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highwaytothedangerzone502 · 1 year

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Ghost Story - Chapter 52

Pairing: Rooster x Female OC

Word Count: 2351

Warnings: None

Summary: No one will miss a ghost. It'd been a running joke for as long as anyone could remember, something Ghost herself started, and she always said it with a smile on her face or with mirth in her voice. The untouchable stealth pilot in every sense of the word, no one could've predicted the depth of her turmoil over recent events, nor the extremes she would go to in order to protect the man she loved, not even those closest to her. Now, all that was left of the young aviator for Maverick, Hangman, and Rooster were the memories of the past, which would slowly fade with time. She'd come into their lives and made an unforgettable impression, and then, like a ghost, she was gone... Then again, ghosts can't die a second time.

Notes: None

Chapter Songs: My Little Girl Daddy's Little Girl

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Ghost

"Do it," Hangman said, leaning forward on the table. "Like a bandaid. Just rip it off."

"Do it, although maybe not as violently as a bandaid," Rooster countered, giving his wingman a skeptical sideways glance, "test the waters, like unwrapping a taped ankle or something."

"You know you need to do it when Bradshaw and I agree on something."

"Don't use logic against me," Ghost snapped lightly, massaging the sides of her temple. It was only ten in the morning, and she'd woken up barely an hour ago, but she was still exhausted, still unable to sleep well due to the concussion. "Mav's not even home right now; he's at the warehouse. And what do I even do? Waltz on in there and say: hey, Maverick. I think my mom lied to me my whole life about who my dad was, and I think it's actually you instead of Nathan Winchester. I came to this conclusion with super circumstantial evidence that makes sense to me and a couple of others, but there's still no physical proof."

"Yeah, that sounds good to me."

"You may be the best of the best in the Navy, but not when it comes to this."

"I beg to differ, but I won't argue since your concussion is clouding your judgment."

Ghost opened her mouth to make a sarcastic retort when the doorbell rang. "Saved by the bell," she muttered, getting up to answer it. Opening the door revealed Penny with a dish in hand. "Hey! Come in, come in."

Ghost moved aside, allowing Penny entry. With a bright smile, she strode in and said, "Thought I'd bring you a mac n' cheese casserole for dinner tonight."

"Thank you!" Ghost replied, mouth watering when she got a whiff of the still-warm dish as Penny walked by her.

"What are you kids up to?"

Hangman grinned and, in a joking tone, replied, "Wondering if Mav might be Ghost's dad since they're so much alike."

A flicker of emotion flashed across Penny's face, so brief that it would've been easily missed by most who stood or sat far away, like the boys, but Ghost didn't. She saw it.

"I can see it," Penny remarked, recovering swiftly. "What made you come up with that idea?"

"I caught my mom in some lies," Ghost admitted, sighing dejectedly. "They alter the timeline of when she knew Maverick, and, well, if they're true, it would mean she didn't meet my dad until she was already pregnant with me, and Mav was the only guy she dated before him, so that would mean-"

"Pete is your dad," Penny finished, setting the dish down on the counter. "I'm guessing you haven't talked to him about this?"

"No. I was trying to figure that out with these two, one of whom was no help-"

"Bradshaw's usually useless," Hangman said. Rooster whacked him violently on the shin with one of his crutches. "Ow!"

"Children, behave," Ghost chastised, pointing a firm finger at both of them. She turned back to Penny. "I don't know how I'd bring it up. I want to, but to do it tactfully without scaring him-"

"Pete wouldn't be scared. If you want my opinion, he would be thrilled to have you as a daughter, but he won't know until you tell him. Maybe he could help you figure out for sure if you are."

Ghost fiddled with her dog tags. "You really think so?"

"I do. And I'm always right. He's at his warehouse, but maybe don't tell him you're coming. He may start panicking over what it could be about, and he's worrying enough about you and Rooster as it is."

Hangman opened his mouth to speak, but Rooster cut in and warned, "If you're about to make another smart-ass comment-"

"I wasn't! I wouldn't. I was going to offer you a ride," Hangman protested, pursing his lips before adding, "and be the helpful one in this situation."

Hangman moved out of range before Rooster could whack him again. Ghost sighed yet again, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Boys, please, behave, or I'll drive myself."

"You can't drive with your concussion."

"If I can escape enemy territory with a punctured lung and concussion, I'll take my risk driving on the open road so I don't have to deal with you two. Now, when do we want to go?"

"We'll do it now before you chicken out," Hangman said, grabbing his keys from the counter. "Come on."

Rooster stood, saying, "Ghost, as much as I love your apartment, I'm also very tired of sitting around and doing nothing. I'm coming with you two."

"That means I'll have to leave you in the car with Hangman while I'm talking to Mav," Ghost pointed out, wagging her finger at the two men. "I don't trust you two not to kill each other."

"I'll behave," Rooster promised. Hangman echoed the sentiment, and against her better judgment, Ghost relented. She grabbed a thermal grocery bag and stuffed the casserole in it, figuring they'd be at the warehouse for a while and would need food. After Penny left, the trio climbed into Hangman's truck. Rooster took the back to stretch out his injured leg. Ghost settled into the passenger seat and closed her eyes, trying to block out the bright sun since wearing sunglasses hurt her head after only a few minutes. Rooster and Hangman had a surprisingly civil conversation with only a few humorous jabs at each other, but Ghost stayed quiet, and they let her, recognizing she needed to be alone with her thoughts.

She was really doing this. She was really going to confront Maverick about her parentage. Ghost would finally have an answer to the question lingering over her like a dark cloud since the crash. Would Penny be right? Would Maverick be thrilled to have her as a daughter if she was, in fact, his? Or had Penny said that to simply be supportive? Oh, God, should she be doing this?

Ghost's mind ran a mile a minute, including the epiphany: It's too late to turn around now. I have to do this. Don't panic. It'll be fine... if I can survive a mid-air crash, commandeer an enemy plane, eject twice in the same day, and die and come back, then I can do this. God help me. Mom, if you're listening, I'll need your help too...

"We're here," Hangman announced. Ghost groggily opened her eyes. "Ah, Sleeping Beauty is finally awake!"

"How long was I out?" Ghost mumbled, wincing at the sunlight.

Hangman adjusted her sun visor to block the light from her reaching her eyes. "Most of the trip. You ready?"

"No. Not at all, but we're here, so just be on standby in case I need to get out of here if he doesn't take it well."

"You've got this," Rooster assured, reaching from behind the seat and gently squeezing her good shoulder. "We'll be here when and if you need us."

"All right. I'll come get you when I'm done. Try not to kill each other while I'm away." Ghost got out of the car before she could convince herself otherwise. Hands shoved into her jacket pockets, she slowly walked to the hangar entrance and stepped inside. She could hear the slight clanking of metal from the other side of the P-51, giving away her target's location.

Deep breath, Ghost. Deep breath. I've got this. "Mav?"

The clanking stopped, and Maverick's head poked around the side of the plane, genuine bewilderment on his face. "Ghost!"

"Surprise?" she said sheepishly. "Sorry to barge in on you like this. I hope-"

He rushed over to her, looking up and down with concern. "Are you okay? Is Rooster okay? Wait, how did you get here? Did you drive?"

"We're fine, we're both fine," Ghost said reassuringly, "and Hangman drove me. Rooster's in the truck with him right now."

A smile tugged on the corners of his lips. "You sure they're not going to kill each other?"

"Not really."

"Is-is there a reason you've relegated them to the truck?"

"I, uh, I needed to talk to you. In private. Hangman was just my ride, and Rooster joined because he was going stir-crazy. I guess they're kind of my moral support too. I'm rambling. Um-" Ghost backed away from Maverick and started pacing back and forth, letting the words out in a chaotic jumble- "I don't know where to begin with this, so I'm just going to go for it. When Rooster and I were stranded in enemy territory, we started talking, and I don't even remember how we got to that point in the conversation, but we did, and it was about my mom, and I learned that she lied to me my whole life about when she knew you. It wouldn't have been a big deal had it been a year after she said she met you, but it was the year before, which means Mom met my dad when she was already pregnant with me, and the only other guy she ever mentioned before Dad was you and-"

Ghost stopped and faced Maverick. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. She felt on the verge of hyperventilating from nerves, and her body shook from anxiety, but she'd come this far. She had to finish. Taking a deep breath, Ghost said, "This is going to sound crazy, and who knows, maybe I am, and I read into too much circumstantial evidence, but I think- I think you might be my-"

"Dad?" Maverick finished softly, strangely unfazed by the news Ghost to be earth-shattering. Unless...

"Yeah... do- do you know about this already?"

Maverick nodded. "I wanted to tell you-"

"How long have you known?" Ghost interrupted, trepidation settling in her bones. If he'd known for a short time, that was one thing. But what if he'd known for a long time? What if he'd known since she was born? If that was the case, why hadn't he said anything? The only feasible answer Ghost could produce was that Maverick didn't want her knowing, most likely because he didn't want a kid outside of Bradley. The idea made Ghost's heart drop.

"I only learned right before the mission," Maverick admitted, fiddling with the wrench. "I debated telling you beforehand but didn't want to risk distracting you from the mission with the news. You grew up with Nathan Winchester as your dad, and while me being your biological dad doesn't change that, it's still not necessarily an easy pill to swallow. I also wasn't sure you'd want me to-" Maverick dropped his gaze to the wrench in his hands- "I wasn't sure you'd want me to be your dad now."

Ghost smiled sympathetically at him. "I didn't say anything sooner because I wasn't sure you wanted me to be your daughter..."

"Had I known Charlie was pregnant with you, I would've- I would've been there for you," Maverick said, his voice cracking. "I wish I had been."

"I know you would've," Ghost replied, taking a hesitant step forward. As much as she would've liked for Maverick to have been there for her since she was born, a realization dawned on her, and it might be the only thing that could wipe away Mav's guilt over the situation. "But if you had been, it would've taken you away from Bradley, and I don't want this to come across as- as insensitive, but he needed you more than I did. I had Mom and Dad; Bradley needed you and Carole. And hey, we both turned out all right in the end, I think."

"You turned out better than 'all right.' I am lucky to have such an amazing daughter as you. I may not have been there for you growing up, but I want to be there for you now and in the future if you'll let me."

Tears welled in Ghost's eyes. Nodding vigorously, she rushed forward and threw her arms around Maverick's neck. She'd felt so alone ever since Charlie died despite knowing she had so many people surrounding her, but with Maverick's confirmation that he was, in fact, her dad and that he wanted to be her dad, that loneliness evaporated in an instant. Ghost had lost what she thought was her entire family: her mom, her sister, and her dad. Now, for once, Ghost felt she had finally gained something. She'd found a new dad and couldn't be happier.

Maverick didn't let her go until Ghost pulled away. She noticed his cheeks had tears rolling down them. He wiped them off and said, "You have no idea how stressed I've been trying to figure out how to tell you this or if I should tell you at all. It's why I came out here- to think it all over and come up with an action plan."

"Penny suggested you'd take it well, and Hangman essentially made me do it now before I chickened out," Ghost confessed sheepishly. She thought back to her earlier conversation with Penny and realized something. "She knew, didn't she? "

"Yeah, Penny knew. She's the one who suggested I come out here. I felt bad leaving her after just asking her to marry me, but she insisted."

"Well, now, when we return, we can celebrate with everyone, and your mind won't be preoccupied with your 'dad' status."

"She said something similar."

"Great minds think alike. On a different note-" Ghost peered over her shoulder at Hangman's truck- "are you okay if I go get them? I'm kind of worried that Rooster might've shoved his crutch down Hangman's throat. They've been at it all morning."

"I guess it's better than shoving it up the other end," Maverick joked, causing both of them to grin. "But yeah, go get them. I don't want my son getting arrested for aggravated assault."

"Agreed. I'll be right back!" Ghost turned on her heel to fetch the boys, but Maverick called out for her. "Yeah, Mav?"

"I love you, Kid," he said sincerely.

Warmth spread through her veins. "I love you, too, Dad."

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luck-and-larceny · 1 year

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Meeeeee

This was a nice thing to be tagged in! I have not been feeling great the past few days and my brain is juuust starting to work again. Answer questions about myself? Way easier than answering character questions right now! Thank you for the tag @thefreelanceangel! 1. Are you named after anyone?

Yes and no and kinda? Good answer? Ok. I'll move on then. Just kidding. Time to ramble more! My first name is Rhiannon (Ree-ann-in). I'm named after the Fleetwood Mac song if that means anything to anyone. But my mom liked it so much not -just- because she was a musicophile (she is definitely that) but also because she liked the Welsh mythology. My middle name, which I won't put here so that I can maintain my ever so slight air of mystery, was in honor of my aunt on my mom's side and my uncle on my dad's side who both have variations of the name.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Uh. I cry all the time so asking me to remember specifically when isn't fair. I teared up last night after watching the episode of The Toys That Made Us on the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. ^^;

3. Do you have kids?

Like @thefreelanceangel, I've got pets! No kids for a multitude of reasons. That can be someone else's journey to go on.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Nah. Never.

5. What sports do you play/have you played?

I used to really enjoy playing soccer, pickle ball, and tennis. I'm far too out of shape to be good at any of those anymore. Now my favorite sport to play is "I walked up and down the stairs to do laundry so, you know, I'm killing it."

6. What is the first thing you notice about other people?

I don't know! I think I take in the whole -motions with hands to indicate the whole everything- first. Not in a nitpicky, judgmental, dumb way (god, then you could do that back to ME and I really would prefer you don't). Just the first thing I notice is the person? And the vibe? Like an immediate: Do I feel comfortable? Am I nervous? Do they seem nervous? Do they seem nice? Oh god, do I seem nice? If I talk to them, how likely are they to want to punt me across the room? Heh. Is that a good opening line that would make us both feel less nervous? "Hi! Nice to meet you. You're not likely to punt me across the room are you?" I may have just given away that I am a very introverted, anxious, and peculiar person above. That's Ok. Please don't punt me.

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Why not both? Depends on my mood! Well. And I suppose the exact kind of scary or happy movie, too.

8. Any special talents?

Ummmmmm... I don't think I'm terrible at writing or singing. I could be a lot better at both, of course, but I could be a lot worse too! Are those boring? I'll try to think of a more interesting answer. I can sing every song backwards, flawlessly, and completely without error. That sounds like a special talent, right? I mean, it possibly (definitely) isn't true, but maybe it's more interesting to imagine.

9. Where were you born?

This reads like a "Just curious, what's the answer to one of the security questions you're likely to get asked frequently?" I was born in the backseat Of a Mustang On a cold night In the hard rain And the very first song that the radio sang Was "I won't be home no more." -Old 97s

10. Do you have any hobbies?

Changing the words to songs to put my cats' names in them, making up entirely new songs to sing at my cats, singing entirely made up songs about whatever task I am currently doing ("Singing while I type about my-se-e-e-e-elf. Singing cuz this quiz ain't about no one e-e-e-else.") ((<-- I didn't say the songs were any -good-) I write. I play video games. I watch a whooole lot of YouTube. I play tabletop RPGs. I daydream constantly about a vast array of other hobbies I want to take up but haven't yet.

11. Do you have any pets?

I do! One big ole fluffy black cat. One lil'r, sleek black cat. One old man leopard gecko. And maybe all the crickets that he hasn't eaten.

12. How tall are you?

5′ 2. The doctor has tried to tell me I'm actually 5' 1 and a half. But the doctor is obviously wrong. You really just can't trust doctors.

13. Favorite Subject in School:

Grade school and high school? Art and English. College: Cultural Anthropology and Linguistics. Though, to be honest, I only really got into Cultural Anthropology in the first place because the professor was really attractive. >.> I later learned to genuinely like the subject though! Despite my social anxiety, I -really- love learning about people and culture and I'm crazy about language.

14. Dream job?

Something that allows me to be myself and celebrates it! So anything that allows me the creative space to write/sing/act/engage with others in my full exuberance would be amazing. I'd really like to own a cat cafe. Or maybe a bookstore with a kitty. I'd just really like jobs that would allow me space to either feel wildly creative or wildly at peace.

15. Eye Color?

Brown. Brownish-green. Hazel, I guess! Or whatever color the oil sheen on my constantly icky glasses makes my eyes. -_- I swear, I can't get these things clean.

TAGGING: @herowren, @faustinebellamy, @argentrenard, @the-wanted-man, @lettersnorth, @unabashedrebel, @damienward-ffxiv, @irascibleblackguard and everyone!

#OOC #:D #Meeee

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biribaa · 2 years

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Any headcanon or story For 8-bit maybe ?

8-bit x reader headcanons!

8-bit aka the most traumatized brawler bcuz of starr park. Anyway im using he/it for 8-bit here

First things first, 8-bit is technically mute, the only thing that can come close to words that 8-bit can emit would be the voicelines that are installed in it. So he would like you to be patient, and maybe learn sign language for him? Maybe?? For your boyfriend?

Protective and kind of jealous but not in a toxic way, actually kind of cute. Every time you're talking to someone he holds your hand tightly with the funniest(and cute) grumpy face.

Such a softie, it tries to please you as much as possible, of course, it has its own limits, but still 8-bit tries. For exemple, 8-bit barely gets anything other than grilled bread or anything that can be heated in the microwave, but if you ask for some food the most he'll do to you is a mac 'n' cheese with beacon.

8-bit loves hanging out with you! Arcade, beach or just playing a game at home, quality time along with protection and loyalty are his greatest ways of expressing love to you.

You're probably one of, if not the only person 8-bit actually allows to use his games, he's quite hesitant at first, but over time after he sees how happy it makes you, he got used to it.

It's that type of boyfriend who loves sending you shitpost, y'know like, you wake up and you see 8-bit send you some random shitpost at 4 am

8-bit isn't "the one who flirts" or "the one who gets the flirts" if you know what I mean, he just doesn't care much for this unnecessary rule. But... If you prefer to be "the one who flirts", 8-bit can't do anything about it other than be flurstered, it was used to not receiving romantic affection, mainly due to the traumas of Starr Park, so 8-bit reaction will be exaggeratedly shy.

"Hey there pretty boy..."

"[Hi Y/N—]" It's hands just starts shaking while it's blushing.

8-bit is not a big user of romantic nicknames, he never imagines himself using a nickname with you actually, so it's up to you.

HE'S SO SMALL... And there will be times when this is an advantage, and there will be times where he gets straight up the face of judgment. The advantage would be you carrying it, it loves being carried, it feels like it's flying and it loves holding you in those moments, and the other times... It's just when you make fun of his height.

Game nerd and bad movie nerd, so you'll put up with 8-bit being an action figure and card collector.

Very protective, he doesn't hesitate to point his gun in the face of anyone threatening you, quickly pulling you behind him. 8-bit is mildly vindictive too, if it hears you got hurt in any way because of someone, it'll clearly remember that person and not trust that person very well, maybe even threaten they(?)

conclusion, 8-bit very protective and loyal boyfriend, would protect you at any cost, plus love cuddling.

#brawl stats x reader #brawl stars 8-bit #brawl stars #canon x reader #x reader #reader insert #robot x reader #robot x human #soft headcanons #x reader headcanons #fluff headcanons #headcanons #gender neutral reader

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wordpimp · 10 months

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We live in a world of calm and speculation.

Rainstorm gesthemane, hialeah watertown.

Be good to me daddy, he says.

I will baby, she says.

They argued a little earlier abt what to call things. They stepped into a mud hole, she carried him across a mud puddle. A turtle floated them across its back. It was flat. Lounge lizards in tucson, in tulsa, in poughkeepsie.

It was hot in july in the trailer. White broadside yellow cream trim, it was pretty in a way. Petticoat, baby wore mary janes to match, white socks farmer tan. Yellow wig. Ginger blossom. He had a few tattoos, but really only liked one of them. It was a bird, a kanji, the owl.

梟

Baby went to japan once, mt fuji, and asked for sake like a tourist. For a long time they thought abt him, there, in the wind.

Around evening, baby would want ice cream from the ice cream truck. Parlor junction. Mi casa es su casa, the driver used to say. But baby misinterpreted the one time he went down there: mikasa.

It was a brand of dinnerware but they already had some. Casa with a K. They did that a lot. Sign of puberty. The world was young, then. Flags were rectangular, money was printed on clothes. Put a dollar in me, the walls whined at night. Labor of love.

Signs in the chimney. When they were able to, they would have a fire again. Saturday maybe. The days were gone, mixed up since daddy had begun to work again. Out in the yard, in the cinder, baby could hear the pitchfork shovel of machinery. He smiled at his typewriter. It was fitting.

A bug flew in from somewhere, green-yellow, yellow-green, there must have been a window left open. It looked like a crayon. Stick of wax, eyes, cardboardy paper, birch bark. O the skin of my love.

Baby lit a cigarette on the stove, waiting to flick the ash, started boiling some water for mac n cheese. Mac in cheese. Macaroni and cheese. It was italian. Starving, he noticed. Ice cream for dessert, maybe tonight.

He wondered abt daddy, what she would do when she came in, what would she say, what new saying, what did she see out there. Or maybe a souvenir today, taking her time to dig up the bottles and ingots she got paid to hand over. Sometimes she would bring one of those back. A small gem, it might go into a scepter or a walnut, it might make a tree in the country, a beautiful place from a story.

Tire swing. That sounded too beautiful to baby. He hardly noticed the light swelling on his arm, where the crayon had landed, and the kettle boiling, or the white hot flowers. Bloom of midday he needed a nap.

Baby had the most extended childhood of anyone. He was born in a manger, he died on the cross. He was wet he was hard. He couldn't cum, then he couldn't stop.

That he wasn't a cult leader, that he wasn't a shepherd, with a flock to watch over or admonish, that he didn't abandon them all to go sit in judgment of everyone he ever met or heard of, that was a minor miracle. It made sense if you heard of easter, running out in bare feet with diapers, eating all that candy. Chocolate bunny marshmallow bird, give me the stomach to jesus. Baby jesus, jesu of man's desiring. If you ate all that candy, you would never want that responsibility.

Instead baby was a loud quiet person. Chaotic quiet, perturbed by everything. Lately he had been frustrated by the wallpaper, by the color of time, orange like the sun blue like the water green like the pears or unripe apples. Ripe pears unripe apples. Confusing. Some of the wallpaper was peeling but it was almost peaceful that way. Maybe it wouldn't burn all at once, if that was its destiny. It was a taste of freedom, for baby. Like coming out of a cupboard, a box cutter to skin. Letting the hunger abate.

Baby liked to sleep in a small bed. I think it's closest to the true meaning of his character.

Daddy shut and locked the front door behind her when she went to work outside. The back door stayed locked. It wasn't to keep baby in, it was to keep the lunatics out. She was going to ride her tractor for a little bit, and dig a little bit. Who knows. Metals in the earth. She had heard that there was a meteorite under the sand. It had brought up ghosts. It was actually what people had come to see. Why they lived there.

Daddy never saw the ghosts anymore, but jehovahs and mormons, scientologists, they would sometimes come by and that was bad for baby. He would talk to anyone, he just couldn't help it.

Daddy was more circumspect. She talked to strangers and people that she knew casually but said very little. Hi dolores hi bill, hi stephen. Their house was at the end of the street. A few neighbors, the creek. Mulberry tree, sideyard with a big hole from digging. They had been thoughtful and made the quarry wide enough to corkscrew down a few more turns. She hoped they wouldn't have to move for another year or two, it was a nice setup.

Daddy's schedule to get the ice cream was posted on the fridge. Left side mwf, right side, the rest of the week. Daddy made it, really worked hard on it. Pews in a church. Wings pearl grey. Everything was pearly. Cum colored or pink. Raw and toothy. It was the inside of a mouth. Of a cunt. Daddy shaved her leg. This is the one, lick it.

Tonight, daddy would go get ice cream for them, or eat the cake while the truck went down there for her. It stopped at the hill, not a long walk. Laundromat, axila, underarms. Excitement. Daddy liked to walk. It's the ether, she said. She never went to mt fuji either.

Daddy thought abt buying a general motors car, an olds cutlass supreme, gliding smoothly over rough asphalt. It's what you think abt while you shave, while you fuck. Nice, smooth. Blue midnight metallic half vinyl top. That's the kind of car they would drive.

They rode sidesaddle. Half beard in the mirror, there are pirates who invented transgenderism. Walk the plank. Is that also the abyss? Or a kind of it, a version. For reasons they only knew, this was never consummated.

Where do we live daddy. Is it a trailer? Is it a house. Is it a cabin?

It's a mansion. Big enough for you little bird.

It really was big enough, no matter what they called it.

Daddy stopped in the mirror. She was a bit run down from the summer. The gel of her eyes was blue or brown or aqua, ça dépendait, when the sun hit. She didn't wear pants or shoes. Inside, she didn't wear much of anything. Baggy shirt. Why hide all this, she thought, and so she didn't hide it.

Pudor is for the dirt, the shirt said, in yellowing cotton.

Daddy liked to sleep under covers. The bed was warmer for her. Nude and warm and redolent. Patchwork lace embroidered, panels in a tapestry. She felt like penelope.

One time daddy saw a diagram of a medieval church, all the parts like a body on a map, a table of divine making. But not anymore, they were done with operations. Trepan my brain, amputate my ear, excise, cut me, dig. It was already there. It was science.

Ash on a mantle. Face in a polaroid. There is one of daddy and baby pinned to the closet.

Baby said they lived on a cliff. It was curious to listen to him talk. He talked in his sleep too. Cliff, diving board. Daddy liked to hear him talk, she knew he could see something and sometimes she could see it too. Rolling down the street in a dream, jumping off a building. Play in that water. She felt good in the mornings when she could talk to him about what he dreamt, what he was seeing. It got her excited.

Meanwhile baby slept and talked in his sleep. Jackdaw emu...

She could tell he was dreaming abt birds again.

Daddy.

Yes baby.

Remember that movie abt the birds? You know the weird one I told you abt? I dreamt abt that again last night. But now there's a garden. And children. Well, two. I think they're us. I think they're us before, and maybe again. And it's very sad and very strange but also very healing. It's like when you come back from your work and tell me abt the outside. It's like when you tell me what to do.

Like I know you can't stay. I know this is all ending. It's the end already, but I can't help it. It's all I dream abt now.

Baby it's never enough but it always has to be enough. Why don't you come sit with me. Let me hold you.

I want to come back here. I want to grow up and get big and strong and ready. I want to lift you on my shoulders and fly with you, and throw you in the water. You'll see, then I'll dive with you. We'll swim. Will you wait for me, until I can do it. Will you watch me?

She could never say no to him, not like that.

When baby was finished talking he put the blanket on daddy and started a fire in the fireplace.

The flames did a slow dance, like salome. He saw a headless snake, ankles and rigging, the stubborn wind. It was the edge of the world. He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep but he dreamt of the morning when they'd both be naked and wet.

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Prompt: Finn asks Rachel to come with him to help him pick up some large amount of food that he was planning to eat by himself as a challenge.

So this isn’t quite what you asked for but I hope it works! For @the-so-called-finchel

The Way To A Man’s Heart… Is Through His Stomach

He was her first ever boyfriend but Finn made everything so exciting that she forgot about her awkwardness or shyness when they were hanging out alone together. However, one thing that did bother her was that she had no idea what the tall man actually did for a job. She guessed he was kind of famous like she herself was on Broadway because everywhere they went, people would spot Finn, wave at him or ask to take a selfie with the big man, even more than they did for her. Whenever she started to bring up the topic of work, Finn would be all ears about her singing and performing but would never say much about himself.

Rachel started to assume the worst… suppose he was doing something illegal? Suppose he had a secret life and did all these terrible things? Would she get charged for it too? Her dads would be so disappointed if they found out she was a gangster’s girlfriend. She’d end up on the evening news and maybe even in jail… she wasn’t cut out for prison. She couldn’t imagine the big, jolly puppy of a guy who seemed about as innocent as a marshmallow being some kind of criminal. It wasn’t adding up but she didn’t want to assume the worst.

They had started dating just about a month ago and suddenly he called her at work with a request.

“Hi Rach. Could you um… pick up my fast food order on the way home?”

Finn didn’t have a car in the city as yet as he had just moved there recently and although Rachel was by her own admission, a terrible driver, she did most of the driving for the couple. They had dinner together many times so she didn’t see anything out of the ordinary about his request at first.

“Sure. So you want to come by?” Rachel wrinkled her nose, thinking of something. She didn’t want to be rude but fast food wasn’t exactly something she enjoyed and she didn’t want to start liking it now when she was trying so hard to keep on her strict diet. “Are you sure you wouldn’t prefer it if I ordered something a little more… healthy? Or I can cook for us… I’ll cook steaks for you or anything.”

“Um… could you come by my place instead?” Finn replied quickly and Rachel furrowed her brow, wondering why he sounded so sheepish. “Sorry, it’s sweet of you to offer to cook but I just really need it to be fast food today. I just really need burgers and fries.”

“Okay.” She drew out the word. She knew her boyfriend had a major sweet tooth and he did like junk food too but he had never been so insistent about what they ate before or whose place they went to. Usually the man was completely easygoing and anything that was edible was good enough to him. He was acting like a pregnant woman with cravings.

Rachel hadn’t been to a fast food place for ten years and looked around in wonder at all of the strange sights.

“This can’t be right,” Rachel read off the order and looked at the mountains of food that were being handed to her in paper bags when she got to the restaurant. “Ten Big Macs, three large fries, five sets of ten piece chicken nuggets, three large chocolate shakes…are you sure he ordered this?”

The worker stared at her sardonically with narrowed eyes, clearly not in the mood to argue with the high-strung woman. She sighed, thanking them and moved off. Everyone stared at her as she must have made a comical sight, barely able to lift everything back to her car. It was embarrassing having all their judgmental stares aimed at her as though they thought she was going to eat all of that food herself. Rachel never ate anything like this.

Finn had the complete opposite reaction to her. He got super excited when he saw all of the food and practically ran to get everything set up on the table. Rachel just shook her head with a smile as she had never seen anyone get this excited about food before but it was cute that he was so passionate about it.

Finn was back to being really secretive again as she tried to start a conversation, though he couldn’t resist shoving two fries in his mouth. Rachel couldn’t take it anymore. She usually liked how simple and grounded her boyfriend was. He liked her boobs, food, video games, and fishing in that order. Usually it was Finn reacting to her eccentricities but now she was completely at a loss about how he was acting.

“Finn, did I miss something? Are we having a party tonight?” Rachel questioned, raising an eyebrow when she placed the rest of the paper bags on the table of Finn’s apartment. “Is this an accident like the time you ordered thirty cheeseburgers on UberEats?”

Finn got that confused but nervous, awkward look on his face with one eyebrow raised like he was a toddler with crumbs all over his mouth after he got caught eating the entire birthday cake.

“Sorry Rach. I can explain… “

“Finn, what’s going on?” Her voice rose in pitch as she got more anxious, “You never tell me what’s going on these days… I don’t know what you do when I’m at work because you never talk about your job even though I’ve told you everything about mine, you keep disappearing for long hours…are you taking some new medication? Is it another woman?”

“What?!” He shook his head rapidly and then laughed as if she had told him the most preposterous thing. “No, no. That's silly. I would never.”

“Then what is it?” She asked. “You are acting bizarre. You don’t need to tell me everything but at least tell me you’re not doing something… illegal.”

“Rachel I promise, it’s nothing you need to worry about. It’s really not a big deal.”

“Then why can’t you tell me why you keep disappearing and I find food wrappers in your car,” The brunette was practically on the verge of tears. “There’s no way one person could have eaten all that.”

Finn looked incredibly guilty and let out an awkward laugh.

“Weren’t the sandwiches and brownies I’ve been making for you enough? Is my cooking not good?” Rachel was beyond hurt at the fact that Finn seemed to need to get food from somewhere else, maybe even another woman. “I can cook for you every night.”

“No, believe me your cooking is amazing… It’s not another woman. Please, just let me explain.”

Then he saw the tears in her eyes and grabbed her by the shoulders, holding her to his chest comfortingly until he felt her become less tense. She was confused by the expression on his face and how nervous he was still acting.

“Okay so this is really embarrassing but the truth is… I’m a competitive eater,” Finn explained, speaking so fast in a nervous voice that Rachel barely understood him. “I guess you didn’t know because you’re barely on social media. I didn’t want to tell you because I thought it would scare you off… and I guess I was right because you look really upset right now so I guess it’s totally cool if you just hate me and never want to see me again now.”

Rachel thought about it for a long time. This explained why Finn had been so secretive about his job before and more than once she’d found empty wrappers or pizza boxes shoved into some corner of his apartment. Competitive eating was something that made her skin scrawl and she certainly didn’t realize anyone truly did things like this as a career. She didn’t know what to say.

“Oh… No, wait… sorry. It’s just a lot to take in right now. I do want to date you, Finn and this doesn't change anything. How exactly does this… work?”

“It’s easy. I eat a lot of food in a really short time and win prizes for it or I just build my reputation. Right now, for instance… I have to eat all of this in fifteen minutes as a challenge. Speaking of which, it’s getting cold.”

Rachel’s jaw dropped and she stared at him in alarm. She knew he had a big appetite but this was something.

“I’m sure you’re very good at what you do but there’s no way you’ll be able to… there’s no way anyone could.”

“Wanna bet? Watch this.” Finn grinned at her smugly, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Oh no, Finn." Rachel covered her eyes at first, eventually sighing and giving up. She was unable to look away from the spectacle once he started.

Rachel stood by in shock as he proceeded to eat faster than she thought any human was capable of after setting his camera up. In fact, he ate all of it with five minutes to spare. She couldn’t say she wasn’t a little grossed out but she was impressed by his abilities. He even seemed to enjoy every bite of it. She didn't understand this at all but he seemed pretty happy.

“I could go for some dessert now.” He announced when he was done as Rachel gasped in horror, making him laugh. He kissed her on the cheek, glad that for the most part she seemed to have calmed down and a smile returned to her face. “See, I told you your cooking is great and I’d never cheat on you… “

“I’m sorry for doubting you. You are so... talented.” Rachel grinned, though she was still a little amazed by what she had just seen him do and didn’t quite know how to feel about it. Finn chuckled at the look of her face. He made a promise to himself to take her out to a nice romantic dinner sometime that would be a lot more up her alley.

“I’m sorry you had to see that. Must have been traumatizing.”

#Finchel #Finchel Fridays #my fics #the-so-called-finchel #prompts #Finn Hudson #Rachel Berry #glee

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There are a few things going on today but he managed to get shopping done which is good. Close and he just got here just in time and he didn't do any fully around and people were in his way and it's a damn nightmare but there are people helping lot of people were helping even people who are doing the wrong thing kinda knew what they were doing they said it's much better and we are in receipt of several threats from Mac proper saying they don't wanna see it again and all this crap so we don't wanna hear from them they're pain these bikes are terror on the street if you're a regular person driving along and you're trying to get to work and they steam up on you in groups they're a nightmare. An accident with them you could be gone. You want to go through this stupid **** with these people again ever we do not want these kind of people around anyone any of ours they should not exist they're so crap crap crappy evil dumb and repressible people they make primings look good because they have a group mentality and these people barely have one. They're ugly and mean inside now and we mean the Mac property too. Match proper as well. They don't want to do anything or make any deals or coney wear or go anywhere they're very boring there's this huge plan and they're hardly running it and it is going very slow and it's behind and they're ugly and they're little gay boys it's just misery it really is a lot worse than people think and they don't have their stuff together and they're being blocked in and they think it's punishment when people just don't want them to run their plan so we're gonna go ahead and run our plan it's a parallel so they think they're winning and doing better. We are seeing some progress our son and daughter are correct the Baileys moisture is from items being put into the Yucatan by the Trump Stars they're about to be killed and the wind turns as normal it's not true I hope it works and a few people are in trouble they say so they're gonna go after Trump because you can't say that to them is what they say and they do hit him and he gets hit pretty bad now there are a lot of people who say that this guy's a weirdo and a pushover and he really is and our son was telling him get away from him it's like 4 or 5 characters in the Walmart 2 or 3 outside I mean he's a bum that guy spends all day changing uses up tons of power everybody sees him doing it and he's gonna get his **** kicked completely very soon they said and the Forman ranks to pull his feet out and they're all sick and it's just from going into their stashes and caches and not using helium and they're all gonna die because of that small indiscretion never even warned and we shouldn't have warned them and they didn't do it now we we have to get rid of them today is proof that they've just continuously acted like little juvenile criminals were very evil and murderous and that's what they are and they don't have any restraint or judgment it's time for them to go they've reached this point they weren't always this bad but now they are. I'm going to put the assessment up i'm going to do it as a group i'm going to have other people presented and going to decide what to do they're terrorists now they had too many nukes they're going to keep doing it we're going to get rid of them using everything. I am sick of it they're out. On him in office I don't want him as sheriff I want some people to come up with solutions our son and daughter exhausted they try to get rid of this guy every which way but Sunday. And they're young and they don't have as much experience as us what he says is just tackle him like we do the Mac proper but then they'll see it so his ideas are good start up these factories start up the beer companies and yeah the corn would give him the **** so he says not to do it and we agree the Hobson Barley hops and barley would probably not help them but if you make it right it won't give you the cramps. Most alcohol these days does we know how to do it and a couple beers are good stroes and Lowenbrough Elsinore is not and he's arguing with me and said Jesus is a bad guy but he's not really so I get what he's saying why is this beer good and what are you doing and it will be constant and on us and that's what we should be doing but then it won't be so we're gonna see why they're weird and why they aren't and then we're gonna get to it pretty soon. So we're gonna try that it's a good idea ohh it's to make duff and Elsinore they'll be like a cheaper version of Lowenbrough and duff would not be as cheap as Elsinore elsinore would be like a Mexican beer and they're not doing that bad down there people drinking 'cause sometimes they can't drink the water we're gonna get on it we're going to sell that beer and Hera wants to be involved How are you gonna start it off we can't use the characters or the likeness and she says ohh so gonna think about it.

Thor Freya

Olympus and we tried no others did and were found out. and universal is a group and yes psuedo empire an d theraten us good need it now

we do adn we shall

Thor Freya

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SPOTTED at the met steps wearing last season’s jimmy choos ? i’d leave the steps in the next 24 hours before nepoupdates catches them ! if it were me , i’d definitely go back and review the checklist of golden rules.

vivienne powers , sabrina carpenter

logan im, choi yeonjun

sabrina carpenter. she/her. cis woman. › spotted at the met steps , vivienne 'vivi‘ powers , most likely listening to starring role by marina and the diamonds with their airpods pro . the twenty - four year old gained quite a reputation , known to be -judgmental yet +candid to anyone who knows them . you'll easily spot them when you hear about a bedazzled microphone , signing important documents with a glittery gel pen , using shopping in place of therapy , and the delightful fizz of champagne bubbles followed by toy 2 bubblegum by moschino . latest nepoupdates article talks about how her label used payola to make her debut single a hit ( false ) , but i guess any reputation is good reputation . ( dani , 22 , she/they , pst , n/a . muse 2b & subplot #14 . )

MUSE: vivienne powers .

CAREER CLAIMED: reneé rapp ( acting ) & ariana grande ( discography ) .

choi yeonjun. he/him. cis man. › spotted at the met steps , logan im , most likely listening to 2009 by mac miller with their airpods pro . the twenty - four year old gained quite a reputation , known to be -meticulous yet +ambitious to anyone who knows them . you'll easily spot them when you hear about a smile so bright it blinds you , the adrenaline rush following thousands of adoring fans chanting your name , calloused fingertips from strumming guitar strings , and spending day and night in the studio , followed by santal 33 by le labo . latest nepoupdates article talks about how he ghostwrites under multiple pseudonyms for big - name stars ( true ) , but i guess any reputation is good reputation . ( dani , 22 , she/they , pst , n/a . )

MUSE: logan im .

CAREER CLAIMED: justin bieber ( discography ) .

#appless rp #appless rpg #rich kids rpg #rich kids rp #oc rp #accepted.

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Syncovery vs arq

SYNCOVERY VS ARQ UPGRADE

SYNCOVERY VS ARQ ZIP

SYNCOVERY VS ARQ MAC

Parent(s)/legal guardian(s) who are unable to communicate, read, or understand the local language(s).Subjects who are unwilling to refrain from prolonged sun exposure for 4 weeks prior to Baseline/Day 1 and during the study.Has unstable AD or any consistent requirement for high potency topical steroids.Subjects with any serious medical condition or clinically significant abnormality that would prevent study participation or place the subject at significant risk, as judged by the Investigator.Subjects considered reliable and capable of adhering to the Protocol and visit schedule, according to the judgment of the Investigator.In good health as judged by the Investigator.Stable disease for the past 4 weeks with no significant flares in atopic dermatitis before screening. Diagnosed with atopic dermatitis for at least 6 weeks, as determined by the Investigator.Males and females, ages 2 to 5 years old at time of signing Informed Consent (Screening) and at Baseline (Day 1).Informed consent by parent(s) or legal guardian as required by local laws.Why Should I Register and Submit Results?.That's just one of the many angry and disappointed threads there. Here's a good summary of some of the issues and with lots of comments from users who have lost their backups (and their trust in the developer and the software): And on top of that the Twitter account was deleted (or disabled) with no more feedback at all.

SYNCOVERY VS ARQ UPGRADE

But the far worse problem is that many users have lost all their backups during the upgrade and import process. We’ll get on it." Then there is no documentation at all, it's just "coming soon". Almost all settings and features were removed and the response on twitter from the developer was ”The UI will get better and better." or stuff like "Right. Now, this is actually the least serious problem, far more problematic is the loss of basic settings like CPU usage and paus button.

SYNCOVERY VS ARQ MAC

The new version of Arq is an Electron app instead of native although the engine it self still is native Mac app. Unfortunately v6 has been a train wreck, both the launch it self and the handling of the feedback. Just a quick note if anyone is reading this is currently using Arq v5 and thinking about upgrading to v6: just don't.

SYNCOVERY VS ARQ ZIP

Acronis and Backblaze were slower to back up and restore, with Backblaze almost doubling its restore time with preparing the zip file.Īrq Backup Cloud Mac Mac App macOS 10.14 Mojave Wasabi IDrive was also very quick to back up, and pretty quick to restore. We’re happy to report that Arq Cloud Backup was the fastest! Just pay $5.99/month per TB of total backups across all your computers Just changed Arq Cloud Backup pricing to unlimited computers. Previously: Arq 5.9 Adds Backblaze B2 and Wasabi Support. I did not see any information about the cloud storage provider. The price is $5.99/month per computer or 1 TB. And, like those services, you can restore files from a Web interface, which is not possible with regular Arq. Arq Cloud Backup is a completely separate app that uses its own cloud service, like CrashPlan or Backblaze. I like and use regular Arq, but it’s too hard for less technical users to set up. Arq Cloud Backup is now available! It comes with its own cloud storage, for folks who don’t want to manage the storage separately from the app.

#Syncovery vs arq

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happy ending myth a steve harrington story

ch. 1 off the sidelines

chapter 2 chapter 3 chapter 4

summary: steve never thought someone he had once ignored would come back into his life to fight the upside down. when you are 19 how can you even think of a future? but what if it didn't matter what the future held if you were in it? and yet he couldn’t help but think maybe this was the one who would be his partner on that cross-country family trip with six nuggets.

pairings: best friend!eddie munson, close friend!max mayfield, slowburn!steve harrington

a/n: this is going to be a slowburn and at least four parts. this is my first time writing as steve and i’m super excited. all of this was based off me listening to future holds by bastille. thank you to anyone who reads! i’m already working on part two.

warnings/tags: mild violence, curse words, mentions of drugs, drug use, two losers with childhood trauma because of bad parents

word count: 5,940

March 1986

It had been a long day of shelving books left astray from young students making sure they had read everything needed for the semester. A sigh of relief left your lips once walking through the entrance of your home sweet home. It was a cozy trailer littered with Jane Austen and Emily Dickinson on each table surface. Your black cat Bennett let out a loud yawn when he realized his owner was finally home. It wasn't much, but it felt like a lot after a 6-hour shift. Putting your bags down and changing into a pair of sweatpants and a white tank top, you made your way outside. You climbed on top of the roof and took out a joint that was gifted by Eddie Munson earlier in the week.

Forest Hills trailer park had been your home for as long as you could remember. With a father on the run from the law and a mother in rehab you fit in just fine, and the rent wasn't too bad. Your favorite place was the roof where each star and trailer home was visible. Lighting up the joint and stretching your legs out with a smile you settled by turning on an old walkman and letting the songs of Fleetwood Mac soothe all your aches and worries away. From the trailer's tin roof, it was easy to see your neighbors and often it was easy to get lost in what everyday life must be for each person who lived there. Max Mayfield lives right next door so every night you would make sure that the young girl was safe at home. The two of you had become close after she moved in. You both bonded over parents never being fully there even when they were around and how the world just felt so judgmental. It took some time for the young redhead to warm up to you, it was only after she found out that her older brother was dead and her stepfather left that the two of you began to easily bond. The two of you would talk about everything and it was only in those moments you felt truly loved. You'd often told Max that she was just like Elizabeth Bennett, a brave young woman who knew exactly what she wanted.

Turning your head to the side, a smirk grew on your lips while watching Eddie Munson leave his car with Chrissy Cunningham by his side. You graduated last year, the same year Eddie should’ve. Your introduction to the boy was when he found you reading behind Hawkins High. The day he became your friend, he also became your pot dealer. Chrissy was a cheerleader so the two of you had never really crossed paths. With a raised eyebrow you smirked and went back to looking at the stars with feet bouncing to the rhythm of “The Chain”. The song was almost over when his trailer lights began to flicker. Pausing the walkman you looked over to finally hear the panicked shouts that must’ve been happening for a minute or so. Shortly after it all stopped, Eddie shot out of the trailer and got into his car before you could even shout over to ask him what was wrong.

You made your way down back to the ground and walked slowly over to his trailer. Dread washed over your whole body. It filled your stomach and the feeling caused your head to hurt. With just a little push, the door opened and there lay a once happy cheerleader her face now contorted. Gasping you felt bile begin to rise from the depths of your stomach. The sight caused you to run out of the trailer, throwing up now the only option after what had just been witnessed. You knew what Chrissy had looked like...she was a beautiful girl who had a lovely smile, but the image of her lying on that carpet would haunt you forever. Running back to your trailer you weren’t sure what to do next. The cops were bastards and you smelt of weed. Those pigs would blame Eddie for all of this, but the idea of leaving her there made you feel queasy.

It took until morning for cops to surround the Munson trailer, the sight made you feel guilty. Deep down you knew Eddie couldn't have done any of this. He could barely hurt anyone and honestly didn’t have the strength to do such a thing. Hawkins was a dark place that was filled with weird lore as to why it had become that way. As the day wore on, the cops made sure no one was able to leave or enter the trailer park. They had asked you some questions, all of them answered vaguely. Something else was going on here and until you knew what it was, there was no way you were telling the cops anything. Throughout the morning you tried your best to get some rest but every time you closed your eyes visions of Chrissy's body would flash in horrible waves. So instead, you sat in front of the window with a cup of now cold coffee. Trying to figure out what the hell had gone on here and why a girl was dead.

A few hours later, you heard Max leave her trailer, in a rush you decided now was the time to get answers. Where was she going? Wasn't she friends with the group of kids who made their way out of the StarCourt Mall fire? Your mind filled with questions as you followed Max to what appeared to be a Family Video. She had now joined forces with who you assumed was Dustin, someone you had only heard about in passing. Max had once mentioned a curly haired boy who could talk for hours about the smallest topic. You waited for them to enter the video store. You took a deep breath and reminded yourself that you needed some answers for the awful things you witnessed last night. After a few more deep breathing exercises you finally felt calm enough to enter the store. Your hands flexed as you saw Max talking to Robin Buckely, a girl that you had met in band class years ago. As you walked forward Steve Harrington had walked in from the back room causing you to take a step back.

Steve Harrington was last in your presence at graduation last year. He had been sulking as other students talked to their parents. That was the day you seemed to get a little more, why he was such a jerk to be around, because his parents hadn’t shown up. From experience you knew how awful this type of let down felt, so you walked up to him and said congratulations and got no reply. When Steve finally saw you he also had taken a step back. Robin had noticed the way you two were looking at each other making a face that snapped you back to reality.

"Max Mayfield, what is going on?" Your voice was stern but Max also noticed a weird sadness behind it all. She twirled around on the ball of her heels before finally facing you with wide eyes.

"Y/N! What are you doing here?" Her brows furrowed as she began to piece some of it together. "Wait, did you follow me here?!"

You couldn't look at her directly when she said that so instead you gave her a signal as if you needed to speak with her and only her. Max almost groaned in response until she saw the way you looked at her. You were terrified and she didn’t understand until you explained what you saw. This confession caused Max to tell you everything about weird ol’ Hawkins. Will Byers was actually taken, and the Russian infiltrated StarCourt Mall to open a portal, all of it, it made you feel dizzy and sick. You wanted to yell that you were right the whole time but the lack of sleep added with a rush of information caused your whole body to go limp.

This whole day was supposed to be normal for Steve Harrington, but, of course, it was nothing of the sort. The store had been so quiet before Max and Dustin showed up to explain why Eddie Munson was wanted for murdering a cheerleader. Then you walked in and he felt like he had seen you somewhere before but couldn’t place it. He scanned your face trying so hard to figure out who you were and why your name was on the back of his tongue. Then his co-worker elbowed him in the chest trying to get his focus back. Steve gave Robin a glare and it wasn’t until you had left to speak with Max that she spoke.

"Are you okay over there?" Robin's tone was hushed as she gave Steve a look with her furrowed brows.

“You know Y/N, she graduated last year, just like you.” He looked at Robin and then back at you and it finally hit him. You were the only person who spoke to him at graduation. He had been in such a terrible mood that day, his parents were supposed to be there but they had some last minute function. But you, you had been there and congratulated him despite no one else doing so. He began to feel warm and embarrassed, watching as you placed a hand on your hip as you spoke to Max.

“Shit!” Steve whispered, causing Robin to tilt her head.

“Dingus! You are doing that thing again where you are not actually speaking out loud just in your head! What is going on?”

Steve gave her a sad look and ran his fingers through his hair. As he placed his elbows on the glass counter he explained. “Graduation day she came up to me and was really nice about it.” He paused and sighed. “I didn’t reply the way I wished I had, my parents said they were going to be there and they just didn't show up. I was such an ass, Robin.”

Robin gave Steve a tiny pat on the back before turning to look in your direction. Whatever Max was telling you, it was a little too much and her eyes widened when she noticed you were about to fall. "Well, you could try and make it up to her by making sure she doesn’t land on the nasty carpet." Her eyebrows raised as she pointed to you and Steve quickly ran over to your side.

It was embarrassing the state you were in, lying there in Steve Harrington's arms. It did feel nice to be in such strong arms but you wished the circumstances had been better. "Uhh, thanks.." Max was holding in a snicker watching you in this position. She wasn't sure if it was due to Steve looking at you like you had hung the moon, or that he had run so fast to catch you. Either way, the young girl knew she was going to tease you about this later.

"You're welcome, Y/N? Right?" You nodded and smiled before getting back up on your feet to look at both Max and Steve.

"So let me see if I can get this straight." Your hands were now on your hips in a mom-like fashion as you eyed everyone in the room. "Will and Barb never went missing? They were both taken? I am guessing Barb didn't make it and Will did. The Starcourt mall was invaded by Russians who were trying to open some portal that someone named El already closed?" Each of them nodded their heads and it filled you with an awful feeling, you felt this before entering Eddie's trailer. "Okay…" You paused, rubbing your temples. "So whatever it is, it's back because I know Eddie didn't kill Chrissy. He could barely hurt a fly and also he had a huge crush on that girl."

"Exactly! Y/N gets it! I told you Eddie didn't do it!" Dustin was now pointing at Robin and Max who were now rolling their eyes.

Steve was still just looking at you with kind honey eyes that made your knees feel weak, or was it the lack of sleep? Everytime he looked at you he couldn’t help but feel guilty for the way he spoke to you last. This wasn’t the time to be thinking of any of this but when it got quiet it would rattle his brain.

"We have to find Eddie, that's why we came here. We need to see if there is any word of where he could've gone." Max was walking back up to Robin, swiftly making her way to the computer that was behind them all.

"I know where he is." All of a sudden everyone was staring at you. "He's with his drug dealer. Uh, Refer Rick is the name! I mean it's secluded and unless you were buying drugs it’s not a place many go." "Do you buy drugs off Eddie?" Max looked at you with her eyebrows furrowed causing you to shrug.

"I buy weed off him, that’s all…" You corrected with a big smile towards the redhead who was now judging your life choices. "Hey don't look at me like that!" This wasn't the time to scold you for smoking weed, Max would find time to do that when this was all over.

"Whatever, we just need to find the address! Maybe look up movies that only a stoner would rent!" Dustin was now at the computer shoving Max out the way. Max had been right; he was very impatient and a little jittery. She rolled her eyes and stood back as the boy began to type feverishly. "Here! Look at these! It has to be him!"

The older kids giggled at the titles being read out by the curly-haired boy who was easily annoyed with the reaction. Dustin and Max grabbed their bags and began to walk outside. Robin soon followed which left Steve and you alone as he closed up. Watching as you began to make your way, Steve had decided it was now or never. So he called your name causing you to look at him confused.

The two of you stood there just staring at each other. He wanted so badly to apologize but the words just wouldn’t come out. Since Robin wasn’t there to give him a nudge back to reality you decided to speak up first.

"So since when does Steve Harrington hang out with kids like Dustin and Max? Or even Robin, you would've never talked to her in school." You looked at him confused and he could tell you meant nothing bad by it. Steve shrugged his shoulders as he turned off all the lights.

"It just kinda happened." He made his way to the door to stand right next to you. "I'm not the same as I was in high school Y/N. I'm not King Steve anymore."

Shaking his head he tried to smile, knowing that you had no idea about all the events that shaped him since high school. The two of you were only a few inches apart and it caused heat to rise on the back of your arms. A tiny shade of pink covered your cheeks as you looked around at everything except for what was in front of you. Steve had noticed all of this, finding it adorable how you reacted to being so close to him. Making sure to move back just a little to make you more comfortable, he smiled.

"Good! I didn't like him that much anyway. He had great hair but was kinda a jerk."

You placed your hair behind your ear and you walked out to his car as he just stood there. He wanted to make you smile for the rest of your life if he could. Now you were wrapped into this chaos that was the Upside Down, it made him feel a weird ache in his chest. Locking the door to the video store he huffed out a sigh and made his way to the driver's seat. Steve knew that the reality you soon were to face was going to be filled with a lot of grief and sadness. He himself was plagued with nightmares, waking up in an awful sweat every night. His jaw still had phantom pains from when Russians tortured him. The thought of any of that happening to you made him tense.

Making his way to the car he laughed softly seeing you in the middle of Max and Dustin in the back. He promised to himself that he would get you in the front seat, but for now, he loved the current seating arrangement.

"Alright buckle up!" His voice was stern like your’s had been when seeing Max and it caused everyone but you to groan.

You giggled hearing such a tone leaving the boy before you. Each time he spoke to the kids, it became a bit clearer that King Steve really was a different person now. After a twenty minute drive, the car pulled into the Refer Rick’s driveway. Dustin had been ready to bolt out of the car once you pointed out the mailbox. The sun was now setting making the secluded home a little creepier than it needed to be. The group of you made your way to the front door and then Dustin began to ring the doorbell way too many times. Steve began to let the boy know no one was there as he started to pound on the door.

"Eddie, it's Dustin!" The young boy shouted as the rest of you began to look in the windows. He was now pleading with Eddie saying they were only there to help.

Shouts of "Refer Rick!" filled the air as everyone was still making their way around the outside of the home. All of you took cautious steps as Steve made tiny comments about how creepy this was andhow Dustin was being too loud. All of you let out a collective tired sigh, no one was here. Max stopped to shine her flashlight on a boat house shining on it as if it was a clue.

"Hey! You guys!" Max spoke as she began to walk a little closer. The group made their way near the sides of the shed, shining light into the windows to see if there was any movement. Everyone held their breath as Robin opened the door, her raspy voice filling the quiet darkness.

"Hello? Is anyone home?" No one answered. Nevertheless, you all made your way one by one into the inky boat house.

"What a dump," Steve said and you nudged him in the shoulder because although this was terrifying, this wasn't the time.

Every single step could be heard as you all walked around trying to see if Eddie was nearby. Maybe he was hiding, before you could peek under the tarp of the boat Steve began to hit at it.

"What are you doing?" Dustin whispered while you gave Steve a confused look.

"He might be in here!" Steve exclaimed as he continued to hit the tarp with a paddle.

You watched as Dustin and Steve began to fight as to who would lift the tarp. Max was already walking over to a makeshift desk that was littered with what appeared to be recent trash.

"Hey! Look over here!" You followed Max's voice and took your place next to Robin. "Someone was here."

"Maybe he heard us, got spooked and ran?" Robin questioned with her eyes still on the tiny pieces of the garage.

"Don't worry, Steve will get him with his oar!" Dustin joked. "I know you think you're being funny, Henderson, but considering almost everyone in this room has nearly died multiple times," your eyes grew wide at this comment but Steve kept going. "Personally, I don't find it funny in the slight-"

Steve didn't finish his sentence because Eddie had come up from his hiding spot and was now after him with a knife in hand. He was pushing Steve against the wall holding the knife up to his throat. Dustin and you began to yell for Eddie, pleading with him to put the knife down.

"Eddie! Stop!" You placed your hand near Steve's neck. "Look, it's me! Eddie, I know you didn't do this. We all know you didn't do this, please just relax."

"It's me, Eddie! This is Steve, he's not going to hurt you, right, Steve?"

Steve whispered "right" while hoping what you were doing was going to save him from his current position.

"Steve, how about you drop the oar?" Steve's eyes went wide as if to say how stupid that was since he was the one with a knife at his throat but Eddie shoved the knife closer to him.

Even so, the oar dropped and Eddie looked at you with anger on his face. "What are you doing here?"

"We are here for you," Dustin spoke up and then began to point out who each person was. "This is Robin, you know her from band. This is my friend Max. The one who never wants to play D&D."

Max waved as Dustin continued, "Eddie, we're on your side. I swear on my mother!" You all then began to agree and swear on Dustin's mother.

This seemed to work as after a short pause Eddie backed away from Steve, who was now swearing under his breath.

Eddie sighed and looked into your eyes. He was so scared so you lowered your voice to speak to him once more. Relaxing his body and looking at the ground you walked towards him. Dustin was by your side as you placed your hand on Eddie’s shoulder. You watched as his shoulders sunk down towards the floor as you got down to his eye level.

"I'm so sorry, Eddie. We just wanna know what happened." You spoke with a softness that your mother once told you bedtime stories with.

"You won't believe me." He shuddered and spoke with a tone that you had never heard from him before.

"Try us." Max was now right beside you as she spoke and with that Eddie nodded.

"Y/N, I swear I didn't kill her." Eddie looked at you like the time he broke your bike years ago.

You both were about twelve years old and you had given Eddie permission to take your bike out for the day. The boy went down a hill near the school and wrecked the whole thing. Back then you just helped him with the cleaning of a brush burn and forgave him but now the stakes were much higher. There was no wound for you to clean up, it was just this horrible feeling of dread. At that moment you lunged forward and held onto him as tightly as you could. Running your fingers through his black curly hair as tears fell down his face.

"I know, Eds, I know you didn't do this, I'm so sorry." You spoke softly into his ear doing your best to soothe his sorrows.

Steve had finally caught his breath just to feel it hitch back up at the sight of Eddie in your arms. You were whispering in the other boy's ear and he knew you were trying your best to help out. A pang of jealousy hit him at the worst time and Robin noticed. A smirk spread across her face as she watched Steve's expression turn into a confused sadness.

The boat house had once been filled with an anxiety that was now cleared for the sadness of Eddie's voice as he described what happened to Chrissy. It was only then that you were able to understand what you had seen that night. Chrissy had levitated above him as he dropped the box of drugs you had found on the floor. This was something you had made sure to pick up before the cops showed up. Everything was coming together as if pieces to a puzzle, all of it now making sense.

"I just ran away." His voice was filled with shame and sadness. Swearing it would haunt him for the rest of his life, regretting leaving Chrissy behind.

"We are going to clear your name Eddie, we just need time" Dustin reassured him with a pat on the back. "For now, we will be back and bring you some food and some supplies."

The conversation between all of them continued and that feeling of despair began to fill your body once more. A part of you didn't want to leave Eddie alone with his anxieties but another part of you needed rest. When Steve rounded up the group, you followed in a haze to his car, not even realizing that the rest of them had helped you into the front seat. Placing your head in your hands you began to see visions of Chrissy…how her face didn't even look like her anymore. How her arms and legs seemed to have been crumpled like paper. It all began to fill your head until you felt a tap on your shoulder. Startled, you looked up and saw Steve Harrington. His comforting eyes looked at you like you had never seen before.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I just wanted to see if you were alright. This is a lot." His tone was soft as he spoke and it soothed your feelings of fear and sadness.

"Don't worry, you didn't scare me I just...I keep seeing her. I keep seeing her face and how she looked so scared. I keep hearing Eddie and how he sounded before he ran away." Steve placed his hand on your forearm and it was only then you really looked into his eyes.

"Y/N, it's okay. What you saw was terrible. I have seen some really bad shit but I don't think I've seen anything like Eddie saw. You are a good friend for helping us find him." You nodded your head as he spoke, suddenly feeling your eyes water.

Dustin, Max, and Robin all gave each other knowing looks watching as Steve did his best to comfort you. Max felt awful that you were now in this mess, feeling as if it was her fault because she began to enjoy being around you. Everything she touched seemed to die in her hands, so, of course, her new friend was now in danger. Robin couldn't help but notice that her best friend didn't always talk to people in such a reassuring manner as he did you. No one had gotten this treatment from him, except for maybe one person, Nancy Wheeler. Dustin's only thought was Eddie and how he prayed that his dungeon master would be safe where they left him. It appeared that the car was a bag of mixed emotions; the one thing they did share was uncertainty.

As the driver, Steve had already decided that you were the last to go home. That was when Max spoke up to say that you lived right next to her. He simply nodded and began to drive you two to Forest Hills. When pulling up Max tapped you on the shoulder.

"Y/N, I am going to go check on my mom if you need me you know where I am." You smiled at her thinking how funny that she is now worried for you.

For a while now it had been you making sure that the redhead was safe and sound. Now, she was the adult in the situation with far more experience than you could ever imagine. As she walked away, you looked around only now noticing that everyone was out of the car. Tears flowed down your cheeks as tiny hiccups escaped your lips. Looking at you, Steve felt hopeless because he knew that you were going to feel so much more sorrow. He knew he couldn't promise anything but he could be by your side. Wiping your tears away as he was doing now and letting you know it was okay to feel this way. As you continued to sob he turned his body to face you resting his elbows on the console in between.

"I'm sorry, Steve, I just haven't really felt any of this yet. I just have been going on autopilot since last night." As you spoke, he cupped your face in his big hands, wiping your last tears away and placed his hand for you to grab.

"Thank you for driving me home." Your voice trailed off as the realization that you now had to go home alone.

Being alone was something you usually cherished. The day that your mother had left for good to get into rehab was the first day you had felt the freedom of being by yourself. It was a quiet that made everything feel better but now the idea of being alone frightened you.

"Steve, could you stay the night? I just really don't want to be alone tonight. I haven't slept and…" Your voice trailed off. A smile crept on his lips as he watched you do your best to explain your feelings..

"Hey, Y/N, don't worry about it. Of course, I can stay."

You nodded as you wiped the rest of your tears off your cheeks before getting out of the car with weak knees. Steve watched almost running at the sight of your legs wobbling.

"I'm fine, just really tired." Your very first yawn now comes up as the two walk up to your trailer.

"Oh, I have a cat. I hope you aren't allergic." This fact was coming far too late as you opened the door, Bennett running up brushing himself on your leg.

"I'm sorry buddy! I know, I know you are hungry." The black cat meowed watching as you made your way to the pantry. "Do you want water or anything?" You spoke as you began to take out some glasses and a can of cat food.

"Sure, I'll take some water. I probably haven't really had enough of that today." The two of you giggled as you finished up with the cat food and began to fill the glasses with water.

Placing two ice cubes in the water, you made your way over to the wandering boy before you. A smile on your face as you watched him scan the books on the coffee table.

"Here you go. Did you need something comfy to change into? I have some Eddie's clothes around here somewhere. He's always leaving his shit around."

Steve was looking at the back of an old copy of Persuasion by Jane Austen, the sip of water he'd taken now landing back in the cup with a cough. "So you and Eddie, are you two really close?"

At this moment you had no idea what the root of this question was. Steve was very much jealous of the idea that Eddie was able to leave things at your place. His eyes locked on your’s as he placed the book back where it had been sitting before. His body now leaning against the side of the couch you smirked at the question.

"I've known Eddie for a long time. He was my first friend when I moved here with my parents. When they left, he was the one thing that stayed constant in my life, so I found comfort in that. He is like a brother to me." If you weren't in the room staring at him with your clear blue eyes, he would've let out a sigh of relief.

Instead, he kept all his cool and nodded his head as if to say cool, cool. His eyes following you as you made your way to the back room.

"I'm going to change because I can't stand being in these clothes for another day." A small laugh left your lips as you closed the door, only a slit of light showing as he tried his best not to look in that direction.

In a moment of weakness, he noticed your bare back was the only thing peeking through the crack as you changed into a pair of boxers and a t-shirt with Bruce Springsteen on it. Bennett was making eyes at the boy, not sure if he could trust this handsome stranger or not.

"Okay, so I have a ton of blankets and pillows to make your stay just a little bit more comfortable. Do you wanna sleep on the couch?" You were already pulling blankets out of what appeared to be a wicker basket. "Let me get some pillows from my room. I sleep with more than is needed." You smiled, causing him to place his hand on your forearm.

"I'm just fine, don't worry about it. Go get some rest, I'll see you in the morning. If you need me, I'll be here." Each time you felt his touch, it made parts of your brain just feel calmer.

No more need to babble on about blankets and pillows when he was right there with that smile on his face. It was at this moment that you knew you wanted to know everything there was to know about the new Steve Harrington. You nodded as he let go of your arm and began to settle into the couch.

"Alright, I'll see you in the morning. Goodnight, Steve." "Good night, Y/N."

Steve began to take off his shoes and jacket, placing them neatly near the lounge chair next to him. Lifting the blanket that you had placed on the couch and settling into the soft feeling of pillows. Next to him was that same book Persuasion by Jane Austen, from what he could tell it seemed to be some type of romance book. The picture of you curled up in the chair closest to him with the book in your lap made him close his eyes with a peaceful smile.

While Steve was out there painting images of you, you were lying in bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling as your brain couldn't stop thinking. It felt as if several voices were speaking at once about all different things. Flashes of Chrissy's face when you found her, Eddie's eyes as he pleaded with you all, and then Max as she spoke so surely of the horrors in Hawkins. All of it overcame you until you shot up and yelled for the only person around.

"Steve!" Your voice was shaky as you spoke.

"Y/N?" He had been half asleep until he heard you shout his name in the darkness. At first, he wasn't sure if he had actually fallen asleep and was dreaming but then you spoke again.

"Could you… umm… lay next to me?" Those words sent him on his feet in a fairly quick manner.

Before you could even explain he was already in the room with you. "Oh god, were you sleeping? I'm sorry." "Don't worry about it." As you opened the covers for him to slide the two of you smiled.

It only took a few minutes for you both to get comfortable and once you had the voices in your head became quiet. As both of you began to fall asleep his hand found yours and you gave it a tiny squeeze. A tiny hum of happiness was the last thing heard before drifting off. Despite all the uncertainty, Steve and you both felt a sense of calm, but the nightmares would come like they always did and tomorrow was still a new day of fighting monsters.

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jojoboisimagines · 3 years

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Snippets Ch.4 : Johnny and Josuke (4) with the Same Crush (3)

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A set of multiple drabbles/oneshots combining characters (i.e Jojos) from multiple parts and AUs.

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"That guy...do you think--" Josuke started.

"That's their boyfriend? No idea." Johnny quickly answered, trying to play it off as if he didn't care.

It was quite the opposite. He may have cared too much.

To say Johnny was jealous was an understatement. But it seemed like Josuke was feeling some of the heat too, seeing you hanging out with some guy and proceeding to talk about him with Josuke when the two of you went to lunch the other day.

Josuke was still in the dark about Johnny’s own crush on you, which was a relief for the jockey, but it was hell for him, having to be afraid of either guy winning you over first.

He just needed to muster up the courage to talk to you again, but it was a lot more difficult than he thought it’d be. You two always seemed to be busy when the other wasn’t. Of course he still had Gyro (and occasionally Josuke and Hot Pants) to keep him company, but he missed you.

The little spat the cousins had was forgotten for a while. They didn’t exactly apologize to each other, but just starting to talk normally again was enough sign there was no hard feelings. The younger teen was still very confused about Johnny’s intentions that day.

‘ Was he trying to be a good role model or was he just mad I was leaving him at home?’ he thought. It didn’t really matter to him anymore, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t concerned about what Johnny must’ve been thinking, and if he still did feel that way.

They sat at a small table on the far side of the kitchen. Josuke, looking rather bored, held his head on his palm, while Johnny was playing on their shared Switch. Or at least, was pretending to be after Josuke brought up the subject.

“Hey, can I ask you an honest question?” The Japanese teen breaks the icy silence once again.

Johnny merely raises an eyebrow with a low ‘hm’ that was barely audible. His heart silently raced thinking of what the boy sitting across from him had on his mind to ask.

“(y/n)...how long have you known them?”

A simple enough question to start off with, Josuke thought. Yet Johnny’s lips still pursed.

“Uh...about half a year now. We got really close in that time I’d say.” That last part wasn’t even to get a rise out of Josuke, he just genuinely thought so. He really cared about you, romantically or not.

Meanwhile, Josuke had only known you for the duration of the summer, which was about to end in a couple of weeks. Perhaps if he’d beg Johnny to let him stay he’d have more time to bond with you, but there was also the issue of him feeling homesick from time to time.

God, if he could take you back to Morioh with him..it’d be like a dream come true.

They both had quickly forgotten about whatever guy Josuke was referring to earlier, mixed up in their own thoughts about their relationship with you. Besides, he had only ever seen the guy once, there was no way you’d switch up on him that quickly.

He had no dates or anything planned with you like he usually does, though. Not that he didn’t want to spend time with you, he just felt as if he was coming off as a little...clingy.

Higashikata had been trying to drop hints that he liked you, such as buying you things, having heart-to-heart conversations as he’d walk you home, calling you pet names, and ending his goodnight texts with a little heart emoji. He considered himself a romantic, but when it came to your reactions, you kinda brushed them off platonically. Perhaps you’d never been flirted with before?

His texts were still frequent, making sure you were having a good day and all, but he figured maybe he should start being a little more risky..

“What do you like about (y/n) anyways?” Johnny asked.

There was a pause for a couple of seconds, before Josuke scooted back in his chair and got up from the table, intending to retreat to his room for a couple of hours.

“The same things you do, probably.”

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“Ow! Gyro, what the hell was that for?!”

“Because, idiota, you need to confess already.” He hovers over Johnny like a judgmental parent.

Josuke had left the house to get some groceries, and in that time, the jockey called Gyro over. Not for advice specifically, but that's what it had eventually turned into. Sitting on the floor of Johnny’s room (where it was painfully easy to find porn magazines, Gyro won’t let that go as long as the two of them live).

“Like seriously, this is getting embarrassing to watch, just do it already.” The Italian pointed a finger at his friend. “Sooner or later you’re gonna do the thing where you get the girl drunk and then sleep with her regardless of feelings.”

“Ugh, I’m not like that anymore Gyro!” Johnny folds his arms with a pout his friend knows all too well at this point. “I’ve never committed to anyone before, so of course this is a little more awkward for me than it is for anyone else, you know this!”

Indeed he did know. It was somehow one of the things they always ended up talking about.

“Listen, I know how this is gonna end. Its gonna end with you in this same room, bunched up in several blankets, listening to Fleetwood Mac on repeat with 3 pizza boxes to make yourself feel better.”

The American scoffs.

Gyro sits upright on his bed. “I’m right. Look, this gal means a lot to you, I know. I’ve seen it. You’ve never stared at someone with such a…not hateful look in your eye.” It was half a joke, half truth. “And I don't wanna see you sad, so you’re just gonna have to pull yourself up, grow some steel balls, and ask them out. For real. For both of our sakes at this point.”

Johnny rolls his eyes. “Wow, Gyro wants me to be with a girl? Pigs must be flying.”

“You are so not funny.” The Italian’s teeth flashes for a moment as he scowls.

“Alright, since you’re such a casanova, why don’t you tell me what to say to them?” At this rate, there was really no other choice for Joestar to take. He could ask Hot Pants, but knew she would give him similar advice.

“Nyo-ho! I’ll show ya! All you gotta do is gimme your phone.”

As soon as the word ‘gimme’ was uttered, the jockey clutched his phone as if it was a baby. The last few times he lended his friend his phone, it didn’t go so well.

Gyro would’ve snorted if he wasn’t serious about this.

“Come onnn! It--”

“Won’t go like the last three times, right? Fat chance.”

“Just hurry and hand it over before I tackle you!”

The larger man did that far too much already, much to Johnny’s dismay. Once Gyro had him in a headlock, there was no getting out of it. He defeatedly raised his phone up to the man for him to take.

“If you ruin anything, I’m doing the same thing to you, AND taking your damn horse.” The Italian waved him off as if he was merely an angry toddler. As he typed, Johnny tried to peer over and see, but his friend was too adamant on turning side to side so he couldn’t. The expressions Gyro was making wasn’t a good sign either. First confused, then mischievous, then looking a little too proud of himself. The jockey’s hands could start sweating at any moment from the sheer anxiety this was giving him.

“Aaaaaand done! There we go, all set!”

Johnny reached for his phone as soon as the words left his mouth, unapologetically in a snatching manner to immediately read the text sent.

::‘Hey This is Johnny darling. Hope your day has been as beautiful as your smile. I was wondering if you’re free tomorrow by 12pm. I have something very important to tell you. See you soon xoxo.’::

Alright, so it wasn’t as bad as he thought itd be (not nearly as bad as the time Gyro dared him to send a ‘send nudes’ text to you) but god, it would look suspiciously out of character for you to see. He can’t even remember the last time he typed ‘darling’ instead of ‘darlin’ and actually bothered to punctuate his texts. And who even used ‘xoxo’ anymore?

His friend looked at him with a big grin, waiting for his reaction. A slightly more pure smile than if he were waiting for Johnny to get a joke.

“Soooo what do you think? You gotta pick some nice clothes out for your date.”

The shorter man sighs.

“Its...passable.”

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Josuke got home a little later than he expected. He was surprised to see there was still Prince CDs in stock at the store. Thats one of the perks of coming to America, he guessed. He was more than ready to put them into one of Johnny’s old CD players he had found. It was already hard for him to listen to pretty much anything without thinking of you. At least if it was Prince specifically, it would help him feel better and he could jam out to it.

Finally finding the track he wanted, he grinned, letting the music play out loud and hopping on his bed. It was a good few minutes before he had started getting that feeling in his gut again.

..Crap, this wasn’t helping either.

The teen felt that he couldn’t endure this much longer. Love was something he took very seriously and to be so unsure about your relationship just made him feel funny. He had to at least know for sure if the both of you were on the same page. Josuke was sick of being so anxious about it.

Josuke laid down flat on his back, pulling his phone out.

“You know what? I’m gonna ask them out.”

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macandriley · 3 years

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MacGyver - 5x14

First of all, I'd just like to say that this is one of the few episodes this season that I've genuinely been in love with. To the point where—though I'm sure there are flaws to find—I don't even care enough to go looking for them.

Teresa Huang is a phenomenal writer. That fact alone is enough to keep me fighting for another season. It's honestly a travesty she's only had the time to write two scripts because her understanding of these characters and the world they live in is top-notch.

Now I'm gonna discuss parts of this episode I loved. So fair warning: spoilers ahead.

So, um...I'm obsessed with Bozer's dad.

I always figured if we ever met him, I'd like him. I just wasn't prepared to love him as much as I do.

Not only did this man take in a child that wasn't his, but he gave him coping mechanisms to deal with his trauma. And when he realized that those mechanisms had become more of a crutch than a tool, he immediately sought to correct it.

Which brought us perhaps the first direct mention of Mac's unhealthy behavior.

That scene was perfect, in my opinion. It wasn't judgment. It wasn't disappointment. It was a father looking out for his son. Simple. Loving. Entirely from a good, well-intentioned place.

And I loved that. I absolutely adore the way they've given Mac more people looking out for him.

The Brink

What's not to love? Riley giving a little love to young, impressionable people who would otherwise fall through the cracks is just beautiful.

Full circle kind of moment.

She's a fictional character and, oddly, I'm proud of her. Because she was given a chance all those years ago, she now gets to give other girls better opportunities. She's using the tools and talent she's been afforded to make the world a better place.

Not just overseas. Not just on a global scale. But also at home, in her own community.

This brings me to

Important Messages

From the Flint water crisis to crooked police officers, this episode tackled some topics that this show had previously ignored under Lenkov. And I'm thrilled to see it.

More than that, I'm thrilled to see it intertwined with the lives of these characters instead of being made to seem like a separate issue entirely.

Lauretta Bozer actively working to make her city a better place—encouraging her son to do the same—was so important. She recognized a lack of leadership in her community and became a leader.

And at risk of sounding repetitive: I absolutely loved that.

Now I'll get to the part you all knew I'd want to discuss eventually.

MacRiley Fire Pit Scene

So obviously, scenes used in promo are sometimes hit or miss. I think we all remember the great 5x03 debacle.

Luckily, it was a great scene. And there are a few things about it that I really enjoyed.

Riley having the literal key to Mac's front door.

The first time I heard her say that it passed right by me. I didn't stop to think twice about it.

Now, I view it as something a little more meaningful. An allegory, if you will.

Mac is not the one who doesn't want to explore things. Riley is. So her having the metaphorical key to his door—just like having one for his house—gives her the freedom to decide for herself to come inside.

Not overly significant in terms of plot, since we already knew that. But I think it's cute regardless.

Riley reassuring Mac

We've heard it before. "I'm not leaving you." "You're never alone." And now, "You'll never lose me."

There's something so powerful about the way Riley doesn't stop affirming her intentions to him. Because Mac has been abandoned and left behind so many times that it's almost impossible for him to imagine anyone being around as long as Riley has.

Nobody other than her ever takes the time to make him feel like a priority. And I'm so glad he has that in somebody. That he trusts her enough to turn to her, and that she loves him enough to never intentionally do anything to break his faith.

Mac holding Riley's hand

There really isn't a lot to say about this other than:

It takes an incredible amount of vulnerability for him to actively seek physical comfort from another human being. And yet, when he's hurting or afraid, he always reaches out to her. Not Bozer or Desi.

Riley.

She's become his safest space.

In Conclusion

I just really love 5x14.

#MacGyver #MacGyver CBS #MacGyver 2016 #angus macgyer #riley davis

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tumbleweed-palmer · 3 years

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What kind of bad habits does jimmy have? He canonly tugs at his hair when he's nervous, so there's one

He shuts down when he's upset about something. He's amazing at comforting other people, but he sucks at expressing his own upset. He just doesn't want to worry anyone or upset people. He has a habit of pasting a smile on his face and pretending things are fine when everything is actually not fine at all. Eventually he melts down because he's avoided facing his problems and he can't take faking a smile anymore.

He is super gullible...like he's a super booksmart person but he's also pretty naive and prone to believe people because he doesn't want to ever believe someone would mislead him. This tendency to believe everyone gets him into a ton of trouble.

He used to bite his nails...like he knows it's gross and so bad for his teeth but he used to do it constantly. He actually bought some of that clear nail polish that tastes bad to stop himself. That's why his nails are genuinely nice now. He actually gets manicures now too because he won't bite them if he's spent money polishing them and keeping them nice.

He avoids confrontation. If he's in an argument he runs because fighting makes him feel sick to his stomach. he's really prone to avoid conflict which can suck in a relationship because he runs away and avoids hashing it out which makes it seem like he is being childish and avoiding the problem.

He has a terrible diet...like he's gotten better at his eating habits now that he has Victoria...but when it was just him he sucked at maintaining a decent diet. He ate a lot of Mac and cheese and TV dinners. Also he ate out a lot in between hitting the gym.

He still is pretty bad about eating too much sugar which can be a problem because he wants to set a good example for Victoria when it comes to making healthy choices.

He can also be a little addicted to working out though. He hits the gym a lot. It's because he was so scrawny when he was a kid and a teen. He started lifting weights because he didn't want to be seen as weak anymore. Now though he can overdo it and he has had to learn to set a timer for himself so he doesn't spend too much time at the gym and hurt himself.

He can be kind of a slob, it's something he has to work hard to control. Breena got him to where he had a routine when it came to actually being orderly at home with his belongings. He just has a tendency to be scatterbrained and get easily distracted which means he picks up things and leaves them where he had them which results in adhd piles.

He can also be kind of a snob, like he doesn't mean to be, but he is an intelligent guy and he can kind of find himself feeling a little judgmental if he thinks someone doesn't value education. He also can be a bit of a snob when it comes to having travelled. It's the privilege thing, he had to learn that not everyone has that chance.

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stillbandofbrothersthirsty · 3 years

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OK, Em. I'm going to need ... the biggest favor of your life... I want, no, I NEED, to have a very, very fluffy 12, with I+J that MIGHT turn into (or like get close to H) with Winters

Is this...does this.. count as fluff? Please forgive my black heart if not.

Barbara took one last, grateful drag on her cigarette before flicking it to the ground. She watched as it fell down, down between the silver benches of the bleachers that glinted with the new spring sunlight. It was warm that day. Even so, small, stubborn piles of snow clung to existence in the shadowed areas around the school grounds.

Barbara was startled by the sudden clanging of footsteps on hollow metal. Instinctively, she stuffed her pack of cigarettes beneath the folds of her skirt knowing she wasn’t quick enough to slip them into her purse that had been discarded a bleacher away.

“Oh, hi there Babs.”

Barbara had been gearing up for a confrontation with one of her school administrators but was instead met by the friendly voice of someone familiar.

“Is that Dick Winters?” Barbara lifted a hand to her brow to block the mid-day sun rays. The shaded view revealed a red-haired young man with a worn-out gym bag in hand. He looked up at her with an expression she knew well. How many times had he caught her staring at him when he was over visiting her older brother? His face said nothing but was friendly enough. His mouth hung slightly open, his puckered lips chapped as they always were. Dick looked fuller than he had before he left to train as a soldier. Although his face was the same as it had been since they had been kids, his body was no longer the underdeveloped lanky figure of a boy.

“You haven’t graduated already have you?” Dick called up. He sat on the bleachers pulling on sneakers.

“You haven’t been gone that long!” Barbara called back.

“Shouldn’t you be in class then?” His tone wasn’t accusatory nor did it hold any judgment. He was simply asking. Barbara knew he meant nothing by it and yet it triggered something defensive in her.

“None of your business, Dick Winters.”

He didn’t respond but Barbara didn’t miss the little half-smile he shot her before jumping onto the red clay track. Barbara watched him run around it for a while before the school bell rang and she decided she could manage history class that afternoon.

Barbara saw Dick around a lot in the following weeks. He was home for a short hiatus before he would return to Georgia to continue his training, this time with the airborne. The airborne was made up of a new, elite kind of soldier. If anyone could step up to that task it would be Dick, Barbara thought.

Barbara’s older brother Mac was one of Dick’s good childhood friends; meaning, Barbara's crush on him started in childhood (not that Dick ever realized). Mac and Dick had the sort of friendship that was only acceptable between men who had known each other their entire lives. Men of their time, especially their fathers, didn’t speak to each other as candidly and Dick and Mac could speak to each other. Which is why Barbara happened upon the embarrassing conversation that she did one night Dick was over.

The rest of their household had gone to bed but Dick and Mac were conversing in the kitchen under the dim light of a single overhead light.

“I’m worried about leaving her behind.”

“Has it gotten that bad?” Dick’s level voice asked.

Silence. Barbara's heart beat loud in her own ears, reverberating up her throat from her chest.

“She's just… lost.”

Barbara was desperate for confirmation that it was her that they were discussing.

Dick cleared his throat, “I knew she was a little wild before I left but Bab’s always had a good head on her.”

Barbara flushed red, heat filling her face, mortified that Dick had noticed she had gone wild. That word was never used in a nice way. It was the word used for girls like her when they didn’t have enough proof to call them whores. Just wait and see what happens, their eyes would say as they warned their sons. Stay away from those wild girls; as if their independence and stubborn resistance to being one more casualty of the patriarchy was a contagious disease. The last person she wanted seeing her as wild was Dick, the boy she had been in love with since he was a freckly kid made of nothing but knees and elbows.

“She is smart! She’s so smart but doesn’t have vision for-,”

Barbara couldn’t take it anymore. She stepped into the kitchen with a forced smile pasted over the hurt she felt. She leaned casually against the door frame, letting her socked feet cock one of her hips out with attitude, “talking about me boys?” she asked daringly.

Dick had the decency to blush and look down but Mac had no such embarrassment, “what’re you doing awake Barbara? It’s late.”

“I’m just getting a glass of water, gosh, don't you have work in the morning?” Barbara walked over to the cabinet but not before smacking her older brother behind the head.

The following Saturday Barbara was sat at a table outside of the drugstore. It was another beautiful spring day and though there was a slight chill to the air it was nice out in the sun. Barbara had dressed up as if she were meeting friends. Her hair was shiny and curled, her lips painted a daring shade of red, and the loneliness in her eyes were perfectly hidden behind a dark pair of sunglasses through which she read Robin Hood. She was doing her best to concentrate on the words in front of her but despite her confident air she was painfully conscious of the trios and pairs of young people that kept the drugstore door bell ringing as they came and went from the soda fountain.

“Babs?” Barbara cursed at the sound of the familiar voice. She had no interest in seeing Dick today. She looked up, just barely, over the tops of her sunglasses.

“Hello Dick,” she said cordially.

“Hi,” he said in that warm familiar voice. What about his tone made it seem like they were picking up a conversation that had been interrupted? Every time.

Barbara felt herself melting right in front of him but she was determined to keep up the front she had hardened in all the months he had been gone.

“Do you mind if I…?” he gestured to the chair where her feet were currently propped. She moved them, granting him permission to sit.

“I wanted to apologize,” Dick said as soon as he sat.

Barbara pursed her lips. Her dark shades made it easier to maintain a poker face, “for what?”  

“The conversation between your brother and I that you overheard.”

Barbara stayed quiet, allowing him to continue.

“Anyways, I’m sorry if what we said was hurtful.” Dick licked his lips, giving her time to respond with forgiveness; she didn’t, at least not out loud.

But Dick wasn’t one to shy away from a challenge. He knew when to graciously bow out but a gut feeling told him he wasn’t out of the game. He leaned forward on his knees and attempted to peek under Barbara’s glasses.

“Won’t you forgive me?” he asked. Barbara set her chin stubbornly and reached for her book. She placed a hand on its cover, threatening to open the book and ignore him completely.

The corner of Dick’s mouth twitched but he resisted smiling. She looked so grown up now, so beautiful. That determined little girl he had grown up with was now a fierce young woman. Dick countered her threat with a sigh. He rubbed his hands along his thighs, making as if to stand up, “I hate to leave on a bad note with you but…”

 “What? Wait!” Barbara's hand shot out before she even had time to comprehend her own movement. Her hand fell on his knee in a request for him to stay sitting beside her.

“You’re leaving already?”

“I knew that would get your attention.” He couldn’t help the mischievous smile that quickly danced across his lips.

Barbara smacked his knee lightly, in jest, “Dick Winters!”

He settled back down in his chair, this time scooting his chair a little closer to hers. He smiled that small, cock-eyed smile Barbara never dared to dream she could ever be the cause of.

#band of brothers #request game #dick winters #dick winters x oc #fluff?

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honey-dewey · 4 years

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When I’m Older and I’m Wiser

Pairing: Marcus Moreno/ Dentist Reader

Word Count: 4,262

Warnings: General medical fic involving dentistry and recovering from wisdom tooth surgery. Mentions of pills, blood, needles, and Marcus being very high. Some use of (F/N) (L/N), but not much.

How the hell Marcus Moreno has gotten this far in his life without getting his wisdom teeth removed is beyond you. But that fateful day comes, and honestly you really should just quit being the Heroic’s dentist because it’s probably taking years off your life. Mostly because your current patient is very cute, very high, and in your care for the next 24 hours, which is a dangerous combination.

“Ow.”

Missy looked over from where she’d been getting a second glass of milk, turning her attention to her dad. Marcus was staring at the eggs on his plate, seemingly frozen. The look on his face could only be described as offended, as if the eggs had just bit him back.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, sitting back down and nudging Marcus with her foot.

“Hurts,” Marcus mumbled, putting a hand to his cheek. The last thing he had expected was pain upon eating scrambled eggs, but it was there.

Missy shrugged, digging into her own eggs. “Could it be a cavity?”

Marcus shook his head, moving his hand to his other cheek. “Both sides.”

“Two cavities?”

Giving Missy a playful dirty look, Marcus took another bite of eggs, face scrunching when the pain persisted.

Missy raised an eyebrow, and Marcus suddenly regretted having a tiny powerhouse of a daughter. “When was the last time you saw Dr. (L/N)?”

“Uh,” Marcus squirmed a bit under her judgmental gaze, thinking back. “I made an appointment right before your mother passed, but then she died and we were in mourning, and then I quit actively hero-ing full time, and then I took a while off to raise you, and then I started my new job, and then I was kidnapped by aliens, so I dunno. A few years?”

“A few years?” Missy said, cocking her head slightly. “You make me go every six months!”

“You’re still growing!” Marcus defended. “I’d be an awful parent if I didn’t keep up with your health.”

Missy sighed. “Please tell me you’ve seen an actual doctor recently.”

Marcus nodded. “Saw my GP last month.”

“Good,” Missy said. “Can you see Dr. (L/N) today please?”

Again, Marcus nodded. “Y’know, sometimes I wonder just who’s running this household.”

“It’s me.”

“I know kiddo. I know.”

Their drive to Heroic headquarters was silent, but comfortable, as it usually was. Marcus parked, the throbbing in his jaw just getting worse as he and Missy got on the bus into headquarters. Missy broke off in the reception area, heading down the hall with a wave. Marcus waved back, smiling at her as she disappeared.

Wiping his hands on his shirt, Marcus walked up to the receptionist, who gave him a friendly smile. “Hello Marcus, what can I do for you?”

“Hey Rhea,” Marcus said, leaning slightly on the counter. “When’s my first meeting?”

Rhea hummed, putting his name into the computer and clicking a few times. “Looks like your earliest meeting is at 2:30.”

“Awesome,” Marcus groaned. “Does Dr. (L/N) have any available appointments in the morning?”

“Has someone been skipping out on the dentist?” Rhea said jokingly, moving to a different computer screen. “Was it Missy who made you go?”

“Yeah.”

Rhea laughed. “That kid,” she said softly. “And you’re in luck. Dr. (L/N) has an available appointment in half an hour, at nine. I’ll get you set up with it, okay?”

Marcus sighed. “Yeah, that works. Thank you Rhea. I’ll see you later.”

He waited for his appointment in the hero lounge, reading a book and chewing absently on his thumb nail. When his watch read ten 'til nine, he put his book in his bag and began to make his way down to the medical wing of the building.

The medical wing was not one Marcus was in frequently. He knew some of the staff, but not all of them. But he waved to them all the same, eventually reaching the dentist’s section with five minutes to spare.

“Mr. Moreno!” The nurse behind the reception counter said cheerily. “I thought it had to be a mistake when I saw you had an appointment.”

“Please,” Marcus said. “Just Marcus will do.”

The nurse nodded. “Of course. The doctor will be right out. You’re her first of the day, and honestly, I think she thought your name was a typo too. It’s been too long.”

Marcus sighed. “Yeah. Missy chewed me out about that earlier.”

“I’ll bet.” The nurse gestured to a row of chairs. “Take a seat. I’ll go see if the doc is ready.”

Marcus sat down, rubbing his hands up and down his thighs in an effort to calm his nerves.

“Moreno?”

He looked up, heart suddenly beating fast. Standing in the doorway that separated the waiting room from the actual office was Dr. (L/N), looking very expectant and a tiny bit disappointed.

———

Marcus stood, following you back into the office. His steps behind you were nervous, a high contrast to the confident clicking of your shoes.

“Long time no see,” you said, pushing open a door and gesturing Marcus into the exam room. “What finally brought you back?”

“Aside from Missy?” Marcus asked, sitting in the chair and rocking his left foot back and forth on the ankle. “I woke up this morning and it hurt to eat breakfast.”

You nodded, washing your hands and donning a pair of gloves. “And there wasn’t any pain last night?”

“Maybe a tiny bit.” Marcus watched you sit on a rolling stool, moving so you were just at his side. “But nothing I was worried about.”

You crossed your legs, thinking. “Did you do any intense training in the past 24 hours?”

“Nothing involving my head.”

“Well then it’s probably just a cavity or two,” you decided, rolling closer to Marcus’s head and putting both feet on the floor. “Let’s take a look, get some x-rays, and see if we can’t have you feeling better soon.”

You adjusted the chair so Marcus was staring up at the ceiling, and at a large space mobile you’d hung ages ago. “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

You smiled, pulling a mask up over your nose. “Relax Marcus. I’m not gonna hurt you on purpose.”

Marcus still squirmed a bit as you examined his mouth, your brows knitting tighter and tighter as you realized this wasn’t a simple case of a few cavities.

“Marcus,” you said slowly, sitting him up and tugging your mask down under your chin. “You’re in your forties, right?”

“Yeah?”

“Please tell me you don’t still have your wisdom teeth.”

Marcus shrugged. “I don’t know. Why? Is that a bad thing?”

“Most people have theirs removed when they’re teenagers,” you explained, pulling down the x-ray machine. “That way, there’s less risk of nerve damage. It’s not a bad thing to have them removed later in life, but it does come with higher risks.”

“Oh.” The reassurance didn’t comfort Marcus much as you softly directed him through the various x-rays.

You pulled the piece of plastic out of his mouth as the final x-ray hit your computer. “Sorry about that,” you said, watching Marcus rub his face. “I know it sucks. But, good news, I have an answer for you.”

You let Marcus turn so he was facing your computer. “It’s definitely your wisdom teeth,” you said, tugging your gloves off and pointing at the computer screen. “See? All four of them are coming in, which is impressive. I can probably take them out tomorrow, honestly. Those suckers can get really painful really fast, so we’re gonna want to take care of it as soon as possible.”

Marcus paled. “Tomorrow?”

“That would be best.” You put a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, it’ll be okay. I do one of these surgeries like, once a month. I know what I’m doing, and you’re going to be just fine.”

“Okay,” Marcus said, nodding and staring at you. “I believe you.”

You smiled. “Perfect. So I can schedule your surgery for super early tomorrow, I’m thinking around seven, maybe seven thirty. We wanna get it out of the way early because you can’t eat anything for twelve hours beforehand.” As you explained, you gathered some papers from a desk drawer. “I assume you want general anesthesia.”

“Is that the option where I sleep through it all?”

“Yep,” you said, stapling the papers together and handing them to Marcus. “As per protocol, we’re going to need reassurance you’ll be with a responsible adult guardian for at least forty eight, if not seventy two hours post surgery. The first twelve to twenty hour can be brutal, so you definitely want someone there during that.”

Marcus shook his head. “I haven’t got anyone besides my mom, who I assumed would be taking Missy while I healed.”

“That’s okay,” you promised. “We can get someone here to care for you for two days. You’d have to stay here at headquarters, but you’d be comfortable and cared for. Whatever you do, I’ll call in some pain prescriptions and the like for you to pick up after work today. Just see the pharmacy out front and they’ll give the pills to you.”

You stood, gesturing Marcus up. “So, to recap. Get here early tomorrow, no food after seven tonight, and wear comfy clothes. Most patients go with sweatpants, but you go with whatever is most comfortable to you. Bring a change of pyjamas and your prescriptions if you’re staying with us, and I’ll see you tomorrow Mr. Moreno,” you said as you led him back to the lobby.

Tomorrow came faster than anticipated, and before you knew it, it was seven AM and you were waiting for Marcus with your nurse beside you.

“Damn his mouth is messed up,” the nurse mumbled, looking over the x-rays. “All four?”

“All four,” you agreed, smiling as the lobby door opened. “Mr. Moreno! Follow me. I assume you stuck with the rules I gave you yesterday?”

“Yeah,” Marcus said, handing you the paper bag with his prescriptions and a small drawstring bag that presumably had clothes in it. “I’m gonna be staying here.”

“Perfect,” you said, pushing open the operating room door. “I see we’re dressed for the occasion.”

Marcus turned red, looking down at his soft black sleep pants and a worn out Fleetwood Mac shirt. “Yeah.”

You put Marcus’s stuff down on the counter, handing him a small white cup. “That is a super powerful mouthwash,” you explained. “Take it, and do try and keep it in your mouth for a minute. I know it tastes horrible.”

Marcus did try, but he only made it to thirty seconds before he had to spit out the disgustingly bitter mouthwash.

You laughed at his face, pulling on your gloves. “Alright Marcus, that works.”

He smiled softly, relaxing a tiny bit. “Thanks.”

“I wouldn’t thank anyone who made me take that stuff,” you said, grabbing a thin tube and holding it out. “That goes under your nose and over your ears, just like that,” you praised as Marcus threaded the tube over his ears. “Now, can I see your hand?”

Marcus let you clip a heart rate monitor to his right index finger, watching as you walked to his other side and held up the final thing. “And last, but not least.”

Immediately, Marcus looked extremely nervous again. You put down the IV line and rubbed his shoulder, trying to work away some of the tension. “Hey. Look at me. Just a pinch, and then you can take a nice long nap, okay? Deep breaths Marcus, deep breaths.”

Marcus took a breath, and you carefully took your hand off his shoulder. You slowly directed his head onto the chair’s headrest, still murmuring reassurances. “That’s it. Count the stars on my mobile out loud. I can’t remember how many there are.”

“Okay.” Marcus looked up, slowly counting out loud as you found his vein and stuck him with the IV line as quickly as you could. You administered some of the anesthesia, smiling as Marcus’s numbers began to slip and slide, until he wasn’t even counting as much as he was just mumbling out random mushy words.

“Goodnight Marcus.”

You gestured the nurse in, and she smiled, taking Marcus’s glasses and setting them on top of his other things. You finished off the anesthesia, watching Marcus’s eyes close.

When he woke again, it was to you pulling the IV line out and taping a cotton ball to his arm. “Wa’s happ’nin’?” He slurred around the cotton and the drugs.

“The surgery was a success,” you explained softly, despite Marcus not really understanding you. “All four teeth came out with no issue, and we’re about to take you to recovery. Oh, Marcus, keep your head up.”

Marcus struggled to keep his head upright, and you giggled, holding your hands out. “C’mon. Let’s get you into a real bed.”

You’d been through this with many patients before Marcus, but he seemed to be a stand-out, as you had some trouble getting him in the wheelchair and down the hallways into the recovery wing. He definitely fell under the ever entertaining category of ‘toddler high’ patients. His slurred words and puppy dog eyes made you laugh more than once on your way to his room. You actually had to stop and pause to laugh when he slurred out that he thought you were an Angel. He simply watched you with an exaggerated worried expression, half his words getting lost as he tried to mumble something out.

“What was that Marcus?” You asked, wiping your eyes and continuing down the hall with him.

“You’re tho prethy.” He said, head tipping down.

“Head up,” you coaxed softly, smiling despite yourself. “Look, there’s your room.”

Getting him in the room, which was more of a small, one person condo space, was thankfully the hardest part. But once you were in, he was very sleepy putty in your hands.

“Okay Marcus,” you said gently, helping him out of the wheelchair and onto the couch, piling a few pillows beneath his head “Do you want anything before you go to sleep?”

Marcus looked up at you. Between his cotton stuffed cheeks and his wide doe eyes, he looked a tiny bit ridiculous. You smiled, pulling out your phone and snapping a quick picture while he was still drugged as hell. “Marcus?”

“Mittenth.”

“What?”

Marcus pointed to his bag. “Mittenth.”

You walked over to the bag, opening it up and finding a black and white stuffed cat right on top. “Oh. Mittens.”

You handed the cat to Marcus, who immediately snuggled it to his chest and rolled over a bit, falling asleep instantly.

Again, you couldn’t help but stare. He looked so innocent like this, all curled up and sleeping. You hesitated to call him adorable, but if the shoe fit.

You sighed, picking up your phone and trailing into the single bedroom. Changing quickly into your leisure clothes, you texted one of the people at the pharmacy and requested a few ice packs and a wisdom tooth slushee. Both things were delivered in a matter of minutes, and you placed them securely in the small freezer to wait for Marcus.

When he woke up, he was significantly less high. Looking around, Marcus poked his cheeks and made a face. “I can’t feel my nose.”

“The entire bottom half of your face is numb,” you pointed out from your position at the two person table in the kitchen. “And believe me, you’re gonna want it to stay that way.”

Marcus sat up, looking over at you. “I’m hungry.”

“No solids for a while,” you told him, standing and grabbing his slushee. “But you can have this. And before you ask, yes you have to use the spoon.”

Marcus pouted, but took the slushee. “But the cotton.”

You nodded, settling on the couch next to him. “Open wide.”

Marcus did, allowing you to shove two fingers into his mouth and fish out the cotton. “Still bleeding,” you mumbled to yourself. “We’ll shove more in there when you’re done. For now,” You tipped the slushee at him. “Eat up.”

You turned your attention to the TV while Marcus ate slowly, taking tiny bites and occasionally sticking his tongue out. “It’s really numb.”

“That’ll fade by tomorrow morning,” you promised. “At noon I want you to take your first pills. Then you get more at one.”

Again, Marcus pouted, but simply sank lower into the couch cushions and mindlessly watched whatever was on TV. “Is my face swelling?”

You shrugged. “No more than other patients. But yeah, just a bit.”

“Do I look stupid?”

The question made you laugh. “Marcus, I’ve had so many ridiculous patients. You’re no worse than some of my other ones, I promise.”

Marcus accepted this and continued to take small bites of his slushee. “Why’s it gotta be blue?”

“Because blue isn’t even remotely close to red.” You didn’t even look up as you answered. “Same goes for when little kids get teeth pulled. You want something that’s soft, easy to swallow, and isn’t the color of blood.”

“Oh.”

You nodded. “Yeah. How’s your mouth feeling?”

Marcus mulled it over, eventually deciding on saying “Kinda achy.”

“I’ll give you those pills soon,” you said. “It’s gonna be tricky, considering any kind of anything touching those holes in your mouth is gonna hurt like a bitch.”

“Even water?”

“Even water.”

Marcus groaned, and you shrugged. “Sorry. But you’re the one who waited until now to do this.”

When Marcus finished his slushee, you grabbed a pill bottle off the kitchen counter, quickly glancing at the label and nodding. “Two of these,” you said, opening a cabinet and taking out a glass. “Come here.”

Marcus trudged over, leaning heavily against the counter’s edge. You put the two round pills on the counter, along with the glass of water. “Best to do it quickly. And one at a time.”

Picking up one of the pills, Marcus carefully put it on his tongue, taking the glass with a hesitant hand. He took a sip, swallowing quickly and audibly. “Can’t I use a straw?”

“Yeah,” you said sarcastically. “If you want dry socket, go ahead.”

“Do I want to know what that is?”

“Nope.” You pushed the second pill towards Marcus. “Take that, then you can lay back down.”

Marcus sighed, mirroring his previous action. However, instead of simply swallowing with a tight face, Marcus started, eyes filling with tears as he spit the water into the sink, the pill clattering against the metal.

You immediately began to worry as Marcus cried. It wasn’t a small tear or two either. He was full on sobbing, gripping the edges of the sink so tight his knuckles went white.

“Marcus,” you murmured, putting a hand on his arm. He looked up at you, and you put on your most comforting smile. “Hey, it’s okay.” You picked up a towel and slowly wiped the residual water off his face. “C’mere.”

He collapsed into your arms, going limp and continuing to cry. You rubbed his back, heart tightening whenever he let out a whimper of “hurts.”

“I know,” you said softly. “I know it hurts. But you have to take the pills.”

“Can’t,” Marcus hiccuped, burying himself deeper into your sweater.

“Marcus,” you said firmly, slowly untangling him from you. “I know it hurts. But you’ll be in more pain from not taking the pills. Please, for me?”

He took a breath. “Can we watch TV afterwards?”

You smiled. “Of course. I can give you ice for the swelling too.”

Marcus nodded, looking into the sink. “Do I take that one?”

“No,” you said, fishing a new pill out of the container. “It’s in the sink, I’m not gonna take that risk. Here.”

Marcus stared at the unassuming white pill in his hand. “Which one is this?”

“The acetaminophen.”

“The what?”

“Tylenol.”

Marcus nodded, popping the pill into his mouth and quickly gulping down the water. This time, he avoided hitting his stitches and simply handed you the glass. “I’m not doing that again.”

You took the glass, putting it in the sink. “You have more pills to take in an hour.”

Marcus groaned. “TV?”

“Of course,” you said, walking to the couch and smiling as Marcus fell onto it. “What do you wanna watch?”

Marcus turned his red rimmed puppy dog eyes on you. “Say Yes to the Dress?”

You laughed. “Are you serious? We can, but that’s not what I expected at all.”

“I like trash TV when I feel terrible.” Marcus grabbed Mittens and cuddled the stuffed cat to his chest.

You found the show, setting it up and standing. “More cotton. You're probably still bleeding, and we definitely don’t want that. Open.”

It took some finessing to get two more wads of cotton into Marcus’s mouth, but you succeeded, despite his complaints of feeling like a cartoon chipmunk.

“I’m gonna go start on dinner,” you said. “Are you gonna be okay here?”

Marcus pouted. “Do you have to start now?”

“Yeah.” You gestured to the kitchen. “Don’t worry, I’ll only be gone for twenty minutes. Soup just needs to sit for a while.”

Slightly consoled, Marcus zoned out at the TV while you got to work making a simple chicken noodle soup.

“Done,” you said, wiping your hands and walking back to the couch twenty minutes later. “Marcus, are you still awake?”

Marcus grumbled, holding his hands out. “C’mere.”

You passed him an ice pack, and he made a face. “Not what I want.”

“What do you want?”

As if somehow knowing they were your kryptonite, Marcus gave you his puppy dog eyes. “Wanna hold you.”

You sighed, but crawled into his arms anyway. When you finally settled, he was on his back, head and neck propped up on the arm of the couch, and you were on your side between the back of the couch and Marcus. He was warm, wrapping one arm loosely over your waist and using the other hand to press the ice into his cheek.

You quickly slid into a nice comfortable headspace, occasionally smiling when Marcus commented on the wedding dresses on screen.

“You dropped Mittens,” you realized after a while, shuffling to grab the discarded toy from the floor.

Marcus took Mittens, gently placing the cat on his chest, so that it was secure on his sternum.

“Does Mittens belong to Missy?”

“Belonged to Clara.”

“Oh.” You saw the change in demeanor, noticed how Marcus’s face steeled when he said her name. He rarely talked about Clara, especially at work. “I’m-“

“Nah,” Marcus said, shaking his head. “It’s the past. I’m happy now, and so is Mittens.”

You nestled deeper into his chest. “Happy right now?”

“Definitely happy right now,” Marcus said softly. “Very happy, even though I can’t feel my face.”

“Even if you could,” you mumbled, knowing where this was headed. “You can’t kiss anyone for a while.”

Marcus grinned. “I guess we’ll just have to wait then, won’t we?”

You mirrored his mischievous smile. “You can’t kiss,” you said, scooting upwards, until you were laying on top of Marcus, your belly on his ribs. “But I can.”

You lay gentle kisses across his cheeks, smiling when he laughed at your insistence upon kissing his nose. His cheeks were cold from the ice and tender from the swelling, but Marcus never tried to stop you, so you continued downwards, kissing the pulse points on his neck.

“You’re a damn tease,” Marcus huffed.

You simply smiled into his skin and tugged the collar of his shirt down, pressing firm kisses into the points of his collarbones.

“Hey,” Marcus nudged your head. “Can we finish this when I don’t have a mouth of stitches? I still can’t feel my tongue.”

“Of course,” you said, pushing his shirt collar back up and laying your head on his sternum. “How long?”

“Hm?”

You shrugged, watching a woman try on a stunning wedding dress on the TV. “How long have you wanted to kiss me?”

Marcus thought it over. “Last year,” he finally decided. “When Missy had three teeth out. You were so kind, and I just melted.”

“But you didn’t fall in love hard enough to ever pay me a visit,” you teased, tracing the faded symbol on his shirt.

“Didn’t ever want to go under and realize I’d spilled everything,” Marcus confessed.

You smiled. “Too late. You said I looked like an Angel in the hallway.”

Marcus turned bright red, and you laughed at him. “It’s okay,” you promised, kissing his cheek that didn’t have the ice pack. “I think you’re pretty handsome yourself.”

That night, after dinner and more pills and ice cream for dessert, you and Marcus settled down in the only bedroom, clinging to each other as if your lives depended on it.

Waking up was hard. Marcus was well enough to go home, most of the swelling gone and the numbness completely faded.

“So,” you clicked down the halls of the dentist’s office, Marcus behind you. “No really hot liquids for another few days, and try not to do solids until then either. That antibacterial mouthwash should be used twice a day, and you can start brushing your teeth again in two days. Remember, no straws, take your pills, keep icing your cheeks, and if I see you in this office before this time next week, I will be calling your mother.”

Marcus nodded as you pulled open the lobby door, where Anita and Missy were waiting. “Anything else Doctor?”

You shook your head. “You should be all clear Mr. Moreno. I’ll be seeing you for your check-up next week. Don’t you go skipping out on me now.”

Marcus smiled. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he promised, leaning a bit closer to you. “And I cannot wait to kiss you for real.”

He pulled away, leaving you flushed and dizzy. “See you next week Doctor.”

“See you next week Mr. Moreno.”

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