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hyruling · 11 hours ago

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buddie prompt finale eve here we go 45. feeling their temperature 🥺

Eddie’s hot.

Which, okay. That’s like saying Maddie is his sister, or Christopher is the best kid in the world, or Chim is an annoying brother in law. Objectively true, directly observable statements of fact.

But Eddie’s hot. Like, sweating all over Buck under two blankets hot. And normally, as a cold-natured person, Buck would be very into that. But he can feel sweat soaking through the two layers of Eddie’s t-shirt and Buck’s hoodie, pressed together as they are in the center of Buck’s bed. A new development in his life as Eddie’s roommate that he is handling very normally, by the way.

“Eddie,” Buck whispers in the quiet.

Eddie doesn’t stir. Buck reaches over him, trapped by Eddie’s head on his chest, and checks Eddie’s phone — three thirty-two in the morning. They have to be up for a shift in two and a half hours.

“Eddie,” Buck tries again, nudging him with his shoulder, but he’s still dead to the world. He hates to wake him from such a deep slumber — he tries to gently roll him off instead but Eddie clings, the way he tends to do in his sleep. A fact Buck is intimately familiar with after a month of sharing a bed.

“Hey,” Buck murmurs, and switches tactics. He gently pushes Eddie’s sweaty hair off his forehead and mutters his name again. Briefly, he wonders if he forgot to turn the air down before bed, but he can hear it blowing above their heads along with the fan. Eddie is a white noise snob, insists on keeping the fan and air purifier both on all night. He claims it drowns out Buck’s snoring, usually with a teasing lilt in his voice that drives him crazy, but honestly, he has a point. Buck’s never slept better.

Eddie finally stirs after Buck strokes his hair for a minute, snuffling into Buck’s neck with his eyes still closed. “‘S matter?”

“Nothing, it’s just a little hot in here. I’m gonna go turn the air down.”

“No,” Eddie says, voice pitched in an uncharacteristic whine. He wraps a sweaty thigh around Buck’s, effectively trapping him even further. “‘M cold.”

“You’re cold?” Buck asks incredulously. “You’re sweating Eddie.”

Eddie just groans, mashing his face against Buck’s neck, and it’s then that he can feel how warm Eddie’s face is.

“Hey, c’mere.”

He’s still half asleep himself, can barely muster the energy needed to manhandle a sleepy and slightly combative Eddie, but he manages to maneuver him around enough to lay a hand on his forehead. It’s hot, fever hot, and Buck is abruptly wide awake.

“Eddie, hey. I think you have a fever.”

“‘Kay,” Eddie mumbles.

“No, hey, don’t go back to sleep. We need to get some Tylenol in you, and some water.”

“‘M fine, Buck, lemme sleep.”

“I will, I promise, you just—you gotta let me get some medicine in you, okay?”

“Ugh,” Eddie groans. “Fine.”

He releases his grip on Buck, who scrambles out of bed, nearly tripping over the jeans he didn’t manage to get into the hamper earlier. He makes a pit stop in the kitchen for a bottle of water. In the bathroom, he grabs Tylenol and wets a washcloth, then returns to the bedroom to see Eddie curled into a ball under the comforter, shivering.

“Hey, sit up for me, okay?” Buck says. He perches on the sheets next to him and rubs his thumb over Eddie’s collarbone.

Eddie obeys with a little more gentle coaxing, eyes glazed and exhausted when he finally opens them. Buck gets him to swallow the Tylenol and presses the cool washcloth against his forehead. Eddie grunts appreciatively and downs nearly the rest of the water without Buck even nagging him.

“Throat hurts,” Eddie rasps, handing the bottle back. His shirt is soaked in sweat.

“Yeah, you’re sick bud. Think you caught that bug Jamison had last week.”

Eddie giggles for some reason, and says, “Bud. Bug. ‘S almost the same word.”

And Buck — normally, Buck would laugh with him. Would tease out more delirious ramblings, and secretly delight in how cute he is any time his inhibitions are lowered. But right now, after everything, all he can feel is a dull sort of panic climbing its way up his throat, making it hard to breathe.

“Yeah, that’s true,” Buck says with an uneasy chuckle. “Hey, why don’t you—”

“You’re my bud,” Eddie continues, poking Buck in the chest. His eyes are half-lidded, glinted with mischief, and he grins crookedly at Buck. “My—my bud bug. My bed bug, ha.”

His heart gives a helpless little tug, made worse by Eddie dragging his finger down Buck’s chest and curling possessively in the pocket of his hoodie. “Okay, Eddie. You’re pretty out of it, I think maybe I need to take you to an urgent care.”

“Nooo, it’s just a fever,” Eddie protests, tugging at Buck’s hoodie. “I can sleep it off.”

“Eddie—”

“No. Our deductible is like. Stupid high, bug, I can’t afford it right now.”

Buck is momentarily comforted that he can think about his deductible while in this state, but that bug nags at him. Almost as much as it sends heat flooding into his cheeks.

“My name’s Buck, Eddie.”

“I know that, Evan,” Eddie snarks, and at the rate Eddie’s nickname and full-naming him, Buck’s gonna have to call an ambulance for himself. “I’m not that far gone. Can I go to sleep now?”

“Let me at least call Hen—”

“Don’t bother Hen,” Eddie insists. “It’s the middle of the night, and I’m a medic. I think I would know if I was dying.”

“It didn’t—”

Buck cuts himself off. He can’t lay this on Eddie tonight, when he’s half asleep and zonked from fever. But Eddie latches on like a tick, eyes suddenly sharp, and the hand tucked in Buck’s pocket wraps around his wrist instead.

“Didn’t what?”

“Nothing,” Buck says. “C’mon, lay back down.”

“Buck,” Eddie says firmly, shockingly so. “We aren’t doing that again. Talk to me.”

“In the morning,” Buck tries, but Eddie shakes his head, presses his fingers into Buck’s pulse point.

“Buck.”

Buck sighs, knows Eddie won’t get any rest until Buck explains himself.

“It’s just. Bobby, he didn’t—he didn’t die in a fire, or in a rescue, he—he got sick. And I know, I know it’s not the same thing, you’re not—but I just. I don’t know. It’s dragging up some—some shit, I guess. I can’t lose anyone else. Especially not—”

He snaps his mouth shut with a click, but it’s too late. He’s laid himself bare, and for a moment he desperately hopes Eddie won’t remember this in the morning.

Eddie stares at him, mouth set in a small frown. The hand on his wrist squeezes, a gentle and grounding pressure against his thundering heartbeat. Eddie must be able to feel it, but he just strokes his thumb softly over Buck’s hand and says, “You’re right, it’s not the same. I’m okay, Buck. I’ll be okay. I promise.”

“I know,” Buck says. I’m going to make sure of it this time, he doesn’t. “But you’re a notoriously bad patient, so you need to trust me.”

Eddie chuckles, then coughs, a rough sound that makes Eddie wince. “Says the guy who wanted to come back to work a week after literally dying.”

“It was two weeks.”

Eddie waves a hand. His eyes are drooping again, and he shivers a bit. “Semantics.”

“Okay, come on. Let’s change your shirt and get you back to sleep. I’ll call Hen in the morning, tell her we’re not coming in.”

Eddie grumbles a bit about Buck not needing to take time off just for him, but Buck can tell his heart’s not really in it. Buck tugs off his shirt and grabs the first clean one he finds, which happens to be one of his. Not that either of them are paying all that much attention to that kind of detail anymore, another facet of his new living situation that he refuses to look at directly. He gets Eddie into it and makes him finish the bottle of water before he all but collapses back onto the pillows.

Buck climbs back in on his side, pulls the comforter up over Eddie’s shoulders when he starts shaking again. Eddie shuffles close like he’s going to koala himself around Buck again, but hesitates at the last second.

“I can—sleep on the couch,” Eddie offers around a jaw-cracking yawn. “Don’t wanna get you sick.”

“Oh, yeah, actually, would you mind?” Buck teases, just to see the look of shock and betrayal that passes over Eddie’s face. He doesn’t disappoint — Buck laughs, and Eddie swears in Spanish under his breath.

“It’s rude to tease a sick person, you know,” he says, then tucks himself back against Buck’s side, head pillowed on his chest

Buck snorts and pulls Eddie closer. “It’s too late anyway. I’m sure I’ll be right behind you.”

Eddie hums, drawls, “I’ll take care of you. If you are.”

Buck closes his eyes, and pretends the warmth spreading through him is from Eddie’s overheated skin. “You always do.”

He checks Eddie’s forehead again, and Eddie mutters sleepily, “Y’know, lips are a better measure of body temperature than hands.”

Buck stills, heart in his throat. “That so?” he croaks.

Eddie nods, jaw digging in Buck’s clavicle. “More sens’tive. I’m a medic, I would know.”

“Guess you would,” Buck manages with a soft chuckle. He wishes he had brought another bottle of water to bed, throat suddenly parched.

“So? What’s the verdict?” Eddie mumbles with a shoulder nudge, hanging onto consciousness by a thread.

And Buck, unable to deny Eddie anything in the best of circumstances, twists his neck and presses his lips to Eddie’s forehead. Eddie sighs, and Buck would swear he leans into it, gives Buck no choice but to let his mouth linger over the dry, overwarm skin. Eddie’s hair tickles his nose — he can smell their shampoo and a faint hint of sweat, and breathes him in while he can.

“Still sick,” Buck declares, lips brushing Eddie’s forehead. “Go to sleep.”

He doesn’t respond, and Buck thinks maybe he’s finally drifted off. But just as he’s about to fall asleep himself, Eddie noses at Buck’s neck and murmurs, “Thanks, bug,” close to his ear.

It’s almost worth the misery of the weeklong cold he catches, just for that.

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#my fic #buddie fic #911 abc #drabbles #yay for one more roommates fic before we get the real thing 🙏🏼#THANK U ANON how did you know that i adore sickfic. anyway enjoy this cheese on this buddie eve eve ❣️#also i’m so sorry bobby is dead in this again but unfortunately i love angst. im still an alive bobby warrior tho

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neeeooon · 15 hours ago

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Hii can you plz do itoshi Siblings Toddler little sister!

yes ofc! i love writing big brother rin hes so silly

big brother duty

itoshi brothers having to watch their little sister.. again. crack. slight injury (nothing graphic). don't ask the itoshis to babysit

“absolutely not.”

“i’m not asking.”

“i don’t care.”

“ooey.”

rin and sae turned their heads toward their little sister, who was sitting on the floor looking up at them with stars in her eyes. “ooey!”

“i’m not watching those lukewarm cartoons with her,” rin doubled down, scowling at his bored-looking brother.

sae only propped a hand on his hip. “our parents dropped her on you, not me. taking care of her is your problem this time, little brother.”

the brothers were home for the holidays, their first time back together in months, when their parents suddenly announced that they’d be traveling all vacation long and needed the boys to watch over their sister for the week. when sae refused quicker than rin, the responsibility fell to him.

when he looked down at his sister, he didn’t feel like an older brother. he’d been the youngest his entire life, and neither he nor sae expected that to change until two years ago.

their sister crawled forward and reached for rin’s pant leg. “knee!”

rin couldn’t bring himself to shake her off. “that sounds nothing like ‘rin’.”

as sae internally snickered, his lip inching ever so slightly upward, the toddler pointed at him and screamed, “eye!”

“great. we’re eye and knee. all she needs is a ‘wall’ and she’ll know how to tell us she loves us in chinese.”

sae rubbed his forehead. “i hate you so much right now.”

despite his promise to keep away and let rin handle it, sae ended up helping out more than he wanted. when their sister refused to sleep, they propped her up between them to watch soccer reruns in the living room.

during a commercial, rin found himself staring down at the toddler. "think if we passed a ball to her, she'd kick it?"

sae gave him a tired, glazed-over look. "you want to kick a ball at our toddler sister?"

"depends on if you think she'd kick it or not."

sae's brow quirked in curiosity.

ten minutes later, the brothers were trying to console their screaming sister after accidentally kicking the ball a little too high... and hard.

"i told you that was a bad idea!" sae scolded after covering one of his sister's ears with his hand and pressing the other ear against his chest so that his voice wouldn't hurt her ears.

rin stared at him, baffled. "we both agreed that it would be cool! plus, you're the one who told me to aim higher!"

"i didn't mean at her head!"

"mom's going to kill us," rin groaned as he continued to dab at the small cut on his sister's lip. her loud sobs had calmed into heavy sniffles as she rubbed her cheek against sae’s button-up. her face was red and puffy, eyes still wet with tears. neither brother would admit it, but the sight broke their hearts.

“we’re sorry,” rin mumbled as he dragged a hand through his dark hair. “so… stop crying. or else we won’t get you any ice cream.”

sae fixed their sister’s dress before pulling her face away from his tear and snot stained shirt. he grimaced. “thanks for that.”

in reply, the toddler flashed a gummy smile. “eye!”

“yeah, yeah. ice cream?”

“eye!”

#requested!#blue lock #bllk #blue lock oneshot #bllk oneshot #itoshi rin #itoshi sae #blue lock rin #blue lock sae #bllk rin #bllk sae #blue lock itoshi rin #rin oneshot #rin itoshi #sae itoshi #sae oneshot #blue lock itoshi sae #itoshi brothers

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0deathpainting0 · 3 days ago

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i got u

jinwoo sung x f!reader

summary: babying jinwoo after a mining assignment

warnings: 18+ swearing, minor injuries, bathing?, handjob, fingering, p in v, some overstim, raw, creampie

a/n: so i think everyone should watch solo leveling ok! n e ways i do think this man would also be soft and whiny but ofc there’s that switch that flips 🤤

w/c: 2.8k

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Jinwoo still took mining assignments weekly for two main reasons.. Maybe three.

The first reason was so he could continue to stash money. Sure he makes more than enough now but he’ll never forget that constant struggle to pay medical bills and save for his sister's tuition. Never again would he live like that or allow his family or you to live like that. So regardless of his skill or rank or how much he had saved he would show up with his head low and grab an axe before heading in with the crew.

The next reason he took the mining assignments was because of the ego boost he received when he was noticed. The way their axe would fall to the ground as they looked up at him. From the hunter that was made fun of to this always makes his mind spin. He would offer them a smile before turning back and hammering his axe down into the crystal. Once he harvested all he could he would bid them farewell and make his way home to you.

Which leads to the last reason, your doting hands and whispered hisses of being more careful. He would swing the axe a little more recklessly than needed and scrape up his hands. He would fall to the ground to collect the crystals with more force than necessary to allow small bruises to blossom by the time he got home. Now he wasn’t a sadist.. Well.. He wasn’t inflicting these things to himself for nothing. He did it for the extra tenderness you showed him when he would get home.

The moment he opens the door you jump off the couch and run over to him. He leans down for a kiss but you push his chest back to assess him. You tsk at his hands and look lower and see the new holes in the knees of his pants. You look up at him with narrowed eyes and he offers you a sheepish smile. You grab his wrist and start to tug him into the bathroom. You start the bath and turn to him with a pout.

“Are you okay?” you look him over again and he nods his head. “Nothing serious?” you and him both know that he would’ve taken something if it would have been life threatening.

“No.” he shakes his head, stepping closer to you.

“What kind of bubbles do you want?” you watch as he starts to pout.

“I want a kiss.” he leans down.

“Bath first.” you warn but he keeps inching down.

“Think a kiss from you would cure me.” he hovers his face an inch from yours. You press your lips to his quickly and pull back watching his eyes darken. “That was barely a kiss.”

“What kind of bubbles?” you hum, turning to rummage through the drawer.

“You gonna take a bath with me?” you can’t help but lean back into him as he comes behind you and wraps his arms around you.

“No.” you grab out a bottle of soap and duck under his arm to make your way back to the tub. You pour it into the running water to help it mix and try to hold back your laughter at his over dramatic sigh.

“Why?” he whines and you turn to him with raised brows.

“Cause I gotta clean you up and put bandaids on you.” he tosses his head back. “And the last time I did, you kept distracting me.” you turn off the bath water and nod for him to get in.

“Will you help me take my clothes off?” his tone still has a hint of a whine in it.

“You are such a baby.” you walk over to him and start to push up his shirt. He watches you flush as he pulls his shirt over his head. He starts to grab at your shirt with a soft smirk. “Take off your pants while I grab the bandaids.” you pry his fingers off and place a small kiss on one of his bruised knuckles before walking over to the drawers again.

“But you’re gonna miss the best part.” he chuckles and you turn around.

“I’m watching.” you blink at him from across the bathroom and he watches you try to fight the smile blooming across your face.

“Want me to give you a little show?” he starts to fumble with his belt and lets it drop to the ground. “Don’t look at me with that face.” he slowly unbuttons his pants and slowly starts to pull them down. You hum and nod at him to keep going. “Oh no.. my knees hurt so bad.” you watch the corners of his mouth twitch up. “Can you help me?”

“Jinwoo,” you sigh, dragging yourself over to him.

“Please,” he grabs your hands. “Your touch is so soft.” he pushes his bottom lip out. You hook your fingers onto his pants and start to sink to the ground with them. You pat his calf and he steps out of his pants. “Fuck,” a shiver trails up his spine as you kiss his already bruising knees.

“These too.” you hum and let your fingertips brush against the hem of his briefs.

“Yeah,” he clears his throat and hooks his thumbs into the waistband. You grab the material once he lowers it enough and you look up at him and see his pink cheeks as you pull them the rest of the way down. “I uh.. I think I need a kiss there too.” he cups your jaw.

“Get in the bath, Jinwoo.” you raise your eyebrows starting to rise from the floor. “I‘m gonna go put a towel in the dryer to warm up for you.”

He turns and steps into the steaming water as you start to grab the bandaids and cleaner before taking the towel to the dryer. He lets out a low groan as he’s wrapped in warmth and sweet smells. He lets his eyes close the lower he sinks into the water. You silently walk back over to his side and kneel down next to the tub and begin to run your fingers through his hair. He pouts when you remove your hand to grab one of his and start to gently clean his knuckles.

“Funny that you can come home from big missions without a scratch on you but a mining assignment turns you into a baby.” you muse as you grab his other hand.

“‘m sorry.” he mumbles, absorbed in your touch.

“You don’t have to be.” you glance at his relaxed face. “Knees up I wanna make sure you didn’t get any dirt in the scratches.” you smile when he shifts, allowing his knees to poke out of the water.

You and him both know he’s perfectly fine. You caught onto his antics by the third week but to be honest you didn’t mind because you enjoyed seeing him so relaxed. It gave you an excuse to outright worship him and gave him the feeling of calm as you brushed over his skin.

“So what’s my diagnosis?” you look up at his face and see his soft smile. “Am I dying?”

“Nothing a couple hello kitty bandaids and kisses won’t fix.” you reach up and brush his hair back. “Nothing else hurts?” you slide your hand down and rub your thumb across his cheek.

“No.” he leans into your hand.

“Mm,” you hum. “I expected a different response.”

“Oh,” he nods, catching on. “Yeah.” he looks at you with lidded eyes. “Just get in the tub with me.” he offers you a soft pout. You rise on your knees and lean closer to him and press your lips to his. He shifts and goes to grab your waist to pull you in with him.

“Once you’re out of the tub.” you mumble against his lips as you press a hand to his chest. He sinks back into the water never letting your lips part from him for too long. “Tell me where it hurts, Jinwoo.” your hand on his chest starts to slide lower.

“Keep going.” his words breathy. “Yeah, lil bit lower.” he cracks his eyes open as your hand dips below the water and he pulls back slightly to watch.

“Here?” you tilt your head as your fingers wrap around his cock.

“Yeah.” he nods his head quickly.

“Yeah?” you hum as you brush your thumb over his tip.

His hips jerk and you smile leaning closer to him and pressing your lips against his again. You leisurely stroke him while you let your tongue slowly push into his mouth. You quicken your movements and he moans into your mouth. You dip your head lower to kiss and softly bite across his neck and you feel him twitch in your hand. He’s completely melted into your touch and can’t get enough.

“I’m..” he groans as you tighten your grip. “You’re so fuckin good to me.” his voice like gravel. “Don’t think I’m gonna last..” and that whiny string of words is exactly why you don’t mind the mining assignments either.

“S’okay, just relax.” you mumble against his skin.

“You always know exactly how to- “ he gasps when your hand sinks lower to cup his balls before sliding back up his length. “Fuck.” he pants.

He can’t stop his hips from jerking into your hand and trying to keep his mouth shut only makes the noises coming out more guttural. The water is sloshing slightly and you can help but to lean back and watch his face twist in pleasure. His stomach coils as your hand moves faster and the way you brush your thumb against his tip. You watch his chest heave and he leans closer to you to press his lips to yours.

“Fuck, I-“ he lets out a low groan as his hips desperately jerk into your hand as his pleasure washes through him.

“Are you feeling better?” you press soft kisses across his face as you slowly pull your hand out of the water.

“Wanna take you to bed.” he leans back and looks at you with dark eyes.

“I‘m gonna go get your towel.” he watches you stand up. “Then it’s bandaid time.” you toss over your shoulder as you go to get his towel.

He stands and starts draining the tub not wanting to waste any more time than necessary. After grabbing the bandaids he starts to walk to the room when you stop him in the doorway.

“You’re gonna get water everywhere.” you huff and wrap the towel around him trying to dry him off before wrapping it around his waist.

“I don’t want this.” he starts to tug at the towel. “Just gonna take it off anyway.” he lets it drop. He watches your cheeks flush as you lead him over to the bed. “Let’s skip the bandaids tonight.”

“Jinwoo-

“Then can I just like put it in until you're done?” your eyes widen. “I’ll be good.” the corners of his mouth turn up.

“Then lay back.” you nod at the bed.

“Well lemme get you ready.” he smirks starting to pull up your shirt. He watches your skin pebble as you look up at him. “These too.” he hums and hooks his fingers into your panties.

“Take them off then.” you suck in your breath as his finger trails up your covered slit.

“Did I get you wet from my bath?” he tilts his head and he presses into the dampened fabric. “Hm?” a small whimper slips past your lips as he dips his finger below your panties.

“Ye- yeah,” you grab onto his arms as he swirls your bud.

“No bandaids tonight.” he mumbles, moving his finger down to your core.

“Yes banda- ahh,” you press your head to his chest as he pushes his finger into you. “Jinwoo,” he smirks as you rock against his hand.

“Yes?” he presses another finger into you and you let out a soft cry. “What was that?” he smiles listening to you struggle to find your words. He opens his mouth to say something when you wrap one of your hands around his cock again and he groans instead.

“Want you.” you mumble into his chest and he pushes your panties the rest of the way down. In a second you're pressed back into the mattress and he’s leaning over you. “No, ‘m supposed to ride you.” you press your palm to his chest. “It’s your night to relax.”

“‘s fine.” he slides his tip through your wetness, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment.

“But.. mm,” you look up at him with lidded eyes as he wraps one of your legs around his waist.

“I’m very relaxed.” he leans down when your hand on his chest moves up to the back of his neck as he continues to slide up and down through your slit. “Gonna be even more relaxed in a second.” you feel him push at your weeping core.

“Ji- Jinwoo,” you whimper as he slides into you.

“Always taking care of me.” he hums as he starts to pull out. “Look so perfect.” he watches your face scrunch with pleasure as he pushes back in. “Feeling so much better thanks to you.” each thrust pulls a small cry from your lips.

He leans down and presses his mouth to yours. You open your lips instantly offering him everything. Your hands tangle in his hair as you try to hold him closer. Each time his skin meets yours you feel yourself vibrate with pleasure. You wrap your other leg around his waist and lock your ankles feeling his breathing shift. The new angle sends his head soaring and the only warning you have is a breathy chuckle before he slams into you.

Your eyes roll back as he pounds into you and he leans back to watch the way you tremble beneath him. His eyes fixate on the way your tits bounce along with each accompanying whine. Your parted lips offering him the sweetest sounds and slurred pleas with your arms spread out in the sheets trying to grasp at anything. He feels your juices seeping out of you and they way you begin to flutter around him. He watches you crack your eyes open and look at him with desperation.

“Go ahead.” he grunts preparing himself for- “Fuck,” he groans as you start to pulse around him.

“Jinwoo,” you whine, feeling your legs start to shake as he continues at his pace. “I’m.. I, please,”

“Doing so good.” he pants. “‘s okay, I got you.” he leans down and presses his lips to yours.

You melt into his mouth as he presses himself against you surrounding you with him. Each thrust is now a demand followed by a roll of his hips that leaves you whimpering beneath him. He leans back and holds the sides of your face as he pumps into you. You try to hold your eyes open but your lids feel so heavy.

“Open your eyes.” he coaxes. “C’mon,” he brushes his thumbs on your cheeks and your eyes flutter open. “There you are.” his voice so smooth you have to remind yourself to keep your eyes open again.

He watches you fight with yourself to keep your eyes on his and he wonders if you can even tell how close you are. You lean into the hand on your cheek and wonder if he ever had both hands- Your orgasm slams through you when he brushes his fingers against your slick bud. Every swirl of his fingers takes your breath and his composure with them.

“Doin okay?” he tries to taunt but he feels himself slipping. You mumble incoherently as your pleasure feels never ending. “Yeah? Me..” he groans, snapping his hips into yours. “Me too.” he nods his head.

You’re so wet and warm and hugging him just right that he spills his pleasure into you. Continuing to pump it inside you while pressing his lips to yours. Your legs stay wrapped around him keeping him buried inside you, wanting to stay as close to him as possible. When he softly jerks his hips sparks of pleasure shoot through your body making you gasp into his mouth.

“Can we just.. Mmm Jinwoo,” you whimper as he rolls his hips again. “Wanna sleep just like this.” your arms wrap around his back and try to pull him down against you.

“I’m gonna suffocate you if I do that.” he chuckles watching you squirm beneath him as he continues to rock into you.

“That’s what I want.” you nod your head still trying to pull him down. “Please?” your hands tangle in his hair.

“Why can’t you just lay on my chest like normal?” he presses himself down against you and hears your heavy exhale. “No you-

“You’re just so warm.” you wrap yourself around him tighter and bury your head into his neck. “Like a weighted blanket.” you press your lips to his skin.

“If we stay like this I’m just gonna end up fucking you again.” you squeeze around his cock in response.

“That’s gonna happen regardless of the position.” you mumble, relishing in his warmth.

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ravangie · 3 days ago

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ALL MOST OF THE TULIA AND MIGUELLA LORE SO FAR

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Ok. I have to start with the craziest concept in order for all of it to make sense, so I hope you're sitting down. Here I go:

Tulia and Miguella are ethereal immortal lesbian Goddesses of the Sun and the Moon who from time to time get reincarnated on Earth to find each other all over again.

Did that sink in? Ok, let's continue.

Tulia is the Goddess of the Moon, and Miguella is the Goddess of the Sun, as you might have guessed. Say hi to them next time you look up at the sky! In contrast to the usual conflict of light and dark, Tulia and Miguella exist together as one. These two extremes are not mutually exclusive, quite the opposite actually, they are complementary to each other.

They've been around long before us and they will be here long after us. The ancient civilizations actually witnessed them as they are and kept them in their beliefs.

The two have been getting reincarnated on Earth since forever now. There were countless lifetimes of them already and there are countless lifetimes ahead of them. I might explore some of them in the future. For now I got focused on two of their lifetimes: the 16th and the 19th century. Let's look into them, shall we?

The 16th century.

The closest you can get to the canon story of The Road to El Dorado. Let's start with their backstories.

Unfortunately for Tulia and Miguella, they don't exist in Lesbianland, they have to deal with harsh realities of the real world and the conditions that are given to them by the centuries they live in.

Tulia doesn't know where she's coming from. And I'd like to keep us in the same darkness about her origins for her sake. At least for now. She didn't have a family and grew up a nobody first and a thief second. She had a tough life from the get go and grew up to be just as tough.

The poor woman doesn't even know her birthday. Apparently in medieval times people used to celebrate the days of the saints after whom they were named instead of their Birthdays. But there ain't no saint after whom Tulia was named. So she celebrates on All Saints Day, when everyone who doesn't have a birthday during the year can celebrate. It's on November 1.

Miguella, on the other hand, does know when to celebrate her birthday. She's been named after Saint Michael, so she celebrates on September 29 with her whole family, consisting of her mother, her father and her older sister named Agata.

Now picture this. One day, when Miguella was in town, she unsuccessfully stumbled into a scheme of a beautiful woman, and because of her wrong move the woman had been caught redhanded. To her own surprise, when the stranger started running away from the furious crowd, Miguella started following her, making herself look guilty in the people's eyes as well. The strange woman was Tulia and she did NOT appreciate this little sissy getting involved with her. She helped them both get away, but was very adamant that she does NOT take responsibility for Miguella.

They talked for a bit after the fact and Miguella confessed that she heard that some women in town have been getting jobs in workshops and she wanted to try her luck too, that's why she came into town. See, she DESPERATELY needs a job. And she doesn't understand why she couldn't get any, even thought she has all the skills needed.

Tulia chuckles at her naivety but still carefully explains that it's not because of Miguella's lack of skills, but rather the way the society is set up. Yeah right, thinks Miguella, that's exactly what I was trying to avoid by getting a job. Tulia then says she has to go and pack her stuff. She can't stay in this town any longer, since she's been caught thanks to SOMEONE. So she hopes to catch a ride early morning, before the wanted posters start to show up. She wishes Miguella good luck, thinking this is the last time she sees her, and leaves.

And what do you know. The first person she sees next morning? Miguella, of course. She's right there, waiting for a ride as well, hoping to go with Tulia. Of course Tulia says No. She says No very angrily, very adamantly. No. She will not take Miguella with her. No amount of begging is going to change her mind. Until Miguella says "Fine. It doesn't matter whether or not YOU take me with you. There's no way I'm going back ..there"

Tulia understands the implications behind these words perfectly, so she has to go though all stages of denial, then pull this move

take a deep breath and hesitantly agree to take Miguella with her.

She didn't plan on sticking around with her for long. She just wanted to get Miguella to the closest safe location and be done with her. But along the way, the unexpected partnership started to bloom.

Tulia has been stealing to survive from the cradle, quite often being unscrupulous in her methods. And she has always put herself first. That was the only way to survive for her. But when Miguella came along, she started to impose her moral beliefs onto Tulia. Tulia was very angry with her at first. Who does this little booger think she is, having the audacity not only to tag along, but to also argue with her. Tulia doesn't plan on starving herself just because this spoiled by the possibility of choice lady doesn't like her ways.

Eventually though she comes around. Migella has the magical ability to persuade Tulia to do anything with her puppy eyes. She contributes to Tulia's schemes and finds dozens of new fun ways to cheat people. She brings her mandolin and her singing into it. Miguella believed that if they gave the crowd a show first, taking their money was their payment for it. And Tulia believed that if the crowd was stupid enough to fall for their tricks, it was their own damn fault.

The duo won two pairs of gold earrings together at their first successfull "performance" and since then always wear them for good luck. In desperate moments they use them as bait and bet everything on them. But as you can see, both ladies still have their earring with them.

The two would spend countless evenings coming up with the most ridiculous plans, constantly interrupting each other and giggling hysterically. They didn't stick around in one place for too long to avoid being caught, so they travelled a lot and tried on many roles, such as: Tulia as the mysterious foreign fortune teller; Migella as a lively and charming villancico performer; Tulia and Miguella as two very successful card games players (because they are cheaters).

Eventually romantic feelings start to blossom towards each other as well. Tulia is hesitant to express them, since she feels responsibility for taking Miguella with her, and she doesn't want to seem as if she's taking advantage of her. But not to worry, Miguella feels the same way and she, being her open-hearted self, makes the first move.

Before meeting Tulia, Miguella was running out of options on how to escape the societal fate that was in store for her. Every method failed and trying to reach deep into the soul of this stranger was her last desperate attempt. And to both of their surprises, it worked. Something in both of them told them to go with it.

And before meeting Miguella, Tulia was already done with life, she didn't want much out of it. just enough cash to live carefree. But when Miguella comes along, everything changes. To Miguella, this criminal life on the road is very exciting and new and fun. And her excitement is contageous. She shares her fun with Tulia, shows her that there's beauty to be found in the simplest things. And maybe, there is something to hold on for a bit longer. Even without the cash.

And so we come to the point where we meet the protagonists of the movie. Blah-blah loaded dice, boat, horse, all that jazz, you know it you love it, EL DORADO.

When Tulia and Miguella get to El Dorado, they stumble upon a civilization, that actually remembers them as the Goddessess that they are. The people of El Dorado have been separated and hidden from the outside world, so there was noone to scew their beliefs.

Still, there were corrupt people, using power to their advantage, so the conflict with Tzekel Kan still remains.

Chel is still her chipper self. She still joins the duo on their scheme and tries to get her way by flirting. That doesn't work though. Here's the big difference that my ladies have with the original: there is no romantic plot-line with Chel. The two are too precious to each other, I fear, to be cheating. The whole cheating plot-point felt forced and unnecessary in the movie anyway, the conflict of interests and the moral of the story would be conveyed just as well without it. Plus because of it one party ended up winning much more than the other in the end. That doesn't seem fair to me. So I got rid of it :) They duo helped Chel run away, travelled with her until she found a place or a person she was happy to call home and that was that.

Also here's a fun fact for ya: out of curiosity I googled some Mayan Goddesses and I came across:

A Goddess called Ixchel, also known as Lady Rainbow, often depicted as a beautiful young woman with long dark hair sitting on a rainbow;

And a Goddess called Chen or Chin, a Goddess of corn, who apparently introduced homosexuality to Mayans (of course Miguella would be the one to do it).

So. Ya know :)

The 19th century.

Tulia and Miguella of the 19th century meet in America.

Miguella has been in America for as long as she can remember. When the cattle business in America bloomed and the demand for skilled cowboys rose up, the whole family packed and moved there. The father was a classic vaquero and worked with horses, while the mom of the family handled the business-y side of things. Two sisters - older sister Agata and younger sister Miguella - grew up on the ranch and learned all the skills of the family business while working alongside their parents. By the time they were adults, both were first class cowgirls.

As for Tulia... She went to America as a grown and skilled thief already, because a little birdie told her that there's gold waiting to be discovered there. She never reached the actual mines, but she sure did reach other people's pockets.

The two met because Miguella saw a fellow spanish-speaking woman in pants in town and wanted to help her out. Who would have thought that she's wanted for robbery?? Tulia didn't believe in Miguella's good intentions though and tried to interrogate her on why the hell she's trying to be nice to her: if she wants her gold, she's not getting any! Miguella tried to tell her that she doesn't know what she's talking about, but it was too late, the two were spotted together because of the racket they caused, and now EVERYONE thought that they were partners in crime.

Needless to say both were outraged and offended. Miguella was offended because she literally didn't do ANYTHING, never saw any gold and was only trying to do a good deed. And Tulia was offended because how dare these people think that she wouldn't be able to pull off a robbery alone!!

That same day Miguella demanded Tulia take her with her. Not begging this time, demanding. She argued that Tulia has pulled her into this mess in the first place and now she has to take responsibility. Tulia understood, that a person who was content with their life wouldn't just just drop everything and run away with an outlaw. They would try to fight for it, they would use their connections and good name to prove their innocence. Miguella didn't try any of that.

So yet again Tulia can't resist Miguella's charm, takes a deep breath and takes her along.

By this time Tulia already had a list of convictions, and at first Miguella was considered merely an accomplace. But the more shenanigans these women caused, the more mischief they did, and the more crime they commited together, the more people started to recognize them as a criminal duo. And frankly, the weight of their crimes, or even the fact whether or not they were actually successfull didn't matter, since they were women. In pants! Tulia and Miguella became a local legend in no time.

Let's talk about the differences between Tulia and Miguella in 16th century and Tulia and Miguella in 19th century.

By the time they meet in the 19th century, both women are older than they were in the 16th century. Both of them are much more mature and confident in themselves and their skills, so they argue A LOT more, trying to make things happen their way.

I know for a fact that Miguella makes fun of Tulia's horseback riding style. Tulia never even intended to have a horse in the first place, she just happened to steal this one and she kind of... stuck around. So she truly doesn't know what to do with her. Miguella helps her and teaches her, after she's had enough laughs, of course.

And I know for a fact that Miguella, living on the ranch, got educated. As a "good woman" she knows how to embroider, just like she did in the 16th century, and embroiders a lot of her, and later Tulia's, clothes. But she also learned how to read and write on the ranch. Tulia never got the chance to get educated. Miguella doesn't make fun of her for that. She reads for Tulia out loud.

Tulia from 16th century tries to lay low and do her deeds quetly, not wanting any more trouble, but Tulia from the 19th century has a new and exciting advantage: guns! She still tries to find a diplomatic approach, but if that doesn't work, she takes out her revolvers without hesitation. Miguella is very hot-headed, she skips the whole diplomatic part and is ready to fight anyone at any point. That's why Tulia doesn't trust her with guns. No worries though, Miguella knows how to use her lasso flawlessly and uses it all the time to help them in their crimes.

One other thing I'd like to point out is how by the time 19th century rolls around, all the famous Spanish dances that we know and love today become common. I LOVE imagining Tulia and Miguella performing flamenco for the unassuming audience and pickpocketing them at the same time.

The relationship dynamic is pretty much the same as it is in the 16th century. The two have a lot of time to bond with each other on the road and between all the bickering they do just that. Tulia is the type of woman who is used to suppressing her feelings and hiding her emotions due to the tough conditions of her life. But when Miguella tags along, suppressing her emotions forever becomes impossible, since they are always together. Miguella on the other hand has been living with an older sister her whole life, she knows that this tough exterior is just that - exterior. So she patiently stumbles through Tulia's walls time and time again until she manages to earn her trust. And when the moment comes for Tulia to finally break down her walls and be vulnerable in front of another person, she's right there, quietly supporting her. I think they both saved each other in their own ways.

Ok. I'll have to cut it here. There is still so much more I have to talk about. Miguella's sister Agata, for example, I know you all are wondering about her. Or the Bounty Hunter of the West, who tries to hunt down Tulia and Miguella. Sounds pretty exciting, eh? But I'll have to keep their stories to myself until I formally introduce you all to them. This post is already WAY too long.

I will mention one more thing before I go to the closing thoughts, however. About the wrong spelling of Miguella's name. Yes. I am very much aware that the double L in the name would give it a soft sound by the spanish rules, and that's not how her name is pronounced. I have an explanation for it though!

Picture this: Miguella finding her wanted poster and being pissed off that these damn english speakers spelled her name wrong!! But the posters were famous and everywhere already, and so her name went down in history with an american spelling..

So there you have it.

One person asked me what I see in their future and I think it's bright. The brightest it can be. After finding each other they get to live the longest and happiest lives. And I know that no matter what they end up doing, they never lose sight of each other.

It's very convenient for my heart that Tulia and Miguella are immortal and will forever be here. Do you understand? The Sun and The Moon themselves are lesbians! They've always been around, long before us, and they will continue to be around long after us! Doesn't that fill you with hope?

I'm sure there were lifetimes on Earth when they couldn't find each other until late into their years. And maybe there were even lifetimes when they weren't lucky enough to find each other at all. But don't let that sadden you, but instead give you hope. Because even despite the odds and the despite the harsh reality that they have to face, they still keep on going and keep on trying again and again, cause in the end it's all worth it.

So I hope next time you look up at the sky and you see the sun and the moon being there at the same time, you'll think of Tulia and Miguella having a date and that will cheer you up.

P.S. If you saw any grammar mistakes: good for you. English is my second language.

#ravangie lore

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emeraldserenade · 1 day ago

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Soul Ties ~ Joaquín Torres

synopsis: you went your whole life thinking it was odd that some people had a predetermined lover while some had to find their own

tw: fem!reader, soulmate au, med student!reader, none?, barely edited

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

I went back to my roots, aka I used to exclusively read and write soulmate AUs. Yell at me if you never want me to do one of these again, but I miss them. I miss that time of fanfic (I'm feeling nostalgic)

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You weren't sure about the whole soulmate thing, it was nice to know that someone out there will love you no matter what. But your parents weren't soulmates, they didn't even have marks, but they loved each other so much.

"It's not that I'm against them, it's super cool, but there are people out there everyday without one that find love. I'm just saying that it's odd that some people have someone predestined for them and some get the choice," you argued once in debate club. You have gone from social outcast to an oddly respected person to everyone who wasn't staff. You noticed it right away, while you got more friends, people agreed that it was odd, your superiors looked at you sideways.

Nothing ever came of it, they would give you odd looks, but at the end of the day they would never voice their opinions.

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You met Sam first, he was visiting his sister. You watched AJ and Cass when your college schedule allowed, it wasn't the highest paying job but you loved them.

"Uncle Sam!" Both boys shouted in unison as you walked up to the door from the car. You had their backpacks thrown over your shoulders, you took them over night since you had them for the aquarium and a movie the day before.

"Who's this?" Sam Wilson gave you a look, one that you knew well, he was trying to figure out if you were his soulmate before the handshake.

"Y/n, I watch the boys whenever Sarah needs and my schedule allows," you offered your hand which he kindly took, the soul tie not snapping into place. You offered him a kinder smile, the one that comes with years of practice of not being someone's soulmate.

"It's nice to meet you, y/n," Sam offered you a kind smile in return, one just as practiced as yours.

"You're not soulmates, right?" Sarah gently asked, not wanting to come off as offended just in case. AJ and Cass had run off into the house at some point.

"No, we're not," you told her, handing her both of the backpacks.

"Good, he's a little too old for you," she joked and you laughed gently.

"I'll see you later?" You pulled your phone out of your pocket to check the time, if you left now, you would have time to get a coffee before your study group.

"You don't want to stay? Joaquín Torres, the new Falcon, is coming over and we're having a BBQ," Sarah offered and you gave her a kind smile.

"As much as I love your cooking, I have a group study of six people to get to. We will lose the big study room if we don't have all six," you explained, gently backing up.

"The public library?"

"No, the school one," you corrected before bidding them goodbye and jumping in your car.

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Joaquín first saw you at the library, AJ an Cass were insistent that they bring you and your whole group food. You weren't sure how they all got on campus without a voucher, but you had to guess Captain America had something to do with it.

"Ok, and The False Vertebrae is nine pieces that are unite to form two bones. Nice the two bones and the amount of pieces that make it up," your friend, Johnny, challenged you. The other people in the group listened and you saw Sarah, Sam, AJ, Cass, and a man you had never seen before also listening.

"There are four that make up the coccyx and five that form the sacrum," you announced and the group cheered that you got it right.

"Y'all look hungry," Sarah announced their presence. "We brought y'all food," she gestured to the bag you assumed was insulated.

"You, Miss Wilson, are a godsend," Jen praised as she reached for the plate offered to her.

"I want to give it to her," Cass whined, pulling at the plate him and AJ were both holding.

"No, I want to," AJ pulled the plate towards him.

"Boys," you called for their attention. "You both can give it to me," you compromised and watched as they walked side by side to hand you the plate. "Thank you," you gave them both over dramatic kisses to their foreheads to watch them laugh.

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You finally met Joaquín a day later, Sarah invited you over to her house for dinner after your last final.

"Whether you pass or fail, you'll need to eat some good food," was her bargain, as if you needed to be convinced to eat her food.

You showed up with the unopened email that held your fate of if you passed or not. You knocked on the door and was ushered in by Sam, you sat at the table with everyone around you.

"I passed," you breathed out. "I passed with an 98!"

"Congrats!" The cheers around you made you smile and you pulled AJ and Cass into a hug.

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You were alone outside watching the boys play, Sam and Sarah were inside finishing dinner and Joaquín was off doing something else.

"Hey," Joaquín's voice made you jump a little.

"Hey, we haven't formally met," you mused. "I'm y/n," you held your hand out to him.

"Joaquín," he offered his name and took your hand. You felt the soul tie snap into place and froze. You still didn't understand why some people were destined to be with someone else and why some were given the chance to choose. But you decided that you were ok to be one that didn't have to choose, you decided that this was a mystery of the world that didn't need to be solved. Or at least not when you had Joaquín.

"Mom, Uncle Sam! Y/n and Joaquín are soulmates!" The boys went running inside as they yelled and you broke out of your stupor long enough for you to press a quick kiss to Joaquín's lips before Sarah and Sam came running out with the boys on their tails.

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#joaquin torres #joaquin torres x reader #joaquin torres x you #mcu #cabnw #cabnw spoilers #marvel mcu

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renkyol · 20 hours ago

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I think both can true.

Like, I recognize that I have a different perspective of Mel's situation that most people do. My mom has multiple sclerosis and my nan is aging, I live with both of them. While right now they do not need assistance with ADL's, I will be their primary caregiver when the time comes that they need someone. I also work in a long term care facility. A lot of the LTC population where I live are people that if they were younger and put in front of a psychologist would likely be diagnosed with a form of neurodiversity. I love my residents; their families love them so so much. And I have sat with their families while they cried and discussed how hard it was for them to have their loved one living at home. One resident's daughter told me that she hadn't slept through the night in two years because her mother developed dementia and would get up and wander at night, so she started sleeping on her couch to keep an eye on her and would get woken up multiple times a night. This woman adored her mother and she would break down crying while she described how hard it was having her mother live at home. These two facts do not cancel each other out. And I think this can be true for Mel and Becca's relationship. Mel adores her sister. That doesn't mean it wasn't hard and frustrating to be her primary caregiver for so long and from such a young age. It doesn't mean that there were likely points in time that Mel might have resented her sister. All these things do not cancel each other out.

It's also why I love that they have Becca living at a care facility at least some of the time. Something we often tell families when their loved ones start living in our facility is that this is an opportunity for you to just be a daughter/son/sister/brother, etc. We will be the ones that worry about if they're taking their medications and if it's the right dose and how often they're bathing and if they're regularly eating their meals, you can focus on just being with your loved one. After the change is settled and everyone adjusts to a new routine, families and residents are so happy. If my experience can tell me anything about Mel and Becca's relationship, it's that her care facility was most likely that best thing for both of them. Someone else can take care of the little day to day things, and Mel can take her sister out to pizza and spaghetti after her first day at her new job. Cause Mel is the best and absolutely deserves to get to be solely Becca's best friend and sister.

Ok some posts on here have been bothering me re: mel’s relationship with becca and that last scene of mel picking becca up from her day program

A lot of people have pointed out how this scene emphasizes that Mel has a very taxing role as a care giver even outside of work. This is true! However, I have seen a lot of people miss the other important part of this scene- spending time with her sister makes Mel HAPPY. In an earlier episode, Mel says Becca is her best friend. When she sees her, her face lights up! And no, I really don’t think that’s her putting on a bright face for her sister. They are best friends, spending time with Becca makes her happy.

Yes, Mel is burnt out and stressed from the shift from hell. But Becca’s existence is not an all encompassing burden to her, and I’m a little miffed by all the people assuming that it is. I think some preexisting bias about high-support needs Autistic people is showing in some of these comments about their relationship.

#the pitt #melissa king #mel king #becca king

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chaoticwriting · 14 hours ago

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GOTHAM'S NEW ROGUE 7

Part 6

The JL, watching the scene was just about to move when suddenly, a small familiar green portal appears inside their meeting room. The heroes tense as they prepare for an attack but instead a little kid ragdolls out of the portal straight on top of the table.

As the kid pushes herself up, the portal closes and she immediately scans her immediate surrounding. When her eyes fall on the heroes, they shine and she immediately starts talking.

Ellie: Quick! You need to help me stop Danny. He's gone insane and the realm has decides to side with him.

Constantine: Wait! Who are you, kid? And what do you mean the realm is siding with him?

Ellie: I am Ellie, Danny's sister. I don't know what happened, but at first we thought he died during an attack sometime ago. But he suddenly appears in the realm a few days back and almost no one can stop him. Especially since he get the crown.

Constantine: What?! He get the crown? What are the ancients doing? I thought the crown is sealed together with Pariah Dark?

Ellie: The ancients can't control their power. It's like all ectoplasm in the world are refusing to go against Danny. It takes a lot of efforts from multiple ancients just for us to make a portal to appear here.

Batman: Then what do you want us to do? Does he have any weakness?

Ellie: No, but our best bet is to weaken the link between the realm and Earth. Do you know any gateway that we could destroy?

Constantine: Gateway? Gateway. Gateway. Gateway! Lazarus Pit. Bats, do you have all the location of Lazarus Pit?

Batman: I can't guarantee all of it but I have a few dozen location world wide. Is that good enough?

Ellie: That's barely enough to hold him back. Maybe all of you have a fighting chance then.

The heroes, after a brief summary of what to do, starts to move all around the world as the magic users goes to fight and restraint Danny from causing more chaos.

Seeing golden chain wrapping around his arms, Danny's bright green eyes stare at the figure chanting spells. Releasing a Ghostly Wail that destroys everything on its path. The crowd has long since run and hide from Danny and the only one left are the JL members who are at least capable of fighting against him.

The green lanterns erect a giant shield to block the wail but the shield immediately break upon contact blasting all of them away from him. With the chains broken, Danny returns his focus towards Lex in his hand.

Lex: Do it you monster! Let the whole world see what type of creature you are. Let the whole world fear you!

Danny: Very well. *Snap*

As Lex's body limps, Danny catch his soul and swallows it. There will be no after life for the sinner who dares to disrespect the dead. Throwing away the body, the JL members are shocked as they see Lex's body lays on the ground, lifeless.

Danny: Come, hero of Earth. Let me see what makes you think that you are worthy of upholding justice and protecting life when you can't even protect and respect the dead.

While the battle continues, the more magically vulnerable or fast members are traveling around the world destroying Lazarus Pits one after another. With each pit destroyed, they could see that Danny becoming weaker and weaker. The chains that he could previously breaks with ease, now need more strength. The attack that previously easily dodge, now hit sometimes. Even damages such as blood sometimes appears on his body.

However, just as they thought they are going to win, the crown and ring starts to shine as the pressure coming from Danny almost double immediately. Some of them have already guess what happened but they still ask Ellie what is going on.

Ellie: Danny just use the crown and ring. He can't hold it for long and as long as they can keep him busy, we can win this.

But while all the heroes are fighting tooth and nail against Danny, a figure could be seen lurking in the shadow like a hunter watching its prey.

#danny phantom #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #dc x dp #justice league

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paucubarsisimp · 17 hours ago

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mi corazón

pairing: ferran torres x reader

summary: in which ferran gets jealous

warnings: jealousy

a/n: this was requested on my wattpad

the night air was warm, soft and quiet in contrast to the loud stadium energy that had buzzed through your veins just hours ago. the game had ended, fans had cleared out, and the celebration had simmered down to a dull hum in the distance.

you and ferran walked together under the streetlights, hands laced, the rhythm of your steps slow and easy. you could still feel the adrenaline humming through him—his goal had been brilliant, textbook ferran—but he hadn’t been himself since the moment he saw you laughing a little too long with one of his teammates after the match.

you hadn’t thought anything of it. the conversation was innocent, lighthearted, but ferran had gone quiet after that, and now, his hand in yours was warm but his thumb hadn’t moved in the way it usually did, rubbing gentle circles against your skin.

you nudged him softly with your shoulder. “you’ve been quiet since we left. did i miss something?”

he hesitated, his jaw clenching slightly, before letting out a small sigh through his nose.

“no pasa nada,” he mumbled. “i’m fine.”

you stopped walking, tugging gently on his hand to make him stop too.

“don’t do that thing where you say you’re fine but you’re clearly not.”

he looked down at your intertwined fingers, then finally up at you. the streetlamp above you cast a warm glow over his face, and that’s when you saw it—his eyes weren’t cold, they were just full of something soft and uncertain.

he exhaled, then looked away for a second. “i just… didn’t love watching you talk to him.”

you blinked. “to who?”

“marcos,” he muttered. “he was laughing with you and looking at you like—” he paused, shaking his head, frustrated with himself. “like he wanted something more.”

your heart softened instantly. you reached for his other hand, holding both of his in yours now.

“ferran,” you said quietly, “you know i love you, right? only you.”

he nodded, but there was something else brewing in him, something he wasn’t saying.

and then, finally, he let it slip—quiet, unsure, with a trace of that vulnerable honesty he didn’t always show.

“sí, but… you’re so pretty,” he said, voice low. “everyone wants you.”

your breath caught in your chest.

he looked back at you with eyes that made your heart ache. “you walk into a room and people stare. they talk to you like they’re hoping for a chance. and sometimes i just stand there thinking, ‘why me?’ why would you choose me when you could have anyone?”

you couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips—not from amusement, but from the pure tenderness of it all. you stepped in closer, closing the gap between you until your chests nearly touched.

“i chose you because you’re you,” you whispered. “because you care so deeply it shows in everything you do. because you call your sister after every match. because you remember how i take my coffee, and how you always know when i need space and when i need to be held. because you love with everything you have, even when you’re scared.”

he looked at you like you’d just knocked the air out of him.

you brought a hand up to his cheek, brushing your thumb over his skin. “you don’t see it, but you’re the most beautiful soul i’ve ever known. not just handsome—though, let’s be real, muy guapo—but real, ferran. honest. kind. and so, so good to me.”

he gave a soft laugh, cheeks tinged pink. “you really think i’m beautiful?”

you grinned. “obviously. have you seen yourself?”

he looked down, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips. “still… sometimes i get scared. i see the way people look at you and it’s like, they don’t even try to hide it.”

you shook your head gently. “let them look,” you said. “they can look all they want. they don’t know me like you do. they don’t get to see me in the morning, with sleepy eyes and messy hair. they don’t get to hear my terrible singing in the shower or how i always get crumbs in the sheets.”

he laughed now, a real laugh, his eyes crinkling with it.

“you get all of me,” you said. “the good, the annoying, the messy, the soft. and i get all of you. that’s what makes us real.”

he leaned in, forehead resting against yours, his hands finding your waist as if grounding himself.

“mi corazón,” he whispered. “you’re everything to me.”

you closed your eyes, breathing in the moment, the warmth of his voice, the way he held you like you were the only thing keeping him steady.

“and you’re mine,” you whispered back. “only mine.”

his lips brushed against yours, soft and slow, the kind of kiss that says i’m yours without needing any words. when he pulled back, his fingers were still tangled in your sides, his face flushed with the quiet joy of being seen, truly seen.

you started walking again, this time with him holding your hand a little tighter, a little closer, like he didn’t want to let you drift too far ever again.

and you didn’t mind—because you weren’t going anywhere.

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Just Making “Friends” - Part Two

Part One

Franco Colapinto (smau) - fc43 x liliana sainz (OC) face claim - madison beer (all pics from pinterest)

Summary - Franco and Liliana Sainz hit it off his first race back on the grid in Imola

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lilianasainz monaco was cool

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williamsracing Always a pleasure to have you in the paddock!

alexandrasaintmleux favorite guest

francocolapinto Monaco is cool

f1tea hello again franco

iamrebeccad ur perfect babe

f1wagsdrama couldn't beat franco...

user1221 😍😍

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Grid Chat 🏁

Lando Norris

Ur pushing ur luck Franco...

Pierre Gasly

this whole thing is killing me

Carlos Sainz

Killing you??? It is killing me

Alex Albon

Ok chill please

Carlos Sainz

CHILL???

Lewis Hamilton

As long as we keep the drama off the track mate

Franco Colapinto

I am confused is there a problem?

Isack Hadjar

that was the wrong thing to say 😂

Kimi Antonelli

LOL

Ollie Bearman

franco u have got to lock in mate

Liam Lawson

Is your career worth this????

Carlos Sainz

Excuse me? My sister is worth much more than just his sorry career that will end very soon.

Franco Colapinto

Oh this is about lili?

George Russell

Franco, please call your pr team mate

Alex Albon

LOLLL

Lando Norris

I would risk it all for her too, I get it

Oscar Piastri

oh lets not

Isack Hadjar

we all would

Carlos Sainz

Oh enough

Pierre Gasly

I like this, this is fun

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Charles Leclerc

I like this too

Charles Leclerc

franco, take lilliana out tonight again mate

Carlos Sainz

Charles Leclerc I hope you spin out on the formation lap tomorrow

Franco Colapinto

Wait? Is there a a problem with me spending time with lili?

Max Verstappen

Mate, did you crash and hit your head recently???

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Sainz Familia

Carlos

Liliana, can I please request you cut any and all contact with Franco

Lili

Why?? He's my friend

Carlos Sr.

Carlos. You cannot tell your sister who she can or cannot hang out with.

Carlos Sainz

????

Carlos Sainz

Yes I can??

Lili

Maybe you should focus on the race instead

Carlos Sr.

She has a point.

Carlos Sainz

????

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pierregasly I'm sure you did

lilianasainz spain soon

user256 GOOO Franco!!!! 🇦🇷🇦🇷

isackhadjar he did in fact have a time

f1gossip hi little sainz… we see you in the comments

user7305 let’s gooo to SPAINNN next!

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wagscentral yes!!! more of them plz

user223 no. franco can do way better

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Holy Virgin* | Part Two

You've shared everything with Sam but one thing—your faith. It’s never been a problem… until Heaven turns its gaze on you, and suddenly, devotion takes on a darker meaning. *Contains sexual material, pregnancy, thoughts of suicide/attempted suicide, virginity and has some religious themes: Minors DNI Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader, Dean Winchester x Reader (Platonic), Castiel x Reader (Platonic) Tag list: @mostlymarvelgirl @iloveeveryoneyoureamazing Part Three Supernatural Masterlist | Main Masterlist

The Bunker felt warmer on Sundays.

Maybe it was the smell of eggs sizzling in Dean’s old cast-iron pan, the one he swore made them crispier, greasier, “more American.” Maybe it was the way Sam moved slower in the mornings, long limbs draped lazily over the arms of chairs, like his body finally trusted that—for one sacred morning—no one needed saving. Or maybe it was just the way sunlight slipped through the narrow slats of the kitchen window, catching on motes of dust like falling grace. Warm gold on steel and stone. A gentle defiance against how cold the world usually was.

You sat curled at the round table, barefoot, one of Sam’s flannels swallowing you whole, the hem brushing your thighs. You were flipping through a battered old cookbook you found wedged behind some takeout menus in the Bunker’s pantry. The pages smelled like bacon grease and faint mildew, with handwritten notes in the margins—“add more cayenne” or “Dean liked this one”—and cracked eggshells preserved in the spine from some long-ago spill.

“You know,” Dean said, cracking an egg with theatrical precision, “if you two are gonna keep playing house like this, we’re gonna have to get you matching aprons.”

You didn’t even glance up. “Yours would say ‘Kiss the Hunter.’ With a little heart stitched in blood.”

Sam snorted into his coffee.

Dean raised a brow. “Mine would say ‘World’s Greatest Brother,’ thank you very much.”

“You’re just mad she doesn’t cook for you,” Sam said without looking up, nursing his mug like it was the last good thing left in the world.

“She’s never offered,” Dean shot back.

“She’s not your girlfriend.”

Dean turned dramatically, wiping his hands on a dish towel and leaning his hip against the counter. “Not yet.”

You blinked. Sam’s brow twitched.

Dean smirked, eyes glinting. “I’m just saying, man—she already wears your clothes, hogs your coffee, steals your books. How far off are we, really, from a full-on Winchester wedding? You want me to start looking for rings? Or maybe I can officiate it myself—‘Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in this haunted-ass bunker—’”

“Dean,” Sam cut in, but there was no heat behind it.

Dean held up his hands in mock surrender. “Hey, hey, I’m just teasing. Mostly. But let’s not pretend this isn’t the closest thing to domestic bliss any of us are ever gonna get.”

You finally looked up, lips twitching into a reluctant smile. “You really know how to make a girl feel romantic.”

Dean grinned and pointed his spatula at you. “Don’t I?”

Then, more quietly, more honestly, he added, “I mean it, though. You’re family. You know that, right?”

The humor softened in the space between you, fading like steam off a skillet. The kind of quiet that holds weight.

Your gaze met his, gentler now. “I know.”

Dean’s eyes flicked to Sam and back. “It’s just… this feels good. Normal. And God knows we don’t get a lot of that. So, yeah. I wouldn’t mind a sister-in-law who prays before eating and makes Sam stop brooding.”

“I do not brood,” Sam muttered, deadpan.

Dean ignored him. “Plus, you’re like… the only one who can get him to watch something other than documentaries and sad indie dramas.”

“He cried during Little Women,” you said with a teasing glance toward Sam.

“I did not,” Sam protested, cheeks faintly flushed. “That scene with Beth was—objectively emotional.”

You leaned your head on his shoulder, smiling into the fabric of his shirt. “Sure, baby. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Dean cackled from the stove.

You stayed like that for a beat longer, your hand sneaking across the table under the clutter of old napkins and Dean’s half-finished crossword puzzle. Sam’s fingers found yours easily, warm and callused, lacing with familiar confidence.

“You two make me sick,” Dean announced, scooping eggs onto plates. “If I’d known letting her live here would result in public displays of affection, I would’ve stuck to solo missions.”

“Yeah, but then who would’ve kept you from eating expired Hot Pockets and drinking gas station whiskey on an empty stomach?” you shot back.

Dean raised his hands. “Point taken. Now eat this before I decide to throw it at you out of sheer bitterness.”

He set down a plate in front of you with a flourish. Eggs, toast, bacon, and what looked like an attempt at hash browns—crispy on one side, still raw on the other.

You made sure the boys dug in first.

Dean was halfway through cutting his toast when you folded your hands in your lap, lowered your head, and closed your eyes.

“Bless us, O Lord, and these Thy gifts which we are about to receive from Thy bounty…” you murmured, the prayer so familiar it came like breathing. You always prayed before eating—especially here. Especially with them.

Dean noticed this time. You could feel his eyes on you. Not mocking. Not confused. Just… quietly watching.

When you lifted your head again, Dean hadn’t touched his fork. He was still staring, brow furrowed like he was trying to figure out a puzzle he hadn’t realized he cared about until now.

“What do you feel when you pray?” he asked suddenly, cutting through the comfortable clatter of breakfast.

You blinked, surprised. “Peace,” you said softly, leaning back in your chair. “Mostly peace. Or hope. Sometimes fear. But never alone.”

Dean tilted his head, chewing on the edge of your words. “Fear?” he echoed, voice lower now.

You nodded. “Not of God. Of everything else. Of what’s out there. Of what we fight. There are days where it feels like the world is held together with duct tape and a wish. But when I pray… it feels like it doesn’t all fall on me. Like someone else is carrying it, too. Someone stronger. Someone good.”

Sam’s thumb moved against your hand again, slower this time.

Dean stared at you for a long moment. Then he looked down at his plate. Picked up his fork. “I get that,” he said quietly. “I really do.”

You watched him take a bite and chew slowly, eyes distant. For all his swagger and sarcasm, there were oceans under Dean Winchester’s surface. You’d known that for years. But moments like this? When he let the water show? They were rare. And precious.

Sam turned to you, his voice a whisper meant only for your ears. “He doesn’t say things like that to just anyone.”

You smiled, lifting his hand to your lips and pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles. “Neither do I.”

The three of you ate in a peaceful silence after that. The kind that didn’t need filling. The kind that only came with real love.

✦

The day passed slow. Lazy. Beautiful in the way only rare peace can be.

The Bunker held warmth in its bones that Sunday, humming softly beneath your bare feet as you padded down the hall, drawn by the scent of coffee and the quiet rustle of pages turning. Hours slipped by like melted honey, and none of you rushed them. Sam had pulled you into the couch sometime after breakfast, and neither of you had moved much since. One of his thick theology books lay open across his lap while you leaned against him, your legs tangled lazily with his, your head resting comfortably against the curve of his shoulder. He smelled faintly of cedarwood and paper, and every so often, he’d reach over to tuck a stray strand of your hair behind your ear.

Dean sat at the war room table, field-stripping one of his favorite guns, the parts arranged in perfect little rows like silver bones. He had a Western playing on low volume, something dusty and dramatic from the seventies that featured more scowls than dialogue. Every time a horse neighed or a revolver clicked, Dean mimicked the sound under his breath, even as his hands moved with methodical grace over oiled metal. You caught him glancing over a few times—at you, at Sam—and though he said nothing, the softness in his expression was louder than words.

Eventually, when the book had grown heavy in Sam’s lap and the Western ended with a poorly executed duel, the three of you agreed on a better option.

“The Princess Bride,” Dean suggested, casual.

You raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?”

He shrugged. “What? It’s got fencing. Fighting. Revenge. True love. All the essentials.”

Sam grinned. “He’s not wrong.”

And so it played.

You curled tighter against Sam, nestled beneath one of the patchwork quilts Dean had claimed from an old case in Wyoming. Your cheek pressed to Sam’s chest, and you could hear the steady beat of his heart beneath the fabric of his henley, feel the way it slowed in rhythm with his breath as the familiar scenes unfolded. The glow of the television bathed the room in flickering light—Inigo Montoya’s blade flashing silver, Westley’s voice thick with devotion.

“As you wish…”

You smiled into Sam’s shirt, lips barely moving.

Safe. Whole. Loved.

The moment felt suspended in amber—timeless, untouchable.

Until the flicker.

It was small, at first. A brief hiccup in the screen, like the film strip had caught. Then another. Then the lights.

They didn’t go out. Not completely. But they dimmed all at once, shadows lengthening in the corners of the room, the overheads lowering to a deep gold like candlelight. You sat up slowly, eyes scanning the space. Sam’s arm came instinctively around your waist. Dean rose before the sound even finished.

The wings.

That unmistakable rush of air that was neither wind nor sound—but both. Felt more than heard. A hush fell so suddenly over the Bunker that even the old pipes seemed to still.

And then—he was there.

Castiel.

He stood near the archway of the room, his coat rumpled as always, blue tie slightly askew. But his expression was different. Tight. Troubled. His eyes, usually the color of stormy sky, were darker now—clouded with something deeper than worry.

Flanking him were two angels you had never seen before.

They were... beautiful. But not in any way you could call comforting. Their presence carried a weight that made your bones ache, as though gravity itself bowed around them. The one to Castiel’s left had silver hair that shone like polished steel, his face angular, sharp, ageless. The other was bald, his skin smooth and pale as moonlight, but his eyes—his eyes were suns. Too bright. Too much. You looked away instinctively, heart kicking up in your chest.

You tried to stand. Sam rose beside you, his hand lingering on your back.

Castiel’s gaze found you immediately. “We need to speak with you.”

His voice was calm. Low. But there was no mistaking the urgency.

Dean narrowed his eyes, stepping forward. “Cas, what the hell’s going on?”

The silver-haired angel took a single step into the room, and though he moved with grace, the air around him seemed to chill. “We have a message.”

Dean’s hand drifted toward his waistband.

“It’s not a threat,” Castiel said quickly, holding up a hand. “But it is… from God.”

Your breath hitched so hard it felt like something fractured inside your lungs.

You stared at him, then at the others. “Me?”

The bald one nodded once. “You have been chosen.”

The words were like cold water dumped over your spine.

“I—I don’t understand.”

“We don’t either,” Castiel admitted. “The message was delivered by the new Scribe of Heaven. It bore the highest seal. And it spoke your name.”

You shook your head. “There’s a mistake. I’m no one.”

“You are known,” said the silver-haired angel. “You are named. You are prepared.”

Sam stepped in front of you without hesitation, towering between you and them. “What does that mean?”

The silver-haired angel extended a hand, palm upward. “If she allows, we will show her.”

Dean moved now, standing to Sam’s right, voice cold. “She’s not doing anything unless she agrees. And if this is some kind of possession—”

“It isn’t,” Castiel said firmly, cutting across the tension. “No control. No invasion. It’s… more like revelation. A divine vision.”

You stared at Castiel. “Will it hurt?”

“No,” he said. Then softer, “But it will change everything.”

Your pulse thudded in your ears.

You turned to Sam.

He looked at you like you were a world he didn’t want to lose. His eyes locked on yours, hands gently finding your arms. He didn’t say no. He wouldn’t hold you back. But his jaw was tight, and he looked like he was already grieving.

Then, finally, he nodded.

You turned back to the angels. Your voice was barely above a whisper. “Okay.”

The bald angel moved forward. Slowly. Carefully. He lifted his hand and pressed two fingers to your forehead.

And the world disappeared.

No sound. No breath. No body.

Only white.

Endless, echoing white—so bright it was neither color nor light, just... presence. A silence that pulsed. A stillness so pure it hurt.

And then—

A voice.

Not in your ears. In you. Through you.

It wasn’t loud. It didn’t boom. But it was. Vast. Timeless. Made of wind and thunder and lullabies and galaxies folding in on themselves.

My daughter. You have been chosen. You will carry My son. As Mary once did, so shall you. This is My will.

Your soul quaked.

You wanted to scream. Wanted to cry out that you were not worthy, not ready, not enough.

But there was no mouth. No voice. No flesh. Only your essence—and it bent beneath the weight of His decree.

You didn’t understand.

You didn’t want this.

You hadn’t chosen this.

And then—

The Bunker.

The world rushed back all at once, color and sound crashing into your senses.

You were falling.

Arms caught you. Strong. Familiar. Sam.

Your body trembled violently, your knees unable to bear your weight. Dean grabbed your legs, lowering you gently to the floor, while Castiel caught the back of your head with both hands, keeping you steady.

You were shaking so hard you could barely breathe.

Sam’s voice was frantic. Desperate.

“Hey—hey, look at me. It’s okay. I’ve got you. I’ve got you. Talk to me.”

You clung to him like a lifeline, fists curled in the fabric of his shirt, nails digging into his chest.

When your voice finally came, it cracked in half.

“Sam…” Your lip trembled. Your eyes burned. “I didn’t choose this…”

He pulled you closer, cradling you against his chest like something fragile. Like something sacred.

And in the silence that followed, no one spoke.

Because what could they say?

God had spoken.

And everything was about to change.

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Aretia: Domesticated

Xaden Riorson x Gamlyn! Reader

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The late afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows of Xaden’s room, casting golden shadows over the stone walls. The world outside was busy, but inside, everything was still.

Y/n was curled against Xaden on his bed, her head tucked beneath his chin, one arm draped lazily across his chest. His hand rested at her waist, thumb absentmindedly tracing slow circles over the fabric of her shirt. They hadn’t meant to fall asleep — it had started as a moment of rest after drills, just a few minutes to breathe together.

Now, they were both half-asleep, warm and peaceful in that quiet haze of shared silence.

Until—

The door swung open with too much force to be casual.

“What the actual hell—”

Xaden groaned as Ridoc’s voice shattered the calm, not even lifting his head as he muttered, “For the love of the gods…”

Y/n blinked herself awake, sitting up slightly just as Ridoc stood at the threshold, jaw slack, scandal practically radiating from him.

“I was napping, Ridoc,” Y/n said, exasperated but fighting back a smile.

“In his bed, Y/n!” Ridoc practically shrieked, pointing a dramatic finger at them like they’d committed some sacred betrayal. “Xaden Riorson is tarnishing my little sister’s innocence!”

Xaden just groaned again, one arm wrapping tighter around Y/n’s waist as he dragged her back down with him and buried his face in her neck. “Please make him leave,” he mumbled, voice muffled.

Y/n let out a breathy laugh, hand coming up to tangle in Xaden’s hair as she looked at her twin. “You are being insane. It was a nap.”

“A nap with the Lieutenant of Brooding and Sin!” Ridoc snapped, dramatically flailing one arm. “This is treason against brotherhood!”

Xaden let out a long sigh. “I’m literally just lying here.”

“With my twin sister,” Ridoc said, jabbing a finger at them like it proved his entire argument.

Y/n rolled her eyes and kissed Xaden’s temple. “You’re not helping.”

Xaden chuckled quietly against her neck. “Not trying to.”

Ridoc made a strangled sound and turned toward the door. “I’m telling Rhiannon. And Violet. I need reinforcements.”

As he left, Y/n shook her head with a giggle, fingers tracing over Xaden’s jaw as he slowly surfaced from sleep again.

“He really your older brother, huh?” he asked groggily.

“Every dramatic inch of him,” Y/n replied with a grin. “And somehow, you’re the one getting blamed for corrupting me.”

“I am a bad influence,” he teased, finally lifting his head to press a kiss to her cheek. “Want to nap some more, corrupted little rider?”

She laughed, curling back into his chest. “Only if you promise to protect me from Ridoc’s wrath.”

Xaden smirked. “Always.”

Not even ten minutes later, just as Y/n was dozing off again against Xaden’s chest, the door slammed open again.

“Y/n Gamlyn!” Rhiannon’s voice rang out, equal parts scandalized and gleeful.

“Oh for the love of—” Xaden groaned, this time fully burying his face under the blanket.

Y/n sat up, squinting as Ridoc marched in, flanked by Violet and Rhiannon like a battalion of righteous fury. Violet looked amused, arms crossed. Rhiannon looked delighted. And Ridoc was radiating “big brother meltdown” energy.

“I was asleep, Rhi!” Y/n said defensively, though she couldn’t help but laugh at how dramatic this was turning out to be.

“In his bed, Y/n!” Ridoc repeated for dramatic effect, once again pointing like a scandalized mother hen. “This is a scandal.”

“She’s fully clothed, Ridoc,” Violet deadpanned, clearly unimpressed.

“That’s not the point, Violet!” he barked. “He is Xaden Riorson! Have you met him?”

Rhiannon plopped onto the chair with a grin. “Honestly, I’m just mad you didn’t tell me you two were nap-level domestic now.”

Y/n laughed, cheeks warm. “There wasn’t much to tell! We were tired. We lay down. We slept. That’s it.”

Xaden poked his head out from under the blanket, his hair a sleepy mess and eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. “I’ve killed venin with less effort than surviving this conversation.”

Violet snorted.

Ridoc turned to Xaden. “If I find out anything happened—”

“Then you’ll what?” Xaden replied dryly. “Challenge me to a duel with a soup spoon?”

“Do not tempt me.”

Y/n facepalmed and stood, walking over to her brother. “Ridoc, I love you. I do. But if you keep doing this every time we so much as breathe near each other, I will hide all your socks.”

He opened his mouth, then thought better of it and huffed. “Fine. But I’m watching you,” he pointed at Xaden with two fingers and then pointed to his eyes. “Always.”

“You and half the quadrant,” Xaden muttered.

As Ridoc stomped out, Violet shook her head with a soft smile and followed, muttering, “This is what you get for dating someone with an overprotective brother.”

Rhiannon grinned. “This is my favorite drama,” she said before she slipped out.

Y/n turned to Xaden, who was still half-buried in his blanket. “You good?”

He reached a hand out toward her. “Come back. Blanket fortress needs reinforcement.”

Laughing, she crawled back into bed and curled up next to him, her heart full despite the chaos.

“Next time,” she murmured, “we lock the door.”

A few days...

It was a peaceful afternoon for once, the Iron Squad lounging in the courtyard after training, enjoying the rare moment of quiet. Xaden sat on the stone bench, legs sprawled, tossing a dagger between his hands with casual ease. Y/n sat a few feet away, her braid half undone, blue silk ribbon slipping loose, eyes shamelessly focused on him—soft smile, chin on her hand, completely gone.

“You’re doing it again,” Ridoc muttered, sliding up behind her.

Y/n blinked, confused. “Doing what?”

“This,” he said as he reached over and clapped a hand gently over her eyes. “Stop eye-fucking my lieutenant. Some of us are trying to keep our lunch down.”

Y/n let out a dramatic sigh and smacked his arm lightly. “Ridoc!”

“What?” he said, smirking, keeping his hand in place. “You look like you’re undressing him with your soul.”

“I was not!” she protested, laughing as she peeled his hand off her face. “Get off me!”

“I’m saving you from public indecency,” he replied, utterly unbothered as she tried to swat at him again.

Xaden watched them with raised brows, a twitch of a smile on his lips. “Do you ever stop harassing her?”

“Only when I’m asleep,” Ridoc deadpanned.

Violet, watching from nearby, couldn’t contain her laughter. “Oh gods, this is giving me serious Mira and Brennan flashbacks.”

“Please tell me they did this to you,” Rhiannon said, grinning.

“Brennan once pretended to faint when he saw me smiling at a boy in the courtyard,” Violet said with a nostalgic laugh. “This is very on-brand.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, trying to act annoyed even though she was smiling. “He’s been like this since I was twelve.”

“I’m just saying,” Ridoc added dramatically, throwing an arm over her shoulder, “You’re already dating a brooding lieutenant with a literal army of shadows. Maybe leave some mystery alive for the rest of us.”

Xaden shook his head, chuckling under his breath. “Thank the gods I’m an only child.”

Y/n gave him a look. “Don’t jinx it. Ridoc will adopt you at this rate.”

Ridoc threw his hands up. “No! I have one sibling and she’s already exhausting. I don’t need two.”

“You love me,” Y/n said sweetly, poking him in the side.

“Unfortunately.”

Violet leaned back against the bench beside Xaden. “This is your life now.”

He gave her a dry look. “Believe me. I’m aware.”

They all laughed, the ease and warmth between them wrapping around the group like an invisible thread. And though Ridoc would never admit it, the teasing was always paired with a protective glint in his eye—because nothing made him happier than seeing his little sister smiling this wide.

Author's note: Short but cute

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The Wrong Buckley. Part Six of Six. Ao3 Link. Part One. Two. Three. Four. Five. FINISHED

“Your clothes better be-”

Chimney’s words die when he sees Maddie and Eddie in bed, and it’s… quite a sight.

Eddie is cradling a half-empty glass of wine propped up on Maddie’s stomach, eyes tired and damp, the muscles in his face tight as if he’s longing to put his fist through the nearest wall. Maddie is doing her best to comfort him, cradling his head to her chest as she runs a hand through his hair. It’s the exact thing she does whenever she comforts Jee after a particularly bad day or nightmare. Buck’s eyes glance toward the TV.

Chimney asks what Buck is thinking, “Is that Bluey?”

Maddie sighs and pauses the episode. “Apartment hunting went that well?”

Chimney glances toward Buck, obviously conflicted about confronting them when they’re not exactly doing anything too suspicious. Buck glances down at the covers they’re under, wondering if they’re just fast changers and good actors. Or maybe this is Maddie’s way of comforting Eddie after rejecting his booty call.

Either way, he needs to be strong for Chimney. He gets right to the point. “We know about your affair.”

Maddie looks blankly at Buck, then gives Chimney a look of complete disbelief. Eddie rolls his eyes and puts his glass on the side table. “Buck-”

“No!” Buck says, holding his hand up. “Stop with the lies, Eddie. I know. I know about the brunch dates, the secret pictures, the birthday wish, the love confession after your wine night and in the mirror, and the fact you’ve been trying to hide this from me!” He takes a quick glance to his left, Leo coming to mind as he stutters out, “A-And Chimney.”

“The what?” Maddie asks, sounding genuinely baffled.

Buck groans, looking toward Chim for support, only to find him eyeing Buck suspiciously, as if he’s made this all up! Buck widens his eyes at him, trying to get his support, but Chimney crosses his arms and takes a step back, taking in the scene before him as if he’s just a spectator in this whole thing.

Buck takes a deep breath and looks back at the pair staring at him, looking more confused than confronted. But a quick glance at the picture of Jee on the nightstand reminds him why this all matters. “Think of the kids, guys. Jee, my unborn nephew, and Chris–”

“Okay, no one is having an affair,” Maddie says, gesturing to her stomach as if that is an automatic excuse.

Buck shakes his head, staring at his sister, trying to get through to her as he gestures to Eddie. “You’re saying that you’re really not in love with Eddie?” The question sounds a bit more surprised than accusatory.

“Yes, Buck,” Maddie states firmly. “I’m not in love with Eddie because I happen to be in love with Chimney, you know, my husband.”

Chimney’s chest puffs out a little bit at the statement, but Buck ignores him to look at Eddie.

“And you–”

Eddie shakes his head, taking the covers off his sweatpants-clad legs. “We’re not doing this here.”

“Yes, we are,” Buck says through his teeth.

“No, we’re going home. Right now.”

The way he says it sends a jolt of electricity down Buck’s spine that he tries to ignore. “See, you’re avoiding it because you are.”

“I’m not!” Eddie practically yells, arms wide.

Buck points at him angrily. “We have a no lying rule, Edmundo.”

Eddie straightens up, arms crossing as his tone and volume drop, taking a step forward. “We do. And you know why that is? Because I fucked up. I fucked up my kid so bad that he had to flee the state and run eight hundred miles away from me and let my parents play their fucked up version of house that literally made him sick. All because I lied to him.” He points an accusatory finger at him. “I just got him back, and you think I would do something that would risk destroying everything we have now?”

He makes a good point, but Buck knows what he’s seen. “Maybe for Maddie, you would.”

Eddie’s finger curls back into a fist as he takes in a deep breath. He lets his fingers open as he exhales. “Why are you doing this, Buck?”

“Because I’m trying to fix this before it can ruin what we’ve created – what you’ve created – with Chris.” Before Eddie can argue, Buck explains, “I saw the text messages, Eddie. How you’re thankful I don’t know about this, that I was onto you, and how you hate sharing the bed with me.”

Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up. “You went through my messages?”

“You were passed out.”

“And that’s supposed to make it better?”

Buck folds in on himself.

“Dios, Buck,” Eddie breathes out, shaking his head. “You got it all wrong.”

“How?” Buck asks, exasperated. “How can this be anything other than you being in love with Maddie?”

“Because I’m gay,” Eddie chokes out.

Buck’s heart stops.

It takes longer than three minutes and seventeen seconds for it to start again as the whole world comes to a halt.

“Oh my god,” Chimney whispers as if realizing something, reminding Buck that they aren’t the only two in the room.

Buck blinks once, then twice. He shakes his head.

“No, you’re in love with Maddie.”

Eddie stares at him, his brown eyes beyond hurt, but he doesn’t say a word. He just shakes his head and scoffs, a humorless, silent laugh, before he grabs his keys and wallet from the side table, walking past Buck and out of the room.

Buck glances up at Maddie who looks angry on behalf of her friend but disappointed as Buck’s sister. We don’t hurt our friends, Buck can practically hear her say.

“I’m sorry,” he breathes out as he turns around, following Eddie, catching up to him quickly as he puts his shoes on by the door.

“Eddie…”

Eddie holds up a finger to him – surprisingly, his pointer finger and not the middle one.

Buck takes the hint and shuts his mouth.

When Eddie is done tying his shoes, he looks right at him. “I’ll see you at the house.”

Buck tries not to focus on the way he says the house instead of our house. “Eddie, you’ve been drinking, let me drive you back.”

“I’ll get an Uber.”

Buck’s jaw tenses, but he takes the hint. He nods once. “Venmo request me the amount.”

Eddie just stares at him.

Buck tests his luck and asks, “Can I wait until it gets here?”

Based on the way Eddie’s eyes try to burn a hole through his head, Buck’s going to take that as a no. He clears his throat. “I’ll, uh, see you at home.” He doesn’t waste time leaving, afraid that it’s Eddie’s turn to maim him, not that he wouldn’t deserve it.

He drives home in silence, not even beginning to process what has happened.

When he gets to the house, he checks Eddie’s location to see if the Uber has picked him up yet, but he finds that he’s already been dropped off somewhere. Bobby’s house.

He wonders if Maddie drove him there.

Buck heads straight to the kitchen and starts baking just about anything that he has the ingredients for when he finally lets himself think of everything that went down with Eddie.

Eddie, who is not straight.

Unless that was just a lie to cover the affair.

Buck shakes his head, and, for the first time since he’s been made aware of this friendship, he takes Eddie at his word.

He goes back to Maddie’s birthday, thinking about the thing Eddie wasn’t ready to tell him that Maddie was pushing him to say. And Maddie, being Buck’s sister, would know how hard Buck would take it if Eddie came out to her first instead of him. She was just delaying the inevitable crash out Buck would have, especially since Eddie had apparently drunkenly come out to her months ago.

He thinks about their messages and how Eddie needed to tell Chris first. How he didn’t want to tell his parents about what Buck thought was an affair when really…

He sighs and puts his head in his flour covered hands. He has to be the worst friend in the entire world to have forced Eddie to come out when he wasn’t ready.

Oh fuck, so that’s what Eddie wanted to talk to him about tonight. So, maybe he was ready, but… that’s no excuse for how it happened. Especially compared to how Buck had come out to him and was met with a hug and reassurance that it would change nothing between them

And now Buck has to live with the fact that when Eddie came out, he told him he wasn’t gay because he was actually in love with his sister.

It’s all a mess.

He glances in the direction of their bedroom, wondering if he really needs to go apartment hunting now. God, he’s going to miss waking up in Eddie’s arms every morning.

Wait. Eddie had panicked about sharing the bed with Buck. He also had to lock himself in the bathroom to get away from massaging Buck. Plus, Maddie had told Eddie not to tell Buck he’s gay, after seeing right through Buck’s poor excuses as to why he couldn’t be in love with Eddie.

It all makes sense now.

Eddie’s gay, but he doesn’t have feelings for him.

It explains why he’s been waiting to tell him. Clearly, it would be hard to continue living in their cozy, domestic world that has teetered on the not-so-platonic side after Eddie came out. They live in each other’s bubble more often than not, and although Buck being bi didn’t change anything… Eddie being gay does.

How hard would it have been for Eddie to explain to Buck that he doesn’t want him to misinterpret his actions, that even though they could be seen as romantic, it would never work out, not because he’s straight, but because he just doesn’t feel that way about Buck?

It all adds another layer to the complexity surrounding Eddie coming out, which, once again, Buck is reminded that he’s added to even more.

He digs around his spice cabinet, trying to find his natural food dyes.

Buck shakes his head and closes it. He’s pretty sure a six-layer rainbow cake would result in a justifiable punch in the face or eviction notice. So, he grabs the bag of flour and stares at it, wondering if he has enough to make a batch of those scones Eddie liked.

It’s going to take more than baked goods to fix this, but Buck has to start somewhere.

At some point mid baking spiral, the front door opens and closes. Buck jumps.

In a few hours, he only managed to get two different trays of muffins, a pan of brownies, and the scones in the oven, and he’s certain that it isn’t enough.

Maybe he should’ve started making bread instead.

Jesus, what he should’ve done is think about what he’s going to say to Eddie.

“I hope you don’t expect me to help clean this up.”

Buck startles again, turning away from the flour covered counter to look at Eddie. He leans against the doorway, arms crossed, face carefully neutral.

Buck wipes his hands against his apron anxiously. “You’re back.”

“Had to make a stop.”

“At Bobby’s,” Buck fills in.

Eddie’s brow furrows, lips pursing as he stares at him. “You’ve been watching my location.” It’s a statement more than a question, so Buck doesn’t try to deny it. Eddie sighs and shakes his head. “Jesus, Buck. My messages and now my location.”

“I thought I was doing the right thing,” Buck retorts. He may have gone about it wrong, but his heart was in the right place.

“I know,” Eddie replies, surprisingly calm. He takes a few steps into the kitchen, pausing at the table and glancing down at the various bowls. He takes a swipe at the leftover brownie batter and lifts a finger to his mouth, tongue darting out to taste it.

“There’s also muffins and scones in the oven,” Buck says dumbly, mesmerized by the sight.

Eddie glances up at him. “Well, it’s a start.”

Buck frowns. ��A start?”

“To your apology.”

“Eddie–”

He holds a hand up to Buck. “I know, Buck. You were trying to do the right thing, you already said that.”

Buck takes a tentative step forward, ducking his head down so it’s level with Eddie. “I’m sorry,” he says sincerely.

Eddie glances away.

Buck feels desperate to get through to him. “I should’ve believed you. I should’ve known better than to assume you would do something to hurt Chris, especially after all the work you’ve done in therapy and with him; I completely undermined all of that. I just saw you and Maddie together, and I panicked. I thought you were replacing me, but I went to the extreme thinking that you were putting Maddie in a role that’s even more important than mine in your life. I- I thought you were going to leave me again, and I couldn’t handle it.”

He takes a step closer, and Eddie looks up at him. “But I never should’ve reacted like that to you coming out. And I can’t believe I have to say this, but I know you wouldn’t lie to me about that. I’m sorry that I wasn’t a safe person for you to come out to, and I proved why.” He looks away and rubs his hands on his apron again. “And I’m sorry I’m making this about me again, but this doesn’t have to change a thing between us.”

Buck’s not sure what he expects, but it’s not for Eddie to grab one of the dirty bowls, bring it to the sink, and start rinsing it out. He opens the dishwasher and starts loading it with the bowl in his hand and other dishes in the sink. When he runs out, he reaches behind him, hand open toward Buck.

“You don’t have to–”

“Dishes, Buck.”

Buck’s stomach twists, and he immediately begins handing things over. Dishes are never something Eddie does on his own voluntarily unless he needs to think.

Buck would love to know what he’s thinking about, or else he’s going to spiral.

Hell, he’s already spiraled. He might end up spontaneously combusting.

Luckily, there’s two firefighters in the house, right?

Buck gives him five minutes – he keeps track on the oven timer – but right when Buck is about to say something, Eddie stares out the window and asks, “What if I want things to change between us?”

The words make Buck’s blood run cold. He remains frozen until Eddie turns around to gauge his reaction. His nostrils flare involuntarily, and it takes everything in him to make sure the corners of his lips aren’t entirely downturned. He nods. “Yeah, man, of course. I get it. I’ll start looking for apartments.”

To make this easier for Eddie, he makes a beeline for the living room where Eddie left the iPad on the coffee table in front of the couch. He’s about to grab it when Eddie calls out, “Wait, what?”

Buck turns to Eddie standing in the kitchen doorway, eyes wide and frantic. “I’ll get out of your hair. It’s been a long time coming, and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable anymore.”

“Uncomfortable?”

Buck nods, resisting the urge to take a step closer to him. “We’ve been closer than ever recently. And now that you’re out, it’s harder to keep doing what we’ve been doing without it coming across as… romantic.” He raises his hands and frantically shakes them, heart racing. “And I’m not saying that just because you’re gay that means that you would have feelings for me, in fact, I know it’s the opposite. But it would be hard to explain that to other people or me, so I’m okay to take a step back. Go back to the way we were before. I wouldn’t want us to confuse Chris or anything.”

During Buck’s whole rant, Eddie grows increasingly more and more serious. By the time Buck is finished, Eddie’s face is carefully blank except for the way his mouth is slightly agape. He takes a deep breath and says, “Evan Buckley, I will never understand the way your brain works. First, Maddie and I, now this?”

Buck feels like he should be a little offended. “I don’t understand.”

Eddie ducks his head and mutters, “Dios.” He glances up at Buck slowly and takes a few steps past the doorway into the dining area. “Bobby said that he wasn’t surprised that you had jumped to such extreme conclusions about me and Maddie. Talked about your fear of abandonment, general impulsivity, and need to fix things. That all combined with the fact that your heart is infuriatingly big and the driving factor behind your decisions leads to things like this happening. And Athena…”

“What did she say?” Buck jumps to ask.

“Buck’s gonna Buck,” Eddie breathes out with a laugh.

Buck feels a shift, but he tries not to let himself think too hard.

It doesn’t work because he immediately goes to a state of slight panic, thinking about the people he loves talking about him behind his back. Except, it’s not entirely a bad thing necessarily since Eddie’s telling him exactly what they said, and it doesn’t sound bad, but–

Before he knows it, Eddie’s right in front of him, hand resting on his shoulder, thumb right above his collarbone.

Buck’s vision comes back into focus, and he takes in the concern in Eddie’s brown eyes. “Buck, I need you to listen very carefully. I wouldn’t hold hands with my other friends when I’m falling asleep, I wouldn’t do something like wake up spooning Hen and beg her to stay a few more minutes, and I wouldn’t prepare a candlelit dinner for Chimney.”

Buck snorts. “Yeah, because they’re not your best friend.”

“Oh my fucking god,” Eddie says, cupping Buck’s head with both hands. “Buck, I can’t believe I’m going to have to spell it out to you.”

The phrasing hits Buck very suddenly, envisioning the open crack of the bathroom door, he’s reminded of the reason he’s here now.

I can’t believe I’m in love with a Buckley.

And if it’s not Maddie, and Eddie’s gay, then… Well, he can’t imagine Phillip Buckley would be all that appealing. Which can only mean…

Buck takes a sudden step back and stares at Eddie, eyes wide and searching.

Eddie’s cheeks are pink.

The way they are around Maddie.

The way they are around Maddie because Eddie’s been talking about him. Just like the server told him.

“I need to sit down,” he announces before flopping down on the couch.

Eddie, his best friend, is gay. And in love with him.

He tries to go back over everything he’s managed to overlook, and, yeah, maybe the whole bed sharing and cuddling in the morning should’ve been the first sign. And then the almost kiss. And… “Eddie, were you trying to seduce me when you were washing my car?”

Buck doesn’t think it’s possible, but Eddie manages to turn a little redder. “I-I mean. I wouldn’t say that.”

“You totally did,” Buck says, smile growing on his face. His best friend, the one who was flirting with him when he was drunk, and Buck managed to overlook the whole thing with the damn condoms and Eddie wanting to help him undress after promising to be quiet. Buck’s cheeks turn a similar shade of red.

He frowns suddenly and holds out his hand. “Phone.”

Eddie rolls his eyes but gets it out of his pocket, handing it over.

Buck easily unlocks it and opens his and Maddie’s messages, scrolling past the big apology Maddie sent on behalf of Buck for his behavior today, and goes all the way up to the message from Maddie thanking Eddie for telling her something.

He scrolls up only two messages sooner and sees it. Maddie had sent a photo of Buck in the midst of his rant about how he’s not in love with his straight best friend who is a renter, and Eddie had gotten back to her a few hours later.

m so in lovwith him it hruts

???

call me!!!

He turns off the phone and puts it on the coffee table.

A single scroll up, and Buck would’ve known.

Actually, it’s entirely possible he would’ve come up with some excuse to convince himself that message was in no way about him.

“Not the best way for me to have come out for the first time, especially since we’d only talked a few times, but…” Eddie shrugs. When Buck looks at him inquisitively, Eddie explains, “Like we said, we talked a bit when I moved to Texas. She helped with some renovations and answered questions about how you were doing. The deepest talk we had was about my PTSD and her own trauma surrounding the kidnapping.” He gestures toward his phone. “But that was what really got us talking, which was why I didn’t know how to tell you we were close. What was I supposed to say? I drunkenly confessed my love for you to your sister and cried about it to her for hours, and even when I’m sober, I can’t shut up about you, and she was the only person I felt like I could go to?”

It's… a lot. And Buck’s not entirely sure he’s not dreaming or in yet another weird coma dream. So, he asks, “Can you hold my hand?”

Eddie nods and nearly closes the distance between them as he sits next to him on the couch, offering his hand, palm up to Buck in the space between them. Buck takes it quickly, noticing the tremor in his best friend’s hand. He looks up at him, seeing Eddie’s own panic taking over him. But Buck has to be absolutely sure, “You’re in love with me?”

Eddie squeezes his hand, running a thumb over the back of his hand. “Yes, Evan, I’m…” he trails off and scrunches his nose up. “God, is it weird to call you that after…” he makes a vague gesture, spinning his pointer finger around.

“Tommy?” Buck guesses.

Eddie groans, “Please, don’t bring up the ex who you slept with in my house.”

Buck laughs, getting a little cocky as he asks, “Are you jealous?”

“Yes, I’m jealous because I’m in love with you.”

Buck already knew this. He did. He just found out with enough evidence that it’s honestly nearly impossible to dispute.

But hearing the words out of Eddie’s mouth is the final piece of confirmation that he needs.

Eddie’s in love with him.

He sits with it for another moment, but his mind is stuck on one thing. Buck can’t help but ask, “Is that why you threw my mattress out?”

“Yes,” Eddie answers immediately. “You’re lucky I didn’t burn the whole house down.”

Buck laughs, relaxing for the first time that day when Eddie laughs as well, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he drops his head on the back of the couch, his canines on full display, so beautiful.

“I love you,” Buck says suddenly.

Eddie’s laughter dies, but the joy on his face grows. “Yeah?”

Buck nods.

“I had a feeling.”

Buck laughs and knocks his shoulder against him. “Shut up.”

“You shut up.”

“Make me,” Buck says, voice low. He takes a pointer from his Buck 1.0 days and licks his lips to draw Eddie’s eyes to them.

He’s fully expecting Eddie to laugh at the cheesy line, but he seems transfixed by him, eyes lingering on his lips before darting to his eyes, looking over his face as if seeing him for the first time. “Okay,” he whispers, as he lets go of Buck’s hand to drape it over the couch behind Buck, shifting closer. His other hand comes up to cup Buck’s face gently, thumb tracing over the stubble there, and Buck mirrors him only for Eddie’s hand to slowly trace down his neck and cling to his shoulder.

His thumb slots into the spot reserved on Buck just for him, and he finally pulls him in.

Their lips brush together gently before slotting together in a chaste first kiss.

When Buck secretly pictured this moment – before scolding himself for letting himself think that way about his straight best friend – he always imagined it would be something wildly intense and devouring. They had never really done anything in the right order before, so he hadn’t expected their first kiss to feel like a first kiss.

Except, this kiss feels less like a question of what’s to come but instead a confirmation that this is it – each other’s last.

Buck pulls away from the soft kiss first, letting Eddie take the time he needs to fully process this very-

And he’s kissing him again.

Buck’s positively overwhelmed with the fact that Eddie Diaz knows how to kiss, and Buck’s not sure if he’s ever had someone make his toes literally curl from a kiss and steal his breath. He manages a breath when he opens his mouth, which Eddie takes as an invitation to deepen the kiss, and Buck thinks this has to be a coma dream or he’s died and gone to heaven.

He groans when Eddie shifts on the couch and straddles him. Only breaking away for a second to grunt, “Fuck, I’m so gay,” before kissing Buck again.

When Buck has to come up for air, Eddie presses their foreheads together and whispers, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Buck whispers, out of breath.

Eddie pulls back suddenly and reaches behind him, patting at the coffee table, and nearly losing his balance, making Buck steady him as he finally gets what he was looking for. He holds his phone up triumphantly. “I’ve got to tell Maddie about this.”

Buck groans and throws his head back against the couch. “If this is what you two being friends is going to be like, I’m still not going to like it.”

“You don’t want me to be close to my future sister-in-law?��

The question makes Buck's heart hammer in his chest. “You proposing to me, Diaz?”

Eddie glares at the last name but turns an interesting shade of pink.

Buck sits up a little straighter, bringing them closer together.

“Chris has the ring in his room, and I may have gotten Bobby’s blessing today.”

“Yes,” Buck says immediately.

Eddie throws his head back with a laugh. “Buck, I haven’t even asked. Plus, Hen, Karen, and Maddie wanted to help plan something big that was going to be perfect with everyone-”

“I don’t care,” Buck insists. “So, unless you want me to ask first, you have to ask right now.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows and crosses his arms, which looks a little funny considering he’s still on top of him. “You want me to explain to Chris that he missed our proposal because you were impatient?”

Buck pouts, especially when Eddie climbs off him.

But then Eddie drops to a knee in front of the couch, and Buck’s heart skips a beat. He takes Buck’s hands and tries and fails not to let his amusement bleed into his exasperation. “Evan Buckley, will you please wait to say yes to my proposal?”

Buck laughs and cradles his head in his hands. “Yes, but only for Chris.” He joins Eddie on his knees to kiss him, but Eddie ends up complaining about them being too old to be kneeling on the hardwood floor.

They stay there for a little while longer anyway.

-:-:-:-:-:-

“So, Buck thought you were having an affair with his sister, but, really, you were just sneaking around with her to talk about how much you were in love with Buck. Then, after he found out that wasn’t what was happening and you came out, he thought you didn’t want to be with him, although you two were sharing a bed and doing everything married couples do. But as soon as he realized you had feelings for him, you two kissed, and then Buck begged you to propose immediately?”

“Yeah, that sounds right,” Eddie replies with a big smile, watching as Buck chats with a slightly ill looking Maddie.

Ravi shakes his head. “So, why did you two break up in the first place?”

Eddie frowns and finally looks at him. “What?”

“Oh, sorry, is that a touchy subject?”

Eddie shakes his head. “No, we never broke up.”

Ravi tilts his head. “So, Buck thought you were cheating on him and suddenly fell out of love with him? Wait, I thought he dated that Tommy guy. Oh, are you in an open relationship?”

“No, Buck and I only started dating recently, monogamously.”

Ravi stares at him like he’s grown a second head. He walks away muttering something about, “I will never understand the whole Buck and Eddie thing…”

Eddie doesn’t blame him, honestly, because sometimes he barely gets it either. He wouldn’t change it for the world, though.

He makes eye contact with Maddie and winks at her. She winces slightly but winks back at him.

Now’s the time.

He looks around Bobby and Athena’s backyard, making sure everyone is there as he pats the inside pocket of his jacket where the small box is sitting. He waits for Maddie to stand up and lead Buck to the middle of the yard, where everyone can see them.

As soon as she stands and carefully guides Buck toward him, Eddie’s heart hammers in his chest. He glances Chris’s way and sees him trying to hide his huge, suspicious grin, but he gives up to give his dad a thumbs up.

There’s a loud gasp behind him and the sound of water hitting the ground, and Eddie’s head whips around, watching as a puddle collects under Maddie’s feet.

Eddie completely throws away his plans as he races over and grabs her hand. “You were having contractions this whole time?”

“I didn’t want to ruin the moment,” Maddie whispers back.

“Whatever moment that is, it can wait until after we get you to the hospital,” Buck says, oblivious as ever.

“No!” Maddie practically yells, getting everyone’s attention in quite a different way than was planned. “Edmundo Diaz, you better get on one knee right now.”

Eddie does just that, digging into his pocket as gracelessly as possible, but Buck doesn’t care based on the way his eyes are already wet.

“Evan Buckley, the first day I met you was… a lot. You immediately hated me, but I knew I would do just about anything to change that. And I did.” He gets a laugh from Buck and a slight groan from Maddie. “We promised that we would always have each other’s backs, and, somehow, through everything, we’ve kept that promise.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Eddie can see Chimney’s about ready to throw Maddie over his shoulder and run her out of there.

“This also means having our family’s backs, which means speeding this up so we can get Maddie to the hospital. But, Buck, I love you, and I will make up for all of this in our vows.” He takes a deep breath and smiles. “But first, I have to ask, will you marry me?”

Buck nods, a few tears streaming down his face, beautiful as ever. “Yes.”

Their family cheers around them as Buck kisses him quickly, slides on the ring, and pulls Eddie to his feet. He turns to his family and announces, “Let’s get Maddie to the hospital! Chris, you’re with us!”

On the way out, Maddie asks Buck and Chimney if they’re okay with Eddie driving her. They both share a look, and Maddie teases, “You two can have a fun Bro Day moment with Chris.”

Buck looks like he would rather get struck by lightning, but Chimney nods and turns to Eddie. “You better take care of my wife,” Chimney says tensely before kissing Maddie. “I’ll see you at the hospital, where I will immediately be stealing you back.”

Buck tosses Eddie the keys to the Jeep and winks. “I’ll see you later, fiancé.”

A very red Eddie quickly gets Maddie in the car and drives carefully to the hospital.

She reaches over and squeezes his knee. “I’m so proud of you.”

The words tug at his heart, and Eddie sniffs a bit as tears sting his eyes again. “Again, thank you for sending me that picture and being there to listen to me pine after your brother. I’m sure it was painful to witness.”

“A little,” Maddie jokes with a giggle. “But it was worth it. Even the part when Buck thought we were in love.”

Eddie laughs loudly and squeezes her hand. “I do love you, entirely platonically though.”

“I love you entirely platonically, too.”

A comfortable silence settles between them until Maddie’s next contraction, which Eddie tries to distract her from by asking, “So, why exactly were magnets banned in your house growing up?”

“Maybe we should save that for our next brunch when I’m not about to have a baby in your car.”

“Right,” Eddie says, luckily approaching the hospital, spotting where Chimney is pacing back and forth around the front entrance with Buck and Chris, who are trying their best to calm him down.

When Maddie gets out of the car, she calls out, “I love you!”

“I love you, too!” Eddie yells back.

Buck turns back to him, jaw dropped as he gestures to where she’s walking off.

Eddie rolls his eyes. “I’m going to find parking.”

“Uh, I’ll go with you,” Buck says.

Chris smiles. “I’ll be in the waiting room, Dads.”

Eddie watches Buck try not to vibrate out of his skin at the comment as he kisses Chris on the head. “We’ll see you soon.”

Buck climbs into the passenger seat, and as soon as Eddie has pulled away, he jokes, “Should I be concerned that you’re confessing your love for my sister right before she has her baby?”

“Is this going to be a thing every time we interact?”

Buck leans across the center console and drops his voice. “I mean, there’s definitely a way to prove me wrong, and part of the solution is right under my seat.”

“Buck!”

“What? It can take a while to have a baby.”

Eddie parks and turns to him. “We are not going to miss the birth of our nephew because you wanted to get it on in the parking lot.”

Buck frowns. “Not even a little makeout session… with my fiancé?”

The words almost have Eddie convinced until Bobby and Athena pull up next to them.

“Sorry, future husband, maybe next time.”

Buck perks up. “Future husband…” he trails off, getting all teary-eyed.

“Future husband,” Eddie says again, leaning across to kiss him one time.

There’s a loud knock on their window, and they look up to find Hen looking at them, unimpressed. “Your sister is having a baby, let’s go.”

They both get out of the car, making their way to the waiting room, hand in hand.

Buck leans in, “What about the supply closet?”

“I swear to god, Buck…”

“It’s actually ‘Future Husband’ to you.”

Eddie glances at him, thumb tracing over the ring as he smiles at his fiancé. “It sure is.”

The two of them settle into the uncomfortable seats, Eddie pulling out his phone to pass the time. He grabs Buck's hand when he sees his knee bouncing.

He can feel Buck watching him out of the corner of his eye, so he pulls up his contact, staring at the contact picture that brought them here before editing the name to “Buck (Future Husband).”

Buck squeezes his hand.

Eddie goes to Maddie’s contact and changes the name to “Maddie (Secret Lover).”

Buck shoves him lightly, rolling his eyes and moving to pull their hands away.

Eddie only holds on tighter, bringing their hands to his mouth to kiss the back of Buck’s.

His phone buzzes, and they both glance at the message from Maddie.

(M) brunch tuesday at my place with your fiancé? 😉

“Isn’t she supposed to be having a baby?” Buck asks.

Eddie laughs.

(E) Can’t wait!

(E) Buck will bake whatever you want.

“I’ll do what now?”

Eddie nudges him and stands up. “Come on, we’ve got to get something Maddie left in the car.”

Hen gives them another put-out look, but Karen winks at him and mouths I’ll watch the kids.

For once, Buck knows exactly what’s happening.

As soon as they’re out the front door, he nearly starts skipping. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” Eddie says with a laugh.

And for the first time, Eddie knows this is something Buck-related he definitely won’t be telling Maddie about.

#buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 abc #911 #911 spoilers #kind of #5 + 1 fic #buddie fic #buddie fanfic

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silcobrainrot · 2 days ago

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@favvnsongs you gave me an excuse to talk about that moment some more and I'm taking it

Handing her the syringe is a symbolic gesture. It puts them on equal ground. Here is this medical device he needs to (presumably) not lose that eye, a daily ritual he needs help with that causes him a great deal of pain. Tending to that eye is a very vulnerable position for him. This is an "I trust you" as much as it is an "I have weaknesses too."

She can't even look at him as he turns around. It's only when she sees the syringe that she picks her head up. She almost looks surprised, like how could he still trust her with this when she just destroyed a whole airship? But he does. He still wants her help. He trusts her with this even though she messed up. I wouldn't be surprised if he used this as a means of bonding very early on, and it's a ritual she can now take comfort in even if, for him, it's physically unpleasant.

He's giving her a certain amount of power over him to help reassure her he's not angry and he's not going to berate her the way he berates the people beneath him. She's not beneath him. He needs to be on her level to talk about Vi. He can't be talking down at her when he reminds her that her sister is gone.

And she doesn't just take the syringe, she caresses his hand and slips it from his fingers. He's barely holding on to it. And then what does she do?

She puts her hand around the throat of a man who was almost drowned by someone with their hands around his neck. He doesn't react to it at all. He trusts her so inherently it doesn't even occur to his body she might be threatening him. He is so patient and understanding with her, and he does not force her to come any closer. He has to have an uncomfortable conversation with her and he lets her do what she needs to. He waits for her to come to him and if physical contact is what she needs he's going to let it be on her terms.

His hands are folded in his lap. He offered her the syringe and waited for her to take it, then he put his hands down and leaned back in his chair. She puts her legs over him, she puts her hand on his neck, she slumps against him. He does grab her wrist a little later because her mind starts to wander and he needs her to hear him when he talks about the Nation of Zaun, but apart from that, she initiates all of the touch, and that's a pattern throughout their interactions. He's very careful with how he touches her.

He doesn't hesitate to put himself on her level, raise her up while crouching down. She is physically above him for most of this conversation. He looks up at her while she looks down at him. I think the reason this scene makes so many people uncomfortable is less about the "red flags" they think they're seeing* and more about how this breaks the familiar villain-ward archetype. The past three episodes he was a ruthless, apathetic, capital V Villain™️ who was willing to murder children to get revenge against Vander and now he's waiting patiently, speaking softly, and having this conversation as gently as he can.

Does it end up going well? Not quite, but not for lack of trying. Jinx, unfortunately, misunderstands him because her mind twists and distorts things in line with what her trauma and anxieties tell her about herself. He does his best here.

In summary they make me feel so many things. So so many. Look at them. They're perfect.

*(Though the animators definitely wanted people to be a little uncomfortable with how close they are, especially in the baptism scene, and I think that was a good choice that ended up giving them a lot more depth and made their trust in each other believable.)

I think out of everything I've probably rewatched the scene of Silco and Jinx in his office in ep 4 the most and this moment specifically just does something to my brain.

Up until this point Silco has been.... not quite aggressive with his body language but harsh and imposing. His movements can be slow and methodical but there's always an undertone of intimidation. A minute prior he's grilling Sevika with the cold blooded, ruthless antagonism we've seen before and expect, and now he's calm, relaxed, inviting Jinx in and offering her comfort. His face and his movements are so soft.

And it doesn't start when he sees how upset she is, it starts when she's still in the rafters. They could have made him angry then force himself to calm down when he sees how vulnerable she is, but he cares enough about her and knows enough about her to know that's not what she needs. As soon as he knows they're alone his entire demeanor shifts.

How he lays into Sevika for fucking up vs how he tells Jinx to take some time after "today's screw up." The gesture and pose are similar, this is his natural body language, but his emotional state is completely different. His face is so much more relaxed he almost looks younger. His body is turned more towards her and he's not hunching his shoulders, which also closes your body to someone. There's 30 seconds between that frame of him grilling Sevika and him handing Jinx the syringe. Every character has such nuanced, realistic body language and no one's behavior is one note.

This is such a quick but excellent subversion of expectations and both the setup and execution are flawless. Sevika saved his life and lost her arm in the process, and we see him being savage to her. We expect him to grill Jinx just as hard because that's his character up until the second he asks her "what happened" all cool, calm, and collected. His patience for her is endless because his affection is, too. He's barely aware of it at this point in the story, but for us it's a slap in the face. In exactly 2 minutes 1 second they shift both these characters' stories onto a completely different set of tracks, we're in unusual territory for villain-ward relationships.

Zooming in on this because I'm normal about his hands. End post.

#silco #silco arcane #arcane silco #silco and jinx #jinx and silco #jinx #jinx arcane #arcane jinx #arcane #arcane meta #the brainrot strikes again

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emidescent · 2 days ago

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A Terrans Purpose.

A HDG Microfic, Featuring dollification.

It wasn't easy, switching from living under the accord to the compact.

At least beforehand I got to show up to work, get given my list of tasks to complete and complete them well.

If I was lucky my boss would even email me a picture of a pizza slice to let me know i'd done well.

But since the compact took over I no longer had that.

I tried to fill in my days attending the events and classes the Affini were propping up everywhere.

But dragging myself out of bed each day to find new things to do was so tiring.

The events were fun, don't get me wrong. But having to find and choose one is so draining.

I even tried to join a forum to get ideas for things to do.

But all the passive language just failed to compel me.

"For anyone who wants to join, we're learning to draw on Saturdays in Whisperleaf Park"

Well now I just don't want to make the effort to join y'know?

I brought it up to my therapist, she seemed a little concerned, but she had some ideas at least.

The first one was a bust, apparently factories are replaced largely by compilers.

The second was interesting for a while.

They installed a program called helper on my computer.

And when I opened it I received messages from sophonts requesting I assist in doing simple things for them.

Edit a document. Proofread a story. Offer my thoughts on a painting.

Unfortunately I realised they were coming from the same Affini who was tasked with giving me stuff to do.

I kinda lost the drive after that, I needed purpose.

The third idea she came up with...

Well it was certainly interesting.

I was to help Miss Hevershade, 7th bloom and her florets with odd jobs around the ship.

Apparently she lends her florets out to assist with events and to fill vacancies in floret positions in cafes and such.

(I thought they just closed down for the day if the florets were indisposed but apparently some Affini and Florets really need the routine, so they hire backup if they can)

And I won't lie. It was fun.

On my first two days Miss Hevershade picked me up with her florets on the way to staff a few cafes. And it was nice.

I got shown how to make coffee, and I picked it up pretty quickly.

Her florets surprised me, I was used to seeing them stumbling around, high off their asses, giggling at everything.

But these ones were elegant, refined. Perfect to a fault.

It surprised me when one grabbed my hand to guide me more effectively. Her hands were like mahogany wood carved into a purpose. Like mine, but smooth and hard. I don't know how, but her joints were like a dolls. It was....fascinating.

And made me extremely conscious of my own squishy hands in hers.

The other florets were the same, but with skin like ivory, ochre, or patterned like old world porcelain.

I asked Miss Hevershade later that night.

She called them her dolls, her little terrans who needed purpose. Who wanted to help. Who needed to help.

I didn't even last a minute in the silence that followed before asking my next question.

"Can I be a doll too?"

She smiled brightly and warmly.

She asked me lots of questions, pertaining to the transformation.

I wanted skin like the first dolls. Skin like mine.

I wanted the ball joints.

I wanted it all.

And now, with my brothers and sisters.

This one has it.

This one clicks slightly when she moves.

And this one loves it.

This one ticks when she's still.

And this one loves it.

This one gets to help people all day.

And this one loves it.

This one got a Mistress who loves her for who this one is.

And this one loves her.

Today we're assisting in a nightclub that's hosting a dance party.

Let this one pour you a drink?

#hdg #floretposting #dollposting #microfiction

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skyracha · 13 hours ago

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The Babysitter

[Felix]

RQ: @tayschaufert

“Could you write a cute/fluffy oneshot where Felix is helping us babysit?”

if you’d like to make a request, look here :)

Content: honest to god pure fluff, married!!, pregnant!reader

a/n: turned out kinda short i apologize

My Library HERE :)

Tags: @cowboylikemalika @encoredesires @my-neurodivergent-world @itvenorica124 @0sunshinecryptid0 @lov3rachan @synesthesia-fics @dieklienesuesse

“Thanks again for helping me out. You guys are lifesavers.” My sister in law thanked me again as she handed me my neice, Josie.

She called me earlier asking if Felix and I could babysit since my neice was now 11 months and her and my brother felt she was old enough for them to be able to go out to dinner.

They hadn’t had a night out alone since she was born, so I jumped at the opportunity and Felix was just as excited. “Of course, I’ll never pass up the chance to see my pretty girl.”

Josie’s little grin when I say that makes me melt and my sister-in-law cooes at her one more time before she leaves with my brother.

“Okay, are you ready?” I say as I turn to Felix.

“Oh absolutely who wouldn’t be ready to hang out with this little cutie.” Felix tickles her and she lets out a couple coos in response, which Felix nearly collapses from.

“She said Josie just had a food container and a diaper change, so we should be good for a little while.” I bounce her to get her higher up on my hip. She’d grown so much since I last saw her, she was getting hard to carry.

“Let’s go find a toy to play with huh?!” Felix takes her from me and goes into her nursery to sit on the floor with her.

I grab a few of her favorite toys, and Felix naturally grabs the little toy piano. He plays a couple notes while she looks up at him. Before he can notice, I snap a quick picture. “Want me to go order dinner while you have her occupied?”

“Sure babe- order whatever you want and use my card. Let the baby speak for you.” I laugh and put a hand on my stomach as I walk to go find a takeout menu.

Felix and I had been married for a little under 2 years now and expecting a little one of our own. I wasn’t too far along, only 3 and a half months, but I saw this as a practice run to see how we’d do.

I wasn’t nervous about the baby, I was excited if anything. I knew Felix would make an amazing dad, that was a no brainer, but more so how we’d do together. I was the youngest in my family out of all the grandkids and cousins, so I don’t really have any experience with kids while he does.

I rub my stomach again and decide to order a pizza, my cravings telling me I need something greasy. As I’m ordering, I hear Felix’s excited shouts as he rounds the corner. His pointer finger is wrapped in Josie’s little hand as she walks next to him.

My heart melts at the sight and I finish ordering and hang up, turning to crouch down. I beckon her over to keep walking and eventually she lets go of Felix. “Good job!!” I pick her up to sit on my hip.

She claps and points to me, “Y/Nnie” She hasn’t mastered words quite yet, so my name has been substituted as ‘Y/Nnie’ instead of ‘Aunt Y/N’.

I point to Felix, “Uncle Felix.”

She points “Fe,” is all she gets out and I can’t help but giggle. She whines to be let down, and when I do she takes off into a half run while giggling. Felix jogs after her and I decide to go get some toys for her to play with in the living room.

When I come back out, Felix has her on the floor with the changing mat out. “She smells like pee, so I was gonna change her. It’s been awhile since I changed a diaper though.”

I smile at him, setting the toys down and sitting next to him. “You’ll need all the practice you can get. First undo those straps.”

I walk him through all the steps to change the diaper, and he lays down a fresh diaper, when suddenly she begins peeing, all over his hand.

He sets her back down on what was meant to be a new diaper, and I can’t help but laugh. “Go wash, I got this.”

I grab her little feet and lift her up again like Felix had her, removing the diaper and taking baby wipes to clean her up. I put a new diaper on and redress her before Felix can come back.

Josie is the only kid I’ve been around consistently. I did a couple of babysitting jobs as a teen, but they were all older. “All better huh?”

I move the changing mat and put it in a laundry bin, then come back and sit Josie up so she can play with the toys I brought out.

Felix comes back and joins us. “You’re quick with that.”

“You did half the work for me.” I smile and he looks at me for a long moment.

“I’m so excited to have our own.” He puts his hand on my stomach and looks down at the growing bump. “I can’t even express how much they mean to me already.”

“Me too baby. You’re going to be a great dad.” I plant a kiss on his lips as a knock sounds at the door. “That must be the pizza.”

“I got it.” While he’s gone paying for the pizza, Josie makes grabby hands at me, and I stand so I can pick her up. She’s always been a clingy baby, always wanting to be held. But now that she’s getting bigger, she’s harder to hold up, putting strain on my back.

“You are a sack of potatoes girl!” I grab the TV remote and decide to put on a show for her, hoping it’ll entertain her long enough for Felix and I to eat.

“This smells so good- did you get the meat lovers again?” Felix comes in and I sit on the couch with a transfixed Josie in my lap.

“No, I got the restaurants signature. I don’t even remember what’s all on it. It just sounded good in the moment.” I shrug and grab a piece out of the box when Felix sets it on the table in front of the couch.

“Do you want me to hold her while you eat?” Felix holds his hands out. “I don’t mind.”

I sigh with relief and hand her to him. She immediately turns in his arms and laces her little fingers in his hair, fisting her hand and pulling. I lunge for her hand as Felix’s head snaps down at her surprising strength. “Josie no! We don’t do that!!” I get her hand untangled and brush Felix’s hair back into a small bun. “We do not pull hair ma’am.”

She giggles in response as if she knew what she was doing.

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The evening goes well, and now Felix is trying to put Josie down for the night while you clean up the wreck that was now the house. Josie definitely caused you both to get your cardio in with all her taking off and throwing toys everywhere.

When you finally make it to the nursery to check on Felix, you find them both asleep in the rocking chair in the corner. Josie is sprawled against Felix’s chest and you take the moment to snap a picture before slowly taking her off and putting her in her own bed. You gently wake Felix. “She’s out, why don’t we go lay on the couch?”

Felix smiles lazily and follows you to the living room where you both snuggle up on the couch waiting for your brother and sister-in-law to get back. “I think we did well.”

“Me too.” You giggle as Felix plays with your hair. “I’m exhausted though, and it was only a few hours.”

“Same, she’s a little track star though.” You both laugh. “But I’ll stay up and wait, you get some rest.”

You go to protest but he cuts you off. “You’re the one carrying our baby, you deserve the rest my love.”

He begins to hum softly while tracing shapes down your spine and before you know it, you’re fast asleep.

You dream of when you’re own baby comes along, and what life will look like with Felix.

#skz #stray kids #skz x reader #skz fanfic #skz fluff #skz imagines #lee felix #lee yongbok #skz felix #felix

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