#but yes. santa abby. much love.

[rare-prism-s]

YIPPEE

[cranberryjuice-posts]

“Why do You love abby so much”

Abby is such a complex character. She is surrounded by the WLF with so much respect love and adoration. But she still needs to kill Joel, no matter how much she’s given she still needs to avenge her father.

Abby is willing to do anything for people she loves, love isn’t just romantic to this character it’s familial, platonic and romantic. For example in her flash back with Owen when their still together she jumped off the Ferris wheel to make-sure he was ok. But I think she eventually fell out of love with him. Her passion for hunting down Joel over came whatever she might had felt for him.

I fucking hate Owen (look at my other post I’ll link where I talk abt why I don’t like him) but the parallels between him and Dina are relevant, Dina lost Ellie to revenge, Owen lost Abby to revenge. These characters wanted to make things work but ultimately couldn’t because of revenge.

Abby’s character is one that’s caring, she immediately try’s to help Mel when she got shot she looks out for Owen by ignoring Issacs orders and goes out searching for him, she protects lev when Isaac threatened to shoot him and more.

Another thing I want to add is that Abby fell out of love with Owen, she cared for him like a friend but she knew he still had romantic attraction to her so she kept her distance, when he found Mel I’m 1000% sure she was happy for them and when she found out Mel was pregnant at first she was stand-off ish by just the fact they had agreed to bring Mel whos now pregnant to a dangerous setting like this with the chances of miscarriage high. But I believe she was also happy for them happy owen moved on happy for Mel happy they are going to have a family.

After Abby killed Joel you could see that a sense of burden had been taken off of her compared to earlier flashbacks. She never planed on having Ellie watch she didn’t even know she was there until after Joel was dead and she turned around since she was so tuned out after torturing him.

The boat scene. The boat scene shows us a lot about Abby, you can see on her face she immediately regrets what’s happening since it’s a betrayal to Mel and herself. I’ve previously said that the boat scene was just an escalation of years of her and owens emotions Just crashing down. It was a form of closure so abby could move on just like how she needed closure from killing Joel to move on from her fathers death.

This is so clear in the Santa Barbara scene where she’s happy, her face is glowing she’s smiling she no longer has the effect of her fathers death, her breaking owens heart and she’s finally free to do what she wants with a character that’s like her brother lev

Abby is such a complex character that I’m still figuring out but I love her on so many levels, do I think Abby is queer or likes women yes, I can’t give her an exactly sexuality since it’s never been revealed but yes I do think she’s into women more much more then men

[ellabism]

do you have any fav ellabs fics? I just scrolled down your blog and love all your writing about them (thank you!) and I relate 100% like yes mood I agree.

I trust your taste completely if you’d spare me a crumb I’d love to read whatever is your fav, no worries if you don’t have the time/energy I always have your blog to feed my ellabs need now lol

hi! thanks so much for asking! i don't mind making a list of my personal fav ellabs fics. just buckle up because ive dissected this ao3 tag through and through.

also fair warning a lot of these fics are unfinished and i don't think they're ever going to be finished ): read at your own risk

why does my heart cry?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52598836/chapters/133047805

a recent ellabs fic on my radar. absolutely love as its currently being updated! give it some love, the author gets inspired by positive comments! this fic also has warnings of r word so read at your own risk.

assumptions

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53457232

NSFW! a really really hot one-shot. really really good. that's all.

are we destined to go full circle?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53028508

another one-shot fic. a really good premise, i love it so much.

i'll touch that fire for you

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49341436/chapters/124510642

modern day ellabs as ex girlfriends. very toxic still in a modern aspect and i love it.

unbroken

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30771995/chapters/75953900

MY ABSOLUTE FAV! i love this fic, though it takes a while for updates, definitely worth the wait!

where stolen roses grow

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47851273/chapters/120635659

REALLY cool concept and new take on how ellie's immunity affects her body. i love this one

paper bag

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45841327/chapters/115369633

a modern ellabs fic. i love the premise for ellie and abby here and how they interact among abby's friend group. i feel like not many fics implements abby's friends. also ellie is an ex prisoner. hot as fuck

we've fallen (so far)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25757314/chapters/62552452

a cool twist on how santa barbara ends up. i really hope the author will come back to this one i love it ):

there is a crack, a crack in everything-that's how the light gets in

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30440616/chapters/75056037

ADORE THIS FIC SO BADLY ITS SO CUTE! fair warning it gets into really deep and heavy things. read at your on discretion. but it has a cute lev and ellie bonding moments and i LIVE FOR THOSE! they're bffs in my mind.

you're the one who saved me

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38285101/chapters/95661985

another twist on the events in santa barbara. really cute fic and i wish it kept going.

the way sorrow tastes

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29521575/chapters/72534786

LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE this fic. i'd give an arm an a leg for it to get frequent updates again. another fic that has r word content. read at your own discretion.

the good fight

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28929720/chapters/70981443

an actual finished ellabs fic! love this one so bad

retribution

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26692549/chapters/65108920

this fic has a special place in my heart because of the ellie and lev dynamic that's in it. if there's one thing to know about me, is that i love the idea of ellie and lev bonding like siblings. they'd get along so well. another fic i'd give up an arm and a leg for for more updates.

my god damn christmas present

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28408266

HEHE this one is so cute. a modern ellabs take with having a whole family. a cute wholesome little one-shot.

handsy

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25475419

NSFW! another really hot one-shot. had me drooling.

the collector

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25041016/chapters/60645616

NSFW! i love this fic. ellie selling her artowrk and abby being a collector. it gets hot. so so hot.

tail lights

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35929312/chapters/89580607

REALLY GOOD, WELL WRITTEN fic by one of my friends actually. the slow burn is saur good. but unfortunately there will not be a tail lights 2. sorry yall

tiles

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51887800/chapters/131198848

NSFW! really hot one-shot of them having fun at a party.

well, there's my list. i told y'all it would be long.

as i made this list it made me sad realizing how many of these amazing fics are abandoned ): i wish some of these authors will have the energy to get back on these, cause so many people adore them.

i will edit and add more if i forgot any. enjoy, happy reading!

[v1ct0la]

kindergarten - abby tlou2 x reader oneshot [SFW]

Months after landing on Catalina island with Abby and Lev, many of those months spent recovering from your injuries (both mental and physical), you decide to volunteer at the fireflies’ kindergarten. When Abby visits you one afternoon while you’re teaching, you and the kids force her to join in your game of hopscotch…

SFW oneshot

1,719 words (I GOT CARRIED AWAY HAHA SORRY)

TLOU2 au, set on Catalina island after the events of TLOU2

Inspired by the WLF school and someone who headcannoned Abby playing hopscotch (I can’t remember whose blog it was so if you know please tell me so I can tag them!!!)

TWs: description of injuries in the beginning 2 paragraphs - other than that, just pure joy, love, and peace 😊

let me know about any mistakes!

After you, Abby, and Lev reached the island in the spluttering boat, the three of you collapsed onto the rickety Catalina boardwalk. Blood gushed from the stab wound in your side, mixing with the salty brine of the ocean, running in rivulets down to where it dripped off your fingers and splattered onto the wood. You spat the rusty taste of old blood from your mouth, struggling against the pain, and hauled yourself to your knees. Your wound pounded, and you shot your hand up to clamp it down in an attempt to stop the bleeding after your sudden movements. You looked up at Abby, who already was on her feet and staggering to pick up Lev’s limp form.

You stood, swayed with lightheadedness from loss of blood, and stumbled towards the pair. Abby heaved Lev into her arms and started shouting for help, causing the boy to stir through his unconsciousness. After her repeated calls, other voices stirred and began to ring out, but the blood pounding in your ears, muffled it. You couldn’t quite make out what they were saying, could only hope they would help. Heavy footsteps made the boardwalk beneath you shudder and before you properly registered them, the ground beneath you suddenly felt much too far away. 

Your vision swam, your legs buckled, and as you collapsed onto the ground, you heard Abby shriek your name. All you could feel was hands grabbing onto you before you sank into the inky black of unconsciousness. 

* * *

Sunrays filtered through the grimy windows, throwing the cozy classroom into a glittering spectacle of glowing afternoon light. It had been almost a year since you escaped the violence of Santa Barbara, months you had spent recovering with Abby and Lev at your side. Most recently, however, you had asked to take up the position of teacher at the island’s kindergarten. It was a little classroom of about 15 young kids that you absolutely loved. Before you met Lev, you didn’t really like kids - found them sticky and loud. But they had grown on you, always little faces beaming with joy and curiosity, despite the state of the world. 

Today had been as fun as always, albeit long. You had been teaching the kids about various marine animals, and presently, were showing them old images of spotted seals. 

“Okay, now, who call tell me where to find spotted seals?” You asked the children.

A chubby little hand shot up, and you called on the little girl to answer. 

“Spacific Ocean!” She shouts, and you giggle.

“Pacific Ocean,” you say to her, “but yes, good job!”

You hear a knock on the door, and you look up to check the clock. It was nearly 2pm, which meant it was time for a break. You smile at the other teacher through the door’s glass, nodding to let him know you’d take the kids out.

“Alright goobers, it’s break time,” You call out over their little voices, “everyone, line up by the door, double file!”

Outside in the warm sunlight, you guided the children over to the playground. Once you gave them the go-ahead, they all scattered, splitting off to play their little hearts out. You stood off to the side in the shade with your hands propped on your hips, surveying. A cool breeze rustled through the foliage, and you were grateful for the relief it brought you.

A tug on your pants caught your attention, and you looked down. The girl from before, Natalie, was staring up at you with big brown eyes. “Play hopscotch with us pleeeeease?” She asked. You grin at her cuteness and agreed. She grabbed your hand and dragged you off to the chalked concrete where a few other kids were already hopping along. 

It was your turn. Little Natalie clapped and cheered loudly as you jumped forwards and into each square. As you got to the other end, you held your hands out in triumph, and the kids all laughed with you. 

“Reigning champion, are we?” You spun around at the sound of her voice, face already breaking out into a grin.

Abby stood a few feet in front of you, arms crossed. “How long have you been standing there?” You asked, stepping towards her. A sheepish smile and warmth spread across your features in slight embarrassment at yourself. 

“Only long enough to watch your turn” Abby smirked, uncrossing her arms to pull you into a tight embrace. Her chin nestled into the crook of your neck and your breathed in the comforting scent of pine that clung to her short braid.

You missed her long hair, but after Santa Barbara, she was still growing it out again. It sat just beneath her collarbone, and you thought it was perfectly endearing, even though she still opted to have it pulled away in a tight braid. 

“How was your day?” She asked softly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. 

You pulled back to reply when you were cut off with the shouting off the kids behind you. You turned to them. 

“Miss y/n! It’s your turn again!” one of them whined, and you looked back at Abby with an eyeroll. She untangled herself from your embrace and pushed you away gently.

“Go,” she smirked, “I’ll be right here, watching you.”

“Oh, I don’t think so,” you reply, a grin spreading across your face. Her brows furrowed, and you grabbed her wrist before she could realise what you meant. You spun on your heel, dragging Abby with you.

“No- I’m not- y/n!” Abby protested, trying to pull herself free, but you were on a roll. 

“Oh yes!” You say in a sing-song, “it’s your turn.”

You pulled her forward and pushed her towards the starting square. The little kids had all gathered around the two of you to watch. “Look, it’s Abby’s turn! Look!” a little boy shouted out, much to Abby’s dismay. 

She looked back at you with an exasperated, making your laughter ring out across the playground. “C’mon Abs! Show us what you can do,” you giggle as you speak, egging her on.

She takes a tentative jump forwards, and you clap along with your students. She jumps again, and again, wobbling slightly each time she lands. She looks at you with a confident smile and your heart warms at the sight of her. The sunlight catches softly on her hair, haloing her in gold. 

The Catalina sun has been good to her the past year or so - her freckles are more visible than ever, her hair has lightened considerably, and you loved it. The recovery months had been long and painful - and not just physically. She sat by your and Lev’s beds for the first few weeks, only getting up when she was dragged away for meals by the nurses. Being inside for so long made her look gaunt and drawn, but now she shone with newfound radiance and peace. She was safe, and so were you. 

In a few more jumps, Abby was near the end of the hopscotch. As she leapt for the final square, she made a fatal mistake. She tilted her head to look at you right as she jumped - and lost her footing as she landed. Abby stumbled, falling right on her ass.

You burst into laughter, as did your students, and Abby’s head snapped to you. It was so ridiculous, the way she tumbled and looked absolutely mortified, and the more you replayed it in your head, the more you doubled over. You howled and fell to your knees - you had been so serious all day, and all your pent-up tiredness finally caught up to you. Tears streamed down your cheeks and your midsection started to hurt with your laughter. You watched Abby, who’s back was to you, as she slowly got to her feet.

Her head turned, and she glared at you. That shut you up. Her brows were knit together when she said “Oh, it’s over for you now!” The kids all screamed and laughed and cheered. She grinned evilly and stalked towards you. You jumped to your feet, shrieking and giggling. You spun towards the open field next to the school, and bolted.

You were never very fast, but then again, neither was Abby. Right now, however, you wished you had taken sprinting practice a little more seriously back at the WLF stadium. You could hear her heavy footfall behind you as she got closer and closer. The tall grass of the field whipped at your legs as you laughed and ran as fast as you could. “Get back here!” Abby shouted, which made you squeal loudly.

“Got you!” Abby’s hand caught your arm, and she yanked you back into her. You struggled against her, shouting and laughing, but you were fighting a losing battle. She pulled you to her chest, right as you tried to yank yourself free, and the two of you tumbled.

You both fell into the soft grass, and Abby’s hand shot out around your head to stop herself from crushing you. She had a huge grin on her face and you huffed a breath. “Not so fast anymore, huh,” she puffed. Abby trapped you in, encasing you in her warm body.

“Shut up, I almost escaped,” you smiled up at her.

You could feel your heart beating rapidly in your chest, both from your running and her closeness. She never ceased to make your head spin and your heart flutter, even after the past year the two of you had been dating. 

You tucked away a strand of her honey-coloured hair that had fallen loose from her braid during your scuffle. You watched her piercing eyes as they snapped down to your lips.

You trailed your hands up to cup her face, smiling as you pulled her into a soft kiss. You could feel her smile against your mouth as the two of you connected. It was sweet and slow, full of love. You brought a hand to rest on her forearm, and she trailed a hand to your waist. 

“Ewwwwww!” You heard a little voice call out, and the two of you pulled away from each other with a giggle.

“Oh shut it,” Abby called to the little boy and leaned down to plant a kiss on your forehead.

[thatspookyghoul996]

I'm not sure what to title it but I wrote a fic! It's about Art, me, and my husband (who plays Santa) and things get... interesting! WARNINGS!! GRAPHIC CONTENT: contains BDSM, sex, cussing, threesome, (please let me know if there's anything I missed!)

The day started off like any other, I woke up to my loves alarm going off and squeezed him with a playful "no, my daddy", giving him a kiss on his bearded cheek. He squeezed me back and replied "I love you, you know I have to go to work but I'll be off early today remember?" My love had a very special job, he played santa (and was dang good at it). I sat up, "oh yay, okay!" I said letting him go so he could get ready. I gave him a big kiss and he left. I sat up in bed, grabbed my glasses, and cane and went to the kitchen to make breakfast and then put a movie in. I decided on Terrifier and sat in the recliner.

At some point I mustive dozed off because I was awaken by our dog, Abby barking loudly, usually a sign that someone unwelcome is outside. I rubbed my eyes, grabbed my shoes, cane, kneck knife and coat and went out to the laundry room to let her out and see what (or who) was bothering her, expecting the normal; neighbors, cows, a rabbit etc. But what I saw was anything but "normal". A tall, slender, strangely handsome clown was standing in our back yard petting the cows. Seeing him from the back I thought it was someone playing a prank, knowing how much I love Art the Clown and the Terrifier series but as he walked closer to me I began to realize that somehow, no, it was actually Art The Fucking Clown. I'd honestly never been so frightened and horny at the same time in my life, yet.

He stopped a few feet away from me and smiled a big smile and waved, I was still a little in shock but I waved back and said "oh my gosh! Hiiiii!" He brought both his hands up and shook them around while doing what seemed to be a little happy dance. I was so nervous, having had the biggest crush on him since I'd seen the first Terrifier film (and also realizing he likes to murder people for funzies). He held his arms out and I slowly walked into them and he gave me a big hug, still smiling. "It's cold, would you like to come inside?" He shook his head yes excitedly, " "come on!" He clapped his bloody-gloved hands gleefully and followed me into my house. Dramatically but cutely looking over everything he saw until he got to the shelf of clown figurines which made him stop in his tracks and make a big :○ face. He carefully inspected each one, being sure not to break them. "Do you like them?" I asked, he looked and me and smiled big, clapping his hands together. "You can take one with you if you'd like" he jumped up and down and honked the silver bike horn he was holding, clapping his hands again. I laughed at his cuteness "do you wanna come in here? I said gesturing to the bedroom. He shrugged and nodded walking into my bedroom to see my wall of drawings of many well known clowns including himself. His face lit up and he pointed to the wall and then to himself, I laughed and said "yes, that's you!" He smiled big and then he turned and noticed the wall with posters of ASL words and phrases. He looked and me and signed "you know ASL"? I signed "yes", he got the most excited I had seen so far and then got the most serious I'd ever seen, paused a minute, smiled and signed "Noone ever does" he sat on the bed and his smiled faded, his face turning much more somber. I sat next to him and he layed his head on my shoulder, seeming to rub and purr almost like a cat. I held him against me gently as I watched his pale exaggerated features and couldn't help but wonder what he had been through. "Are you okay?" I asked out loud. He sat up and shrugged, "this is the first time someone hasn't treated me differently or ran away just because of how I look" he paused, "you were excited to see me, you came towards me instead of away. Sure it's fun to scare people, I want that sometimes, but I don't like being alone either" you watched him sign. "Alone? Doesn't Vicky keep you company? And your rats?" He rolled his eyes at me "not the kind of company I mean!" He signed with sass, making a cute face at me and tracing his fingers slowly up my arm to my face, holding my face in his hand and looking into my eyes. I looked back at him and felt my heart race, placing my hands around his slim torso, feeling his body through the thin fabric, *something* big pressing against me making the little strength I had in my legs disapate. I needed him, I craved him. He was right against me but still not close enough, his hands on my sides sliding up my shirt while he nibbled my neck. "Art..ahh.. stop.. we have to stop." He pulled back and looked at me, his head drooping immediately like a puppy that just got scolded for chewing the throw pillows. He began signing "sorry". "No" I said, "I want this, I loved it, you've done nothing wrong. But I'm married, and I love my husband very much."

Just then I heard the back door open and my husband call "hi babe!" Art looked at me with wide eyes. "HI baby!" I called "sit on the bed and I'll be right back" I said to Art, grabbing my cane and walking into the kitchen to greet my husband who was still in his santa gear. "Umm Daddy? I've got kind of a big surprise in the bedroom" "okay well let's go see" he said excitingly and walked to the bedroom he opened the door to find Art sitting on floor with my stuffed animals making them dance around. He paused when he noticed us, looked up and waved, smiling. Daddy was silent for a moment and very still before standing straight up and quietly saying to me "um, dear there is a stranger in our bedroom dressed as Art the Clown" "daddy that actually is Art, he's very sweet come on" I said walking in and sitting on the bed. Daddy was still hesitant, "come on, you're going to hurt his feelings. "we've been talking" Art looked up from the stuffed opossum he was playing with and waved and smiled before continuing to play. "H-how have you been having talking? I thought Art didn't speak?" "With ASL babe jeez don't be ableist" i said as Art looked at him and stuck his tongue out with a bratty expression. "Sorry" he said Art made an "it's okay" motion with his hands and smiled, Art looked up at him again and shook his head in disbelief seeming to only just now realize that my husband was dressed as Santa Claus. Art suddenly jumped up and began to flail his hands, smiling wide and pointing at my love in his costume. "Yes I know, Santa!" And Art shook his head excitedly, clapping his hands. I giggled at him cutely gushing over my love. "Daddy... I have to tell you something" "not sure what could be more surprising than this "baby, what is it?" "Well um I nearly kissed Art" I said, Art and I looking at each other. "Well, we've always agreed he's one of the people (or creatures) you could sleep with and it wouldn't count... though I didn't think it would actually be possible" he said with a laugh. "Though" he said unbuttoning his santa coat, if someone is going to make love to Santa's wife, he might as well be a part of it." He threw off his coat, boots and shirt until only his pants, suspenders and hat remained, Art and I watched, intriguingly from the bed. Art looked at me with surprised eyes, I smiled and said "I know". "What were you doing before I got here naughty girl?" He said gabbing my legs and pulling me flat on my back playfully as I giggled "we were just playing, Santa" "hmm you know santa likes to play too" Art clapped his hands with excitement. "Maybe Art wants to play with your slutty little mouth" Art smiled big and looked at me with puppy eyes waiting for my approval. "yes.. please" I moaned, already excited and breathing fast, practically screaming from how bad I NEEDED them both.

Art stepped out of his black clown shoes, unzipped his clown suit and let it fall swiftly to the floor revealing his slender, pale body, he was honestly so beautiful. Daddy popped me on the butt and said "flip over, let your head fall off the bed" daddy knelt on the bed and put my legs on his shoulders as I watched Art make his way around the bed stroking himself with his long grubby fingers, still covered by his filthy gloves. I stared at him wantingly as I felt daddy's warm tip slowly edge its way inside of me (fucking tease). "P-please" I said out of breath "you seem to be talking an awful lot little girl, hmm I don't think Art likes alot of chatter" daddy said sarcastically as Art began to rub his smooth, long cock on my face. I panted and moaned, sticking my tongue out trying to be good but practically going feral inside. Art looked down at me, his eyes nearly black, he positioned himself so one leg was on each side of my head (God he was so fucking tall🥵) taking the back of my head in one hand he positioned his monster of a cock in my mouth, patiently letting me adjust to his size as my eyes welled and I continued to suck, lick, kiss, and stroke him. Just as I'm getting used to his size Daddy decides to put his full length in me, hard, the way he knew I loved, grabbing my hips to use as leverage and thrusting, causing me to moan with Arts cock still deep in my throat. Arts eyes got big, the hand he had in my hair pulled into a gentle fist, he took his cock out of my mouth and started slapping my face with it, stroking in-between slaps, taking the opportunity to shove it in my throat at random and silently laugh when I gasped and nearly gagged. He pulled my hair back as if to say "look at me, bitch" and before I could react his warm cum was filling my mouth. Daddy continued slowly fucking me hard, at this point I was shaking. I swallowed Arts' gift and he patted me on the head with a smile. I let my body fall limp on the bed and daddy pulled out of me slowly, his absence making me whimper and pout. He smacked me on the ass, jerking himself off with the other hand as he knelt over me, "don't complain little girl, do you want back on the naughty list?" He said as Art made a "well do you?" Face and put his hands on his hips. I laughed and said "no Santa" with that daddy came all over my tits, managing to get some on my face as well. I moaned and wiggled a bit, soaking it all in. I took my finger and scraped some off my boob, slowly sucking it off, "thank you Santa" I said in a half silly, half seductive way. Art swiped his hand across his forehead making a "whew" motion and plopped on the bed, cuddling up behind me as I lay next to my love panting. After a few minutes Art tapped my shoulder "yes dear?" I said out loud, still a bit out of breath. He rolled on his side to face me and looked at me with tired puppy-like eyes. I snuggled into him and kissed his chest as I rubbed his back, feeling daddy wrap his arms around my back. This was a dream come true for me, but I wondered about Art, what was his life like outside if this? Was this the first time he was shown kindness? Would he stay with us? Would he kill us? And maybe most importantly did I love him?

[ennabear]

hiya ennabear!! peep the theme :33 absolute loveeee omgg >0<

dyou take nsfw requests? If so, can i ask for loser!abby, whos like, a soft sub (she doesnt really press titles, since she isnt too obedient, but she cannot dominate for the life of her), being very shy and awk with reader since its her first time and she doesnt wanna screw up and do something wrong 😭 ooh im sick shes so precious look at heerrrr

(We are ignoring the boat scene. Owen does not exist. I refuse to acknowledge that tweeg 😡😡)

i genuinly forgot what her short hair era was called .. yaknow, when we find her tied to like, a tree (?? I dont remembed whether or not it was a tree) .. but make it so that the stories set after that 🫂🫂 apologies for not being able to tell you when that was im just very decaffeinated rn and havent had a chance to replay since like last year :P

also, can u make it so that reader is geniuinly js very fluffy and caring and allat?? No demeaning or anything, i want it teeth-rottingly sweet 🥳

thanks in advance! Now back to my deep dark lesbianism-cave-of-shame i go (ФωФ)

--🃏🌀⭐️

HIII NONNIE!!!! i’m posting this separately from the actual fic because when i was writing the authors notes/content warnings i couldn’t stop yapping… i definitely wrote wayyyyy too much for this oops… opened tumblr and my thumbs just couldn’t stop 😭 BUT AWYAOAAOOWYW THANK YEWWW i had to do a bear theme at some point because… well… ennabear……

i do take nsfw reqs!!!!! i’ll write for most nsfw things but if you’re ever too unsure check out my rules!!! I’M SO HAPPY YOU ASKED FOR LOSER!ABBY!!!! i actually love her so much but my loser!abby posts always flop astronomically hard… loser!abby fandom so small we could all fit on a bus…. 🤦🤦

also yes owen slander is 100% allowed here!!! i hate that bitch for not only screwing over abby BUT MEL TOO???? ughhh he gets on my nerves… I CAN’T STAND MENNNNN

i believe the abby era you’re talking about is pillars/santa barbara/catalina abby???? (i hope so because that’s who i wrote it about 😭) i had to do some of my own world building for this because tlou3 isn’t out yet (idek if it was confirmed… but we’ll pretend abby and reader have a happy ending!!!!) so i completely just made up shit about the island, people, environment, etc. (i’ve never even been to california bruhhhh)

writing fluffy smut is my PASSION i gotchu anon 🤝 hope u get some caffeine in your system and a chance to play again!! and if you ever wanna come back out of your dark lesbianism cave of shame, COME BACK INTO MY INBOX!!!!! i love yapping (if you can’t tell)!!!!! TJANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST!!! HAPPY READING!!!!!!

[happyandticklish]

rewatching santa clarita diet for the 5th time so i have GOT to ask.. joel v. sheila or eric v. abby for the tickle fight question .. Ur choice 🫡

YES

HELL YES

I love them so much you don't understand

I will obviously be doing both, I can't not

Round Sixteen: Joel vs Sheila

Sheila prior to her transformation lost a lot of their tickle fights I feel. However, after she gained full access to her Id as well as a sense of confidence, she tends to impulsively tickle Joel a lot more now and gets aggressive with it, which makes it far harder for him to gain the upper hand. He was confused at first by it. Not upset, just taken aback when she would suddenly dig her fingers into her sides for no reason and he'd crumble back against her in a fit of indignant giggles and protests. And afterwards he'd question her about it and she'd just shrug and be like, "I can't help it, you just looked so ticklish standing there." Remember that episode where Sheila kept stress biting stuff so they got her a stress ball? Joel often serves as that stress ball in a sense in that she'll cuddle up with him and scribble her fingers all over his stomach until her negative thoughts slowly slide away in the wake of his squirming laughter.

Round Seventeen: Abby vs Eric

Eric loses almost all of them without question. To be honest, I don't think they really get into a lot of them, though. Abby doesn't really enjoy being tickled, and while I don't think Eric would mind it, especially if it was from her, he views tickling as something that makes him weak so for his sake she'll try to abstain from engaging in it with him. The only times she'll try to get him are if he initiates it first, at which point mercy is quickly thrown out the window. Abby will occasionally ask him to tickle her sometimes, if she's in a rare, vulnerable mood, but not in a tickle fight sense. Usually they'll stay silent through it, just gentle tickling that makes her giggle and twitch and feel safe.

[cljordan-imperium]

Happy STS! Now that the holiday season is underway, how do your OCs feel about the holidays and what do they do to celebrate (or not)?

Hi Toul! <3

I'm going to break this down by storyline and the characters that want to answer.

@theimperiumchronicles

Yes, Christmas is celebrated because 99% of those in the story were originally on Earth. Abriella loves to decorate. There are trees all over the palace in different colors with different themes. Cruz could care less, but helps his sister decorate because it makes her happy. Olly and Deacon are pretty much the same, but also like doing small things out in the garden for the small beings that live out there. Arch helps Olly and Deacon out in the gardens to decorate for the beings there. Most of the others decorate their chambers with something. Phaedra tends to go a bit overboard and Dez and Thinius get roped into helping her. Yael is more subdued, but Deacon and Leandre are helping her to try to find joy.

@the-andromeda-effect

Caliban didn't really celebrate much in the past, but now that Adira is in his life, he's reconsidering. Adira wants to decorate the mansion, and Theron finds this hilarious and is helping her. Of course all four of her bodyguards are helping too. They are becoming partners in crime. Caliban is going to pick out a very special present for her and let her decorate if she wants, because it makes her happy...and he is going to give Theron tons of shit.

@devil-in-the-details-ay

Neither Astaroth nor Yara has ever celebrated Christmas. Now that they are living on Earth, he finds the commercialism of it highly annoying. Yara feels overwhelmed with all of it. They are avoiding humans like the plague right now.

@behindthesemasks

Christmas...Christmas EVERYWHERE!!!! Trees, wreaths, lights, you can see the mansion and grounds from space. Mel has even somehow gotten the gators to hold still with Santa hats for a photo shoot. The team helps because Mel's excitement is infectious and the other LaVeaus are just as into celebrating and decorations. Gifts are not necessarily expensive, but are VERY thought filled. Sometimes they are not even bought, but something made.

@bendingthelaws

In Colt's office, Abby goes overboard with decorating and neither he nor Dimitri say a damn thing about it. As long as Abby is happy, they're happy.

Colin doesn't really celebrate

Aoife hasn't celebrated since her husband was killed.

Most of the other celebrate with friends and/or family. The fire station and police station are both decorated for the holidays, both Christmas and Hanukkah.

@magical-mistakes-vm

Vollrath hates holidays

Elmar and Baldur celebrate with family

Mahala didn't really celebrate because she and her mom were moving so frequently

Balor celebrates Yule every year with his faction of the Coven.

@princess-of-thieves-id

Christmas does not exist in their world

@tapperhet-em

Christmas does not exist in their world

@sehnsuchtrising

Christmas does not exist in their world

[nsfwhiphop]

Angelo & Australian baddie @abbiecornish dialogue:

Angelo: "Hey Abbie! Should we tell them?"

Abbie: "No, don't do that. Bradley Cooper will be jealous."

Angelo: "But it's fun to tell the world we're in love, you and I."

Abbie: "Okay, what the hell! We can tell them we're in love, right? I mean, who cares if Bradley Cooper gets jealous. He hasn't called me since 2010 when we made 'Limitless.'"

Angelo: "Seriously? Bradley never called you after that movie? Wow, he's such a douche. How much you wanna bet he'll chase you now? Yeah, I bet he'll be in your DMs after he reads this text, begging you to let him hit it."

Abbie: "I need a new sugar daddy anyway. Bradley will have to pay for this coochie now. I have Brad Pitt on the other line and also George Clooney. The price of my coochie just went up."

Angelo: "Don't forget the Lesbian mafia. They will chase your coochie too. Ellen and Portia will make you a much better offer than these Hollywood actors. I encourage you to join the Lesbian mafia of Hollywood; they offer good food and good sex."

Abbie: "Thank you so much, Angelo! I owe you one. What can I do for you in return?"

Angelo: "Just tell them that I'm the best lover you've ever had. That will suffice. Because I'm not lying, I just changed your entire career with one simple text. Am I lying?"

Abbie: "It's true, I can't deny that. You are the best I've ever had. You changed my life with one text. No one can do that, only Angelo can do that. You're my hero!"

Angelo: "You know that I will be in your heart and mind after this text, right?"

Abbie: "What do you mean? I don't understand."

Angelo: "It means that I changed your entire life with one text and then decided to move on with my life and ignore you. This is why I'm telling you that I will be in your heart and your mind from now on. You will always wonder, 'Where is Angelo, that righteous man who changed my life with one text? Where is he? I want to meet him.' But I will refuse to meet you for security reasons. As you can imagine, I'm an AREA 51 gang member, and this virtual meeting never happened. I'm basically a ghost who did you a one-time favor. Get it now?"

Abbie: "So, you're not gonna beat this coochie up? For real? Are you telling me that I will be stuck in a relationship with Bradley Cooper from the Hangover series? And you refuse to sit with us? Why? I want to meet you and even let you hit it. Come on, say yes."

Angelo: "Relax, I'm gonna meet you in the future, don't worry. I love you too, Abbie. We will have fun later on. Right now, you have to go team up with Ellen and Portia's Lesbian mafia in Hollywood. They will take good care of you. Trust me, your Hollywood film career will never be the same again. You will have a lot of gigs now."

Abbie: "Do you have a friend in Hollywood that I could give coochie to? I'm willing to be nice to one of your friends and give him coochie. Who do you think I should give this coochie to?"

Angelo: "I vouch for Mike Judge. Call him, and he will beat the coochie up. He will satisfy you, guaranteed. He is one of my best friends in Hollywood. You can trust him; he will be good to you."

Abbie: "Mike Judge is the creator of the Silicon Valley TV series, right? And also the 90s Beavis and Butt-Head?"

Angelo: "Yeah, that's him. Mike Judge is my bro. I have immense respect for his talent as a director. Silicon Valley is one of my favorite TV series of all time, so well written."

Abbie: "Thank you, Angelo! I will never forget what you did for me."

Angelo: "You're welcome, my dear Abbie! I plan on being good to you in the future. Just don't be on the naughty girl list of Santa. If anyone bothers you or tries to bully you, don't hesitate to call these two women: @zoesaldana and @rosariodawson. They will help you find a community of women to protect you. Zoe and Rosario will become your best friends."

Abbie: "Okay, got it! Zoe and Rosario are my friends."

Angelo: "Since you are an Aussie girl, I know an Australian girl in America. Her name is Iggy Azalea (@thenewclassic). You could hang out with her. I'm sure you will get along with her. Margot Robbie and Iggy Azalea are two Australian women in America. You can join their female gang if you want."

Abbie: "Got it, Iggy Azalea (@thenewclassic) and Margot Robbie. Thanks."

Angelo: "You were born in 1982, and I was born in 1981. You get why I look out for you. We are the same age. I see you struggling. I had to help you. You're a good woman, Abbie. I see you from afar."

Abbie: "Are you in love with me?"

Angelo: "No, I'm not. I just want to fuck you , that's all. Plus, I enjoyed your movie 'Limitless' with Bradley Cooper. That film was dope."

Abbie: "If you're a good boy, I will let you hit it."

Angelo: "Thanks, but not now. I'm busy with way too much coochie. I'll take a rain check for now, maybe later when I find the time. Bye, bye now. Love you, Abbie."

The end of the dialogue.

P.S.:

Mike Judge picture:

[pineapple-cheese-bread]

@abby-wolf Done!

Here we have my two big girls, birthday gifts from my Nan, and also the largest ones I own. (Also, yes, that is a dragon rug. A Christmas gift from my other Nan it is 100% AI art and is kinda funny to look at)

We have these two. The pink one used to be my older sisters, but when she moved out of the room, she just left it for me, so it's mine now.

We have these two lovely ladies, the one on the house was a secret Santa gift someone gave me from my old work and honestly, I can't rember where I got the other one from I may have bought her or she could have been a gift I'm not too sure.

These two, I bought the red one cause she was very pretty and I couldn't just leave her and the rainbow one was a present from my Nan (The one who got me the rug).

These two are pretty old, the one on the Geode I bought, I kept the rope that the price tag was on cause it looked cute, and the other was surprise another gift from my Nan (if I say that assume it's the one who got me the rug)

We have this beautiful lady who was actually from my great-grandmother, I was given her a few weeks after she passed, so she's very special to me.

These three are also very special, from left to right we have Headfirst the first one in my entier collection, Oswald who I got when me and my sister were in Montréal and unamed who I when I went to New Zealand.

SURPRISE! What's this? This isn't a dragon I here you say, no, he's not. This is Harold, an Alebrije I got when my sister and I went to Mexico. I love him so very much. He's just a funky little fella.

And that's all sorry if the photos aren't the best.

Hey, If this post gets one interaction (reblog or like) I will share some of my favourite dragon figures I own.

[readinginthereadyroom]

let’s talk about christopher and santa claus for a minute. 

because the thing is. that kid is a national treasure and possibly magic. because he has santa’s ear. direct line to christmas miracles. 

and the best part is. it’s canon. 

but before we get to that. we need to talk about eddie being scared of santa when he was a kid. about the difference in eddie and christopher’s childhoods.

because eddie’s childhood lacked magic. santa wasn’t a right jolly old elf with a red suit and a belly laugh. just a creepy guy with a fake beard who smelled bad. a stranger he was forced to go see. that scared him so much he got sick. twice.

christopher’s childhood tho. filled with magic. when he was little and not feeling well (maybe around one of his surgeries?) and missing eddie. shannon caves. tries to cheer chris up with a giant tree for the backyard. but we didn't have enough ornaments to cover it, so we just loaded it up with lights and ribbon. I got the sleeping bags out, and we laid under it, just staring up at the branches for hours.

which is the most magical thing I’ve ever heard.

so really it’s no surprise that christopher believes in the magic of christmas. the power of santa. miracles and the christmas spirit. 

because christopher only asked for one thing that christmas. one very specific gift. not toys. not candy. he just wants his dad. w-when you were gone, I asked santa for you to come back, and you did.

which makes me wonder what time of year it was when eddie’s helicopter was shot down. did he arrive home in time for the holidays? with his wrist in a cast and his arm in a sling and propped up by a cane. wounded but alive. home for the holidays. which is all that would matter to little christopher. that dad’s back. dad’s staying. forever.

and since christopher’s wish came true before. since santa came thru before. why wouldn’t it work again? because christopher’s got his dad. a new life, in a new city, with a new best friend. and everything is perfect. everything except the lack of shannon. christopher misses his mom. so he forgoes toys and candy once again. goes with eddie and buck to see santa. I asked him to find mom. will he?

the answer is yes. because she’s already back. has been for a while. eddie’s just been reluctant to let shannon see christopher. because he’s scared she’ll break his heart if she decided to leave again. because eddie doesn’t believe in magic. and I think that includes happily ever afters. 

but christopher believes in magic and wishes. and eddie knows that. and he’ll do everything in his power to keep it that way. cause he loves christopher more than himself. loves that he believes in magic and miracles and santa.

because it allows eddie to believe thru christopher. just for a second. but seconds accumulate. grow. build. into something magical all eddie’s own.

so they get another giant tree. cover it in ribbons and lights. turn the floor into a wrapping paper treasure map for christopher to follow into the front yard. where shannon is waiting. mommy! mommy! I missed you so much. I knew Santa could do it again.

and then so much happens. by the time next christmas rolls around shannon has died and christopher’s survived a tsunami. and eddie has to work thru the holiday. buck too. christmas is ruined. 

we don’t see chris talking about santa this year. or to santa. I think that’s probably on purpose. this year is about the absence of christmas spirit. and how that absence radiates out into their lives. chris storming away. giving eddie the silent treatment. buck saying he’s working too.

missing pieces. lack of communication. absent people.

but you cannot convince me that when the holidays go awry. that christopher won’t turn to his old pal santa to fix this particular problem. that he won’t ask for another christmas miracle. that his family can be together for the holidays. christopher and his dad and his buck. it tracks with christopher’s history.

and the thing is. santa comes thru. via buck. who plans a surpise holiday party at the 118. ropes athena and maddie into gathering their friends and family all together. throws the biggest holiday party in the history of the firefam.

and now I’m thinking the s5 holiday episode would be the perfect time for buddie to go canon. buck and eddie have been getting closer since their begins eps. they’ve both grown as people. tried other relationships. neither of which work out. both of which they choose to end. 

actually, yes. I am into this. and here’s how it happens:

the sniper and the blackout puts things in perspective. which leads to eddie to breaking up with ana. buck realizes where his priorities are and he breaks up with taylor soon after. that’s when the shoulder bumps and playful banter starts to ramp up. they’ve always been in each other’s space and at each other’s homes. now it’s just more. buck and eddie become buck&eddie. 

there’s no big declaration or passionate kiss. 911 doesn’t really do that. what we will get is a buddie hug after a too-close call that lingers a little too long. and eddie doing his sustained eye contact thing. and buck reciprocating with his eye flutter thing. then eddie reaching with his hands. then buck’s blinding smile. then...

END CREDITS. because it’ll hurt so good. 

mid-way thru the next ep we’ll get confirmation in the form of carla. she’ll stumble over buck coming out of eddie’s room. there will be a little light teasing. it’s about time interspereced with domestic fluff. they will keep it to themselves for now. 

and then eddie’s parents guilt trip him into going to texas for the holidays. buck has a christmas eve shift, but has christmas day off. and plans with maddie, chim, albert, and the hans for jee-yun’s first christmas. plus holiday dinner with athena and bobby’s family. he’s not going to be alone. 

doesn’t feel that way tho.

and then there’s a scene at the airport that mirrors the end of s1. only instead of abby leaving it’s eddie and christopher. with buck and eddie both pretending to be okay. neither of them are. 

cue eddie in texas. where everything goes wrong. of course it does. helena and ramon keep making jabs about how eddie’s raising christopher. they will never think he’s enough. even worse they don’t treat christopher like an autonomous person. but a consolation prize. a parenthood do-over.

and eddie’s miserable. christopher’s miserable. they both miss buck.

there’s definitely a firefighter santa involved. a lesson about family being who you chose. christopher won’t stop talking about last christmas at the station. about buck.

which is why. when everything comes to a head over christmas eve dinner. eddie makes an executive decision. books a red-eye flight and bundles him and christopher off to the airport. 

buck’s out on a call when eddie and christopher arrive. it was only a 2 hr flight but it’s still really late. they both conk out on the sofas. and that’s where buck spots them when the trucks pull into the station. he’s doesn’t go all the way over to them. just watches them from afar. like he’s always done. 

until eddie wakes up. sees him watching. reaches his hand out to buck and drags him into their space. physically connects the three of them. kisses his hand. merry christmas buck. 

neither buck or eddie notice that chris is also awake. watching them with a mischieveous smile on his face. because christopher believes in magic. the christmas spirit. santa claus. and apparently santa claus believes in christopher because that man has granted each and every one of his wishes.

dad. mom. family. buck. 

christopher has been slowly building his own family. via christmas miracles and the help of his good friend santa claus. 

outside the window it starts snowing.

and it feels like magic. 

[punkrockmads]

Found Family

Abby Anderson x F! Reader Mini Series

Warnings: Description of nightmare, soft SMUT

Chapter Thirteen; I'm Here

*ONE YEAR OLD*

I'm woken up late at night by a harsh movement, groaning as I open my eyes slowly and look at Abby. She's shifting in her sleep, grinding her teeth with a frown. Her brows are raised. She looks... afraid. I sit up, putting a hand on her chest gently. She's mumbling, but I can't make out what she's saying. "Shh. It's okay." I coo, rubbing below her collarbone lightly as I try to soothe her. That's when tears start slipping from her fluttering eyes.

"Abby." I say, grabbing her hands in mine and squeezing them. "Abby, baby. Wake up." Abby starts whimpering, startling me. I cup her face in my hands. "Abby!" I say louder. Abby jolts awake, almost hitting her forehead against mine as she gasps for air, looking around the room frantically. I reach to turn on the lamp resting on the night table.

"Y/N?" Abby sobs, her gaze meeting mine.

"It's okay." I say, trying to comfort her. "I'm here. You're okay."

Abby pulls me into a hug, sobbing into my shoulder. "Oh, Y/N." She cries. I hold her close, rubbing her back. "I thought you died I- I watched-"

"It's okay." I cut her off, massaging her back and soothing the muscles there with slow circles. "I'm okay. I'm right here with you, baby." I hold her close, rocking her side to side as I let her cry it out, whispering soothing words into her ear as she clings to me. Once she's calmed down enough, she relaxes in my arms, keeping a tight grip on the back of my shirt as the rest of her body goes limp.

"I watched you die." Abby mumbles into my shoulder, sniffling. "I- I couldn't save you."

"I'm right here, honey." I hush, running my fingers through her hair. "Everything's okay." I continue swaying side to side slowly. "Do you wanna talk about it?"

"The Seraphites, they- they caught us and dragged us into the woods." Abby starts, swallowing thickly. I remember running into Seraphites once or twice on my way to Santa Barbara. Some crazy cult. "We were... screaming and fighting but we couldn't escape. I bit one of them and they knocked me out. When- when I opened my eyes, you had a noose around your neck just...dangling there. I tried to get to you, but they had me pinned down. They... fuck." She sighs, unable to continue.

"It's okay, baby." I hush, kissing her cheek. "I'm right here." Abby pulls away, cupping my face in her hands, her calloused fingers brushing against my cheeks. Suddenly, she smashes her lips against mine passionately, making me hum in surprise. I let my eyes close, feeling Abby deepen the kiss.

Abby pulls away, leaving the two of us breathless as she rests her forehead against mine. "Y/N..." She pauses, taking my hand and kissing my knuckles gently. "I want you." I know immediately what she means, a fire growing in the pit of my stomach. I simply respond with a nod, kissing her sweetly. It's not uncommon for Abby to want sex after a nightmare, desperately needing something to pull her back to the safe reality that lies in my arms.

I take it slow, biting Abby's bottom lip and pushing my tongue in her mouth when she moans. Our tongues mesh together smoothly, teeth touching as I slowly guide her back on the bed, straddling her hips. I keep my hands on her waist, waiting for the right moment to let them wander. I focus on the way soft, quiet moans leave her mouth as my tongue works against hers, her hands moving down to cup my ass. I moan when she gives it a light squeeze, laughing at my reaction. I smile, the sound of her laugh assuring me she's finding her way back into reality. I push my thumbs under the hem of her shirt.

I look at her, making sure she's making eye contact before asking permission to take her shirt off. "Can I?" Abby nods, whispering an almost urgent 'yes' as she looks up at me. I smile, kissing her lightly before moving to pull her shirt off. She sits up a little, helping me pull the fabric over her head. Goosebumps form on my skin at the sight of her exposed breasts. I lean down, leaving feather light kisses on the right side of her neck. Abby moans lightly, arching her hips to try to grind against me. "More?" I ask, kissing the base of her throat.

"Please." Abby whispers, her hands moving to my lower back. She tugs at the hem of my shirt, silently asking for me to take it off. I comply, pulling away and taking the shirt off before quickly latching onto her neck again. I soothe the skin there with gentle lips and tongue, listening to Abby's soft breathing. Abby's hands slowly move to my breasts, squeezing them and making me moan into her shoulder.

I kiss a trail down between her collarbones, feeling her gasp beneath me when I kiss just beside her left nipple before gently placing my tongue flat against it. "Y/N!" Abby hisses, a hand moving to the back of my head, locking into my hair and pushing my head closer. I tease her nipple, flicking my tongue over it and sucking lightly as it hardens in my mouth. I roll her other nipple between my fingers, pinching lightly as Abby sighs. I look up at her with a small smile as I switch breasts, my hand moving to her left nipple and my mouth kneads at her right. I feel her legs shift underneath me, adjusting myself slightly so my thigh just barely brushes against her needy center.

"Is this okay?" I ask, pausing briefly to check on Abby. Her face is flushed, mouth open in a small circle as she looks at me with dilated eyes.

"Yes." Abby gasps, feeling my bare knee brush her pussy through her boxers. "Y/N." My name slips past her lips in a small moan. She takes my left hand, moving it towards the hem of her boxers. "Please." She grips my hand as I hook it in the waistband of the dark blue boxers. I move down her body, kissing her toned stomach as I look up at her. She watches with hunger in her eyes as I pull her boxers off, throwing them somewhere in the room before doing the same with my own underwear. I place a gentle kiss right above her vulva. I take Abby's hands, moving them so they rest on my shoulders as I move back up to straddle her thigh. I lean forward, my lips inches away from hers.

"I love you." I mumble, trailing my hand down her stomach to her dripping pussy.

"I love you too." Abby replies before closing the gap and kissing me. As soon as her lips are on mine, I push a finger into her swiftly, causing her to moan into my mouth. I feel my own wetness growing as her walls tighten around my finger, her hips grinding slowly against my hand. I move my finger in and out slowly, listening to Abby's quiet moans as I brush against the spot that drives her crazy. The spot only I know about.

"You're beautiful, Abigail." I hum, kissing her temple. She looks truly angelic... underneath me with red cheeks, her hair splayed out in every direction, panting as she moves her hands back to my breasts. This is my angel. My beautiful angel seeking comfort and finding it in my embrace. "You're soaked for me, baby." Abby's legs shake as she rubs my nipples with the pads of her thumb. I moan against her right temple, speeding up the pace of my thrusts, only slowing down every once in a while to tease at that spot that makes her beg for more every time.

"Y/N." Abby's voice grows slightly louder, but she makes sure she's not loud enough to wake Evangeline or Lev. "More." Abby grinds harder against my hand, my palm hitting her clit at just the right angle. I smile at her, complying as I add a second finger and quicken my pace. Her muscles flex below me. I can feel my own wetness starting to run over my clit, creating a wet sensation that makes me start to grind my hips slowly, riding Abby's thigh. "Fuck." Abby whispers, hands moving to my shoulders as she digs her fingernails into my shoulder blades. I moan, hearing the sound of her wetness on my fingers as her thrusts meet mine. "Y/N, I'm gonna-" She cuts herself off with a small groan.

"It's okay, beautiful." I say, resting my forehead against hers as our sweat mixes together. I continue riding her thigh slowly and gently, focusing on her pleasure over my own. "I got you. Cum for me, Abby." With one last flutter of my fingers, Abby's walls twitch and she shakes as she comes undone, pressing her lips to mine to muffle her moans and grunts. Her lewd noises bring me closer to my own release as I let her ride out her thigh before slowly pulling my fingers out and putting them in my mouth. I taste Abby's sweet cum as I suck it off of my fingers, locking eyes with her as she looks at me breathlessly. I stop grinding my hips, moving to get off of her when she pulls me back down against her thigh.

"Keep going, baby." Abby urges, her eyes filled with a mix of love and lust. I comply, slowly continuing to ride her thigh as I hold onto her shoulders. My wetness soaks her thigh, making my movements smoother and faster. Abby reaches back and grabs my hips, moving me against her.

"Abby!" I seethe, biting my lip as my clit throbs from the friction. I grind faster, the friction being too much and not enough at the same time.

"Those lips are mine to bite." Abby chuckles, taking my bottom lip between her teeth. I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling Abby's hands move to my ass, squeezing as she speeds up my movements. My legs start shaking violently, my release hitting the brim. "Come on, sweet girl." Abby whispers, pressing a kiss to my left cheekbone. "Make a mess on my thigh, baby." I grind into Abby's thigh even harder, finally feeling my release spill over. I gasp, biting Abby's left shoulder to muffle my moans and incoherent slurs as my cum coats Abby's thigh. "Good girl." Abby's whispers make me moan louder, biting down harder into her broad shoulder. Abby guides me through my release before letting me stop. I move to lay beside her, propping my head up with my elbow as I smile down at her. I tuck a few messy locks of blonde hair behind her ear as she gives me a warm grin.

"Good?" I ask, running my fingers through her hair.

"Amazing, baby." Abby sighs, looking so peaceful. "You're amazing. Thank you for that."

I lean down to kiss her softly. "Always." I promise. "Shower?"

Abby chuckles, looking down at her soaked thigh. "Definitely."

[purpleorchid85]

Buddie Fic Rec List (Part 1)

5 Times Eddie & Buck Knew They Were Dating & 1 Time Everyone Else Figured It Out 

by Onlymystory

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24012025

A Diaz By Any Other Name (Should Be A Buckley) 

by CaseyStar

Summary: Evan's lack of confidence in where he fit with the firefam and over how easily Bosko was brought in to take his place, rears it's ugly head when he hears about how Eddie escaped the warehouse when the police arrived.

AO3:https://archiveofourown.org/works/21783802

And They Were Roomates

By cherishingstydia 

Summary: Buck needs a place to live and Eddie has a guest room.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22828072

 And...They Were Zoommates

By emquin

Summary: Buck and Eddie work for the same company but have never met until working from home during the covid-19 pandemic has them using zoom video conferences.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23420866

 Asked, Offered, Given, (He's) Taken by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

Summary: People like to flirt with Buck on calls. It kind of makes Buck uncomfortable. And that makes Eddie frustrated.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24762892

 Be My (Secret Santa) baby

By smartbuckley

Summary:  It's this year's secret santa, and as Buck is about to open his sixth gift, he remembers the previous gifts and his feelings about them.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21809878

 Bi Me A Drink 

by Wolves_of_Innistrad

Summary:  Hen takes the firefam out to a gay bar as a means of getting Eddie and Buck together. Fic contains lots of flirty Bi!Buck, Jealous and handsy Eddie and some extra twists.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21414100

 Breathe You In

By Pline

Summary: Eddie can’t stop staring. This selfie is going to be the death of him. Buck is shirtless, and giving the camera an intense look that leaves Eddie panting. Or Buck sends a picture that tips their relationship into something new.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25070953

 Bruises and Bitemarks 

By Tarialdrion

Summary: When Chimney invited Buck to see his first live MMA fight, Buck had no idea that the night would end with him on his knees and the most gorgeous man he's ever seen happily devouring his mouth. Life is full of surprises.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24800731

 Buck's Not-At-All-Secret Admirer 

by R_E_R6

Summary: Buck has a 'secret admirer'. Everyone knows it's Eddie, even Buck.

Eddie has a plan though.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22650847

 Calendar Shoot 2.0 

by Araloth

Summary: It’s that time of year again, time for submissions to the annual LAFD sexy firefighter calendar. Buck is eager to try again, only this year he plans on actually taking Eddie up on all his free photography advice…

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21229880

 Check Yes or No 

by rebeccaofsbfarm

Summary: Eddie finds a note in Christopher's backpack and realizes that his son has a girlfriend. When he tells Buck, he has a reaction Eddie didn't anticipate.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24783445

Cruiser Bruiser 

by FandomLife54

Summary: A close call on the side of the freeway has Eddie reevaluating his relationship with Buck, particularly how strained it's become due to Eddie's anger since the lawsuit. Some domestic love and more than a few heart to hearts have Eddie confessing things he should have a long time ago.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24126379

Darling It's Better (Down Where It's Wetter) 

By onlymystory  

Summary: "Who the hell is that?" asks Buck. Like he doesn't know exactly who that is. Like a week ago he wasn't enjoying one of the best fucks of his life with Eddie Diaz. Or the reason for Buck's surprise at the new recruit isn't quite for the reasons everyone thinks.

AO3:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/23197093?view_full_work=true#main

 Dirty Little Secret

By smartbuckley

Summary: Buck and Eddie have been sneaking around together hooking up but it has never been just about sex for Buck and he keeps asking Eddie for it to be more. But Eddie doesn’t want anyone to know, even though he does love Buck (he’s scared) and can’t bring himself to talk about it. Buck gets upset about being Eddie’s dirty secret and cuts off their hookups, it hurts too much to be that close. He won’t let Eddie touch him even platonically. Eddie realizes he needs to do something about it.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21498331#main

 Don’t Hate The Player, Hate The Game

By FancyfulOfLife

Summary: One day one too many firehouse 118 betting pools are going to bite them in the booty. Today just might be that day.

AO3:https://archiveofourown.org/works/22129198

 Don’t Need To Question The Reasons. I’m Yours.

By technicallyi’mawriter

Summary: The one where Buck is his flirty self and Eddie reminds him that he is his and his alone.

AO3:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/24207109#main

Dosed, Again

By ApplepieandCinnamon

Summary: In retrospect, eating cookies that clearly inebriated strangers gave you as a thanks had not been a good idea. Well, you’re always smarter in hindsight. Sleep deprived Eddie Diaz is a danger to society and ends up drugging both himself and his best friend.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24742834

Eddie 'I Get What I Want' Diaz

By EdithBlake

Summary: Buck encounters an ex of his on a call. It puts things into perspective for Eddie.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22488685

 Eddie Hates The New Guy

By EdithBlake

Summary: Rick is Hen's replacement while she is undergoing investigation. Eddie hates him. He especially hates how Rick looks at Buck like he is a piece of meat.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21438241

 Eddie's Not-So-Secret Feelings 

R_E_R6

Summary: 5 times Eddie says sweet things about Buck in Spanish so Buck doesn't find out he's in love with him +1 time Eddie realises Buck speaks Spanish and knew all along. With special guest stars: Eddie's entire family.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21729094

 Eddie Swiped Right On Buck

StaceyBlake

Summary: It's been over a year since Eddie has had sex. He is a bit desperate and downloads Tinder. When Buck's picture shows up on his screen and he swipes right, things take a sexy turn for these best friends.

AO3:https://archiveofourown.org/works/21818059

 Even The Bartender Knows

StaceyBlake

Summary: The Bartender at The Manhole gets a lot of guys coming into his bar who are questioning their sexuality. Helping them through it is kinda part of his job. But when a pretty Blond comes in and starts going on and on about how in love he is with his best friend, only for a man fitting said description of that best friend, walks in a few nights later going on and on about how in love he is with his best friend, well he's never seen that before.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21497890#main

 Feels Like Home

Mansikka

Summary: After a fire devastates Eddie's home, the logical thing for him and Christopher to do is stay with Buck. Though Buck's apartment isn't ideal; would it be such a crazy idea for the three of them to find a place to live in permanently together?

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24840859

 Friends To Make and Walls To Climb

By mansikka 

Summary: Eddie and Christopher just moved to Los Angeles, and they have lots of things to be happy about. Eddie loves his work on the 118, Christopher can get to know his mom again, and maybe Eddie and Shannon will relearn how to be friends. Christopher is also thriving in school, coming home every day with new tales about his new favorite teacher. Eddie needs to meet the incredible Mr. Buckley for himself, to see what all the fuss is about.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27957527

 Grand Guestures

By red_to_black

Summary: Buck didn't think too much of taking the Diaz boys out after a rough shift - until Hen and Chimney point out to him that he used to do the same with Abby. And really, if he was going to have a sexual crisis at the age of twenty seven, did it really have to be about Eddie?

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22208095

 Helping Hands

By Shaniamr

Summary: Everyone wants Buck to heal from the past year, and they think getting laid will help him. Buck doesn't want to revert back to Buck 1.0, but he also doesn't want his friends to worry about him. So Buck enlists the help of his best friend Eddie in fooling his friends. 

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22132669

 It Started With A Bang And A Hostage Situation

By JayJay_884 

Summary: Buck goes to the store one late night to buy food because of Maddie's pregnancy cravings. Whilst at the store, Buck accidentally gets caught in the middle of a robbery and gets knocked out. After waking up in the backroom, Buck finds himself as a hostage with a handsome and caring stranger.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30733649

 I Hit the Accelerator (But the Car was in Reverse) by exasiswings & letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

Summary:  When Buck is forced to confront the truth about his breakup with Abby, having casual sex with his hot new coworker seems like the best rebound idea. Unfortunately, that hot new coworker turns into his best friend. But best friends can keep having sex with each other, right? There's no way this could possibly go wrong.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21614971

 I Might Have To Tell You

By Ingu

Summary: Christopher gives Buck a list of how to cheer Eddie up while he's gone, and Buck accepts without reading the terms and conditions first.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24803128

 Is This How You Get A Cat?

By Whis

Summary: Buck didn't know he just needed to climb a tree, rescue the kitten, fall down, get a concussion and a huge nail through his hand to get a kitten, no that he was looking for one, although, if he had known Eddie was included in the package he would have done it earlier.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21614971

 Keep It On

By R_E_R6

Summary: When Eddie walks in on Buck, bent over in nothing but a hoodie, their plans for the night immediately change. Buck's outfit though? Well, Eddie requests that it stays the same...for reasons.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26679433

 Kissing Booth Fiasco

By Lilacsheen

Summary: Buck plans on tending a kissing booth on a Halloween bash... but the kicker? He's blindfolded the entire time.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26987998

 Kiss With A Fist 

By florenceandthemachine

Summary: A meet-cute au where Eddie takes Chris to the gym once a week and they box a little together before Eddie spars; usually Chris sits by the ring and reads but one day Eddie finds him laying on a bench, lifting an empty bar while this really cute blond guy spots him and gives him encouragement...

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25415776

 Lift Me Up

By CaptainSif

Summary: Buck gets stuck in his apartment building's broken elevator with his good-looking neighbor from the sixth floor.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28452156

 I, Hildy

By red_to_black 

Summary: The many ways in which Hildy interfered with Eddie and Buck's life, until they got the picture.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29511051

 Lightly Stabbed 

By  Every_Version_Of_Me

Summary: Buck gets stabbed and takes the time to call Eddie to tell him he can't make it to dinner.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21743812

 Love Language 

By red_to_black

Summary: Eddie's love language is acts of service, and Buck doesn't totally get it.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23403196?view_adult=true

[dissonantdreamer]

I usually don’t do this but...I hate this shit so much, I understand we all love Ellie and Joel, but why are people so biased towards these characters, and try to justify their actions.

I am so confused, what the hell Lev did? Associated with Abby? That’s why he should face consequences? Also, do people actually forget the whole Santa Barbara sequence, smh.

Since this is a submission I’ll separate my thoughts from your post under a cut:

okay, one: an antihero in one person’s perspective will always be a villain in another person’s perspective. and two, “Good” and “Evil” are not as blissfully black and white as some people want it to be.

This person clearly doesn’t understand how before the truce between the scars and the WLF, there was a lot of killing done because that’s how wars work. Probably because they either played this game once, never completed the game, paid zero attention to the game because they were so mad about Joel, or watched some angry manchild yell about how the “evil jew Neil, and demonic witch Halley ruined the game and paid off the industry to tell you it was a good game” on youtube (seriously, so tired of still seeing this anti-semetic and mysogynistic shit pop up every time I do research for a post but i’m not surprised by it). I digress, the truce has been broken when we meet Abby, both sides are attacking each other and this is a situation where you, THE FUCKING PLAYER IN CHARGE OF YOUR OWN GAME PLAY, can choose to engage and kill as many people as you want OR stealth around them. The only cutscene where Abby actively kills someone with intention is Joel. The man who killed her father without hesitation (which we know BECAUSE WE FUCKING PARTICIPATED IN HIS DEATH but Abby doesn’t) Most other kills we see is in defense, yes she’s built like a fucking tank and her kills are particularly brutal, but as I’ve pointed out a whole fuck bunch in other posts, it’s mechanical, utilitarian, done in a way that eliminates threats as they are perceived. Whereas Ellie is brutal because it’s all personal to her, arguably she kills whoever gets in her way for no real reason. She kills because it’s all personal. (JESUS FUCK HOW CAN YOU LOOK AT THE WAY SHE KILLS NORA AND THINK THAT IS JUSTICE) AS far as the other cutscene kills, Abby kills Jesse because he was first through the door and if you’re unsure of how many people are there you don’t want to get ambushed, however, “killing” Tommy and almost killing Dina was for the same painful reasons Ellie went after the Saltlake crew, to make them suffer for what they did without hesitation. BECAUSE THIS IS THE KIND OF JUSTICE THIS WORLD BREEDS. Those are it, when Abby is at her most broken and even then, she pulls back and spares Dina let’s Ellie live again even though she wasted it the first time. That is growth, that is empathy, that is what many people who loved the first game fear in the second.

what really bothers me is that there is how the huge difference between how Joel handled Ellie after David and how Abby handled loss with Lev is ignored. Joel clearly didn’t talk much with Ellie after what happened, whether he didn’t know how to or just believed her that she was fine. He tries to cheer her up talking about teaching her guitar, but it’s in that “Dad who doesn’t get his kid is off” kinda way. The whole build up to the giraffe scene is Ellie distant in her head and Joel feeling positive about the future with her. Abby has clearly put so much fucking effort into Lev’s well-being and you see it in the house just before they get captured. She praises his good work, when he finds signs of a hidden door, she actively has him helping when they are looking for the street numbers. Keeping Lev happy, clearly has helped Abby, and Lev is smart for a kid, wise in ways that you don’t see much of in an apocalyptic setting. They help each other in a much more even way. Abby is affected, you find she’s been writing letters to Owen as some sort of self-therapy. She’s letting herself feel her feelings. Which, if you’ve been in therapy makes dealing with traumatic events a little bit easier. She also has a mission to find the Fireflies, it’s a much lighter mission to focus on than revenge. Ellie on the other hand, doesn’t write to Joel, she writes to herself and actively points out that to talk about what has happened would be bad. All that does for her is create a toxic feedback loop.

There are consequences in this game, Joels death is a consequence of the first game. Ellie almost losing herself completely is a consequence of blindly pursuing revenge. Everyone Abby loved is dead, that’s a fucking consequence of dedicating yourself to revenge. The WLF and Seraphites are in shambles as a consequence for endless combat. Hell you as the player have to deal with people as Abby that you kill as Ellie, like Whitney. All of Santa Barbara is a culmination of consequences, precariously stacked a top each other like damaged cars in a Kentucky salvage yard waiting for a tornado to sweep through and do the most damage.

Psychopathy: sometimes considered synonymous with sociopathy, is traditionally a personality disorder characterized by persistent antisocial behavior, impaired empathy and remorse, and bold, disinhibited, and egotistical traits.

A real psychopath has zero empathy for others and refuses to see what others have faced and ignores what they must have gone through. They focus on themselves and how they feel without considering any one else. Sadly some people have tied themselves so tightly to who they think Joel should be because they want to be the tough “anti-hero” that saved the girl and that diminishes all the fucking growth Joel had in four years. He WAS a villain, he was a hunter before he was a smuggler, you can’t justify his behavior in the first game when you can’t consider the other side of the coin Abby, and the edge of the coin that bridges them, Ellie. They all have been the villain in their own story.

These people don’t really care about Joel, they don’t give two shits about anyone other than themselves and their fragile sense of self righteousness, Because if Joel is a bad person to some, then they are too and they can’t do that because the world is against them. Joel put in the effort to grow, and yes, that made him vulnerable in the end. A strong person will always allow themselves to be vulnerable because that is where inner strength, and as Lev points out, true strength,  comes from. Being open and understanding of others forces you to share parts of yourself that others will mock as weakness, because those people are scared and don’t know how to be brave. They are scared of what they do not understand, what they refuse to comprehend.  Which makes it so easy for them to attack the things that scare them and feel justified and “right”. They attack Abby, attack Ellie, attack the story, because this game asks you “Can you still love something after it hurts you?” “Can you find it in yourself to forgive?” “Can you know the other side of your story and empathize with your enemy of circumstance enough to walk away?” These kinds of people always answer no, because saying yes, forces you to confront parts of yourself that you might not like, that you’ve avoided for so long.

The act of being brave is not killing a hospitals worth of Fireflies and lying to the kid you couldn’t bear to part with. It’s telling the truth, living with the consequences, and trying to do better.

These characters are complex and imperfect and much like people in the real world none of them are without fault, if you can’t separate that from your own version of morality which is more black and white than the broadside of a dalmatian. Go play COD again. 

(Also, i would like to point out the fact that there are people who still spend their time hating this game almost a year after it came out is waaaaaay worse than making a fan account for a character you like. Someone liking a character in their own space doesn’t fucking hurt you, actively going onto someone’s page to harass them over it is far more damaging and toxic.)

It frustrates me to no end that we’re at a point where some people think their hatred is criticism and that any criticism towards them is hate.

Welp, you caught me on a day I was already heated about things over. Sorry if this got a tad long, I just really fuckin’ love this game faults and all. Few other games have challenged me like TLoU2 has. I appreciate the submission, I’m right there with you I don’t understand this kind of shit at all, but I’ll fuckin’ try.

[coeurdastronaute]

Christmas: Day 33

maybe possibly continue the thanksgiving/christmas of clarke and lexa with it being their second christmas together and they do their own thing and attend new years party or maybe do the new years right after the thanksgiving/christmas story

Day 32

Even with the sludge and the general slush that was the busy streets in the winter, the car crunched its way down familiar streets toward the opposite side of town, departing the high rises of the downtown skyline and instead running for the wide open grey sky, plump with snow and the promises of a very, very white Christmas. Dressed in its best holiday attire, the city was brimming with cheer; lights hung from every tree, ornaments from every street light, balconies were glistening with the vast array of different decoration choices, and most importantly, tiny snow men appeared in tiny yards and parks and playgrounds, waving away the old and welcoming that sense of joy that seemed to creep in despite the chill in the air. 

The car was steaming, the heat pumping through the vents at a prodigious rate that made the inhabitants begin the slow process of taking off parts of their layers between stop lights and signs. Outside it was below freezing, but the cab of the vehicle was stifling in the way that only a car can be during the holidays, pumping in good spirits despite all else. 

“Are you really nervous?” 

“No… no. No, no,” Clarke shook her head as she put on the confident air she’d perfected throughout her life. 

“You already know Anya,” Lexa promised, seeing through it instantly, knowing that she had to offer a few extra words of encouragement to make it real, to put some weight behind the faux demeanor. “You’ve known her longer than you’ve known me.” 

“I work with her, but it’s not like we work together. We’re in vastly different departments. I don’t see her other than when we have dinner together.” 

“We’ve been dating for nearly three years. You know her plenty.” 

“I know. And I’m not nervous,” she shrugged. 

Lexa reach across the middle and held her girlfriend’s hand, easing her into it. It wasn’t lost on the lawyer that her girlfriend was nervous to spend the holiday without her family, nor that she was always a little nervous around Anya. For Lexa, there were no other options. She had to make a good impression on the only sister, the only living family member. She dreaded the thought of having to impress just Clarke’s mother or father or friends. She understood the pressure. 

“I’m excited we get to spend the holiday with my family this year,” Lexa decided to try a different tactic, attempting to lighten the mood. “It’s going to be great. And we can teach them how to make proper hot chocolate and such.” 

“I’m excited, too.” 

“Your mom wasn’t too hurt that I’ve stolen you for the holidays?” 

Clarke pulled Lexa’s hand to kiss it before looking out the windows again as the snow flurry picked up once more. 

“She understood. She was just excited we agreed to New Years with them.” 

“I can’t believe she was okay with inviting Anya and the gang up for the party. It was very cool of her.” 

“Well, you know Abby,” Clarke shrugged. “Always trying to be the hippest mom on the block. Plus, Dad really wanted to validate his transforming the shed to a guest house.” 

“House is generous.”

“Don’t tell him that,” she chuckled and agreed. “He worked very hard.” 

“I know,” Lexa grinned. “He sent me all kinds of updates. I think he was trying to separate us when we visit.” 

“Fat chance.” 

“We’re quiet, right?” 

“Very,” Clarke nodded before pondering it a little more. She decided to get that thought of her head immediately. 

“Well, I can safely say that Anya appreciated the gesture of including the whole family together, and they never get to go anywhere or go to adult parties. She’s probably more excited about that than about us coming for Christmas.” 

“My mom loves having kids running around the house. It works out so well. Why haven’t we thought of it sooner?” 

“I had to get you to date me for real, first.” 

“Shut up,” Clarke rolled her eyes, pinching her girlfriend’s bicep. “It wasn’t that hard.” 

“Mhm, keep telling yourself that.” 

“I’m not having this fight with you again.” 

“Yes dear,” Lexa smirked, lolling her head back toward the road as Clarke rolled her eyes once more and sighed, smiling through it despite herself. 

The car made its way across town as the streetlights came on. All of the creatures that would have been stirring quieted. Little faces pushed themselves against the cold glass of the windows and searched the sky for a sight of the sleigh. Christmas Eve settled atop the world with a sense of impending joy and a crackling warmth that kept all of the houses nestled safely on their streets. 

The intersection before her sister’s house, Lexa kissed her girlfriend’s knuckle and tucked her hand closer to herself, satisfied with her life and that she was someone who had many places to be for Christmas. A surge of love flushed itself through her system, and it went away just as unexpectedly, leaving behind a residue of warmth. 

“I love you, you know?” she asked her girlfriend who hummed along with the Christmas music on the radio. 

“Yeah, duh.” 

With a contented smile, Lexa let her head rest against the seat in the car as the warmth blew at the snow that clung to her boots. 

XXXXXXXXXX

Much like her own home for the holidays, the dining table at the Blake household was vibrant and alive, absolutely overflowing with bodies and hands and forks and delicious smelling food steaming at the windows and voices talking over each other to fill their plates and begin the sacred tradition of a Christmas Eve dinner. 

“We do the big dinner tomorrow,” Anya promise as she finished making a plate for her youngest daughter who slapped at the high chair, full of mirth and excitement. “But Chinese has been a Christmas Eve tradition since we were kids.” 

“This is absolutely better than anything I could have imagined,” Clarke promised, angling for a box of lo mein. 

“Our mom burned an entire dinner in some fashion their first Christmas together,” Lexa explained, handing out egg rolls to her niece and nephew and girlfriend. “Before we were even born. And every year, my parents just kept ordering.” 

“When I first got married, I debated the tradition.” 

“But I insisted,” Bellamy grinned from the head of the table. “Because it meant we got to spend the entire day having fun instead of cooking.” 

“And Lexa all but refused to eat anything else.”

“It’s a sacred tradition,” she shrugged, earning a look from her girlfriend. “I’ve been known to be stubborn from time to time.” 

“I didn’t think I’d ever hear you admit it,” Clarke taunted. 

“That’s your Christmas gift.” 

“I wanted to cook this year, but believe it or not, Lexa insisted again that I not change anything for you.” 

“I’m glad you didn’t,” she promised. “I can’t imagine a better dinner.” 

“And after we get to watch Christmas movies,” Madi explained as she worked her fork around her plate, doing her best. She was the spitting image of Lexa, and Clarke felt that aching kind of twinge to see her girlfriend with the mini-versions of herself. “And eat cookies and leave some for Santa and we got carrots for the reindeer.” 

“Oh wow. I better save room.” 

“I always try,” Lexa shook her head. “But all we do is eat for the holidays. There’s never enough room.” 

The frenzy of family slowed as everyone went about the arduous task of eating absolutely delicious food and savoring each other’s company. The baby made a mess, much to Lexa’s enjoyment, while the twins excitedly prattled on about their gifts and Santa and the movies and everything they wanted to do during their winter break. 

Somewhere between all of it, Clarke found herself swept into Lexa’s family, beaming at how happy her girlfriend seemed to be, to be a part of such a moment, to have a certain pride in having someone to share it with. It was as intoxicating as the wine that Anya freely and eagerly shared. 

The holidays at the Griffins were decidedly missing something in the form of tiny people who still had enough magic in them to appreciate the mystery of the time of year, and Clarke hadn’t thought to miss it until dinner on Christmas Eve. 

Lexa gingerly added more to Clarke’s plate, sharing her order of chicken and explaining eagerly how it was the best of all time, pulling Clarke back from her reverie.All Clarke could do was smile and dig into the new traditions. 

XXXXXXXXX

The noise came in the form of tiny feet pounding down the hallway, giggling and excitedly whispering past the room. Lexa shifted in her sleep, stretching slightly to tighten her grasp on her girlfriend. She enjoyed the warmth of the body beside her, she enjoyed her smell mingling with the familiar smell of her sister’s spare room, she even enjoyed the feeling of Clarke’s body relaxing into her own chest as she fought against waking. Lexa kissed bare neck and dug her nose into the shoulder of Clarke’s old flannel shirt. There was something wonderful to wake like that, and she knew it. 

“Merry Christmas,” Clarke whispered, tugging Lexa’s arm impossibly closer. 

“Merry Christmas, beautiful. Are you ready for presents?” 

“You’re worse than the kids.” 

“I never claimed any different. What’d you get me?” 

“Nothing.” 

“Do you want to know what I got you?” Lexa murmured, hand shifting slightly along her girlfriend’s stomach. 

“Kind of,” Clarke grinned but kept her eyes shut, her hips moving slightly against Lexa’s lap. 

The instant her fingertips dipped into sweatpants, the knock echoed against the door as the tiny feet made their way with great speed, back toward the Christmas tree and pile of presents. 

“You’re the one who wants kids,” Clarke reminded her girlfriend as she rolled over to kiss her cheek, earning a huff as the warmth escaped the bed. “Come on. Let’s go see what Santa brought.”

“But… we have a tradition,” Lexa pouted, head hiding in a mess of hair and pillows and sheets. 

“Sex on Christmas isn’t a tradition. It’s coincidence.” 

“Come back to bed. I can give you a quick coincidence.” 

Hopeful and smirking, she stretched across the bed to try to snag a loop in the robe Clarke put on before grasping only at air. 

“Morning Lex, Clarke. Merry Christmas. The heathens are waiting for you to open presents,” Anya called, her voice disappearing as she went down the stairs. “I’m making coffee.” 

“Looks like we have all new traditions this year,” Clarke teased, tugging a defeated girl out of the bed with a heave, though Lexa refused to make it easy. “I’ve been known to coincidence any time on Christmas though.” 

“What a coincidence, me too,” Lexa grinned. 

“Come on. Presents.” 

“We’re staying home next year. I don’t care what anyone says.” 

“Let me quote you on this in about ten months.” 

“Shut up.” 

XXXXXXXXXXX

The table was set, the candles lit, the plates perfectly ordered with properly placed silverware and fancy wine glasses. Despite the uproar of the kids playing with their toys and trails of wrapping paper throughout the house, the dining room ws expertly set and full of mirth and delicious smelling food. Gone were the flannel pajamas, and in its place were velvet dresses and ties, as everyone dressed up for the meal and friends arrived to partake, stretching the house at its seams with bodies and warmth. 

The evening fell quickly, with the lights and candlelight glimmering amidst the voices and happiness of old friends and children itching their collars. 

Clarke understood why Lexa said she liked Christmas Eve dinner the best with her family. It felt like a home in a different way than the giant, conventional feast of acquired family members. Christmas Eve, Clarke imagined, was what Lexa imagined her parents would have loved. Christmas was completely for them, their own developed tradition of a beautiful, dimly lit dinner with their closest friends, the found family that kept them alive for so long. 

When dinner was called, Clarke found her seat beside her girlfriend and smiled before earning a kiss against her temple while Bellamy’s parents started the applause as Anya brought out the main course followed by some friends with sides. 

“I’m going to grab the wine,” Lexa whispered after helping push in Clarke’s chair. 

In just a few minutes, everyone was seated and waiting for the items to start passing, but Clarke noticed the absence of her girl. When she looked around, she caught Lexa leaning against the doorway, just watching, two bottles of wine in her hand. Unsure of how long she’d been there, Clarke watched Lexa watch the family, and she felt the warmth of the season, she felt the burning of her adoration, she fell in love. 

When Lexa caught her eye, she straightened slightly before smiling quite sheepishly and offering a shrug. Clarke just gave her a wink before thanking Anya’s college roommate for passing the potatoes. 

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New Year’s was no different than Christmas at the ancestral Griffin household. The trees and lights remained up, festive for the final time of the year, while fancy tables and candles all around, the tables and the food and the people mingled about. It was a full house, with friends and family taking their time getting reacquainted. 

From the moment Anya met Mr. and Mrs. Griffin, Lexa felt a warmth, a certain level of family that she couldn’t remember feeling in her entire life. She adored the Griffins. She loved spending time with Jake, as he fiddled in the garage and they escaped Clarke and her mother. Hell, Lexa even enjoyed helping Abby cook and chatting about the newest restaurants. And it sent her over the moon to see Clarke with Anya, so much that they even got coffee together and often saw each other more than Lexa saw her sister. 

But during the New Year’s Eve party, all of the world’s combined. Anya was sitting in the living room with Clarke’s childhood best friend. Bellamy and Jake were manning the bar, willingly filling the rest with spirits. 

“You’re awfully quiet tonight,” Clarke whispered, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend’s waist, her chin on her shoulder. 

“Just happy.” 

“Normally you get chatty when you’re happy. You okay?” 

“Yeah,” Lexa promised before kissing her girlfriend’s temple. “Just very, very, very happy.” 

“So, do you want to go make out in the garage for like ten minutes or…” 

“Can I steal her?” Raven interrupted, snagging Clarke’s arm. 

They were gone before Lexa could argue. 

Nervously, she toyed  at the box in her pocket, rubbing the velvet between her fingers. She couldn’t concentrate on much else, and she wasn’t sure how she was going to form words. Every time she tried to remember, her mind went blank. 

She refilled her glass of wine and earned a smile from Jake, amused and sympathetic. She watched Clarke and Raven moving through the crowd and felt the warmth and she was almost ready. 

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“Why do we have to go outside?” Clarke shook her head, tugging on her coat as Raven put hers on as well. “It’s almost midnight, and I have a kiss to give. I’m all booked up.”

“I want to show you my new car before the fireworks anyway.” 

“Did they add some budget to the fireworks this year?” she chuckled, afraid to acknowledge that the fireworks were barely visible from the town square. 

“It’s all anyone’s been talking about for months.”

“You’ve got to get out of this place.” 

“Yeah, I know,” Raven chuckled. 

The Christmas lights remained on every house on the block, completely illuminating the night and twinkling in the leftover feeling of mirth and joy, hoping to prolong the world a bi longer, to embrace the frigid cold and beautiful, pure snow, and cast off the cynicism that was inevitable within two months. It was the night of firsts, the night of new, the night of beginning and ending, all at once, a sadness for what was lot and a reverence for what was to come, the door of possibilities open wider than ever or any other day. And the Christmas lights remained, a beacon on every eave, a galaxy amidst winter’s distress, ushering in time and the striking of clocks. 

The pair walked along the shoveled driveway as Clarke surveyed her home and her old neighborhood. She seemed to remember every branch, exactly as it was, so that even when she was away, her mind knew how they grew, so there was never a change, all remained intact. 

“Shit,” Raven sighed, her breath clouding up in the cold. “I forgot my keys. Just… I’ll be two seconds.” 

“It’s freezing. Can’t I just see it tomorrow?” Clarke sighed. 

“Just hang tight. It’s not midnight yet.” 

Suddenly alone in front of her childhood home, Clarke looked into the windows, watching from a new vantage point the life that was being lived inside. She wondered if Lexa’s habit of voyeurism was rubbing off on her. There hadn’t been a time she remembered taking these moments to look and listen and see, more importantly. But now, Clarke paused and watched, like a movie at the drive in. 

When the door opened again, when the noise from the party grew louder and then dissipated again, Clarke looked to see her girlfriend appear instead of her friend. 

“Thirty seconds left in the year, and I was afraid I was getting stood up,” Lexa smiled, shivering in the cold. 

“I would never. Raven made me come out, but I’ve lost her, it seems.” 

“Sounds like Raven.” 

“Well, you’re here now. Care to usher in a new year with me, Woods?”

Clarke cocked her head to the side as she wrapped her arms around her girlfriend’s neck. Lexa’s arms moved around her waist in the familiar pattern they’d developed. Inside, the noise seemed to die down as the count began for the final seconds of the year. 

“There is absolutely no where else I’d rather be.” 

Clarke couldn’t wait, leaning forward to kiss Lexa one last time and for the first time as time existed beyond them. The cheers and confetti erupted in the house and the fireworks boomed in the distant, barely visible beyond the roofs across the street. 

“Happy New Year,” Clarke whispered, her cheeks blushing with the cold and the kiss. 

“Happy New Year,” Lexa returned, not even opening her eyes but smiling nonetheless. 

“We should go inside.” 

“Just one more minute.”

Even with their foreheads pressed together, Clarke nodded and closed her eyes as well. She felt Lexa’s hands toying with her coat, and she felt her breathing warm the space between them. 

“You okay?” 

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” Lexa nodded again.

“You’re shivering. Let’s go in.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” she nodded again. “Wait. No. I don’t want to go inside yet.” 

“But your--”

Lexa pulled away slightly, but she didn’t move. She furrowed and gulped, afraid to look at her girlfriend’s face. It flashed gold and green and blue and red and gold again with the display. 

“I love you.” 

“I know. I love you too,” Clarke promised. 

“I need you to not say anything for like thirty seconds, okay?” Lexa waited until she earned a nod. “Okay. I love you. I knew I was in love with you the very first Christmas we spent together, and the very first year you kissed me on New Years. I love the life you’ve given me, and I love the person I naturally am when you’re here.” 

Clarke watched the movements happen, she couldn’t quite understand it, despite knowing what it all meant. She watched Lexa dig into her pocket. She watched the little black box appear as Lexa knelt on one knee in front of her. 

“I’ve fallen so entirely in love with you, that I want to spend the rest of my life, my holidays, my new years, my old years. I want it all with you. And I was wondering if you would marry me?” 

Lexa stared back at her girlfriend and gulped again, her heart entirely stopping for the duration of what felt like an entire lifetime. 

But words didn’t come, just Clarke pouncing forward and hugging Lexa’s neck so tightly she thought she might break it right there. But she nodded and nodded and hugged so fiercely she couldn't entirely nod. And when that failed, she kissed her. 

The crowd that formed near the door and windows yelled and clapped, though neither noticed. 

“I love you so much,” Clarke mumbled, unable to breathe or see or talk or do anything other than exist in a state of pure bliss. 

“Good. Be mine forever?” 

“Of course.”

NEXT

[buddie-diaz-world]

After yesterday’s finale and thousands of posts about queer baiting I decided to rewatch 911: seasons 2-3-4 to see the flow of Buck and Eddie’s relationship. There will be a lot of text but please take some time and read this.

Today I finished season 2 and we’re gonna talk about it.

Season 2 is an introduction year: period where we get to know Eddie and Buck as their own people with their issues, internal conflicts and obviously (Louis Tomlinson meme) love interests. The season 2 is also a year when they get to know each other, explore their partnership and learn more about other’s life.

Love Part in Season 2.

About Buck: at first we can clearly see that Buck is trying to get over Abby and he doesn’t move out of her apartment until first half of the season; after that he stays single for some time (hooks up with Taylor) and then there’s Ali that they rescued during the earthquake. As soon as he and Ali become a couple you can clearly see how disgustingly in love (apartment and hospital scenes were…interesting. I was cackling at my husband’s face at that time because we’ve been together for 8 years and we never looked like that) they are. Buck’s face says it all during those scenes, to be honest. Ali herself was the one who initiated this relationship, how worried she was about Buck when his leg got crushed by a fire truck face; she was at the hospital, met Carla and Maddie. Probably the rest of the team during that time. And she left only after Buck was discharged (unlike Chim and Tatiana case *cough-cough*). Even when she was breaking up with him…I teared up. It was a heartbreaking moment.

Now Eddie. He loves Shannon. Since the moment she comes back we can clearly see how much Eddie loves her, then as soon as they get together we get to see a happy and content family. And Eddie…the restaurant scene. He was so happy about the baby (which eventually was a false alarm), he asked Shannon to become a family again. And then how devastated and heartbroken he looked when she first asked for divorce and then died. You don’t look that ruined when you lose someone you don’t care about and the moment at the beach…I don’t have enough words to explain his pain. Yes, he didn’t trust her at first: he doubted whether or not she should see their son. The man got hurt by the person he loves and most importantly Christopher got affected by this. You can’t tell me the kid brushed it off like nothing happened. He asked Santa to bring mommy back two years later after she left. Definitely wished for that before. The only wish this little boy had is to have his family together again. Therefore, after all the pain Eddie and his son (the most important part of his life) been through he had all the rights to be suspicious and cautious. However, eventually he made a decision and chose his family, people he love and cares about the most.

Christopher (is a national treasure). Comparing to seasons 3&4 we don’t see much of Buck and Christopher’s interaction on-screen. The moment after the earthquake (happened off-screen, we say this is when they first met), at the hospital (also happened off-screen), elf scene (very well known around the fandom. love it tbh. yet we don’t see Buck and Christopher interacting) and another one in the firehouse when Chris meet the whole firefam. The rest of the time Christopher is either with his mom, Carla or extended family.

Conclusion. At the beginning of season 2, we can clearly see as Buck and Eddie are slowly adapting to each other: Buck accepting another person into his 118 family unit, yet being cautious that he’s gonna be replaced. Eddie is adapting to a new life: in LA and the one where you won’t get shot (the irony though) for breakfast. After everything he’s been through he’s still cautions and don’t trust easily. Step-by-step we see Buck stepping into Eddie’s life and doing everything he can to help him, make his life easier (bring Carla, warn Bobby about having Chris at the fire station, discussion about Shannon). I know you’d say you wouldn’t do that for just a friend, but guys this is Buck - the man who wears his heart on his sleeve, who will risk everything but help a complete stranger. And Eddie, who he has to work with, the man he wants to be friends with after he stopped being threatened by him obviously (Louis Tomlinson meme), he wants to help him especially when he knows he can. Yes, they are closer with each other than they are with the rest of the firefam, but so are Chim and Hen, Hen and Athena. Yet, comparing to others we don’t see them interacting outside of work: Eddie is usually with his family (later Shannon included) and Buck is with Maddie&Chim, later Ali. Therefore, I am sure neither Eddie nor Buck had any bits of love or affection inside them during this season. They were slowly adapting to their new lives and people around them, exploring their chemistry, learning how to trust each other and becoming friends. Close friends.

@911onfox you better give me some dedicated to moment for all the work I’m doing for you.