#sometimes they all cuddle up to bobby in his sleep

[flowersintheimpala69]

Happy Wincest Wednesday! Question of the day: does Bobby know?

I know it’s Thursday now but emotionally it’s still wincest Wednesday for me 🙏 (sorry for the late response)

on one hand how couldn’t Bobby know?? Sam and Dean are like sons to him + he’s known them since they were kids, how could he miss something so big like them banging?

on the other hand Bobby has NO clue. He sees hints of it, sure, he’s not blind, but he just can’t think about them like that. it’s such an outrageous idea, he can never even suspect it.

When Sam & Dean were kids Bobby was a bit weirded out by their close behavior. Sometimes he’d catch himself thinking it’s weird how they still share a bed/bath/toothbrush, or how 6 y/o Sam cries whenever Dean leaves the room for too long. That’s not normal brother behavior, Bobby’s not stupid, he knows that. But at the same time he just can’t see what’s there cuz 1) he’s not looking for it and 2) he keeps making excuses or justifications for the weird behavior. Like yea they still takes baths together even tho deans a preteen but hey. They’ve had a rough go at things. Lord knows John isn’t raising them right. It’s not their fault they’re a bit.. codependent or weird. So Bobby just assumes they’ll grow out of it.

He assumes wrong. 16 y/o Sam and 20 y/o Dean come visit (aka dropped off by john so he can go chase a yellow eyes clue for fuck knows how long) and they’re still doing the weird intimate stuff. They share a bed, Dean washes Sam’s hair in the shower, Dean takes a piss while Sam brushes his teeth, they spend nearly all their time together.. and Bobby decides he’s gotta say smth, cuz sure Sam and dean are weirder than most kids their age (theyre hunters for fucks sake ofc they’re weird) but even this is Too Weird.

So Bobby takes Dean aside one night and is like. Heyyyy. Maybe you should stop cutting Sam’s toast crust off for him and cuddling with him and how about I buy u a toothbrush so yall don’t have to share one anymore. And maybe you could go into town and meet some kids your age. How about that.

After their ‘talk’ Bobby sees a visible change in Sam and Dean’s behavior. They don’t cuddle or sleep in the same bed. They use their own toothbrushes and stop sharing clothes. Dean stops motherhenning Sam, and Sam stop clinging to Dean like an imprinted duckling. And Bobby’s like wow I’m amazing at this parenting thing!! Yay!

(In reality Dean and Sam just start hiding it more. But Bobby dosent need to know that)

Sometimes Bobby still notices weirdish stuff about Sam and dean. Like the way Dean touches Sam’s lower back, or when they seemingly disappear for a few hours and when they turn up again Sam has bruises (??) peeking out from under his shirt collar, and deans face is flushed. But it’s so seldom that Bobby just dosent think abt it for too long. It’s whatever.

When Sam and Dean are adults they hide it almost perfectly. Sometimes bobby will find it odd how close they stand together, or how only one of the motel beds looks slept it, or how sometimes they’ll stumble out of the impala, all awkward smiles, Sam limping, and the car windows fogged up. but Bobby mostly assumes they’ve grown out of the weird codependency/intimacy thing.

Bobby does eventually find out in s7. As a ghost he’s tethered to the flask that’s in dean’s possession. Which is how he ends up having to watch Sam and dean have dirty disgusting immoral rough sex every night per their routine. At first he’s shocked, then he’s just REALLY uncomfortable, but he can’t escape it as long as his flask is with Dean.

And Dean carries that fucking flask everywhere. Bobby’s seen Dean blow his brother all across America. In diner bathrooms, once in an empty theater, alleyways, in motel rooms from Austin TX to Boston MA, in the impala. So many times in the impala. Bobby cringes thinking of all the time he’s sat in that car, unknowingly amongst Sam and deans sex germs.

Finally, Bobby is able to make contact with Sam and Dean. There’s this awkward moment of silence where Dean and Sam are realizing. oh. Bobby’s been here the whole time. oh. Bobby’s been here while we’ve banged. Oh. Bobby’s seen us have sex. And knows abt the incest thing. Shoot.

Bobby can see them giving eachother looks and debating whether they should bring it up, but Bobby changes the topic cuz tbh they got bigger problems (leviathan, dick roman) and he dosent wanna have the Incest Talk with his pseudo sons rn.

The next time Bobby sees one of them, it’s when Dean goes to heaven after dying in the finale. They have their talk, and ofc there’s the Large Incestous Elephant in the room so after a moment of silence Dean is like. Heyyyy. So. About me and Sam’s.. relationship..And Bobby interrupts him and is like the less I know the better, and that’s the closest they ever get to talking abt it.

When Bobby occasionally visits Dean and Sam in heaven (in their heaven house or whatever) there’s a tacit rule that Dean and Sam act Normal around Bobby. They do a pretty good job, although sometimes Bobby will catch the tail end of a kiss when he walks back into a room.

I don’t think Bobby would hate them for it. He’s sorta disgusted and veryyyy weirded out abt it cuz. Incest. But also those are his boys. He couldn’t hate them even if he tried.

Thanks for the ask <3 happy belated wincest Wednesday !!

[bella-rose29]

lockwood and co head cannons - playing with hair

(some/a lot of this was influenced by the multiverse of george so thank you 😊)

Lockwood:

let's face it, he's got the hands for this

I imagine he's just really good at it

lazy evenings in the library or living room, sat curled up on a chair together while he strokes his fingers through your hair

super gentle but just the right amount of pressure

definitely puts you to sleep

while he has no idea how to braid hair, he definitely would learn how to if you wanted/had the right hair for it

he'd spend ages trying to do it properly too

probably stick his tongue out in concentration while he tried managing all the different sections of hair

maybe after a case, if it was particularly tough or tiring, he would just help you go to sleep even faster by sitting and playing with your hair

then there's the absent-minded touches

just brief moments where he reaches out to grab a bit/touch his fingers to your hair

just to know that you're still there

Lucy:

she has the perfect hair for running your fingers through

she'll do it for you as well

but more often than not you'll find yourselves sat in such a way that you can bury your fingers in her hair

either her head will be on your chest/stomach while you cuddle on the sofa

or you'll be sat on one of the chairs in the library and Lucy will come and sit between your legs, leaning back against you

and you start absentmindedly running your hands through her hair

if either one of you can't sleep at night for whatever reason then you can bet that whoever needs sleep more will have their hair played with until they fall asleep again

George:

while I don't think George would be a massive fan of playing with hair I do think that he would learn how to braid and other stuff if you wanted him to

but he'd much rather play with your hands than your hair

looking at how your fingers interlock with each other like puzzle pieces that he needs to figure out

feeling every callous and scar on your hands while you do the same for him

he'd be hesitant at first, unsure about initiating the contact

once you'd assured him that it was fine (and also that you thoroughly enjoyed it) he would do it a lot more

sometimes deliberate, nudging your hand with his until you realise what it is he's after and you gladly let him

other times he'll do it subconsciously, like when you're researching together and he'll suddenly start reaching for you and brushing his fingers over yours

or you'll be walking to/from the Archives together and his hand will knock against yours and seconds later he'll be holding your hand and playing with your fingers

tagging @bobbys-not-that-small, @oblivious-idiot, @neewtmas, @maraschinomerry, @lewkwoodnco because this is just a collected document of conversations we've had and I feel like you would appreciate

[agerefandomstuff]

Caregiver headcanons about Dean Winchester from supernatural?

• Hugs from him are tight and all consuming since he always a pours his heart and soul into them. They take all worries away—at least for the moment.

—speaking of; forehead kisses. Started with the occasional feather light one during hugs, turned into kiss attacks on your cheeks to make you laugh.

-hes also just fantastic at making you laugh. Games, teasing, silly dad jokes, bickering with Sam, tickling, playing dress up, whatever he does he knows just how to get you into a giggling fit.

- He loves costumes and getting you in on them.

—and while he may pretend he doesn’t like all the touchy “chick flick” affection, he’s a liar and everyone knows it. He loves cuddling and rocking you.

• He’s strong enough to pick you up and carry you and man.. it’s hard to get him to put you down once he’s got you on his hip.

—He likes being close to you and being able to have you in his arms. He feels like he’s actively protecting you in that moment. Like he can keep all harm away by just holding you.

-Car rides all the time. Whether it’s to clear his head or yours or just to help lull you to sleep to the sound of soft rock and the hum of the road.

-music! His lullabies are all rock songs.

• The toys and outfits he gets you are car themed or rock themed until you state you want something else. (You will have to help shop because he states “doesn’t know what he’s doing.”)

• Cartoons are something he insists on because he likes them. Scooby-Doo is the most obvious one but anything you may request he will get sucked into.

• He likes to cook and bake for you if he can’t because he likes the domesticity of it.

—also sweets. Sweets! Sweets! Sweets! Sam has to intervene occasionally and remind you both that you have to eat real meals other than pie, cake, candy, and whatever else you two have gotten into.

—But Dean can’t say no to giving you desserts when he wants them just as bad.

• He likes caring for you in general because he loves having a family and while he still struggles with the trauma of having to grow up early to be a dad for Sam, he still has the desire to care for someone that needs him completely.

• Being in his life means being in everyone he loves’ life. Sam, Cas, Bobby, etc. Everyone is aware of you two. And as long as you don’t cause world ending trouble and you make Dean happy they can’t complain. Hell they may(absolutely will) even start liking you too from seeing you regressed around him and how he treats you.

• He cares so much. It’s nearly overbearing and it sometimes is misread as being aggression or distrust but he’s just worried and a bit insecure.

• Sam will always be his number one but this all started because he saw his little brother in you so much he couldn’t help his caregiver instincts from taking over.

—He wants to just take care of you forever. Keep you from harms way. From the monsters and horrors of the world that the adults take care of. You’re too little to have to deal with that. So you’re not going to if he has any say in it. And, boy, does he have a lot of say.

—(Sam helps deescalate some of the tension that stems from this recurring conversation, calming Dean down a bit since he knows how it feels to be a target of Dean’s extreme concern.)

— If you get hurt he is all over it. He’s fixing you up before your first tear can even fall.

-But then you get lectured about being careful.

• He freaked out initially when you called him something like “daddy” or “papa.” He hadn’t been expecting to have gotten that attached to you and that intertwined with your regression that you would view him like a father.

—He shut down for a few days and was more distant from you while he processed it. He was afraid of being a dad due to everything in his past and really really didn’t want to become his father.

—It took a “chick flick” heart-to-heart with Sam involved and some tears to get Dean to comes back and try again with you.

—But after a while he warmed up to it entirely and even refers to himself as “daddy” or “papa” or something.

-“I knoooow, kid, but Papa wants to take a nap so you’re coming with. Bring a stuffie to cuddle and complain to.”

- “Daddy and Sammy are gonna have to head out for a little bit. Will you be good and stay right here? Or should I drop you off at Bobby’s to be babysat?” “You want Cas to babysit you? Kid… he— well..angels are busy doing— don’t give me puppy eyes! Did Sam teach you that??”

[waywardcrow]

Koala hugs.

Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Librarian!Reader.

Part of the Sweeter than fiction series.

(This is the first post about it so don’t think you miss something, I got inspiration and here we are)

Summary: After a long day, the only thing she needed is to be in the arms of Bucky.

TW: Stress and a little bit of anger but nothing too explicit, an homophobic asshole (just mentioned), books being mistreated (idk, it gave me anxiety), fluff, Bucky as a human pillow, mention of past insecurities, a petty girl, established relationship, as always: English is not my first language so please let me know if I make a mistake.

Picture from pinterest and graphic by the amazing @ firefly-graphics so all credits to the creators.

The bag hit the floor as soon as she walked in her house, too tired to cared about it this time or about the shoes she left in the middle of the hall the girl made her way to her destiny.

She had one goal in mind, there was one thing that helped her to don’t yell at the little shits who decided to throw books for fun at the back of the library, the thing that made her don’t smack the Karen who went to her desk to complain about the queer books they had in the shelves, the librarian’s head ached from faking a smile while telling that asshole she could file a complain in the city hall if she wanted to. That was her job, not to start a fight before the fairytales reading she had scheduled for that afternoon could begin.

And to make her day more shitty, she found Dolores in the store before going home, the redhead didn’t miss the chance to try to make her react remembering out loud her “time” with Bucky in the cashier’s line before Bobby told her to behave or his wife will kick her out of their business. Dolores will had haunt her forever with her past with Bucky but that was before, Bucky and her didn’t went through hell fighting their ghosts to let that bitch win.

That knowledge didn’t cured her bad mood, her remedy was sleeping in the couch hugging one of her pillows agains his muscular chest. Bucky wasn’t one to take naps in the late afternoon but the last days babysitting Sam and Rose’s kid left him exhausted.

Peach smiled at the sight of him, it was impossible not to, a 6’4 tattooed biker beefy Bucky Barnes cuddling a pink puffy pillow with such a peaceful expression in his handsome face was just so beautiful.

The girl took out her coat and left her in the floor with the grocery bag, not caring about anything else but her boyfriend, Peach pulled Bucky’s pillow from his arms to leave them ready for her.

The once calm expression on her boyfriend changed to a sleepy and cute one when he saw her.

“Hey Peach” his voice raspy and deeper than usual made her pout “what’s the matter?” Bucky started to get up but with one hand she stopped him.

“I want koala hugs”

His eyebrows relaxed before taking her by the hand and pulling her against him, barely awake but loving how far his girlfriend came through, she was still doubtful sometimes but it was getting easier for her to voice her needs.

“Love you so much sweets” he whispered in her skin when she wrapped her thighs around his waist and her arms found their way around his neck, that was their favorite place.

“Love you too Bucky” she sighed, feeling all her stress melt away in his scent, breathing him in as she closed her eyes, letting sleep take them both away.

[sorry-not-feeling-it-right-now]

Do you have any headcanons for the Smiling Critters?

Oh I do actually! Many of which that I was planning on making a comic on, but never really had the motivation to draw them ^^;

I will talk about them here as a post of all my HCs for them, however (that’s all for now, anyway)

Bobby Bearhug

-Has a collection of plush toys that she likes to cuddle with

-Has a hobby on photography. Loves taking photos of her friends smiling and having fun together

-Has a photo book created by Crafty as a gift. Keeps her collection of photos in there and would flip through it whenever she feels nostalgic or misses her friends

-Has a honey farm

-Because of this she’s also a pretty good gardener. Has a beautiful garden in her backyard

-Can’t cook for sh!t, but she’s good at brewing tea with her signature honey mixed into it

-Haven’t really decided on whether I want this, but despite being a bear she is vegan

-Touch is her love language, so whenever she wants to reassure her friends when they’re in distress she’d squeeze their hand slightly and be as close to them as possible

-Sometimes gets involved in things that she really shouldn’t be involved in

-Really strong

Dogday

-Dangerously selfless. Would die protecting his friends

-Has an ego on being “the leader” of the group, and is hesitant on giving that role to someone else due to his insecurity on him not having a specific specialty that makes him unique from the others (his friends loves him regardless, but he doesn’t know that until it was explicitly told to him)

-Later grew to have an interest on rock music

-Despite wearing a smile on his face, he hides his emotions deep deep down in order to not worry anyone

-A fast runner rivalling Hoppy

-Doesn’t really like sitting alone with his thoughts. Often seen doing something

-Has an older brother whom he looks up to. He’s the only family member he knows of

-Has a strong moral compass

-Can be really intimidating if he has to be

-Doesn’t bark often, his bite can really hurt though

-Self care? What self care?

Kickin Chicken

-Fashion king

-Can sew

-Has two sisters. One younger one older

-Because of this he knows how to braid and take care of longer hair

-Actually looks up to Bubba and thinks he’s cool due to how knowledgeable he is

-He is slow, but not an idiot. He is insecure about this

-Unspoken mutual rivalry with Hoppy

-Street smart

-Saves money due to his home environment

-Does skateboarding. Has repaired his skateboard many times

Hoppy Hopscotch

-Very self-critical

-Can be really competitive

-One of the early birds alongside Dogday and Picky

-Often use that energy in the early mornings for morning runs. Sometimes accompanied with Picky

-When she’s really excited she’d be too excited too sleep that day

-Same goes with stress

-Has an interest towards space, only amplified by Bubba being supportive of her interest

-Star gazes with Bubba and Catnap

-Stargazing is pretty much one of the only quiet activities she enjoys

CraftyCorn

-Often seen being in her own little world of imagination

-Has a bug collection

-Has a book club with Bubba sharing their favourite books

-Often gives her unfinished beta writings to Bubba to prove read

-Keeps a diary to collect her thoughts on that day

-Looks up to Dogday

-Plays dress up with Bobby (Sometimes the rest would join in)

-Wasn’t able to do magic with her horn

-Collects trash from the other critters and turns it into something beautiful

-Struggles academically

Bubba Bubbaphant

-Keeps Dogday and his friends from doing something stupid and killing themself

-Has a book club with Crafty sharing their favourite books

-Discusses different theories with Crafty

-Loves loves LOVES info dumping. He’s like that excited kid telling you about all the things he has learned that day

-Keeps a journal of all the things he has learned about the world

-Loves learning about his friends and keeping notes of it

-Made a calendar for Hoppy and Kickin when they had requested a billboard for their achievements

-Has a deep fear of not being heard, something he relates with Crafty (and eventually Kickin)

-Not the best artistically

-Loves a good mystery

-Not afraid of ghosts, but is afraid of mice

Catnap

-Also keeps Dogday from killing himself

-Appeared in the town one day and asserted himself. Lived there ever since

-He and Crafty have this kinship between them, being the two more introverted ones of the friend group

-Good listener

-Very clingy, especially towards Dogday

-Can literally fall asleep anywhere

-Despite not having much to say he emotes a lot

-He can speak, but he prefers not speaking at all. Often meows or uses sign language to communicate

-His friends learned to read sign because of this

-Loves and cares about his friends dearly and sees them as family. Will hurt others for them

-Keeps his fur tidy despite being lazy

Picky Piggy

-Bubbly, hardworking and can be really sassy

-Usually the one with common sense in the room alongside Bubba

-Owns a family farm

-Wakes up early to take care of the farm

-Sometimes have morning runs with Hoppy

-Despite having a farm she knows how to save money, often going for the cheaper option

-Would rather cook her own meals then to buy take ins

-Really big family. She’s one of the older middle kids

-Self-care girlie

-A generous soul

That’s all of them for now! I might add more of them if I remember any more of them or when more stuff comes out naturally

[diazsdimples]

Hi, I was wondering if I could specifically request some Fredo and Eddie adventure lore 🥹 please and thank you 😘

You most certainly can!!! Fredo and Uncle Eddie are my most favourite dynamic duo!

Eddie was the first person to find out that Buck and Tommy were expecting Alfie, and that's bc he was with Buck when he got the call from their surrogate to say she was pregnant. He's never yelled so loudly in his life, not even when his baseball team won whatever the fuck the baseball things are.

Fredo comes from Eddie's nickname for Alfie - being Alfredo. He calls him Alfredo when he's being fancy after he's cooked the kid Chicken Alfredo, and gives it to him with a bow like "Chicken Alfredo for my Alfredo," and Alfie is obsessed with his new name. He argues with Buck when he gets home, looking up at him all pouty like "no Daddy, I 'Fredo!" and Tommy finds the exchange so hilarious that he films it and sends it to Eddie like "you've created a monster"

Eddie sometimes gets Alfie for the night when Tommy and Buck want a night to themselves. It's his most favourite time ever and he spoils the kid something wicked. Ice cream at lunch time, going to the park, teaching him video games, sometimes he'll take him out to the Ranch to see Grandpa and Nena (Bobby and Athena) and will ride on one of the horses with him. He's also one of the few people that can get Alfie to nap for him without having to resort to begging and bribery.

Eddie learns that Alfie loves Chapelle Roan and buys him a little pink cowboy hat when he goes to Texas. It's Alfie's most prized possession for a while

When Buck gets hurt for the first time, Alfie goes to stay with Eddie and it's so emotional. Little Alfie probably trying to sleep in his own bed at first (Eddie has a little toddler bed for him set up in Christopher's old room) but he's worried about Daddy, and Papa isn't there to rock him to sleep so he stands very sadly in Eddie's doorway until Eddie wakes up cause he hears sniffles. So Eddie pulls him into bed with him, and he tries not to think about holding this tiny copy of his best friend is helping his anxiety about Buck just as much as it is helping Alfie's

When Eddie takes Alfie to the beach for the first time Buck makes this joke saying "watch out for tsunamis" (thankfully they're therapized enough to make jokes about it now) and even though the day is perfect and he and Alfie build little sandcastles and play in the waves, he always keeps a nervous eye on the horizon. This is also how he learns the kid has his dad's mischievous streak cause he chases Eddie around the beach with a crab in his hand.

For the first 3-4 years of his life, Eddie has Magic Healing Kisses whenever Alfie gets hurt. Daddy and Papa might be around and available but Eddie always has to kiss it better too and they're always magically all better! Except for when Alfie falls off Clover one day while Buck and Eddie were looking after him together (Tommy's at work) and Alfie begs Eddie to kiss it better and doesn't understand why they're not working. Thankfully Daddy's cuddles work and make things a little more bearable.

Tagging some fellow Alfie lovers because I must share this boy with EVERYONE

@theotherbuckley @slightlyobsessedwitheverything @bigfootsmom @actuallyitsellie @perfectlysunny02

[ajvocals43]

could you write one where dean is just having a rough day and doesn’t want to be alone when he goes to sleep but also doesn’t want to ask the reader to cuddle him because he’s dean💀 like a little fluff and comfort

This is so cute. I'm not used to writing comfort for others but I tried. It kind of took a turn from where I was going originally, but I hope you like it all the same.

What I'm Here For

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count:

Warnings: Mentions of PTSD, slight swearing

A/n: This was shorter than I thought it was going to be and honestly, I got excited about a part of it that I actually ended up using for a different fic so that's another thing.

Ever since Dean’s been back he’s been off. Which is to be expected I guess, I mean… he was in hell. Believe me, Sam and I would never forgive ourselves for not being able to bring him back. I don't know how he survived as long as he did down there. It was to be expected that he’d be pretty traumatized. He tries to play it off but we can see it. The fear behind his eyes, the sadness and the anger. That last one was pretty apparent; specifically when anyone tried to get him to talk about that time. He was always on edge. He closed himself off from us. Until he snapped at Sam which was worrying; because if he wouldn't talk to Sam, he surely wouldn't talk to me. 

 Dean and I’s bond was strong but not as strong as his bond was with his brother. Anyone with common sense knew that the brothers’ bond was stronger than pretty much anything. Our relationship was…complicated to say the least. We both knew that there was something under the surface, there were looks and kisses and…other things… but with everything our lives entailed, we were both too scared to identify it. But even then, apparently we were not great at hiding those feelings, as we’d been told by others.

Multiple times. 

Today had been a great example of that as tension surrounded the house that only the two of us occupied. Sam and Bobby had left earlier on to head to the local library, only to be caught in one of the biggest storms I’d ever seen. They’d called a little earlier to say that they were staying to help with crowd control and they’d head out when the storm passed. Which left me and Dean at Bobby’s house with not much to do. We’d busied ourselves with research on the apocalypse and whatever we could get our hands on about the angels.

Until the power went out. 

Now I was sitting in the kitchen in the dark at… 12am waiting for Dean to get back from checking the main breaker panel out back. The only light came from the fire in the study and the few candles across the floor to ensure that we didn't fall on our faces. It was cold and rainy and windy and dark and he’d refused to let me go with him. It wasn’t a big deal but I didn't want to just sit here like some kind of damsel. But that was a fight I wasn't in the mood to pick tonight.

 A gust of cold wind and rain blew through the house as the door swung open in front of Dean’s shadowed figure. And straight out of a movie, a bolt of lightning shot across the sky, visible through the open doorway. And Dean was just standing there. 

“Is that supposed to be scaring me?” I called from my place in the entryway.

No answer.

“Would you come inside? It's freezing out there!” 

Still no answer.

“Dean?” I was getting impatient. And cold. 

Another lightning bolt cracked across the sky and it was then that I noticed Dean’s figure shaking. It hit me then. “Oh my g- Dean!” I rushed toward him, pulling him into the house and kicking the door shut behind him. I hadn't thought about the PTSD the storm would’ve caused for Dean. His movements were jerky and stiff as I helped him peel the drenched coat and flannel from his arms. I moved him over to the fireplace and went to the kitchen to find something hot to drink. 

 Sometime later I was walking back into the study with two steaming mugs. “Thankfully, Bobby has a gas stove.” I announced. Dean turned around in time for me to hand him one of the mugs. “Careful, it's hot.” 

“Thanks, mom.” Dean grumbled, blowing steam off the top. I chuckled, relieved that he was getting back to normal. It was quiet for a while…well until Dean took a sip. “Ugh. What is this?” 

 I laughed, “it’s tea, Dean.” 

“It’s gross is what it is.” He said, putting his cup down. 

“It’s healthier than alcohol.” I said, taking a sip of my own only to spit it back out. “Nope, that's disgusting.” I put my mug down next to Dean’s, laughing.  

I was relieved to see the tension start to ease from his frame as he joined me in my laughter. “I didn't even know Bobby had tea.” 

“Yeah…probably not the best choice on my part.” I leaned back next to Dean. Because Bobby’s couch was so damn old, I sunk in further than I thought I would, but neither of us said anything. We both shifted around a little before we got comfortable. 

 It was quiet for a while after that. I wasn't going to prod at Dean about the elephant in the room. He would talk about it when he was ready. Plus, I was not in the mood to get into another fight with him right now. We were all the other had for the moment since there was no power and nobody nearby. There wasn't any danger nearby and it was getting late. We both should have headed to bed but I didn't say anything for a while. 

 Until I realized I was starting to fall asleep on the couch. And so was he. We were snuggled pretty close at this point but neither of us mentioned it. I certainly wasn't going to complain about being this close to his warm body. 

"You should go to bed." I said quietly.

“What? No. I’m good.” The exhaustion was slurring his words. But no way was I leaving Dean. That storm was still raging outside. If anything, it’d gotten worse. Dean might’ve acted like he was okay but that didn't mean I had to. He was exhausted but I knew that he wouldn't sleep like this. His nightmares were bad enough and that was if he could fall asleep in the first place. 

"Dean."

 “I’m fine,” he insisted. More lightning lit up the sky, followed by a loud rumbling of thunder and I felt Dean stiffen beside me. I knew by this point that physical contact was the way to get through to him when he was scared. I tried grabbing his hand that rested on his leg but it didn't seem like enough. So I let go and stood up. 

"What are you doing?" he asked.

 “Lay down,” I said. He wasn't going to go to bed by himself. If I left him alone, he would probably just drink and wait for Bobby and Sam. 

"Y/n-"

“Shut up and lay down.” I insisted. “On your side.” I corrected.

The fear was still there but now it was mostly covered with confusion. But he complied, only jumping slightly when more thunder rolled outside. I hesitated for a second but then laid down next to him. I wrapped my arms around him, hoping that he didn't push me away. Well, physically at least.

It took him a second but eventually Dean pulled me into him, tangling our limbs so I couldn't tell where exactly I ended and he began. But I felt him relax again, breathing a sigh into my hair. “Thank you.” he murmured.

 “Don't worry about it.” I said back quietly. “It’s what I’m here for.” I nuzzled my face into his neck, bringing us as close as I could. All I could hope for was that this brought Dean as much comfort as it brought me. Not that I’d tell him but I cared for him more than I had for most people in my life. A lot more than I thought I would. I would do anything to help him. Always.

Masterlist

[amethyst-draws09]

Head cannons for catnap!

Catnap has met sans from undertale before

He trips over his own tail sometimes because he’s silly like that

He dresses up as Santa clause on Christmas for the kids

He is just ungodly strong. He deadlifts boulders in his free time.

He uses his tail as a lasso. Mostly to catch his friends when they run from him

He sleeps in a box wherever he sleeps. Even if there’s the most comfy bed ever next to him

He sneaks up on dog-day during the night and scares the living shit out of him (this has caused dogday to basically play fnaf 4 irl during the night)

Dog-day is his bestest and most trusted friend

One time catnap caught dog-day stealing food off him, so he attached dog day to a big ballon and sent him off to the sky

He’s a coffee addict

He’s a beast at hide and seek

Catnap will sometimes just appear out of nowhere and then just despawn 2 seconds later

He is deathly scared of cucumbers and will actively hide from them. Hoppy knows this and pranks him all the time

He has a plushie of every smiling critter and he cuddles with them at night. (Bobby bearhug saw this and always teases him about it)

And finally at sleepovers he’s always the first one to fall asleep. Always

[peppermintquartz]

Eddie arrives earlier now and leaves later for his shifts, and he is focused at work. He doesn't smile as often, but he does smile - usually at Buck explaining something he's recently found out - and he still teases his colleagues, he's still focused, he's still working together with Buck to protect Chimney, Hen and Ravi from Gerrard as much as possible.

(Ostensibly, they're not on Gerrard's hit list: Gerrard doesn't know them well enough to try to target their weaknesses. Buck has even brought out the clipboard, except it's now wielded as a shield: the two of them triple check everything to make sure that no fault can be found.)

It's Hen who first notices the thousand-yard stare when Eddie's alone at the weight bench or when he's seated at the table. Like he's waiting for something that he can't name. She's seen that look before, in the mirror, when she was much younger and the future seemed to run right into a wall. She's felt it recently too, when she and Karen return home and they're in bed and the lights are out, and the emptiness spills out in an aching silence. (Karen tries, how she tries, but it isn't her and her decisions that led to Mara being taken from them.) She shares some of her pain with Eddie, and he shares a little of his, and they find time to have brunch or lunch together on their days off.

Chimney isn't the most perceptive regarding Eddie, but after seeing Hen reach out, he also makes the effort to invite Eddie over for meals more often. It's easy to cook for one more hungry firefighter, and Eddie likes teaching Jee some basic Spanish. Sometimes they play ball at the station before their shift begins, and Chimney sees how it helps Eddie to lose the tension in his shoulders to have that time to unwind. If it keeps Eddie from getting stuck in his head, that's good for the team. Chimney tries really hard not to be too obvious about his checking in, but Eddie pats his shoulder one day and says that he'll take care of himself, he has a duty to stay safe.

Maddie has a way of getting Eddie to open up about Christopher whenever they play with Jee, while Chimney manages the older kids. One time Eddie accepts the offer to sleep over, and even told a bedtime story to Jee in Spanish. Later that night, Maddie and Chimney listened to Eddie talk about reading to Chris, how the best sound in the world was Chris' laughter. Maddie held his hand and squeezed his fingers, and told him that it would be very good of him to let his son know all of that in a written letter, so that Chris would be able to keep Eddie's words with him in a physical form, that even apart, the love could still be felt.

Buck and Tommy do their best to include him. In fact, they gang up on him: if Tommy's available for basketball or muay thai or karaoke night, he grabs Eddie along; if Tommy's working but both Buck and Eddie are free, Buck enlists Eddie's help in furniture shopping or recipe tasting. They even start a movie night thing at Eddie's place. They show up with beer and snacks, and they have a jar with a selection of titles to pick from that they each contribute to. Eddie puts his foot down on them cuddling on his couch, however.

Bobby visits Eddie, a couple of times, "just to catch up on news". He asks about the prayer book, and guides Eddie through a couple of devotionals that helped Bobby through his darkest patch. "I'm not saying that you must return to practicing religion," he tells Eddie sincerely, because he wants this promising young man to keep out of the mire, to become a light for others. "But you and I know that sometimes, when we're stuck at the very lowest, it takes a bit of faith to begin climbing out again."

"A bit of faith?"

"A bit, as small as a mustard seed."

[ghostingssdeadlinee]

PLATONIC ALPHABET - DEAN WINCHESTER

warning(s): none? Maybe swearing?

AN: I actually love him sm <33

Adventures (what kind of crazy shit would you get into together?)

Well, besides hunting? Getting food in the middle of the night.

Also him forcing you too watch ‘doctor sexy’

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Best-childhood-friends.

Flirty at that.

Cuddling (do you ever cuddle? how physically affectionate are you?)

Yes. Either you just lay over him like a blanket or it’s after a hunt.

Sleeping, his head in the crock of your neck, you slowly going over his back and hair, mumbling, reading/watching something in the background.

He’s definitely big in hugs.

Soft and suddel touches are his specialty.

Dance (do you ever dance together? how?)

Jamming out too classic rock in baby is a given of course.

But slow dancing in the kitchen in the middle of the night, or rocking out in the kitchen in the middle of the night is something he’d so do be up for.

Enemies (were you ever enemies? Do you share the same enemies?)

He definitely doesn't like some of the people you call ‘friends’ (like Crowley, Gabriel, etc) if you call any demon/angel your friends he’d probably doesn't love them.

But Lucifer? Pain in the ass for both of you.

Fight (how often do you fight? how do you resolve conflict?)

Probably over you putting yourself in danger. He takes a while to cool down but after he does it you talk it out.

Gain (how have you helped each other improve as people?)

You’d be one of the only people he’d trust to actually talk about what makes him sad.

And the way you’d be there for him, telling him everything’s going to be okey and that he’s doing great, he doesn’t need to be ‘Strong’ all the time, he’d be there for you.

Whatever you need, he’ll get for you.

Help (how do they ask you for help? how do they help you when you need it?)

He rarely does because of him being scared you’ll look down on him.

But it’s definitely when your alone, closed of era.

Injured/Ill (how would they act if you got hurt or sick?)

Hurt? What or who ever hurt you is fucking dead. So fucking dead.

Sick? Baby you as a joke, but of course gets you medicine and food.

Will even cuddle you even if it could get him sick.

“Dean- you’re going to get sick.”

“Mhmm, yeah, but your worth it.”

Jokes (what’s their sense of humor like? how do you joke about things together?)

Most of the time the jokes on you, but like in a loving way.

He’ll also jokingly flirt. Like a lot.

Kisses (do you ever kiss? how? Kisses not on the lips count)

Forehead kisses. Cheek kisses.

Sometimes while he hugs you from behind he’ll plant a kiss right on top of your head.

Love (how do they show you they care?)

He’s very touchy, in a calm way.

Definitely voices it, maybe no by saying ‘I love you’ but I’m other ways.

Makes you a mix tape, let’s you pick the music in baby, even MAYBE would let you drive her.

Definitely tells you random facts about classic rock.

Meeting (how did you meet? how did you become friends?)

Childhood friends.

Nesting (do you co-habitate at all? how?)

At motels, if you want too, he’ll let you sleep in his bed with him, gladly cuddling if you let him.

Oasis (is there a specific place that is “your place”? what is it?)

I can imagine that there’s a place near Bobby’s that you used to go too sense you were kids, maybe like a cliff with a tree house. Going there whenever you want to be alone.

Protection (how protective are they over you?)

Very protective.

Definitely understand that you can take care of yourself from monsters but still would take a hit for you, putting himself in danger just so you don’t get hurt.

Again, will beat up anyone who decides to fuck with you.

Query (how inquisitive are they when it comes to getting to know you?)

Doesn't want to make you uncomfortable by asking to much, everyone has secrets, especially him, but also doesn’t want to you hiding something massive.

For two reasons:

One, it could way you down and make you sad / not feeling like you could be yourself.

Two, it could be helpful in hunting.

That might sound dark and mean, but maybe if it could help he’d really like two know.

Record (what’s something you’ll never let them live down?)

Definitely once got mega black out drunk and just wouldn’t shut up about the most random things.

all from his crushes, fictional or real.

Too how much he loves and cares for you.

And then too really embarrassing moments in his life he has never told anyone.

When he woke up the next morning, very hungover, you had a lot of fun teasing him about it for the next year.

Support (how would they show their support for you? how far would that support go?)

Well, it depends on what it is.

You like something? If he sees something that is alike he’ll steal get it for you.

Lgbtq? Same. (He definitely has some internalized homophobia but he could never point that at you.)

Wants to get out of hunting? Don’t forget him, please, but if you could, he’d be so happy for you.

Trust (how much do they trust you? how do they show you that?)

Tells you it in looks.

As long as you trust him, he trust you.

If you’re unsure about a plan and is a little worried it’ll fuck up, he’ll give you a look of ‘it’s okey, I trust you that this will work’

And when it does work he gives you another one of ‘see? You got it.’

Uplift (how do you bring each other up?)

Tell him how you feel safe and protected around him and he’ll just start to tear up and pull you into a tight hug.

Knowing you feel safe around him is better then anything.

He’d try too get you out of the place that got you down and then ether just talk or listen to music, in baby of course.

If you want to talk, he’ll listen and give advice the best he can.

If you just want to listen to music, even if he’s not into it himself he won’t mention it, singing along.

Vacation (do you ever travel together? what’s that like?)

I mean, outside hunting? Probably not. No where long at least.

Maybe he’ll take you to a diner or some silly place you’d like to go (like a cat cafe) but not like airplane travel/vacation.

Worry (do they worry about you? how often?)

Every time you’re away. Especially on hunts alone. Leaves you messages and if you don’t respond for some days he drives up there himself.

(Yes, a little clingy but he has attachment and abandonment issues okey?)

Xerox (are there any traits or habits of theirs that you’ve picked up by accident?)

‘Son of a bitch’ is a word you never said before you started hunting with dean. You kind of just picked it up.

Not really relevant, but sharing looks of ‘damn (s)he’s hot’ and ‘huh’ and even ‘what the fuck’.

Yahoo (what’s an inside joke you share?)

You’d see like a pineapple or something and just burst out laughing for the dumbest reason.

Like I’d be that you mispronounced something once and whenever you say the word, he’ll correct you with the wrong way you said it like 20 years ago.

Zany (do they have a weird side only you get to see? what’s it like?)

He can be so silly when he’s not sad.

Doing wired shit, making stupid childish jokes, talking shit, watching movies, shopping (with stolen credit cards ofc), even going to like painting or pottery, the places where you just make stuff.

[eddiediazes]

broken pieces fit together

[2.7k words] [rated: teen+] [post-6x10 coda that also scraps 6x11 spoilers for parts, sorry] [hurt/comfort cuddling getting together fic]

[read on ao3]

It’s the middle of the night - the kind of late where it might actually be early, and some of the light bleeding in through the kitchen window has more to do with the sun creeping up towards the horizon than it does with just light pollution in the city.

Eddie had stopped seeing this time of the night for a while. He got lucky. He still remembers, though, and it settles in his body like a kind of muscle memory. He’s well-acquainted with the ache in his skull that spreads out from his eyes, the way fatigue spreads through every one of his limbs. He’s got a glass of water sitting on the counter, and he keeps thinking about trying to make hot cocoa, but he can barely manage to make his fingers twitch to try and grab a pan. Instead, the images from his nightmares keep flashing behind his eyelids every time he manages to squeeze them shut, and it’s all he can do to stay upright.

He’s so, so tired, but so tense he can barely move, and he feels like there’s gravel in his throat that he can’t seem to swallow.

“Eddie?” A tired, familiar voice calls out behind him.

For two very separate reasons, Eddie startles. He shakes off his fatigue enough to turn around and cross the room, and he only stops once he’s within arm’s reach of Buck, just in case. He reaches out as if he might steady him, but hesitates with his palms hovering over the bare skin of Buck’s biceps.

“What are you doing up?” Eddie asks him quietly, eyes checking over Buck’s body for any unfamiliar signs of further damage - catching only briefly on the new scar that spreads over his chest.

“Woke up and you were gone,” Buck mumbles, scrubbing at one of his eyes with the heel of his hand. “I got - I don’t know, just- I don’t wanna say nervous.”

Eddie shakes his head just slightly, and finally reaches out to wrap his fingers around Buck’s right elbow, far away from the scar. “You shouldn’t be out of bed. You should be resting.”

“I can walk, Eddie,” Buck grumbles - but as Eddie steers him back towards the bedroom, he follows the touch easily.

“I know that, but you still shouldn’t be straining yourself.”

“Don’t really think stumbling into your kitchen counts as straining myself.”

They make it back to the bed, and Buck sits down, as slowly and gently as he’s able. Eddie puts an arm behind him and supports him as he lays back against the pillows. Then he goes around to the other side of the bed to climb in.

It’s a new arrangement, and one they haven’t actually talked about out loud. Obviously Buck couldn’t sleep on the couch right now - and Buck couldn’t seem to stand the idea of Eddie doing it either, so sharing the bed had been the unspoken compromise.

Buck hasn’t really said much about it, but it’s starting to become clear that he had some kind of dream in the coma that he hasn’t managed to shake off completely. Every time he wakes up now, Eddie can see the way his eyes seek out whoever else is in the room, the way they look for familiar landmarks that he can use to ground himself.

Sometimes Eddie wonders if that’s why Buck hadn’t ended up at Chim and Maddie’s new place, and had instead ended up here, at the Diaz house. The loft’s stairs had made it out of the question until Buck was further along in his recovery, but otherwise Eddie had less space than Bobby and Athena or Chim and Maddie - but here Buck is, all the same, sharing Eddie’s bedroom.

All Eddie really knows is that he’s grateful. It soothes him more than he can put into words to have Buck here and close. Even if sometimes the nightmares do still push Eddie out of bed, it still helps to be able to wake up, roll onto his side, and to see Buck lying there next to him, breathing deeply.

Right now, as Eddie does that very thing, he finds Buck looking back at him.

“You don’t have to get out of bed when you have a nightmare, you know,” Buck whispers.

Eddie huffs out through his nose and turns properly onto his side, tucking a hand under his pillow. “I was trying not to wake you up.”

Buck huffs out a little breath through his nose. “That’s sweet and all, Eds, but I’ve been sleeping like shit anyways. I’d rather-” Pausing, Buck flicks his eyes up to the ceiling. He opens his mouth, though, and closes it again, and shakes his head.

“You’d rather me wake you up than you wake up alone?” Eddie finishes softly - as gently as he can make his mouth take shape around the words, trying to sand off any edges that might cut or puncture.

Sighing, Buck nods, just one simple move that tucks his chin down towards his chest. “Yeah. Sorry.”

Reaching over with his free hand, Eddie hooks two of his fingers over Buck’s palm, right where it’s resting open on the blankets. “I don’t know what it is that’s - you don’t have to tell me, you know. Not until you want to. But I don’t really want you out of my sight right now either, Buck.”

Another little huff - the closest thing to a laugh that Buck seems able to manage for now. “Think you and Bobby and everybody else would be happiest if you could just set me up in a glass case and keep an eye on me for a little bit.” Buck’s hand twitches a little, then he shifts so he can tangle his fingers with Eddie’s properly, and squeeze tight. “The worst part right now is, I don’t know if I’d mind.”

Nudging closer on the bed, as close as he can get without touching, Eddie pulls Buck’s hand up and wraps his other hand around it, too, curling up around it, fighting against the desperation he feels in every cell of his body to press his lips to Buck’s knuckles or the point of his shoulder. “I’m right here. And I’m not going anywhere. We’re all in this with you.”

He tilts his head back up and finds that Buck is looking down at him, right down at his face rather than the awkward curve of his spine or even where their hands are interlocked.

“Eddie, what was your nightmare about?” Buck asks quietly.

Unable to stop it, Eddie laughs, dark and a little strangled. “What do you think? You- I don’t have to say it, Buck, we both know.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t do that,” Eddie urges, shifting around so he can move one hand up to Buck’s chin, nudging it towards him with just one press of his index finger. “Don’t apologize. You weren’t being reckless, we both took all the precautions, it just- happened. You got struck by lightning.” His tone edges into something desperate, and he squeezes at Buck’s hand like it’ll help emphasize his point. “I saw you dangling there - and I don’t think I can ever unsee it. I felt responsible, and I couldn’t help you, and then I couldn’t even do compressions until we got to the hospital, but - please don’t blame yourself. I’m just-”

But there, Eddie stops, because any single word he could say falls short.

He isn’t just happy or relieved or grateful or glad. He can’t make a single one of those words come out. Instead, finally, he manages to edge out, through the grip his own emotions have on his windpipe, “I don’t even know what I would have done, if you weren’t- If anything had happened to you.”

“You-” Buck pauses, and blinks at Eddie. “You sound like how I felt, when you got shot.”

“If you felt like this, I don’t know how you did it,” Eddie admits.

This time when Buck laughs, it’s a little more like a wheeze - a little more sound than the huff. “I still don’t know how I did it. I didn’t even feel like I was - functioning. But I had to be.”

Those days in the hospital, haunting the waiting room waiting for news and feeling like a hollowed out shell - Eddie remembers them well. If Buck really felt like that-

“I’m sorry I couldn’t talk about it,” Eddie says, and he sounds like he’s choking back tears, probably because he is.

“I’m sorry I made you feel like that, too.”

Eddie shakes his head. “Still isn’t your fault.”

“Still wish I could do something about it.”

“You’re here,” And that - now, out of sheer relief, and the way it’s sweeping through his body all over again, Eddie does pick Buck’s hand up, and he avoids kissing his knuckles only by pressing them against his cheek instead - by feeling the warmth of Buck’s skin pressed just there against his face, just by the corner of his mouth. “You’re alive , Buck. You’re doing plenty.”

“I felt like-” Buck can’t shift much, on the bed, but he turns his hand and brushes his knuckles more deliberately against Eddie’s cheek, down towards the line of his jaw. “Just the fact that you let me take care of you helped me so much. And you couldn’t even - you kept apologizing for not being able to do things on your own, and every single thing you let me do for you, every thing I got to help with, felt like a gift, because you were still here to ask me for it.”

Eddie nods, just once, and swallows. “I know the feeling.”

“Eddie…” But Buck trails off there, and he doesn’t say anything else.

Silence stretches out between them, but their eyes stay locked, and Buck’s fingers are brushing restlessly over the shape of Eddie’s ear.

“I love you,” Eddie says finally, shifting his grip down to Buck’s wrist, thumb pressed against his pulse. “I don’t know that I’ve ever - said it in those exact words, but I should have. When I was telling you about the will or thanking you for helping me out or just - any time you’re over here, I should have said it. I’ve said it fifty different ways without ever telling you that, and it was all I could think about when we didn’t know if you were gonna wake up.”

“I love you, too,” Buck says - and now that his hand is free, he presses his fingers gently against the mole just below Eddie’s eye. “No matter what, Eddie. I love you, and I love Chris, and I’m so - I’m so glad that I have you in my life, and I’m sorry if any of my stupid - soul searching happiness bullshit made you feel like that wasn’t true.”

That actually makes Eddie smile, a real genuine smile for the first time since he sent Buck up that ladder. “Buck, c’mon. I knew it wasn’t about that.”

“I’m not-” Buck shakes his head, and moves both his hands, reaching them over towards Eddie. “Can you help me turn, please? I need to be facing you for this, I have to do it right.”

He doesn’t even try to ask exactly what it is that Buck’s doing, or trying to do. Instead, he nudges an arm under Buck’s waist and grabs onto one of his hands, and pulls him up onto his side, holding his breath as he tries to make the movement as smooth as possible. Buck exhales with him, once they’re both settled - but suddenly, they’re almost nose to nose. Eddie’s arm is still tucked under Buck’s side, and Buck doesn’t startle or pull away, he just settles there, his hand still holding tightly onto Eddie’s, keeping him close.

“Hi,” Buck says softly.

“Hi,” Eddie says back, just a little bit breathless.

“What I realized isn’t just that I was already happy in general or that I was implying something by saying that I wasn’t, that some nebulous thing was missing. It was-” Buck pauses, and bites at his lip for a moment. “I had this dream where everything in my life was different. And I had never been a firefighter, so we were never partners. I never worked at the 118. And in some ways it was this - picture perfect postcard life, but I felt sick to my stomach, because it was wrong - it was so wrong, and I woke up and realized that I don’t want any of that. I don’t want what I thought life would be like or might be like - I want to feel secure where I already am. I’m not gonna be happy unless it’s here - with you, and Chris - and with the rest of the 118, too, because they’re my family, but my whole - the thing that was missing wasn’t a person, or some outside thing. It was just you. It was the rest of what I didn’t think I could have, with you. Some other couch and some other family isn’t gonna cut it. Someone else’s kid-” Buck finally cuts off, and he tips his head down, breaking eye contact. “I would do anything to get back to you.”

“And you did,” Eddie reminds him quietly, so awestruck it feels like he’s been staring into the sun. The room is actually almost light now, and he can hear birds chirping somewhere down the street. “You came back. And you’re here - in this house, in my bed, instead of with anybody else. And every time you let me help you with anything, since you moved in here, I want to tell you thank you for it. Because it’s proof that you’re alive, and you’re here, and you’re breathing, and I still have a chance.”

“A chance to do what?” Buck asks, tipping his head back up.

“To tell you that I have never loved anyone the way I love you,” Eddie murmurs. “Maybe even, if I got really lucky, to kiss you.”

Buck’s face lights up, and it puts any ray of sunlight to shame. “Eddie.”

“Can I?”

“Please.”

So Eddie does. He shifts just enough to close the centimeter or so that’s left between their mouths, and he brushes his lips against Buck’s. Buck’s mouth is still damp, from the way he’s been biting his lips all throughout their talk, and it means that their lips catch for just a moment, stick in a way that’s somehow both a little uncomfortable and a little perfect all at once. Eddie pulls back just to feel the drag of it, but Buck follows him forward and Eddie gives up, pushing closer again instead, pressing in harder to kiss Buck properly.

It still isn’t rough - there’s no teeth, no biting or tugging, because Eddie is probably being overly cautious in light of Buck’s recovery. The kisses are thorough, though. Slow and lush and lingering - Eddie turns his head to literally brush his mouth against Buck’s, back and forth, a kind of nuzzle. Then he ducks in and kisses Buck’s top lip and his bottom lip in turn, truly trying to feel out the lines in Buck’s lips, the texture, the feel and the warmth of his mouth. Then he opens his own mouth to taste, to lick over the salt of Buck’s skin and to press their tongue together as gently as he can.

They kiss until Buck starts to shiver, and Eddie pulls back out of concern only to find his pupils wide and dark, and they snap right to Eddie’s face as soon as he can focus.

“Eddie,” Buck says out loud, his voice still rough.

“6 out of 10?” Eddie asks, knowing full well that it was the best kiss he’s ever given in his life.

“When I’m feeling better I’m gonna hit you for that,” Buck says - and then he tips forward again, pressing his mouth against Eddie’s, kissing him again, and again, and again, a series of damp little smudges to each corner of Eddie’s mouth and then right in the center. “10 out of 10. 100 out of 10. Keep kissing me like that and it might actually cure me, I’m - 70% sure.”

“Only 70%?” Eddie repeats, wrapping a hand around the back of Buck’s neck. “I think we can do better than that.”

So Eddie tugs him close again, and slides his tongue back between Buck’s lips, and he feels the hum against his tongue, and he shivers with it.

Outside - the sun climbs into the sky, and the birds start to sing in earnest, and any lingering signs of the storm are cleared away.

[mouriros]

Do you think qJaiden built a small nest in qRoiers house- on the roof maybe, because the weather was always nice, or on the second floor because that that way if anything happened qRoier would be the first line of defense and qJaiden the second. Do you think she didn't really need blankets or pillows but Bobby liked them, so she lined a corner of her nest with everything soft she could find so Bobby could always go there if he wanted to.

Do you think qJaiden went back to the nest after Bobbys death and laid down in his corner and couldn't even cry. Do you think she tried to soak up every bit of smell she could, and fell asleep in that corner, and woke up, and when she realised she had erased his scent with hers she was so so angry and the pit in her stomach ran so so deep that she just shredded the nest. Do you think she stood on the second floor surrounded by sticks and feathers and ripped apart sheets and pillows and once she caught her breath, she cried for the first time.

Do you think she built the new house, built a new room for Bobby, and put down a bed covered in sheets with patches all over, a pillow stuffed with messy and broken feathers, a bed meshed together from broken sticks, with covers she'd never touch again.

Do you think sometimes she wishes she never left Roiers place. That sometimes she could wake up in a nest in a room that smells like animals and with a roof over her head and quiet snores coming from below her, and maybe she could've stayed, even with Bobby gone. But it's too late, and now she sleeps in a nest under the stars, and most nights she doesn't actually sleep at all, and most nights all she wishes were that she'd wake to the sound of someone trying to quietly cuddle up to her to scare away his nightmares.

[abbatoirablaze]

Matched, Elle, Chapter 8

Word Count:  2.2k

Warnings:  angst, mentions of prostitution, mentions of sexually transmitted diseases, manipulation.

MAJOR TW:  mentions of suicide, shooting, hanging, mentions of children being sold, mentions of death due to sexually transmitted disease

“Is it weird that that I made you be in the middle?”

Jefferson began to giggle from the other side of your delta, and Bobby tried to keep a straight face as you heard Jefferson piping up, “oh, don’t let our big, calm delta fool you, Elle...he’s living for it.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, looking over your shoulder.

“Typically, I’m the little spoon when Jefferson and I cuddle together,” he admitted with a playful tone in his voice, “but since you are home now, I’ll let it slide...at least for tonight...”

Your brow lifted and you shifted in his arms so that you were facing him, “really now?”

“Everyone craves the ability to be vulnerable sometimes, Ellie bear,” he shrugged as he pressed a sweet kiss to the tip of your nose, “sometimes I envy the fact that Jefferson is so free in his ability to be that...people don’t question when he is sweet and sensitive...but if I openly ask for it I’m looked at as weak.  But I think that Jefferson is a very perceptive omega.  He made it seem like he wanted a cuddle, and him and Charles would argue, so he would come to me for it.  He knows I’m straight...and I’m not trying to sleep with him, but it’s a different kind of intimacy that helps our own individual bond in a whole different way.”

“Charles never lets me be the big spoon!” he pouted from behind Bobby as he snuggled into the larger man’s back, “Honestly, I live for it too.  Don’t get me wrong, earlier was nice, because I got to be the little spoon with you, and I just wanted to be wrapped in your arms, but most times, I like being the big spoon.” 

You couldn’t help but giggle at him while you heard Bobby sighing, “excuse me, Ellie bear.”

“Of course!”

He, too, shifted so that he was facing Jefferson.  The smaller man pouted at him,“We’ve talked about this, Jefferson...it’s not that he doesn’t want you to be the big spoon...”

“I know, I know,” he sighed, replying to the delta with an eye roll as though he’d heard the speech a hundred times, “He wants to make up for all the time that he didn’t have me in his arms...but you know what...maybe I want to be the one on top for a change.  Maybe I want to be the big spoon...the dominant one.  Maybe I want to make up for all of that time too by holding him in my arms.  I mean, everyone accepts it when you or Lloyd are authoritative, hell, even when Johnny shows edges of it...but if I’m anything other than vulnerable, suddenly I’m a destructive omega.”

“Did I ever call you that?” he asked softly.  Jefferson shook his head and huffed, but Bobby was gentle in how he lifted the younger man’s face until he was looking him in the eyes, “words, Jefferson.  Communication is key!”

He sighed even more, “you know what I mean!”

“I-is it okay to ask?”

Bobby’s gaze returned to you once more before he flopped onto his back and both you and Jefferson tucked yourselves against him, “you know, Elle, you aren’t the only one that I show guidance to.  It extends to the whole of the family unit.  I’ve discussed Jefferson’s designation and relationship dynamics with him, just as I’ve done to the rest of the men in the pack.  My role is family unit cohesion.  It’s the ability to lay my emotions and personal feelings aside sometimes for the betterment of the whole, rather than the self.”

“That’s very thoughtful of you.”

You noticed the blush rising to his cheeks and you looked to Jefferson.

“His love language is words of affirmation!” Jefferson teased, “could you tell?  Communication is everything with him!”

“Alright, you two...go to bed.”

“But we’re bonding!”

“Bond in the morning...” he chuckled, “we still have a lot to get settled before we all have to do our jobs. 

“Jefferson...”

“Yes Elle?”

“W-will you tell me about your family one day?”

You could feel Bobby tensing up around you.

“Ellie-“

“It’s fine,” Jefferson said quickly, tapping Bobby’s thigh, “she has every right to know about me...I want her to know about me.”

“Jefferson-“

“I want to!” he said firmly, cutting your delta off. 

Bobby sighed.

“Y-you don’t hav-“

“I was born in the rurals,” he began softly, as though he was reliving a deep-seated memory, “poorer than some inlet families...my mom had fourteen boys, only a few of which actually belonged to my family unit fathers.”

“What do you-“

“My mother was a worker at a pleasure house,” he admitted, cutting you off, “she came from an inlet family as well, and they sold her off to get a decent match for her younger sister, who was the daughter to their alpha.  My momma was a bargaining chip, Elle.”

“Oh...”

“I was one of the boys born to one of her customers...but my daddies raised me as if I was one of their own,” he sighed dreamily, “we didn’t have two bits of coin to rub together in my younger days, and my parents made the hard choice of selling my three younger brothers off when I was young...”

“You mean they...sold them...when-“

“Yes, sweetie,” he frowned, “my brothers were sold to the rings before I was a teenager...my momma ran off with em at different times...just disappeared, saying that she was going to take em to beg for us in the bazaars while she worked at an inlet pleasure house...they never came back though...and while I didn’t ask my daddies any questions...I didn’t have to.  My older brothers always joked that I was gonna be the next one to go since by the time she sold off my three younger brothers I was next in line.  They always told me that there were more of us that my momma actually had...but she’d sold them off too.  Truth is, I only know of the fourteen of us.”

You gasped, your heart flipping around in the depths of your stomach as you hoped he wouldn’t say what you were thinking. 

“Jefferson wasn’t sold, Ellie bear,” Bobby said quietly, easily pushing your fear to the back of your mind.  Your eyes met his and he shook his head, “you see, pleasure house women have this way of testing their bastards...because a lot of upper class men have been known to not worry about conceptions since they won’t be forced to raise em...”

“My momma took me to get tested one day,” he admitted with a frown, “took me to a proper doctor who could look at genetics screenings in the system...turns out my biological father is quite a reputable person to the quadrants.”

“So what happened?”

“Well, the doctor also happened to be childhood friends with my alpha father.  Turns up they knew one another from some way back when story.  And the doctor told my momma he needed to keep me for the night to re-test me.  Now, all my momma saw was dollar signs, because she knew I was worth something...but he got word to my alpha dad.”

“Our good old Jefferson was his alpha’s favorite, despite not being born to him biologically!”

“My alpha was a good man,” he acknowledged, “he was raised in a middle class family, but wanted to give it up to become a farmer, so they purposefully lowered his scores.  My momma was actually a punishment for all of my fathers.  And boy...did she punish them...but anyways...the doctor got word to my dad and he came and got me...snuck me out from his office in the dead of night while the pleasure houses were busy.  The doctor had also contacted my biological father.”

“Wh-when was this?”

“I was ten when I met him,” he sighed, “met him in the dead of night.  He’d come to our farm, saying that he’d gotten word.  And he told my daddy so long as I was kept on the farm, and my momma was kept away from me, that he’d make sure we never went hungry again.  He also said that he’d help me when it came to a match.  My daddy was beyond grateful to the man.  And he kept true to his word, sending us money any time my alpha asked for it.  He never questioned it.”

“D-did your mother stop selling off your brothers?”

“No.  She tried, but my daddy kept getting to them before she sold em off,” he frowned, shaking his head, “he kept the money secret from my momma and my other daddies.  When I was twelve, my momma slept with a man outside of the pleasure houses...a man in the inlets who never got himself tested, and she contracted the disease.”

You gasped.

You’d heard about the disease. 

It was a disease that broke down your body’s immunities and defenses.  And while there was no way to get rid of it, if you were lucky enough to come across the medicine, it could keep you alive for a bit longer.

“He means AIDS, Ellie bear,” Bobby frowned, “she purposely seduced every one of his fathers that would sleep with her and gave it to them too, so that she could say somehow they cheated on her and gave it to her...but Jacob, his alpha dad was smart.”

“He could see my momma was sick and had kicked her out, knowing what kind of woman she was,” he admitted, “but my other daddies fell for her tricks.  When they wanted money for the medicine, my daddy said he didn’t have it, and they all left him.  They called him every name in the book and said he didn’t deserve to be an alpha.  So there my daddy was, raising nine of us boys...”

“I-I thought that there was seven left.”

“Oh honey...I know that you know the loss I’m not talking about,” he explained, giving you a look, “two of my older brothers were so upset that they hadn’t gotten even a partial match with an inlet girl by their twenties that they’d given up entirely...my eldest brother hung himself in the barn, and my fourth brother took my daddies shotgun...”

You gave him a sad look, knowing how upset you still were about finding out about Declan’s suicide.

“I’m so sorry.”

“Garrett hung himself when my second oldest brother got a match in a mid-class family.  Tarin’s biological father was important and he was a bastard that got claimed...a year after another one of my brothers was claimed by his father he got a match in an inlet family the week after he turned 18.  That’s when Brant shot himself.  Garret was almost 30 though, and he knew there was no hope.  Brant was only 20.”

“Oh Jefferson...”

“He tried...he really did,” Jefferson replied, “never kicked out one of my brothers.  Let us all stay, because we were his responsibility.  And he was always there for us.  Even after his only son, Brant passed...you know, when I was matched, I thought it was too good to be true...thought that maybe it was some sick joke.  Of the seven of us that were left   after two of my brothers got their matches, and we lost two, I thought that was it.  Thought I was gonna be like my third oldest brother Jathan.  Twenty eight and still farming when I had no interest in it.  But then my biological daddy came for me.  He told my alpha that he was going to back me so that my status would say elite and not rural or inlet.  It was because of him that they ignored my upbringing and allowed me to be part of our match.”

“But then I disappeared?”

He nodded, “then you disappeared...”

“J-Jefferson...I’m so sorry...”

“Because of that, two of my other brothers were allowed matches,” he said, biting his lip, “I wanted to be mad at you, but I couldn’t...I wanted to be upset, but it was like the universe was telling me that things would work out and I just needed to have patience.”

“W-weren’t you upset though?”

“I never said that I wasn’t, Elle...I just knew that there was something that would bring us back together...” he shrugged, “call it serendipity, or hope, or blind faith...sure, I allowed myself to grieve, and I told myself that I wouldn’t let my connections deepen for Charles, or any of the others, because I didn’t want to put myself in a place where I would be forced to choose an incorrect path...but I knew that it would work out in the end.”

“C-can you tell me about Charles?” you asked softly. 

He gave you a sad smile, and then gave your hip a gentle squeeze, “that is a tale far too long for tonight...I think the fairytale of how we came back together is a perfect stopping point until tomorrow, don’t you?”

You leaned forward, moving past Bobby’s face for a moment to press a soft, simple kiss to Jefferson’s lips, “thank you for having faith in us even when I was too afraid to.”

“I would have blind faith for an eternity if it meant that we could spend a single night like this together, Elle...you mean so much more to me than the pain that I’ve endured.”

“Alright you two...go to bed!” Bobby teased sleepily as he yawned. 

You watched as Jefferson looked up at him with nothing but admiration in his eyes before kissing your delta on the cheek, “Fine...sleep well you big softie.  Sleep well, Elle.”

“Sleep well, Jefferson and Bobby!”

Chapter 9

[krisbianbitchface]

Ok so to warm my heart a little from the coldness of knowing I will have to wait 2 years to see dear Rhaenyra again I have started watching Game of Thrones,I was not very fond of it when it came out however now I am older and just desiring to binge watch anything to get myself to sleep and I have a few thoughts I need to get out of my head or maybe opinions,it might me a little over the top since of course I am a lesbian drama queen and I live to complain,im only in season 3 almost ending the season...

I fucking hate that kid bran,he takes soooo much screen time just to retell dreams and look like that snarky kid that throws random stuff on the ground in Walmart with a stupid look on his face (I really Wish Jamie would have killed his ass)

Melissandre is the most interesting character of the series,so witty and cruel in the best way,I was shocked when she killed that king with her baby demon and absolutely smitten,I love cruel women.

Jon Snow is the most boring character I have EVER witnessed in the story of television and trust me I've been there since Xena Warrior Princess graced the screens,just no goals,no path,no big dick or small dick energy,no energy AT ALL,just a big fat ugly Hero complex that I just can't stand because the actor has the same expression everytime no matter what happens,even having a boner with a cute girl cuddling his dick he is 😐 like gtfo of my face

Cersei is second to Melissandre in the scale of bad bitches,she is just so fucking resented and hot,everything she says sounds like wind chimes even if she is sending a child to his death,I cant help but want her to hate fuck me and call me a fagg0t and then tell me Im the worst fuck she's ever had and just use me again.

Dragons...Should I say more? I started the series of House of the Dragon because I just love dragons,and a particular scene is just edged in my mind like iron,Daenerys saving her little dragons from that sorcerers dungeon and their cute little faces watching her almost like trying to say "Momma! You're here! we missed you!" I think is the cutest scene ever.

Daenerys...She serving cunt,she ate and licked the plate,she served and left no crumbs,the director said cut and she heard CUNT and went with it, she caused a motherquake of 9.99 in the cunt scale,she's mother, and no other than the Mother of Dragons, I just love her,she is what Cleopatra VII was before hollywood found her and turned her into a makeup propaganda fashionista, a true strategist and conqueror.

Kal Drogo,I just mourned his death,he was so cute and murderous, i wept real tears for sweet Daenerys, I think the actor was really good and he needed more screen time, his scenes were charged with masculity and power,something we really lack these days in television.

Sansa, she is a beauty,the kind of beauty fantasy writers try to describe and there is just no way that human exists and then there is her...But she is so fucking traumatized and set aside just like every other woman in that universe,hell,even in life,I feel for her...And also wanna date her,i won't lie

Aria is a tough little woman,I think they really need to step up her action scenes because I think she serves well as a hope in the darkness kind of character however I do wish the actress was more prone to make a proper action sequence ala Eleven from Stranger Things,you can say what you want about miss Millie Bobby Brown but she is one of the few actresses willing to make many changes ln television for years to come with her characters.

Jamie Lannister is an interesting fighter and I wish it was possible to swap his fight scenes with Aria since i think it was proper giving the context,anyway he has good fighting sequences that I think were ment for someone else.

The sex scenes... This was a series HBO really set the bar high for nudity,there is so much nudity,sometimes unnecessary and cruel for the actresses involved and at the same time, is not surprising considering this series was made by two straight men,this always happens in the industry although these days is harder due to the constant intimacy coordination, but yeah in those times I can't imagine how unerving it was for actresses to bare it all for a couple of coins in a popular series.

Enough with my ramblings,I declare myself a fan of game of thrones only for Daenerys and her cute little dragons 💖

[sketchy-rosewitch]

Hii!!

I wondering how they react about his high energy S/O suddenly sleep all day and never get up once until tomorrow morning.(like will they worry or just think nothing? Or they will sleep with S/O?)

And I want Bo Sinclair and Bobby Cobb thanks!!

Love you and hope you have a lovely day~💕

You have an amazing day too!!! Thank you for Requesting! Very fun prompt to write.

Warnings: None?

Bo Sinclair x gn!reader

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You getting up was never is a problem for Bo. You’d always be up before him or at the same time ready to talk his ear off, make him breakfast and help him around town to clean things up or repair stuff. Sometimes he’d wish you would shut up or stop talking just for a minute. A few times he has snapped at you, didn’t really apologize with words but still hugged you or said you could start talking again. He couldn’t admit it but he loved how you had anything and everything to talk about. How much you moved around and how you never seemed to want to stop even when you needed to. You were quite literally an unstoppable force.

Today though, you seemed to have stopped. You didn’t get up with Bo, he went to check on you but didn’t want to wake you. Maybe for once you were so exhausted you needed the extra sleep. That was okay with him, except sleeping through the morning turned into sleeping through the afternoon. During lunch Bo checked on you again.

Bo he didn’t wake you again. He couldn’t. You looked peaceful.

Afternoon turned into evening and Bo finally touched you, you skin didn’t feel hot or clammy. There’s no way you were sick. What the hell was wrong with you?

Selfishly he shakes you, he keeps shaking you until you wake up groggily.

“Honey Cake. Hey, you’ve been asleep all day are you alright?” He asks, his brows furrow, you nod your head tiredly.

“Yeah baby, I was just tired. Is it okay if we just lay down? I don’t wanna get up today.” You explain. Bo lets out a small sigh of relief.

“Yeah baby. I can bring up some snacks and water if you’d like.”

You nod your head and turn to his side. He does just what you agreed to and then lays down next to you in bed. You eat and drink water before knocking out again. This time Bo is cuddled up close to you.

The next day was back to normal. You talk Bo’s ear off as the two of you clean one of the abandoned convenience stores in Ambrose and Bo smiles realizing how much he missed you talking and moving around yesterday.

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Bobby Cobb

The two of you are like a fireball in the sky. Lots of energy flows through the two of you. Everyone swears you feed off of each other like plants and animals do to each other.

Constant talking, roughhousing, drinking, and sex are musts with the two of you. Your friends confirmed that when Jukes said the two of you also talk and kick around in your sleep (which explains the unknown bruising always on each other).

You never struggled to get up and get moving, Bobby usually did, but once he was going, he was gone, really the two of you were gone.

Today though, was different. Bobby got up around 12. You weren’t even up yet, he shrugged and laid in bed longer, not caring about lazing around. Whatever his significant other wanted to do he was down for.

Except he started to get bored. He didn’t want to be rude and wake you though. So he quietly got up, took Dog Travis for a small walk and came back with some burritos.

Yet you still weren’t up.

Bobby’s anxiety then started going crazy. He checked for a pulse, you were still alive. Then he called Jules to ask how to tell if someone was sick. Bobby then checked if you were sick. You weren’t.

Eventually his anxiety got the better of him and he shook you awake.

You shot up out of the bed looking around frantically.

“Are you okay Nugget?!” Bobby asks, you look him up and down.

“Yeah! Why’d you wake me? Is something wrong?” You sit back on the bed. Bobby looks over at the clock.

“It’s almost 2. You’re never asleep for this long. Was just checking to see if you were alright. I brought you a burrito.” Your boyfriend points over to his table.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. Just felt tired is all.” You yawn, already starting to lay back down.

“Oh, okay. Let’s just lay back down then yeah Nugget?”

You nod and he wraps his arms around you snuggling into you as the two of you sleep the rest of the day away.

[legolasghosty]

hi if you’re still taking prompts can you please do 12 and/or 15 for boggie 🥺👉🏽👈🏽

Heh yeah so pay no mind to the fact that you sent this in like.... over 7 months ago... I promise I didn't forget! I just haven't had a lot of writing spoons in a hot minute! ANYWAYS have a little drabble. I'm sorry for the delay!!!!

Bobby picks his way down the path to the garage in the dark. He's not totally sure what time it is, he just knows it's late. Or early? Whatever. The other boys fell asleep hours ago, all curled up on the pull-out couch. Thank God Luke and Alex have gotten over that weird post-breakup "we shouldn't cuddle" thing. It made sleepovers way too confusing.

Their breakup made everything a little confusing if Bobby is being honest. Sure it had been a mutual thing and they'd only gone out for like a month, but still. The four of them spent so much time together, of course things got uncomfortable when half of the band members were suddenly exes. There had been a minute there where Bobby thought it would be the end of Sunset Curve.

But the waves have settled now. Luke and Alex are back to being bickering best friends. Their family band is safe. Thank God. Bobby doesn't think he could bear losing them. Any of them. They're his best friends.

He pushes open the garage door as quietly as he can. The beam of moonlight coming in over his shoulder illuminates his boys all tangled together on the couch bed. Luke's head is on Alex's thigh. Alex's arm is thrown over Reggie's torso. Reggie's leg is thrown over Luke's lap. His arms are flopped awkwardly over the space next to him. Bobby recognizes it as the spot he'd been lying before he'd given up on sleep and gone to make some hot chocolate.

Oh, he left his mug on the kitchen counter. F...rick. Bobby groans. Just his luck. Technically he could just go back to the house and get the half-full cup. But that suddenly feels like way too much work. Bobby heaves a sigh and heads for the couch. Maybe the partial drink and the late hour will let him sleep?

He lowers himself carefully onto the couch beside Reggie. The bassist stirs a bit, one hand reaching out towards Bobby. And his heart doesn't flutter a bit. It doesn't. Cause it can't.

Luke and Alex's breakup almost destroyed the band. Bobby can't afford to risk his only friends on a crush. Even if Reggie's eyes light up every time he sees a dog out walking. Even if his stupid jokes always manage to make Bobby laugh. Even if he looks so pretty onstage that Bobby forgets to breathe sometimes. Even if sometimes he'll glance down at Bobby's lips when they're sharing a mic and sometimes seems to watch him for a moment too long.

He can't risk it. Maybe he lov-likes Reggie romantically. But he cares about all three of them deeply. He can't lose any of them. They keep him from drowning in his head or staying inside all the time. They give him a reason to go to school on the bad days. They never like his artsy movie suggestions and then watch them with him anyways. They're his best friends and his lifelines. He's not losing them.

Reggie rolls over towards him, mumbling something incoherent. Bobby chuckles. His sleep-talking is adorable. Reggie's body is now only half covered by the black and white throw blanket that Bobby always claims for sleepovers and Reggie always seems to wake up under.

Bobby glances at the other two boys. Both are still sound asleep. He supposes it's safe to indulge for a moment.

"How come you always end up under my blanket, baby?" Bobby whispers, laying down beside Reggie. Hey, it's not like anyone's going to hear him. He'll take what he can get. Even if his treacherous heart yearns for it to be real.

"Cause you getting all flustered is one of the cutest things I've ever seen," Reggie murmurs, lips quirking up in a smirk.

Bobby jumps, his face heating up. "I...you're awake?" he stammers, backing away from his friend slowly.

Reggie blinks quickly, sleep still pulling at his eyelids as he focuses on Bobby. "Sorta?" he mumbles back. "Awake enough to hear you call me baby."

"I'm so sorry," Bobby says in a rush. "It's nothing, don't worry about it, it doesn't have to be a thing, I'm just being stupid."

Reggie frowns. "But... what if I want it to be a thing?"

Bobby feels like he's about to be split down the middle between logic and lo-his feelings. "We can't," he whispers, feeling a lump form in his throat.

"Says who?" Reggie responds, smiling sleepily. "We're smart, we'll figure it out. Just say it again?"

"Say what?" Bobby tilts his head, confused.

"Call me baby," Reggie clarifies. He reaches out and grabs at Bobby's hands. It takes him a couple of tries to get them both with his eyes still only half open. "I like it."

And Bobby is apparently too weak for this. "You sure, baby?" he breathes.

"Definitely," Reggie hums, laying back down and tugging Bobby down with him.

The bassist shifts around a bit until he can use Bobby's shoulder as a pillow. "Okay, sleepy time," he mumbles, eyes already falling shut. "We'll talk tomorrow."

Bobby's heart is racing, but sleep suddenly feels much more possible. Especially once he pulls his blanket over both of them. Alex shifts a bit in his sleep so his arm is thrown over both Reggie and Bobby. Luke's legs end up tangled with both of theirs.

Bobby takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. Well this was new. But not...necessarily...bad.

He drifts off to sleep.