#bc it was gave me instant distraction

[meanslackofart]

some nights i miss omegle 😮‍💨

[straystarr]

this is how you fall in love; hhj

word count: 986

a one shot inspired by the song "this is how you fall in love" by jeremy zucker and chelsea cutler bc its so soft and bestfriend hyunjin concept eats it up (in my humble opinion)

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“How do people do it?”

“What do you mean?”

Hyunjin focused in on your softly perplexed expression, a chuckle falling from his lips at the sight of your stare fixated onto the long awaited kiss being shared by the leading characters. 

The entertainment he found in your distracted state soon craved your attention, waving his hand in front of your face just as the rolling credits came in. 

Faintly smiling at the blank screen, you turned to look at your best friend who displayed confusion and concern in his expression. 

“I was just wondering how people do it?”

Hyunjin moved his body closer, head leaning in as if to motion for you to continue your thought. 

“Fall in love I mean.”

In an instant, you fell towards the back of the couch, the pillow that was once on Hyunjin lap now falling onto yours. 

“Hwang Hyunjin, what the actual fuc-”

“Y/n its a fucking movie! They are acting sweetheart and you really made me miss the last scene!”

Letting out a sharp breath, you stuck your tongue out and slightly nudged the side of his stomach with your elbow, causing him to flinch away with a giggle. 

“I’m not talking about the movie stupid. I just mean in general, it’s a genuine question, the movie just prompted my thoughts.”

You moved towards Hyunjin, closing the minimal space between the two of you, settling closely beside him as you readily waited for his response. Tilting his head, he lifted his fingers to fix the hair on the top of your head that had been messily misplaced by his pillow throwing. The both of you paused before bursting out into giggles. 

It’s not like you were completely oblivious to the many answers that existed for your question. 

Some say, people fall in love with what makes up a person: how they laugh, what makes them cry, how they like their coffee, etc. Some say falling in love requires the essence of time and self discovery. Some say falling in love is like jumping off a cliff, only hoping that you’ll land safely in their arms. And some say, falling in love is nothing but a series of chemical reactions occurring in the brain. 

Nonetheless, everyone arrives at an answer sooner or later in their life. So, it’s always good to talk to people, gain their perspective on the little things in life, like love. 

And Hyunjin was the one person whom you turned to when it came to talking about those little things. You raised your finger towards Hyunjin's cheek, softly poking it as he kept his eyes on you, lips in a tight line while he remained silent. 

“I guess you don’t have an answer yet either.”

His shoulders lifted as he gave you a shrug while he pulled his phone out of his pocket. Music began to fill the air as the beat resonated in your mind. Your body began to respond, standing up as you pulled off the most ridiculous of moves that were a stark contrast to the song playing. 

Hyunjin brought his hand over his mouth, stifling giggles at your unrhythmic dancing that seemed to always be one second behind the beat of the song. The sight of his crinkled eyes only encouraged your tasteful movements. Before you were able to continue your shenaniganz, the music had suddenly come to a stop. 

You sent a glare towards him while he held his stomach from laughter obviously putting a pause to the music. Before you could protest, a soft melody eased your frown. You glanced at Hyunjin, immediately catching his eyes. A breath hitched in your throat the longer you stared. For the look reflected in his orbs was soft and endearing. 

With a small smile, Hyunjin stood from the couch and made his way towards you, body slowly swaying left to right. You mirrored his movements, closing your eyes as you let the tune take hold of your body as the lyrics fill your mind. Just as the chorus had started, you found yourself opening your eyes in response to the sudden warmth placed on both sides of your face. 

Hyunjin's face was only a few inches from your own, but the both of you remained still, bodies lingering in the short distance. You said nothing as his hands fell from your face, to your shoulders, and soon down your arms. The comfort of his fingers provided heat to your still state. 

His hands landed into your own, fingers playing with each other as he raised your hands towards his shoulders, putting them in place. The eye contact between the two of you brought heat to your cheeks and emphasized the pounding in your chest. 

Your chest slowly raised as he placed his hands on your waist, his fingers moulding into your skin and softly pulling your body towards his. 

“Close your eyes.”

You pursed your lips as he flashed you a small smile, closing his eyes, only leading you to follow his request. He leaned forward, setting his forehead on yours. His soft breathing fawning over your skin, a type of warmth you quickly grew fond of. 

The urge to never let him go grew with the intimacy flowing between the both of you, bodies intertwined as your feelings ached to do the same. Your bodies swayed side to side, falling into the soft melody, falling into him. As if he were holding you up, ready to catch you.

“I think this is how you do it Y/n.”

The light met your eyes before you settled on his face. His soft and kind and endearing face. 

“What do you mean?”

His eyes. Those deep brown eyes. They always calmed you down. Holding a sense of passion as they traced your features, delicately framing you in his mind.

“This is how you fall in love.”

[danikamariewrites]

believe me when i say that your blog is AWESOME, AMAZING, im in love with your writing, i think it's the most beautiful thing in the world and i want to say thank you for sharing your talent with us. if i could marry one of your fanfics, i would do it without hesitation. 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 .now that i said my thoughts about your amazing blog, i have a request... MODERN rowaelin x reader.

🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️ (fancy clothes, expensive phones, cars...) i would LOVE to see a fanfic of them in the modern world with reader🧎🏻‍♀️😫 .

no pressure, take your time, stay safe, eat healthy, sleep well, and drink water 🫂💜

Modern!Rowaelin x reader headcanon

A/n: thank you! That’s so nice of you to say and I’m so happy you like my writing (trying to make it my career if Hollywood can get its shit together lol). I love this concept, it’s amazing and I had to write it bc Aelin would thrive as modern day princess/queen.

Sending you love bestie ❤️

Warnings: none

Modern!Rowaelin would be a fucking power couple (and with you a power trio)

Let’s say for this hc that Aelin and Rowan are just a rich couple that come from old money. I’m talking old New England money but they give it a new look bc Aelin likes new stuff, Rowan is like the antique collector in the relationship

When you met they were shopping for art at the gallery you worked at

You had just graduated college a year or so ago and this was your entry level job in the art world. You were actually very familiar with the pieces the gallery sold and you have an insane memory for art history

Aelin and Rowan came in to buy a few pieces for their new apartment in the city so you showed them a few pieces since the owner was busy

The three of you hit it off and they offered to take you out to dinner once you finished with work

You met them at the five-star restaurant that was in their building and that’s when they asked you out. “We knew once we met you we had a connection. If you don’t feel the same way please feel free to reject us and we can pretend this never happened.” Aelin said

But you had felt an instant connection with them too. You felt safe and at home around them. You knew you needed to be with them

After that night you moved in with them and they talked you into quitting your job and working for their clients as an art collector

It was like a dream come true

Aelin and Rowan spoiled you with love, attention, and gifts

You weren’t always a material person, you grew up getting things you asked for that were within your family’s budget but this was a whole other level

After a year of being with them they gave you a credit card, “unlimited spending baby. Anything you want it’s your.” Rowan said kissing you on the cheek

Shopping sprees with Aelin were the best! Those were your bonding trips and when you truly got to know each other. You talked about everything while wandering the aisles of high end department stores, trying on shoes and clothes

Lingerie shopping was the most fun since you would pick out pieces that would drive him crazy (and each other)

There may have been a time or two where you both couldn’t keep your hands to yourself in the changing room

With Rowan your bonding time was going on walks or runs or him teaching you how to work out at the gym

When you were out in nature with him that’s when you saw him most relaxed (besides at home)

Your yearly summer vacation is always to Cape Cod

Both their families have beach houses there but they wanted their own in a different area, so they bought one just before they met you

The house is huge and you obviously use it more than once a year but you always had those set 2 weeks in July that you would go

No work. No distractions. Just the 3 of you, the beach, and fun times

You and Aelin of course demand the best lobster rolls which Rowan gets for you

Ice cream every night after dinner

And they buy you all the souvenirs you want

Two days before you were set to leave, you and Rowan were packing. You folded he put away (he’d never admit it but he’s awful at folding clothes but he tries)

Aelin came running into the bedroom with a shit eating grin on her face that told you two she wanted something, “Row, y/n/n.” “Yes Aelin.” You responded in unison

“I just realized we need something for the Cape house that we don’t have.” Rowan rolled his eyes, “And what would that be, Fireheart?”

“We don’t have a Jeep!” You and Rowan shared a look. “Ok A, so what do you suggest?” Aelin clapped her hands together in excitement “We’re going to get one obviously.” “Right now!?” “Yes Rowan. Come on you’re driving.”

She rushed back out of the room and you followed her as Rowan let out an exasperated sigh, tilting his head back

45 minutes later you were all sitting in the Jeep dealership

Not only did you leave with a Jeep wrangler, but she also managed to find a beautiful jet black convertible Audi

Aelin insisted you bring both to Cape Cod and of course Rowan gave in to her

[hlovescincy]

Mini Review: 5 Things I REALLY liked about "It Ends With Us" movie, and a few things I liked a little less.

📌 5 Things I liked...

1) Casting was fantastic. I remember seeing Justin Baldoni's cast search video when they were trying to find a young Blake Lively, and I scoffed at the time bc how is it possible to match up someone to her gorgeous face? But they actually did! She looks so much like her, that I almost thought it was AI over Blake's face, until I just looked it up.

2) Casting was fantastic, part 2 -  I haven't read the book so I don't know if it's true to those, but I thought every single actor seemed made to play their role. The leads, the supporting actors, everyone.

3) I liked how stunning the movie was visually. You don't always get that in dramas but you did here. All the scenes and shots of the city were beautiful, especially the restaurant and every single view of the flower shop.

4) I loved how real the love felt between all the characters. I think Blake Lively embodied love in the movie as Lily. Lily's love for Axel and her love for Ryle and her love for her mom... all of it she expressed so well. Sometimes movies about DV try to make it seem like there's no real love there and that one fell into a relationship strictly out of trauma - even though that's not how it usually happens. As heavy as it was to watch the main relationship, Lily and Ryle gave us a lot of purity to their characters so we could fall in love with them as a couple first... and feel the instant, and ongoing pain when it disintegrated.

5) I don't know anyone offscreen who has gotten out of a DV situation alive without being on the run for awhile, or some severe aftermath. But it make more sense in the movie because of the sister and law, mom, Axel and just the mere fact she had a strong support system. I am sure some people think it's unrealistic, but I think it's also important to sometimes give out hope. Some people are able to leave if conditions are right and they have other support. I think people can really use hope when 8t comes to the topic so I was glad for its inclusion.

📌 3 Things I liked less...

1) I wanted more Hisan Manaj. I would've liked to see how his character, Marshall, reacted after learning the truth about his brother in law. In all his lines I wanted just a little more of him.

2) It pains me to say this one: as someone who knows every lyric to my tears ricochet, I hated it's usage in the movie. It didn't fit the scenes it was in, not a single moment. My friend who was with me though didn't know the song and thought the words she heard were about having grace, until I explained the song is very much not that. So yeah it just didn't fit and I wish another Taylor song was chosen. Maybe it wouldn't be distracting to non-swifties though :)

3) Lastly, (and this is not about the movie as much as some of the promotion around it), I don't think a lot of moviegoers knew what to expect. Lots of people (including kids) there seemed prepared for a RomCom. After the movie, sadly I picked up conversations from girls walking out who were most disappointed that Lily didn't give Ryle more chances! That was hard to hear.

All in all I'd highly recommend the movie. See it by yourself or with friends whom you're always comfortable with. It's heavy and triggering and thorough, but it's all tastefully done. Great direction, cast, and levity to an important topic.

[imraespace]

HIHIIHIH OHYMOGSH STOP I HAVENT DONE A DAILY CHECKIN IN LIKE TWO THREE DAYS IM SORRY

igot so busy with applications plus homework on top of that 💔💔 BUT IM FINALTL FREE FOR NOW OTHER THAN THE FACT THAT I STILL HAVE MORE HW THATS DUE THIS WEEK

HOWARE YOYUUYOTU NOTHIGN HAS REALLY HAPEPEND FORME BUT IM REWATCHIGN BLUELOCK RN 😈😈

my mom gave me instant spaghetti to try and iwas so disappointed bc it was like tomato soup like the noodles were drowning int he sauce and i never wanna eat tha again.

ERMEMRMERM ILLKEEP THISONE SHORT BC I HAVE NTOHIGN ELSE TO SAY HUT ILL COMEBACK AND SEND ANOTHER ASK TRUST

three dailt questiosn bc i missed many

which bllk character would have a smiski collection bc i see my neglected three smiskis in the corner of my room rn HELP

which bllk charzcter wouls love instant spaghetti .. 💔

ANDAND AND UM would you rather be a showerhead or a faucet this question is so random .

- 🐙

HAII POPOO I MISSED YOU SM AT FIRST I WAS LIKE my notifications is missing something.. AND I EAS LIKE DID YOU DIE but then I remembered the bazillion stuff you talked abt in your last one so I was like if you're busy then it's understandable and so I patiently waited ANS IT PAID OFF!

I ALSO HOPE YOU TAKE BREAKS AS WELL

IM GOOD IVE BEEN WORKING ON MY BIO LABS and let ppl steal it from me bc they're too busy running off to witness fights THEN COME BY ME FOR NOTES haha atleast someone paid me a dollar for a file paper!!

I've been reading alot tho I'm reading a manga called the fragrant flower blooms with dignity AND I LOVE JS SM I WANNA EAT IT MEHAHSHHAHS anyways..and also this story interactive game I play it updated so i was so excited BC THE STORIES I READ UPDATED it's like episodes but better bc there's in game events like diamon rush where all choices are diamond free for a certain amount of days n stuff like that so I'm rich BUT I READ LIKE A CHAPTER IN TWO BOOKS AND I LOST SM DIAMONDS I NEED TO GET BACK MORE AND IM SO RHAKDNHAJDJED 😒😒

SEE JUST ONOY FROM 2 CHAPTERS AND THERES A LOT MORE I GOTTA READ IN DIFFERENT BOOKS. but anyways!

I tried rewatching bllk ans I got distracted LMAO

rn I'm watching jay play nocturnals I was watching kenji play it but his choices made me wanna bite my screen so..

HELPME INSTANT SPAGHETTI?? poor noodles..

ANSWERSS I sayy bachira for the smiskis nagi for the instant spaghetti AND ILL BE A SHOWERHEAD bc everyone loves showers unless you have a bathtub. I don't so shower head!

[slxtarchive]

𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 ✦ 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬. as a long time fan of sam and colby, you finally had the chance to meet them in person at a meet and greet at your local mall. of course you had always imagined how this moment would be but you never imagined it to escalate into something further…

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭. can you write an 18+ story where y/n is a fan who gets the chance the meet Sam and Colby, then has an instant connection with Colby. He reaches out and they meet up again to hang out (or multiple times, your call) and hit it off. Would love to see dominant Colby, with y/n being a little bratty. Heavy smut, please and thank you! - anon <-

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. dom!colby, sub!reader, bratty!reader, oral fem!receiving, choking, spitting, spanking, use of handcuffs, overstimulation, cream pie, degradation, praising, names like (pretty girl, slut, whore…), hair pulling… 18+ mdni !

𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬. i loved writing this bc u feel like it’s so imaginable and so fulfilling omg but ty for this request 💝 went a little bit crazy i hope the wait was worth it

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. 4.7k +

@/samandcolby posted an instagram post.

you read the notification for a second before clicking on it. it transferred you to the app where you saw sam and colby posing with the words meet and greet and the information the nearby mall they were holding it at.

your heart leaped. the mall was incredibly close by. you knew this was the chance to meet them. you had to go.

you made sure you were free the day of the meeting making sure nothing was going to get in the way.

the thought about what you were going to wear, how you’d do your hair, what you’d say. the more you thought about it, the more started to panic.

what would you say?

you shook the thought believing that when the time came you would know.

weeks passed until the day finally came. you had asked your friend to tag along with you. she agreed and offered to take a video of your interaction with them.

you thanked her. “thank you so much for coming, you’re a literal lifesaver.”

“of course y/n/n, anytime. im so glad you got this opportunity! you’ve been watching them for years.” she smiled, happy for you.

“yeah, it’s been a while. im so nervous i don’t know what im going to say.” you muttered getting your purse ready with all your necessities.

“don’t be nervous! if anything they’ll do the talking that’s how meet and greets work. you’ll be okay and ill be with you being your wing-woman!” she nudged you. you nodded swinging the purse over your shoulder and grabbing your keys from the counter.

“well, here we go.” you tell her walking out your front door.

you got to the mall early so you could get a good spot in line to meet them. the line was already kind of long once you got in it. you were excited but nervous. you distracted yourself the whole time by just chatting with your friend as well as a few other strangers who were in line to meet sam and colby.

you waited for about an hour before it was your turn to meet them. “here give me your phone, let me record!” your friend said excitedly.

“okay okay.” you responded quickly while the person in front of you was chatting with the two. you looked at them as you waited.

you had no clue what you wanted to say.

“okay you guys are next.” one of the security guards said smiling.

too late now.

“go go!” your friend whispered starting to record on your phone.

the blonde walked up to you first. “hey! how's it going?” he went straight in for a hug. “nice to meet you” he greeted.

you smiled and returned the hug back. “hi, im doing good, im y/n by the way.” you introduced yourself before turning to colby. “h-hi.” you stuttered over your words. your cheeks reddened. “sorry, im really nervous.” you smiled awkwardly.

colby thought your nervousness was cute.

“hi, im colby.” he pulled you in for a hug.

you couldn’t believe this was happening. you just hugged both of your faves. both sam and colby.

“y/n.” you stated smiling lightly.

colby gave you a light smile, staring at you for a few very long seconds before turning to your friend. “hey, im colby.” pulling her for a hug.

she smiled and returned the hug to them both. “hi! yessenia!” she smiled before going back to filming. “let me take a picture!!” she cheered.

you walked in between both of them, sam putting his arm around your shoulder and smiling at the camera. what threw you off guard was when colby stood beside you, he wrapped his arm around your waist. maybe he was just being polite but his touch ran chills through your body.

fortunately for you, colby noticed and grinned cheekily.

“sayyy cheeese!” yessenia said snapping a photo with her phone before going back to recording.

the three of you separated and you were expecting them to bid you goodbye but colby struck conversation with you while sam chatted to yessenia

“so how long have you been watching us?” colby turned to you.

“oh since the beginning practically.” you pursed your lips and bit your cheek nervously.

you couldn’t get over the fact that you were having a conversation with colby brock.

“wow, so an original. lovely, knew our fans were always so pretty.” he licked his lips and smiled confidently. the comment having you internally on the ground.

he just called you pretty. colby brock just called you pretty.

you didn’t know what to say so all you did was giggle. “thank you.”

“im assuming you follow us on instagram right?” he questioned, taking out his phone. you looked at him a little confused by the question.

“yeah, of course. i have your notifs on and everything-” you started to say but your sentence was cut off my a ping coming from your phone.

you took it out of your pocket, wondering if it was colby posting something or maybe it was another notification from anything else. what you didn’t expect was for it to be from instagram notifying you that colby brock followed you.

you widened your eyes.

“look, we gotta get the line moving but can i text you?” he boldly asked locking his phone and returning it to his pocket.

“oh? u-um yeah for…for sure.” you stumbled over your words.

“okay…” he smiled down at you. “great then.” he wet his lips.

he looked so good.

“okay…” you whispered. it was like he put you in a trance.

“alright.” he muttered quietly still staring at you.

all that was going through his head were ‘where has this pretty girl been all my life.’

“it was lovely to meet you y/n.” sam beamed giving you one last hug. he then turned to yessenia. “you as well!”

you hugged him back before turning to colby.

he didn’t let you speak he just grinned pulling you into a hug. “talk to you later.” he spoke in a hushed tone for only you to hear.

“mhm.” you tried to hold back the biggest grin.

you and yessenia walked off. the only thing going through your head was…there’s no way that just happened.

later that night, you were cozy in your bed rewatching sam and colbys old videos when you all of a sudden heard buzzing coming from your phone which was on your nightstands.

confused, you grabbed it turning it over revealing the illuminated screen that showed colby was calling you.

your eyes widened realizing what exactly was happening. you didn’t know what to do. of course you should probably answer it.

it took a few sprints across your cozy room to be able to click answer before it ended.

“h-hello?” you spoke to the tiny box.

“hello.” colbys familiar voice spoke back.

“h-hi.” your voice shook like crazy, nervous but filled with excitement. you couldn’t believe it.

“nice to hear your voice.” you could hear him laugh quietly. “i just wanted to call you to ask if you’d maybe wanna…hang out?”

your jaw dropped. hang out? like as friends? maybe more than friends? hopefully? possibly? not really?

you were overthinking the question for longer than you expected because colby spoke again. “y/n..?”

his voice sounded hopeful.

“oh, sorry sorry. um yeah of course.” you couldn’t hide your smile. “sorry, i just…i just want expecting you to ask me that.”

“how could i not? you’re very beautiful.” he complimented. “can you do tomorrow?” he went back to the subject.

“yeah, i can, just not in the morning. i usually go to the gym in the morning just to get it out of the way. it makes me feel productive because if i don’t go then i …” you had realized you were ranting off of the topic. “sorry, um yeah i can.” you nervously laughed.

“oh don’t be sorry, i like hearing you talk. i like seeing you talk more though, can i facetime you?” he questioned.

colby brock, youre going to make me pass out. you thought.

you took a deep breath. you didn’t know why you got so nervous. “yeah, of course. ummm on instagram or…” you secretly hoped he asked for your number.

“id love it if i could get your number?” holy shit.

“yeah of course.” you giggled. “ill text it.”

you texted him your number on instagram while you were still on call. he then texted your number a picture of him in his room. “ill call you back.”

you nodded forgetting he couldn’t see you. “right! okay.” you stood up from your bed.

he ended the call and as soon as he did you went to the mirror undoing your messy bun so that it didn’t look messy but so that it looked cute messy. you did it as fast as you could before hearing your ringtone.

you picked up the phone looking at yourself. you looked good. you then slid your thumb across your phone answering his call.

you couldn’t help the smile that appeared across your face as you saw him. he was shirtless lying on what you assumed was his bed in his bedroom. the lights in his room were a mix of blues, reds, and purples, making the room look euphoric.

he smiled as he came into frame. “hellooooo.”

“hi.” you were analyzing him. you couldn’t believe he was right there on your phone speaking to you. “i love the vibe in your room.”

“thank you, i actually just got the lights a few days ago. been loving them. you gotta come see one time.” he poked his cheek with his tongue and put a hand behind his head. the scene was beautiful.

“id love to, it looks so peaceful.” you lay on your stomach trying to get comfortable.

“mhm…” he licked his lips. “so let’s talk plans, i was wondering if you wanted to go get something to eat and we could go to the beach maybe? or if you want to we could just go to a park? or really anywhere you want…” his ranting was so cute. he pursed his lips waiting for your response.

“im okay with anything really. the beach sounds fun.” you agreed.

“perfect.” he fist pumped.

you ended up talking until 3 in the morning before he fell asleep on the call. you were drowsy but you didn’t fall asleep just yet. you admired the way he slept. he was so adorable and you found out, he has a light snore. not one of those annoying snores but a cute snore.

you decided it was time to go to bed but you didn’t hang up. you let the call continue as you drifted away into your dreams.

the next morning you reluctantly got up to go to the gym. you were more tired than usual given the fact that you normally don’t go to sleep that late. as you got done at about 9 you got yourself breakfast and started heading home.

at around 10:30 you got a message.

colby

Hello and good morning 🥱

to colby

hello to you too

colby

Did your gym workout go good?

to colby

as a matter of fact yes, i had a great workout. i showered and now im eating and watching tv

from colby

Very very glad. I wanted to ask around what time is good to hang out?

to colby

anytime that’s good for you

from colby

Okay how about around 3pm

to colby

that sounds perfect

from colby

Okay I’ll pick you up and dress comfy

to colby

comfy?

from colby

Yeah like maybe in pajamas just something you’re comfortable in

to colby

okay.. 👀

you then let the time pass continuing your show while you got dressed. it hit 2 o’clock so you started picking up your apartment wanting to come home to a clean space.

as you went downstairs to throw your trash away you received the anticipated text message that colby was now there to pick you up.

you practically sprinted up the stairs grabbing your bag which contained keys, your wallet, and phone.

you locked your door and went downstairs to meet him. he was waiting outside his car next to the passenger door.

“hello there.” he smiled walking toward you. you blushed and met him. he opened his arms to hug you and then opened the passenger door.

“hi, thank you so much.” you entered his car.

he closed the door and walked entering the driver's side. “you ready?”

you nodded setting your bag down. he started driving.

the date was wonderful. he took you to a sort of hill area that overlooked the west coast. before that, he bought you food so you guys talked and ate just getting to know each other. even though you were nervous going into the date, he made you feel extremely comfortable. whenever you’d talk his eyes would be trained on you; nowhere else.

you both talked about random things from sports, to how you grew up, to favorite things it was like you never ran out of something to talk about. there was no awkward silence at all.

this vibe continued through your many other dates. there was never a dull moment between you two.

you two continued to talk for the next 3 months, texting, calling, facetiming, hanging out, and eventually starting a relationship. you both had hit a point where you were always together, always talking or texting, there was hardly a moment where you weren’t in quick contact.

in the present, you were currently in colbys room waiting for him to come back from getting you both food. he insisted that you relax and he didn’t want you to move.

you were lying down just watching tiktok when you saw the door open. colby entered with takeout. “got the food babyyy.” he set the bags on the bed. “let me go get a little board to put the food on hold on!” he sprinted cutely out of the room.

the aroma of the food wavered around the room causing your stomach to growl.

“baaack.” colby sang walking back into the room. he was carrying a wooden board and placed it on the bed setting everything up to eat.

you both ate and watched a movie together. as the movie was finishing he cleaned up the bed so that nothing was on the bed but you two.

“that was definitely a plot twist.” you spoke about the movie.

“mhm..” colby groaned stretching finding himself turning over to be on top of you. the sound bringing you butterflies.

you sighed bringing your hand to comb through colbys hair. it was moments like these you appreciated so much. you loved just being in the presence of him.

you closed your eyes and you felt colbys lips make contact with your neck. you lightly smiled at his antics. he lifted his head and moved closer to connect your lips.

you responded kissing him back and cupping his cheeks pulling him closer to you. his right hand immediately going to your waist.

you both made out for minutes, as you usually did but this time felt different.

“god, you’re so beautiful.” he muttered against your lips. his hair tickling your face as he kissed all over you.

you tilted your head up to give him access. he started kissing and sucking love bites all along your neck. unfortunately, the sweatshirt you had on was in the way so you gently nudged him so that he got off you.

you then took off your sweatshirt revealing a tank top that hugged you just right.

he was on his knees looking down at you. admiring how you looked under him. he wanted to take you then and there but he wanted to make you feel comfortable first.

you tilted your head waiting for him to go back to his previous actions.

“how’d i get so lucky.” he put his hands on his hips.

“how did i?” you responded with the same question smiling lightly.

he laughed. his laugh was so beautiful.

you grabbed his hand pulling you back down onto him. immediately he connected your lips in a passionate kiss. you deepen the kiss shoving your tongue in his mouth trying to get him to be rough. he didn't get the hint so you bit his lip sending the message that you wanted him.

he pulled away for a second before taking his shirt off. you looked him up and down, lust clouding your eyes. his gaze on you - never looking away.

you decided to sort of bring him out a little.

“why do you look like you’re scared to touch me?” you playfully pouted.

he rose a brow. “oh yeah? want me to touch you?” he moved to sitting on his knees trailing his hands up and down your torso.

you nodded looking up at him doe-eyed. “mhm.”

he poked his tongue in his cheek before laughing humorlessy. “mmm, gotta be a good girl and earn it. then maybe ill give you what you want.”

internally, you wanted him so bad but you refused to show it. you took off your tank top to reveal a lacy black bra. you then followed by removing your sweats to reveal a matching set of underwear. “i can please myself if you won’t do it for me.” your hand went toward your sensitive spot.

“go on then, wanna see you do it.” his eyes narrowed watching your hand make its way toward your pussy. you were already ready for him; wet and aroused.

you decided to just go for it. you made contact with your clothes clit immediately gasping at the wanted attention it needed.

colby scoffed quietly before getting up. you watched him as he went to get something from his drawer.

his cuffs.

you remember watching a video a few years ago about how colby had a set of handcuffs in his bedroom.

“umm i like to be dominant alright…”

the moment replayed in your head, making a smile appear on your face.

“if you’re a good girl and you put these on…” he sat back on the bed. “i’ll give you exactly what you want, pretty girl.”

pretty girl.

it was so hard to resist him.

“fine.” you put both your hands in front of you so that he could cuff you.

he bit his lip slightly as you accepted his proposal. you moved back so that you were against the headboard.

“you’re sure about this?” he quietly said, putting the cuffs on you.

“mhm, im sure.” you responded. the room went quiet as he connected the cuffs. colby was staring at you while you were staring at the cuffs. he admired the way your hair spilled over your shoulders. he admired how you looked in your black lingerie. he admired how your lips looked slightly red from your makout session. “stop staring and do something.” you demanded trying to get your hair to move out of your face.

he chuckled at your impatience. he moved his hands toward your face brushing the hair back. he noticed your irritation with it.

“so impatient,” he mentioned, his tone lustrous and smooth. you sat against the headboard with your legs in front of you bent up. colby, at the edge of the bed, moved towards you placing both his hands on both your knees. he tapped them with his hands. “open up baby.”

you licked your lips and pursed them whilst you spread your legs. colby noticed the damp patch in between. he loved how wet you were. all he could imagine was how many times you had been this wet when you two had your usual make-out sessions. the thought alone had his dick hard - even though he’s been hard since you kissed him.

“wanna let me take these off?” he pulled at the waistband of your underwear. you nodded lifting up your hips so that he could slide them off. once they were off he leaned forward getting on his stomach in between your legs. he guided each of your legs to rest over his shoulders. “so pretty,” he kitten licked your sweet spot.

you sucked in a short breath. the contact giving you goosebumps. he continued to lick up - every now and then dipping his tongue in your entrance.

you could feel your arousal dripping down.

colby kissed on your clit, his touch still gentle. you wanted him to give you more. you wanted to thread your hands in his hair but the cuffs didn’t allow you to. “colby..” you whined. not responding he kept softly licking your pussy pulling you by your thighs so he could get closer. “please, stop teasing.” you moaned softly.

you could feel him smile against you. “beg for it.” he licked once more. “wanna hear you beg for it, cmon. be my whore. be a slut for my tongue go on.” he looked up at you, his eyes laced with lust.

“not begging.” your breathing was deep. trying to catch your breath you tried to push his head closer with your cuffed hands but he dodged your antics.

“beg or you’re not getting shit from me.” he demanded, his fingers trailing on the inside of your thighs.

“well then, guess ill just sit here.” you raised your brows settling your arms in between your thighs so he couldn’t look.

he licked his teeth. “tsk tsk, you know what…” he settled back in between your pussy and dove in. the harsh feeling of his lips sucking and licking on your clit like he was starving caught you off guard. you arched your back off the headboard as you tried to hold on to his hair.

“oh fuck…shit!” you moaned; your eyes rolling to the back of your head. he pulled you back towards him causing you to fall backwards on your back. your back continuing to arch and thrash as colby stimulated your clit.

“wanted to be a little brat? k then.” colby murmured against your pussy. sucking your puffy clit over and over and over. he fiddled with your clit with his tongue - moving it back and forth.

“fuck - feels so fucking good.” you groaned, trying to breathe.

“yeah? you like my mouth on your pretty pussy?” colby continued his attack. you were so close.

“mhmm, gonna get me so close. so so close - shit.” you gritted your teeth. there was no break. colby didn’t stop making your orgasm hit you out of nowhere. your thighs were shaking and closing around colbys head. he chuckled at how caged in he was. “cumming-” you said quickly.

“wanted my mouth, you’re getting my mouth. cmon baby gimme one more.” he stimulated your clit. “gonna give you so much more than my tongue.” you didn’t have time to question what he meant because you felt two fingers enter you.

you tried to lift up your head but you were restrained because you didn’t have a way to balance yourself. “oh my - god. yess.”

he thrusted his fingers in and out of you while flicking your clit with his tongue. then he would suck and pinch it with his lips. the sensation making your legs shake as you were nearing your second orgasm.

“look at your legs shaking. fuckin’ slut.” he spat on your clit then rubbing it over your clit.

“colby..” you moaned. “gonna cum again.” your hands were on your head laying there. you had no where else to put them.

“go on, let go baby. cum on my tongue.” and you did. colby kept stimulating you as you came on his tongue, moaning his name shamelessly. “yeah, that’s my girl. fuck, you taste so good. good girl.”

he talked you through your orgasm but still was sucking and licking your clit. the feeling overstimulating you.

you tried pushing his head away, failing. “t-too much.” you stuttered, your legs closing around his head shaking - once again.

he grinned finally pulling away, “look at how red your pretty pussy is.” he took one last lick. “what a good girl.” he made his way up your body connecting your lips. “how good do you taste, baby?”

you molded your lips with his, wanting to pull him by his neck. “take these fucking cuffs off, please.” you begged.

“aww but babyyy it’s so fun seeing you like this.” he caressed your hair.

“wanna touch you..” you clench your fists trying to move your hands.

“you’re so pretty, baby.” he kissed your lips. you pouted looking down at the cuffs. “okay okay.” he finally detached them and threw them in the floor.

you immediately lunged at him, connecting your lips and straddling him.

“woah baby, relax.” he put his hands on your waist. you started grinding on top of him and immediately whimpered because of how sensitive you were. colby only groaned at the contact. “fuck - yeah.”

you threw your head back frustrated you couldn’t bring yourself to move on top of him. “s’okay baby.” colby pushed you back against the bed. “gonna make you feel good again.” he reached to the nightstand to grab a condom.

“mm-mmm. wanna feel you.” you demanded pulling colby by his boxers. you trailed your hand down his v-line resting your hand on his print palming him. you could feel all of him through his thin boxers.

he moaned at your touch. “m’kay whatever you want baby.” he ran a hand through his hair. he pulled his leaky cock out of his boxers rubbing it along your clit. you made a tiny sound at the contact.

he lined himself up immediately pushing in; air immediately exiting your lungs.

colby didn’t waste a second before pulling out and ramming back into you, hitting your g-spot. “you feel so fucking good baby. so so good.” colbys head dropped forward in ecstasy. his arms reaching for your hands lacing your fingers together and holding them above your head.

colby then separated your fingers and connected his right hand with your throat. the sound that escaped your mouth was pornographic.

“so pretty, love seeing my dick in you.” you were fucked dumb; not responding just enjoying the pleasure he was bringing you. “let me turn you over, baby.” he demands.

you nodded, turning over so that he could drill into you from the back. your head pressed into the pillow. you were moaning against the soft surface before you let out a tiny yelp as he slapped your ass.

if hurt sooo good.

“feel good, baby? you okay?” he slowed down his thrusts.

“yes, colby. fuck feels soo good.” you felt tears in your eyes.

“my whore girl.” his hands were holding onto your hips. “taking my cock so well, gonna cum so good inside you.”

you nodded against the pillow. “please please, gonna cum.” you cried. you clutched the blankets on colbys bed as he picked up his pace.

“yeah, want my cum?” he groaned. “come on, go ahead baby. cum on my cock.” he slapped your ass once again.

you moaned for the final time before you climaxed. you tried to muffle your moans against the pillow but it was no use as your body went completely limp. the only thing holding you up was colbys hold on you.

colby turned you over mid-orgasm so that he could see your face as you reached your peak. the look on your pleasured face brought him to his own orgasm. he stilled for 2 seconds before continuing his thrusts - slowly coming down.

he rode out his orgasm as you lay there trying to catch your breath.

“s-so good baby.” he looked down at your throbbing pussy. “look at this shit.” he was whispering to himself. he pulled out seeing his cum dripping out of you.

he pushed it back in you spreading it all around your pussy. “covered all over.”

your head tilted looking at him. “shit.” you spoke.

“you look so pretty baby.” he kissed all over your face.

“you’ve said that already.” you giggled.

“can’t stop saying it.” he kissed your neck softly. “so so glad you’re mine baby.”

you gave him a chaste kiss. “glad i’m yours too, baby.”

© slxtarchive

[wrongcaitlyn]

now what does this mean in a real battle? a few months ago, i was curious and so i made a spreadsheet of 1v1’s between the seven, reyna, nico, and meg, and who i expected to win/why

the conditions of this was that they existed in a void, were allowed their primary weapons, no outside resources (water, earth, metal, godly interference) allowed, the aim to kill, and most importantly - no emotions/no morals (like, in a percy v annabeth fight, obvi neither would try to kille ach other - this was just me attempting to figure out who would win a fight quickest based solely off their powers, demigod abilities, and fighting skills

and i truly did feel bad about including will in this at first. i thought that he didn’t have a chance. but i wanted to include him anyway bc he’s my fav character. can you imagine my surprise when he got 3rd place overall, tied with leo at beating 7 characters in 1v1’s? (the top two were nico and percy btw, i don’t think that’s surprising at all)

so here’s those individual fights and how i think he would win (again, this is completely unrealistic, i just wanted to test their powers/potential)

percy v will: percy wins. i really don’t think that’s a surprise, i’m not claiming will’s the most powerful, just that he deserves more credit - anyway, i do think that percy could control the liquids in anyone’s body (he got second place and ik this is gonna be controversial but i do think that nico could beat him in a 1v1 no restrictions)

annabeth v will: will wins. the main strategy i used was a sonic whistle for distraction, then followed by a blinding light beam and plague powers. he could probably win with just one of the three and then an arrow, or another combination, or just cut out the sonic whistle and go straight in from the blinding light beam - however i think that takes like a few seconds to generate so i’m not sure. but either way, annabeth’s strategy does rely more on logic and her words so in a fight based on speed, it’d go to will

frank vs will: will wins. sonic whistle could affect animals too, even more so actually in certain cases (as seen with the dogs), so if frank tried to turn into a small animal or something to avoid the light beam, the whistle would still affect him. and then the plague powers again. frank does have more skill with a bow and arrow, but the whistle would be quicker

hazel vs will: again with the speed of the sonic whistle. if there was like a ground/metals around to manipulate i do think it would go to hazel, but because will’s power doesn’t rely on a weapon that she could manipulate using metal powers, the whistle/light combo would be quicker than her ability to manipulate the mist. fight goes to will!

leo vs will: i think that leo could defend himself from the light rays, but i think the sonic whistle would again throw him for just a bit of a distraction - long enough to get the plague powers going. leo relies a bit more on his building abilities than his fire powers, so if he managed to get will immediately with the fire then i do think it’d be a bit of a toss up - but yeah i gave this one to will

piper vs will: sorry piper but in a void where emotion is like not a factor charmspeak was pretty much rendered useless- fight goes to will

jason vs will: this one was tough for me because i was trying to figure out what would be faster: a light beam or lightning. i decided they’d probably end up like exploding in the middle or something, and then will would use the distraction to strike jason with a plague power (and even if jason tries to fly away from that, it wouldn’t really avoid the disease) but this one’s abt as close to a draw as it gets. i still gave it to will though

nico vs will: yeah that’s going to nico, but this is what i said in the table: sonic whistle could distract nico momentarily, but nico uses instant ghost powers, even if plague powers are enacted, resilience/pain tolerance pulls through

will vs meg: the problem with meg here too was that she relies a lot on plants and the environment, whereas will has the powers come straight out of him, and even though meg is a stronger fighter with weapons… well, blinding light beam and plague powers. i think that’s a combo that can defeat almost anything

and obviously these fights would severely exhaust him, but it’s just about taking the potential of these powers and put them up against each other - don’t take it too seriously. it isn’t even really the main point of the argument, but i just wanted to add it on the side

will solace is one of the most powerful demigods in the riordanverse in this essay i will

[skzkkun]

MTL likely to 'win' no nut november

pairing: OT8 x reader

warnings: just plain ol' smut ♡ฅ(ᐤˊ꒳ˋฅᐤ♪)

synopsis: if you don't know, no nut november is a kind of abstinence challenge !! and here are my thoughts on how skz would play the game !! also the moodboard is so irrelevant to the content, but its still cute <3 (1.0k)

most likely . . .

minho

i was really conflicted with minho ://

like, he’s probably the one who cares the least about the challenge (you would have to be the one to bring it up to him)

but he absolutely finds a voyeuristic thrill in seeing how you / the other members cope

huge fucking tease !!

when he gets you to lose-

and trust me, he will get you to lose

you better prepare for him to use that against you ;;

“is this what you wanted? such a fucking slut for your owner’s cock, you couldn’t even go a week without thinking with your cunt.” (꩜ㅅ꩜;)

“oh? kitty's gone quiet- can't speak, baby? my poor little fuckdoll, you wont need to speak if i’m playing with you like this, looks like you lost the little game”

he could probably go the whole month without touching himself tbh

as long as it meant he could still use you <33

(rest of the members below !!)

seungmin

is it controversial for seungie to be this high, this feels controversial. . . (•́ㅅ•̀; )

your honor, hear me out !!

i feel like this man could go without cumming for a while

would he be tense?? absolutely. would he want to fuck you and get the game over with?? of course

BUT he is the best in the group at hiding this !!

and you know this bitch would tease tf out of you as well

imagine watching a movie together, and he starts to run his hand up and down your body while you’re snuggled into him.

without a doubt he’d start chuckling when you get whiny, and play innocent when you call him out : “i’m not even doing anything, puppy. . . you just like being my little slut don’t you?”

chan

realistically, i feel like chan wouldn’t mind the challenge,,

he would 100% miss the intimacy of having sex w/ you — but much to your annoyance, he’s fine focusing on his work instead

♡ loves being able to focus on non-sexual affection !! ♡

but after a while he would start to get a little cranky. . .

ok,, maybe not being able to cum was getting to him more than he expected-

two weeks in, you finally get him to give up on the silly game !!

“c’mere, baby- please.”, he’d pull you onto his lap and have his hands all over you in an instant :0

the most passionate sex of your life !! “good girl, fuck you’re taking me so good. you were so good for me being able to not touch yourself for so long”

changbin

he’d probably be secretly competitive about it !!

i feel like changbin would immediately be pretty tense

he would channel his energy into working out

but that just turns you on more ꒰⑉♡-♡⑉꒱!

and see you turned on makes him horny. . .

so. much. eyefucking. >>>>

it gets to a point where you two get instantly needy as soon as you see each other ://

after he realised that jisung gave up a while ago, he’d stop caring about the game

he’d walk over to your apartment; when you open the door for him, he’d pull you into a heated kiss before you can even finish saying hello ;;

“princess, i need you so bad-” his hands would be all over you, groping your ass while he picks you up, “fuck, i don’t care about the game anymore, just please fuck me.”

jeongin

he’s another member i was conflicted about tbh !!

it would surprise you how into the game innie gets

like lee know and seungmin, he’s more that fine not getting off — its the fact that he can’t touch you that's hard for him

as soon as he realises how desperate you become, he becomes so smug omg !!!

sends you pics were you can the outline of his hard cock in his pants

and hand pics >>

and dirty texts . . . >>>

this man is secretly a whore, don’t @ me <3

he folds after a couple weeks bc he misses touching you too much

not that you’re complaining !!

hyunjin

hyunjin would be so cocky smh (; -ㅅ-)

similar to changbin, he would focus on dancing to distract him

would brag to the others about how well he’s doing in the challenge

even though he’s so! fucking! needy!

he’s the type to try and tease you, trying to get you to lose the game first

but that backfires when he starts to get worked up ;;

hyunjin’s smirk would drop, and he’d look up at you with wide eyes while you straddle his thigh; as you begin to grind on it :(( he'd become so needy for you

he would actually go speechless; leading to you teasing him more <3

so dramatic, this poor baby would probably start crying if you teased him enough

felix

lix would start the challenge so giggly and confident

after a couple days the regret HITS

he would get so desperate !! and whiny !!! and it's only the first week (ㅠ.ㅠ;)

you’d start to notice him getting more and more spaced out during the day — his mind fuzzy with the thought of getting off

of course you would start to tease him <3

:(( poor baby tries so hard to not touch himself :(( he just wants to be a good boy !! :((

he thinks he can get away with palming himself through his pants when he really wants relief

but he just cums in his pants (;•͈́༚•͈̀)!

jisung

this fool busts a nut immediately (-ㅅ-)

you two decided to have one last night of fun before the challenge began

rookie mistake </3

as soon as sungie wakes up, and sees the toys you two used the night before, the perv gets instantly hard and goes to jerk off (•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑

he’s the real genius of the group

bc now he can cum as much as he wants <33 !!

i just know that he wouldn’t tell the members how quickly he gave up until the final week skdbhsf

least likely . . .

© 2021 copyright. all rights reserved skzkkun

[viterbofangirllovestheuntamed]

cont of my liking characters based on trusting them w/ baby, LXC 7/10 wouldn't trust to NOT bring baby around JGY even if I told him not to, LWJ 5/10 my baby is not WWX or WWX's baby so even odds he'd just hand my baby off to someone else and maybe remember to tell me who he gave my baby to, JL 7/10 he is a baby but would trust for afternoon of babysitting bc good w/ fairy, LJY & LSZ 6/10, WN 5/10 same as LWJ, OYZ 8/10 bc has sibs so can help JL for afternoon of babysitting

(2/2) cont of the who would I trust with my baby, JFM 0/10, can't even trust him with his own kids, YZY 1/10 if she likes me well enough and she understands my baby is no threat to her baby's position, JGS -100000/10 keep this thing away from my baby, LQR 9/10 has good track record, WRH 0/10 my baby is not a Wen, WQ 4/10 wouldn't trust not to do experiments for science, WN 4/10 but goes to 5 if sis helps, JYL 8/10, don't go to battlefield and leave baby behind!

JZY: 1/10 (pre-marriage) blue-screens the instant he is entrusted with a child and cries harder than the baby, 9/10 (post-marriage) doting himbo father who is loving but still responsible, one point deducted for refusing to move out of Koi tower

WWX: 9/10 for short periods. Any longer and he'll get distracted and lose the kid

JC: 8/10 very dedicated but shouty so no recommended for sensitive babies

NMJ: 7/10 see above (deduct additional 10000 points if having a qi deviation)

NHS: 1/10 immediately gets into who's-the-baby contest with infant and flips out when baby spits up on his robes

LJY: 3/10 (alone) won't get the child killed but something in the kitchen WILL be on fire when you get home

LSZ: 15/10 (alone) the most perfect babysitter imaginable... and you are never able to book him because everybody ELSE wants him to babysit too

Sect Leader Yao: 10/10 endless droning will put immediately put baby to sleep, too cowardly to put the baby in any danger, portly physique indicates good cooks on staff, and clearly has competent lieutenants since his sect is still standing

[miekasa]

love talk

+ pairings: eren yeager + (fem) reader

+ genres and warnings: it’s not important that eren is a tattoo artist i just wanted to share bc i gave him tattoos here :’), fluff i think, smut/nsfw content, if you see a hint of eremin then no you don’t </2

+ word count: almost 2k, sickening innit luv

+ notes: yeah, still thinking about eren speaking german during sex bc he’s losing his mind hehe. i suppose this is the… softer version. might post another one later, who knows. and yes, i did almost name this pussy talk. 

Unbeknownst to him, Eren Jaeger speaks three languages.

The first two are obvious, but English is his preferred language; the one you’ll find him speaking most often. It only makes sense, seeing as it’s what the overwhelming majority of people, media, and signs spew at him.

The second is more reserved; something you might assume given his name, but not know for sure unless you asked, or stuck around long enough to catch him rambling excitedly to Armin in German, with broken slang phrases of English interspersed. It’s fascinating—cute, moreover—the way he stumbles back and forth between both tongues; and the difference in tone between them. You’re not sure if your own bias is peeking through, but you’re certain Eren and Armin both sound a little… meaner in German; more sarcastic, at the very least—and you wouldn’t be surprised to find out they were talking shit the whole time.

Though, there is a special, reserved intonation to his mother tongue that shows itself when Eren’s around you. It doesn’t seem to be by choice—gone beyond comprehension that he’s forced to revert to grunted expressions and curses in a language foreign to his surroundings. You assume them to be curses; you never can confirm, and Eren seems to not even be aware of his switching in the heat of the moment, can never quite recall what he was saying to you.

There are times when he’s reduced to mere sounds, no comprehensible words between the hundreds of thousands he knows—only guttural moans, and breathy sighs, and he seems to not even be able to understand himself. You have to admit, it’s a bit of an ego boost to be able to fuck your boyfriend stupid in two languages.

And at first glance, Eren doesn’t seem like the type of guy to know about anything outside of himself. He doesn’t seem like the full-sleeve, three ear piercing, tattoo artist kinda kid; but Eren Jaeger speaks the language of pictures, of symbols, of images, that he is able to decipher and give meaning to upon creation. He’s got a penchant for art, and a vision bigger than himself, so it’s only right that he takes his knowledge and applies it in its most permanent form. The tattoos are more than a hobby for him—they’re an extension of himself, his art, his language; and his body is the only canvas fit enough to capture them.

So, here, with Eren laying on his back, chest exposed, arms bent for his hands to rest against your waist, you get to see the culmination of all the words and all the pictures, from all the languages he’s deemed important enough to find a place on his skin.

“Do all of your tattoos have a meaning?” you question, reaching your hand up to trace over the delicate waves that ride along his right collarbone.

“No,” Eren winces when you move—just enough of him to feel an ounce of friction inside of you, but not enough to give him what he wants. He wiggles himself a bit, desperate for something, “Not at all.”

It makes you chuckle, with a sort of disbelief, at both his words and his actions, “You get things tattooed on your body that don’t mean anything to you?”

Eren lets out a shaky breath, followed with a boyish smile. He blinks at you slowly, lids fluttering and hands gripping tightly at your body, “Learned that not everything has to have a deep meaning to want to keep it around,” he tells you, right palm moving to venture over your tummy, and up your sides, “Somethings you just love.”

You don’t miss the lilt in his voice on the word ‘love,’ but you play it off, rolling your eyes at his deliberately sweet affections, and then, gently, your hips, “Pretty poetic for something with no meaning.”

“Yeah, well, Armin taught me that,” Eren grits, hands fastening themselves at your hips again.

“You talk about Armin a lot when we’re in bed you know,” you taunt him, moving your fingers to trace over more of the tattoos that litter his right shoulder, “Something I should know about?”

Eren shivers at the feeling—of your fingertips on his skin, and what he swears was an intentional clench around him, “You don’t seem to mind.”

You smile at him, enjoying the contortions of his face when you run your hands down his chest, palms pressed lightly against his pelvic bone. Eren bends a knee, but does he best to remain still, and you can’t help but to chuckle. He looks pretty when he’s trying his best.

“I’m greedy,” you tell him, raising your hips, and pausing in your words as you slowly lower yourself back on to him.

“Trust me,” Eren scoffs, a façade to cover up his reddening cheeks and shaky thighs, “I know.”

He tries to move his hips up, desperate for something more; for you to fucking move, but, you keep your hips perfectly still. Instead, you reach your arms behind you, and onto Eren’s thighs, cementing them to the bed. He groans, his hands sliding down to your own thighs, fingertips digging into your flesh.

“And you called me greedy,” you huff, amused, as Eren rolls his eyes beneath you. When you’re sure he’s not going to move, you bring your arms back around, palms splayed on his stomach, “Relax. This is what you asked for, isn’t it?”

“Honestly, in an ideal world, this would be happening when I was playing COD, not when I was already impossibly hard with morning wood. And with a lot less teasing on your part.”

You have to laugh—genuinely giggle—at Eren’s blunt honesty. He’s unintentionally charming; another linguistic skill he seems unaware that he’s proficient in. You can tell he doesn’t understand the source of your amusement, but the look in his eyes, the twinkle in his irises lets you know he’s too far gone to even care.

“Call it a lesson in self-control,” you say, moving your hands to his sides in time with a shallow grind of your hips, “Besides, I’m admiring you.”

Eren keeps his hands anchored on your thighs, shivering at sensitivity of his dick coupled with your hands stroking over his pecs, “Lesson fucking learning—babe, fuck, please—”

“Shh—not yet,” you coo, and reach to pull his arms off of you, leaving you with room to admire his sleeve. You take pity on him, holding his right wrist with both of your hands, before slowly beginning to bounce on him.

Eren squirms, his free hand reaching to grab at the flesh of your ass, eyes blinking open to watch his cock be buried inside of you. The relief is instant—for the both of you—immediate groans and shallow profanities slipping past your lips as you build a steady pace to ride him.

“Tell—tell me what this one means,” you question slowly, keeping your right hand around his wrist, but using your left to point to the tattoo; a stylized line art of crossed wings.

“Some shit about freedom,” Eren grunts, fingers twitching, “Fuck, babe—more, please, I’ll—”

Eren cuts himself off with a whine, and you hiss yourself, lifting your body all the way to the tip, before lowering yourself again at an agonizingly slow pace. At this rate, you can feel everything; every vein on his shaft, every twitch of his cock. You feel Eren deep inside of you, even see where the bulge outlines your tummy.

You still yourself for just a second, catching your breath, anchoring yourself on Eren. You’re pretty far gone yourself, but you want more; for yourself, and for him. You do your best to stay coherent, slowly grinding atop of him, questioning him about another tattoo on his arm, ignoring the way his palm grips at your bicep. It’s a small one, with detailed Japanese characters that you can’t understand, but appreciate anyway; it’s one of your favorites, and you ask Eren about its meaning, clenching yourself around him as punctuation to your question.  

Eren sucks air between his teeth, left hand pulling back to run his fingers through his hair, a grunted word in German falling from his lips. You smirk, but let him try to answer you.

“I don’t fucken’ know,” Eren grumbles, head thrashing from side to side, “It’s really fucken’ hard to remember anything—shit—like this. S’fucking torture.”

“Hm,” you hum, not satisfied; eager for more of Eren’s love language, “Tell me something in German, instead, then.”

But Eren can only babble beneath you; sounds incoherent in either language—reduced to desperate whines and grabby hands at your thighs, waist, boobs—anything. You lean forward, letting go of Eren’s tattooed wrist, and reaching to ghost your fingers over his lips.

“Come on, Eren, you’re usually so good at it when we do this,” you taunt him, words coated in sweetness that distract you from keeping up your pace, “Just want you to talk pretty to me. Tell me something, baby.”

Eren’s eyes travel from your fingertips, up your arm, neck, and to your face. When he meets your gaze something shifts; eyes heavy with want, and bitter with dissatisfaction.

So, he reaches for your extended hand, laces your fingers together, “Something like what?”

You wrap your fingers around his, then do the same with your left hand, “Anything.”

“Anything?”

“Yeah,” you affirm with a smile, finally satisfied.

Eren grunts, bending his right knee for leverage before he flips you over, hands still intertwined, but now pinned over your head, harshly pressed into the pillows below. He buries his head into the crook of your neck; licking a stripe along your collarbone, where you’d teased him minutes before. Then up, up, up, your neck to the shell of your ear, retreating downwards to suck on the skin just beneath your ear, nipping with pointed teeth.

Eren keeps his weight on you, the length of his cock sliding over your slick folds while he bites angry, red blotches into your skin—a kind of impermanent tattoo of his own making on your body. The friction is good, but not enough, and you wonder if Eren intends on teasing you as long as you’d done to him; but, he breathes heavy breaths up your neck again, before mumbling a series of foreign syllables into your ear.

He hovers over your face, satisfied by the daze in your eyes; the slight openness of your mouth. It’s you who looks dumbstruck now, a foreigner to his ministrations; and for once, he’s in control with his second tongue.

“What—what does that mean?” you finally ask, squeezing your eyes briefly when Eren teases the tip just past your entrance.

Eren chuckles, airy, gritty, and cocky all at once. He pushes his cock inside of you, balls deep, only to pull out almost all the way, before leaning forward just slightly, so that his bottom lip grazes over yours.

“It means I love you,” he whispers, hips bucking forward, “Try to remember that, ‘cause I swear I’m gonna fuck you stupid, baby.”

[harrysgoldenline]

When In Italy Part 4

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You stood frozen as he stepped out of the elevator, his eyes soft as he met yours, waking towards you.

“Get away from me.” you whisper, attempting to push past him and get into the elevator, pressing the door closed button before even pressing a floor, not wanting him to get any closer.

“Y/N, wait!” he rushed, sticking his hand between the doors and stopping it, his tall frame standing before you that you quickly push past, going back to lock yourself in your apartment, and lock him out, “Please, let me explai-“

“No!” you stopped, voice firm as you turned to face him, “you can’t keep doing this! you can’t keep showing up like this! So just leave me alone.”

You kept walking, ignoring his pleas as he came after you, successfully unlocking your apartment door rapidly, but you catch a glimpse of rings as he hand stops the door.

“Please.” He whispered, not pushing the door open and you saw a flicker of his eyes and you could almost see the sincerity in them, “I know I don’t deserve it, I really don’t, but I would just love to talk to you for real this time, anything you want to know.”

“and you’re not gonna be an asshole this time?” you asked, leaning against the doorframe, peaking at him, “because if you are, I swear to god Styles I will give you 5 seconds to get the fuck out.”

“Promise.” He nodded and your heart believed him, so you opened the door.

You watched as he shoved his hands deep in his pockets, slowly entering your apartment and you didn’t miss how his eyes scanned you quickly, before bouncing around the apartment, looking around the space he used to be so familiar with.

You watched how he headed to the couch about to sit but stutter stepped a bit, scratching the back of his neck and looking at you, almost asking you if it’s okay if he sits down.

You gave him a soft smile and nod, tucking a loose hair behind your ear and sitting on one side of the couch, thankful he sat on the other, giving you each plenty of space as your eyes met. The tension was slowly rising, looking at each other as you sat, wondering who was going to break the silence.

“I never meant for anything to happen.” he whispered, his head falling as a shameful look covered his face, avoiding your eyes, “After the breakup… I- I was just lost. I was messing up at work and I just was doing shit. Then, it was like only like a month ago, I was getting drunk all the time and she just came into my trailer and we were talking and then she kissed me.”

You just nodded, biting your bottom lip and picking at your nails, peaking up and looking at him, your glossy eyes meeting his bloodshot ones, not really having anything to say in response.

“And I just…” he started, “I wanted to feel better, feel anything. So, we just started hanging out more and I just really wanted to feel something, feel a connection. So we took a trip to Italy because… It’s always been a place that made me feel better and then…”

“Yeah.” you chuckled, “and then… Why did you bring her to our house? I know we haven’t talked about that kind of stuff, but it’s mine too Harry and… just seeing you two there? I never felt more replaceable than I did when I saw you two.”

“Oh love, no.” He whispered, scooting closer to you, a hand coming up to cup your face to help your eyes meet, but he retracted it back before he made contact with your skin, “I’m so, so sorry. I’m so sorry and I will never be able to prove to you, but that was never my intention to ever hurt you. The breakup was a mistake.”

“I… How am I supposed to believe that?” you squeaked, voice cracking as the barrier breaks, tears falling on your cheeks as you looked up at him, “We we’re together for years and you just- I mean fuck Harry! I haven’t even thought about even starting to flirt with someone and you’re…”

“We’ve never had sex,” He quietly added cheeks turning a bit red, “or done anything like that. At all, I just… couldn’t.”

Your eyes widen a bit at the confession, watching as he looked at his hands, a slight twinge of embarrassment on his features.

“Oh.” you whispered, “I know I shouldn’t be mad, we… we aren’t together and you have have the right to do whatever you want but it’s just… hard. Especially when I wasn’t expecting it. I went to Italy to try and get away, everything in the city makes me think of you, I don’t know why I thought staying at the house would be any better but, I just wanted to get away.”

“Sorry I ruined your trip.”

“Sorry I ruined your hookups.”

He let out a laugh, the smile staying a bit longer when he noticed you had subconsciously scooted a bit closer to him.

“It’s not like I ever really wanted to… Even little Harry only wants you.” he flirted and an instant, loud laugh leaves your lips, leaning forward and your brace yourself on his shoulder, a simple thing you had done over the years countless times, but still made his heart skip a beat.

“Oh my god,” you said between breathless laughs, your bodies now less then a foot apart as you smiled up at him, “please do not call it little Harry!”

“What do you prefer?” He smirked, “rather I call it bi-“

“What the fuck?” a voice spoke suddenly, both of your red eyes going to your front door and seeing your best friend standing their, her eyes wide in a mix of confusion and anger. Your hand retracted from his body quickly, your best friend looking at you with soft eyes, her eyes darting over to Harry’s and you see the fiery anger behind them, “Y/N, please tell me he was getting whatever shit he left behind and is leaving.”

“We were just talking.” You started, glancing over at Harry, seeing a bit of fear behind his eyes and your lips quirked up in a smile that quickly faded seeing the anger in y/bff/n eyes.

“What do you want to talk to him about? How he broke your heart again?” She asked, confusion and concern laced in her voice, “I’m sorry, y/n, I just… I can’t watch you go through all of it all over again and again.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but he quickly stood up beside you giving you a quick nod as he glanced over at y/bff/n the back at you, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have just showed up. It was so good to see you, y/n, I’ll get out of your way.”

“Harry, wait!” you stood up, hating the softening in your voice, “I want to talk more… are you staying or do you have to go back to L.A?”

“I’ll be here as long as you need me. And if you want me gone, I’ll book my flight. Okay? It’s up to you, whatever you want.”

“Okay… Can I call you later?”

“You can call me anytime, I’ll pick up.”

***

Y/bff/n definitely wasn’t thrilled with you.

“I just feel like this is a bad idea, y/n!” She had exclaimed once Harry had left your apartment, “He’s gonna hurt you again! What could he possibly want?”

“I dont know, I just… I dont know.” You sighed, sitting across from her on your couch just like you did with him, “I love him and I don’t know what’s going to happen but I don’t want to end up hating him.”

She nodded, looking at you as your eyes glazed over again, “Hey, okay, I’m sorry. I just don’t want you upset. Do you still wanna go try this new place or just hang out here? Let’s get your mind off of everything, you need a break, yeah? Especially if you’re going to talk to him later.”

“Do you think I should?"

“If that’s what you think, I think you should. You know him.” She nods, “but I swear to god if he makes you cry again he’ll have to deal with me.”

So now, here you were, waiting on him to come back to finish your talk from earlier. It was helpful hanging out with y/bff/n, listening to her advice as she gave you a bit of the reality check that you needed, making sure he won’t sweep you off your feet with his familiar charm.

Your heart rate never fully calmed down as you waited for him to come back to your apartment after y/bff/n dropped you back off after your afternoon together and you were glad for the few hours of a distraction, but now your mind was fully occupied with him once again as you sat on your couch.

The knock on your door caused you to jump, hoping up and checking your appearance in your hall mirror before swinging open the door, seeing Harry standing their with a bouquet of flowers, a small smile on his face.

“Got these for you,” he began, “shoulda showed up with them when I kinda crashed into you earlier… but I was so nervous I didn’t think about it, honestly.”

“Thank you.” You softly replied, eyeing up at him and taking them from his grip, letting out a shaky breath as you welcome him in and turn on your heel, going to your kitchen to place them into a vase quickly before going back to him, seeing him in the same spot you two were sitting in earlier.

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry again… and thank you for letting me come back and talk to you at all, really don’t deserve your time, but I’m thankful for it.” He began, eyes glued onto yours as he scooted closer to you when you sat down, his fingers tentatively trailing on your arm before laying his hand on your own, “I… I want you back, y/n. I want to be with you, I never stopped wanting just you.”

“Harry, I… I don’t know what to say.” You started, “I just… there’s so much still up in the air and it’s all happening so fast. Are you still with Olivia?”

“No, of course not.” He instantly answered, “we were never anything real, I left Italy when I went to the house and you were gone. I came back here and I just… I would sit outside your building in my car and just try and get the nerve to walk in to talk to you, but I was so scared of you telling me to leave again.” Harry started deep into your eyes as he continued, his own welling up with tears, “I love you so much and I was such an idiot and fuck baby… I’ll do anything to prove it you.”

Now, you two were just inches apart, his hand cupping your cheek as you leaned into it, eyes glued onto his eyes as both of your gazes were glassy, sets of eyes wandering down to one another’s lips. Your eyes fluttered up and looked at him, his nose nudging into yours, seeming to test the boundary and you simply nodded, causing him to connect your lips in an instant.

Your lips met softly, gaining speed as the passion overflowed you both as the familiar move came back easier than either of you could have imagined. You both moaned into one another’s mouths, his tongue quickly sliding past your lips as your crawled onto his lap, fingers gripping the soft material of his shirt.

Things escalated quickly as he carried you into your bedroom, body hovering over yours as his body pressed against yours, the articles of clothing disappearing piece by piece, lips never separating a second longer than they had to you as you refamilarized yourselves with one another.

His fingers dug their way into your waist as he kissed you harder, singular pieces of thin material being the only things separating you and as Harrys fingers slipped down, pulling back and looking up at you for permission, your breath caught in your throat, reality hitting you like a wave.

“I can’t do this.” You whispered, fingers removing themselves from his hair as you covered your face, voice wavering as tears welled up in your eyes once again, “I-it’s all too much, too fast- I-I, I don’t think I can do this, Harry- I can’t.”

“Fuck, it’s okay.” He whispered, crawling off from on top of you, scrambling to pick his t shirt off the floor and handing to you, quickly covering your body with it, “Fuck, I’m sorry, did I hurt you?”

You nodded quickly, knees tucking into your chest as you let out soft cries, flinching as his arm came around you, going to comfort you with the soft stroke of his arm and retracted it quickly after seeing your reaction.

“I-I… I just keep seeing you and her in my head.” You whispered, “…I don’t know if I can do this.”

[quirrrky]

GETTING YOU TO TAKE A REST FROM STUDIES —» scenarios —» ft. hirugami, kuroo, oikawa, tsukishima  —» A/N: I know a lot of us are stressed with school incl me, so here’s a little something to lift you up. Esp dedicated to 🍣 anon. You can do it, bby! (Plus, I hope I did Sachi well bc I love him too)

»— HIRUGAMI

You were so focused on reviewing in the library, eyes dire tired from reading, until you felt something soft pressed your cheek. You turned your head and your eyes sparkled at the very instant. It’s a cute shiba inu plush pillow and Sachi.

“I bought this for you so you’ll be encouraged to take a rest.” He said. “You can use it when you want to take a nap.”

You gulped. Truly, the cute fluffy plushie was very convincing, but you have to study! He knew you needed a short break and you’ll only lose focus if work yourself too much.  

“How about just a little stroll outside so you can take a break?” 

Why did he have to make it so hard to resist? You just gave him a look that meant ‘you can’t’. Internally, you congratulated yourself for rejecting him for your studies no matter how difficult. And it was very difficult. You just wanted these finals to end. 

Sachi sighed. You were obstinate. It’s what he found difficult about you and what he loved too. 

“How about...” Rubbing the back of his nape, he slightly turned his subtly flushed face. “If it helps, I’ll give you a kiss for every mistake so it wouldn’t hurt that much.”

You both blushed and you knew so well that you couldn’t pass up on this one, “I guess...we can have a short walk.” 

»— KUROO

“What is this? Are you a panda now?” He teased, holding your face and tracing the underside of your eye. It’s your lunch break and you just finished eating your meal together when you decided for an alone time at your campus’ rooftop. 

“Hey! I really studied hard. I honestly wanted to sleep you know.” You sighed slumping your tired and heavy shoulders forward.

“I see...here,” Kuroo tapped and offered his shoulder. You blushed and he teased, “Shy now, aren’t we?”

Before you could even think this over, he already cradled your head while chuckling and placed it on the nook of his neck. The scent of the fabric conditioner on his clothes oddly made you comfortable and his calming breathing was leaving you sleepy. 

"Wake me when it’s already time, okay?” You mumbled.

He chuckled and retorted, “If you want, I can even carry you back to your room.”

You chortled and nuzzled further into his shoulder. He laughed as he felt your smile against him. He caressed the side of your head and leaned his own on yours. “Nap now, sweetheart.”

»— OIKAWA

"I thought you have training today?" You questioned when he said that he'd be staying with you all day.

"Y/N-chan, you're shooing me away?" He said, feinting shock and hurt. "I'm staying so you'll have motivation to study."

"You're more like a distraction, pfft." You complained yet a smile was evident on your face.

"I know, right?" He smiled and winked at you then wrapped his arms around you. The moment he rested his chin on your head you knew he won't stop until he gets you to rest. He placed kisses on your cheek, rubbed his nose against your it and cozed further, "Join me. Just 20 minutes, please."

Tooru knew so well that you won't be able to say no, if he pulls that off.

»— TSUKISHIMA

He was helping you with History when he noticed that you were no longer giving your usual hum of acknowledgment. You fell asleep. For a brief moment, he was about to tap your shoulder to wake you up, but he thought that leaving you with all studies and no sleep was just counter-productive.  

Running his fingers through your hair, Tsukki tucked the strands that covered your face behind your ear. He fixed his gaze upon you as he rested his chin atop his knuckles and smirked. "So you get tired after all, huh?"

Tsukki continued fiddling with your hair for a while until he stood up to fetch a blanket. He wrapped it over you and placed a soft kiss on top of your head—making sure it's light enough so you don't wake up, but you smiled. He tensed up a bit and wondered if you were just dreaming or you indeed caught him being mushy, which was something he'd be embarrassed about. 

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Cleopatra by The Lumineers is a perfect chastantine song and I need someone to suffer with me. I mean come on, like- Chas: "And I left the footprints, the mud stained on the carpet, and it hardened like my heart did when you left town," "So I drive a taxi, and the traffic distracts me from the strangers in my backseat, they remind me of you," "And the only gifts from my Lord were a birth and a divorce" (1/2)

(2/2) and John: "But I must admit it, that I would marry you in an instant. Damn your wife, I'd be your mistress just to have you around," "I was Cleopatra, I was taller than the rafters, but that's all in the past now, gone with the wind," and then the chorus suits both of them so well. I'm dying.

anon YES you are correct that whole album has chastantine vibes tbh, or at least "Sleep on the Floor" does to me, not so much bc of like, one-to-one lyrics but just the music video vibe of a potential timeline where two people bail from their toxic hometown/family life and go off together and give the relationship a chance as like, a lifeline to potential happiness but then the twist is it was just like an alternate reality and they didn't really do that and instead you get the "Cleopatra" timeline where they were in love and they almost gave it a go but they didn't go through with it and are now just. vaguely miserable and/or wistful about what could've been. (much more of a comics john & chas vibe to me, tbf, but still)

[a-libra-writes]

hello, i am here! Stannis with the prompt: a diary where you can communicate with your soulmate, please. it can be hc's or scenario; however you choose to quench my thirst for him, I will be grateful.

hi molly, thank u for giving me such a treat!!! bc this was my first prompt and it... uh ....................

really got away from me

(LOTS OF ANGST BUT ITLL BE OK I PROMISE MAYBE)

The first thing he felt about it was annoyance. The six year old second son of Lord Baratheon looked down and saw that someone had doodled all over his book. He figured it was Robert, though he'd never seen a quill in his brother's hand unless it was being forced by the maester. He set the leather bound book in front of his mother expectantly, silently waiting for an explanation. When she looked at it and gave him a curious glance, he finally spoke.

"Robert's been drawing in it," Stannis said. He placed it right on top of her embroidery so she'd see. Lady Cassana wasn't bothered, rather, she was curious. She picked up the book and flipped through the pages.

"Did you see him do it, sweetling?"

"No." The lack of evidence didn't deter him - no, this was evidence enough. He didn't understand what his mother was so amused about.

Lady Cassana stopped on one of the pages. She smiled at the messy drawing of what was probably a cat catching a mouse. Under that was a tidy little castle with a series of smiling figures. "I don't think it's your brother, Stannis."

Stannis frowned, ready to argue that fact, but she asked, "Do you know what a soulmate is, sweetling?"

“No.”

“It’s a special person that only you can speak with this way,” She touched the book. “It's a special thing, I did it when I was your age. It’s the will of the gods, my love. You should write something back."

He hesitated. “Do I… have to?”

“Not if you don’t want to. But perhaps say hello, give it a try.” Lady Cassana said. She was smiling broadly now. “Enjoy it while you can.”

"What if they're not literate?"

Maester Cressen looked up from his papers, surprised the usually quiet boy was speaking during lessons. Stannis repeated, “What if my… soul mate doesn’t know their letters? You said the smallfolk don't."

The Maester stood and walked over to the leather book. Two years later, and it still looked in good condition. Stannis took care of this things, especially this. As usual the page was covered in whimsical drawings.

“Have you tried to write to them, my lord?”

“Not yet.” Stannis was furrowing his brow already, wanting his questions answered. “What happens if one soul mate can’t write, but the other can? What if both can't?"

“My lord, there's no need to worry about things that are irrelevant to you.”

“What do the smallfolk do?” Stannis pressed on. “Draw pictures like this? How do they find each other? How do they know what the other person looks like?"

Maester Cressen was already turning back to his papers. “Soulmates don’t always find each other, my lord, nor should they expect to.”

“Why not?”

“Distance, lack of communication, familial duties.” The maester said dismissively. “If you’ll return to your lessons—”

“I finished. What’s the point of soulmates if they can never meet?"

Maester Cressen sighed. There was no escaping this anytime soon, he feared. “It’s the will of the gods, my lord, and a great mystery we maesters have studied for centuries. It’s best not to think much of it, however. Draw or write back in the book, if you wish, but do not spend too much time with it. It’s best not to get expectations of someone you will likely never meet.”

Stannis looked down at the book, startled by a new drawing already appearing. He couldn’t see them being made, only when they were finished. It was a school of fish, or maybe a flock of birds. Wouldn’t it be simple to ask where this person lived, and go see them? What was the point of all this if he was just meant to ignore it? He wanted to ignore it, but this mysterious person kept drawing all over his notes and it was distracting.

“Mother said it’s 'the will of the gods', too. Does that mean it’s bad to ignore it?”

The maester stood up and closed the leather book. He replaced it with a chart of various colorful coat of arms and a map. “I daresay it’s time to move on to the next lesson."

It took him a few days, but the lordling decided to write in the book. Stannis wasn't much of an artist, so Hello seemed like a good start. He was relieved when there was a simple ‘hello!’ written back within a few minutes, and later, a scribbly flower with a long stalk underneath. Seeing the words form on their own so quickly, and in response to him, unnerved Stannis. He closed the book and tried not to think about it the rest of the day.

He checked a week later, where more drawings were present, with more words: whats your nam?

He wrote back, Name has an 'e'.

And before his eyes, a minute later, there was a name… and a house, and a title. Caspian.

She was a highborn lady? Stannis looked at the page, not sure what to think about it. It’d be alright to write to a lady, wouldn’t it? Maester Cressen was the one worried about this soulmate business. Perhaps it was because a lord and peasant couldn’t be together? Stannis knew that rule already. He knew the decorum and niceties his parents rehearsed him through, even at his young age. He walked to the library to find a map, and in the time he finally located it and rolled it out, there was more on the page.

A drawing of something weird and arrow-shaped. this is our sigil. its a manta ray.

Stannis had never seen one, but he had a sense that wasn’t what they looked like. He tried looking through the map, but words kept appearing.

whats your nam where are you from? ?? are you a boy or girl do you like horses ? I like swiming and horses! im good at it

He considered closing the book again, rolling up the map, going back to whatever he was doing before. If there was no point, then why bother with this? ... Then again, he’d have to go back to the training yard, and Robert was there swinging around a huge wooden sword.

Stannis frowned, deciding this was the less annoying (and painful) activity for now. He found an ink pot and quill, held it tightly and wrote in a fine penmanship—

My name is Stannis Baratheon.

The last part smudged, and it didn’t look exactly how his father signed it, but it was his best. The response wasn’t immediate, and he quickly saw why. A drawing of a stag appeared on the paper before the words did.

Its good to meat you! lets be friends

Friends? Friends. He thought about it. Stannis didn’t have friends, just brothers. He didn’t think he needed any. This didn’t have to be so bad, though, he could try. If it was too tiresome, or too... strange, he could stop. Maester Cressen wanted him to stop, anyhow, and his mother said he didn't have to.

It’s spelled ‘meet’. We can be friends.

Lady Cassana patted his mess of black hair, and Stannis didn’t flinch away this time. Instead, he asked, “Were you and father soulmates?”

“No,” She answered honestly. She was always honest, and he liked that. His father joked too much. “Do you remember what I told you about duty? Sometimes we have to set aside our hearts to best serve our realm. Sometimes we have to set aside this.”

She gave the leather book back to him. Maester Cressen had taken it, and he was determined to accept the punishment, but it bothered him more than he wanted to say. He was grateful his mother returned it, though he was struggling to meet her eyes. His ears were still red from embarrassment, but she wasn’t upset, or teasing, or scolding.

“It hurt me to set my own down, but I knew it wasn’t meant to be. Your father had one that he never wrote to. The idea of having it and setting it aside was too much for him. And yet, we love each other very much, and we love our sons.” Lady Cassana stopped touching his hair when he finally squirmed away. Stannis ran his fingers along the leather spine and the uneven parchment bound inside the book.

When he took a long time to answer, she spoke softly. “It’s your decision, Stannis.”

That night, he wrote in the book, asking what she’d do when they grew up. When she'd stop writing. The response was instant. There was a drawing of a sad girl next to her words.

your my friend! i like writing to you. do you want to stop?

I don’t. Stannis decided, and that was it.

The talks still came, though. It happened before, several times, and here it was again. It didn’t matter that he stopped bringing the book to his lessons, or that he only wrote in the privacy of his room. Maester Cressen always seemed to know.

“It’s for your own good that you begin to set it aside, Stannis,” The old man said. He always seemed old, but when he was scolding it was especially so.

Stannis wasn’t one to talk back, but he still struggled to hide his scowl. This wasn’t the first time the maester made him set his jaw and tense it up. It wasn’t his business. She never discouraged it, so he didn’t understand why Maester Cressen had to.

“It’s not inappropriate,” He said. “She’s a lady. I never write improperly, it's like sending letters."

“Sending a strange lady letters is inappropriate,” The Maester sighed. “Especially without the knowledge of her family. What would they say?"

“She could tell them at anytime."

“Do you tell your lord father and lady mother all that you write, then?”

Stannis gritted his teeth and turned away. At ten and three, Stannis could already see over the old man’s head, and he didn't feel like a child, so he didn't appreciate being talked to like one. “You don’t speak to Robert about these matters.”

“Robert is at the Eyrie, no doubt being told the same by Lord Arryn. Stannis, do you understand why I say these things? Do you understand the trouble it could cause you, and worse, her?”

Maester Cressen often referred to ‘her’, or the girl, even if she was just as grown as Stannis. He didn't ask her identity, and Stannis didn't give it. He hated having to hear this conversation again. Of all the trouble Robert was already causing in the Eyrie — he saw those letters, it was his duty to attend to them while his parents were at sea — Stannis felt like his own actions were hardly important. There would be weeks where he couldn’t write to her at all, or she was busy as well. If anyone tried to read what they wrote, gods forbid, it was mostly idle talk and drawings.

Lots and lots of drawings, she still had that habit. She was getting very good at them. Stannis brought his mind back to the present. “I understand.” He said, in a tone that made it clear he didn’t actually intend to stop.

Case in point, he pulled out the worn leather book that evening. It was the second, or maybe the third one. If she didn’t draw so much they’d have more room, but sometimes Stannis wrote a lot, too. She made it easy to do that. It was alright if she didn’t answer right away, or if at all. It was good to just write it.

He frowned as he moved to the most recent page. It was a short, curt sentences, which wasn’t like her. There were no pictures.

My cousin died this morning. We were riding together, and she fell from her horse. I couldn’t help her. No one blames me, but I feel terrible. I’ve been crying all day. I’m going to the Godswood tonight to pray for forgiveness. I might be quiet. I'm sorry.

‘I might be quiet’. ‘I might not write tonight.’ ‘I’ll write to you tomorrow’. ‘I’ll tell you about it when I can’. Those were phrases the two of them were used to. It was expectant. They may not write every day, or every week, but eventually they will.

Take the time you need. I’ll be here for you.

It made his chest hurt to write that, but he knew it was the right thing. It’s what she would always say to him, and without fail, he’d eventually come around and tell her. She was the only one he really told… anything. He wondered if the same was true for her. She mentioned visiting ladies now and again, a knight’s daughter she played with, and… this cousin.

He kept the book beside him the rest of the evening, knowing she likely wouldn’t respond. By the time she did, the earlier conversation with the maester had left his mind.

The longest they’d gone without writing was during the following year. It took months before he could pick the book up again, even look at it. It was months using all the willpower he had to get out of bed and carry on. There was Renly to look after, and Storm’s End to attend to, and the duties that Robert neglected when he returned to the Eyrie. He should have stayed, but he didn’t. So Stannis took care of it. He did what was right.

When he was finally able to pick up the book, when the choking pain keeping him up at night had dulled to just a constant ache that allowed sleep now and again, he hesitated.

The latest page was inquiries of how he was, where he was. There was a variety of pictures, black and some colors she’d managed to get ahold of. Her manta rays looked like proper rays, and so did the stags she had become so fond of. She drew some ships she’d seen in the harbor, a cat that liked to hide away in her bedroom. Then the pictures stopped.

My father told me what happened. Stannis, I’m here. You can write to me, whenever you can. I’ll always be here.

It hurt again. He closed the book, listened to the fire flickering loudly in the hearth in his room. It was becoming stuffy, but he didn’t want to open a window. He could hear the waves and the crashes against the rock from his window, and that would lead to the sounds of broken wood and screams in his sleep.

He moved closer to the fire, away from those sounds. Flipping through the old book’s pages, looking at the art and some of the sillier things she wrote. Apparently when he’d make her laugh, she’d screw up some letters. She told him as much. When he corrected any spelling, she liked to make the same mistake and circle it. She liked to draw little figures that were supposed to be them, but it was awful on purpose, and they were usually doing something ridiculous like riding a dragon.

Looking back on those gave him the strength to flip to the newest page. He stared at it, wondering if he should stop. He was acting Lord of Storm’s End. Wasn’t his duty even more important than this, and wasn’t her reputation in danger? ‘Willed by the gods’, they said, but he no longer believed in those. What gods would smash his parents and their great ship against the rocks of their own castle? The same stupid gods that would create this... this connection in a world where it would inevitably be severed.

He gritted his teeth, feeling the pain shoot up across his jaw and straight to his head, where a headache would start. The fire was right there. It would be easy to …

His hands moved on their own. The words were sloppy and left heavy ink blotches on the paper. I’m here.

I am too. I missed you.

The response was near instantaneous. Perhaps if she waited, he could’ve done it. He could’ve burned it, if she hadn’t wrote that. Maybe it didn’t matter what she’d say. The sudden longing and loneliness hit him all at once, but it was easy to respond.

I won’t do it again. Being gone for this long.

A pause, a heartbeat, and a tensing of his jaw that made his head ache again. He added in an anxious scrawl, I missed you too.

It was another sleepless night, but for once, it wasn’t because of the nightmares and the crashing waves. The sun came up as he wrote in the margins of the last page, promising to find a new book.

There was modest wooden box he kept them in, hidden under his bed. He was good at hiding it now. No one had bothered mentioning Stannis’ old habit anymore, assuming he’d grown out of it. He’d dated all of them to the best of his knowledge, though he rarely went back to read them. He used to, but that simple act flustered him horribly. They were still in good condition, except for one that had been partially chewed by a hunting hound. The one time he was careless.

The hound was no longer around, and he regretted that. He liked dogs. He liked that one, upset as he was when she chewed the diary years ago. She was still a good, loyal dog. He had to butcher her with the rest.

Stannis tried to remember when they ate the dogs. Thinking was a slow, laborious process now. He had to sit down to do it, and getting up was even worse. He stayed standing as long as possible, afraid of what would happen if he stopped. He couldn’t stop, not while his men needed him, and Renly, and Robert.

He moved slowly. It was hard to tell if it was to conserve energy or if he simply had no energy left. Stannis carefully unwrapped the small leather strap that kept the diary bound and closed. His shaking hands struggled to grasp the paper and turn the pages, but he managed. It was the writing that was the hardest. At least there was plenty of paper and ink, only because no one could eat it.

When he looked at the page again, the lighting was different. The candle was lower than before. He’d dropped his quill on the floor — no, he was on the floor, leaning against the cool stone. Stannis didn’t remember falling. He wasn’t sure if he passed out, or fell asleep. Again he turned to the proper page and picked up the quill. He tried to write before he remembered he needed ink. The ink dragged across the page as he wrote languidly, Are you there

The question mark was more of an ugly splotch that spread across the paper.

Yes, always.

Her family supported the rebellion, being sworn to Eddard Stark, and outraged at what the Mad King had done to his father and brother. Stannis told himself it made writing easier, not that he’d ever give her any information that could endanger her. Early on, they didn’t speak of it. Especially now, he couldn’t. He couldn’t…

He couldn’t… think. Stannis struggled for words. He mentioned what day it was, how many men he had left. A log that helped keep him grounded, something he hated to subject her to, but he needed the clarity. Sometimes she corrected him on the day, and that startled him. As he finished his short report, his hand trembled, and he dropped the quill again. Stannis exhaled, forcing the air through his lungs, then struggled to breath in again.

Not for the first time, he wondered if this was dying.

He wasn’t sure how much time passed before he looked at the page again. She wrote a lot, and he couldn’t remember when it was there.

When you make it through this disgusting siege — and you will make it, Stannis — I’ll be there. I swear it, I’ll sail down to Storm’s End with my family’s ships. I don’t care anymore. I want to be there.

She’d said as much before, when this started. Stannis discouraged her. He didn’t have the strength for that anymore. Instead, he fought to keep his eyes open, fought to think about it, difficult as thinking was. Thinking of their meeting used to be a surefire way of a day full of anxious thoughts, but now it was… grounding. He couldn’t see the end of the rebellion, or the end of this siege. He just had to endure it. That’s what Robert said: Endure it, brother. Hold it for me.

But he could see her, in his thoughts. He could try. Some years ago, she asked what he looked like, and he responded as such: Blue eyes, black hair, like his father and brothers. Asking the same of her felt… strange. She didn’t answer right away, so he panicked. He said she didn’t have to do such a thing. It was inappropriate. She told him to wait, which he thought was odd.

Several hours later, she took up nearly a whole page with a ‘messy’ self-portrait: her words, not his. It was only a bust, but it still transfixed him. It was clear from the drawing she had looked in a mirror, and it was messy, and it was surrounded by words describing her hair color and her favorite dress and her eyes. Stannis couldn’t look at the page for days after that. He’d break out in a sweat just thinking about it.

It was comforting to think about the old picture now. Maybe 'comforting' wasn’t the right word, but she was the one who was good with words, and pictures, and little fantasies like this. She liked to write about what they could do if they met.

Maybe he took too long to respond again. She had written more. We’ll meet and you’ll show me the drum walls around Storm’s End. You promised. I’ll bring my best paintings, I made one for you. I don’t care if it’s allowed or not, it’s a gift. I want to see you so badly it hurts.

Stannis touched the letters. He was startled by how his pale hands seemed to blend into the parchment. He didn’t recognize the knuckles sticking out. He wondered what she sounded like, and how she laughed. He didn’t think he could manage it now. Stannis glanced around for the quill, dipped it into ink with a great deal of effort, and slowly slid it across the paper. He stopped abruptly, ruining the words.

You’re the strongest, most noble man I know. You will make it through this and the rebellion will end, and I’ll be with you. I swear it before the old gods and new.

The ink seeped into the paper, the quill trembled in his hand as he tried to hold it properly. He was dying, he decided. Only dying men ate disgusting leather they tried to boil into water and infected rats. Even the latter was becoming scarce. He scrawled a response, struggling to pull the words together.

I miss you.

I miss you too, Stannis.

[byulsgrease]

palinoia + moonbyul || off the beaten path

(smut but not particularly graphic, ~970 words) - event prompt list

a/n: I'm not dead. surprise! combined a req and an event post bc it kinda fit? also I definitely wrote this like 3 sentences at a time over the span of maybe 3 weeks oops finals may have killed my brain a little. event's still open if y'all wanna req!

palinoia: the obsessive repetition of an art until it is perfect or mastered

Your shoes came off immediately upon stepping inside, hard-soled shoes up to the dress code and standing for long periods of time truly were the worst combination. The strap of your messenger bag got pushed off your shoulder, leaving an indent in the fabric of your shirt.

Byulyi stood to greet you with open arms, having just come home herself as you slumped lethargically into her embrace. The tension from your shoulders began fading away when hers hands found your lower back.

“Long day?” You nodded into her shoulder with limited range of motion. “Did you wanna talk about it?” she asked quietly, hand rubbing your back with care. Your head shook, whispering in her ear you’d rather have a distraction, hoping she understood your veiled request.

Getting marched to the bed and backed onto it served as indication enough that she understood. You pulled her in for a kiss, pressing your fingertips into the back of her neck. She returned the gesture with her hands on your hips, thumbs sweeping over the skin exposed by your barely hiked up shirt. Byulyi peppered small kisses to your cheeks and jawline, letting out a barely audible chuckle when your head scrunched into your shoulder out of embarrassment, a flustered heat licking your face.

Funnily enough, Byulyi refused to buy handcuffs. She claimed lock and key were too bothersome, that she’d lose it somehow and inevitably have to cut you free one day. But she used basically anything else to accomplish the exact same goal— shoelaces, ribbon, neckties. Hell, she even used a resistance band once. That one certainly left a few marks. She always told you that restraints wouldn’t leave any if you simply stayed still— chuckling softly to herself all the while because she knew that was nearly impossible. She enjoyed tending to them afterwards anyway. Plus, knots. There were just so many possible permutations of how to tie someone up. Or back. Or down. She approached the task of tying you up with intent and focus which was strangely mesmerizing, watching her methodically set up your restraints.

Today was no different after a long day at work as she unfurled the tie from around her neck. You yelped when she clasped your wrist and swung it above your head in an instant, and then whined from knowing full well what was coming.

“Hey, you’re the one who asked for a distraction. Just focus on me.” How nonchalant. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it though, allowing her to do whatever she wanted for a while. Hopefully she wasn’t in a mood to be mean.

“Do your best to keep your hands here, okay?” she instructed softly, hovering above you as her fingers maneuvered her tie into an elaborate knot around your wrists, looping them to the bedpost. You gave a gentle nod. At least it wasn’t both hands and feet. Now that was torture— depending on who you asked, of course. You sighed resigned when her lips found yours, unable to pull her in closer. Byul always kissed you deeply and desperately, the kind that never failed to remind that she cared. She upped the pace and trailed her fingertips up your sides, sending a shiver through your body. Your heel hooked around the back of one of her legs as some kind of gesture of closeness. What else could you do with unavailable hands?

When she pulled back for air, you wasted no time sounding a plea— “Byul, I need you, n-now,” shakily tripping over your words. Heat simmered underneath your skin at the admission, both from how little it took and also from how desperate it sounded. Not what you intended, it just slipped out that way. Your head fell to the side, attempting to bury your burning face in your upper arm bent beside your head.

She stared at you proudly for a moment with her lower lip cunningly bitten between pearly teeth. You wondered what the delay was. She heard you, right? She leaned down with the weight of her body pressed into yours, lips directly next to your ear.

“Aw, incoherent and whiny already?” A low chuckle reverberated from deep in her throat, deafening to your ears with her proximity. Well— that, and your pulse thumping restlessly in your eardrums in anticipation of what she’d do next. Had you asked for too much?

Her hand slid down your front to slip her fingers into your waistband. The pads of her fingers tapped along the skin just underneath. You couldn’t help but arch your back to meet your hips with her touch, trying to force her hand lower. She obliged and smiled again when a drawn out whine left your mouth, your body tensing solidly beneath her.

“You can have anything you want, baby. You just have to tell me. Or I’ll figure it out on my own eventually,” she murmured into the warmth of your neck before marking it up with her teeth. The hitched breaths and choked-back moans stopped short in your throat gave her all the motivation to continue. She smiled again, lips taut against your sensitive skin. She kissed down to your breasts, savoring each delicate touch that fueled the building heat between your thighs. After all your fidgeting, her fingers finally trailed to where you wanted them most, pulling the sweet yet desperate sounds of her name from your lips.

“Just relax and let me take care of you, haven’t you worked hard enough today?” she whispered reassuringly against your chest, completely dissolving your self-restraint with one utterance as your wrists tugged uselessly against the fabric with a singular drawn out whine.

No handcuffs, no problem. Byulyi would never pass up a chance to practice her knots on you. Maybe someday they’ll be perfect.

[datleggy]

Totally random thought I had right as I am going to bed but ya know that show "I didn't know I was pregnant"? Buck would be on that show lol the boy is oblivious when it comes to his own body, so like I can perfectly picture him collapsing on the job one day wracked with pain, and then Hen is poking around his stomach where it hurts, her, Buck and Eddie packed into the back of the ambulance as Chim and Bobby drive to the hospital, and she gets out the stethoscope to try and listen for internal bleeding or anything but instead finds an infant heartrate and she's like "Buck, you're pregnant?" And he's like "uh, no? What the hell?" And then his water breaks and he tries to convince hen and Eddie that he had an accident bc even that would be a better alternative to suddenly figuring out he's about to have a baby???? What the fuck???? But Eddie holds his hand all the way through it and by the time they get to the hospital, Buck has a healthy newborn cradled against his chest, Eddie knelt beside him and alternating between kissing buck and the baby on the head, and observing the baby in disbelief. I can also picture Buck like, sobbing his sorry's to Eddie the entire time he's pushing, like "Eddie I swear I had no idea, if I had known, I would have told you!" And Eddie is just reassuring him the entire time like "don't worry about that now, Buck, just concentrate. No one is mad, okay? But you gotta focus on the- on the baby" and buck just sobs and nods and focuses on the delivery again. But for a good while Buck is in denial that any of this is happening and it takes a lot of convincing and encouragement from both hen and Eddie for him to start actively participating in his baby's birth. Anyways, random half asleep thought is finished sorry for the long ask hdshsjjsjdbsjsj

WELL SHIT ok so i actually love that show and i could see buck doing this lmao so i wrote a thing. also ignore all medical inaccuracies, this is my distraction from monday lmao let me have this wildly inept fic pls. 

also just in case, it’s pretty brief, i think, but TW for talk of weight and weight gain

It's nearing the end of their shift now and Buck can almost hear his feet howling at him in pain. Today hadn't even really been all that busy, he thinks, annoyed at his own body's betrayal. He's not even thirty yet, but in the last couple of months he's felt as though he's aged about ten years.

He's put on a few pounds, which isn't too uncommon, sometimes Buck goes through stretches of time where he eats more carbs than he needs and works out less than he'd like and so a little tummy fat is to be expected.

It normally doesn't bother him, except that in the last maybe three months he hasn't felt like exercising much outside of work but he's eaten nearly everything in sight every night. He's up about fifteen pounds, which he wouldn't have even noticed, seeing that he does fluctuate at times anywhere between five to eight pounds over or under what he usually weighs, if it hadn't been for Chimney teasing him about putting down his third Krispy Kreme donut of the day and picking up a barbell earlier this morning.

Chim and Buck poke fun at each other all the time--it's a staple in their friendship and brother ship, in fact--and Buck had flipped him the bird, nothing new there. What had been new was the fact that he'd excused himself to the bathroom right after that and locked himself in a stall and bawled his eyes out as quietly as humanly possible.

Buck grimaces, embarrassed still, by the outburst, even if no one had been there to witness it. He still has no idea what the hell that had been about this morning.

Eddie notices the sour mood and pulls him in close. "Hey, you ok?"

Buck nods. "Yeah, just tired. Ready to go home--shit." Buck feels a shooting pain so intense his knees buckle and Eddie has to hold him upright to keep him from hitting the floor. 

“Woah!” Eddie calls Bobby over, who’s closest, for help, “Buck? Buck, you with me? What’s wrong? What hurts?” 

Buck just shakes his head and grits his teeth, the pain so debilitating he can hardly breathe much less speak. 

The Captain is on his other side in an instant and together Eddie and Bobby help Buck towards the couch, where he collapses in a heap, throwing his head back and letting out an agonized whine. “What’s going on? Did he get hurt during one of the calls?” Bobby asks Eddie, frantic to help put a stop to this. 

Eddie’s helpless, “Bobby I don’t know, one second we were talking about going home and the next he practically fell to the floor in pain.” he turns to face his husband, “Baby, I’m here, look at me, what’s the matter? What hurts?” 

Buck’s face scrunches up and he finally exhales sharply, his grip on the couch cushions loosening, and he opens his eyes, wide like saucers, and says, “What the fuck was that?” 

At this point Hen and Chim, as well as half the crew, have gathered around and Hen is quick to put on her doctors hat and try to sus out the problem. She makes Bobby step aside and Chimney hands her a stethoscope. “Buck, is it your stomach?” she asks, noticing the stiff way he’s holding himself around his midriff. 

“I don’t--kinda? I don’t know. It was just like, this crazy wave of pain, almost like a cramp, but way worse.” he struggles to describe the feeling now that it’s more or less passed for the time being.  

Hen had seen Buck wince when he’d been in the harness on the last call of the day, but he hadn’t said anything and she hadn’t thought too much about it until now. “Did you hurt yourself in the harness earlier? Maybe pulled something when we reeled you back up?” she asks, palpitating his stomach with her fingers, watching him almost retract from her touch. 

“Maybe?” Buck shrugs uncomfortably, wincing when she hits a particularly sore spot. 

Something about this feels familiar and strangely obvious, but Hen doesn’t understand why until she puts her stethoscope up to his belly to check for lack of bowel sounds, indicating maybe some internal bleeding or sorts. 

Hen gasps out loud and sits up like she’s been smacked. 

Eddie frowns. “What? What’s wrong? Is he gonna be ok?” He almost wants to snatch the damn stethoscope out of her ears and check for himself, his eyes darting between Hen and Buck nervously. 

“Buck, you’re pregnant. And in labor, by the sounds of it.” Hen blurts out in disbelief. 

“What.” Buck blinks at her, waiting for the other shoe to drop. This has to be a joke. 

“I heard a heartbeat in there...” Hen informs them, still awed. “Buck, that was a contraction you just experienced.” 

Eddie gapes at Hen and then at Buck. “You’re pregnant?” 

Buck gapes right back at him. “No!” he denies, shaking his head incredulously. “That’s insane, I can’t be pregn--ah--” Buck leans forward in pain as another contraction begins. “Fuck.” 

“Jesus, yeah, no you’re definitely pregnant,” Chim announces, “Your water just broke all over my favorite couch, bud. I’m getting the ambulance ready asap.” he says, before running to do just that, head reeling. He thinks about Maddie and when she gave birth to their daughter and how scared out of his mind he’d been and he sympathizes for Buck and Eddie, who up until now apparently hadn’t even realizes they were expecting... 

Back at the lounge Buck continues to deny any of this is even happening. He whines into Eddie’s chest, “That’s pee, it has to be, because I’m not pregnant. There’s no way.” he lets out a pitiful whimper as another contraction begins and buries his face against his husband to hide the tears springing up in his eyes. 

“Buck, son, we gotta get you to a hospital right now.” Bobby tries, running a soothing hand over the top of his head. 

But Buck shakes his head no, shuddering out a sob. “M’not going.” 

Eddie, overwhelmed, looks to Hen and Bobby for help. 

“Buck, ambulance is ready to go, we need to move unless you wanna have this kid at the firehouse.” Hen grimaces. “I know you’re in pain and I know you’re confused and hurting, but we need to get you into that ambulance and now.” 

Buck cries out when another contraction hits him and Hen gulps. “Your contractions are getting way too close together, we need to move.” she nods at her Captain and Eddie to help get Buck up and together the three of them manage to get Buck onto a gurney and into the waiting ambulance.

Bobby rides up front with Chimney, leaving Hen and Eddie to work in the back with Buck. 

“Buck, you need to start getting ready to push, this baby’s coming.” Hen warns him, but Buck refuses. 

“I can’t.” he sobs. “I didn’t--” he throws his head back, the pain lighting his nerves on fire. “I swear Eddie, I didn’t know. You gotta believe me.”

Eddie takes Bucks hand into his and brings it up to his lips. “I know baby, I know, you don’t have to worry about that. I promise. Nobody is mad at you, ok? I’m not. But right now you need to focus on pushing, you need to listen to Hen, ok? We’re ok, and you’re gonna be ok, but I need you to push, baby. I love you so much, you know that, right?” 

Buck lets Eddie wipe away his tears, leans into the comforting touch, and nods shakily, exhaling. “O-ok, I’m--I’m ready.” 

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The baby is so very tiny in Eddie’s arms. 

Olive Buckley-Diaz is born weighing exactly six pounds and two ounces. 

Christopher, who’s curled up against Bucks side on the hospital bed after a very exhausting day, looks up at his Buck, his little brow still knitted in confusion. “So she was a surprise baby? And that’s how come you guys didn’t tell me about her?” 

Buck tries not to laugh. “Yeah bud, it was a huge surprise to us, too.” 

Eddie nods along, smiling fondly down at the bundle he’s holding. Her blotchy red face is slack in sleep and there’s already tufts of brown hair sticking up funnily on her head under her hat. “I still can’t believe you only gained like fifteen pounds during the whole pregnancy.” Eddie chuckles, “Or that you worked through the nine months, God Buck, when I think of the stunts you pulled during calls in the last few months alone I’m--” he shudders. “Actually I’d rather not think about it.” he sighs, “I’m just happy you’re both healthy at the end of the day.” 

Really, it’s a miracle. The doctor had said as much after the delivery. 

“To be fair I never got any of the other symptoms,” Buck shrugs. “I wasn’t nauseous, my feet never swelled, I don’t remember any weird cravings? And you said it yourself, I didn’t really gain all that much weight.” 

Eddie leans down to kiss Buck’s forehead. “You should be on that show.” he grins. 

Buck tilts his head. 

“You know the one, the one Hen made us watch when work was slow that one time. ‘I didn’t know I was pregnant’.” he teases. 

Buck groans. “I regret all the jokes I made at the time. I totally get those people now. Pregnancy is weird.” 

Christopher rests his head more comfortably against Bucks chest and smiles softly. “Yeah, but now our family’s even bigger.” 

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