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 Cats Out of The Bag

Art cred: Skyleriearts on Twitter!

Description: Miguel has no idea what he's walking into. Previous part

@jshookthighs couldn't find any tissues, will this do?

Miguel’s excited, he loves your post class hangouts, loves being in your apartment surrounded by everything you. It’s comforting in a way he doesn’t even know how to describe.

Your favorite flowers in hand, he shoots you a text that he’s at your door, then knocks, a smile already tugging at the corners of his lips as he imagines the sight that will appear before him. He hopes you’ve had time to relax, change into more comfortable clothes, decompress from the day, all soft smiles, and soft fabrics as you curl into him, some reality TV show you like playing in the background.

You open the door, and he finds himself greeted by mascara stained cheeks and red, puffy eyes.

He nearly drops the bouquet in his rush to usher you inside and pull you to his chest. What happened? Were you hurt, did someone say something to you, did you do badly on an assignment?

“Y/N, come on, talk to me, tell me what happened, let me help you.” He soothes, wiping away your tears with his thumbs, searching your face for answers.

You push away his hands and bury your face in your own. The rejection stings, but he brushes it aside and gently grasps your wrists, not to pull your hands away but to ground himself, and hopefully you.

“Please, mi dulce, you know I’ll do anything I can to make it better.” He tries, his voice low and comforting, even though his chest aches at the sight of you so miserable.

You move away and he follows you to the couch where you sink into the overstuffed cushions.

“I know Miguel. I know about Ava, and the whole thing with Xina? I’m not stupid, I know you and Xina obviously think I am, but I’m not.” You snap, pushing away from him and handing him your phone, a video looping on it.

You draw your knees up to your chest as he watches the video, horror dawning on him as he realizes just what it is.

Miguel’s eyes widen, he drops your phone on the couch as if it burned him. “Y/N, I—I’m so sorry, I didn’t—she—”

No one was ever supposed to see that, she swore she deleted it. You weren’t supposed to know, no one was, he never wants to think about that night again.

“She’s better I know, she gets you, she’s your first love, blah, blah, blah.” You say, voice taut with emotion. “And Xina, I get it, she’s so smart, she’s able to keep up with you.”

He shakes his head, and his whole body is trembling, he reaches for you, but stops himself halfway, the video still playing on your phone, silent and looping on the cushions between you. “No, no she’s not, y/n, this—that video, that was before you and I even met, I thought she deleted it. She swore to me, she deleted it.”

“That’s your fucking bed, Miguel, I know what it looks like.” You laugh humorlessly, and it cuts him like a knife.

“I-It’s not what it looks like.” He stutters out, reaching to flip your phone over, unable to stomach looking at it anymore.

“How? How is it not what it looks like?” You ask, angry tears in your eyes, your bottom lip trembling.

He hangs his head, running a hand through his hair, tugging on the ends. “It was before we met, Ava had just transferred in, she saw me out on campus, we started talking she asked me to get a drink with her, it all just got worse from there. It was a mistake; and I didn’t even know she was recording.”

“Okay…” You say quietly, sobs dying down into sniffles.

“She promised me she deleted the video; I made her swear she would when I woke up that next morning. It never happened again, I swear.” Miguel braves the space between you two and takes one of your hands in his.

It wasn’t necessarily a crime what happened to him, he wanted someone, something, and Ava was familiar, was throwing herself at him, and he accepted even if his sober mind cursed him for his drunken horniness.

“Okay, I’ll believe you. This time. ” You add as an afterthought.

Miguel presses your hand to his lips, brushing each knuckle with a chaste kiss. “It was only and will only be that one time.”

“I can believe that, but I can’t pretend that you didn’t laugh at me.”

Another cut, the knife digging deep into his chest. “What, when?”

“With Xina, when I said I agreed with you and apparently that was the wrong thing to say.”

He should’ve known. He could tell you had been out of your element, all quiet and clinging to him, but he didn’t mean to hurt you, he had told a joke, one you must have missed.

“Y/N, mi amor, it was a joke, I made a joke, you must have just missed it, I wasn’t trying to hurt you, I thought you were in on it.” He presses your hand to his heart, silently pleading with you to believe him.

You freeze, then your fingers curl, gripping his shirt. “Did you just call me your love?”

Miguel blanks, frantically searching for an explanation, something to salvage whatever remained of your relationship.

“Miguel, do you love me?” You’re moving closer to him, slowly, carefully, your eyes locked on his.

He swallows hard. “Yes, and I—I know it’s only been a few months, but I also know what I feel.”

You’re halfway in his lap, still radiant even after crying. “Say it again.”

“Mi amor.” He says, letting the words slip off his lips with as much passion and honesty as he can muster. “Mi amor, mi amor, mi amor, mi amor, I love you.”

“I love you too.” You whisper, wrapping your arms around him and hugging him tightly.

He returns the embrace, crushing you to his chest, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“I’m going to need you to get a new bed, though.” You mumble, the vibrations of your voice rumbling against his chest.

“Anything, I’ll get anything you want.” He promises, fanning his fingers out on your back, wanting to take up as much space as possible, wanting to feel your solid form against his, feel the warmth of your skin through your thin tank top.

“And I don’t want you near Ava ever again.”

He chuckles, “I won’t fight you on that.”

“And maybe you get a tattoo of my name across your forehead.”

“I will fight you on that one.”

He can feel your laughter before he sees your brilliant smile as you lean back, eyes still a little red and puffy but lit up with mirth. “Aw really? I think it would look so good.”

He laughs again and shakes his head. “You’re funny.”

“I am, thank you.” You say, thoroughly satisfied, as you slide off his lap and hold out a hand to him. “Now are you coming?”

Miguel tilts his head. “Where?”

“We have to find you a new bed.” You say simply, smiling at him, the very essence of the sun personified.

If you keep smiling like that, he’ll follow you anywhere.

TL: @bat-bae, @nyctophilic0vitnir, @smokeywhalee, @obi-mom-kenobi, @prowlingforfood, @penggion, @crystal-crax, @oharasfilipinawife, @generalkenobitrash, @melsimps, @chrishy973, @farrowroyale, @palesatan, @scaryplanetdestroyer, @denzmallows, @36namey, @scoobysnakz, @ihateuguys, @idkbros-world @smartyren, @deputy-videogamer, @blackrose8425, @amberpanda99, @marshhbs, @queerponcho

[hypnotickale]

Hypnosis? You mean that thing from like TV shows and movies? Yeah I've heard of it? Why....

You want to hypnotize me? Sure whatever

What do you mean you already have?

I don't feel any different. Tell me what you did with your "hypnotic powers" then smart ass.

My shirt? I'm not wearing a shirt. Wait are you saying I took my shirt off because of you? No! I- well I took it off because it's hot!

Put it back on.... Uhhh okay sure... I can do that

Just give me a mi- wait why am I on my knees... Am I naked?!?! Why are you looking at me like that? With your pretty eyes... And soothing... No! Hypnosis isn't... It can't be...

[ominus-potato]

I'm sorry if I sound a bit ignorant/oblivious/rude but what caused the Mr. Puzzles X Mario ship? I see it everywhere and the art is adorable but I don't know what started it? Was it a specific scene? Some dialogue I missed? Or is it a crack ship?

(once again I'm sorry if any of this sounds rude whatsoever, I'm bad at wording things)

Not rude at all dude! Thanks for asking!

For me (and for most people in assuming) ig Marware started as a crackship since it’s really funny to imagine the big bad Mr Puzzles ended up swooning for the dumbass Italian that is Mario.

It’s also playing on the dynamic of smart logical character x the biggest idiot you can imagine. They are complete polar opposites in terms of design, personality, body type, height, brains, EVERYTHING!! They are complete opposites of one another. So ofc they gotta be shipper. Also, it’s great potential for funny moments and I just love making funny comics!

In terms of actual scenes, there is this scene from “no tv makes Mario go coo coo crazy” where he gives CPR to Mr Puzzles and clings to his face, calling him “Mi Amour” which translates to “My Love”. Mario even is willing to kill his own brother so that Mr Puzzles comes back to life. Ofc, Mario was being dramatic and didn’t actually KNOW it was a live person he was saying that to but it’s worth noting.

In terms of actual shipping material, I like to imagine that whilst Mario spend hours and hours watching TV (Mr Puzzles) alone, Puzzles eventually grew to appreciate his time with the Italian. He was the only person who truly loved all of his shows no matter how stupid they were. Mario is too dumb to form an opinion on a TV show so to him, all of Puzzlevision was worth 5 stars. In fanon, I think that would have meant a lot to Mr Puzzles and he would have then developed feelings for Mario that way.

Of course, he would get infuriated by Mario at times, especially when he was messing with his ratings. But despite constantly screwing up his 5 stars, Mr Puzzles kept putting Mario as a lead role in every single one of his productions. I dunno about you but Mr Puzzles to me seems smart enough to know that if a character is screwing up his ratings, he shouldn’t recast him. Yet he did. Every single time.

Let’s not forget that Mario absolutely loves TV. He doesn’t care about how evil the TV is. When he was chasing down Mr Puzzles, it was purely because he wanted to watch more TV. He wasn’t trying to save his friends in the beginning because he didn’t even realise they were in danger. And once everyone was safe, the very first thing Mario did was go and watch TV.

Since Mario can be such a nuisance, I love to imagine their interactions just being Mario bothering Mr Puzzles and him being unable to say no to him because deep down he knows he loves him. It’s playing into Mr Puzzles being such a pathetic villain that even the dumbest meme we of the crew can handle him easily.

He’s just an evil genius who loves his dumbass Mario 🥰

Anyway yeah! That’s more or less everything. It’s mostly a crackship but to me, I genuinely love it and it may possibly be my favourite SMG4 ship. Thank you for reading!! Take these Marware screenshots on your way out.

[avenging-fandoms]

okay but imagine being pedro's wife/baby mama and staying at home with the kids while he's away filming or at events (like the met gala). and then the house feeling full when he returns. maybe you're in the yard with the kids when he gets home and the kids run up to him all excited to have their daddy back :,)

It had been 10 months of phone calls, FaceTimes and watching Pedro on the tv. Your 4 year old, Eliana and 9 month old, Isaac, were desperately missing their dad and so were you. Taking care of them both was a hassle and a half, but thankfully you weren't alone.

Sarah and Oscar both offered, as well as some of your friends to watch your babies on occasion, and you accepted every time. They made missing Pedro and doing it without him so much easier.

“Ellie, would you like to go outside?” It was 75 outside and the perfect weather to just breathe. You grabbed a blanket and some toys, their waters and your sunglasses. You laid out the blanket and opened the porch umbrella, Eliana grabbing chalk from her toy box and drawing on the stone path.

"Mama, I found a worm!" She squeals and you smile, nodding as you bounce Isaac. She continues to draw and you put on some Raffi on the speaker, singing along to 'Down By The Bay' as Isaac watched you with a smile. "Can I draw in the driveway, Mama?"

"Yes, please do not go near the road my sweet girl."

"Okay Mama!" She grabbed her chalk and dirtied her shirt, setting them down gently and scribbling a picture. You were amazed at how smart and wonderful Ellie was and you loved your children more than anything.

A car honks from down the street rapidly and Eliana looks at you and runs to you, clinging to your side. You smile at the license plate, kissing her head and laughing as you tell her she's okay.

Eliana watches the car pull into the driveway and her face lights up. "Daddy!" She screams and he swings his door open, Eliana moving her little feet as fast as they could into her dad's arms.

Pedro engulfed his daughter in his arms, falling out of his squat to a roll on his back in the lawn as he kissed his daughter's face. "Mi princesa, I missed you so much mí amor."

"I missed you too!" She giggles and you stand up as they sit up. "Mama missed you too." Pedro stood up, a smirk on his face as he held eye contact.

"And I missed Mama." He smiles and wraps his arm tightly around you, right hand on Eliana's head as he kissed you. "My goodness." He breathed and kissed you over and over, slightly dipping you and you laugh.

"I missed you too, Pedro." His eyes fell to Isaac and he wanted to cry. “He missed you the most.”

Pedro started to cry as he took his son in his arms. “He’s so big now.” He cried, and your heart broke. “I missed him getting bigger.”

Pedro’s voice was broken. He sat on the grass and Eliana went over to Pedro, rubbing his back with her head on his shoulder. “Are you okay, Daddy?”

“I’m alright, sweetheart. I just missed you guys so much.” You sat on the other side of him and laid your head on his shoulder, which only made him cry harder.

“I’m sorry, Pedro. I sent you a bunch of photos and videos and FaceTimed you so you missed nothing.”

“But I did, Yn. I can’t do this again.” He cried and you looked at him, nodding. “I missed so much with you and my children, I left you with a month old baby and a 4 year old. I’m a bad dad and husband.”

“You work for your family, Pedrito. You are not a bad dad or husband, so knock it off with that.”

Pedro sniffled as he held his son’s head in his hands, rubbing his thumb over his son’s cheek. “He’s so beautiful.”

“He looks just like you, Pedro.” You smile and kiss his cheek. He looks at you and kisses you softly.

“Eeeewwww!” Eliana exclaims and you laugh, grabbing her from behind Pedro and tickling her while giving her kisses and she giggled.

Pedro looked at you playing with Ellie and his eyes welled again. He didn’t want to miss another one of these beautiful memories. He waited his whole life for these moments, and he’ll never let them slip away ever again.

[l0v3morales]

Can you do a dark Yandere earth 42 miles morales fic? If not that’s ok :)

𝗦��𝗮𝘆 𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗠𝗲

❁𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: 𝗧𝗼𝘅𝗶𝗰, 𝗣𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲, 𝗬𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲, 𝗠𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗽𝘂𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗠𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀.

❁𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗘𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝟰𝟮 𝗠𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗠. 𝘅 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿.

❁𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗲: 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁!

❁𝗣𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟮ೃ⁀➷https://www.tumblr.com

You were lost in your thoughts until a text message from your phone caught your attention.

???

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘨𝘰𝘸𝘯.

𝘠𝘰𝘶

𝘛𝘧, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴?

???

𝘕𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳. 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

Suddenly the door bell rings, making your heart race. This must be one of your friends playing some kind of sick joke on you, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵? But just how did 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 know what you were wearing?

You open the blinds, to your relief there's no one outside. 𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, there is a gift box. It's a pretty box tied with a ribbon that's your favorite color. You open the door quickly, and snatch the box and locking the door after shutting it.

Your eyes widen as you open the box, 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱'𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗼𝘅. You quickly call the police, thankfully before they arrive nothing else happens.

Unfortunately for you, the police can't find anything. The killer was quick and smart. As shaken up as you are, you still have to go to school.

As soon as you arrive at school, you see your best friend, Miles. Without hesitation, you quickly run into his arms and start uncontrollably sobbing.

"M-Miles, i'm scared!"

"Shh, shh, it's okay mi amor, 𝗶'𝗱 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂."

You fail to notice the adoring and possessive look in his half lidded eyes, as he wipes the tears from your face.

As the day goes on, you start to calm down. To your relief, a nice attractive guy comes up to you, in efforts to comfort you.

"Hey Y/N, I heard about what happened to your boyfriend... I'm sorry."

"Oh yeah..It's okay, thank you."

"If you need anyone, i'll always be here for you." He embraces you in a hug, stroking your hair.

"Thank you so much, it really means a lot to me." Your face heats up, as he cups your cheek and kisses your forehead.

"It's no problem, really. See you around?"

"Yeah, of course." A genuine smile lights up your face, as you watch him walk away.

???

𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘺? 𝘐𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

𝘠𝘰𝘶

𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶? 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

???

𝘈𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

𝘠𝘰𝘶

𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦.

???

𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘠/𝘕, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵.

You just turn off your phone in hopes that your stalker will just leave you alone. When you arrive home, you can't help but feel anxious. To help yourself feel better, you turn on the TV.

A pit forms in your stomach, when you see the boy you talked to earlier on the TV, 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱. You feel like you're going to throw up, you can't keep doing this.

You think of who could help comfort you, immediately your friend, Miles comes to mind. You quickly call his phone, and as quick as you call he picks up.

"Hey, ma. What's up?"

"Miles, I-.. I'm really scared, could you please come over?"

"Of course, I'll be there as soon as I can. Might be a a couple mins tho, 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗶'𝗺 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝗹 𝗯𝘂𝘀𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘄."

"Oh yeah that's fine, thank you Miles."

"Yeah no problem, mi amor."

"Byeee!"

"Bye, see you soon."

You can't help but wonder what he's busy with at this time, but that doesn't matter. You just really appreciate that he's coming over for you. No matter what, 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗆𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

After a while, you hear a knock on your door. With excitement, you quickly rush to open the door for Miles.

"Miles! Thank you so much for coming." You breath out, immediately greeting him with a hug.

"𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳." He quickly hugs you back, lost in your touch. While embracing him, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁.

"M-Miles.."

"What is it, muñeca?"

"Why the hell do you have blood on you?" While using this time to scan him, you also notice blood on his hands.

"𝘕𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳." The text. That's exactly something 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘳 had said. Shaken up, you quickly back away from him.

"Get the hell away from me." Your tone is demanding, as you glare at him. You grab your phone to call 911, but before you can dial the number 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬.

You wake up with your head hurting, you slowly open your eyes. You panic as you realize your tied up, it all quickly comes back to you. Your eyes meet with Miles, your heart races as you seen him in the prowler suit. You want to scream and cry, although you are unable to as there's tape over your mouth as well.

"Sorry mi amor, couldn't have you telling on me, now could I? You're gorgeous muñeca, couldn't tell anyone else put their filthy hands on you. But I don't have to worry about that now, after all... You're going to 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗲, forever."

[melancholyghoul]

another snippet !! this one for a 4alarmfire fic i am working on ~

wc: 1081 [so far]

r: explicit

Carlos and TK were on their couch. The room was coated in a blue glow emanating from the ignored TV. They had sat down to watch something, dressed in their pyjamas (TK in one of his boyfriend's light grey hoodies and black boxers, Carlos in a pair of blue plaid bottoms and a tight black t-shirt), but couldn't find anything worthwhile. Carlos ended up picking up a book from the end table next to him, TK laid his head on Carlos' shoulder, arms wrapped around his left one, hand resting on his knee. All of a sudden, TK erupted in a sweet symphonic giggle.

'What's tickled you so bad?' Carlos chuckled at him.

'Oh, It's nothing, just something Buck sent me.' He grinned at his phone in his hand, Carlos felt so warm whenever he saw that smile.

'That firefighter you met during the wildfires?' He asked, 'You sure do speak to him a lot, mi vida.'

'No I don't!' He scoffed light-heartedly, 'I speak to him a totally normal amount.'

Carlos smiled, 'Even if you did, you light up whenever you do. You get that twinkle in your eye, redness in your cheeks…' He looked at him with insistence, all he got in response was a confused look, 'you like him Tyler.'

TK sat up straight and swallowed a lump in his throat, is that what this was? The jokes and the late night conversations? Oh my God… they were flirting, 'I-I love you, Carlos.' He stated, Carlos just laughed.

'I didn't say you didn't.' He raised a hand to TK's cheek, 'What I am saying is that you are totally into this…' He picked up TK's phone, seeing Buck's Instagram profile, a picture of him in the gym flexing his bicep - a cheeky smile on his pink lips, slight blonde waves danced on his forehead, 'very attractive LA firefighter who seems to make you laugh, and smile, and blush the way I do.' He scrolls through more messages between them, it is full of flirty responses and stupid jokes, but also genuine divulgence. They shared a lot with each other, more than average 'totally normal' friends do, 'Tell me what you think of him. And be totally honest.'

TK moved to sit cross legged, facing Carlos, who moved one leg up onto the couch to face him back. His hands fidgeted in his lap and sighed, 'Buck is just… so sweet. He's thoughtful, he always messages me about things that I like and loves to share random facts. We've talked about everything, he's told me about his firehouse family - the 118; he told me about growing up in Pennsylvania, about his travels.' TK chuckled, 'He's also totally in love with his best friend and doesn't realise it.' He softened, 'He's smart, and selfless. He's been through a lot, like we have. And I can't not mention how gorgeous he is. He has these big blue eyes and adorable wavy blonde curls - you know how I love curly hair.' He runs his hands through Carlos', 'His shoulders and chest are broad, strong hands, I honestly think that if I was in a room with the two of you - I wouldn't survive.'

Carlos loved seeing his boyfriend happy. He knows he can sometimes get jealous, but not when it's so genuine like this. Maybe possessive is more the word for it. Anyone under his care and love should only get the best treatment - TK and anyone else. He knew that whatever he felt about Buck didn't mean he didn't also feel it for him as well, the two can coexist. From what TK has told him, he believed he could probably feel the same if he got to know him more. He also wasn't going to deny that the idea of adding another person to their life (and bedroom) was intriguing to him.

'So you've thought about it…' Carlos nodded his head forward, raising an accusatory eyebrow. TK's face grew very red, his eyes widening.

'W-what? I-I mean…' He stuttered, Carlos moved his hands, one to caress his shoulder, the other gripped his chin, insisting, 'Yes. Maybe. O-once or twice.'

Carlos pressed a sweet kiss to his lips, 'Just him? Or all three of us?' He asked, trailing his hands down to TK's thighs. He started to kiss down his jaw.

'B-both of you.' He breathed as Carlos sucked on his skin.

He turned TK around and pulled him onto his lap. He snaked his arms around his boyfriend's waist, hugging him closer as he whispered into the nape of his neck, 'Why don't you tell me about it?' He kissed down his shoulder, pulling at the fabric of TK's hoodie to get him to take it off. TK then relaxed against him, breathing unsteady, as Carlos roamed his hands around his naked torso, sneaking little bites across his frame.

'I, u-uh…' TK moaned, to embarrassed to say the contents of his fantasies aloud.

'Hmmm, maybe I should guess,' Carlos hummed against his skin, 'Do you want to kiss his lips and taste his tongue while you feel me suck and bruise your skin like I am right now? Stuck in-between two strong men, he reaches his hand down to stroke your cock while I grind against your ass, huh?' TK whimpered and reached his hand up to caress Carlos' hair. Carlos brought a hand down to his crotch to rub against the growing tent in his underwear. TK rocked his hips, 'Or maybe, you're riding me, feeling my hands grip your hips as he fucks your mouth, baby?'

'All of it, please.' TK whined.

'What if I cuffed you against the headboard like you like,' Carlos tucked his hand below the waistband of his boxers, 'You're laying on the bed, exposed, but you can only watch as I make-out with the other man of your fantasies.'

'God, Carlos,' TK breathed, 'I didn't think you'd be so into this.'

To be honest, neither did he, but after weeks of TK talking about this firefighter and occasionally letting his more unsavoury thoughts slip, his mind had started to wander. He liked where it was travelling.

Carlos simply growled in response, pulling TK out of his underwear, rubbing his thumb across his tip. He whined against his touch, he loved how vocal he was. He believed he was so talented in bed, and he's more than willing to share his gifts. He brought his hand to his mouth and coated it in saliva.

[poppy-in-the-woods]

Headcanons for Noah dating a woman that has Spanish as her mother tongue (whether she's from LATAM or Spain, I tried to keep it vague enough that either fits) because I need to daydream.

He's trying to learn some Spanish because he knows you miss it and you like to hear it, especially during lovemaking.

You swear a lot. When you're angry, when you're happy, when you hurt yourself... he's trying to learn the nuances of each case.

Your accent gets thicker when you're angry, but he thinks it's sexy. He gets a very confused boner when you direct your anger at him.

"Que me des como a cajón que no cierra, te digo!" "What?" "Ok, what's the equivalent... bang me like a screen door in a hurricane!" "Oh. With pleasure"

Watching TV from your homecountry together. He finds it really funny watching more or less the same cartoons as he did, but in Spanish. "They all sound so weird!"

He asks you about the meaning of random words in Spanish. You tell them that's not from your country, that's slang from this other Spanish speaking country. "So you don't know what that means?" "Yes, I know, but if I don't, that's what I have the Panhispanic Dictionary for" "The what?" "El Diccionario Panhispánico de Dudas, amor. That fat book over there? You can access it on the internet too"

Him researching about your country's culture and trying to cook traditional dishes.

If someone makes fun of your accent or treats you like you're dumb because of it, he's so ready to throw hands! "Do you know how smart she's in Spanish??" and "Her English is not perfect because she speaks two languages, you only speak one and you can't even get it right, asshole"

"Mi amorrrr"

[elvensorceress]

fucking friday? 

promised @shortsighted-owl and @astronaut-karenwilson a snippet so 👀

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from chapter 17 (three ish scenes left to write??? it’s almost there!)

In the morning, Buck is quieter than usual but mostly seems like himself. He does stare at Chris like he’s terrified Chris might collapse any moment. Eddie makes a point to stay close and wrap around him and shower him with extra affection. It makes Buck melt a little more and more each time with every tiny kiss and every hug and all the ways Eddie rubs his back and his neck and seeks out his hand until their fingers are threaded together. 

Buck almost puts off his dinner with Maddie because he seems reluctant to stop being plastered to Eddie’s side. But Eddie pulls up the recent pictures Maddie sent to Buck and reminds him of the little girl who misses her uncle, and Buck changes his mind. 

Eddie kisses his cheek at the door and Buck promises to text when he’s at Maddie and Chimney’s house. 

When Eddie closes the door behind him and turns around, Chris is in the middle of the living room with that suspicious, calculating look on his face. 

“Dad,” he says in his most serious but also concerned tone. The one he sometimes uses when Eddie teases him about vibe checks and #Moods and yeeting things, and Chris tells him he’s so embarrassing. 

But that’s part of the whole fun of it. 

Eddie raises an eyebrow at him. “Christopher.”

It earns him an eye roll and a rather whiny, very teenage rendition of, “Daaaad.”

“Yes, mijo, mi vida, mi cielo,” he says and can only think of Pepa when he does. She loves to do the same. Edmundo, mi amor, mi conejito being her most recent and most favorite. Eddie goes over to the TV and digs out controllers and a selection of video games instead of waiting for an answer. “You want to play something with me?”

Chris holds onto the arm of the couch with one hand and puts the other on his side near his hip. “No. You’re trying to distract me. We need to talk.”

Eddie sets down the games but puts the controllers on the coffee table not far out of reach, and then takes a seat on the sofa. He pats the spot beside him and waits for Chris to join him before he asks, “What do we need to talk about?” 

He receives a look like Eddie should know exactly what, but Chris answers anyway. “You and Buck.”

Eddie’s stomach tenses but he tries not to let anything show. “What about us?”

“You like him.”

Eddie bites his tongue and purses his lips. “Of course I like him. He’s our Buck. He’s our best friend.”

“No, Dad. I mean you like him like him. Like you want to date him because you like him.”

Yeah, Eddie was well aware what he meant. 

“Or you’re already dating him? Are you dating Buck? Is that why he’s living here? Because you’re all flirty and kissy and you call him cute. And you share a bedroom. Like parents do. Like ones who are married. Is that what’s going on?”

God, how can he even begin to explain all of it. Especially when he’s stuck on the fact that his son knows the definition of the word flirty because he’s supposed to be seven and he’s not supposed to know things like that. 

Except he’s not seven, he’s nearly thirteen and he’s always been far, far too smart for Eddie. “No. We’re not technically dating.”

Chris’ eyes narrow and he turns even more suspicious. “Are you just— are you doing it? Is that what it is?” 

Okay. Okay, no. No, Eddie is not prepared for that. Questions about his sex life or lack thereof are bad enough coming from anyone else he knows. But from his son? His not even teenage son? Jesus Christ. 

“No, Chris. We’re not.” He gets up off the couch and doesn’t know what to do or where to go, just that he wants to run and this is not a conversation they should have. He takes a few steps back and forth in front of the coffee table and puts his hands on his hips. “Why are you asking about this?”

“Because, Dad.” Chris makes frustrated gestures with both hands. “You don’t tell me these things. And I should know. I am old enough to know. If you are dating someone, they could be my stepparent. It’s part of my life, too. So, I need to know. You said you weren’t going to date anymore because Miss Flores had to leave and Raúl did, too. But now Raúl is around again? And you and Buck act like you’re married. And I don’t know what is going on but I don’t like losing people and I don’t know what we would do without Buck but I should get to know what is going on.”

[koushikrockboy]

Mi Q1 (75 inch) QLED Ultra HD (4K) Smart Android TV

[diazsdimples]

The final chapter of this fic and honestly, I might cry, I'm gonna miss it so much

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“Buck. Buck, wake up.” Buck awoke to Eddie gently nudging his side and blinked blearily around the room, catching his bearings. A quick check of his alarm clock told him it was 7am and far too early to be awake. “Whassamatter” he slurred sleepily. “It’s your son’s birthday” Eddie replied, his voice laced with amusement and Buck shot up as if he’d been poked with a live wire. “That’s today” he said as he threw back the covers, suddenly full of energy. “I gotta go get him!” Eddie watched as Buck launched himself out of bed and hurried towards Aidan’s nursey. He followed behind Buck and couldn’t help but smile as he watched Buck gently lift Aidan’s sleeping form out of his crib. “Good morning, my little man, guess what day it is!” Buck whispered excitedly. He settled himself into the rocking chair and began to gently rock back and forth as he stroked Aidan’s cheek. The little boy stirred in Buck’s arms and yawned widely, rubbing his eyes before blinking up at his dad. “It’s your birthday today!” Buck ran his fingers through Aidan’s hair as he spoke. “You’re one! A whole year old! You’re such a big, smart boy. And today is going to be so much fun, Aunt Maddie and Uncle Chim are going to come over, along with Auntie Hen and Auntie Karen, and Auntie Athena and Uncle Bobby. And some of the kids from daycare will come over too and we’ll have a big party and then Papa, Christopher and I are going to take you to the beach!” Buck’s excitement was contagious, and Eddie couldn’t help but smile as he watched his boyfriend talk so animatedly with their son. Aidan was waking up a bit more and spotted Eddie watching them from the door. “Papa” he said as he held his arms out, asking for Eddie to take him. Eddie obligingly crossed the room and scooped the boy into his arms, kissing his nose. “Happy birthday, mi hijo”. Aidan, still a little sleepy, tucked his head into Eddie’s shoulder and let out a contented sigh

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