#kissing the forehead of everyone who does

[acmeangel]

♡ For my Valentine's Week Event! ♡ SFW fluffy!!! ♡ Modern!Levi x Reader ♡ Short one shot, fluffy ♡ Summary: It's your first Valentine's Day with Levi—what does he do? (I built this around one of my headcanons from here!)

"This is fucking ridiculous," Levi muttered under his breath as he navigated the uncharacteristically disastrous war zone that was his kitchen. As he held up the recipe, leaving flour-coated finger prints on it, his eyes scanned over the same step repeatedly, his brow cinched with exasperation.

"What the hell does it mean to cream butter?" he griped, turning the paper over, as if it magically would have new instructions on it. "Who in their right mind would assume everyone knows what that means?"

He set his hands down on the counter, sighing with frustration, as he took in the sights of his attempt to make sugar cookies—your favorite—though he'd internally drawn the line at heart-shaped cookie cutters. It was Valentine's Day, the first one you'd be spending together.

While you'd reassured him repeatedly that you weren't expecting him to do anything, that you'd be more than happy to just spend a night in together, he saw the way your eyes sparkled when you saw the pink and red Valentine's Day window displays at every store you passed by. He was determined not to mess this up—he felt lucky that he'd even been able to win you over in the first place, given his lack of "game" as Erwin had called it.

Levi was never one for grand gestures—and that wasn't about to change on a whim—so he'd decided on baking your favorite treat, making you dinner, and giving you flowers. For him, this was considered over-the-top.

What Levi hadn't expected was how goddamned complicated it was to make sugar cookies. He'd barely managed to create something that resembled dough, when he checked the time and realized that you'd be arriving soon.

"Shit," he mumbled, his kitchen still in disarray, and dinner not even started. At least, he thought, I managed to get the flowers. He'd picked up a bouquet of your favorite flowers earlier that day, which sat on the kitchen table, away from the disaster zone.

Before he could reconsider his plan or come up with a backup, he heard the sound of your key in the lock to the front door (he'd only just recently given you your own key). Moments later, you appeared in the doorway to the kitchen, stopping in your tracks as you took in the sight.

You started laughing—you couldn't help it.

"Levi," you said, a smile beaming on your face, "what in the world is going on in here?"

His expression turned classically grumpy, the tips of his ears turning red with embarrassment.

"They make these recipes impossible to follow," he said, defensively, holding up the recipe for you to see. "I couldn't explain to you what half of this is telling me to do."

You laughed again, stepping further into the kitchen, dodging the messes that were surely driving Levi to his breaking point.

"Let me see that," you said, an amused smile on your face as you took the paper from him, scanning over it briefly. "Sugar cookies, hm?"

"Yeah," he mumbled, his eyes studying your expression, "I wanted to make them for you. I know you like them."

Your expression softened as you put down the recipe and looked at him, your hand reaching up to gently brush away a smudge of flour from his forehead.

"Levi," you said, your voice soft and filled with affection for this man who was really trying his best to make you happy, "you didn't have to do all this. But, I appreciate it. Really."

One of the corners of his lips tugged into a half-smile. "I didn't fuck up entirely. I got you flowers." He nodded toward the table where the bouquet was waiting for you.

"Mmm, I can see that," your voice dipped just above a whisper. "Thank you, Levi."

You leaned in, your lips meeting his for a soft, flour-coated kiss.

"This recipe really isn't that complicated, though," you added, a loving tease. "I'll show you later, and then I'll let you go to town cleaning this kitchen."

"Ah," he said, his arm sliding down to wrap around your waist and draw you in closer, "you know just what I want."

You giggled, your arms slinging behind his neck. "That's because I love you, Levi."

"Love you, too," he replied, a faint raise to his eyebrow as he added, "But next year, I'm taking you out, instead."

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[blakeswritingimagines]

Kink List With Quinn Hughes

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

For Quinn, this often involves spending some time together, cuddling on the couch and chatting about what they just experienced. He may also offer physical gestures of affection, such as taking a warm bath together or giving each other massages. Overall, he is a very attentive and responsive partner who always takes the time to check in with his partners and make sure you are feeling good.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For Quinn, is very proud of his strong and muscular body, and loves to spend time in the gym working out and training. His favorite part of his body is his thighs

His favourite body part of his partner is definitely your hips, as he finds them incredibly attractive.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

His favorite ways is either deep inside of you or on your chest or abdomen since It also creates a lasting visual reminder of your lovemaking.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Quinn would have to say his favorite dirty secret is how much he loves being in control. He is a very dominant partner in the bedroom, but he doesn't always feel comfortable talking about it without the right audience. He is worried about coming across as too aggressive or making his partner feel uncomfortable, so he tends to keep that side of him on the down low.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Quinn has been in a few different relationships before, so he wouldn't be considered a "complete" novice. He's definitely learned a thing or two about what he's doing and has a pretty good idea of what to expect, but he is always willing to listen to feedback from his partner and ask questions if he is unsure about something. He may come off a bit too confident at first, but really he's just trying to put you at ease and make sure everyone is having a good time.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Quinn's favorite position is probably one where he has a lot of control, so something like missionary with your legs over his shoulders or cowgirl. He loves being able to see the different expressions on your face as things progress, and it's really hot to have your body so up close.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Quinn is definitely more on the serious side of things, but he will also throw in some light banter to help make the mood a bit lighter. He may crack a few jokes and make some silly faces, but he's not one to totally drop the seriousness of the moment. He thinks there's a time and a place for humor in a relationship, and the bedroom definitely isn't the right place for it.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Quinn keeps himself very well groomed and trimmed. He definitely does his best to keep up with any body hair he grows, especially in places where his partners may want to touch. He definitely keeps his carpet and drapes matching, as he believes it is an important aspect of overall hygiene. He is definitely not a fan of having a full on forest down there, so he makes sure to keep things nice and tidy.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

During the moment itself, Quinn is definitely on the romantic side of things. He likes to take his time and really take the time to express how much he's enjoying himself. He might hold you close to his chest as he whispers little compliments in your ear, or give you a little kiss on the forehead or cheek every so often. He wants you to feel like there is nothing more important to him than being intimate with you at that moment.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

It's something that's definitely not talked about very much, but Quinn absolutely enjoys a little solo time every once in a while. He doesn't make a big deal out of it, it's more of a private indulgence for him. He doesn't have any specific techniques that he likes, it's more of a spontaneous thing that he's just in the mood do some days.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Bondage

Impact Play

Spanking

Marking

Praise, both ways

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Quinn would have to say his favorite location to do the deed is somewhere private, preferably his own place. He likes to have a little bit of privacy and not have to worry about anyone interrupting or walking in on you both. He usually likes to set the mood and get comfortable on the bed or couch, somewhere he can relax with his partner without any worries.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Quinn is pretty much up for anything, so it's hard to say exactly what turns him on in the moment. However, he always gets a bit excited when you are vocal and responsive, he loves to hear the things you like and how you feel in his arms. He also loves when you initiate things yourself, it makes him feel like you're really into it and not just going along with what he's doing.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

There's not one thing that Quinn would really be opposed to doing, he's pretty much open to anything. However, there are a few things that he does like to avoid. He's definitely not a fan of doing anything that's too rough or aggressive, he doesn't want to hurt you in any serious way. He also doesn't really like things that are loud or messy, he likes things to be simple and intimate. Other than that, he doesn't really have any strict no's.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Quinn is definitely more on the giving side, he loves to take his time and make sure that you're feeling good. He's got a pretty good skill level too, he knows exactly how to use his tongue and how to get you all worked up. He might not be the best in the world, but he definitely puts in the effort to make sure that you're feeling absolutely ecstatic.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Quinn likes to mix things up depending on the moment. Sometimes he'll go pretty rough and fast, others he'll take it slower and enjoy all the little details of being intimate with you. Overall, he wouldn't say he has a set pace or a set style that he always sticks to, he just likes to go with the flow and do what feels right.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Quinn is definitely all for quickies, sometimes a little "quick action" is exactly what the situation calls for. He doesn't see it as an either/or choice, he sees it as an option that's sometimes just exactly what's needed. He definitely prefers regular, longer sessions, but he won't say no to a shorter one if that's what the moment calls for. He doesn't mind either way, as long as he's getting a bit of action in, he's happy.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Quinn loves to try new things and take risks, he's not one to do things the same way over and over again. He always likes to keep things spicy and exciting, and he wouldn't mind trying something out in a place or situation that's a bit different than usual. He's not afraid to take a risk if it means that things will be extra exciting and feel a little more risque for the both of you.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Quinn is definitely pretty high energy when it comes to things like this, he's not one to slow down easily. He can definitely go a few rounds without getting tired or needing a break, and he's got a pretty high stamina so he'll keep going for quite a while. He'll only stop when he feels like you are also getting worn out, he doesn't want to push it too far.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Quinn's definitely got a few toys that he likes to use when the mood strikes. He doesn't use them all the time, it depends on what he's feeling like, but he does enjoy the occasional toy session. He doesn't mind using them on himself, or on a partner, or maybe even a little bit of both together.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Quinn definitely loves to tease, he gets a real kick out of getting you all worked up and then not following up with anything. He likes to make you want more, to get your brain all foggy with desire, but then he stops before giving you what you really need. It's a form of torture he really gets off on.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He has a tendency to make a pretty nice mess of sounds, ranging from soft grunts and moans to louder, more guttural sounds. He's not necessarily super loud, he's not a screamer, but he definitely doesn't hold back and make sure you hear what's going on.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Quinn actually has a bit of an exhibitionist streak. He loves the idea of doing something intimate and passionate in a public place, maybe somewhere hidden but where there's always the risk of getting caught. He gets a rush from just the thought of having something so intimate and forbidden in a place where people could walk by at any moment.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

It's about seven inches long. The shaft is fairly thick, not too skinny but not overly bulky either. There's a bit of a curve to it, making it stand out a little when hard. The head is quite pronounced, almost like a mushroom cap, and there's a small slit right in the center that glistens whenever he's excited.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He's got a pretty healthy and active libido, and he definitely needs a bit of a release every now and then. He'll often get a bit restless and antsy if he doesn't have a good way to take care of himself, and he'll definitely start to look for a little bit of action from time to time.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He usually feels pretty satisfied after a good session, and he can definitely fall asleep pretty quickly afterwards. He'll wrap his arms or legs around you, pull you closer to his chest, and just doze off after a good bit of physical activity.

[rosiecosy]

troublemaker˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

(ak!jeonghan x vk!reader) - descendants au

- part of the ways to be wicked series

she’s so close.

the palace halls are quiet, most of the castle’s residents tucked away for the night. she’s made it past the guards, the staff, and every other obstacle standing between her and her goal.

jeonghan’s room is just down the hall.

all she has to do is take a few more steps—

"you know, for someone who brags about being sneaky, you’re pretty easy to catch."

she hates being caught off guard.

her muscles tense as she turns, her fingers already curling toward the hidden dagger strapped to her thigh—just out of habit, of course. but when she sees joshua standing there, arms crossed, looking more tired than anything else, she relaxes.

barely.

she tilts her head, smirking slightly. "i have no idea what you’re talking about."

joshua just sighs. "right. so you’re not sneaking into jeonghan’s room in the middle of the night?"

"nope."

"and you didn’t just avoid three guards, pick a locked side door, and scale part of the garden wall to get here?"

"…nope."

he gives her a long, tired look. "you do realize this is a castle, right? you could’ve just walked in like a normal person."

"yeah, but where’s the fun in that?"

before joshua can respond, a familiar voice cuts in from behind her.

"who’s getting me in trouble?"

jeonghan leans against his doorframe, looking far too amused for her liking. his hair is tousled, and there’s a knowing glint in his eyes that makes her stomach flip and makes her want to throw something at him.

his gaze flickers between her and joshua, and then he sighs, exasperated but still smirking. "seriously, shua? you could’ve just pretended you didn’t see her."

"i tried to, but she’s not exactly subtle."

she scoffs. "i was very subtle, actually."

jeonghan chuckles, stepping closer. before she can even think of moving away, his arms are already wrapping around her waist, pulling her against him.

"you literally have a knife strapped to your leg," he murmurs against her hair, voice warm with amusement.

"force of habit," she mumbles, ignoring the way her pulse skips at the way he holds her so effortlessly.

joshua pinches the bridge of his nose. "you do realize everyone knows about you two, right?"

she stiffens. "what?"

jeonghan, of course, looks completely unbothered. "yeah, we figured."

"you figured?" she pulls back to look up at him, scowling. "you knew and didn’t tell me?"

he shrugs. "it was cute watching you try to be secretive."

she hates how easily he turns the tables on her. he’s the golden boy of auradon—soft smiles and honeyed words, a perfect contrast to the sharp edges she grew up with. and yet, somehow, he always has the upper hand.

it’s infuriating.

and it’s even more infuriating that she lets him get away with it.

joshua claps a hand on her shoulder like he actually feels bad for her. "good luck dealing with him." then, with a small wave, he turns and walks off, leaving her alone with her smug boyfriend.

jeonghan tilts his head, still smiling like he’s won something. "so… you coming in, or do you want to keep pretending we’re a secret?"

she glares up at him. "i should make you suffer for this."

"you could." he pulls her closer, voice softer now, teasing but sweet. "or you could come inside and let me make it up to you."

his breath is warm against her temple, his hands gentle but firm at her waist. and it’s so annoying how easily he does this—how effortlessly he melts away her annoyance with just a few words, a soft touch.

she exhales sharply, letting her forehead rest against his shoulder. "you’re lucky i like you."

he hums, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to the side of her head. "i know, troublemaker."

she still rolls her eyes, but when he tugs her inside and closes the door behind them, she doesn’t resist.

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐱 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

From this poll, this series is born!

a/n: this is changing the dragons from not just mount, but to being able to shift into a human-like form at will...

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・Syrax would be unwaveringly committed to you. Once the bond snaps in place, she only has eyes for you and expects the same devotion in return.

・In this relationship, you two possess the ability to communicate with each other in a way that goes beyond simple speech. Syrax can pick up on your emotions and feelings very quickly.

・All dragonshifter bonds have almost telepathic communication, but it is something both partners have to work on.

・In times of danger, Syrax would be a fierce protector, and you'd fight side by side.

・The bond would carry a lot of emotional depth, not just physical but also emotional and spiritual. You would be her confidante, her ally, and her anchor in times of uncertainty.

・Syrax's emotions run deep, and she would only ever bond with someone who can match her intensity.

・In this form, Syrax still possesses her keen senses, fiery temperament, and a deep connection to the skies and nature.

・Her human-like form has indications of her dragon self; her hair has an otherworldly shimmer, sharp fingernails, curled horns that protrude from her forehead, pointed ears and glowing eyes.

・Depending on her shift, she may retain scaled wings, allowing her to soar even in her human-like form.

・Whether she is looming over you as a dragon or standing beside you as a woman, Syrax is always your protector. If anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way, she bares her fangs in a silent warning.

・However, she does face challenges in adapting to human emotions, relationships, and societal norms.

・With her only able to dragonshift when she meets her soulmate/mate, it takes a while to understand the human way of life...

・So she asks you many, many questions about - everything.

"But I do not understand why!

"Well, I- I guess that's just the way it's been. Tradition. I think it's a tad stupid but ... that's why."

・Hence, you have to have a lot of patience with her

・Always wants to be near you; holding your hand, nuzzling into your shoulder, climbing ontop of you etc

・Likes to stare at you, you can often find her looking at you, no matter how close or far away she is.

"Oh! Sy, what are you staring at? Is there something on my face?"

"Yes," she says, leaning forward, "a kiss!"

・Bites you when she's bored...or just when you two are alone.

・Very jealous. Doesn't like it when someone looks at you too long.

・Loves sweet things; will eat an entire plate of honey lemons in 10 minutes flat

・Syrax would have such high energy; encouraging you to try new things and take risks. But reminding you that she'll always be there to catch you if you fall.

・She is so understanding. So empathetic toward you. Syrax only wants the best for you.

・There’s a strong, mutual desire to shield one another from harm.

・Nothing intimidates her. Any challenges that come up - she faces them head on. She's determined. A being who cannot be swayed.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

"You wear the pants in this relationship" (Syrax) x "oh I wish, I cannot control you at all" (You)

Wear Matching Necklaces

Primal & Possessive

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Unbreakable Bond/Bonded for Life

Mutual Growth

The Dragon’s Protector

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

The Sails of Charon by Scorpions

Say Yes To Heaven by Lana Del Rey

The Wolf by Fever Ray

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 No one under the age of 18 past this point, makes me feel weird if you read it.

・First of all, Syrax is incredibly possessive of you. She has a primal instinct to make everyone know that you are hers and she is yours.

・She is incredibly strong, even if she doesn't look it...and gods does she love using her strength against you

・Her favourite thing to do is hold you against a wall, or! pin you on the bed.

・Her teeth raking down your cheek, neck, chest and stomach...

・Syrax loves to mark you. Bites, bruises, deep scratches. She expects to see them the next day. If she notices them fading too quickly...she’ll remedy that immediately.

・Needs to have her scent on you. Many know you are together, but with her scent Syrax is letting every other magical being that you are bonded

・When her instincts are particularly strong, she burns for you - literally. Her body runs hotter than a human's and when she's aroused, her body is warm to the touch.

・She does have a Heat.

・And it can last for upto a week. During that time, no matter what has to be done, Syrax is not letting you leave her side. She needs to be near you at all times.

・During this time, she is constantly wet, constantly needing you.

・She ruts against you, sometimes slowly, just to relieve some part of her. Other times, she pins you down and humps you until she's reached her peak.

・If it was any other time, she would want to be the dominant one. But during her Heat, she wants to be used; wants her hair pulled, her nipples swollen from constant biting and pulling.

・Even when she cums, she makes different noises. She sounds more needy - whining and crying out.

[je0ng1nn]

SHOW ME WHO YOU ARE (Pt. 2) — Hwang In-Ho

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ PAIRING — Hwang In-Ho x fem!reader

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ INCLUDES — basic Squid game violence, little bit spice, age gap (reader is mid 20‘s In-house is late 40‘s)

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ NOTE — Seriously y‘all, i‘m so so happy that you love my works🤍 i really appreciate all the love.. waking up to over 100 of likes on just a short silly fanfic means a lot to me, i didn’t expect to grow this fast! As a thank you, here’s the second part ! (sorry that this part comes out this late, i have a big blockade 💔)

(PART 1) | (PART 3)

We just voted, it ended up being a tie, which meant there will be another one tomorrow.. I looked up at Young-il, i thought we‘ll finally be able to go home now.. but it wasn’t, i felt myself getting really uneasy. Not only because of the tie, but also because of what happened back in that room. I don’t know how to feel about the whole situation, he killed someone.. to save us? And the kiss too, it got my thinking.. does he like me the way i like him?

We all went back to our normal place to sit as a group, again i sat between Gi-hun and Young-il, like always. I didn’t plan on telling the others, i promised Young-il not to. „Young-il.. Can we talk?“ My head turned to look at him, the others were deep into their conversation.

He was a little surprised at that, but he ended up nodding. We went to my bunk, „What’s up, little one?“ It made my legs weak, he really knew how to make a girl feel good, but i had to focus on this one thing.

„Do you.. love me?“ I asked him, his cold eyes slowly turning softer. „I do, but you’re to you-” I stopped him mid sentence. I expected everything but that. My world broke together, but i couldn’t let this sit on myself, I won’t let go of a guy like this easily, especially not Young-il.

„I‘m not Young,“ I sighed out, he was about to say something but i wasn’t done yet. „I‘m 23, i‘m not a baby, i‘m an adult now. If i want to day a guy that’s twice my age, i will. You aren’t my father are you? I don’t want you to decided on my life like this, please.. Just give one chance! I really like you.“ My voice got a little louder each sentence, but i could care less, it got me angry.

I know, 23 and 49 sounds bad.. but it‘s my life, if i want to date a older guy i can, i‘m old enough, right? Young-il just chuckeled. „What’s so funny?“ I asked, my eyebrows furrow. „You. You’re funny, the way you defended yourself. It‘s cute, but also idiotic.“ His hand went to touching cheek, his thumb slowly caressing my face. „I don’t care if you‘re 30 or even 20. You‘re brave, and you don’t mind saying your opinion. I love the way you kissed me back in that room, it made me feel younger again.“

„I love you more than you could imagine.“

My heart stopped at this. My impulsive thoughts took overhand. I kissed him, not even caring if anyone saw this. Why should they care anyway? Either way, this was the best kiss ever. Full of desire and love, passionate. I let out a gasp and he took the opportunity to push his tongue in my mouth. Our tongues were fighting with each other, Young-il‘s clearly won this fight. After some seconds, we broke the kiss, panting. He leaned down to me, giving my forehead a little peck. „I can’t get enough of you, i hope you know that.“

We were about to kiss again, but suddenly the door opened, out of curiosity i looked in the direction. Players, blood everywhere on them. Player 333 looked like he showered in blood. Young-il noticed my surprised face, he looked into the same direction. „Looks like they killed some people in the bathroom, hm?“ His voice was low, he didn’t seem to like that we got carried away by this sight. He knew i probably wasn’t into anything after seeing this much blood.

And shortly after, the fighting seemed to begin again, both teams attacking each other, arguing about who started everything. Gi-hun called everyone to him from the X team, to see how much players we lost. Young-il groaned at this, i didn’t think much of it and went together with him back to our group.

G-hun started to count us. 47. The other team had 45 which meant we can go home tomorrow after the next voting. I was happy and immediately clung onto Young-il. But the euphoria didn’t last long.

Soon after, Gi-hun had a little ‚meeting‘ with a couple of X players. I sat in between Hyun-ju and Young-il, as we discussed a plan. „They‘re planning to kill us during Lights out.“ Gi-hun said, my body felt numb at that. „What do you mean?“ I asked, just to make sure he wasn’t joking. „They have 2 less than us, they have to kill atleast 3 of us to win the next voting. They‘d do everything to win more money, and killing some of us would bring money too.“ He said, it sounded logical. „Then we should attack first“ Young-il said. I looked at him like he was crazy. I didn’t want to die after all. „No, it would bring unnecessary deaths.. we should pretend like we didn’t know it. When they start attacking, we‘ll hide under the bunks. When the guards come in to stop the game, we will lay down on the floor and act like we were dead, when they check us to identify us, we‘ll grab their guns“

„Are you crazy? They‘d kill us!“ Hyun-ju called out. „It‘s the only way to stop these games.. We have to stop the frontman.“ Young-il tensed up, i shrugged it off, maybe he was just scared. „But they‘d easily overpower us, they‘re probably twice as much as we are.“ Young-il spoke up. „And after all, the other players would be suspicious if everyone of us hid under the beds.“ He continued.

„Not all of us will hide, only the ones that are here,“. Gi-hun said, I quickly looked up at him, in disbelief „So we‘re gonna leave people to die? Just so we‘re gonna end up in a bigger risk of dying?“ Young-il‘s hand went on my thigh, going up and down in a slow pace. He tried to reassure me. „Sometimes it’s important to have some victims to save everyone else.“

I sighed, „Trust me on this guys, two of us will watch out, as soon as we see movement, we‘ll quickly tell you all and all of you‘ll go hide under one of the bunks.“ Everyone agreed to Gi-huns plan. I just did because Young-il did. I didn’t flex right about this whole situation.

2 Minutes until lights out. I went to my bed, all of us choose the ones at the bottom, so we could hide quicker. Young-il‘s bed was almost next to mine. The 2 minutes went by fast, i tried to fall asleep, but i couldn’t. My mind kept me awake all the time.. I don’t want to die. Gi-hun and Jung-bae were patrolling. I felt unsure about all of this, so i went to Young-il..

I whispered as i lightly touched him, „Young-il..?“ He turned to me, his eyes were sharp, but softened when he realized it was me. „Baby? what are you doing here?“ He asked, he pulled me down to sit next to him. He started to caress my hair.

„I‘m scared.. can i stay with you?“

So… I decided i‘ll make a THIRD part, because i currently have a blockade for this story, and instead of letting y‘all wait for the second part i‘ll just make a mini-series out of it🤍 I hope y‘all enjoyed it!! (thanks again for the support y‘all omg)

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I Didn’t Mean to Say I Do, but I Do. I Do. 48

Chapter 48 out of 50

Secret marriage of convenience buddie slow burn AU, where Buck and Eddie have been married for years so Buck could adopt Chris and no one at the 118 knows.

In this chapter, Buck wakes up in the hospital once more, however, this time is different from last time, when everyone was gone. Buck likes this stay in the hospital a lot better, especially now that his family is properly reunited. Eddie being there again specifically. Even if he’s still acting weird.

On AO3.

Ships: Buddie

Warning: insecurity, injury

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Chapter 48: A Redo of Buck’s Hospital Stay

Buck feels groggy and bone tired as he tries to pull himself to consciousness. Vaguely he registers the now very familiar beeping and sterile smell of a hospital. The dull pain of being medicated washes over him, but it’s not enough to cover the sheer muscle ache that is everywhere.

“Christopher!” he exclaims, shooting upright and trying to get out of the bed. He can’t stop yet, he knows that. He has to keep swimming.

“Stay down, you’re gonna hurt yourself.” Maddie is suddenly there, putting her hands on his chest to stop him from getting out of the bed.

“No, you don’t understand, I have to find Chris,” Buck says, struggling against her.

“Chris is okay, you found him, now stop struggling,” Maddie yells, however, all Buck can see is an empty room with no Chris and no Eddie. If Chris had been found, they’d probably be here, no matter how much space had grown between them. They’d be here, unless something is wrong with them. Very wrong.

Then as if summoned, Eddie comes rounding the corner, Chris on his hip, looking like the breathtaking perfect picture of domesticity. “I know, mijo. Soon you’ll get a replacement for your crutches and then you can walk wherever you want.”

“That’s bullshit,” Chris pouts.

“Hey, what did I say about repeating what daddy said,” Eddie scolds, an embarrassed flush coloring his cheeks in a pretty manner that takes Buck’s breath away.

“Papi!” Chris exclaims happily, catching Buck’s eyes and seeing him awake and upright. Also seeing an excuse to get away from the scolding, but Buck doesn’t even care right now. Chris can swear all he wants, as long as he’s alive.

“Christopher,” Buck exhales in relief.

Eddie also looks over, freezing for a moment in surprise as he looks at Buck with wide eyes. For a few beats, they just stare at each other.

With the panic gone, he can remember being found by Eddie in that VA hospital, his strong arms around him. The brief moment of safety, before grief settled back in. Then the sheer relief of being told it was okay, that Eddie had Chris. Seamless teamwork between them, even in the midst of a natural disaster.

Buck remembers the way Eddie promised he got Buck, the hint of a kiss to the forehead that he’s sure he must misremember, as well as his own words back. The assurance that he knows Eddie has him, because he always does. The sentiment now feeling like a confession.

He feels exposed and vulnerable under Eddie’s gaze, even if Eddie isn’t managing an expression beyond deer in headlights.

The moment gets broken by Chris, who starts wiggling in Eddie’s arms as he demands: “Put me down, daddy, put me down.”

“Oh, yeah, uhm, yes, yeah, of course,” Eddie stumbles after blinking himself back into the present, breaking eye contact with Buck, so he can put Chris on the bed.

Without pause, Chris clambers forward and throws his arms around Buck’s neck as Buck gathers him in his arms and buries his nose into Chris’s hair. Chris can’t comprehend the emotions overcoming Buck, but Eddie and Maddie can see the tears well up as Chris babbles on about how boring it has been in the hospital and how much it sucks that everyone has to carry him.

Eddie stands frozen, watching the scene. He never wants to see Buck in a hospital again, but he does want to burn this image into his mind. The two of them reuniting properly when Buck isn’t looking as if a strong gust of wind will blow him over.

Still, there is something melancholic too. Something that makes him cautious. He doesn’t know if he is allowed to come closer, if he’s also a part of this family reunion, or if he already blew that chance.

“I’ll see if I can find a doctor,” Maddie mutters softly, squeezing Eddie’s shoulder, before leaving him alone in the room with Buck and Chris.

He’s lucky Chris is taking up at least 90% of Buck’s attention, because he doesn’t know where to start. He has so many apologies to make, so much to make up for. So much to assure Buck about, because he can still remember him trying to apologize for getting caught up in a tsunami, thinking he’s responsible for losing Chris, when he gave nearly everything of himself to find him.

However, there’s still that 10%. Every so often, Chris will mention something Eddie did as he recounts their journey to find Buck and he’ll look over at Eddie with an unreadable expression on his face. Eddie doesn’t know how to act then, so he sends what he hopes is a smile, but it seems Buck only catches onto what it is the third time, because then he smiles back. It’s a small smile, almost shy, but at least it’s a smile.

It looks very attractive on him in an adorable way and Eddie doesn’t know what to do with himself when faced with that smile. He wants to squeeze the life out of Buck, in a way that doesn’t feel like the aggression he felt before. Buck would probably have a word for it, but he can’t exactly ask him about that right now.

In fact, he still hasn’t figured out how to start saying something to Buck when Maddie returns with a nurse and all of them are ushered out of the room so she can take a look at Buck.

The nurse introduces herself as Leyla, before going to check him over. As she works she says: “You got a good one out there, all the nurses have been talking about it. Hasn’t left your side the entire time you’ve been out, kept holding your hand. It’s very cute.”

Buck blushes brightly, unsure what to say to that. Eddie has been staring silently at him the whole time with an expression that took a while to decipher as a very awkward smile. It’s a continuation of the uncomfortable trend of the last few weeks where Buck has no clue what he’s thinking. Yet, here Leyla is saying Eddie has been here, holding his hand.

It makes him want to read into that look from before, makes to want him think Eddie is as happy to see him alive and well as Buck is.

“Y- yeah, he’s the best,” he stutters. “I’m glad he’s here. That they both are.”

“I can imagine, you two have an adorable son,” Leyla tells him with a gentle smile. “He’s told everyone who’d listen about his papi and daddy that saved him. You pushed yourself a lot to find him.”

“There wasn’t anything else to do,” Buck shrugs, because it’s true. He can’t fathom a universe where he wouldn’t go the extra mile for Chris.

Leyla coos at that. Then she says: “You’re a great guy, if you weren’t off the market, I’d give you my number.”

Now, Buck could explain that it’s not like that and she can give him her number if she’d like, but he doesn’t want to. He’s taken himself of the dating market for the last two years already, because he is, in fact carrying a torch for his husband and he doesn’t feel like dating anyone else. Besides, he’d like to live in the fantasy where Eddie is his devoted husband, just a little bit longer, before it will all come crashing down once more.

So, he smiles: “Thanks,” and leaves it at that, instead asking what the damage has been.

As it turns out, his leg has been over exerted and he needs to rest it for a few weeks, before they can look at how to approach his PT to get him back to where he was. He also got a minor infection, however, they’ve been countering that with some antibiotics, so he should be okay with rest.

Buck wants to bash his head against a wall. More rest. He’s been resting for months now, taking it easy, the steadily building up strength. He’d been so close and he doesn’t know how he’s gonna survive more rest.

However, he doesn’t say that, just smiles pleasantly at Leyla and assures her he’ll follow doctor’s orders when he springs this joint.

Then she departs to see to the many other patients they have here. As she leaves, she nods at Eddie, who comes in. Eddie nods back, appearing confident until she’s gone, then he cautiously takes a few more steps towards Buck’s bed, softly greeting: “Uh, hey.”

“Hi,” Buck greets back, unsure of what to do now, because Eddie is sending out weird nervous vibes. No Chris to be seen to serve as a distraction.

“Maddie has Chris,” he explains. “So we could- So that I- Uhm. Sorry.”

“Sorry?” Buck repeats, unsure what Eddie is apologizing for, because he’s not really finishing his sentences.

Eddie winces and curls into himself slightly. Then he takes a deep breath and centers himself, before looking right at Buck with those expressive brown eyes. “I’m sorry, Buck. For running, for not coming home. I am so sorry, I- I never should have left like that.”

Whatever Buck had been expecting, it hadn’t been that. Surprised, he says: “Oh. Uhm, thanks, but I know you’re working through stuff, it’s okay. I mean, you could have maybe said something before it got to the street fighting and not coming home phase, but-”

“No, Buck, don’t do that,” Eddie cuts him off, not letting him right Eddie’s wrong. “I left you and I left Chris, because I was too caught up in my own shit and it nearly got the two of you killed.” His voice becomes small as he adds: “Do you have any idea how scared I was when I found Chris and you weren’t there?”

“Oh…”

Buck hadn’t considered that Eddie would be scared that he was missing. They’re best friends, yes, but his son was there and while he was safe, he’d still been out there, because of Buck. “But I lost him.”

“And I abandoned him,” Eddie exclaims.

“You didn’t, we both know you didn’t. You’ve never abandoned him. Not with Shannon, not with your re-enlistment and not now. You’re only human, Eddie,” Buck argues.

“So are you, Buck. You think you failed? I failed that kid more times than I care to count, and I’m his father too. But I care about this family. I don’t want to lose it, so I’m never going to stop trying and I hope you won’t either,” Eddie says, voice fucked up with unshed tears.

Buck isn’t sure where this is going, but he wants to comfort Eddie, wants to do something. He reaches out, hand falling short. “Eddie…”

“No,” Eddie shakes his head, clenching his jaw so the tears won’t fall. “You act like you’re expendable.” Eddie sighs, looking Buck straight in the eyes, into soul. “But you’re wrong. You- you are so important to me. And when- And when I was out there, I thought I might have- I might have lost you forever and that scared the shit out of me.” Eddie takes a deep breath to gather his courage, then continues: “It scared me more than loving you ever did.”

“Wh- What?” Buck chokes, unsure if he heard it right, or if he’s imagining things, or if Eddie is pulling a prank on him.

Eddie looks to the floor. He can’t look Buck in the eye, but he has to push through. Has to get it all out now, because he’s probably never going to get the courage again. “I’m in love with you. That’s why I ran. Because I couldn’t deal with that, because it scared me. You scare me. You scare me, because you make me feel things I never have, things I was never supposed to feel. But the thought of not having you? That’s so much more terrifying.”

Tears start to spill out of the corners of his eyes and he clenches his fists. “I know I’m an asshole and I know I’m selfish, because you never wanted to marry me, never signed up for throwing away your twenties to raise a kid, but you did. You are so good, Buck. The best person I know and I keep taking advantage of how kind you are and I know I am. I keep trapping you with my fuck ups, but I want you to stay anyway.”

Buck is crying too. He never thought he’d get to hear Eddie say any of those words and he is so overwhelmed by happiness, but also by the urge to bonk Eddie over the head, because he’s being stupid and blaming himself for no reason.

In the end, he manages to gasp: “Come here so I can kiss you, you fucking idiot.”

Eddie’s head snaps up with a shocked expression on his face in a manner that would be funny, if Buck weren’t dying for him to move. Now, preferably. He makes grabby hands towards him and demands: “Come kiss me, Firefighter Diaz.”

That springs Eddie into action and he rushes forward, though stops short of actually touching Buck, his hands shaking as they hover centimeters above his cheeks.

After a confession like that, Buck is not waiting for him to gather his courage, he’s been waiting for years already, he’s done waiting. So, he grabs Eddie’s shirt and yanks him down, their lips connecting again for the first time since their wedding day.

It’s a little messy and clunky with their teeth hitting each other for a second. Eddie is vibrating with nerves, waving his hands anxiously for a moment, before they settle on Buck’s cheeks like he wanted to moments ago, Buck’s breath stinks to all hell, and both of them are definitely crying.

However, it’s perfect anyway and the whole world falls away for a moment as they exist in their little bubble, pouring all the love and affection that has been building up for years into that kiss, the two of them trying to melt into one being.

When they do pull away, because they’re smiling and crying too much, they just breathe in the same space, holding each other.

“I love you too, by the way,” Buck sob-laughs. “God, I love you so fucking much. You’re not trapping me with your fuck ups, I want to be here. I’ve always wanted to be here. I signed up for your shit from day one and I’ve never wanted to leave. I don’t want to go. I want to stay, Eddie.”

The words only make Eddie cry again and he practically tackles Buck to the bed to sob into his shoulder, while Buck holds him together.

Softly, Buck confesses: “You’re my family. You and Chris. You gave me that. Sure, you have your baggage, but so do I and you let me step inside with you anyway, let me have your back and keep you company. There is nothing else I want to do, nowhere else I want to be. You didn’t take advantage of me, Eddie, you brought me home.”

Eddie has never been good with words, has always been more content to listen, so it feels right that even now, Buck has the words to describe how he feels. So, he chokes out: “You brought me home too.”

They smile at each other for a moment, big grins on tear stained faces, before Eddie has to kiss the ever loving shit out of Buck again. Because he can do that now. Buck loves him back. Buck wants Eddie to kiss him. Holy shit.

Two weeks ago, the thought of ever letting himself love Buck like this seemed terrifying, but Buck has always made the terrifying things seem doable. With Buck by his side, he feels invincible and he can’t imagine being anywhere else, because-

“When did this happen!” Chimney’s exclamation breaks the moment and both of them break the kiss to look in his direction with wide eyes.

In the doorway is the entirety of the 118, plus Athena, Maddie and Chris. Out of everyone, only Chimney seems surprised by the development, which isn’t too weird. With how Eddie’s been acting since the tsunami, both Hen and Maddie figured it out on their own and Eddie is pretty sure Athena told Bobby about his confession at the VA hospital.

Hen is in the middle of silencing Chimney, looking at the two apologetically, while the others just blink at them. Both Buck and Eddie flush a bright red, Buck wants to hide under his sheets and Eddie wants to run away, but they’re stuck there.

Finally, it’s Bobby, who breaks the awkward silence that has fallen over them, saying: “Well, guess you two will have to do that paperwork after all.”

It’s such a dumb thing to say that it all of them burst out into laughter, breaking the spell that had been over them. The 118 moves into the room, hugging Buck and expressing how relieved they are that he’s okay, catching him up on what’s been going on in the time that he’s been out.

While they do that, Chris is burrowing into Buck’s side, happily soaking in the attention alongside his papi. Eddie has taken the seat right next to the bed, holding Buck’s hand tightly in his own, quietly letting him know that he’s here and that he’s not going anyway. He’s done running.

At some point, Leyla comes by, this time with a doctor, who checks Buck over then gives him the all clear to leave.

By that time, Buck is already flagging. He loves the 118 and it’s a lovely reception after the harrowing time he’s been through. However, he can’t deny that he just wants to go home and sleep, curled up in his own bed.

So, they say their goodbyes in the hospital waiting room, before Eddie drives the three of them home.

Supplies are low, so Buck is recommended to take it slow without any crutches. This means Eddie first carries Chris inside, parking him on the couch, before going back outside to help Buck, who complains much like Chris did: “I’m a grown man, I can walk. The doctor even said so.”

“He also said that they would have given you crutches just in case if they had any,” Eddie reminds him. “So, you can either let me support you or I’ll carry you.”

“You can carry me?” Buck asks in surprise, but with a tinge of intrigued awe. Maybe even horniness.

“Yeah, I have witnesses too. How do you think your unconscious body got from A to B,” Eddie ribs lightly, though his ears have flushed slightly too.

“That’s kind of sexy, not gonna lie,” Buck confesses.

Now the blush only gets worse. “Shut up.”

“Ahww, you’re blushing. That is so adorable,” Buck coos. He’s too high on the love declaration, of it all being real, that he can’t even begin to be insecure or embarrassed. Maybe that will come later, but he’s just too buzzed on this good feeling right now.

“I will drop you,” Eddie threatens.

“No, you won’t,” Buck says smugly. “Because you looove me. Got a big romantic confession and everything.”

“Shut up,” Eddie repeats again, before pausing and saying: “I do. Love you. But you’re also an idiot.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll shut up,” Buck concedes, the big grin that is on his face not leaving in the slightest. After a second, he says: “I do too, by the way. I love you too.”

It still feels unreal to hear that and Eddie’s heart does a weird little flutter. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to that. Quietly, he tucks the feeling away in his chest, to tressure, as he helps Buck the final stretch to his room.

He lowers Buck onto the bed and gets him tucked in comfortably. He makes sure Buck has everything he needs, though he doesn’t think he’ll need much with the way he’s barely keeping his eyes open. Today is finally hitting him. Then Buck suddenly says: “Is it weird?”

“Is what weird?”

“That we’re dating,” Buck clarifies. “We are dating, right?” he then adds, sounding kind of small as he does.

The label of dating sounds big and scary, but also like not enough. Eddie wants to be married – which granted, they are, but maybe they should work up to being properly married-married. They could do a vow renewal or something when they’re there and- Not the point – the point is that dating sounds okay.

“Yeah, we’re dating,” Eddie assures him. Then his own insecurities creep in. He’s thinking about marrying Buck and Buck is wondering if it’s weird. “Why would that be weird?”

“Well, it’s a little like dating your roommate, isn’t it?” Buck wonders.

It’s such a Buck thing to think about and a rush of affection goes through Eddie. He says: “I’ll do you one better, you’re not just dating your roommate, you’re dating your husband. Now that’s kind of weird.”

“That is kind of weird,” Buck gasps delightedly.

“Go to sleep, you need the rest,” Eddie says affectionately, carding a hand through Buck’s unstyled curls and dropping a kiss on his forehead. Then his nose and then his mouth, because he can do that now.

Buck kisses back eagerly and pouts when Eddie pulls back. “Will you be here when I wake up?”

The question tugs at Eddie’s heart and he vows to never give Buck a reason to doubt that ever again, as he promises: “Yeah, I’ll be here. I’ll always be here.”

“Good, that’s good,” Buck mumbles, already half asleep. “I like it when you’re here.” Then he drops off.

Softly Eddie whispers: “I also like it when I’m here.”

He stands there for a few seconds, looking at Buck’s sleeping figure, before he pulls his eyes away from him to look around. There are post-it notes on the beside table and a pen. Eddie writes on the top one: Call out when you wake up, don’t be a dumbass! Love you, Eddie

It feels cringingly sappy and way too vulnerable and visible, however, Eddie doesn’t tear it up and throw it away. Buck deserves sappy and vulnerable. Eddie just needs to practice.

Still, he hightails out of the room, before he changes his mind, getting two glasses of juice, then dropping next to Chris on the couch. He asks: “What are we watching?”

“A documentary about space,” Chris tells him excitedly. Then he glances down the hall and asks: “Is papi gonna watch with us?”

“I’m sorry, mijo, but papi needs to sleep,” Eddie answers apologetically. “We’ll just have to remember all the facts, so we can tell him when he wakes up.”

That cheers Chris up and he nods with enthusiasm, before making himself comfortable against Eddie’s side. Instinctively, Eddie wraps his arm around Chris, pulling him close so they can cuddle up better. Chris sighs and melts further into him, quietly saying: “I’m glad you’re home, daddy.”

Eddie nearly tears up at that and he hugs Chris closer as he says: “Me too, Chris. Me too.”

They watch the documentary in silence for a while, but Eddie can’t concentrate, mulling over Chris’s words. His life has been one change after the other and Eddie has failed him so much, he doesn’t want to do that again.

“Do you think me and papi being together is weird?” he suddenly finds himself asking, cringing when he does, but too late to take it back.

Chris considers it for a moment and Eddie holds his breath, then Chris shrugs: “You’ve been together for like forever. The kissing is new and kind of gross, but it’s not really different.”

“Huh, I guess not,” Eddie replies after a beat. They have been together for a long time. Half of Chris’s life already. For him, them being together must be more of a constant than anything else in his life.

The thought is soothing. They’ve been together for so long already, they have such a strong foundation. Even Chris, who has had parents leave and his life uprooted time and time again, believes in them.

Somehow that seal of approval is what settles it in Eddie’s bones. It can’t have been the wrong thing to fall in love with Buck. How could it be? They’re home together.

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A/N:

They did it! They confessed!!! Ahhh, I’ve been working towards this for months and I am so thrilled that they finally got there. Hopefully it lives up to the build up :D

I am a strong believer that it takes Eddie the longest to get there, but once he’s gotten there, he is fucking in, which love that for him <3

Also, again, I am taking no responsibility for any medical information given here, I don’t do medicine, I dig up people who are already dead, very different.

Also, also, with a tsunami there is no way Buck would have his own room, so shout out to his roommate(s) who had to hear all this drama through a curtain, ig lmao

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Got another prompt fic I wrote instead of jobhunting!! I am a functional adult!! (The job I’m a finalist for moves VERY SLOW so who knows what’s going on with it rn. Jobs are ass. Fanfiction is so much better)

Day 12 - This Is Not My Ceiling

Rated G - 673 words

(For the prompt “From Sickie to Medic”)

This isn’t his ceiling.

It’s spinning a little, for one thing, which the ceiling in his bedroom in Owen’s rental house doesn’t usually do. It’s not the ceiling in Carlos’s condo, either. It’s sloped and somehow concave and convex at the same time.

“Where’m I,” TK slurs, his throat swollen and dry. He moves to sit up, but his muscles are all somehow weak and tense at the same time, and he thinks his migraine is setting some sort of headache world record. His queasiness ramps up to full-blown nausea and he moans.

“Yo, don’t do that,” says a familiar voice. Nancy’s face swims into focus as she easily presses him back into what is definitely not his bed.

“Sick,” TK chokes out, and Nancy swiftly drags him into a sitting position and produces an emesis bin from nowhere at all. She holds his limp body as he gags and spits into the bin. Every muscle screams at the exertion, and the pain in his head ratchets up to 11. It’s like his brain has been plunged into a vat of hot oil.

“All done, bud?” Nancy’s voice floats through his cloud of agony eventually.

TK keens softly and whispers, “I think so.” His partner lays him back onto the cot with a gentleness he didn’t know she possessed, and tears spring to his hot, dry eyes. “What happened,” he rasps eventually.

“Got yourself a pretty good case of heat exhaustion,” comes another voice. Tommy rounds his cot, stripping her gloves into a wastebasket before leaning over to run a motherly hand through his hair.

“Oh, my god, what happened?” That’s confusing. TK just said that. Did he say it again without even meaning to?

“Hey, Carlos,” says Tommy. TK flops his head to the side and sees his boyfriend enter the tent, because that’s what’s wrong with the ceiling, he’s in a tent. Carlos is possibly even more beautiful than usual, glowing with perspiration, his uniform sleeves fighting for dear life against his absurd biceps, his curls breaking free of their gelled prison in the heat, spiraling around his head like a halo.

“Hi, baby,” sighs TK.

“Hey,” Carlos whispers, leaning over his cot and brushing a gentle kiss to his forehead, before straightening up and looking back at Tommy. “What happened? Is he okay?”

“Your boy worked a little too long in the heat and didn’t tell anyone he felt bad.” Tommy sounds unimpressed as she gestures outside the tent. The music festival, TK remembers, where they’d been called after a stage collapsed.

“Didn’t mean to. I was helping,” he says miserably. There had been a lot of injuries. “Don’t people still need help? Should you guys be in here with me?”

“There are more units on site, and the collapse is mostly cleaned up now. We’re helping you right now,” says Tommy gently.

TK snuffles. He didn’t mean to put everyone out like this. “I’m sorry.” Outside the tent, the bands are still playing, and it’s like they’re using his brain as a bass drum.

“You don’t have to be sorry. Just be more careful and tell us if you’re not okay next time,” says Tommy.

“Is he going to be okay? Does he need to go to the hospital?” asks Carlos anxiously.

Tommy and Nancy look at each other and Nancy murmurs something, too fast for TK to follow.

“Now that he’s awake, I’d like to see if he can keep some oral fluids down. He’ll rehydrate faster than with just IV fluids.” TK looks at his hands, surprised to see an IV in one. “After that, depending on his temp and BP, we can decide if he should get more treatment at the ER.”

TK groans. He hates the ER, at least as a patient. Carlos takes his hand, sitting in a folding chair that’s materialized by his cot. “You’ll do what they say, right?” Carlos asks, his big eyes worried and pleading.

“I’ll do what they say,” TK agrees reluctantly. “Nance, do we have any blue Gatorade?”

-fin-

For a great tarlos heat exhaustion fic please check out The Austin Chronicle Hot Sauce Festival by @chicgeekgirl89! It’s one of my favorites.

No need to reblog if you don’t want to, I already posted my wip Wednesday, but tagging a few who might be interested!! No worries if not, you can totally just shoot me in the face if you want!!! @eveningstar477 @eclectic-sassycoweyes @henrygrass @mrs-corrections-78 @carlos-in-glasses @sapphic--kiwi @lemonlyman-dotcom @pimento-playing-hopscotch @everlastingday @lightningboltreader @firstprince-history-huh @ladytessa74 @literateowl @bonheur-cafe @heartstringsduet @welcometololaland @the-126-family

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Some K. Takami Headcanonsᯓ★

꩜A/n: this is just for fun! So no hate towards me pls, for this is my first post.

꩜ Cw: non-NSFW; I used my Bnha OC "Iris Hayashi", so if your wondering who that is, that's who.

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Personality & Habits

- Despite his laid-back demeanor, he's constantly observing everything around him—his brain never truly shuts off, even when he looks relaxed.

- He’s a really fast eater. Not because he’s rude, but because he’s always been used to eating on the go. Iris probably has to remind him to slow down.

- He sleeps in weird positions, sometimes with his wings sprawled out awkwardly. He’s the type to wake up tangled in his blankets.

- He hates being cold. His body runs naturally warm, but if he gets even a little chilly, he complains about it and immediately seeks out warmth (like clinging to Iris).

- He talks with his hands a lot and sometimes forgets his feathers move along with them, which can be really distracting in a conversation.

- He’s surprisingly good at card games and has an excellent poker face. You’d never catch him slipping in a game of bluff.

- Despite being fast, he has a habit of showing up late to casual things. He’s always on time for missions, but if it’s something like a dinner plan, expect him to be at least five minutes late—and with an excuse.

- When he’s exhausted, his voice gets really raspy, almost to the point where it’s unrecognizable.

Hobbies & Interests

- He actually enjoys reading, but he prefers books with short chapters so he can take breaks between missions without losing track of the story.

- He has a soft spot for older, classic anime. He doesn’t have time to binge-watch shows, so he’ll watch one or two episodes when he can.

- He enjoys cooking but hates baking—too many precise measurements. He’d rather eyeball things.

- He’s good at darts. Insanely good. Almost unfairly good.

- Loves music, especially anything upbeat or relaxing. If Iris is into music too, he’ll love sharing earbuds and swapping playlists with her.

- He actually likes drawing but never takes it seriously. His sketches are mostly silly little doodles of things he finds funny.

- He has a secret love for really dumb conspiracy theories. He doesn’t believe them, but he finds them hilarious. He’ll absolutely bring up some wild theory just to see Iris’s reaction.

- Loves being outside but hates bugs. If one gets caught in his feathers, you’ll hear about it.

Relationship & Affection

- He’s naturally flirty, but when he’s truly in love (like with Iris), he dials it back in public because he doesn’t feel the need to overdo it. His affection becomes more intimate, quiet, and sincere.

- He remembers everything about the people he cares about. Even small, seemingly insignificant details.

- Physical affection is second nature to him. He’s the type to reach for Iris without thinking, whether it’s holding her hand, resting his chin on her head, or wrapping a wing around her.

- He loves forehead kisses and will do them casually, just because.

- If he’s jealous, he won’t make a scene, but he will get a little passive-aggressive in the most Hawks way possible—sarcastic comments, extra clinginess, or flexing his speed just to remind everyone who she belongs to.

- He loves being babied in private. If Iris plays with his hair, kisses his forehead, or calls him soft pet names, he melts. He won’t admit how much he loves it, though.

- He’s a light sleeper, but if Iris is next to him, he sleeps a lot better. If she moves around too much (which she does), he just pulls her closer instead of letting her roll away.

Miscellaneous

- He has selective hearing. If it’s boring paperwork talk, he tunes out, but if Iris mumbles something cute under her breath, he hears it.

- He has surprisingly neat handwriting for someone who moves so fast all the time.

- He definitely steals fries off Iris’s plate like it’s a given right.

- His wings react to his emotions involuntarily. If he’s embarrassed, they puff up slightly. If he’s annoyed, they flick. If he’s happy, they give little excited twitches.

- He absolutely sneaks into Iris’s house if she forgets to lock the door (which she does).

- He has so many sunglasses. Not because he needs them, but because they make him feel cool.

- He’s terrible at sitting still. If he’s forced to stay in one place too long, expect him to start messing with his feathers, tapping his foot, or leaning into Iris just to stay occupied.

- He lowkey wants a pet bird but worries it would feel like adopting a distant cousin.

- He doesn’t mind storms, but thunder sometimes makes his feathers bristle if it’s too sudden.

- If he sees Iris wearing his jacket or using his wings as a blanket, he immediately enters smug boyfriend mode.

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꩜A/n: Hope you enjoyed this post! If you did obviously please like 🙏 And ask if you want more, or if I should continue posting.

[dragonsbluee]

I see your gay uncles of the straw hats Jimbrook and raise you old, gay, heartbroken, pirate captians who find a loving, romantic relationship in each other as they watch over a group of chaotic youngsters.

Because Brook and Yorki had a heartbreaking goodbye, and Brook spent 50 years mourning, but now he has a second chance. He wasn't expecting anything, but then, lo and behold! A handsome, kind, capable fish man enters stage right, and Brook is smitten. Here is someone who understands the grief of losing a captian and partner, then having to take their place to hold the crew together, but ultimately watching thier crew fall apart or suffer due to factors outside their control.

For Jimbei the last few years have been a whirlwind of chaos. He was looking forward to a new adventure full of chaos of his own making and choices. Now, enter stage left, this fantastic, enigmatic, adorable skeleton (and he's a musician!), who is a wonderful presence on a ship full of younger pirates. Jimbei never really moved on from the loss of the Sun Pirates, and hasn't had time to mourn all the friends he's lost in the past few years. But now he finds companionship and comfort in Brook. Someone who doesn't expect him to move on, let's him reminisce, but keeps him from getting stuck in his mourning. He's never thought of romance seriously before, but now he finds himself wanting.

The two meet in the middle, center stage on a ship of dreams as they forge a new one together. They still keep and work towards their individual dreams but find pieces of each other in them. Brook looks forward to the day he can introduce Laboon to Jimbei, and Jimbei has promised to translate the whale's words for Brook. Jimbei will see freedom for his people and finds motivation in every new song Brook writes and story he tells. Together, they find peace, calm, and rest. They find excitement, companionship, and a harbour in the other after years of storms.

[seithr]

powerful sorcerer with magical storm blood who can still magic and rend minds and transform people btw

[fairyhaos]

hi guyssss just a reminder that i do track the tag #useryenas for joshua content but moots r always free to use it for anything at all!!!!!

[the-hawkeyes]

Have a special Thank You from Kiera!

All the love for all the love y'all have shown my screens and stuff during this new resurgence of mine! It's been so much fun.

[dent-de-leon]

Makes my heart melt that Yasha asks Tealeaf if she can give him a hug. "Oh, sure Love, I can't see any reason why not--I could do with one, sure." The way his whole face softens when she holds him. King who doesn't remember much still, whose first new memory of the world is the bleeding ruins of Cognouza. Still fighting back that gnawing ache of Emptiness. And he realizes, yeah--he could really use a hug--

[kisssukuna33]

HusbandSukuna! Who's never been the one to understand today's relationships. 50/50? No, his woman will never touch a single bill with her delicate fingers as long as he's alive and well.

HusbandSukuna! Who never understood the whole "giving your relationship time before proposing" thing. You aren't a real man if you drag out your relationship and take what you have for granted, Atleast that must have been what he was thinking when he put a big rock on your finger after dating for only 7 months.

HusbandSukuna! Who takes his role as your fiancé VERY seriously. He asked you to move in with him just right after he proposed. He does everything he can to make sure you feel comfortable in his house. He even went as far to renovate half of the house to your liking despite your much protesting that it's not needed.

HusbandSukuna! Who checks everyday to see if you are wearing the ring he put on you. it almost become a habbit for him to kiss the ring in your finger every single morning. Not just in the morning, whenever you two hangout in the public he intentionally kisses it to give other people the signal that his girl is strictly taken.

HusbandSukuna! Who wants to get married as soon as possible but he respect your time and choices. He doesn't want you to get overwhelmed by this at all, so he waits patiently ( had to restraint himself from asking like 5 times)

HusbandSukuna! Who gets so freaking happy when you finally confront him about being ready for marriage. The moment those words slip from your mouth his hands instantly go to your waist to pull you closer, closer till your foreheads are touching, He places a warm kiss on your temple and the next thing you hear makes your heart warm and fuzzy.

"You are the best thing that ever happened to me, I promise to be the best husband and I swear on my life I will take care of you and protect you till I die, I love you"

HusbandSukuna! Who jumps straight into the wedding planning. He hears from his married friends how stressful wedding planning was to them and he determines to not make you experience any bit of the stress, He tries everything in his power to make things go smooth as possible.

HusbandSukuna! Who breakdown in tears the moment he saw you walking the aisle to everyone's shock. The grumpy tatted 6'4 scary big guy who has given them nothing but attitude crying over seeing the love of his life walking down aisle? Who would have thought.

HusbandSukuna! Who immediately intertwine your fingers with his as he looks into your eyes like he sees nothing but the whole world in them and wait no minute to whisper "The prettiest, mine"

HusbandSukuna! who finally breaks free from his staring as the wedding officiant clears his throat to let him know that there's a whole wedding left to finish.

Everyone expect him to do a short vow and get done with it. Sukuna isn't known as the most expressive guy after all, but to everyone's surprise the vow lasted whole 15 minutes!! It was filled with nothing but love and appreciation for you and the little grin plastered in his mouth at the end of the vow makes it obvious how proud he was of himself ( I mean practicing this costed him a years worth friend too, after he suggested Sukuna to add some dirty degrading sex joke about you in the vows he ended up punching the guy as a result, so hell yeah he's proud of this!)

HusbandSukuna! Who keeps the honeymoon destination as a surprise till last minute, and your heart fills with joy as you realize he took you back to the beach you two first met, a place special to you both.

He booked the hotel room with the best view to the beach as expected.

HusbandSukuna! Who's heart feel warm all of a sudden, it's only a year ago he believed himself to be someone who's unable to be loved. Oh how much have changed since then.

HusbandSukuna! Who takes your hand and drags you to the balcony for a dance.

The smell of the beach, evening lightening, sounds of the ocean..All adds to the atmosphere as you two get lost in yourselves.

HusbandSukuna! Who takes a glance at the beach and sees a young family, not much older than both of you playing in the sand with their little girl.

HusbandSukuna! Who has a small smile tugged at his lips as he mentally promises to himself that he will return here again after you two finally complete your own little family.

No grammar checks, forgive me I'm too lazy

What do we think about part 2?

[robotwhoscreams]

Sometimes fandom engagement involves looking at a cardboard cutout disguised as a character, one with full on saltine cracker, tissue paper thin levels of depth, and deciding to make them your blorbo.

I fully realize this is a hell of my own making, trying to deeply analyze and characterize a blank piece of printer paper character, but I love their two lines of dialogue and design and you can rip my headcanons for them from my cold, dead hands.

[pathologicalreid]

a love song for lady earth | s.r.

in which reader has her first experience with munch!spencer

margotober masterlist

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: smut (18+ mdni) content warnings: oral (fem receiving), munch!spencer, a little bit of overstim, d/s dynamics if you spin in circles and then squint, pwp, cumming untouched, fingering, dirty talk, a little praise word count: 2.16k a/n: this one goes out to everyone who's ever gotten shitty head from shitty guys. also to people who like their men a little pathetic.

“What are you doing?” Your voice comes out higher than you anticipated. The slight panic in your tone sets your boyfriend on high alert, his eyebrows rising in curiosity as he hovers over you.

Spencer pulls himself up until you meet his eyes, concern and lust fusing together to create nothing short of confusion. He studies your expression, investigating your interruption with the kind of delicacy that he always has when approaching intimacy, “Baby,” he starts, “Have you ever received oral sex before?”

Your lips part in surprise, wondering why that’s the conclusion he comes to, “I have,” you respond hesitantly. “I just—” you falter, “You don’t have to.”

His confusion deepens, “I don’t have to what?”

“You don’t have to give me head,” you answer timidly, “Because it’s not— you just don’t have to.”

Languidly, Spencer drags his fingertips up and down your inner thigh, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “It’s not what? Now you have to tell me.”

You groan in frustration, looking up at the ceiling fan while you search for words that won’t set your cheeks ablaze, “I don’t like it, and I know guys don’t like it. So, you just… we can skip that part.”

“Just out of curiosity, what about it don’t you like?” Spencer asks, sitting up fully between your legs, one hand resting on your knee, keeping your legs parted.

Looking down at him, you chew on the inside of your lip, knowing you have his undivided attention when you speak up, “I just don’t get any pleasure out of a guy trying to French with my vagina while I fake moan.”

“Ah,” Spencer breathes, “So, you’ve never received good oral sex before,” he amends his previous question.

Propping yourself up on your hands, you raise your eyebrows doubtfully, “I’m not entirely convinced there is such a thing, and will you please stop calling it oral sex? It sounds so clinical.”

He crawls over to you, putting his face right in front of yours, “Do you trust me?”

You frown, “Of course I do, what does that have to do with any of this?”

“Would you be willing to let me go down on you?” The earnestness in his tone catches you by surprise. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he wants to eat you out.

Humming affectionately, you tilt your head at him, “Do you really want to? I always thought guys hated doing it.”

Spencer raises his eyebrows, “Then I guess that demographic doesn’t apply to me.”

“Oh,” you breathe, “You can… We can try,” you offer. Nerves twist in your lower belly as his eyes widen ever so slightly, your eyes fall shut as he leans his head forward, pressing his lips to yours while his hand starts to pull at the waistband of your panties.

Your boyfriend’s lips are almost unfairly soft against your own as his hands continue to undress you, pushing your t-shirt up around your waist and pulling down your underwear to the middle of your thighs. Pressing his forehead against yours, Spencer pulls away ever so slightly, “You can always tell me if you want me to stop, alright?”

Nodding, you can’t help but be curious about his plan. You find yourself questioning every partner you’ve had in the past, or maybe Spencer just has a special talent with his mouth—he certainly was good at running it. “Yes,” you say, kissing him again before he moves his head down.

“Thank you,” he mutters, bringing his head back down to where it was before you’d stopped him. Spencer lazily drags your panties down your legs, flinging them across the room to be found later before dropping his head between your knees, littering small, slow kisses along the insides of your thighs. “Pretty girl,” he hums, inspecting your glistening sex with peaked interest.

Your cunt clenches around nothing at his words, earning a chuckle from Spencer as he set on top of your mound, pulling the skin taut before blowing cool air on you. You jump in response, looking down at where he’s smirking from between your legs. Admittedly, you’d never felt so dizzy at the prospect of having a man go down on you, he just looks so pretty.

He hums absentmindedly, “Just making sure you’re paying attention,” he teases.

There could be an air raid siren going off and you’d still be too focused on him to take cover. His movements are calculated as he exposes your clit to the air, leaning his head down and pressing his tongue flat against your folds, licking a stripe before readjusting himself on the bed.

A constellation of feather-light kisses is left everywhere, your inner thighs, up toward your hip bone—everywhere except where you really need him. Your clit aches with need as he continues to tease you, the pad of his thumb skimming ever so slightly over the sensitive bud, relieving only a fraction of the pressure that’s building up. “Spence,” you breathe.

“Are you enjoying this?” He asks, lifting his head up and looking at you curiously.

You nod once, “Are you?” You challenge.

His head drops again, and your breath hitches when he answers, “Immensely.”

Spencer continues but doesn’t move on, studying your anatomy so intently that it only serves to turn you on even more. His hand ghosts over your folds, running a finger over your slit and chuckling when your hips buck up in response to the stimulation.

He could’ve gotten you to beg, had that been his goal, you would’ve babbled please so incessantly that the word no longer held any meaning, but that wasn’t what Spencer wanted. He wanted you to enjoy receiving pleasure in a way that no man had ever wanted before.

“You’re just so fucking perfect,” he murmurs, watching you intently.

Before you had a chance to reply, his mouth was on you again, his tongue deftly slipping between your folds and poking at your entrance. Other than working you up, you didn’t feel any different than you had previously. You give a gentle hum of encouragement—at least he tried, and at least you’d be wet enough for sex.

Spencer curls his tongue, dragging your slick up to your clit, and that’s where he finally got you. His tongue pressed firmly against the bundle of nerves as you squirm beneath him, your body moving faster than your brain as your hips move away from his mouth, “Shh,” Spencer coos, “It’s okay, baby. I know it’s a lot. I’ve got you.”

Taking a deep shuddering breath, you nod. You open your mouth to form a reply, but the only thing that comes out is a breathy sigh.

Carefully, Spencer moves your legs, placing your thighs on top of his shoulders, giving you one more glance before diving back in, kitten-licking your clit while you try to catch your breath.

“Spence,” you cry, feeling an orgasm that you previously hadn’t thought was possible building in your lower belly. A swarm of nerves and aches of pleasure thrumming through your body like electricity.

He readjusts, lifting his head more so that his lips can wrap around the sensitive nub, his mouth gently suckling on it.

At a loss for what to do with your hand, they find their way down to his head, weaving your fingers through his hair as his ministrations drive you closer and closer to an orgasm. Tugging at the soft curls earns a groan from him, the vibrations on your clit causing you to cry out, “Oh my god.”

He drops one of your legs, moving his hand up to grab one of yours before you cum, squeezing his hand as he gently nips at your clit, further encouraging your orgasm.

“I’m— ah, please,” you babble nervously, inhaling sharply as your orgasm washes over you, cunt clenching around nothing as Spencer’s mouth continues working at you, licking softly as your back arches off of the bed, sweat causing the sheets to stick to your skin.

Your thighs are trembling by the time Spencer comes back up, his mouth shining with your arousal as he breathes as heavily as you. His hand cups your sensitive sex when he leans forward, leaning in to kiss your lips.

The taste of yourself on his lips doesn’t even cross your mind as you cup the back of his head and pull his mouth to yours. The tang of your own cunt on your tongue draws a moan from the back of your throat, and you jump when one of Spencer’s fingers gently teases your interest, the sensitivity from your previous orgasm making your head spin.

“Can I go back?” Spencer asks, looking down at his hand briefly before returning to your eyes for permission.

Your mouth gapes, “You want more?”

He groans in response, “Angel, I’d spend all day between your thighs if you’d let me.”

Your stomach flips, mourning the fact that you had plans in the afternoon, “I might just take you up on that someday.”

Lifting your body from the pillows, Spencer tugs your t-shirt the rest of the way off your body, leaving you fully nude in front of him, “Fuck,” he groans, gently guiding your back to the mattress as he attaches his lips to your neck, leaving your fingers clawing at his back.

His head moves lower, nipping and sucking at your collarbones, leaving light marks as he makes his way down to your chest. His lips scatter kisses all along your breasts as he moves down, down, down. Right until he’s right where you want him, and right where he wants to be. “Oh,” you whimper, taking in a shaky breath while he tentatively presses his index finger into your wet hole.

“Poor baby,” Spencer coos at your sensitivity, “You’re doing so well, letting me fuck you with my mouth. All you needed was someone to suck your clit.”

You sigh dazedly in response, every thought in your mind evacuating as his mouth drops to your pussy again, languidly lapping at your cunt while his finger eases into you, “You’re so good at this.”

He hums against you in response, the vibrations causing your body to shudder and your hands to return to their home in his hair. The feeling of his mouth gently sucking on that little bundle of nerves and his finger starting to thrust makes your walls clench.

A strangled moan escapes your mouth when he adds a second finger, his second and third fingers driving into you with a steady rhythm as his tongue flicks your clit in calculated movements. The recognition of your impending orgasm hits you, “’m close,” you breathe, gasping as his movements don’t relent, tears prick at your eyes as you chase that high.

Spencer pushes your legs further apart with his spare hand, keeping your thighs from closing around his head as he moans against your cunt. You pull on his hair, eliciting another groan from him that sends you hurtling into your second orgasm, crying out his name like a prayer as he tapers off his ministrations.

His hand slows first, gently working you through your orgasm as his tongue laps at your clit, gentle movements soothing the hypersensitive spot as you catch your breath, tears trickling down your cheeks as you smooth out the hair on his head. He pulls away from you, releasing your trembling thighs and letting them fall around him as he tiredly rests his head on your abdomen. “Spence,” you whisper, combing your fingers through his hair, causing him to rest his chin on you, meeting your eyes as he wipes your slick from his mouth.

He hums a response, “My love,” he murmurs, eyes closing as he enjoys the feeling of you playing with his hair.

You chew on the inside of your lip nervously, “Do… do you need me?” Your question was tentative, unsure if he wants you to reciprocate.

“Uh,” he says, equally as unsure, “That’s not necessary.”

You raise your eyebrows, “It’s not like I feel inclined to, but I’d like to… to return the favor.”

Spencer shakes his head, “No, I mean I’m taken care of. I already…” his voice trails off, leaving you to fill in the blanks.

“Oh,” you breathe, “Oh.” Your hand comes up to cover your mouth, hiding your smile, “Well I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.” Desperately. You were trying desperately not to laugh at the prospect of your boyfriend cumming in his briefs.

He rolls his eyes in response, clearly unbothered. He seems almost proud, and you suppose it’s not often that a man finishes from giving head. “So,” he starts, moving his hand and using his fingertips to draw stars across your bare skin, “Did you enjoy it?”

You huff in response, the answer is obvious, but he just wants the victory of knowing he’s changed your mind. Who are you to refuse him of that? “Immensely,” you answer.