#anyway enjoy this mess of a gifset

[pamrak]

KHEMJIRA & PHRAENARIN DENIED LOVE, EP3

[clericofshadows]

temptations

Description: After Regis and Zaeed secured both the bombing fleet and the name of the colony threatened by Cerberus, they were left alone in the apartment, and Zaeed can't resist teasing his lover.

Paring: Regis Shepard/Zaeed Massani, referenced Regis Shepard/Kaidan Alenko/Zaeed Massani

Rating: E (Relevant tags: Oral Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Snowballing)

Notes: This is pure PWP inspired by a gifset I made and a tag by @edains <3

Regis watched the ambassador walk away with a glare still on his face.  What a fucking mess.  He turned to Zaeed, tilting his head to the side.  “So, this is where you ran off to.”

“Told ya I had a mission to deal with,” he replied, crossing his arms.  “And you got yourself involved anyway.”

“Message from the Primarch asking me to inquire into the situation,” Regis explained.  “You know me.  Chances are, it’s going to end up on my desk at some point.”

“I wanted to avoid that.  You have enough on your goddamn plate.  Especially after that damn coup,” he said, stepping forward into Regis’s space.  

Regis eyed him, clothed in his old yellow mercenary armor instead of his commissioned gear. “What made you bring that out?”

“Expectations,” he shrugged. “Most know I'm Alliance now, but not everyone.  You see me show up in this getup and they see Massani, legendary Merc, and not Massani, Shepard’s dog.”

Regis narrowed his eyes at the last statement. Zaeed said it so casually, like it didn't bother him, but it struck a nerve with Regis. 

Considering he's been called Kaidan's guard dog on a few occasions…

“You've been hearing that a lot?” He asked. 

Zaeed barked a laugh, motioning at his expression. “Oh, you don't like it?  Thought you would. I am yours, after all.”

Regis opened his mouth to reply, but Zaeed stepped closer, putting a gloved finger to his lips. “No, you like it, don't you, knowing you have me leashed to the Normandy. You don't like it when others say it like it's a goddamn terrible fate for me.��

Regis kept his expression still, but his lack of response made it clear that Zaeed was right on the money. Always too easy for him to read. 

Zaeed pulled him forward by the collar of his officer uniform. Regis let out an undignified gasp as Zaeed pressed his lips against his, backing him up against the bed in the apartment. Regis pulled away when the back of his legs hit the edge of the bed. “C-sec will be swarming this place after the mess we left.  And there are bodies in here because of you.”

Zaeed continued to kiss down his neck, unzipping the high collar. Regis tangled a hand in his hair despite his protests, gasping out his name at the attention. “Don't worry. They're down with a tranq. Won't wake up until a few hours later.  They're fine. We're as good as alone.”

“That's not what I was worried about.”

“You protest so much yet you aren't pulling away from me,” Zaeed purred up against his ear.  Regis closed his eyes and shivered.  He's right.  A little push with his biotics and he'll be off. 

The public theatrics weren't always his thing, preferring to let loose only in the gaze of his lovers.  He's not Kaidan. 

Still, the door has been locked by his own personal programs and laced with his Spectre ID if someone were to come knocking.  Enough to ward anyone off for a bit longer…

Not they they weren't far from a C-Sec outpost or anything.  He definitely didn't scope it out before running into the apartment complex to deal with the situation. Nope. 

“You know, we have a large bed in the Normandy.  With Kaidan.   And a locked door I can trust,” Regis said, throwing his head back and planting his gloves hands on the edge of the bed, groaning as Zaeed unzipped the rest of his jacket and pushed his hands underneath his undershirt, untucking it from his pants 

Zaeed hummed, moving to kiss down his chest, teasing his nipples with biting kisses and healing licks, the sharp hint of pain enough to make Regis bite his lip to hide how much he was enjoying it.  The smirk Zaeed gave him showed that he did a terrible job of it. “And we are alone, in this room, away from responsibility for one goddamn moment. He'll understand.”

“Would he?  He just got back on–goddammit Zee.” Zaeed stuck his hand down Regis's pants, rubbing his covered dick. 

“See, you like this. You like talking up a storm about it, but you submit in the end.”

Regis glanced over to the door. “You are not making a mess of my uniform.”

“I'll clean you up nicely.” He licked his lips. “Let your guard dog continue to clean up your messes.”

And that right there went straight to his cock. “Fuck you, Zee.”

“I didn't hear a yes,” he said pointedly, but he went ahead and started to get on his knees anyway, hands stopping at Regis's belt. 

One of the many reasons why he loves him so much.  Always checking in. 

“Don't expect anything from me in return,” Regis said with a sharp look. “Go ahead, Zaeed.”

“Spoilsport,” he snorted. “At least my gear hides it better than your leathers.”

“I’ll let Kaidan know what he missed out on and let him decide what he wants to do with you.”

“You say that like I consider that a bad thing.  Maybe I want him to fuck me into our mattress, hmm?” Zaeed finished undoing his belt and pushed his pants and briefs down just enough to give him access.  Regis whined at the sensation of his cock being freed, barely able to take that in before Zaeed licked a long, slow stripe up, starting at the weeping head and nuzzling into his hair at the root.  He flicked his tongue into the slit, circling the head of his cock before pulling off, a string of saliva connecting them briefly.  

“God, Zee–” Regis moaned.  “Don’t tease me now.”

“So, I can tease you later,” he murmured, breath ghosting against his sensitive dick.  “Good to know.”

“You know that’s not what I–oh fuck me,” Regis gasped out.  Zaeed took him in one swift movement, swallowing him down with hollowed cheeks, the warm, wet mouth of his gliding across his skin with expertise.  

He’s not going to last long.  Regis clumsily grabbed his hair for more purchase, his other hand tightly grabbing the sheets of the bed behind him.  He hoped this apartment was vacant, and hated to imagine the occupant coming back to this fucked up mess of a situation.  

Zaeed chuckled around his cock, sending pleasurable vibrations up his spine, knowing his lover was overthinking the situation as Regis always does.  How Zaeed managed to get two boyfriends that got lost in their heads, Regis didn’t know.  

Zaeed’s grip on his hips tightened, the metal of his glove digging into his skin.  A sharp bite Regis wanted more of, accentuated by a twitch of his dick.

Zaeed dug his fingers into his sides tighter, leaving marks and bruises waiting to rise to the surface of his skin.  Regis threw his head back and moaned, unable to keep quiet any longer as Zaeed continued to work him to a fast-approaching orgasm.  Moving up and down his cock with just his mouth, popping off to tease the head with loving kisses before swallowing him back down, curving his tongue around the underside of his cock, renewing his pleasure and pushing him closer to the edge, electricity crackling underneath his skin with every move by his boyfriend.

Regis’s corona roared to life, enveloping him in a light purple glow, unstable with dark energy as it pulsed and flickered.  Regis was a mess, sweat beading on his forehead, curls sticking to his face, making uncontrolled sounds of pleasure and delight, stuttering out Zaeed’s name when he did something just right.

Zee wasn’t any better, moaning and grunting around his cock, spit and pre coating his lips and his chin, a lewd sheen in the bright light of the apartment.

Zaeed adjusted his position between his legs and angled himself just right to get him even deeper into his throat, his length hitting the back of his throat with barely a flinch.

Regis’s grip on Zaeed’s hair tightened, and his corona flared out in wisps of violet, surrounding Zaeed in its aura, coming  down his throat with a shout.  Zaeed swallowed him down, not letting a single drop escape.  True to his goddamn word that he’d keep Regis clean.

His legs trembled, his cock flaccid and sensitive in his mouth.  Regis wiped at his eyes and forehead with a gloved hand, letting out a whine as Zaeed continued to taste and tease to the point of oversensitivity. 

He finally backed off his length with a click of his tongue, tucking him back into his pants and putting him back together as if Regis wasn’t the recipient of a mind-blowing orgasm.

The only sign of their actions were slightly wrinkled sheets at the end of the bed.

After Zaeed zipped back up Regis’s jacket, he claimed his mouth once more and opened his mouth and–oh.  Zaeed pushed a small amount of his come into his mouth, cupping the back of his neck in a tender way that contrasted the utter debauchery of the act.  Regis obligingly swallowed himself down, moaning at the taste of himself on his lover’s tongue.

“See, that wasn’t so bad,” Zaeed teased, his voice taking on an even rougher growl.  

He’s right, it wasn’t.  It was a bit weird that it was taking this long for C-Sec to show up, but he’s blaming that on all the thinned resources since the coup.  Maybe.  

“I love you, but–”

“No buts.  Unless you’re about to show off yours.”

Regis tried to glare at him for that terrible comment, but it clearly didn’t work.  Zaeed smirked at him mischievously and swatted his ass before heading over to the door.  “If you didn’t want me to talk about your ass, you shouldn’t have worn that outfit.”

“It’s a standard officer uniform!”

“Not when you and Kaidan wear it.”

Insufferable bastard.  Regis rolled his eyes.  “Can we get the hell out of here now?  C-Sec has to be on their way.”

“No, they aren’t,” Zaeed said, unlocking the door with his personal override.

Regis stopped in his tracks.  “What do you mean, they aren’t?”

“I mean that I messaged Kaidan to hold them off until we secured the area.  And now we have.”

“You–”

Zaeed had his omnitool out.  “Scheming bastard?  Yes, I goddamn am.”

Regis shook his head, pushing past him. “I can’t believe you two.”

“You love us.” Zaeed caught up to him and held out his hand.  Regis took it with a roll of his eyes.

“Unfortunately.”

“Put it this way, you can have our way with us back in our cabin.”

“You want me to punish you, it doesn’t really work that way.”

“This was as much as Kaidan’s idea as it was mine, you know.”

“Which part?  The mission or you getting me off in public?”

“You know the answer to that already.”

“Tell Kaidan to get settled in our cabin once he gets back to the ship, if he isn’t already there.  I also want you to head straight there.  I will be a few minutes.  I trust that you both will know what that means.”

“And then?”

Regis stopped in his tracks and pushed out just enough dark energy to make his eyes glow purple along with the red leftover from Cerberus’s enhancements.  “It will be a surprise.  You like those, don’t you?” Regis purred, deepening his voice.

Zaeed shivered at his look.  “Maybe not when you say it like that.”

“It’ll be fun.  Trust me.  Get out that omnitool.  Or else my surprise will take on another edge…”

[whumpypepsigal]

Did you watch the new flash movie? It is out now on streaming. Barry Allen is my fav DC character I was so excited for this movie but the actor playing Barry is so problematic I wished they recasted them. It even has good Barry whump in it that is ruined for me now. It’s very unfortunate. p/s: the movie is a bad-CGI-mess.

Anyways, I love Michael Keaton so is it okay for you to gif his batman whump scene? I love your blog.

hi yeah i did and the movie was … hard to watch. it was all over the place and i couldn’t get past the bad vfx/cgi stuff. and yeah i feel you about the barry whump- it is the type scenario/trope i enjoy the most too where a character loses their powers and then make themselves undergo the same painful experiment that gave them the power in the first place. imagine if movie!barry was played by grant gustin-a girl can only dream! this is what happens when problematic actors ruin the enjoyment of good characters. oh well…

i just posted the gifset you requested. hope you like it. enjoy 🧡🧡

[nicky35]

Thank you for those gifs. I'm so in awe of how it looked as if they clicked immediately upon meeting. They were in their own little world, and Zia had a front row seat to those two doing secret handshakes and stuff. Lol.

Anyway, I keep looking at those gifsets, and they're calling me single ..

i love watching it but i've had teammates who were messing around and it can be annoying af. glad i can just be an observer and enjoy how sweet and adorable they were.

[izzy-hands]

#the blood origin trailer said let’s give the fangirls what they want

[flow2024]

miriam leone as eva kant in diabolik (2021)

[haughttopics]

Each touch. Every kiss.

[sardinesandhumbugs]

@fan-of-my-fandoms asdflkjdfI I hope you don’t mind me tagging you and your tags from this post, but now I cannot unhear that and it’s gonna haunt me every time I rewatch Good Omens from now on 

[monsoonrps]

stranger things: season one

[rocketdocket]

JJ goes off: part (1/3)

Brady: “You are using our son to get back at me, and that makes you not a good mom, Theresa!”

JJ: “Okay, you know what, hold on.”

[youtiaoshutiao]

the glory of tang dynasty || 大唐荣耀 → episode 16

I want to stay a while longer with you. I once wished to live such a life - building my home in a peach garden, leaving all the disputes far behind, living peacefully and unhurriedly. I originally thought that this would only appear in a dream. I really wish for it to be this way too.

[lcveaffairs]

(—) ★ spotted!!  KARTER WINDSOR on the cover of this week’s most recent tabloid! many say that the 33 year old looks like MICHAEL B JORDAN, but i don’t really see it. while  the FORMER PRINCE / REALITY TV STAR / INFLUENCER is known for being CUNNING my inside sources say that they have a tendency to be UNRELIABLE i swear, every time i think of them, i hear the song DOGTOOTH BY TYLER THE CREATOR  { he/him / cis male} - penned by IVY, 21, CISFEMALE, SHE / HER

hi luvs !!! i'm ivy :)) so happy to see you all ! please excuse my bad timing and bad impulse control , i just kept typing HAHA but can't wait to write with you !!

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 :

name : karter antonio windsor age : thirty - three birthday : june 4th sign : gemini - gasp !! birthplace : london , england career : formerly , prince ! now . . . reality tv star & social media heartthrob !

𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 :

soo for those who hadn't already guessed , karter completes the windsor siblings trio ! he was formerly prince of uk until a few years ago , when their parents relinquished the royal title & moved them all to america !

but let's take a few steps back. before all this , honestly , karter had very few complaints with his royal life. he always felt like he was made for a life of luxury and attention , and he'd practically come out the womb trying to charm those around him. he enjoyed his privilege and wasn't shy in using it , often grinning at all the house staff when he'd act up and asking them not to tell his parents about whatever trouble he got into.

the more stiff , less idealized parts of royalty didn't appeal to him , however. in fact , there were probably pictures released of him falling asleep during royal ceremonies & trying to escape LMAO ! it was w relatively selfish intentions , honestly , his thought always being why put so much effort into something that matters so little to me ? i wouldn't be surprised if his parents constantly had to wrangle him growing up !!

but his redeeming quality def was his charisma as i mentioned. though most can agree he wasn't the most poised prince , he was very approachable & generally not ultra uppity ? and for that , he did best in public appearances , service projects , etc. basically he was like ... i want you to adore me but not worship me !

anyways , when he got to america the best way i can explain it is modern giselle from enchanted HA ! like ... he was so overwhelmed w all this newfound freedom , not only from moving but no longer being a royal ? and well ... he went crazy.

karter wasn't even there a week before the paparazzi had pictures of him club hopping , dancing over everyone , and being an absolute mess !! sure , there were those who he knew were only talking to him for his status , but he didn't mind. in fact ... part of him liked how his title could make people's heads turn , for better or for worse. because at least they were looking at him.

i find it entirely canon that when approached by the paparazzi regarding his chaotic life he said - " if you want the royal story , read my parent's book ! but if you want to know the karter story , just turn on tmz ! i'm sure you'll find me there. "

yeah .... guys he's one of my most chaotic muses yet HAHA !!!

but soon the appeal of mindless partying wore off , and so did the intrigue of the former prince moving to town. he wanted more attention , and didn't want it to stop with his title.

so , in 2021 , he starred in a too hot to handle-esque reality show , very steamy & scandalous vibes ?? i probably don't have to explain that he had an absolute field day but ! it also blew him up once again , w him developing a new sub-set of fans who now knew him as reality tv karter , not just former prince karter !

on the show i imagine he was the epitome of this gifset , but also always saying the most off the wall quotable things during his confessionals ? and essentially became one of those people you love to hate.

so ever since , he's been wiggling his way into the mainstream influencer / celebrity culture for his own projects ! since he's done numerous modeling gigs for big companies , had small roles on several entertainment networks , and currently is guest starring as a returning contestant for the reality show he starred in !

he wanted to give acting a try but is lowkey terrified no one would take him seriously & they'd only gonna cast him for comedic relief roles. not because he wouldn't like it but like ... he would hate to feel like that's all he can do ??

fitness has always been incredibly important to him , though , and when he moved to america he had a desire to do something of true meaning that would allow him to generate his own income. his big project right now though is trying to open an exclusive gym in hollywood , where celebrities can work out amongst each other without the prying eyes of the public ! it's still in the works , but he's looking for help to get him started up !

so most of his own income has come from public appearances & sponsorships , and since most of that is getting saved up for the gym he's living relatively below his means.

his relationship w his parents has also grown incredibly complicated now , as he hasn't exactly been the model son of the year , and at the age of 33 is still making a life of clubbing and chaos. but more than that , he's been more distant from his parent's lately , as he feels close association always is going to group him as a royal and not as his own person ? so he's been more distant than usual , and he feels guilty as hell , but hasn't done much about it , either.

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀 :

I SWEAR i try so hard to keep these short and they never are ... here's to making sure i keep this personality section reeeal concise !

ok so i think i got most the obvious things out the way via his background , but as you can tell this man is a lothario !! full of charisma , heeeavy flirt , adores attention but doesn't know how to keep a relationship to save his life.

honestly though ... smarter than he comes across ! those who first meet him might think he's a himbo , because he can come across as pretty aloof , but well-meaning ! the truth is though , he is smarter than he seems , he just doesn't like to share everything w the public , but wants them to feel like they know everything. by " dumbing down " his image to a party guy he keeps the headlines about him predictable and frequent , but keeps them away from the things that truly matter to him in life.

in the romantic sense , though , he is horrid at relationships bc he a.) he doesn't want one b.) he can't tell he can come across as such an asshole sometimes by being so blunt ?? he doesn't want a relationship , and since he can be self-centered , doesn't understand that other people may ? he also sees himself as a walking red flag after all the news about him so doesn't expect those to approach him to be in the market for something seriously anyways.

part of him hates this , though , because he feels like he can't be taken seriously. numerous brands he's tried working with clown him bc of his background , and he struggles to make true friends in america bc he feels like they're all either clout chasers or just see him as someone to party with !!

that being said , he can come across as emotionally guarded bc he doesn't know who he can trust. but when he trusts you ?? ugh this man is fiercely loyal ! almost to a fault. bc on that token , he can be incredibly protective and will go to war for those he loves.

when you truly get to know him below his exterior , i would say he radiates golden retriever energy. very clingy & affectionate , dotes heavily on those he loves , as well as constantly poking fun of his loved ones in healthy doses.

when they first moved to the us , he had intended to adopt a german shepard who would accompany him on his runs , only to realize he'd said the wrong name when he asked them about the dog rescue. well out came this little yorkie and well .... he felt too bad to complain , and now he has a 8 pound dog named zoe who he accidentally fell in love with and yes she still accompanies him on his runs !!

sidenote i need to remind myself ivy u literally won't have anything else to write w people if you keep typing !! so i'm gonna stop myself here because otherwise i won't shut up !! pls i would love to plot w u all and i'm so excited to be with you MWAH !

𝐖𝐂𝐒 :

costars !! i'm keeping the premise relatively vague on purpose , but at some point in 2021 karter starred in a show similar to too hot to handle !! so i would love it if some of his costars were still around , esp if they had drama on the show ? or alternatively , someone who the show did evil editing on to make it seem like they had a rivalry when they were actually cool w each other !

roomies question mark ?? if this doesn't happen i'll probably have it be canon he lives on his own ! but tbh i could see karter being in the chaos spawn that is a content house ! probably 25+ leaning since idk i don't think he needs to be living up w people too much younger than him efjjefoijeoi ! but i think it could be so fun to have a hype house vibe except like ... they're all a little older and so it gives it a bit of a different vibe !

exes !! you'll soon see i love a messy plot so any sort of ex would be great. bitter , still a little in love , a relationship that never really became a thing , high school sweethearts ( if somehow they were in the uk lol ! )

current fwbs , messy or not ! he has both drama-filled and more tame situationships , so this could go anyway !

the one that got away ? i feel like there's max oooone person who karter truly thought he could love at some point or another. but maybe sh*t happened and they didn't make it out together. would totally love a more angst leaning plot where there could potentially still be lingering feelings but not necessarily !!

if there's any other muses from the uk , i'd also love to see childhood-oriented / long-term connections ! he's also probably much closer to them than most others in hollywood which would give a different side of him for sure !

enemies / frenemies !! i definitely think there's people who don't like karter and i would love to see some muses he has a more tense relationship w !! honestly he's drawn to people who don't like him bc he's ultra-competitive and it makes him want them to like him that much more. but on the other hand , maybe also someone he has a mutual nemesis-sort of relationship w , and who's twitter feuds are constantly making celeb gossip news ?

former tour guide also !! i assume karter's probably been to america at some point before moving , but regardless it was definitely a culture shock not only moving but to no longer be treated as royalty ?? so i think it'd be super fun to have someone who showed him the ropes around ( maybe even hollywood specifically for those who were born into the life ) , and grow close in the process ! we could also do flashback threads for this of their adventures if u would like !

any and everything else. <3 if i can think of anything better , i'll add it , but truly i love nearly everything & totally like just talking it out as well !! never feel afraid to hit me up bc if you don't have an idea , we can plot it out 'till we do !! <3

[comfortingevanbuckley]

I posted 5,619 times in 2022

That's 2,320 more posts than 2021!

623 posts created (11%)

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Longest Tag: 139 characters

#the memories i have of my brother as a toddler covering me with his blanket and stuffed animals if he saw me falling asleep are still so 🥰

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

cantlivewithoutyoumalec >>>>> comfortbuddie

Okay, I did it. 

Tagging some mutuals so you know it’s me: @fireladybuckley @songpond @therapyeddie @daylightbuddie @firemedicdiaz @outrunningthedark

19 notes - Posted March 16, 2022

#4

Alright, where’s my parallel gifset of Hen and Chimney, and Buck and Eddie working together for the first time after being apart?

21 notes - Posted May 2, 2022

#3

Bathena flirting over the cursed happenings? We love to see it.

25 notes - Posted November 7, 2022

#2

Maddie’s look of utter offense when Chimney thinks she wants to date other people still gets me months later. Can’t wait for them to realize that they only need to be together as a family with Jee. 

26 notes - Posted July 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Bold This Valentine’s With You

*Peaks out into the void* Hello, hello. So, I am super nervous because this is my first time actually writing fic for the fandom that isn’t me just writing a fic for my own eyes because I needed to get the plot out of my head. Anyway! This is my entry for the Valentine’s Gift 2022 exchange that @missmybuddie set up and I am excited to share it! So this is for @cosycrescent and I hope you like it!

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There was something special about Valentine’s Day that had been missing from Buck’s life, even if he hadn’t realized it. Sure, memories of the day were tainted by a failed restaurant date and the reminder in the form of a scar to the throat, but otherwise he could see the appeal as time went on. For a while, he didn’t feel the urge to celebrate the day, given that romance did not seem to go his way.

Lately, his time seemed spent on just enjoying the day for his niece’s sake. The night before Valentine’s Day saw Buck on babysitting duty so her parents could have a date night before spending the entire holiday with their family of three. So Buck had planned on a crafting session that he knew would end up more of a mess than anything, but would be worth it.  

Seeing Jee-Yun get so excited over putting paint on her hands so she could make hearts on a piece of paper to surprise her mommy and daddy made Buck’s heart melt. Sure, his favorite white shirt now had red hand prints all over it from when the toddler excitedly patted his arm to show him her work. But it was worth it and he could always frame it to remember the day. It was a white shirt with red on it that he would be okay seeing.

Once Maddie and Chimney picked her up, and yes Chimney, Buck did see those tears in his eyes even if he tried to hide them upon seeing Jee-Yun’s gift, Buck got to work getting ready to go see his second pair of favorite people in the world.

Buck wasn’t going to have a lonely Valentine’s day this year. Sure, the year before sucked since he had been going through a breakup and Eddie was still gone from the team. But it also brought it Maddie and Chimney’s return and the beginning of what felt like a fracture in his life piecing itself together.

It took time for Buck and Eddie to find their footing as well, getting used to a new routine of seeing each other outside of work. Awkward small talks and avoiding conversations eventually led to an argument lasting a couple weeks. It was only then that they began to communicate, figuring out how to navigate topics they had not wanted to bring up.

All that was in the past though. They were a solid team, especially since Eddie did eventually come home to the 118. He had once assured Buck that he wasn’t the one being left behind, something that took Buck a while to figure out why it had hurt so much.

In the back of his mind, he always knew there was an attraction to his best friend. But he pushed it down, not wanting to risk the best thing that had ever happened to him. Both Eddie and Christopher meant too much to him to risk a confession that could lead to another fracture, one he wasn’t sure he could bounce back from.

So lost in thought, Buck almost missed the buzzing of his phone. Picking it up from the table where he left it, Buck smiled at Eddie’s text. 

You on your way, yet? Christopher is demanding heart shaped pancakes.

Buck chuckled and responded back, Of course, anything for my favorite Diaz.

Eddie responded with the pouting emoji, so Buck sent an eye roll back, adding on Don’t worry, you’re a close runner up. The wide smile emoji he got gave him butterflies in his stomach.

Buck gathered up the presents he had gotten for Eddie and Christopher, before heading over to their apartment for dinner. He was going to be spending the night and would spend the day with Eddie and Christopher. They had planned on breakfast before having a movie marathon. But Christopher had been insistent on Buck coming over the night before, even if he would be late on account of babysitting.

Once he arrived, Buck’s heart skipped a beat when Eddie opened the door, looking casual in a red henley and sweats. “Hey Buck,” he said softly.

“Hey Eddie! I hope you didn’t save me dinner. I got my fill of chicken nuggets and peas with my best girl.” He said, walking inside and making himself at home. His jacket went on the hook next to Eddie’s and he dropped his car keys in the little bowl by the front door. Behind him, Eddie watched him with a soft smile.

“Well, I did make enough in case you wanted some. Abuela had me on tamale duty today so I saved a few.”

Buck could feel his stomach grumbling and he grinned. “I will never say no to tamales. Thanks Eds. Where’s Christopher?”

“Right here! Hey Buck!” Christopher said as he rounded the corner from the hallway. Buck immediately met him in the middle to give him a big hug.

“Hey bud! You ready for tomorrow?” Buck said, feeling warm and happy now that he was in both their presence. It was a difference from being in his loft, and the more he recognized that feeling, the more he came to accept that it did feel like home when he was with the Diaz boys.

Christopher nodded, smiling brightly, “Dad said we could exchange cards right after breakfast.”

“He really wants to give you his present, is what he’s really saying.” Eddie added with a fond smile.

Buck let out a chuckle. “I’m excited too. I was thinking that we could have a slumber party out here and then just have a lazy morning, indoor picnic kind of thing?” He looked to Eddie for approval, and the look in Eddie’s eyes sent a shiver down his spine.

It was still difficult to sometimes get a read on Eddie’s feelings, even as he was beginning to open up, mostly to him. But lately, something in Eddie’s demeanor changed around Buck and it was something that had him hoping he wasn’t misreading. Now, it just made Buck feel tingly.

“I think that’s a great plan. Christopher, why don’t you pick out a movie for us to watch while we get the living room set up?” Eddie suggested.

“Okay!” Christopher headed over to the couch while Eddie took Buck’s bag for him and placed it on the chair in the corner.

“You get the sheets and I’ll get the pillows?” Buck said as he headed down the hall.

“Works for me.” 

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DEBRIS AND MISERY

CURIOUS MINDS THINK ALIKE ; PART 5 / ?

PAIRING: Loki Laufeyson x Female!Reader WORD COUNT: 3.1k SUMMARY: Through guessing games and walking on eggshells, it’s you and Loki that dance the strange choreography of two curious minds trying to figure out the other. A/N: Slow moving chapter! If any of you speak Norwegian and know that sentence is wrong, please tell me! I took a risk, not sure if it's worth it. Anyways, I promise there’s more stuff coming in the next chapters. Tell me anything about this chapter, what you love, what you hate. Enjoy xo gif from this gifset by@marvelheroes WARNINGS: Swearing? More paperwork. support my writing through ko-fi💖 MASTERPOST ; MASTERLIST

The narration of Miss Minutes accompanying the grainy animated graphics of a training video on how, why, and when a branch of a timeline is reset seems to be the source of Loki’s absentmindedness. If he is typically referred to as outrageously and mostly unnecessarily communicative, it is his mind that beats his mouth—the tumult of his thoughts is loud and overwhelming like the people who amass at taverns every evening to drink themselves silly whilst singing jolly drinking songs until the wee hours of the morning. Except, his thoughts are far from jolly. He, mastermind of language and a silver-tongue, has no words of any language to describe the complexity of his mind with accuracy.

Kraftig regn som faller i en fossende elv.

Like heavy rain falling on a cascading river. Water from the sky on water streaming through the ground—thunderous raindrops from above against the river that strikes every rock of every winding turn.

Those were the words of his mother.

Maybe, that’s how his mind should be described.

It’s the mechanical creaks of spinning wheels against the polished floor that pulls him out of his thoughts and finds that he had been staring blankly at a page of men riding jet skis of a magazine he'd nipped from the stack of junk on Mobius’ desk for the last minute or hour. A second or a day? He isn’t sure.

Time works differently at the TVA.

“Hey Casey,” he hears you chime, the cart squeaks as it pulls to a halt. “Do you have a paperweight or something I could use?”

There’s a sound of rummaging as the clerk searches the drawers. Loki restrains the urge to look.

“Uh, yeah...Here.”

“Thanks.”

Probably an infinity stone.

The clerk then wheels by, pushing the evidence cart as he casts a cautious glance his way.

Right. He did threaten to gut him like a fish earlier on although the threat was not as deadly as he intended but proved to be surprisingly effective. Yet, Casey is probably the type to be afraid of his own shadow, he would comply with any sort of threat even if it isn't death.

Pathetic. But amusing.

The training video continues to play in the background, and Miss Minutes’ stupidly charming and cheery voice is starting to sound like gibberish to him. At this rate, it’s white noise to him—attention elsewhere but somewhat listening to a certain extent. He loves multi-tasking and isn’t afraid to admit he’s great at it though it likely plays a huge factor in contributing to the uproar of his brain. It’s why he doesn’t get any sleep for most nights.

There’s just...so much to think about.

And now, it’s filled with the reminder of how you met another version of him. Somewhere. Sometime. An inferior Loki, obviously.

Suddenly, the jet ski magazine becomes less interesting, his mind fleeting.

Discreetly, he spins in his swivel chair and sees you through inked writings and diagrams on the glass partition of your cubicle. Your coat’s discarded, and you have your sleeves rolled up, looking less formal, less tense than before. Yet, still as fierce with that constant scowl of your brows. He watches you bring your fingers to scratch the left side of your cheek and notices a vague resemblance of a fading scar.

He hadn’t seen that before.

The glowing orange hue of the soul stone sits idly on top of a stack of papers beside you.

Loki makes some sort of contemptuous noise in his mind at the sight.

The TVA is a strange place. The thought of a cosmic organization that overlooks all of the time doesn’t make it any less weird and neither do the uniforms—dull color combinations and collars that never seem to end. And the Time-Keepers, well, he isn’t sure what to make of that. Things are a little too straightforward, too simple for handling such a complex matter of the universe—Time. It doesn't make sense.

You spark his curiosity. You had a connection with him. Another Loki trusted you to a certain extent. He wonders what makes you so special, that Mobius was willing to try everything to convince you to help.

He also wonders what your name is.

The clearing of his throat comes off as a sudden and disruptive sound that resonates clearly through the somewhat silent environment of the office floor. A subtle way to gaining your attention although it's proving ineffective. You continue to flip through documents, scribbling notes on a notepad.

He wheels his chair closer to you. For a moment, he catches sight of a white mug amongst the mess. It says, 'Rocket scientist at work.' There’s no way a person as intimidating as you have that kind of mug.

He clears his throat once more.

Still nothing. It’s like he doesn't exist to you.

Then, he notes your vague attempt to fight down a growing smile.

Oh. Oh. You—

Hm.

He scooches closer and taps on the glass partition a little too aggressively.

“I know you can hear me.”

His tone comes out in a sing-song manner. Finally, your eyes turn up to meet his. They are different from when you first saw him emerged into the hallway. Less angry and shocked. Now, you just look unimpressed.

Loki somehow thinks it’s a great idea to charm his way to you.

A grin finds his way to his lips, curving widely with oozing allure.

Or so he thinks.

“Pardon me, but I believe we haven’t properly met and I didn’t catch your name earlier on.”

You don’t say anything, only blink in response.

Tough crowd.

Loki shifts in his seat.

“...What is your name?”

He articulates his words with care, and he doesn’t know why he finds it a need to tread lightly around you. Like with a touch, you will transform into a fiery beast from his childhood nightmares and eat him alive.

You and Mobius are polar opposites—personality-wise. It’s a wonder how the two of you get along.

Do you scare him? No. Definitely not.

Do you intimidate him? Perhaps. But, he will never admit it.

Maybe it’s the way you’re gazing at him with that constant, deafening deadpan look.

Then, you finally give him an answer.

“Agent.”

And with that, you're back to scribbling notes on a notepad.

Agent.

Loki scoffs silently to himself.

Well, that turned out to be completely pointless.

He turns his back to you, returning to scanning through Mobius' jet ski magazine within his grasp.

Loki doesn’t see how you’re now staring at the back of his figure, tapping your pen against the notepad absentmindedly.

Curious minds think alike.

-

You needed a change of scenery.

With all the noise of the muffling narration of the training videos from Mobius’ desk, you began to feel like you forgot how to do your job. The only job you were created for. The disturbance seems to be putting your brain into a frenzy and it’s preventing you from getting your head straight on report protocols. Trying to think of better words to describe the things you’ve seen on Sakaar that weren’t words that meant trash and didn’t end up sounding unintentionally sexual, is where you draw the line.

Times are hard for the variant turned analyst.

The archives are serene amid your solitude. Extensive tables hidden between shelves of identical-looking binders that expanded throughout the hundreds of floors of the building. The spot that overlooks the three looming statues of the Time-Keepers is your favorite. The occasional swish of a passing elevator calms your nerves from all the frustration and pressure ever since you were released from your arrest. You’re just happy to be somewhere familiar although it’s not home.

Although all distractions are gone, you manage to find new ones as you gaze at the glowing ‘357’ signage from across the building as you decide to let your thoughts run for just a little while. You feel like you’re looking through foggy glasses and your brain feels like it’s about to shut down any moment.

Dream away the pain, then.

Then, you hear a voice from afar. Two voices. It’s Mobius; you’ll recognize that quintessential Texan accent anywhere from the times he would rave about a new jet ski magazine he’d found on a mission...something along those lines.

Much to your chagrin, you also hear Loki with that irritatingly posh accent of his.

You should probably move somewhere else. Run and hide before you're being pulled even more into this mess because you know Mobius is trying to get you to spend as much time with the variant turned analyst to gain trust.

You’re still not sure how it’s helping with his case. Loki has better trust in Mobius than you as far as you’re concerned.

Before you could even gather the mess of your files, the two men you’ve been trying to escape are already by the desk you’re sitting at. You suddenly notice the stack of files on the other end of the desk, not remembering seeing the archivist putting that there.

Crap.

“Let me park ya at this desk and don’t be afraid to really lean into this work...”

You look like a deer caught in the headlights, signaling to Mobius that you really don’t want to share a desk with Loki. He continues to speak to him, ignoring your silent plea. Then, he gestures to the seat across from you.

There’s still time to leave.

Mobius addresses you with the stretch of his pointer finger.

“You, keep an eye on him. I’m gonna get a snack.”

Well, too late.

With a turn of a heel, you and Loki watch him walk away and pass neverending shelves of the archives. Once again, the two of you are left alone in the silence and the white noise of the TVA.

You meet each other's eyes at the same time, struck with the thought that you and he will probably be seeing each other a lot until the Loki variant is arrested. Plus, you’re tired of giving him the cold shoulder although you believe he deserves it.

This is a different Loki. The one who’s still power-hungry. The one who still wants to rule.

Time to start fresh.

You notice he now wears a jacket, a color somewhere between green, grey, and brown with a striking image of the TVA’s official badge above his chest. The lapels of his jacket jut out in an attempt to replicate his sense of pride and confidence.

He must have been on a trip with Mobius to the Renaissance Faire in Wisconsin, 1985. Oh, how you would kill to tag along. Everyone who knows you knows about your obsession with Earth’s music pop culture, specifically the 1980s. It explains the cassettes you have lying around. Your apartment has more of it.

Unfortunately, you're grounded. That's reality.

Thus, you decide that Loki deserves a second chance because he’s also somehow looking at you for some kind of approval. You’re starting to wonder if this is the same Loki that was tapping aggressively on your cubicle earlier on.

With an open palm, you gesture to the empty seat surrounded by stacks of binders and folders. It's the first time he has experienced some kind of acknowledgment of his presence that you weren’t ranting or screaming about. Oddly calm. Oddly inviting. Momentarily, he shifts in his stance, eyes darting between a fading figure of Mobius rounding the corner and to the seat, across from you.

The air is tense. However, still breathable.

Loki slides into the seat, legs shifting under the desk as it brushes against your by accident. You shoot him a pointed look, and he responds with a coy expression, blinking at you innocently. It’s mischievous.

Classic Loki.

You turn back to your case file, ignoring the way his gaze seems to burn holes into the side of your face for a fleeting moment before flipping a binder open from the stack to his left.

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You snore when you sleep.

Loki wouldn’t describe it as a snore; it's more of a wheeze. Soft and subtle but it’s there, cutting through the ambiance of the archives, drifting and resonating in his ears. Through turning pages, uttering words to himself for his amusement, and having an irritating lady shush him for that, he realized how it became a lot quieter. The grazing sound of pen furiously scribbling words onto the yellow notepad has stopped.

Then, he hears it. Your pathetic snores. Your cheek is unceremoniously pressed against the back of your hand while the other holds the orange pen that’s still pinned down on the paper, mid-scrawl. The tip of the ballpoint pen sits idly, halfway through the curved stroke of the last letter of the word, ‘debris.’ He cranes his neck, face tilting in an attempt to read the chicken scratchings of your handwriting.

0132: L1190 hauls me through the time door and I miserably land on Sakaar, the planet of wastelands and debris.

You are quite...miserable. In a comical way. And he knows how much you hated your time on Sakaar—Mobius warned him of your apparent irritation in reminiscent of being stranded and then having to resume paperwork immediately. He wonders if he, too, is the reason for another boiling rage.

Apparently, you were pardoned on behalf of not only Mobius but the Time-Keepers as well.

You, an agent, are recognized by the holy and almighty Time-Keepers.

You, an agent, who sleeps with your mouth agape.

The statues of the TVA’s creators loom over him like they’re watching his every step. Every movement. Every lingering thought. Right now, he has the urge to uncover, perhaps deduce, the holes within this whole mess. In a carefully calculated and discrete movement, he reaches to prod you on the forearm. You don’t move.

He prods you again.

You still don’t move.

Now, Loki is trying to chat up the archivist who watches him through narrowed eyes, glasses framing the austere and rigid structure of her face, in favor of files that turn out to be classified.

Classified, classified, classified. Only able to gain access to his own file.

His journey from the desk proved to be useless and unproductive although the much-needed stretch somehow made it a little worthwhile.

When he returns, you're surprisingly still asleep, brow twitching and lips still parted.

Aren’t you supposed to be keeping an eye on him?

The pen you held has now left your grasp, rolled over to his stack of binders. He notices the words inscribed on it, ‘Mars is there, waiting to be reached.'

Through your fury and chaos, he knows there’s a part of you that feels, a part of you that loves. And you love everything about the Midgardians’ space program. It's shown in the way you cling to collected memorabilia.

There are dark circles that adorn your shut eyes, barely hidden under your lashes. You’re exhausted, fractured.

Loki is having a difficult time trying to suppress how he likes the way the frizz of your hair glows against the glowing table lamps from the desk behind you. You’re raw, flaws presented on a silver platter for everyone to see. Maybe, that’s the reason why you entice him the way you do.

He’s staring. Right. Back to work.

Loki returns to running through neverending case files, engrossed in the pixelated monochrome images that accompany the monospace typeface of endless reports.

Then, he sees it.

‘Destruction of Asgard’ in big, bold, and red letters. It glares at him sharply, images of his once divine home of Asgard, crumbling at the feet of Surtur. Buildings, people, engulfed in the flames of the fire demon. The prophecy of the end, Ragnarok—it was meant to be.

His home, it still was. Although an untrue Asgardian.

He knows how it ends. He knows he dies. He wishes his true self, the one on the Sacred Timeline, could have done more.

He doesn’t realize the forming tears that linger. He doesn’t realize that in the sense of premonition, you’ve awakened. He doesn’t realize that even with sleepy eyes, you notice the grief that glints in his eyes.

“Are you okay?”

With three words, you’ve struck him with those eyes that seemed all-knowing. You see through the facade he has created, sealing the true nature of what is truly a child that is afraid of his destiny and to lose all he had ever known. His mother, father, and brother. His people. You see through it all.

You know that face. You’d seen it on Sakaar when he sat at the doorstep of your makeshift home, watching the splintered moon drift through the star-lit sky. You’d seen it in yourself through the dusty reflection of the screen of the tempad.

He longs for home. He longs for family.

For a moment, Loki sees Frigga in your eyes.

Then, his world shifts, hauling him back to reality. It’s you who’s across his way, not his mother. Loki blinks, partly to get his head straight with the excuse to blink away the sting in his eye. He shifts in his seat, rolling his neck and squares his shoulders.

“Yes. I’m alright. It’s just...”

Trailing off, he clears his throat. You follow his gaze and from your spot, you catch sight of those deafening crimson letters. Maybe, it was the spur of the moment. You blame your drowsy state, but there’s a growing warmth that spreads across your chest from the pit of your stomach. It’s subtle, a spark, but evident. Before you know it, you’re uttering words that leave your lips faster than your brain could perceive.

“I’m sorry.”

You don’t know when was the last time you said those words and meant it. Loki doesn’t know when was the last time he’d ever heard those words addressed to him, spoken from the lips of a stranger. Until now.

You mean it. He sees it in the curve of your brows.

Loki swallows, nodding curtly. For the first time, he has nothing to say. And as quickly as the moment comes, he brushes it off and so do you. Whatever is reminiscent of a residing unknown feeling, bubbling within, has disappeared.

He sees your hand reach for the pen and for a while, he thinks you’re about to reach for his arm.

But no, you’re back to scrawling notes on the paper and he’s back to studying useless documents.

It doesn’t take long for the two of you to fall back into your normal antics as you find yourself chasing after Loki, who abruptly left the desk with wide eyes.

Curious minds think alike. Mostly.

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Personal stuff

So, back in August of last year, I got diagnosed with Endometrial cancer.

The Covid pandemic messed everything up. I knew something was wrong but delayed going to the hospital because there were lockdowns, people were getting sick in large numbers, I decided to wait and get my double vaccination shots first and I was living with elderly folks I didn’t want to put at risk. Bad decision - take my advice, if you feel something is wrong get it checked out asap.

Anyways, we seem to have caught it just in time. To be on the safer side and in case there were microscopic tumors, I had to undergo 6 cycles of chemotherapy. It’s been some of the hardest 6 months of my life.

Today my Oncologist gave me the all clear and said I was fully cancer free. So a very happy day indeed!

As I mentioned, it’s been pretty hard. With the ongoing pandemic and low immunity levels due to the chemotherapy, it’s been 6 months since I have met some of my closest friends and family other than over videocalls. Since classes have become online, I have been able to continue teaching with a reduced work load.

But the real life social isolation meant appreciating my online interactions more . All the mutuals with similar interests. Enjoying all the puppies and kittens and nature photography, beautiful gifsets from books and TV shows, sharing the annoyance and anger at our politicians, policy, issues of discrimination. Discussing TV shows and books. Fandom drama.

It’s kept my mind off the troubles of real life, it’s made me laugh and allowed me to engage with people from all over the world having fun and taking the piss out of Jonsas and arguing and debating if Jon Snow was really ignorant on the issues of food stores or Michael Guerin’s relationships with Maria and Alex or if Rand al’Thor was adapted to TV properly or if Naomi and Holden are the best fictional couple ever and so on and so forth.

So, I just wanted to say thank you. To my mutuals, ASoIaf fandom folks, Roswell NM fandom folks, WOT fandom folks, scifi/fantasy fandom folks. You have kept my mind occupied and entertained and distracted from what has been a pretty miserable and rough 6 months.

Oh and also, life is short. Enjoy it and live it to the fullest, don’t waste whatever opportunities comes your way, spend time with your parents, treasure your friendships and don’t spend all your time online.