#wc: 244

[noelxbe]

chuseok 2015

"a while ago, a memory it shall remain"

...

chuseok was truthfully not a big thing in the kang-lee family, perhaps it would be if they lived in korea, but they did not, they lived in canada. it wasn’t a holiday here in canada, so they weren’t free from work nor school on the days of chuseok. though they didn’t celebrate it as much as they could, they did celebrate it for a single day, making a bunch of korean for that single day. they’d then afterwards have to eat those leftovers for a while, it was always a pain.

noel is with his sister, who is basically always by his side, they’re close, really close, and noel loves her more than anything. she’s just turned thirteen, just became a teenager, but she feels the same as when she wasn’t a teenager, silent in public, not as silent at home, always by noel’s side, especially in public. “think you can cut the carrots?” he asks, the two have been tasked with making kimbap since that’s one of the easier dishes, ria only helps with this, meanwhile noel will help with the rest of the food once they’re done here.

“yeah sure” she says a big quietly, and noel works on cutting some other vegetables while she cuts the carrots. “should we dress up this year? wear our hanboks, i’m sure somin and heechul would be happy if we did” she nods a bit, so quiet, noel wonders if she’ll ever start talking some more.

[www-jungwon]

in which niki thinks you should let him choose the movie ( maybe a snowball will convince you ) ୨୧

tw. snowball fight wc. 244

“there’s no way i’m letting you choose the movie.”

niki’s eyebrows raise, coughing an offended laugh.

“and why is that?”

“don’t act like you don’t know.” you like to joke that you only keep niki around for his looks because of his terrible taste in movies. he’s been fairly tolerant up until, it seems, now.

niki takes a slow step forward, the winter sun falling over him. “no, i think,” he raises his arms, “i think you should explain to me, like, what you mean.” he tilts his head to the side in mock menace, grinning.

you step back as he steps forward, creeping closer threateningly. his boot pushes into the snow.

nervous giggles spill out of you, “niki, stop, i-”

he bends down, scoping snow into his glove.

“no- no, wait, i-”

the snow packs into a sphere and he winds back, throwing it at your chest.

you brace, but there’s barely an impact, and you know he didn’t even try, the snow sliding down your jacket.

you laugh, kneeling and hastily pushing snow together into a sad snowball that you messily throw at him. he catches it easily, barely raising his hand as it lands in his glove.

a smile creeps over your face as you watch, “shut up.”

“i didn’t say anything,” he grins, a laugh pushing out of him.

you walk over to him, pushing at his chest, and he steps back. the loss of his figure also causes the loss of your support, and you fall over, his arms raising to catch you.

you curl into him and he grins.

“so, can i choose the movie now?”

“no.”

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[anakinsvault]

james kelly eating out his pregnant wife/girlfriend 😹

okay, june, i love this so much, and also @fuckmyskywalker said to do this of everything you sent me so this will be good (i hope) tags: @anisscarletstarlet (comment to be one! <3) 18+ smut, james kelly, pregnancy, oral, crazy praising, use of mommy, & daddy, and breeding kink james kelly eating out his pregnant wife ────────────────────────────── WC: 244 ; btw, i am so horrid at writing like full blown stories, so when i get comfy with them i will be doing the bulleted list, im so sorry :( ────────────────────────────── ─ james kelly, would 110% have a breeding kink ─ seeing you all swollen and big with his baby, is the hottest thing to him ─ when you walk in, he would instantly get hard ─ he would walk over to you and rub your arms, then whisper into your ear: "come to bed, love" ─ once you two were both in bed, he would leave kisses all over your tummy as he strips you of any clothing, lastly getting to your panties. ─ he would tease you, with rubbing his thumb over the wet cotton of your underwear, asking: "is this all f' me?" ─ just looking at you, all needy and wet for him would make him dive right into you ─ he eats you like a starved man, his tongue making his way along every fold and make sure youre a whimpering mess ─ as he did this, when he would pull up for a breather, he would tell you: "doing so good right now", "you're such a good mommy", "you look so fuckin' hot, all full of my baby" ─ when he knew you were coming close, he would insert one digit trying to bring to to your climax faster ─ saying "come on sweetheart, cum for daddy", "its okay, just let go f' me" ─ as you came, he wouldn't stop eating you out, he would keep going, wanting to see your face twist with lust, ecstasy, and pleasure.

[dalsofile]

decay

In the face of your terminal degenerative illness, Jungkook steadfastly refuses to leave your side.

tags :: romance, terminal illness, grief, short imagine | pairing: jungkook x gender neutral reader | not proofread!!

wc :: 244

cast :: jungkook, y/n

song :: sign of the times - harry styles

Jungkook was perched on the edge of your bed, watching over your pitiful state. The room pulsed with the low hum of machinery used to keep their patients alive, a war never truly won even in times of peace. You were diagnosed with a degenerative disease in your body just over regretted years ago and your life turned.

You turned your head a little, to come face-to-face with Jungkook. You whispered, your voice barely audible: "kook... we need to talk..."

JUngkook blinked and shook his head wildly. "No, absolutely not. Im not going to leave you alone for this. Y/N, you are not a burden...You, Y/N are the love of my life and I promise to fight for us, however long it takes.”

You burst into tears and held onto Jungkook. “You're alive too, Jungkook, But you have a life. I don’t want you to see me decay.” 

JUngkook holds your hand, squeezing slightly. Y/n, You have been my joy... I cannot bear the thought of living without you. We will go through this together, all of it."

Your heart sank at the conviction you saw in Jungkook. "Are you sure? This isn't going to be easy."

Jungkook murmured softly as he pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead. “I know it will not be easy, but nothing that matters ever is. I love you, Y/N and Ill never leave your side.”

[luvxxriki]

KISS . N.rk

pairing - riki x fem!reader

genre - fluff, friends to lovers (kinda)

wc - 244

note - loosely based on 'see you again' by tyler, the creator (ft. kali uchis) i js listened to it and got this idea 🫶🍓

“Can I get a kiss?” 

His heart stopped. The prettiest, funniest, cutest, kindest, most perfect girl in the world, his best friend, just asked him for a kiss.

Now, call him crazy, call him delusional, even laugh at him. He didn’t know what she meant. Forehead? Cheek? Nose? Hand? Lips..? No, and that's where he becomes delusional once again.

But her innocent smile, expecting gaze, and rosy cheeks are so perfect, too perfect to be a daydream. Even though that would be the best way to describe her, a daydream in its purest form.

His breath was still caught in his throat, his eyes were wide like a deer in headlights, and his lips were slightly parted as if he was about to say something but the words refused to form. He closed his jaw and blinked a few times, like that would help him create a rational thought. 

Clearly it didn’t work though, because his actions were completely irrational, crazy if you ask him. 

He gently grabbed her chin and pressed his soft lips on her cherry flavored ones. They fit perfectly together, like they were puzzle pieces just waiting to be put together. He didn’t wanna make any mistakes or go overboard, so he reluctantly forced himself to pull away. Their faces remained inches from each other, and when he finally gained the confidence to look her in the eye, she was already smiling. 

“Now can you make it last forever?”

[cher-rei]

afterglow pt- 13 [ T.A.A ]

pairings: trent alexander arnold x fem!reader

summary: young and aspiring marketing and business major jamie carter (you) is privileged with working alongside the liverpool marketing and public relations team while also getting entangled with their star player and right back, trent alexander arnold.

genre(s): friends to lovers, fluff, slowish?? burn and just a good time

[wc: 5.3k] afterglow masterlist

notes: rahhhhhh!!!

spamjam._.

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spamjam._. may 24th anyone? [tagged: taylorhinds]

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taylorhinds 👀💜 [liked by spamjam._.]

liverpoolfc collab of the century I fear

→ spamjam._. if you know, you know 🤞🏻

user collab?? are they doing a photoshoot together or something?

→ user probably, you know how jamie is and her random promo photoshoots for brands 😭

→ user take back to the adidas shoot last year omw

→ user life was so much easier back then

virgilvandijk oh, so you were serious? 😂

→ spamjam._. I had a 10 hour board meeting yesterday for this. don't test my commitment 🙄

trentarnold66 she's a baller 🥵 [liked by spamjam._.]

harvelliot LET'S GO!! COUNT YOUR DAYS ON THAT PITCH

fía.messi bro has me flying over for this 😭 [liked by spamjam._.]

→ spamjam._. I couldn't get your dad so I had to settle for the next best thing (and mateo is only 10 so I had to choose you 😔)

"what's the date today?"

"the 23rd," laura answered promptly and went back to typing something on her laptop while the rest of your media team carried on with their personal tasks in the meeting room.

you stood at the whiteboard in front— a black marker in one hand and your ipad in the other as you wrote out and marked certain dates down and finalised a few things.

"okay." you tapped the marker on your chin and took a step back from the board, gaining everyone's attention. "those pictures are up for the efl final, but I'm going to need a date for next week for my meeting with the set designers and stylists because I have a few ideas for the launch."

sienna, another member of your media team was quick to check her calender, her email set up on her desktop. "you're good for march 4th if we're set to release the shoot may 7th."

you bit the inside of your cheek as you thought for a moment. "put it down. I'd also like an update on the news for the boss' special collection and," you wrote down something under the title national duty. "I need the flags ordered asap."

the room fell silent after that, everyone in their own headspace while the sound of keyboards clicking sounded through the room. you wanted to make next season's kit release a big one, the board giving you three words to ride off of and the mock design for the kit a few months ago.

you quite liked the tribute to the design and after consulting a few close professionals (sophia and alexandra) there was an idea of what you were going for. the idea of a more sophisticated look and aesthetic ran through your mind, the question of how would you style the jersey yourself playing a role.

"moped," you blurted which got you a few strange looks. "I want a moped for the shoot."

logan, who was silent for most the of the meeting eyed you for a second. "like the scooter?"

"the bike from that one disney movie?" laura followed and pulled up her pinterest page, moving her laptop to show you and you nodded, writing it down under the kit launch column on the board.

"I want it in red and maroon and see if they can get the jersey design on it," you said while tieing up your hair because this was oh so obviously only the beginning of the meeting.

you had been so busy the past few hours, confined between four walls that the only sunlight you were getting was the light emitting from the passage through the simgular glass wall of your meeting room that overlooked the second floor. your phone was probably buzzing with messages from clara asking you when you were free for your lunch break but that was the last of your worries.

but eventually something caught your attention from the corner of your eye as you stood in front of your team, going over some extra details. "the videographers are working on it currently so all we nee--"

you paused mid-sentence, the glimpse of a figure strolling past the room catching your attention for a moment. "uhm, all we need is to check if..."

they walked past again, only this time at a pace that was definitely noticeable. normally you would've disregarded trent's childish behaviour in the middle of work but everyone was growing agitated and needed a break.

you flicked your attention from your team to trent who was strolling along with his hands in his pockets, only to come back a second time, then a third until your team gradually noticed him. your lips drew into a thin line as he sent them a small wave, pretending to be busy.

"okay, everyone we can take a break." you set the markers down, their thankful sighs of relied making you laugh. "I'll see you in 45, okay?"

the seven of your team members flooded out the door in no time, leaving you alone while trent waited until they were out of sight to finally enter the room. he walked up you the whiteboard beside you, trying to act as if he knew what any of the writing meant while you continued to joy a few things down.

"don't try anything, the walls are literally made of glass," you said unbothered without taking your attention off of the work in front of you.

from beside you trent mocked an expression of hurt, offended that you'd accuse him of coming here just to do something. "I wasn't going to. I came here because I just happened to be walking by after our gym session," he answered, the lie dripping off his tongue effortlessly and you gave him a look.

you didn't respond, instead becoming immersed in your work once again. the marker in your hand moved between the spaces of your fingers, a pout forming on your lips as you concentrated.

don't get him wrong, trent found it extremely attractive that you were in your element— your hair messily tied up, the marker in your hand spinning between your fingers and the look of determination on your face made him crazy. but he was just a man after all and wanted to spend some time with his... free trial user.

with a sigh he sat down at the desk, spinning aimlessly on the chair to try and cure his boredom. he hated this— referring to the lack of privacy in the room because the blinds were open. suddenly, he perked up at the sound of your voice, but to his dismay, you weren't talking to him and were on the phone with someone he didn't care about.

"yes, I'd like to keep them neutral but you can have a selection and we can test them out on the day of the shoot," you said and hurried back to the whiteboard to write something down.

the sound of the marker squeaking on the board made trent cringe, that and he wished that you'd just sit down for one second. when the call ended, you felt the his eyes on you, a look of judgement perhaps? but what did he expect? you were at work and had to get things done.

"someone's cranky," you joked while flipping through a binder.

he threw his head back with a scoff. "well yeah, you're not even looking at me. you probably don't even care that I'm here right now."

really now? you rolled your eyes at his exaggeration, a smile dancing on your lips. "a lot needs to be done before the end of the month unfortunately and I'm kind of in charge of that." you scrunched your nose at the last part, the feeling of admitting that you were in charge sending a weird surge through your body.

tent pursed his lips, his look softening at the way you continued to flip through the binder, mumbling to yourself about not finding something. "I know but--"

"--there aren't any 'buts'." you put your hands on your hips, sending him a stern look to showcase your point. "you're supposed to be focusing on recovering. it's already an issue that you won't be playing sunday, we need you fit for the last few games of the season at least."

the room fell silent again, slight tension building up but you didn't care because it was the truth. it wasn't just him— it was curtis, darwin, mo and dominik as well. a few of their most crucial players were injured and unfortunately that make their chances of winning slimmer. and as excited as everyone was to play on sunday— the kids included even if they only got about five minutes of playtime, but this was still a final.

the coaching staff was agitated, virgil didn't know how if the chelsea squad were going to put up a fight and the injured players were beating themselves up. it wasn't an easy time for anyone right now, but they needed to focus. and right now, it seemed that trent wasn't getting the message.

it was unlike him, and you could see from the way that his leg anxiously bounced up and down that he knew that. so as much as you needed to reprimand him and remind him of what needed to be done, you could also tell that he wasn't okay.

with a sigh, you put down your things and went to lock the office door and close the blinds. the room was encapsulated in slight darkness again, prompting you to switch on the overhead lights that weren't needed earlier on.

trent remained quiet though, even when you came to sit down on the table in front of him. you looked down at him, the footballer leaning back in the chair.

"talk to me, what's bothering you?" your voice was laced with genuine worry and it made him ease into his seat further.

"nothing's wrong. I just wanted to see you but I guess it's a bad time." he plainly shrugged his shoulders, a look of mock dismissal on his face.

you quirked an eyebrow at his answer. "that's the worst lie you could've come up with right now." despite your targeted response you gently took his hand into yours and prompted him to speak. "is it because you're benched for the rest of the month?"

"yes and no," he said, looking up at you. "yes because I let the team down when they need all the help they can get. this is important to all of us and ever since my stupid knee happened I've been acting up."

he didn't need to mention it, but he was referring to the match against burnley where he was subbed off at halftime. you knew that it took a toll on his confidence, both on and off the pitch. there wasn't much you could do unfortunately besides comfort him.

"don't look at me like that," he groaned and leant forward to rest his head on your thigh, the embarrassment sinking in. "I sound so emotional, my ego is buried six feet under right now."

you stifled a laugh at his retort and let your hands run gently up and down his back. "it's okay. I'll ask harvey to pick it up for you, it's not a problem for him."

trent couldn't help but laugh, the feeling of his fingers trialing your thigh sent a shiver through your body. the two of you held that position for a bit longer, the feeling of being near each other enough to ease your respective anxiety.

"you're going to get better okay?" you said softly and he hummed in response. "whatever happens, happens but you need to do what you can. that's all that matters, so for now you're going to be the best bench warmer ever and support your team."

it was the day of the efl final and the team was ready— standing ready with their mascots at their sides in the tunnel that you were running through to make some last minute checks.

maya messaged earlier on in the day to say that they'd be at the match today and you couldn't wait to see them again after such a long time, especially alex who was apparently extremely excited to be here.

today more than ever you wore your liverpool jersey proudly only to be called out for wearing it by a familiar face. you just finished wishing the team goodluck when a chelsea player caught your attention in the line beside you.

you eyes rolled at the sound of the voice but you turned to look at him nonetheless, the smile on your lips slightly forced. "colwill."

levi put out his hand for you to take into a friendly handshake, a cheeky smile on his face as he looked you up and down. "It's always weird to see you in anything other than blue. you switching sides for the day?"

the backhanded comment was obviously a joke, it was natural for the two of you to have banter like this despite the fact that it had been years since you last talked to each other. from the line beside you, harvey was shamelessly watching the back and forth.

it made no sense to him that you always knew someone. in every situation and match of theirs, there was always someone that you knew.

you scrunched your nose at levi, not liking the idea of wearing a chelsea jersey. "we'll leave those blue days of mine at the academy thanks. good luck for today though, you're going to need it."

levi stifled a laugh at your goodbye and watched as you left the tunnel, old memories flooding back but never staying.

"academy?" harvey asked out loud, not meaning for levi to hear but he did and nodded. when he told harvey that you played for the chelsea academy before you left london it raised some intrigue amongst the reds on his side.

judging by their facial expressions he could tell that it wasn't something you liked to talk about. "she got called up a bunch of times for the first team but never took the offer. first time around she was 15."

there was no other reaction from harvey other than an irritated groan, his head shaking to the side as they started to make their way out of the tunnel. "she's lived 100 lives I'm telling you."

from behind him, andy hurriedly shushed him, the laugh barely staying inside because of the strange encounter. but harvey was right— it felt like you've lived 100 lives because there was a piece of you everywhere, a piece of you imprinted within the memory of so many people.

"the carter effect," harvey mumbled to himself with slight distaste as he stood in his position on the pitch waiting for the whistle to blow.

agonising. that's how you'd describe the first of the match. it was like a game of tennis— back and forth but the team was showing resilience against chelsea and their 10 man defence strategy. the man to man marking made you want to scream, because this was not the strategy of a team that knew that they were going to win.

"fucking cowards," you muttered under your breath and jayden danns— one of the kids who were newer to the first team bench, gave you a look.

feeling his judgemental gaze on your side you looked at him with widened eyes, gesturing to the pitch. "it's the truth. you can't play football like this, it's disgraceful."

from the seat beside you, bobby clark, another one of the children (as you liked to call them) spoke up and asked you about how long the chelsea squad could play defence. there wasn't a definite answer on your side as you sat with your hand on your chin in thought.

eventually, it had all the kids in thought, all five of the boys that you were looking after watching with determined eyes to see if there was a break in chelsea's defence.

"the only forward who they're expecting to score is palmer," james said and you scoffed, the rest of the bench chiming in to talk about cole palmer's recent performance and how it's been saving chelsea a ton.

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amongst the chatter, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. the name that popped up on your notification center made you smile— trent who was sitting in the stands with the rest of the injured players.

the last few minutes of the first half played out in a way that had your blood boiling. conor who was starting in trent's position today was playing exceptionally well for his first official start for the team, but someone else saw that as a threat apparently.

one shove from ben chilwell on conor had you out of your seat in an instant. the two players managed to fall on top of each other because of conor's honest tackle, and ben chilwell saw it as a challenge for something more.

seconds away from half time and a fight was about to break out and naturally the liverpool players tried to stop it, with a few players feeling provoked (cody and harvey). luckily it was broken up before anyone got seriously hurt, but by then you were already on the touchline alongside jurgen waiting to jump in.

the half-time whistle blew and you watched with distaste as they walked into the tunnel. instead of going up to the press room like you normally would, you decided to take a quick trip into the stands where the injured players were. you were alone today, and for another 4 months because clara was officially on maternity leave.

she was nearly 5 months into her pregnancy, but you still couldn't get behind your stupidity and not noticing any sooner. the signs were blatantly obvious but you thought it was normal— the loose clothing, strange cravings and her mood swings were nothing out of the ordinary.

she was doing well though, and was staying with her parents for the time being or at least until the season was over so that she could go back home with mason. at least she had stability, that's what mattered most.

"nice of you to visit us," curtis sarcastically greeted as you stood on the outside of the barricade. "I see the boys are treating you well."

it was clear that he was mocking you so you flashed him a tight lip smile. what the kids were doing was asking you questions about anything that came to mind— why you decided to work in marketing? was it true that you and trent were dating? (which you denied obviously)? who would win in a fight, a shark or a tiger? and funny enough you recalled jobe asking you the same question a while ago.

"a shark or a tiger?" he asked with a challenging smile.

your eyebrows furrowed and you looked at jude next to you, who shared the same expression of confusion. "well where's the fight happening?" you asked jobe who made it clear that he didn't like the follow up question.

he pulled a face at you, "what do you mean where's the fight?"

his question left you and jude speechless, his older brother trying to prompt his understanding of the situation further but jobe was stubborn and didn't care about the logistics of the scenario.

"it depends on where the fight is," jude said and you nodded. "they live in different environments entirely so it matters."

jobe rolled his eyes at the question, almost as of it were ridiculous. his shoulders tensed up and he leant forward on the chair he was sitting on. "yeah, but who would win the fight, this isn't about the environment."

you stifled a laugh, in further disbelief. "jobe where is the fight? where is it happening?"

"that's not the point!"

you couldn't stay to chat long to trent's dismay. he couldn't even hold your hand and the look of despair on his face said it all. but you agreed on keeping it on the low, no physical contact in public because there were always cameras around.

you flashed him a smile and waved before heading back to the bench just in time. a sigh of exhaustion leaving your lips at the thought of another 45 minutes of back and forth.

it was around the 60' minute when something built up, having you on the edge of your seat and holding your hands together in prayer and desperation until the ball finally hit the back of the net. however your rejoice didn't last long because once again, the referee was checking for offside.

you stood with your hands in the air in shock, utter hatred for the decision alone. "that wasn't offside at all! what the fuck kind of decision is this?"

the rage and irritation in your tone only grew when the referee called it, your scream drowning out in the sea of groans from the supporters. if it wasn't for james then you probably would have gone up to the stewards yourself to complain.

this was nothing new for the team though, and it was evident in their unimpressed expressions as they got back into position again. you carried on complaining for quite a bit after that— if there was one thing that you hated, then it was cheaters and liars. there was no reason to call the goal offside.

not too far away in the stands trent had his attention on you, an amused smile dancing on his lips as you complained to the other players on the bench— exaggerating your movements and explaining further, your blood boiling.

curris noticed him watching and teasingly nudged his arm. "talk about passionate."

he was right, your passion for the sport was never something you tried to minimise or hold back and that was something that trent found extremely attractive. you were always standing along the touchline with your hands on your head in distraught or leaping from your seat when they scored.

this was a first for trent— his past girlfriends who attended his games usually sat in the family booth and watched from afar, possibility not knowing what was actually happening on the pitch. but the idea of having you so close to him on the once place that he felt the most at home made his heart race.

close, both literally and figuratively— you'd be on the touchline, at most of his games because it was your job but also because you shared the passion for the sport and that meant more than anything to him. the fact that he could share what made him whole, with his partner.

"saffie's at home watching peacefully," curtis then shook his head as he watched you talk to conor who was subbed off, probably complaining again. "and this beast is picking a fight with the stewards."

trent stifled a laugh at his retort, stopping himself to try and listen in on what you were telling conor who was nodding along.

"exactly! I would have thrown him to the floor, conor. you're weak my boy." you pat him on the shoulder reassuringly, causing curtis to throw his head back in laughter.

20 minutes and two yellow cards later, the score was still tied at 0-0. the thought of the match falling into added time made you nauseous, because at the rate anything could happen. with a hand on your forehead you sunk further into your seat, all hope lost as the kids put on their jerseys.

"save us. please." your voice was meek and desperate causing the three of them to laugh, watching as the sub board went up. "I believe in you!"

when the final whistle blew for a short break before the added extra time you got up from your seat and paced up and down to loosen the tension in your legs. jurgen was huddled with the team, strategizing but you weren't too sure what he could possible be telling them.

personally you would have told them to break the chelsea players' legs. or at least try and play a bit rougher but there was nothing you could do except sit and watch. the kids were doing well luckily, and you did a headcount oh how many of them were on the pitch.

4. there were 4 first team players on that pitch and the rest were the club's academy kids going up against a full cheslea squad in a cup final. it was jaw dropping to witness this in person.

when jurgen came over for some water you asked him what the strategy was, to which he just shrugged with a smile. "I told them to have fun. just kick the ball until it hits the back of the net."

you blinked up at him for a moment, the answer a surprise to you but it made sense. there was nothing better that could have been done, so instead you started to pray and manifest, begging the universe for a goal or at least an opportunity.

with your lips pursed you looked up to the timer above the pitch, the big 116 mocking the players on the pitch. there was 4 minutes left and chelsea's management decided that it was a good time to make a substitution. obviously it was to waste time, but even then it was a stupid idea.

the players on the pitch were out of breath, virgil had swear dripping down his forehead and a look of complete exhaustion hiding behind his blank stare. what a way to make people suffer.

it wad the last corner of the match probably and tsimikas was up to take it. naturally you got up again seeing as this was probably going to penalties which you were confident enough in.

with hopeless eyes your eyes followed the ball as it crossed into the penalty area where the players were showing each other, trying to make way for a header. the stadium held it's breath, everyone's hope deep in the dirt until virgil managed to get a touch on the ball just enough that it successfully hit the back of the net.

it happened so quickly but the adrenaline eventually kicked in and you were being pulled into a hug from jurgen. on the other end of the pitch, virgil was sprawled on the floor, the boys surrounding him and laying beside him. it was all over once the final whistle blew seconds later and you heard the bustling noise from behind you.

darwin came running down the steps, pushing curtis to the side as he leapt over the barricade and onto the pitch in excitement with the staff. it was all too much, the overwhelming feelings of anxiety and excitement whirling inside of you.

you were left speechless, nothing more to say than. "how the fuck?"

the celebration was nothing short of heartwarming, but the feeling of watching the chelsea players leaving the stadium without saying a word was a better feeling.

"maybe you should actually try and score next time," you said with a teasing smile directed at levi who was heading towards you up the stairs with the rest of his team. "instead of standing as if you were the great wall of china."

all he did was shake his head and gave you a friendly pat on the shoulder as be walked past, before quickly turning back. "I still think you look better in blue though."

you stifled a laugh, not bothering to answer and instead made your way to the pitch where the banner was set up to take a few pictures before they came down to sing the anthem with their proudly adorned medals and trophy.

while they did all that you made a quick run up to stands, eagerly minding your way until maya, noah and alex were in the clear. the excitement on alex's face was enough for you, a proud feeling of warmth spreading through your chest.

"how was it buddy? did you have fun?" you asked and pulled him into a tight hug.

the younger boy nodded happily, going on about how scared he was and how he really wanted ice cream during the match because it was "super intense". when the time came you bid them goodbye and headed back down to take some pictures.

a fond smile formed on your face at the sight of the academy players, the group immediately making their way over to you with their medals and bombarding you with excited comments.

"I can't believe I nearly scored twice," jayden said with widened eyes, still in disbelief as he held up two fingers. "that's more than once and I just got here."

"which means that you better score soon, the season is nearly over." you lightly punched his arm, the group of academy players following you through the crowd of staff on the pitch.

once again james forced a sarcastic laugh, looking to jayden with his eyes narrowed. "well I just got here too and got booked 3 minutes in. I literally breathed."

not long after that, the photographers called all the academy players together for a group photograph and you took a step back and watched. but your attention was promptly caught by trent leisurely strolling beside dominik and mo.

with a smile you waved him over and suggested that he joined the picture since he was an academy graduate as well. he wasn't too sure at first but he eventually cut in.

after a few pictures your eyes squinted. "what's he doing here?" your question was directed at harvey who was seated on the floor, his face melted in irration as you spoke to him.

"I could ask you the same thing," he shot back and you nearly responded but the group dispersed, everyone going their own way as the celebration wrapped up.

naturally, you joined trent in his little stroll but made sure there was enough space between the two of you so no suspicion would be raised.

even though you were talking normally for the most part, it physically pained him that he couldn't even hold your hand. he gap between your bodies made him cringe, and what made it worse was that this was the first time that he's ever felt this needy or desperate to be close to someone.

but as you were talking to him now, the stadium still full of supporters while you stood in the middle of it all, he felt the desperation panging at his chest.

"bro are you seriously zoning out again?" you asked with a sigh. "this is the fourth time today-- and yes I'm counting."

"well sorry." he lifted his hands into the air in defence. "It's not my fault that my heart is in actual pain because I have to treat you like a normal friend in public."

your eyes rolled at his exaggeration, his dramatics being nothing new especially about this topic. "we aren't officially together yet so we can't do anything about it. calm down, loverboy."

normally this would be the part where he'd kiss you so that you'd shut up but trent had to bite his tongue today, and instead just nodded. it was the harsh truth unfortunately and as much as he loved private relationships, he wanted to show you off. he wanted the world to know that you were his.

but for the first time in a while he'd have to be patient.

spamjam._.

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liverpoolfc red suites you so much more 🫶 [liked by spamjam._.]

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user ??? oh the dramaaaa

user 120 minutes of torture that I refuse to relive

bobbyclark can't believe that I made it onto the profile 😫

→ spamjam._. watch me crop you out.

→ jayden.danns @bobbyclark I'm the one who got the photocreds on her story 🥱 lower your tone in my presence

→ jamesmconnel and I got booked for breathing 😒

→ spamjam._. james that was a clear tackle?? you got booked for a reason 😭

→ jamesmcconnell yeah for breathing!!

virgilvandijk you should've gotten a medal for being the best cheerleader today 🥇[liked by spamjam._.]

→ spamjam._. aahhh!! I'm so glad my efforts were noticed

→ curtisjr you were screaming at the refs and nearly barged into the stewards room 🤨

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[zorosbeau33]

Snow Drifts~ Trafalgar Law Timestamp

❖ One Piece, Trafalgar Law x gender neutral reader

❖ Timestamp, Fluff

❖ Tw: none

❖ wc: 244

❖ @tojiseviltwin ❖ Masterlist ��

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Just a crack little thing I wrote at near midnight~ Hope you enjoy!

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Snow drifts can be so beautiful, and mysterious for who knows what the shaped place beneath it could be. A bush? Or maybe just snow! These sorts of statements made Law’s eye twitch, you couldn’t really be trying to get him to play guess at what lay underneath those snow banks. In fact, why had you dragged him here was beginning to drive him crazy as well. They had proved in five seconds flat that the new medication did not ward off cold but merely delayed frostbite from setting into exposed limbs thanks to its metabolism and blood flow boosting capabilities. Yet you were pushing him past all logical reasons to still be out here in this frigid atmosphere, by posing the hypothesis that if you both spent time digging up the snow banks you might find interesting or maybe mundane things. Why was this pleasing to you? Did you really enjoy freezing like a popsicle on this arctic island? Law got his answer as soon as you finally admitted to being a bit cold, the way you somehow materialized in his side burrowing under his arm with cute little puppy dog eyes was all he needed to know. 

“If you had wanted cuddles you could have just said so.” Grumbled the surgeon before with a word moving you both to your shared room on the sub to change into comfy pajamas and curl up together as he caught up on his medical books.

[seivsite]

SLEEPING BEAUTY.

includes: blade x fem!reader. vidyadhara!blade, blade is referred as ren, soft bladie, not proofread — wc: 244

Ren walked into the room after completing his mission, only to find (Name) peacefully asleep on the couch. The Vidyadhara couldn’t resist the urge to draw closer, captivated by the sight of her serene visage and the delicate snores that escaped her lips.

Ren contemplated the idea of moving (Name) from the couch to a more comfortable bed, yet the thought of disrupting her blissful repose weighed heavily on his heart. Lost in his thoughts, he lingered for too long, and (Name) stirred from her slumber, her eyes opening to meet the gaze of her beloved, his expression furrowed with deep contemplation.

“Hmm? You’re already back, my love?” she whispered, stretching her arms behind her. Ren, overcome with a surge of affection, swiftly enveloped her in his embrace, causing her to instinctively cling to his neck. With careful tenderness, he guided her to their shared bedroom, gently settling her onto the bed, and then joined her, cocooning them both beneath the comforting covers. His tail instinctively wound itself around (Name)’s form, drawing her nearer, creating an intimate bond between them.

“Go back to sleep, my darling,” he whispered, gently sweeping a stray strand of hair from her face, revealing her exquisite features that he adored so deeply. She hummed in response, gradually descending into a peaceful slumber. With tender affection, he softly caressed her hair, placing a tender kiss upon her hairline, drawing her closer as she surrendered to the realm of dreams.

NOTES. vidyadhara blade.

TAG LIST. @yanqingisim

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[reblog-house]

Ice Creams of Divorce

Characters: Bdubs, Cleo, Scar, Etho

Wc: 920

Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt 244, “Critical Ice Cream”

Ao3: Here!

“Mhmm,” Bdubs exaggerated delight with a mouthful of ice cream. “Delicious, right Cleo?”

Cleo didn’t respond. Bdubs turned to his left and they were glaring daggers at Etho from across the table. Etho, on his part, was bent towards the table trying to bring the ice cream to his face, but every time he moved the spoon closer, Cleo’s face hardened.

“Mom,” he whined. “The ice cream’s good, right?”

Cleo glanced at Bdubs and let out a small smile. “Of course, Bdubs.” Then looked back at the odd one out and continued frowning.

“Yes, Bdubs,” Scar said, across the table with his mouth full. “The ice cream is delicious. But it would be even better without Mister Deadbeat over there.”

“Come on, guys! He’s trying to reach out! Right dad?” Etho tried to speak but Bdubs continued. “Look! He’s here!”

“Yes, Bdubs, and that’s exactly the problem.”

“But! You guys were all in for the idea of inviting him! And it was all VERY civil during the meal! No one clawed the other’s eyes out! It makes no sense!”

“Oh, that was before dessert.” Scar said nonchalantly and Cleo nodded firmly, like that made any sense.

“So what!”

“I…” Etho spoke up, and all the eyes turned to him. He gulped, audibly. “I think I should probably… get going now.”

“What! No, dad!”

“Oh?” Cleo raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. “Is your little friend group calling? Asking when you’ll stop ‘babysitting’?”

Bdubs gasped. “Oh, don’t you speak of TIES like that! They’re great people, I’ll have you know!”

Cleo and Scar looked at him and then at each other. He couldn’t read their minds but he didn’t like whatever was happening, no siree! 

“Right… Scar, could you and Bdubs go for a walk?” they said, eyes never leaving Etho.

“Gladly!” Scar said, pushing his chair back. A crash followed. Scar looked down and pouted. “Awe, my cane, not again.”

Bdubs wanted to say ‘told you so’ but he didn’t think it would be the best idea.

Still, he muttered, “Told you not to hook it on the chair.”

Scar was close enough to hear him, but he clearly ignored it. Or maybe he was just too focused on trying to get his cane from the floor that he didn’t listen. He was like that.

He should help him get it.

At once, it hit Bdubs. “Wait, no!” Eyes on him again. He corrected his tone. “What about we don’t go?” 

Bdubs could probably count the amount of hairs on Cleo that turned gray in the length of the conversation.

“Pray tell, why would you not?”

“Because you would kill him and he couldn’t defend himself! No offense Etho.”

“None taken, sadly.” His voice grew sad. “I’ve already been called washed up and past my prime—”

“That’s a lie!”

“—Cleo would kill me instantly. I’ve accepted it.”

“Look at what you did!” Bdubs said to his mom. “The comment still hurts him!”

“I never said he was washed up! Everyone else said that but me!” They tried to defend themself but the cards weren’t in their favor.

“Clockers! Etho!” Scar said suddenly. He was already standing, cane in hand. When did he pick it up? “We’re getting too off-topic now! Come on, Bdubs.”

“Nuh-uh, I’m not going anywhere.”

“Bdubs…” Scar said with a threatening voice.

“I wanna hear what mom’s gonna say.”

Cleo sighed. “Take a seat Scar. Finish your ice creams.”

Bdubs had completely forgotten about it, and by the looks of it, so had Scar. Both scoops had already half-melted.

“Look, Etho… I hate putting the children in the middle of this—”

Bdubs wanted to retort that he wasn’t a child. So he did. They all ignored him.

“But if you want to be present in their lives, we could strike up an arrangement. Won’t suddenly drop Bdubs on you nor will you visit unannounced. You could call ahead and decide when to see them. That could be a thing. Nothing’s stopping you.

“If, however,” she continued, “you’re gonna be an absent father, could you be at least absent?”

The room grew dead silent.

Then, cackling. 

“Oh my god.” Scar said as he laughed.

A puff of air escaped Bdubs. Then, he felt something start to rise to his throat, stuck there for a second. 

And it escaped.

Bdubs laughed.

His eyes closed and he didn’t hear his parents join in, but their exhales felt less tense now. Almost fond.

After a bit, they stopped laughing. The air was silent, but no longer thick. Bdubs looked at his dad.

Etho breathed, then said, “Yeah I would… I think I would like that. The first thing. If Scar doesn’t mind. I know he hates me.”

“And that won’t change any time soon,” Scar said like a reminder. “But whatever makes Bdubs happy. Just remember, you mess with one of us, you mess with all, Mister Slab. Clockers stay together above it all. Remember that.”

Etho nodded firmly. “I will.”

“Oh, one more thing,” Cleo said. “You can’t take Bdubs to your crew of friends. I don’t trust they’re good role models for him.”

“Mom!”

Etho hummed. “You know, yeah, I see what you mean.”

“WHAT.”

“We’re a bit rowdy,” he added thoughtfully.

Cleo groaned. “Don’t ever say that again or I’ll rescind the invitation.” They rested their arms on the table. “So, are we on the same page?”

Etho looked at Bdubs, then at Scar. Then, back at Cleo. And with determination in his voice, “Yes. We are.”

[kazumist]

A LOVE LIKE IN FICTION .ᐟ

✩ — in which i base my favorite lines from books to (some) genshin characters.

✩ — includes: xiao, kazuha, albedo x gn!reader. fluff. no cws. wc: 244. reblogs and feedback are appreciated !!

xiao — !

xiao was never the type to be easily vocal when it came to how he felt. although yes, his tongue can be sharp on some occasions, but that’s when he shares his opinion. when it comes to how he feels, there are moments when xiao doesn’t know what to say. sometimes, xiao can’t even explain what he’s feeling. but it was all so sudden—overwhelming even. maybe, if xiao loved you any less, he might be able to talk about it more. he loves you—too much, in fact. however, xiao wonders if love is enough to describe how he feels about you.

from emma, jane austen.

kazuha — !

kazuha was starstruck when everything started to change when it came to how he looked at you. he loved to hear your laugh; he loved to hear you ramble on about something that happened to you earlier in the day; and he loved it when your eyes shined at him. he didn't realize it at first. but the second kazuha tried to tell himself that he wasn't in love with you, he realized he was.

from the universe of us, lang leav.

albedo — !

the way albedo views you is different from the way you view yourself. to him, you were so much more than just amazing, brilliant, or any other compliment there is in the world. however, you don't realize this. albedo wishes that you could see yourself the way he sees you.

from the love hypothesis, ali hazelwood.

[bookgeekgrrl]

My media this week (10-16 Mar 2024)

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

🥰 Art Thief, Heart Thief (odetteandodile) - 58K, stucky white collar inspired AU - enjoyed how author took the WC set up (fbi art agent, criminal consultant) and made it theirs & perfect for stucky

💖💖 +195K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

Midlife Crisis (profoundalpacakitten) - MCU: stucky, 7K - reread, forever fave - the quiet, piercing, understated tenderness in this fic is unmatched

Progredi (justanotherStonyfan) - MCU: shrunkyclunks, 37K - the next installment in the fabulous Honey Honey series

Pistachios and Rose Water (goldsaffron) - The Old Guard: kaysanova, 15K - J&N spend 10 years putting down roots, building a home & collecting a found family as Nicky learns to express his love through food

Consensual Catfishing (foresthearts) - Stranger Things: steddie, 32K - modern AU, told via social media - delightful story! adored these characters & their voices and using all different sorts of SM to tell it. brilliant idea, adeptly executed. the art is also pretty great

they're going to send us to prison for jerks (greatunironic) - Stranger Things: steddie, 16K - another really fun modern steddie with a strong social media AU premise

Os Impurum (the_deep_magic) - The Eagle | The Eagle of the Ninth: Marcus Flavius Aquila/Esca Mac CunovalMarcus/Esca, 18K - solidly good fic about marcus/esca post canon, esp marcus discovering some new things about himself 😉

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Ghosts (US) - s3, e5

Game Changer - s6, e3

D20: The Unsleeping City: Chapter II - "For the Hoard!" (s7, e15)

D20: The Unsleeping City: Chapter II - "Treachery at Gramercy" (s7, e16)

D20: The Unsleeping City: Chapter II - "Two Sides of the Same Coin (Part 1)" (s7, e17)

D20: The Unsleeping City: Chapter II - "Two Sides of the Same Coin (Part 2)" (s7, e18)

D20: Adventuring Party - s3, e12-16

Um, Actually - s9, e2

D20: Fantasy High: Junior Year - "Cursed Out" (s21, e10)

D20: Adventuring Party - "Cool Ranch Communion" (s16, e10)

D20: Tiny Heist - "Big Little Crimes" (s4, e1)

D20: Tiny Heist - "Chicanery at Shoeby's Casino" (s4, e2)

D20: Tiny Heist - "Scheming and Scoring Fairy Dust" (s4, e3)

Agatha Christie's Marple - "The Secret of Chimneys" (s5, e2) [shout out to @leupagus for this rec; they were not wrong about the acting choices made here 🤩]

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

Worlds Beyond Number: Fireside - Fireside Chat for WWW ep001 The Open Door

What Next: TBD - Instagram’s Pedophile Problem

Desert Island Discs - Cillian Murphy, actor

WikiHole - Lenny Kravitz (with Paul F. Tompkins, Drew Tarver, and Heléne Yorke)

This Cultural Life - Andrew Scott

Pop Culture Happy Hour - Our 2024 Oscars Recap

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - The Grave of XYZ

Vibe Check - Hey, Sis: featuring Morgan Parker

WikiHole with D'Arcy Carden - Fear of Dolphins (with Kumail Nanjiani, Emily Gordon, and Jonah Ray)

The Allusionist - 190. Craters

WikiHole with D'Arcy Carden - Tetris (with Adam Pally, Jon Gabrus and Blair Socci)

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - The Lighthouse Keeper

⭐ Vibe Check - A Special Conversation with Afeef Nessouli

Short Wave - What We Know About Long COVID, From Brain Fog to Fatigue

⭐ Decoder Ring - Why Stylists Rule the Red Carpet

⭐ 99% Invisible #573 - Toyetic

You Are Good - My Best Friend's Wedding w. Sam Sanders

If Books Could Kill - Lean In

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Law of the Tongue

Imaginary Worlds - The Nine Lives of Red Dwarf

Today, Explained - Lip gloss, gum, and the Pill

Dear Prudence - My Ex Had Sex With My Brother. Help!

What Next: TBD - Is TikTok Cooked This Time?

Short Wave - Are We On The Brink Of A Nuclear Fusion Breakthrough?

Pop Culture Happy Hour - Love Lies Bleeding And What's Making Us Happy

Endless Thread - The Music Man, Part 1

Welcome to Night Vale #244 - A Multiplicity of Kevin

Today, Explained - Hollywood’s still not back

99% Invisible - The Power Broker #03: David Sims

Off Menu - Ep 233: Frankie Boyle (Live in Glasgow)

⭐ Hit Parade - Gotcha Covered Edition

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

The Donnas

Smooth Rockabilly

Respect: '60s Iconic Women

[murderoushagthesequel]

daily jegulus microfics

these are all the microfics i've written from a prompt by @jegulus-microfic! my regular microfic list was getting crowded so i'm separating them. also all the ones starred are my personal favorites! i love all of them but some, i'm especially proud of :)

May

invisible: Exchange Student (wc 493)

dawn: Until Tomorrow (wc 150)

spider: Potter is Scared (wc 280)

passion: Juice (wc 277)

*morals: Playing with Fire (wc 244)

mirror: Hold Me Now (wc 165)

off-script: Opening Night (wc 165)

*flowers: Grounded (wc 154)

intent: Just Good Acting (wc 327)

explore: Ruined Date (wc 450)

*new: Boys (wc 504)

*open: Love for Life (wc 199)

library: Library Dad (wc 491)

first: Fallen by Their First (wc 449)

chase: You're Free Now (wc 240)

favorite: Veritaserum (wc 96)

*beach: Follow Me (wc 860)

June

appearance: He Looks So Perfect (wc 215)

swim: Cats and Lemonade (wc 359)

domestic: Happy Being Happy (wc 156)

knife: How to Slice (wc 85)

*freckle: Moonlight Admiration (wc 302)

holiday: Effortless (wc 181)

*warning: The Only Good Thing (wc 827)

taking chances: Can I Have This Dance? (wc 310)

roof: Ours (wc 140)

*comfortable: Couch Burrito (wc 100)

smoke: Maybe It Isn't (wc 525)

warmth: Thawed (wc 70)

tender: James' Dinosaurs (wc 233)

*boot: See, Notice, Study (wc 100)

camera: Gifts (wc 295)

mistake: Boyfriend (wc 464)

summer: Difference (wc 125)

expose: I Know You (wc 319)

memory: Photos and Family (wc 250)

try again: Stupid Quiz (wc 249)

authentic: Shopping (wc 167)

risky: "Disgusting" (wc 166)

*charm: Blinding (wc 111)

impatient: I'm Here (wc 352)

blackmail: Explanation (wc 76)

*ribbon: Hair Styling (wc 152)

letter: A Little Fun (wc 239)

plant: Amongst the Greenery (wc 312)

*nervous: Distraction (wc 133)

dress: LBD (wc 200)

July

*alive: Sparks Fly (wc 160)

*scars: Owned (wc 82)

praise: Melody (wc 85)

hands: Hot/Cold (wc 105)

potion: Beautiful (wc 107)

cat: Something Else (wc 142)

ring: Shiny Things (wc 118)

break: Breaking Bread (wc 96)

sweat: After School (wc 172)

*snitch: Just Us Now (wc 381)

creepy: Scary Stories (wc 179)

coffee: Coffee? (wc 101)

weekend: Favorite Time (wc 105)

forest: Garden (wc 115)

bath: Bedroom, Bathroom (wc 67)

*bath: In Absense (wc 195)

never forgotten: Beacon of Hope (wc 250)

don't go: Confirmations After (wc 213)

grass: This Is Joy (wc 156)

*thunder: Sounds of Thunder (wc 250)

*savour: Choice (wc 145)

rest: Day Off (wc 110)

kitchen: Dream Home (wc 123)

inspire: Regulus the Poet (wc 146)

transform: Ethereal (wc 127)

crown: My Crown (wc 209)

ignite: First Grill Lesson (wc 278)

*hunter: Snow White (wc 191)

champagne: Inappropriate Use (wc 207)

final: Healthy Start (wc 153)

[wheelsupin-five]

I posted 7,966 times in 2022

That's 4,352 more posts than 2021!

411 posts created (5%)

7,555 posts reblogged (95%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@freakwiththeknifecollection

@badass-magizoologist

@letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

@cold-egg

@hattalove

I tagged 6,156 of my posts in 2022

Only 23% of my posts had no tags

#0 - 2,231 posts

#eddie - 832 posts

#buck - 731 posts

#buddie - 724 posts

#marvel - 483 posts

#spn - 365 posts

#911 spoilers - 344 posts

#lincoln.txt - 298 posts

#fic - 229 posts

#fanart - 219 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#i think the 118 should have a game night and  doing  that game where you have to mime the answer someone (probably buck) decides to do eddie

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Accidentally By Mistake

Summary: 

How do you accidentally kiss the person you’ve been thinking about for years and not even realise it?

“It was an accident,” Buck says, his words muffled by his hands.

“You kissed him accidentally?” Lucy says. “I can’t believe I missed it.”

Relationships: Buck/Eddie

A/N: Hi! this is my first 911 fic :) This one goes out to Saga, and all my friends who clapped and cheered for me when I said I’d written this &lt;3

Wc: 1401                       Read it on Ao3

Buck’s sitting on the couch, handing Chimney’s ass to him in Halo when he sees Eddie quickly approaching him from the corner of his eye. He ducks his character undercover, as Chim makes a break for one of the corridors.

“What’s up?” Buck asks when he can feel Eddie’s presence behind him. He may not have laid an eye on him yet, but tension is radiating off him.

“Chris is sick, I have to go pick him up.”

“Is he okay?” Buck tips his head back to look up at him. A small smile breaks through Eddie’s tight expression when their eyes meet. He pauses the game, earning a small huff from Chim.

“Yeah, he’ll be okay. Carla is fully booked today so I don’t know if I’ll be able to come back to finish the shift.” Eddie shifts like he’s contemplating leaving at that.

“Hey,” Buck reaches up and grabs a handful of Eddie’s LAFD button down to loosely hold him in place, “relax your jaw, drop your shoulders. Chris will be fine. And I’m sure Ravi won’t mind picking up the slack for half a shift.” He says with a half-smile. “I’ll drop by tonight. Text me if you need anything, okay?”

“Yeah, thanks, Buck.”

Eddie drops his hand to Buck’s shoulder before leaning down, Buck’s hand going to the side of Eddie’s face, fingers curling around the back of his head as he half successfully presses a kiss to Buck’s lips.

“See you later,” Eddie mumbles against him. Buck hums in agreement. “See ya guys,” Eddie calls with a wave before he disappears down the stairs.

It’s dead silent and Buck can feel all eyes on him.

Beside him, Chimney is looking at him slack-jawed and Hen and Ravi’s eyes are glued to him from the table.

“What?” Buck asks, looking between them like there was some joke he wasn’t in on or he’d just done something terribly wrong.

Hen hesitates. “Is that how you decided to tell us?”

Buck blinks.

No one clarifies, and the air feels tight enough to shatter.

Oh.

Eddie kissed him.

Oh.

He kissed Eddie.  

“Did we miss something here?” Bobby walks from his office with Lucy close behind him, slowing as he approaches them, obviously feeling the tension.

“No,” Buck chokes out, his heart catching in his throat.

“Nope,” Hen says, dragging her eyes from Buck. Chim and Ravi hesitantly echo her.

See the full post

124 notes - Posted May 23, 2022

#4

Thinking abt how eddie held bucks hand while he was trapped under the ladder truck

163 notes - Posted November 18, 2022

#3

Buck has his own toothbrush that lives permanently in the Diaz's bathroom

244 notes - Posted October 16, 2022

#2

I cant wait for this WIP to be updated! I wonder what will happen next! My brother in christ you're the author of this WIP

271 notes - Posted March 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Do you understand

356 notes - Posted August 16, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

can i make a request where jennifer jareau is jealous of the reader because the kids are always calling her attention

fem!plus size reader, wc: 244.

cw! slight insecure jj ;(

It was no secret that little kids loved meeting new people, especially JJ’s son. When you and JJ had first gotten together, Henry was a bit nervous, because who was this new woman seeing his mommy? But, after a while, he got used to you, and he just loved holding your attention.

With JJ being away for cases, he grew accustomed to you being his main caretaker, almost like a routine. He’s hungry? Ask his stepmom. He’s tired? Ask his stepmom to tuck him in. He need help opening something? Ask his stepmom. So, when JJ gets home, he almost never asks her for help, and shamefully, it makes her a bit jealous.

“Do you think Henry likes you better than me?" JJ asked you one day.

Your eyebrows furrowed, having to turn your head to look at her. It was obvious that she was affected by this, her lips turned down in a frown as she truly worried about whether he actually did or not.

“Honey no.” You said, taking her hand in yours. “Then why does he never come to me for help?” You sighed. “I think he’s just used to the routine we’ve built when you go to work. It’s nothing against you, he’s just following what he’s used too. If you want me too, I’ll tell him to go ask his mommy to help him instead of me.”

“You would do that?”

“Of course, I would, you’re his mom too.”

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[rahmad8885]

Bagaimana Jika Sudah Masuk WC Tapi Lupa Baca Doa?

Pertanyaan:

Bismillah. Afwan ustadz jika kita masuk sudah WC lupa membaca doa masuk WC, apa yang harus dilakukan?

(Ditanyakan oleh Santri Kuliah Islam Online Mahad BIAS)

Jawaban:

Semoga Anda dan kita semua senantiasa diberikan lindungan Allah, hidayah dan kebahagiaan di dalam kehidupan dunia dan akhirat.

Bila kita lupa membaca doa, maka pilihannya antara Anda keluar dari kamar mandi kemudian ucapkan doa di luar kamar mandi dengan lisan bila memungkinkan, bila tidak memungkinkan Anda bisa meninggalkannya atau bisa membacanya di dalam kamar mandi di dalam hati Anda, bukan dengan lisan Anda. Sebagaimana yang di jelaskan sebagaian para ulama dalam pernyataan berikut:

Berkata Ibnu Mundzir rahimahullahu taala: berkata Ikrimah,” janganlah ia mengingat Allah dengan lisannya di dalam wc, namun hendaknya ia lakukan dengan hatinya.” (Kitab Al Aushath: 1/341)

Berkata Ibnu hajar , “ dan mereka ( jumhur Ulama) mengatakan kepada orang yang lupa berdoa,” hendaklah ia berlindung( berdoa) dengan hatinnya dan tidak dengan lisannya.” (Kitab Fathul bari : 1/244)

Dan Ibnu Hajar juga berkata,”Dan bila ia lupa berdoa, hendaklah ia lakukan di dalam hatinya, tidak dengan menggunakan lisannya.” (Hasiyah Tohtowy atas Maraqy alfalah : 2/49)

Wallahu alam.

Dijawab dengan ringkas oleh:

Ustadz Mu’tashim, Lc. MA. حفظه الله

Jumat, 19 Jumadil Awwal 1443 H/ 24 Desember 2021 M

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[rkyunho]

☼ open event: freestyle rap

Yunho had been on his way to the convenience store after scouring the ads for possible jobs. It had been a tiring day but he still felt pretty good. He was missing his time at the university, learning all the different techniques really made his heart sing, even if his life had been little more than study, work, and sleep. He hadn’t expected to be stopped on the street by a fellow university student and asked to perform a freestyle rap in front of a rolling camera. At first he felt a wave of apprehension wash over him as he hurriedly fixed his hair and adjusted his circular glasses but the other’s insistence that it didn’t matter what he rapped about—it could be anything—eased his mind and he soon began to cast around for a topic.

Work, work, every day work Corporate business, self-owned interests Societal expectation and pressures, in this world there’s no time for leisure It’s just work, work, work to make ends meet Work until you drop, work until you’re beat, work until you can’t stand on your own two feet

Perhaps being a cog in the machine of society was getting to him, but it was the first thing to roll off the tip of his tongue. And he did feel a bit better after getting that off his chest, but he was still going in for his shift or he’d not be able to pay rent. Or worse, food.