, open them.”

Your boyfriend opens his eyes, blinking a few times to readjust to the light. He takes in the view in front of him; baby blue lace covered your body, the straps holding in place and the little bows tied it together perfectly.

Erling pulls you to him, letting you perch yourself on his lap. “What do you think?” You ask, feeling his hand on your ass when you straddle him.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.” He says, kissing you and you can’t help the giggle.

The man flips you two over, slotting himself between your legs. You can already feel how hard he is.

Erling’s finger slips under the side of your panties, the thin lace ripping a bit with one tug of his finger. “What the hell, babe?!” You swat his hand.

“I’ll buy you all you want, sweetheart.” He says, he pulls your legs up and lets them rest over his shoulders as he undoes his pants. “You’re such a pain,” you tell him, biting back a smile.

He leans down, your legs pressed back as he kisses you. You can feel the tip of his cock brushing over your entrance. The panties being the only thing separating you two.

The kiss is heavy, heated, pulling him closer to you despite the fact that you’re on a weird angle right now.

Your hand slips between the two of you, pushing the lace to the side. Erling smiles against your lips, you can feel the tip of his cock pressed between your folds before he pushes into you.

The sound leaving your mouth was like heaven on earth to him.

Your legs over his shoulders, his hips digging into the back of your thighs with each thrust. Your hand was wrapped around his bicep, squeezing and nails digging into it.

“I’ve been holding back all the things I wanted to do to you,” he mumbles into your shoulder.

“So do it.” Your hand meets his jaw, forcing him to look at you.

He pushes the straps off your shoulders, tits spilling out over the top of the bra. Erling glances down, letting you drop your legs from his shoulders. Instead, you wrap them around his waist and your boyfriend leans down to kiss you once more, leaving a trial of marks and sloppy kisses until he reaches your tits.

Your hips buck, wanting more from him. He can feel you clench around his cock. “Fuck, gonna make me cum, darling.”

Erling was still leaning over you, your hand resting on his cheek and pulling his focus back to you, eyes meeting each other; “in me.”

He looked like he had died and gone to heaven.

“In you?” He asks, making sure he heard you right. Your legs wrap around him tighter and you nod, “in me.”

“Daddy.. please.” You breathe, and he gives in, he can’t help himself; you’ve got him wrapped around your finger. “Want you to fuck me full,” you whisper to him when he drops down on top of you, your arms over his shoulders.

You can feel him fucking the cum back into you, surely he's made a mess. Your fingers scratched up and down his back softly. “I think we've found a new kink.” You whisper to him, earning a laugh.

#erling haaland #erling haaland x reader #erling haaland smut

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urnumber1star · 2 months

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First Hire Part One

Yayyy the first part of the short story is finally doneeee! I have no idea why but I struggled doing this. I don't write things this short most of the time which is a sign that I need to do it more soooo....

Anyways enjoy! And feel free to tell me things I could improve on!

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“Really? Not even a lighter?” No One muttered, as he stood back up and looked down at the bloody figure below in disappointment. He had been searching through the mans pockets for the past several minutes and had only managed to find a few coins and an opened pack of cigarettes.

He nudged the man with his foot and he rolled onto his back but remained unmoving.

“Hello? Helloooo?!” He yelled and leaned over the man. He couldn't quite tell if the man was breathing or not but he didn't care to check. He’d find out if he was alive later if he saw a news article about a, ‘Dead Body Found In Alleyway.’

He peaked around the corner in case anyone was coming and thankfully the roadblock was just as empty as it was earlier. That was one of the many upsides of doing these kinds of things at night.

He turned back towards the man and grabbed his wrists and began awkwardly dragging him towards a large dumpster in the back of the alley.

He dropped the man to the ground and looked up at the top of it, which was a good two feet taller than him. This seemed to be one of the few dumpsters around here where its hovering mechanisms actually worked, but even if it wasn't it would still be too tall for him. And even if it wasnt there was no way he was strong enough to lift the man over his head and throw him in there, without getting any blood on the white exterior.

No One groaned before stepping down to the ground and looking underneath the dumpster. It was a pretty decent space. And the man wasn't that large…

He’ll fit. No One thought and began trying to push the man into the space with his foot. It unfortunately didn't get the man very far and No One began physically pushing him underneath the dumpster until he was no longer visible.

“Ugh… sorry buddy!” No One laughed, and began walking off towards the street.

Most businesses were closed this time of night and even if they weren't, who in their right mind would actually walk around outside alone in this side of the city?

No One snickered as he admired the buildings around him. They all practically touched the sky. All over a hundred floors at least. Though they weren't as fancy as the buildings in the inner circle of the city were. They were all made of old beige bricks that had been dirtied and weathered over the years to the point that they looked brown. There were bright neon signs by every window and trash scattered all over the streets.

It was messy, and dingy, but it was different. And No One liked it. It just fit his style a little more than the fancy, bright colors of center city.

As No One continued down the street he heard heavy footsteps behind him, slowly coming closer and closer. As he tried to speed up so did the person following him so No One decided to slow down and ready for yet another fight.

“Hey, kid.” A gravelly voice said and grabbed No One's shoulder roughly.

He turned around to see a very large man looming over him, and No One noticed he was also armed.

“I have some questions for you if you wouldn't mind.” The man said.

“I actually do mind. I’m a little busy right now.”

“Well then I’ll keep it short.” The man stated, and to No Ones surprise he let go of his shoulder.

“I saw what you did to that man. Why did you do it?”

“What man? I'm sorry sir but I don't know what you’re talking about!” No One grinned, and the man looked around the street before leading him towards one of the buildings.

“Listen kid, I’m not stupid. So tell me, why did you murder that man.” He warned.

“No, sir you don't understand. I didn't murder anyone! He attacked me!”

“After begging you for mercy.” The man sneered, and bent down closer to No Ones face.

“Listen big guy. I’ve got places to be, so make it snappy. What do you want from me?” No One asked, his usual cat-like grin completely gone.

“My boss has been watching you for weeks. He wants to meet with you.”

“Well, your boss can come talk to me himself.”

“No. You’ll be coming with me.”

No One raised an eyebrow and let out a loud, shrill laugh.

“Really!? You think that I’m coming with you!? Why on earth do you think that I’d come with you!?” He cackled.

“We want to make a deal with you.” The man explained.

“A deal? What kind of deal? What can you give me that I can't just get myself?”

“I don't have that information. I’m just here to bring you to him.”

“Your boss?”

“Yes.”

“And how do I know this isn't a trap?”

“Because like I said, we’ve been watching you. I know what you can do to me. And I’d rather not have that happen.”

No One smirked and began walking closer to the man, looking up at him. “Smart, but how do you know I wont just kill you right now?”

The man shifted his feet and No One knew his eyes were rapidly searching the street from under his glasses.

No One laughed and motioned towards the road, “Don't worry about me big guy. You’ve gotten me curious. Lead the way.”

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BRS tag list: @wyked-ao3, @illarian-rambling, @nine-is-not-a-ten, @leahnardo-da-veggie, let me know if you'd like to be added! (+/-)

#writeblr #writing #writers on tumblr #writing community #No One the freak #poor man needs help #BRS #bolt runners

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whumpy-wyrms · 17 days

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Anton's gotta be one of the least horrifying whumpers in any whumpee-pov CYOA I've played.

I've never read TLLR but I just get the feeling he would respect my gender and sexuality.

that’s so real anon actually in chapter 3 of tllr he literally gives Dew (his whumpee) top surgery because he found out he was trans and didn’t want him to be uncomfy. and Anton himself is also trans and aroace!

Anton is a silly goofy guy and honestly he can be a pathetic wet cat at times too. but he can definitely be intimidating when he wants to be! just ask Dew, he knows.

he’s being less scary right now because he wants to try and make a good first impression. buddy. i think you already failed. he’s really not good with people at all, he lives in a middle of a forest miles away from civilization and rarely ever goes into town just to get food. he’s best friends with animals though!! he just doesn’t get people. people are weird and scary to him. not his test subjects though because they’re like, his, and he has all the control over them.

the cyoa is really fun and i’m a bit biased because like.. if i were actually Anton’s test subject, i’d wanna be his friend so bad. if we do everything he wants and talk to him and be nice to him, he will literally just get too attached to us and feel bad about the experiments and we would become best friends. he is incredibly lonely. like so insanely lonely all he really wants is a friend. honestly he just does the science because it’s all he’s ever known and he doesn’t know who he is without it.

i don’t want to accidentally rig the votes or anything, but for the people who haven’t read tllr, here are some helpful tips when dealing with this guy! if you are super defiant he will literally just sedate you man. he has so many tricks up his sleeve you don’t even know. i wouldn’t underestimate him! if you are compliant, he’ll be nice to you! more freedom! if you are super friendly and ask him about science and animals and spend more free time with him, well, now you’re just his friend. not sorry. (i started the cyoa really hoping i’d just get to write us becoming best friends with Anton by the end but that’s not really whumpy is it…)

okay sorry i just rambled on and on but Anton is my favorite oc ever and i love talking about him so if anyone asks about him i WILL just never shut up. i love him sm. thanks for reading the cyoa btw!! i have lots of plans for it and i’m super excited :D

#tllr cyoa #tllr cyoa ask #ask #anton oc #louie is technically my favorite oc #just had to clarify #cannot forget about the og

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sarahsmi13s · 2 years

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Meet The Kids

!! before continuing !!

i highly highly highly suggest you read through the orginal story before reading this as it contains spoilers for the end of that!!

you can find the orignal story here --> Tell Them Universe Masterlist

thank you!!

Grayson Dallas Seresin

Birthday: May 28, 2006

Physical Description: brown hair, green eyes, ~6′1″-6′2″

Grayson was born after Jake and Y/N graduated high school. Like a week and a half later.

Jake is not Grayson biological father, but once Grayson bio-dad signed away his parental rights -- Jake adopted him.

But Jake has raised Grayson to be the man he is, he is Gray’s dad.

While he has his moments like every teenager, Grayson is very respectful and tries to hold himself to a behavioral standard.

Grayson is a mama’s boy, there is no denying it and he has no shame in it. This boy loves his mama.

He’s protective of his family; especially his mom and little sister. He won’t hesitate to go toe-to-toe with a man that’s bigger than him to protect his family.

He’ll even get between his parents if Jake is stepping out of line or there’s a tone in his voice Grayson doesn’t appreciate being directed at his mother.

Sports he plays include: baseball, basketball, and football

He wears the number 23, very proudly as that was the number his mom wore in high school.

He is a catcher and/or centerfielder in baseball, might play the occassional first base.

He’s a reciever on the football team.

In Texas, he was a point guard or a foward in basketball, but in California they have him as post or a forward.

Kennedy Hazel Seresin

Birthday: April 13, 2017

Physical Description: blonde hair, (e/c) eyes

Kennedy was acutally born while Jake was in the hospital because of a harsh landing after an ejection during training.

Jake was there for Y/N though, he was in a wheelchair at her bedside. He would be damned if he missed the birth of his little girl.

Kennedy might be one of the sweetest little girls you’ll ever meet. She loves everyone. And while she is shy when it comes to meeting new adults, she will never hesitate to talk to another child.

She’s a daddy’s girl, for sure. Her daddy is a superhero in her eyes.

She ADORES her big brother. Her big brother is the coolest guy there is. He also makes time for her and let’s her hang out with him -- even if his buddies are over.

Despite the 10/11 year age gap, they’re extremely close.

Kennedy loves loves loves animals. She’s not afraid of them and will pick up any animal she can catch. Which is one of the reasons Jake calls her ‘Princess’, he swears she can talk to the animals and that’s why she’s so comfortable around them and vise versa.

Kennedy loves Marvel. Her favorite characters are Black Widow and Captain America. She loves Yelena Belova because she looks like her. Scarlet Witch is also on the list of favorites.

Kennedy and Grayson

these two may have a 10/11 year age gap, but they are as close as twins.

when grayson was 9, for Christmas he asked for a little brother or sister. he was really leaning towards a little brother so he could teach him how to play ball

and if we’re honest, when he found out the next Christmas that he was getting a little sister, he wasn’t too thrilled.

but the moment kennedy was born, grayson was wrapped around her finger.

and as they got older, their relationship only got stronger.

grayson never tries to exclude her or leave her out just because his friends are over. and that helped to create an army that would protect kennedy with their life

kennedy and grayson watch movies, color, play games, go to the park; they pretty much do anything together

*******

i hope you enjoyed this little info piece

i just thought that it would be nice to have a little reference post for the kids and what they’re like and their relationship.

i do plan to write more fics for this universe, i have plans for a grayson piece so if you want know more about that my inbox is open for questions!!

tags <33: @roosterscockpit @luckyladycreator2 @hotch-meeeeeuppppp @sebsxphia @wkndwlff @emma8895eb @blackwidownat2814 @ireadthensuetheauthors @adaydreamaway08 @starkleila @mallerz @bananas1234 @mattheoschik @fogle97 @malindacath @pono-pura-vida @jstarr86 @djs8891

thank you all for being here and i hope i didn’t miss anyone, i’m sorry if i did

#tell them universe #tell them #telling them #told them #meet the kids #grayson seresin #kennedy seresin #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin x wife!reader #hangdad #secret family trope #top gun maverick #hangman top gun

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reds-fluff-extravaganza · 9 months

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Volo x reader

Finally got a request for him and I need to write more for him. So sorry if he’s ooc or anything!

It’s been several weeks since the incident, and you’ve been searching everywhere for Volo. You’ve been worried about him, despite everyone telling you not to, that he doesn’t deserve your forgiveness or anything of the sort. However, you didn’t agree with them. You knew him better than anyone else, even if he didn’t tell you about the whole wanting to capture Arceus thing.

You were out searching for him once again, hoping to finally find him and

“Volo!” You called out, your Luxray walking along with you. He was a bit worried about you, since he knew how close you were with the ex-merchant, and he had gotten close to him and his pokemon as well.

“Wait, I know! I can see if Cogita knows his whereabouts.” You looked back at your Luxray, who just nodded in agreement, as the two of you made your way to the Ancient Retreat.

“Cogita!” You called out her name as you got closer to her home. She had stepped outside, curious to who was calling her name.

“Oh, hello Y/n. What brings you here today?” She made her way over to you.

“I’ve been looking all over the land of Hisui for Volo… no one has seen him and I’m getting worried. I know everyone else doesn’t like him for what he’s done, but I don’t hate him. Have you seen him? Or at least have a possible idea of his whereabouts?” Cogita was silent for a few moments, as if debating something in her mind as she examined your expression of worry and genuine concern for Volo.

“I have seen him. He told me not to tell any one of his whereabouts, but I can tell how much you actually care about him, even if you… probably shouldn’t. However, I think he needs to know that not everyone completely hates him.”

“Please, tell me where he is. I won’t tell him that you told me.”

“Oh I’m sure he’ll figure it out, he’s a smart man after all.”

“I know.” And with that, Cogita had given you the directions to find Volo. You waved goodbye to her and made your way to find him, your Luxray still at your side.

After traveling for a while, you ended up in a secluded area, far away from any possible human presence or interaction. Was Volo really here..? You were really hoping so. Your Luxray kept close to your side as the two of you walked, looking around, before you were snatched back by Luxray as an air slash hit the ground where you had been standing a moment before.

“Whoa..! Thanks, Luxray.” You looked up to see a familiar Pokemon: Volo’s Togekiss!

“Togekiss! It’s me, Y/n!” You called out to it, hoping it would remember you. Luxray had stood in front of you in a protective manner as Togekiss examined the two of you before moving closer. It seems to remember you as it let out a happy cry and hugged you with its wings.

“It’s good to see you again, buddy, but where is Volo..?” You let go and Togekiss motioned for you to follow further into the secluded area. You nodded and followed after it, Luxray right beside you.

“Ah, there you are Togekiss, you had me worried for a minute th-…” Volo cut himself off as he saw you with his Togekiss.

“Y/n..?” He sounded more confused than anything. “How did you even find me? No… the better question is why did you find me? Here to humiliate me further? Tell the others where I am? What?”

“No, not at all!” You took a step closer to him, a worried look on your face. “I would never tell anyone else where you are, not after I’ve spent several weeks looking for you after the incident! I don’t want you to disappear again, Volo..”

“Again, I ask, why are you here then?”

“Because I care about you! I don’t hate you like they do. We were always so close.. When I found out you disappeared I couldn’t believe it.” Your hands were now shaking a bit as you were looking up at him.

“I miss you… I miss you a lot.”

“I’m not going back there, Y/n.”

“I’m not asking you to come back!” You moved closer to him and hugged him, making him flinch in response.

“Why do you care..? I’ve done horrible things.” He looked down at you, a puzzled look on his face. “I don’t understand.”

“I already told you, Volo! We’ve been friends for so long… and I care about you.”

“If you’re here to pity me, then I don’t want it-“

“It’s not pity, I genuinely care about you.”

“You.. actually care about me?”

“Yes! That’s what I was trying to tell you.” It was silent for a few moments… until you felt Volo hug you back, looking away from you.

“I… missed you too, Y/n. I’m glad it was you who managed to find me.”

“Really?” You were rather surprised by this.

“Yes, really. I would’ve told you where I was going but I didn’t want you to be involved with me. I didn’t want the others to shame you or be upset at you because of how close we are.”

“I would never let them get to me… but I’m glad you’re okay and still alive.”

“And I’m glad you’re here now.. and you can come back whenever you want.” He leaned down and kissed your forehead gently. “Promise me you’ll return.” You nodded and rest your forehead against his.

“Of course I will. You know I will. And don’t worry about the others, I won’t let them find you here.”

“I know you won’t. I trust you, Y/n.”

“Come on, let’s step outside and talk, catch up on what we’ve missed.” You let him go from the hug before taking his hand into your own.

“Very well.” You two walked out of the cave and into the forest, where your Luxray and his Togekiss were sitting, as if catching up with each other.

“Looks like they missed each other too.” You looked over at the two Pokemon nearby, a faint smile on your face.

“I think you’re right, Y/n.” You went over to them, taking a seat on a fallen over tree, with Volo sitting by you, and the two of you talked, catching each other up on what was going on in your lives after the incident, while also telling him that you forgive him, and him reluctantly accepting it as he feels as though he doesn’t deserve it, but it was one of the things he liked about you, that despite what he’s done, you still care about him and forgive him. He feels as though he doesn’t deserve you or your kindness, but happy to still have you around.

#pokemon #sfw #volo #volo/reader #volo x reader #x reader #reader insert #fluff #fluff oneshot #x reader oneshot #oneshot #pokemon x reader

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britany1997 · 1 year

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Dine n' Dash

Surprise besties🥰 @misslavenderlady and I have been working on a collab series for our baby boy Tyler💕 We put equal work into this so show some love by liking and reblogging both of our posts! Lave is a queen and it was super fun to work with her on this:)

Tyler x Fem! Reader

🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓

Ask anyone in The Ramp Locals, and they’d all agree that Tyler was the sweetest, most loyal guy you could ever call a friend. He was always there for his fellow skaters, cheering them on and hanging out with them whenever they needed some company. There was just so much to like about the guy.

What the others didn’t realize was that deep down, Tyler was actually a bit lonely. Not in the case of his social circle, of course. No, Tyler was missing something else in his life. Something more....intimate.

He would never admit it to any of the other guys, but he had a feeling of envy whenever Corey was hand-in-hand with his blonde beauty of a girlfriend. He and Chrissy were always so sweet to one another, and while the others teased Corey for it, Tyler had the nagging sensation of a little green monster tugging at his heart. Though he was handsome, athletic, funny, and kind, he just hadn’t found the right girl. Someone who would make him turn into the same love-struck dope that Corey had become.

Tyler kept this secret to himself, privately moping over his lack of love. He would silently listen to his buddies talk about hot babes in bikinis and hookups in the backseats of cars. Meanwhile, he would long for something far more meaningful. Something sweeter. Something more passionate.

It followed his thoughts as he followed the others into a local diner one sunny day. They were all young men with monstrous appetites, and being active skaters didn’t help with their rumbling stomachs. It wasn’t much of a place. Just a greasy spoon of a restaurant with comfort food at the ready. What he ordered didn’t matter. A bite to eat would just help take his mind off of things.

The boys clamored into a bright red booth as they littered the floor with their skateboards. Tyler picked up the menu that had been placed in front of him. He grimaced as he realized a sticky substance that had been coating the menu was now all over his hands. He wiped them off onto his shirt with a sigh. The boys chatted away as he flipped through the food choices, looking for something that might catch his eye. His eyes glazed over as he read the descriptions for burger after burger.

“You boys ready to order?”

Tyler settled on a cheeseburger, and fries before glancing up to lock eyes with the waitress, who just happened to be the most beautiful babe he’d ever seen. His lips parted, but nothing came out as he stared at you, speechless. You shot him a confused look.

“What can I getcha?” you asked.

Tyler fumbled trying to bring words to his lips. All he could muster was broken “uhs” and “ums.” ‘Smooth,’ he thought to himself as he felt his face turn as red as the lipstick coating your smile.

“He’ll just have a cheeseburger,” Corey ordered, coming to Tyler’s rescue. “You want fries with that Ty?”

Tyler whirled around to face him. “Uh, yeah,” he stuttered out. “Fries sound good.”

You bit back a giggle, amused by how dazed the blond boy was. Clearly, he was so hungry he couldn’t think straight. As you scribbled away on your pad of paper, you made a note to get him an extra helping of fries to help him feel better. All of the other boys had no issue with figuring out what they wanted. Steak and eggs, pancakes, a club sandwich, and much more. It was a good thing you had built up plenty of experience writing down orders quickly.

“Alright! I’ll go ahead and put this in for you guys!” you smiled, tucking your pen behind your ear when you were done. With a small wave, you turned on your heel to head to the kitchen.

What the diner lacked in cleanliness it made up for in the style, and that was apparent when it came to your uniform. You adored the baby blue dress that framed your figure under the apron you had on. It was fun to twirl around, letting the skirt swish as you moved. It made you excited to get a little dolled up for the day. After all, a little lipstick and mascara went a long way in charming the customers enough for extra tips.

After putting in the order for the line cook, you turned to watch the table from afar. You wondered if that one boy liked your uniform. All the guys in the group were cute, but that blond was something else.

Tyler stared at you while you put in the orders, his mouth still slightly agape. He only returned to reality when he caught sight of Corey’s fingers snapping in his face.

“Hey man, what was that?” Corey asked. “You fall off your board one too many times or somethin?”

“Just lost my train of thought, dude. It was nothin,” he grumbled defensively.

“Whatever, man,” Corey replied before turning back to his conversation with Radley.

Tyler leaned back against the booth, completely lost in thought. Corey was right. What was that? He couldn’t remember the last time something had left him speechless. There was just something special about you. He was sure of that as he watched you sashay back to their table carrying a tray piled high with food.

“Alright! I hope you guys are hungry! I even threw in a little extra stuff,” you told the group as you placed each plate down. While the others watched their own meals with mouths watering, the cute blond was only staring at you. Seeing how incredibly bright the shade of blue in his eyes was, you couldn’t keep yourself from looking back at him. With a warm smile on your face, you set his burger and extra fries down.

“If you need anything else at all, please don’t be shy~” you said with all the sweetness you could muster up. It made you feel good to see his toned cheeks flush a soft shade of pink.

With a wave of your fingers, you left them to their meals. Little did you know that Tyler was barely acknowledging the food that he was half-starved for mere moments ago. Even while you were off taking care of other customers, he watched with curiosity and wonder. So much so that the boys were wrapping up their meals before he even had a chance to take a few bites.

“Hey, Ty!” Radley teased Tyler. “You’re takin’ forever to eat! Are you gonna do somethin’ or what?”

It was only then that he realized how far behind he was on his meal. Everyone else at the table was getting antsy, ready to pay for their own stuff, and hit the streets for more skating. It seemed like the best move to let them go do their own thing. Maybe having some time to himself would help get his focus and appetite back.

Tyler continued to pick at his food as the boys scarfed down the rest of their meals and slid out of the booth, grabbing their boards as they went.

“You comin?” Corey asked confused as he glanced at Tyler’s half eaten fries and barely touched burger. “Need a box or somethin? I can call that waitress…” Corey trailed off as his head whipped around in search of you.

“No!” Tyler blurted out loudly, prompting Corey to turn towards him with a shocked look on his face. He cleared his throat, attempting to collect himself. “I think I might just hang here a little longer and finish my food. I’ll catch you guys at the halfpipe later!”

“Sure Ty, whatever you want, man,” Corey said as he rubbed the back of his neck. He slapped Tyler on the back as he flew out the door and sped off to catch up with the gang.

When Corey and the boys disappeared from sight, Tyler turned back to his food. He munched on his fries absentmindedly as he thought of what it might be like to hold your hand, to bring you to the rink to watch him skate, to kiss your pretty red lips. He couldn’t stop the smile from etching its way onto his face as he daydreamed.

“I brought you some more!”

Tyler returned to reality at your words. He was met with the sight of your outstretched hand offering him another dish of ketchup. His eyes snapped down to his plate as he realized he had used up all of his already.

“Thanks,” he said, reaching out to take the dish. He blushed as his hand brushed against yours. As he looked around behind you, Tyler realized he was the only customer left in the diner. The lunch rush had slowed down for the day.

"Your friends left you behind?" you asked, tilting your head to the side. Being in the serving business, you had seen your fair share of fake friends ditching the black sheep in their group and leaving them to foot the bill. You hoped that wasn't the case for this guy.

"Oh nah, they helped cover me. I was just takin' too long," he said, swirling a fry around in the pool of ketchup.

You smiled softly. He really was a cute guy. Having some time alone with him was making your stomach flutter. It made you want to sweeten up his day a bit more.

"Well, that's a shame because I was feeling generous enough to bring some complimentary milkshakes for the table," you said. The mention of dessert certainly made him perk up. "You got a flavor of choice, hun?"

“Well, what’s your favorite flavor?” he asked, his cheeks flushed pink.

You beamed as he stared up at you awaiting your answer.

“Strawberry’s my favorite,” you admitted. “They use real strawberries and vanilla ice cream instead of just the processed pink stuff. It’s my favorite thing on the menu!”

“Then one strawberry milkshake please,” he said, his lips pulled up into a half-smile as he ordered. He paused for a moment, “and two straws.”

Your lips parted slightly in surprise. The blush spread from his cheeks until his entire face was red as a tomato.

“I just mean…well, you’ve been working so hard… I couldn’t finish it by myself…if- if you’d like, you could share it with me,” he sputtered.

You smiled at him. “That would be lovely.”

He grinned from ear to ear. “Radical!”

With that, you trotted back to the kitchen to put in his order. While waiting for the milkshake, you wiped down the counters and stole glances at the cute blond boy. When you’d look his way, you’d catch his eyes already on you. It made you smile to yourself every time he’d blush and turn away when he met your gaze.

After a while you heard the chef call ‘order up.’ When you went to take the drink, your nose crinkled in disgust. Sitting on the counter was a plain strawberry shake. No whipped cream, no cherries, no nothing.

‘No, no, no, this is all wrong,’ you thought as you snuck into the kitchen to add the fixings. You sprayed a mountain of whipped cream onto the shake, and topped it with a generous handful of cherries and a dusting of sprinkles.

When you were satisfied with your work, you picked up the drink and flounced back over to the table. Ever the one to provide service with a smile, you gave the boy a cheerful grin as you placed the strawberry milkshake down.

"Ta-da!" you said. To add one last touch, you plucked two straws from your apron pocket and stuck them into the creamy pink drink.

"Woah!" he exclaimed, eyes widening at the sight of the delicious dessert. He could certainly see the hard work you put into your garnishing. "This looks awesome!"

You giggled at his enthusiasm before sliding down into the seat across from him. Never had you actually sat with a customer to share a treat, but you supposed there was a first time for everything. The two of you each leaned forward, wrapping your lips around your own straws before taking a sip.

Sighs of delight came from your lips as you both enjoyed the sweet, berry flavor. That really was the good stuff.

"Damn, that's gotta be the best milkshake I've ever had," the blond boy smiled.

"Oh absolutely," you agreed.

While eyeing him carefully, you toyed around with your straw between your fingers. The top of it was marked with the stain of your lipstick. It was the same color as the cherries you stuck in.

"So…you gonna tell me your name while we're sharing a drink, cutie?"

“Tyler,” he told you, smiling. “My name’s Tyler.”

“Tyler,” you repeated. “I like that.”

He grinned, “And yours?”

You introduced yourself and he smiled, taking your hand in his from across the table and pressing a kiss to the back of it.

“Pleasure to meet you,” he breathed.

Your heart fluttered. “The pleasure’s all mine, Tyler.”

The two of you were a mess of giggling and blushing. If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear he could see the hearts in your eyes for him. As your gaze moved from his eyes to his lips, you noticed a bit of whipped cream at the corner of his mouth.

Instinctively, you pulled a napkin from your jacket, licked it, and leaned forward to wipe the cream off. He froze in shock before allowing you to dab at his cheek. When you’d finished, you realized how close you’d gotten. You could practically feel his breath on your face as your gaze flicked between his eyes and his full, pink lips.

"Heh…sorry about that," you apologized before tucking the napkin away. "I tend to be really touchy-feely. I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable."

Tyler was still coming out of his surprised daze as you found your words. He gave a small shake of his head, blond, fluffy locks moving around as he moved.

"It's all good! I don't mind the sweet stuff," he assured you. His lips seemed to be stuck in a permanent smile during the time you spent with him. Not that you minded, of course.

After all, the more time with him, the better.

"Speaking of sweet stuff," you began. "You gotta try one of these cherries. My boss always gets the sweetest maraschino cherries he can find. Really makes the desserts extra special!"

You plucked one of the numerous cherries from the top of the whipped cream mountain. The stem twirled around in between your fingertips as you held it up for Tyler to pop into his mouth.

His lips molded around the cherry, and he bit into it, pulling it from your grasp. He chewed and swallowed before throwing the stem past his lips. Your eyes widened in surprise at such an odd thing.

“You eat the stem?” you asked with disbelief in your tone.

He shook his head. “No honey, just wanna show you somethin,”

You sighed wistfully at the nickname, watching him intently while his lips moved. A minute or so went by before he pulled a knotted cherry stem from his mouth, beaming as he showed it off to you.

It made you giggle. He was just absolutely adorable. You knew he’d been trying to impress you and you’d be lying if you didn’t admit it had worked. It was making you want to be a little extra playful too.

You leaned forward. “You know what they say about people who can tie cherry stems with their tongues, right?”

He smirked. He knew.

“No, what do they say?”

A sly smile of your own was plastered on your face. The fluttery sensations were getting stronger now. Tyler was quite the charmer and it was doing wonders on you.

"I'll tell you…but only if you let me give you my number first~"

The blond boy was absolutely adoring your flirtatious ways. He snickered softly, shaking his head again. The more his hair moved around, the more you wanted to run your fingers through it. His shiny locks looked so soft to the touch.

"Well if you're gonna twist my arm over it~" he chuckled.

With that, you took the pen that had been tucked behind your ear, ready to write your phone number down on a napkin. To your surprise, Tyler stopped you, offering his hand for you to write on instead. The two of you smiled bashfully as you slipped your fingers over the back of his hand. While you held him gently in place, you scribbled down your number, staining his tanned skin with blue ink.

You really were surprising yourself with how bold you were being. Moments ago he was just another customer you were serving. Now you and Tyler were flirting like a couple of high school sweethearts.

It was a good thing you were loving every minute of it.

Tyler could see the rest of the diner staff clearing tables and wiping them down. He knew his time with you was coming to an end, at least for today. He opened his mouth to tell you he didn’t want to keep you, but paused because, well, he did want to keep you.

“I better let you go,” he muttered instead. He sucked in a breath, gathering his courage. “But uh…maybe I could take you for a milkshake. This weekend maybe? Since you got the last one?” he blushed.

You smiled at him, more than happy to hear such an offer. “I’d love to.”

He let out the breath he was holding. “Really? Great! I’ll take you somewhere real nice too!”

You giggled. “It’s a date.”

“It’s a date,” he repeated, sighing wistfully.

Tyler had a really good feeling about this. About you. Maybe his wish for something romantic in his life was coming true. He couldn’t wait to tell the others about you and the date you had planned. When the time came, he was going to get you the sweetest milkshake possible. Something as sweet as you~

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Dine n' Dash 🥤

Tyler/Female!Reader

Summary: Tyler isn't having much luck with his love life. He's feeling rather blue all on his own, until a cute little waitress with a love for milkshakes walks into his life~

This is the first part of a collab series with @britany1997. We put equal work into this so show some love by liking and reblogging both of our posts! Seriously, she's the sweetest. She deserves the love 😍

Credit to lostboysluvr for the Tyler gif!

Part 2 HERE

What the others did realize was that deep down, Tyler was actually a bit lonely. Not in the case of his social circle, of course. No, Tyler was missing something else in his life. Something more....intimate.

The boys clamored into a bright red booth, their boards littered on the floor next to them. Tyler picked up the menu that had been placed in front of him. He grimaced as he realized a sticky substance that had been coating the menu was now all over his hands. He wiped them off onto his shirt with a sigh. The boys chatted away as he flipped through the menu, looking for something that might catch his eye. His eyes glazed over as he read the descriptions for burger after burger. At that point, he might as well just close his eyes and drop his finger on the menu to pick an order.

“You boys ready to order?”

Tyler settled on a cheeseburger, and fries before glancing up to lock eyes with the waitress. His lips parted, but nothing came out as he stared at you, speechless. It was hard to find words when you were the most beautiful babe he’d ever seen. You shot him a confused look.

“What can I getcha?” you asked.

“He’ll just have a cheeseburger,” Corey ordered, coming to Tyler’s rescue. “You want fries with that Ty?”

Tyler whirled around to face him. “Uh, yeah,” he stuttered out. “Fries sound good.”

“Alright! I’ll go ahead and put this in for you guys!” you smiled, tucking your pen behind your ear when you were done. With a small wave, you turned on your heel to head to the kitchen.

Tyler stared at you while you put in the orders, his mouth still slightly agape. He only returned to reality when he caught sight of Corey’s fingers snapping in his face.

“Hey man, what was that?” Corey asked. “You fall off your board one too many times or something?”

“Just lost my train of thought, dude. It was nothin,” he grumbled defensively.

“Whatever, man,” Corey replied before turning back to his conversation with Radley.

“If you need anything else at all, please don’t be shy~” you said with all the sweetness you could muster up. It made you feel good to see his toned cheeks flush a soft shade of pink.

With a wave of your fingers, you left them to their meals. Little did you know that Tyler was barely acknowledging the food that he was half-starved for mere moments ago. Even with you off taking care of other customers, he watched with curiosity and wonder. So much to the point where the boys were wrapping up their meals before he even had a chance to take a few bites.

“Hey, Ty!” Radley teased Tyler. “You’re takin’ forever to eat! Are you gonna do somethin’ or what?”

Tyler continued to pick at his food as the boys scarfed down the rest of their meals and slid out of the booth, grabbing their boards as they went.

“Sure Ty, whatever you want, man,” Corey said as he rubbed the back of his neck. He slapped Tyler on the back as he flew out the door and sped off to catch up with the gang.

“I brought you some more!”

"Oh nah, they helped cover me. I was just takin' too long," he said, swirling a fry around in the pool of ketchup.

You smiled softly. He really was a cute guy. Having some time alone with him was making your stomach flutter. It made you want to sweeten up his day a bit more.

“Well, what’s your favorite flavor?” he asked, his cheeks flushed pink. You beamed as he stared up at you awaiting your answer.

“Strawberry’s my favorite,” you admitted. “They use real strawberries and vanilla ice cream instead of just the processed pink stuff. It’s my favorite thing on the menu!”

“Then one strawberry milkshake please,” he said, his lips pulled up into a half-smile as he ordered. He paused for a moment before making an addition.

“And two straws.”

Your lips parted slightly in surprise. The blush spread from his cheeks until his entire face was red as a tomato.

“I just mean…well, you’ve been working so hard… I couldn’t finish it by myself…if- if you’d like, you could share it with me,” he sputtered.

You smiled at him. “That would be lovely.”

He grinned from ear to ear. “Radical!”

After awhile you heard the chef call ‘order up.’ When you went to take the drink, your nose crinkled in disgust. Sitting on the counter was a plain strawberry shake. No whipped cream, no cherries, no nothing.

"Ta-da!" you said. To add one last touch, you plucked two straws from your apron pocket and stuck them into the creamy pink drink.

"Woah!" he exclaimed, eyes widening at the sight of the delicious dessert. He could certainly see the hard work you put into your garnishing. "This looks awesome!"

Sighs of delight came from your lips as you both enjoyed the sweet, berry flavor. That really was the good stuff.

"Damn, that's gotta be the best milkshake I've ever had," the blond boy smiled.

"Oh absolutely," you agreed.

While eyeing him carefully, you toyed around with your straw between your fingers. The top of it was marked with the stain of your lipstick. It was the same color as the cherries you stuck in.

"So…you gonna tell me your name while we're sharing a drink, cutie?"

“Tyler,” he told you smiling. “My name’s Tyler.”

“Tyler,” you repeated. “I like that.”

He grinned, “And yours?”

You introduced yourself and he smiled, taking your hand in his from across the table. He responded by placing a kiss on the back of it.

“Pleasure to meet you,” he breathed.

Your heart fluttered. “The pleasure’s all mine, Tyler.”

"Heh…sorry about that," you apologized before tucking the napkin away. "I tend to be really touchy-feely. I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable."

Tyler was still coming out of his surprised daze as you found your words. He gave a small shake of his head, blond, fluffy locks moving around as he moved.

"It's all good! I don't mind the sweet stuff," he assured you. His lips seemed to be stuck in a permanent smile during the time you spent with him. Not that you minded, of course.

After all, the more time with him, the better.

"Speaking of sweet stuff," you began. "You gotta try one of these cherries. My boss always gets the sweetest maraschino cherries he can find. Really makes the desserts extra special!"

You plucked one of the numerous cherries from the top of the whipped cream mountain. The stem twirled around in between your fingertips as you held it up for Tyler to pop into his mouth.

His lips molded around the cherry, and he bit into it, pulling it from your grasp. He chewed and swallowed before throwing the stem past his lips. Your eyes widened in surprise at such an odd thing.

“You eat the stem?” you asked with disbelief in your tone.

He shook his head. “No honey, just wanna show you somethin,”

You sighed wistfully at the nickname, watching him intently while his lips moved. A minute or so went by before he pulled a knotted cherry stem from his mouth, beaming as he showed it off to you.

You leaned forward. “You know what they say about people who can tie cherry stems with their tongues, right?”

He smirked. He knew.

“No, what do they say?”

A sly smile of your own was plastered on your face. The fluttery sensations were getting stronger now. Tyler was quite the charmer and it was doing wonders on you.

"I'll tell you…but only if you let me give you my number first~"

"Well if you're gonna twist my arm over it~" he chuckled.

You really were surprising yourself with how bold you were being. Moments ago he was just another customer you were serving. Now you and Tyler were flirting like a couple of high school sweethearts.

It was a good thing you were loving every minute of it.

You smiled at him, more than happy to hear such an offer. “I’d love to.”

He let out the breath he was holding. “Really? Great! I’ll take you somewhere real nice too!”

You giggled. “It’s a date.”

“It’s a date,” he repeated, sighing wistfully.

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Several Sentences Sunday

Fanonwriter2023 on AO3

Where CANON and FANON collide!

This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!

Season 7 FANON Speculation: Buddie Multi-Chapter Fanfic - Hiatus Reading: “I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

Chapter 20 was made available on AO3 yesterday.

Chapter 21 will be posted soon.

Currently 20 chapters completed: 757.3K Words; Rated: Mature

One chapter will be posted at a time.

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I'm excited to finish writing Chapter 21 because there are only 7 days left until Buck and Eddie get married.

For anyone who hasn't read Chapter 20, here's a brief overview: Eddie completed his Paramedic Certification Course and he started planning a surprise for their wedding evening, night and the morning after. Buck asked his bio dad if they could meet in-person while they're in London. Eddie and Buck had an important early morning conversation about the way they'll make decisions for their family. They went to the Italian Consulate in Los Angeles with their two witnesses and now they have all the legalized documents they'll need to get married in Rome. Also, they tied up a lot of loose ends by verifying their 'To Do' Lists along with reviewing all of their documents.

Buck and Eddie will tie the knot before Christmas 2023 but they are NOT getting married in the U.S. and they won't have a wedding ceremony until May 2024. They've revealed their relationship, their engagement and the fact that they're going to Europe to their found family during the 118's Thanksgiving dinner (Chapter 17), to Eddie's parents, his sisters, his abuela and Tia Pepa (Chapter 18) and Buck told the Buckley parents he's getting married and that he has a son (Chapter 19). Only three people know they're getting married in 7 days and they are Chris, Carla and Malone. They told Carla and Malone (Chapter 19) because they asked them to be their witnesses at the Italian Consulate and they told Chris (Chapter 20) that evening after they got the "Atto Notorio" (Declaration) signed but no one else knows.

Now that Buck and Eddie have their signed Declaration and everything else is in place, will they be able to leave Los Angeles Friday afternoon headed to Rome, Italy without anyone else finding out they're getting married in Chapter 21?

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Here's a snippet from Chapter 21 of Protective Eddie taking care of his fiancé Buck.

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Buck’s staring straight ahead, he’s holding his breath and he hasn’t inhaled or exhaled in more than 20 seconds. In his mind, he knows he’s supposed to be breathing automatically but he can’t and he’s not sure how to make his mind and body do what they’re supposed to do without him thinking about it.

Since Eddie hasn’t taken his eyes off him, he can tell he might be entering a state of shock. He knows how long he’s been staring off into the distance along with the number of seconds that have passed since he stopped breathing because he’s been counting. Once he reached 12 seconds, he started to worry because he knows if Buck doesn’t start breathing soon, he’ll decrease oxygen to his brain which could lead to him fainting or having a seizure. It usually takes a minute or two for someone not breathing to faint but he’s not going to let that happen.

They’re still holding hands and he’s still counting but when he reaches 20 seconds, he releases Buck’s hand, moves off the couch, gets on his knees right in front of him so he’s in his direct line of sight. He lifts his hands, cups both of Buck’s cheeks and searches his eyes to see if he can get him to look at him.

He doesn’t want to startle him, so he gently rubs his thumbs across both of his cheeks and says, "My love, I need you to breathe!"

Within a millisecond, Buck’s eyes meet his but he still hasn’t inhaled or exhaled yet, so Eddie gently asks, "Babe, I need you to inhale and exhale with me. Can you do that?"

What happened to cause Buck to enter a slight state of shock and stop breathing? 👀

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This is an EPIC LOVE STORY!

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Chapter Summaries

Chapter 1 - Eddie makes a new friend while Buck receives devastating news regarding the sperm donation he made for Connor and Kameron.

Chapter 21 - Will be posted soon.

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Read chapters 1-20 are available on AO3.

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Chapter 21 will be posted soon.

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