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hcsiqs · 6 months ago

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paige request!!! paige x reader inspired by slut! by taylor swift, maybe r is rlly famous on social media and similar to how tara yummy always gets called a bop for nothing, similar to that but in reality she’s a lover girl for paige 😽😽😽

| slut!

• pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader

• summary: after getting hate comments on your posts, paige finds you upset in your room she comforts you.

• warnings: angst (???)

• i used tara as the fc but picture how every you want to!!

ynln

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ynln i love life !

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user1 Why does she always post her body…

user2 biggest bop of our generation

user3 paige needs to break up with her bc…

user4 Yeah no

user5 The second picture @paigebueckerss i wouldn’t let that slide personally

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You were sitting in your bed with your eyes glued to your phone as you scrolled through the comment section of your latest Instagram post. Everything inside of you wanted to peel your eyes away from the illuminated screen in front of you, but you couldn’t. You were reading hate comment after hate comment and it didn’t seem like you would be able to look anyway anytime soon.

Your mind didn’t skip over the fact that Paige had probably seen the comments and been getting tagged in videos of you acting like a bop, according to the internet. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what could possibly be going through Paige’s mind as she sees the comments and the videos, you just hoped that you would be able to inform her that none of it was true or all the videos are before the two of you got together, most of them being before you even knew one another.

You set your phone down and laid your head against the backboard of the bed as hot tears started to stream from your eyes, the sensation of the tears made your eyes seem like they were burning from the sudden water taking over them. Your fingers brushed against your cheeks as you tried to clean your face of any dried tears until you heard a notification ding from your phone.

[ynln] @paigebueckersfan1234 commented on your post!

Why is Paige with such a slut!

This just caused even more tears to spill from your eyes. You had no idea where people were even getting this information from. You had been on a cruise with Paige in the past week and were with her every second. Sure, maybe you had drank with some of your friends on the ship, with Paige there, but no photos were taken due to her wanting to keep her social media clean for her younger audience. Everything people were saying, just wasn’t true, and you hoped that Paige wouldn’t believe them.

You found yourself in the same cycle as earlier as you went finding more comments, almost like it was addicting, until the door to your guys shared room opened and a blonde basketball player walked in, “Baby, what’s wrong?” was the first thing she asked as she dropped her bags to the floor and quickly made her way to the bed to hold you in her arms.

You found yourself pulling away from Paige’s grasp, just disgusted with yourself and not finding yourself worthy to be in her arms due to all the rumors being spread, even though no part of them were true. “It’s not true, ya know?” your voice cracked, as your eyes were looking down at your hands in your lap. But, when you looked up you were met with Paige’s eyebrows bent up, showing a clear sign of confusion. “The comments and all the videos you’re being tagged in. The videos are before I even met you,” was all you could get out as you looked at your girlfriend sitting so beautifully in front of you.

“I know Y/N. I was literally with you on the cruise. Some jealous ass people aren’t gonna gaslight me into thinking that you did something you didn’t,” her hand found its way to your exposed arm as her fingers gently glided up and down it, trying to ease your worries.

“Thank you,” you rubbed the tears from your face as your lips pulled into a small smile and your eyes met her blue ones. Her hand reached up to cup your cheek as she pulled you into a soft kiss. Her lips were soft against yours, showing her pure and utter adoration for you. Paige’s hand moved to the back of your neck, causing all the small hairs there to stand up, as your body became filled with goosebumps.

When she pulled away, her forehead rested against your own, your proximity so close you could smell the shampoo she used from her recently washed hair. You were happy to have her here and be wrapped up in everything about her.

“Plus, I know you’re only a slut for me,” the blonde said, breaking the comfortable silence between you two.

“Paige!” you giggled, shoving her away from you jokingly.

“Too soon?”

“Yes”

allie’s corner.

i’m praying this isn’t absolute trash and i’m sorry if it is😭😭

#wnba #paige bueckers #uconn huskies #uconn wbb #paige bueckers x reader #paige x reader #paige buckets #uconn lives #uconn women’s basketball #uconn x reader #wlw post #fanfic #paige bueckers fanfiction

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helpallthenamesaretaken · 7 months ago

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i feel like the paparazzi should have had a bigger role in hoo. i mean since piper was the daughter of one of the most biggest actors in hollywood and percy is one of the america's most wanted, both of them on a suspicious cruise ship with some other mysterious people causing random chaos everywhere should have caused a little bit of hysteria among the media.

for one, i feel like it would add a lot of humour and chaos. imagine every dinner or lunch scene on the argo II starting with a funny update of what the newspaper has to say about their new globetrotting adventure. imagine the paparazzi reminding percy more about his life ("mr. jackson, are you going to explode another monument?!" "bestie what r you talking about?"). imagine every fight scene being interrupted by people asking questions.

but imagine the angst potential too. imagine the paparazzi affecting piper's arc of figuring herself out. and the additional pressure she feels to maintain this relationship with jason. imagine percy and annabeth falling into tartarus because the flashing lights prevented the rest of the seven from getting to them on time. imagine all the mental breakdowns on camera. imagine them worrying that sally and grover would see everything on tv.

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ofspacecrafts · 6 months ago

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Tommy has heard about Buck before . He knows that the 118 got a new probie after he left that kinda reckless. Rumor has it that he was having sex on the job and stole a fire truck. Then as years go by he keeps hearing stories about how this guy is reckless and puts himself in harms way and that he sued the department and that he’s kind of an uncontrollable idiot . But he also hears about the heroic rescues and the people this man saves.

Then he meets Evan . He realizes pretty quick that Evan is the Buck everyone’s been talking about . And the fact that he’s current riding along into a hurricane to find a cruise ship that may or may not actually be in danger, kind of tracks with everything he’s heard. Except Tommy’s here too and so is Chim and Hen and Eddie, and in this situation they’re all being a little reckless. And they’re all making jokes but there’s a determination in this kids eyes, there’s bravery there.

And when they rescue Bobby and Athena , Tommy sees how Evan smiles , how his body relaxes and he’s like wow the 118 really cares about each other and this man might just have the biggest heart of them all.

And then Tommy becomes friends with Eddie and hears how Buck helps with Christopher , how he saved him from a tsunami , that he was there for Christopher when Eddie couldn’t be.

Christopher tells Tommy how Buck helped build him a skateboard when he was younger and how Buck is always there for him and that he’s super smart and a great cooking and always cheers people up .

When Tommy and Evan start dating he realizes there’s so much more to those rumors he heard throughout the years , they don’t paint the full picture. Evan is one of the bravest , kindest , goofiest, most loving people he’s ever met. Buck knows so many random facts Tommy doesn’t understand how he has enough time in his day to know all these things. If someone is sad , he’ll do anything to make them laugh . He genuinely wants to save people and protect them from hurt. Evan jumps in with no hesitation because of how hard he loves.

And Tommy knows now, he’s going to fall hard too.

#this is so therapeutic lolllll idk what that says about me #911 headcanons #bucktommy #evan buckley #tommy kinard #text posts

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spicynectarines · 11 months ago

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FUCK this is the worst mistake of my life

#i had lego friends mostly #finishing the lego friends cruise ship was my biggest accomplishment for a year #i was so proud of it

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wheelsgoroundincircles · 8 months ago

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1970 Chrysler 300 Hurst

One of the great unknowns about the 1970 Chrysler 300 Hurst is exactly how many cars were built. Estimates put the total as low as 485, and as high as 502 cars. Regardless of what the figure actually is, the car itself is a pretty special piece of machinery.

The 300 Hurst is a giant of a car at 19′ in length. All of the Hursts rolled off the production line finished in Spinnaker White. The cars were then shipped to the Hurst factory in Warminster, Pennsylvania, where a substantial transformation was performed. The first change to be made was the removal of the standard Chrysler steel hood skin, which was replaced with a fiberglass unit. This featured a decorative hood scoop and the obligatory set of recessed hood locks. The deck lid was also removed, and once again, a fiberglass replacement, complete with a spoiler integrated with the rear quarter panels, was also installed. The White paintwork was complimented by the addition of Satin Tan highlights and contrasting pinstripes, and the wheels were adorned with the same Satin Tan color in the centers. This Hurst is a clean car, with a small area of rust visible in the lower section of the driver’s side front fender, and surface corrosion present on the car’s underside. The Spinnaker White paint appears to be in good condition, but there has been some deterioration of the Satin Tan paint on both the hood and the deck lid. The exterior trim and chrome all look good, while the tinted glass is close to perfect.

The 300 Hurst was a premium car at a premium price, so naturally, it required a premium interior. In this case, seat upholstery was available in a single type and color. Continuing the exterior theme, the color is Saddle Tan, and the material is leather. The plush front seats are not standard 300 items but have been pilfered from the Imperial parts bin. While the original intention was for a Hurst shifter to be part of the interior features, this is something that never eventuated. The interior of this Hurst is close to perfect, with a single discolored spot on the dash pad being the most obvious fault. The rest of it presents in virtually as-new condition, and as befits a luxury car, it is loaded with luxury touches. These include air conditioning, power windows, six-way power seats, cruise control, a remote trunk release, and I think that there also might be an 8-track player hanging under the dash.

The 300 Hurst was the biggest of the muscle cars, and as such, it needed a big motor to get it moving. In this case, it is the TNT 440 engine, pumping out 375hp. The Hurst also features a 727 TorqueFlite transmission, a 3.23 rear end, power steering, power brakes, heavy-duty rear springs and front torsion bars, and sway bars. The exhaust was a full dual system, ending in quad tips. This Hurst hasn’t seen a lot of recent use, and documentation confirms that between 1986 and 2019, it managed to accumulate a grand total of 20 miles! Since being removed from its climate-controlled storage, it has undergone a meticulous mechanical check and recommissioning, and it is now said to run and drive perfectly. The owner does suggest that while the tires look good, they are pretty olds, and replacing them might be a good idea. He also says that the Hurst may need mufflers fairly soon. The car does come with a fair collection of documentation, including the original Build Sheet and Window Sticker, a pristine Certi-Card, Owner’s Manual, as well as dealer paperwork and other assorted items.

While there has always been some question surrounding the build totals for the 1970 300 Hurst, one thing is certain, and that is that there are less than 300 cars in existence today. Pristine examples can fetch sums in excess of $30,000, and even a rough example in need of restoration can still sell for anywhere around $13,000. This one doesn’t need a major restoration, but it does require some cosmetic work. I’m not sure where bidding is eventually going to go with this one, but I would suspect that it will be somewhere around the low to mid $20,000 mark. Even at that price, it probably wouldn’t be a bad buy.

#Chrysler 300 Hurst #chrysler 300 #chrysler #car #cars #muscle car #american muscle #mopar #moparperformance #moparnation #moparworld

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jacktheeldergod2 · 14 days ago

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Poll time y'all

As part of a multidimensional alternative rehabilitation program you were randomly selected to be the master of an otherworldly criminal for an unspecified amount of time,your options being:

The eldest vampire of a parallel earth long lost to ruin,a girl from the very first batches of homo sapiens evolution crafted. Speaks only her tribe's language but has a little translator pendant to understand you. Her crimes were described as pestilence spreading for eons. Wants to hunt constantly. Plays single player videogames and exercises. Does little to nothing else. Immune to the sun and holy symbols,claims she was allergic to garlic since garlic was a thing. Wants to sleep hugging someone,the more people the merrier to her

Alecorax the one who knows. a dragon of purple and orange coloration the size of a cruise ship. Knows more than you can comprehend and yields magic so skillfully that he slayed the gods of his realm all by himself in a fight that took 37852 years and 29 days. His crimes are deicide and experimentation on people. The only reason he won't kill you is cause he was allowed to not have to share any of his knowledge horde with you. Will ignore you half the time.

A salamander made of broken obsidian. Consumes all the heat around it slowly but surely. Its crimes are going to the core of multiple planets and over the eons freezing them in a quest to be the last alive in its world. Always complains about how there are more dimensions with more even more planets it has to kill now. Is is constantly snuffing out heat sources.

Irene the daughter of air. A siren that controlled the minds of billions of civilizations with her music and committed the biggest count of tax evasion in the known multiverse. Can stop your anxiety or bring you exquisite sleep with a mere whistle. If you look at her purple scales long enough it may take hours or days for you to snap out of your trance. Will either steal your money or everyone elses,your choice. Refers to Freddie Mercury and robopup as fellow sirens. Can hear your thoughts. Heard that insult you thought of and laughed at you

Though-shall-not-bow-to-evil. An angel that killed an unspecified amount of innocents by accident and thus fell. Has 28 wings and 4 faces,covered in armor that conceals their perfectly smooth,spotless shining form. Deeply regretful and cries rose water almost every time they remember their sin. will do anything you ask even if it kills them. Will follow into the next life if you reincarnate,won't stop following you until you are in a comfortable afterlife

Dilar the dealer. A fey with a bug like form hidden under their suit,hat and stained glass mask. They will kill you if you try to touch their mask or undo their clothes. Their crimes were simply described as fraud. Will try to get you to make deals with them. Proceed with them at your own risk

Cornelius the last court jester of the court of witchcraft. No one knows how this one man who was once a mere eunuch guard that watched over a warlord's harem of slaves became the most trusted man in the court of witchcraft nor how he killed them all. He doesn't have to disclose this information to you. His crimes are mass murder as well as the theft and hiding of all the magic items of the court and its participants. Jokes about everything that is brought to his attention

Slorvenovia the traitorous queen. A giant type of bee or wasp,you can't really tell. As big as the average plane. Ate all of her kind on her world and devoured her own genitals as to never bear spawn again. Claims she did it so she could be the only one as beautiful as her race is. Can turn to a humanoid form,a 2 meters tall woman with blond here and hazel eyes. Will beat the shit out of you if you demand honey from her and will side eye you if you consume any honey

The presence. An incorporeal invisible being with only the ones it desires feeling its presence. Can do any menial task,housework,your job and more,always leaving notes ridiculing the job it did,calling it too easy. Will do tasks you didn't tell it to and mock you for not remembering to tell it to do them. Its crimes are described as sightseeing

The weather beetle. a big humanoid machine made of gold,hunched over and with 8 arms helping it walk in an animalistic manner,fully composed of glass and gold. Many machines detecting,analyzing and controlling the weather lie upon it's back. Jolly and curious. Its crimes are creating weather phenomena that almost killed all the lifeforms on its world in a week. It's confused as it thinks that the weather is something whose damages would always be excused and doesn't understand why it was punished

Spade the knight of every forest. A σπουργίτι(type of small bird) with a needle made out of porcupine quill he uses as a sword. Speaks of his glorious queen often,seems deeply in love with her although he denies it, rambling about how dishonorable it would be to pine over the king's wife. Talks in a deep boastful voice,sings without a semblance of rhythm. Asks to kill specific people,not saying why. Similar murders landed him in this program. Gathers lost coins to buy fig tarts

Sfera the haunted pistol. A demon locked in an old colt revolver. Speaks to you in your head. Weathered with little of her hilt painted white anymore. Starts laughing proudly when her crimes are mentioned,which were described as "crimes of war". Always asks to be repainted and polished,gets all mushy when these requests are fulfilled. Always suggests vile actions and brutal solutions to you. While you own her no bullet will touch you and she'll never run out of lead for you to shoot. Demands to listen to guns and roses,queen and nirvana in the morning,always demands you read old myths to her before bed,often asking for the works of Homer

The godmother. A 9 foot tall ethereal undead with pale skin and pure white glazed over eyes. She's soft spoken but starts yelling at you if you don't follow her wishes. Her crimes were described as child abuse,child endangerment and use of chemical weapons as discipline methods. Tries to lead your behavior in any way she can. Not allowed to hurt you or disobey your wishes at all. This is for your own safety

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#polls #my polls #poll time #random polls #tumblr polls #poll

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celaenaeiln · 1 year ago

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Damian: Richard! He won't give me the remote!

Tim: It's my turn! You had it last time!

Damian: You said that last time too!!

Tim: And I meant it!

Damian: Richard!

Tim: Dick!

Dick: *on the comms* please. I'm not even done patrolling yet.

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Dick: *having a serious conversation with Bruce*

Tim: *running in* Dick he scratched me!

Damian: *running in after* Richard, he's lying, I barely even touched him!

Tim: You literally dug your nails into my skin! Look!

Damian: There's nothing there!

Dick: Bruce-

Bruce: I need to catch an uber.

Dick: I checked your schedule, you don't even have anywhere you need to go-

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*on a cruise*

Jason: so you decided to go with the purple one?

Dick: Well, it's not really purple, it's wine-colored and while I was in korea, did you know they have palette matching shops?

Jason: wait, really?

Dick: Yea, so you go into the place and they try several different colors against your skin to see which one would suit you best and then they try different shades. Since I have a warm skin tone they gave me a bunch of suggestions to try so I'm trying them out.

Jason: huh. Looks good.

Dick: Thanks! I'll-

*sounds of screaming and yelling*

Dick: What's going on?

Jason: I don't know, probably kids just having fun. So what were you saying?

Dick: um..oh! That I'll send you-

Frat Guy 1: *running by talking to his friend* -dude I still can't believe I'm going to see it! I thought this cruise would be so boring since most of us couldn't be here!

Frat Guy 2: I know right?! Who thought we'd see people getting arrested in the middle of an ocean?!!!

Dick: ..arrested?

Frat Guy 2: *still talking* who even happens to just own a sword in the first place?!

Frat Guy 1: WICKED!!

Dick: ....jay, I'm not mishearing that right?

Jason: Mishearing what?

Dick: He said sword. He said sword.

Jason: I didn't hear anything.

Dick: *running after the frat guys to find a crowd of people with Tim and Damian in the center and cruise ship officers*

Damian: -UNHAND ME YOU HEATHENS, OR I WILL TRULY SHOW YOU HOW I USE THE SWORD-

Tim: Officers, I promise these nunchucks were used as decoration. They were just in the swimming pool by chance. I have no idea what's going on or even why I just happened to have them but I promise that-Dick! Tell them it's all a misunderstanding! If it wasn't for Damian, none of this would've happened!

Damian: *whipping his head around* RICHARD! TELL THESE PEASANTS TO RELEASE ME AT ONCE AND TAKE THEIR HANDS OFF MY MOTHER'S SWORD-

Dick: Oh my god what happened???

Officers: Sir, are these kids yours?

Dick: what happened??

Officers: We recieve reports of two assailants attacking each other with prohibited weapons. We will be taking them into custody.

Dick: wait, wait, what? I'm sure it's a misunderstanding, there's no way, they're jsut kids-

Officers: Sir, as their legal guardian or parent, you have to come with us.

Dick: I-Jay, can you-

Dick: *turning to see Jason filming with the biggest grin on his face* Jason.

Jason: what??? You're telling me to stop filming this comedy goldmine? Roy's gonna love this so much.

Dick: Put. Down. The. Camera. And come over and help me.

Jason: Fine, fine. *muttering under his breath* hehehe I still have the spy cam to capture all of this on heheheheheeee.

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Dick: *Waking at at 2 am bc of a call* hello?

Tim: DICK HE STABBED ME!

Dick: what?

Tim: HE STABBED ME! DAMIAN STABBED ME!

Dick: damian? Damian stabbed you? But aren't you in New York? He's supposed to be in Gotham.

Tim: *screeching* WELL HE ISN'T ANYMORE!!!!!

Damian: *muffled* Richard he's lying! He cut himself in a kitchen knife because he thought he could cook! He's just blaming me because he wants attention!

Tim: Go away! Dick!

Damian: *mumbled* Richard!

Dick: *already dressing tiredly* yup. i'm on my way.

#the scratching one is an actual fight word for word I had with my brother SEVERAL times. im Tim.#tim and damian are so the type of siblings who call their big brother for every single thing when they're fighting #bruce-they're your kids now-wayne #dick grayson #nightwing #tim drake #red robin #damian wayne #robin #jason todd #red hood #bruce wayne #batman #batfam incorrect quotes

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thenwhatthefukcisthis · 2 months ago

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i am LIVING for your pfp + header combo!!

that makes two of us! :D

are they about to be stood up by their respective blind dates and soon to bump in to each other?

are they a married couple reluctantly investigating a murder at a cruise ship they booked for their 15th anniversary?

are they wearing their revenge-suits to get back at each other after a bitter divorce? (spoiler alert: they reconcile)

are they a couple of con men who is strutting in to their biggest job to date, to con each other?

are they walking in to officiate Philipa’s wedding as his godfathers?

are they dreamshare legends who are finally taking another inception after their first, while being on rival teams?

#look at these suave as mfers they need to be in the same movie sigh #inception #arthur x eames #dreamhusbands #joseph gordon levitt #tomhardy

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cmtravelstay · 1 year ago

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cosyvelvetorchid · 6 months ago

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Prompt: Buck and Tommy asking Maddie to be their surrogate.

I LOVED writing this one so much. I may actually add it to Ao3 as a oneshot.

I genuinely made myself cry at the end!

I hope you enjoy it! ❤️

It's funny how life works. You think you have a handle on things; that you know where things are headed, and then God, or the universe or something throws you a curveball. A big, giant, cruise ship shaped curveball, with enough power to turn your life completely upside down and give you exactly what you needed despite you having no idea you needed it.

Buck thought he would spend his whole life on the hamster wheel. The endless song and dance of dating, thinking he'd found someone he could be happy with, then they leave. And he loses enough couch.

Tommy had spent a lifetime hiding. Years of repressing who he was to protect himself. And when he finally came into his own and accepted who he was, it was too late. He'd resigned himself to the fact that he would be alone.

And then the captain of the 118 needs help and 2 people who - somehow despite having the job, the city they live in and people they know in common - had never actually met, flew into a hurricane together and everything changed.

Six months later they're sharing keys to eachothers homes.

One year and Buck is moving into Tommy's house.

And, 18 months in, when Tommy finally comes home from a month in the hospital - including 6 days in a coma where Buck thought he might actually lose the love of his life - after a helicopter crash, Buck barely makes it 5 minutes before proposing.

Two years and they're standing on Tommy's deck exchanging rings in front of everyone they love. They saw no point in waiting - they knew they wanted to spend the rest of their lives together.

Three years in and they want to take the next big step. This one, however, was the biggest. The most terrifying: a family.

They'd spoken to a couple of surrogacy agencies but something was missing. Somehow they made it all seem so clinical. A business transaction. On top of that, in their research they had come across some horror stories of surrogate parents wanting to keep the baby despite it not being genetically theirs.

They talked and talked and talked about what options they had. And then Buck had remember something Connor had said about the reason they chose him as a sperm doner - they wanted someone they knew.

The answer was quite simple really. It was asking the question that was going to be difficult.

Three years and four months in they're sat in Maddie and Chimneys living room, nerves vibrating through they're entire bodies waiting for Maddie to say something.

"What?"

"We want to know if you would consider being a surrogate for us." Buck repeated.

"I.. Buck... I.. that's..." Maddie couldn't quite process what was being asked.

"Look, you know that we've been talking to agencies and trying to find the right one and sure they seem all above board and I'm sure that we could eventually find someone to help us build our family. But then it hit me - there's nobody on earth I.. we would trust to grow and nurture our baby more than you. Maddie you're a wonderful mother and I know that if you did agree to this that he or she would be loved and cared for and protected so much while their growing." He stopped to take a big breath. "But, we know its a huge ask, and you have as much time as you need to think about-"

"Yes." Maddie interrupted.

"What?"

Buck, Tommy and Chimney all sat forward to look at her.

"Evan, you are the most amazing little brother anybody could ever have. And you've been through so much in your life; so much pain and trauma and, all I ever wanted for you was to be happy. And then I found out you and my stupid husband were going to fly into a hurricane and I was so scared - and mad-" She added scowling at Chimney "-but you came back and not alone." She looked at Tommy fondly. "You found someone who makes you truly happy, and I have never been more proud or happy for you." She wiped a tear from her eye.

"So, if I can do this one thing for you, to make you even happier, then of course I will do it."

Buck wiped his own tears away that had started falling somewhere around the helicopter part.

"Really?" Buck said, not quite believing it. His chin was shaking and more tears threatened.

"Are you sure?" Tommy added. Maddie leant forward reaching out for each of their hands.

"I love you both. I'm sure."

Buck practically through himself at her, enveloping her into a hug.

"Thank you Maddie. For everything. My whole life."

"Hey I wanna get in on this." Tommy interrupted, gently peeling Buck from his sister so he could hug her.

"I don't know what else to say other than thank you. So so much."

Four years and 2 months in and they get the phone call. The bag has been packed by the door for weeks, the nursery decorated for a month and 2 men, wildly in love with other, who couldn't imagine life without the others existence, were on the way to meet they're baby.

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They chose not to tell anybody that Maddie was in labour. They knew they would get nothing but an outpouring of love, but they wanted to spend a little while - even if it was only a few hours, thanks to Howard i cant keep a damn secret Han - after the baby was born to enjoy the moment as a family. However, there was one person Buck did call.

Bobby arrived at the hospital and sat in the labor and delivery waiting area. After a few minutes, Buck turns a corner; a tiny bundle in his arms wrapped in a pale yellow blanket. Bobby immediately walked over with a smile.

"Hey cap. I wanted to introduce you to someone.. meet our daughter - Brook Maddie Kinard."

Bobby stared at Buck for a moment, not quite fully comprehending what he had heard.

"Brook that.. that was my daughters name.."

"I know." Buck smiled softly. "We wanted to name her after you, and Bobby is a gender neutral name, but having two of you might get confusing, so we chose Brook instead. Is.. is that okay?"

Bobby's eyes filled with tears as he swallowed back the emotion.

"Yeah, kid. Yeah it's okay."

#buck x tommy #bucktommy #tommy kinard #911 abc #911 buck #evan buckley #911onabc #evan buck buckely #bucktommy fic #bucktommy prompts #tevan #kinley fic #thomas kinard #cvo prompts

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araremonaka · 9 months ago

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If you don’t mind me asking, have you had any ideas on how the other trolls work in the pirate au? I’m not sure how much music would differ between troll types but I would think they each adjusted to the sea in their own way. The techno trolls wouldn’t be too affected since they already live underwater, but the others would.

The rock trolls might be island hoppers, taking small but fast ships between islands.

I could see classical trolls having very large ships with wide masts they can perch on.

And I think it would be neat if the country trolls became more like kelpies, adapting to live in the sea rather than sail across it.

I don’t know if funk would change much. Their spaceship seems like it would keep them pretty safe.

But I digress. Your au is so fun and I adore your art. Have a lovely day :)

I LOVE YOUR IDEA FOR COUNTRY OMG I hope you dont mind if I steal it lol I couldnt think of how they wouldve adapted honestly

I do have a couple of ideas for how the others adapted though :3

Techno doesnt have much of a change other than being the biggest tribe. Looking into the ocean at night you might see colorful lights flickering in and out.

Rock trolls have the most land, they lived on a volcano once hundreds of years ago now that the volcano is underwater it made a bunch of islands for them to live on. They still sail around on ships (Rock World tour CRUISE..)

Funk spaceship

The Classical trolls lived on hills and mountains before, they have the least amount of land as a result they would start building up into the sky with airships. I really like the idea of them also building a bunch of bird house looking structures in the ocean to live in.

During the flood hundreds of years ago the troll tribes were united. In a time of suddenly having to adapt to living on water where they should all be working together the Pop trolls committed their first and biggest act of thievery, stealing the strings for themselves.

This was the beginning of their reign of terror on the sea, they were the most feared troll tribe in the ocean. The leaders of the other troll tribes having enough each agreed to take a string and sail far away. Although this didn’t end their life style as pirates, this was the last of what was known of the pop trolls.

#trolls #trolls au #trolls pirate au

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nanamis-bigtie · 5 months ago

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Round 6: Kiss Me Like You Mean It

about, rules & navigation | previous round | in some of the routes reader consumes alcohol

Nothing seals a good date better than a sweet kiss from your maybe-soon-to-be lover. It's an expected, exciting phase of your Tinder journey. How your dates are going to reach for it?

Remember you vote for a character you don't want to advance further! The character with the biggest number of votes will be eliminated.

Higuruma Hiromi

A single light cocktail has turned into two, then three. You've grown to adore this little intimate corner of the cruise ship and Hiromi's exceptionally light hand in spending his money works up your appetite. You would get any drink you wanted, whole bottles of expensive alcohol, even, and you're tad tempted to test if he's really going to follow your whims as far as buying you that luxury whiskey from the top shelf of the bar—but there's still a long day in front of you two, long, sunny, and hot. The last thing you want is to get wasted for the date that's so far unrolling in a promising direction.

Those few cocktails are already more than enough for your head, given the conditions of the cruise.

"Do you need fresh air?" He frowns, concerned, when you sway to the side and lean against him.

You shake your head. You're not drunk, just a little tipsy, and just maybe using it only as an excuse to crush another wall between the two of you. Hiromi doesn't tense under the pressure of your shoulder, even if at the first minute he's doing his best to mark his existence out. As you stubbornly linger in the same position, he eventually opens himself, one arm casually thrown over the back of the sofa, and lets you nuzzle closer to his side.

His body runs quite hot, no wonder the heat outside has worn him out. Even with a distinctive addition of sweat to it, his scent is pleasant, masculine and fresh. You like this unexpected mix of rawness of his body and the rich gamut of his cologne. He knows how to wear a fragrance in his favor; instead of masking, he's chosen one that compliments his natural state and blends in with it. The final result has you tempted to shove your face into the crook of his neck and drink more of it in.

"Am I not too wet?" He's concerned again, this time with a distinct timbre of playfulness, when you lean in even closer. It explains his initial hesitation to let you rest against him—and you again answer with a lazy shake of your head. He could have a bucket poured over his head right now and you still wouldn't move.

Upon your consent and a confirmation that you're more sober than you seemed at his first glance, Hiromi starts testing the waters on his side as well. He lets himself lean against you too, hand of the arm behind your back slowly wandering towards the curve of your shoulder, tracing an uncovered patch of your skin once he finds it. It's a gentle, almost skittish touch, reminding you of a cat pawing at an object of unknown potential. But he's persistent and advancing while he has an opening. He might be cautious, bordering on shy, but you already know he's not a man who would let an opportunity slip.

You take the last sip of your drink, a few droplets lingering at the corner of your mouth. It's involuntary but you expose it anyway, immediately catching his attention. His Adam's apple bobs as you crane your neck and create a perfect angle for a sly attack.

He leans for it fast, curbs himself at the last moment so you don't bump awkwardly. There's still a particular force to his lips though and it has him taking control over the kiss entirely. You feel him tensing at the end of it, he doesn't slide his tongue deeper when you give him an opening but doesn't break it abruptly either, letting it go naturally as the time for a breath comes.

Nanami Kento

You're honored that you've been chosen to be the first person to keep him a romantic company for such a long time—but you can't help noticing a little tension that's crawled at the back of your head. You feel it's a great responsibility, even if Kento clearly doesn't expect anything from you and this date. It's just a bar, beach, a few decadent drinks, and a noncommittal talk about everything and nothing, but mostly about food, cooking and baking. Both of you have a clear goal on your mind but you're not pursuing it at all costs, letting the natural course of matters decide how the situation will unroll.

You know all of this...but you don't want to disappoint him. Despite the distance he insists on keeping—that sometimes enforces a weird, tense atmosphere—he's the sweetest and most respectful guy you've met in a while. He just deserves to have his first date in so long to be a good and smooth experience.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?" He asks out of blue when you're finishing the plate of snacks you ordered for the grand finale. The constant food talk has worked up your appetites. If not for the late hour—it's been completely dark for a while now—you would change places but unfortunately, all decent restaurants have been closed already. Even your bar has significantly calmed down.

"What?" Has he noticed your nervous state? Until now you were sure you're good at hiding your mixed feelings. "No, of course not. I'm having a great time."

Kento scoops the last pinch of pistachios, weighs them on open palm as his shoulders visibly relax, "I'm...relieved to hear this. It was brought to my attention many times that I am a rather difficult person to be around."

You can see why, and you could pinpoint a few situations of this kind, but there's no lie when you answer, "So far, my time spent with you has been nothing but great. It's a lovely night out. And lovely drinks. Thank you for showing me this place."

"Still, if there's something that I may change for you, please tell me immediately."

"Well, then..." You weigh your words carefully, not wanting to spook this sweet man—and loving the attentive look he's giving you right now. "I wouldn't mind if you were a little closer? I won't run if you touch me."

Kento watches you intently, his expression partially hidden by his hand throwing pistachios into his mouth. Thanks to glasses, it's hard to read anything from his eyes even when he's looking directly at you, no wonder your mouth feels dry, and breath turns shallow through the minute of silence he gives you instead of an answer. Did you make a step too big for him? Did you turn sour the so far pleasant night?

But, after wiping his fingers clean with a napkin, he reaches for your hand and closes it between his, "Am I not being too forward?"

As you don't protest, he lets himself reach for more, first just gently rubbing your skin, then caressing your wrist and inner side of your forearm, until his index finger reaches your elbow, "Can I be even more forward...and kiss you?"

"You may."

His gaze slowly wanders from your still intertwined hands to your lips, lingering there for a while before he leans closer. He waits for you to close the last remaining inch, but you don't move, curious if he'll dare to step out of his comfort zone.

He dares.

It's short and sweet, your lips meeting just for a moment but long enough for you to get a proper taste of him, surprisingly intoxicating.

Ryomen Sukuna

BDSM and dominant role... That explains a lot, but you're still shocked at the sudden and shameless confession. Even if not inherently sexual, the delivery of the line felt hot and heavy and had you squirming in your chair under the pressure of his gaze. Sukuna clearly enjoys the show, a sly smirk doesn't fade away even after you've managed to regain even breathing and smooth your thoughts, all of sudden filled with images far from appropriate for a simple lunch.

"Don't be so scared," he swirls the wine in his glass. "I won't jump and devour you."

You could swear the pupils in his eyes have dilated as he's drinking in the view of you, his whole aura becoming more ravenous the more you slump into your seat. When sitting, the height difference between the two of you is not as visible and yet, somehow you feel even smaller and more cornered. The back of your chair and the edge of the table work as a cage, a trap you willingly walked into. Not without a little baiting on his side—but you swallowed it together with a fishing rod.

"Unless you'll keep looking at me like that," he chuckles but the sound has more of a deep rumble to it than laughter. "I might not be able to stop myself if you play a little, hurt bunny. You're leaving a trace of blood out for my hunting instincts?"

You swallow, nervously and audibly.

"Don't be so scared," Sukuna repeats and leans back, his muscles tensing deliciously under the fine layer of shirt. "We don't have to play those kinds of games. You're dealing the cards, I'll adjust to your style and limits."

The thread is interrupted by the waiter bringing the desserts and the topic is hidden under the thin surface. You can still feel it lingering in the air and you know for sure it's all just another phase of the detailed game of seduction. You've accepted one bait, it's time to set another and see how far you will let his tentacles reach this time.

It's calm for the rest of the time you spend in the restaurant, it's calm through the longer walk you take to burn some calories. After tightening the bolts for hours, Sukuna seems to be absent minded with the way he passes you the torch, soaking in the sound of your voice and the view of your face. You're heading towards his car, taking a longer route by the boardwalk. The crowd has thinned down, majority of people preferring the beach below and the rest simply bolting from Sukuna's way. It's mesmerizing, how he turns a mass of people into a school of fish, melting away in front of an approaching shark. And he does so while having his attention on you only.

"You won't be scared, if I propose a road trip around the bay?" The sly smirk returns eventually, in the shape of the teasing timbre of his voice.

"I won't," you try not to pout at him. "And I wasn't scared before."

You're passing by a narrower place, forcing Sukuna to step into your line and push you a little towards the short wall, "Your face told me quite contrary. You resembled a little, trembling pet."

Big hand reaches for your chin, scoops it gently and guides your face towards him, making sure you won't try to hide behind any lie you might have for him, "I told you it's provoking."

Sukuna's hold is light enough for you to refuse it, if only you wanted to, but also firm and steady, having your lips right where he needs them. The kiss is surprisingly soft, just a brush of his lips and his tongue, finished faster than a single beat of your racing heart.

Choso

For literally the first date in his life, he's doing great. Of course, there's a huge help on your side and an even bigger dose of patience—patience you wouldn't have for someone more experienced—but you don't feel like constantly pulling him around. The initiative still leans to your side though, with Choso following you around like a puppy, but it's smooth, natural, and exciting for you both.

After resting and refreshing in the backroom, you return under the stage, and spend the rest of the concert in the crowd. It's been a while since you've danced and lost yourself in the music so, so much; endorphins are rushing through your veins and pumping energy into your body and mind. Being his workplace, the club has no secrets for Choso; he knows where to stand for the best audio, knows which songs and bands are better to be sacrificed for a breather, knows where to dance if you don't want to be swallowed by the crowd. With free drinks on top of that, the night could only be the best for you, and when the last encore of the last band finally ends, Choso has to grab your hand and pull towards the exit. You just don't want to leave, even with the strong and warm and so craved for the hoop of his fingers around your wrist.

You sneak together through the back, sweaty and giggly, dizzy after the constant noise and rush and gallons of various drinks poured into you. Neither of you is in a state that would allow you to rest so, without a word exchanged, you head towards the outskirts of the town, to the boardwalk and beach below. It's dark and cool, exactly what you need after hours of overstimulation. You welcome the night breeze with a loud, pleased hum, having Choso tighten the grasp around your hand. Your fingers have intertwined on the way here, neither of you wanting to ease the hold even for the slightest, as if ceasing physical contact would immediately snap the thread that's connected you during the concert.

You kick shoes off your feet, somehow make it to the bottom of the stairs, and thread through the cold sand to the shore, until the sea licks your bare soles. The waves are calm, thank goodness—you can't see a thing, just the silhouette by your side. The silence, interrupted only by the gentle hum of the sea, is ringing in your ears, so strange after hours of music poured straight into your brain.

"Better not stray too far," Choso warns you when you try to move even more forwards. His hold, so far as tight as gentle, becomes more confident, even a little rough.

You let him guide you in the direction he deems the best and safest. You trust him, he knows the area and you feel safe with his hand holding yours, the grasp not easing after you left the dangerous depth of the sea.

"Have you ever held someone like this? Before me?" You blurt out, not even sure why you return to the topic abandoned a few hours earlier.

"I have." He answers immediately, surprising you. "My brothers'."

You can't help a little irritated groan, "Not like this. Romantic hand holding. With a crush, maybe?"

The silence on his side is all you need to know.

"And a kiss?"

Choso squeezes your hand tighter, nervous, you assume.

"Would you like to try?"

He mutters a barely audible "Yes"—and shortly after you feel his hot breath against your cheek. You freeze, partially surprised by his sudden, brave move, partially trying to help him take an aim. It takes him three tries before he finally finds your lips and presses an awkward kiss to them, short and wet with the remains of lipstick.

Geto Suguru

The course of the talk naturally leans towards bondage. You must admit it, Suguru got you curious, in all meanings behind it, from an opportunity of sneaking into the backroom of his intimate life to...rather a biological reaction. He put interesting images into your head, and you can't easily shake them off, not with his gaze and smirk drilling you straight through, and the way he answers all your questions in detail.

"It had nothing to do with sex." He explains patiently, doing wonders with the sultry and soft timbre of his voice. "Majority of classes didn't even involve models. I taught how to tie knots safely before I let my students touch anyone."

He reaches over the table, drawing an imaginary rope around your wrist, "They look soft and innocent but even a loose knot can cause serious troubles. If you do it clumsily, your partner may move around or pull, and tighten it by accident, cutting the blood flow."

He stops and presses lightly right at the center of your wrist, as if trying to feel your pulse, "Not to mention, ropes tangled beyond saving have to be cut. Such a loss of a good and expensive material."

It's hard to keep control over your voice when you're enveloped by the net of his games, with his big hands easily wrapping around your wrists, "How many of your students did you have to untangle?"

"Too many." Suguru chuckles right after the answer, maybe recalling a particularly spectacular failure. "I don't know what it says about me as a teacher."

When he takes his hands away to finish his coffee, you immediately catch yourself longing for his touch. It felt so natural and secure to have him so close, to remind yourself so subtly of the size difference between the two of you. Suguru is a huge man, but his gentle demeanor and soft voice ease the impression. Seeing and feeling his long fingers and wide palms around your wrists, looking almost comically small against them, has a very distinct churning in your lower abdomen to it. Imagining the same hands skillfully bonding them has every nerve of yours screaming, making the chair under you feel like hot coals.

You're squirming in your place even more than you were when touched and Suguru obviously notices, the prominent darkness in his eyes betrays the true intention behind his gentle smile, "As I said, I'm not in business anymore, but if you're so intrigued, I can run one more, private class, and teach you some non-sexual basics and safety tips."

"For free, of course," he adds after he's satisfied with your reaction, far from collected. "As my thanks for your patience and wonderful date."

"That's an interesting variant of 'Your place or mine'," luckily, your voice is not shaking, in contrast to everything else inside of you, and the joke cracks his almost sadistic amusement into full-on laughter.

"We can choose a more neutral place, if it would make you feel safer." He wipes a little tear off the corner of his eye. "That's given you don't mind having yourself tied in public."

You gather your stuff as Suguru pays for the meal, then leave the cafe together. You're offered a ride home, but you decline, needing to liven yourself up after so much time spent in one place (while tortured with visions and sensations for a good part of it).

"May I then at least pay with a kiss?" There's a slight change in his voice and the stare at your lips is almost palpable for you.

Upon your agreement, he gently cradles your face between his hands and brushes your bottom lip with a thumb, stealing your breath even before he finally seals the kiss, short and sweet, but finished with a playful nip.

#jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x y/n #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #bas writes #jjk #resort romance

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