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Langdon’s first day back is almost as eventful as Mel’s first day here.
She knows this, because she’s hyper-aware of where he is nearly at all times, ever since she looked up as he walked through the doors and their eyes met. It’s not that she’s worried about him—he’s been preparing for this. He’s done the necessary rehab, and scheduled therapy appointments, and signed all the paperwork needed to return. It’s just that she knows he’s worried. And, well.
They’re friends, she thinks. Or at least she hopes they are. She visited him during his initial treatment, drove him to a couple of NA meetings every now and then, and spent time with him outside of his recovery whenever he felt comfortable enough to allow it. So, they’re friends. She wants his first day back to go well.
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"He, uh. He said I’d end up breaking his heart. That he was… he was my first, but he wouldn’t be my last.”
Eddie furrows his brow. Buck loves him like this—not drunk, not even tipsy, but warm enough from one beer that he lets his bitchiness creep out a bit more, and. Oh.
Oh, he thinks faintly.
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or, one more confession on the couch
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When Eddie was four years old, he made Wayne a card for Father’s Day.
Wayne had been watching the kid for three days straight now—ever since Joey dropped his son on Wayne’s front porch with a backpack stuffed full of clothes and told Wayne he had a good feeling about this new gig over state lines in Greenville then disappeared without a trace. It wasn’t the first time Joey’s passed Eddie off to Wayne without asking. Wayne sure as hell knew it wouldn’t be the last either.
The fact of the matter is Eddie was more used to seeing Wayne’s busted face those days than his actual old man, so it didn’t quite surprise Wayne that Eddie made him a card for Father’s Day. It surprised him that Eddie knew what the day was at all.
Wayne thinks about that first Father’s Day again years after the fact—twenty-five years, give or take, if he’s throwing specifics at it. He thinks about it on his third day in Belmont, staying at Eddie’s new place now that it’s all finished and settled into, and he thinks about it watching over the rim of his coffee cup as little Edwin climbs onto the stool at the kitchen counter and asks, right as Eddie slides him his breakfast, “Dad, is Wayne my grandpa?”
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“I need you to marry me.”
Robin laughs. Hand-to-God starts giggling right in Nancy’s face like Nancy’s just said the funniest joke in the world. But when she realizes Nancy’s not laughing, too, her face falls in shock. “Wait, what?”
“Robin,” Nancy stresses. “They’re going to deport me. Unless I… unless we get married. So, I need you to marry me.”
Robin gapes at her.
“Please,” Nancy tacks on.
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or, the proposal au
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“Buck—?” starts Eddie, confused, but Buck shoulders his way inside with only a muttered apology. Eddie stares after him in surprise.
“Come on in, then.”
“Eddie,” Buck begins to say, but whatever was going to follow it must die in his throat because he looks at Eddie a bit helplessly and doesn’t say anything else.
“Right,” says Eddie slowly. He closes the door. “I’d offer you a beer, but I feel like we just had this conversation.”
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the universe was made to be seen by our eyes by playedwright
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“As for your current predicament… there may be something I can do to help.” Cas looks hesitant even as he says it, casting his eyes sidelong at Dean.
Dean turns to him. “What d’you mean?”
Castiel’s lips press into a thin line, all of the jovial glint gone from his eyes. “PTSD and trauma can alter pathways and connections in your brain, in a very physical way. Because these changes are physical… it may be possible to… heal them, in a sense.”
“Heal my brain?” Dean shoots back incredulously.
or the one where they finally talk about what cas said before the empty took him
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And We'll Never Be Lonely Anymore by Traincat
Fandoms: Fantastic Four (2015), The Amazing Spider-Man (Movies - Webb)
22 Feb 2016
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"The world just looks different once you've settled down," Johnny said loftily.
"Johnny," Sue said. "You're FaceTiming me from your husband's aunt's kitchen in your pajamas at 2PM."
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Johnny moves his elbows out of chemical-spilling longitude. “How’s work going?”
“Boring. Pass me the blue beaker?”
“Mm, looks like Kool Aid. My day was great, thanks for asking.”
“I didn’t, but okay.”
“What did I do? Well, Peter, I went to my hot yoga class and looked very sexy while doing downward dog, and I reorganized my half of the closet to be color-coded because it was stressing me out, and I came up with a wonderful idea which will give us loads of happy bonding time to balance how many hours you spend pretending I don’t exist while you mix your magic potions and hocus pocus alleles all the way across town.”
That gives Peter pause. He turns over his shoulder to meet Johnny’s eyes. “We see each other too much already,” he says. “We live together. You follow me on patrol. We spend half our time supine and naked.”
“We’re going to pick up hobbies together,” Johnny says, and Peter cracks the beaker.
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the long drive, the coastline (oh, saturday sun) by orphan_account
Fandoms: Spider-Man (Comicverse), Fantastic Four (Comicverse)
29 Jul 2020
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Time is soupy, on the beach. A minute is an hour, but an hour passes with Johnny’s every blink. He thinks he naps a little. He reads a few pages of The Goblet of Fire and then puts it away. He listens to three songs and then gives up on that. Johnny’s elbows-deep in a Buzzfeed quiz that’s going to tell him which Panera bread bowl he is when one of Peter’s knobby hands reaches over and starts tugging halfheartedly on the waistband of Johnny’s swimsuit.
Johnny feels a disgusting, terrible smile burst across his face. He’s despicable. He should be locked up for this.
“Morning,” he says.
Peter blinks a little, all cow-like hazel eyes and confused flush. He grunts, wrinkles his nose, and yawns enormously.
Johnny needs to get his heart checked out, he thinks, because there’s something quite arrhythmic about it and he’s becoming worried about its function when he’s exposed to certain specific stressors. Stressors such as Peters. “Hey, ugly,” he says mushily.
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It’s been about nine hours since the fight with Galactus, and Johnny was still bleeding.
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