#what better way to do both than something that could ‘prove’ they got married

[buildoblivion]

*sits bolt upright in bed* what if howland reed has lyanna’s wedding cloak

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Your husband John Price (Scenario)

Here's to all of the Price lovers out there, Gaz version will be out soon :3

ꕥ HOPE YOU ENJOY! ���

Thinking about what John Price would be as your husband;

Your husband John Price who shows his care through a protective manner most of the time. He's the type of man to place a hand on a sharp corner of the table or countertop so that you wouldn't hit your head when you get back up from picking something up from underneath it. Same goes for you getting into cars. He'd open doors for you and place a hand over your head so you don't hit it whenever you'd get into a vehicle.

Your husband John Price who is so domestic and loves classic romantic things like cooking breakfast for each other or making each other coffee, moving around the furniture in the living room so he could have more space to dance and sing with you while playing some old love song. (AHEM "Can't Help Falling In Love" by Elvis or Haley Reinhart)

Your husband John Price whose love language is definitely acts of service, you name it, he's doing it. All the gnarly tasks around your home, he'd do for you.

Your husband John Price who is a sucker for forehead kisses, doesn't matter who gives and receives. Something about them is just so romantic and domestic, he's always first to initiate because him giving you those kisses mean more to him than just proving to you he loves you. When he kisses you, he means it, you are under his protection and his care, he wants you to know that he can provide for you.

Your husband John Price who wants nothing more than to be home with you, you in his arms, he couldn't possibly ask for anything more or think of anything that could be better.

Your husband John Price who has a breeding kink is very much fond of the idea of hearing the pitter-patter and thumping of his children's feet on the house floors, their little voices filling your home with much more love than ever. Those same little children with their currently high pitched voices, asking his approval on everything.

"Dad, look!"

"It looks great sweetheart, go show your momma and see what she thinks"

*Cue your little one almost stumbling on their own feet because they were so excited to show you something*

Your husband John Price who was very much against the idea of getting pets but now the thing love him more than you even if you were the one who got it in the first place. You'd find them both coddled and napping on the couch and sneakily take pictures.

Your husband John Price who is absolutely addicted to the way you sound and tone of voice when you call out his name. Unless when he's in trouble, you break out the full name shit in such a condescending tone too. If it's the just the way you normally say it then it takes him a little time to process it because how could he not be absentminded when you say his voice in such a sweet way.

"John.."

"..."

"John Pri-"

"Yes love..?"

Your husband John Price who slowly notices himself gain weight throughout your relationship with him, even more so when you two got married yet he took it seemed that he liked it that way and you loved seeing him with a dad bod.

Simon Ghost Riley Version :3

[superhero--imagines]

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A/N: I don’t think the poll is over yet, but this one was very clearly going to have the highest percentage, I’ll do the “maybe if we were closer in age” one later though!

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Bruce slumps in his chair, a longing glance spared to the decanter on the bookshelf.

He closes his eyes and wills away the craving. It’s always ten times worse when he wakes up the next day, and he can’t afford feeling worse at this point in his life.

Wasn’t it just yesterday he was twenty years old and he could spend all night playing Bruce Wayne’s party boy image, and be up in three hours feeling none the worse for wear. Now even after nine hours of solid sleep, he wakes up sluggish with an ache in his bones.

I have to be strong.

“Why did you keep her away from us?”

“Who?” he asks absentmindedly, his entire focus still on the brandy.

“(Y/N).” It’s the last name he expected to hear, especially from his oldest son. He looks up, hoping he’s misheard, but the look in Dick’s eyes proves him wrong.

Looks like I’m going to need that drink after all.

He reaches for the decanter, two crystal glasses retrieved from his desk drawer instinctually, glittering on his desk.

“Why are you bringing this up now?” He stalls by taking a sip, feigning casual, like the mention of your name alone didn’t set his heart racing.

“Don’t play this game with me Bruce,” Dick sounds more sad than angry, and it softens him. “Why didn’t you let us see her?”

“It’s complicated.”

“Then start untangling it for me.”

Bruce sighs, taking another sip of his father’s brandy. There’s a million reasons he could tell his son, none of which would be lies entirely, but softer than the truth.

But when he looks up into Dick’s eyes, he can’t bring himself to say any of them. Armed with nothing but liquor at the bottom of his cup, for the first time in four years, after dodging this question from reporters and acclaimed journalists and new paramours, he finally tells the truth.

“Because I didn’t want her to see you.”

A simple, ugly truth. He doesn’t bother looking up to see his sons reaction, he already knows a kind boy like Dick, a boy who’s fully believed his entire life that good prevails, won’t be able to process that his father did something like this. He makes better use of his time by refilling his glass.

Dick slumps in the chair by the time he’s polishing off his second peg, and pouring in his third.

“You did it to punish her?” He can see anger begin to replace shock, and he doesn’t blame him for it, but Bruce is angry enough at himself for the both of them.

“I wanted her to forget we ever existed.” This truth is as kind as it is ugly, and the nuance confuses Bruce even now. But three glasses of brandy affect him in a way that makes his tongue feel lighter and his mind feel free.

“I wanted to give her a potato sack full of money and jewels, and send her far away where no one knew who she was. I wanted her to meet a good partner, someone who would always put her first, and if they decided to extend their family I wanted her to be able to move on without feeling like she left anyone behind.”

“So you wanted her to have a great life, far away from you, and you never wanted to hear anything about it,” Dick’s voice is cold.

Bruce shakes his head. He wanted to hear everything about your new life. What kind of partner you picked. How you spent your days. When you got married. When you had your first child. When you had your second. Everything. And on bad days, he’d close his eyes and let himself imagine it was him standing next to you, that in some alternate universe he made a single different decision that gave him permission to deserve you.

“I was just tired of hurting her,” when you came in to his life, for the first time, he felt like he’s been allowed to have something of his own. Not as Batman, protecting to the city, or Bruce Wayne the mask he carried, but him as a man. But he could never seem to return the reverie you extended to him.

“Do you think she’d ever be able to move on, to live even a semblance of a normal life, if all of you were showing up at her house all bruised and beaten?”

Dick stays quiet now, and Bruce hates himself for having to say it out loud. His son may be an adult in the eyes of the law, but some parts of him are still childlike. After all, Bruce isn’t the only one putting Gotham first.

“I wouldn’t call the way she’s living now normal.” Dick’s been to your penthouse, he’s seen the photo albums full of tabloid clippings and the rare pictures he and his extended family post on social media. He’s seen the journal you keep, hidden on your bookshelf that he mistook for a regular novel during his bi-weekly trips to your place, full of notes on every article and picture and what might be happening behind the scenes to prompt a public appearance like that. Years of deductions and question he could have answered with a single text message a month, but Bruce wouldn’t even allow that.

Dick’s anger grows.

If Bruce had told him he did it to punish you, he’d be angry, but he would understand. Sometimes when you love someone that much, someone who’s too good for you, you grasp at any way to keep them. But this is a million times worse than that.

“If you loved her that much why’d you even let her go?”

Again, another question he wasn’t expecting. Maybe it’s the alcohol, but he doesn’t feel the sharp sting of surprise this time.

“Because sometimes love isn’t enough.”

Dick leaves. Bruce pours another glass, and when he’s sure he’s alone he pulls out his wallet, tugging out the family photo he keeps tucked beneath his black card, turning it over to see your portrait taped on the other side.

The corner of his mouth quirks up.

It was from when you’d both just gotten married, before you were used to upper class etiquette. You complained all morning about having to get ready and wear a bunch of expensive uncomfortable clothes designers had sent in for the article in the Gotham Times, emphasizing how ridiculous opulence like this was when there were so many bigger issues in Gotham.

He’d bought out every copy of the magazine in the city. He still had most of them, tucked away in a box in his closet that became the casket for your relationships. Every now and then he’ll unearth it, just to allow himself to be haunted again by your memory.

But for tonight, just your picture and a glass of brandy is enough.

“You’re so much better at this than I am.”

[ja3hwa]

♡ 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟗: 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 [𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫] - 𝐂.𝐒 ♡

My Everything

【Synopsis】 : Rain was pouring, and your heart was aching. You didn't care what the villagers nor that priest thought about him. You loved him, and you were going to prove it.

『Word count』 : 2.14k

-> Genre: Smut. Fantasy. Demon Au

Paring: Gargoyle!San x Human!Reader

[Warnings] : Public sex [in a garden] sex in the rain. Oral [both receiving] fingering, clit play. Cum play-ish. Making out. Swearing. Pet names. Fake names. Demonic and religious concepts. Dirty talk. Cemie pie. Squirting.

Note : The long awaited demon San is here. I'll be honest I was so busy i didn't get time to write this fic, and when Kinktober rolled around, i thought it was what better time than now. So thank you, everyone from this poll for everyone picking San for this concept.

This story is my own flare of the original creators' webcomic. So the lore, characters, and other story design have been tweaked and changed to fit what i wanted to write. Make sure to check out the original author of this wild story.

I want to thank the original creator of this amazing universe and beautiful character's, @ilustrariane . Please check out their work! It's to die for. You can get there full 18+ E-book and its argh my happy place. ♡♡♡

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You ran faster than your legs could carry you, nearly slipping over even bend and turn you took. The pouring rain had soaked your tunic and all of your undergarments. Your shoes were also squelching with every stomp your feet did. You were in a panic, frantically praying that he would be alright. The priest of your village warned you―more like threatened you―about involving yourself with the devil as he put it. ‘Those beasts are not to be trusted. They are demons in disguise. Filth. Inhuman.’

You obviously ignored the old man, having no time with such lies. That beast was the most kindest creature you know. He was more caring than any human you've ever met. He understood you, heard you, got to know you. Everyone in the village only looked at you as the witch's daughter, the spawn of the devil herself. You were nothing and the only way to be something was to submit. Be one with god, marry the priest and prove you were devoted to the lord.

“Sun! Sun where are you!!” You called in the blistering winds, repeating the fake name he gave you when you first met. You see, he was in fact a demon, just like the priest had screamed at you, but he was more. He was a gargoyle, one of Lilith's children, trapped, bound to the ruined castle just beyond the village. One of the priests from the before had managed to get his real name and trap him with a blood curse, locking him to only do the bidding of the said man. But now that Sun was alone, he had no way to break the curse, living the rest of the days in the place he called home, imprisoned by sunlight. You had climbed stairs and rock structures to get up to one of the garden points in the castle, seeing where your lover usually lays, under a concrete arch, empty and bare. Where was he?

You called again but this time your voice got caught in your throat as a giant rumble crashed down to the earth's core. Sun’s wings were spread wide, having landed only mere meters from you. His huge form was hunched over, his palms spread out on the wet pavement. He had tears in his cold eyes. “I told you to never come back! Why do you not listen.” his voice bellowed around you into the forestry beyond, having enough power to shake the trees.

“I can’t leave you Sun. Please.” Your tears were covered by the heavy rain pour, your hair sticking to your red puffy face. You couldn’t just forget about him, not now that he had tainted you. He was yours and you, his. And you were going to fight for it, until your last breath.”Look at me!”

Your yelp got the demon's attention, making him stand at all his height. His fanged mouth growled, annoyed but also riddled with guilt. He would never thought the night he had with you was a mistake. Frankly, it was one, if not the best moment in his lifetime. But he needed to keep his distance from you. He needed you safe. Protected, alive. And he was something that was unable to do so. He was filth. A demon. You are this light. Innocent human. He shouldn’t, he can’t be the one that taints such a delicate flower. “Darling, please. I… I can’t.”

You stomped over to his form pushing on his strong broad chest. He fell with little effort landing on the wet concrete, soaking the fabric that wrapped around his waist. He could have held his ground not letting you move his large body with such ease, but he didn’t want to. He needed you close no matter how hard his mind was fighting him. You wasting no time in locking your lips against his. If talking wasn’t going to work then you were going to show him that he was meant for you. You needed him like the air you breathe and he wasn’t about to make the choice to die and leave you alone on this earth without you trying your best to stop him.

“Don’t leave me.” You whispered against his lips, feeling his long demonic tongue slip into your mouth. You moaned climbing the creature so your legs dangled over each of his crossed thighs. His hand, the same width as your waist, held tightly on your hip while the other cupped your face, holding you firmly in place. His tongue abused your own for a moment, basking in the rain now only lightly pouring. His nose brushed against yours, lips moving from yours, to your jaw, and then to your collarbone.

“I’ll never leave you my flower. I promise. I’m sorry.” His voice was raw, filled with pain and sorrow. He would never want you to fear such a thing but in toe, had made the fear brew from his outburst. You slide down off his lap falling in between his thighs. Your fingers quickly fumble with his cloth before tugging his growing cock free. The cold rain pouring down made the demon hiss, but your warm hands made his mind spin. Your fingers could barely wrap around the almost hardened cock. Now looking at him probably you now wonder how it even fitted in you in the first place. Your mouth took his tip, jaw aching at the sheer size of him. but you bushed forwards sucking on him making him groan, dipping his head backwards. Your mouth felt amazing even if you couldn’t take him whole. Your whimpers and gags vibrated on his cock in the perfect way and your harsh grip was sending him over the edge. “fuck, if you keep going I’m gonna cum down that pretty throat of yours.”

His growl went straight to your pussy, making you try and take more of him in your mouth, letting saliva drip down your chin, soaking his cock along with his precum. You used one hand to continue stroking him while you used another to slip under your soaked dress, pressing your fingers firmly on your clit. Your moans were the perfect missing piece to send him over the edge, emptying his hot seed down your throat. “Fuck!!” his hand that held your face snaked and tighten in your hair, holding your still as he jerked his hips slightly. You pulled away making some of his juices squirt out on your face.

God, was it a sight to see.

Your wide eyes looking at him with nothing but devotion while covered in his cum.  How did he ever get so lucky finding you in such a cruel dark world? He sat up quickly, ripping all the fabric on your body, throwing the drenched tattered material somewhere across the garden. His huge hands gripped our thighs tugging you up until you sat on his chest, feeling some of your juices leak out onto his scarred body. You felt embarrassed, but your lover couldn’t think about anything in that moment other than having your pussy over his face. So with his insane strength, he lauds you forward, letting your cunt meet his lips. He pushed you down light so your body could lay on top of his while on your back. Tilting your face to the right you see his hardening cock twitch. His long demonic tongue licked a strip up your slit making your whole body visibly shivers. Your nails digging into his hips trying to hold onto any part of his giant frame. “Ffffucckk please!”

His tongue enters you, fucking you slowly as one of his hands lays flat on your tummy pushing pressure onto your body and making your toes curl. His other hand that still gripped tightly on your inner thigh opens slightly so his large thumb could reach your clit, pressing harshly on your nub. He could eat you for hours and never get tired of the way your body moves, the way it responds to every touch he gives or the way you moan and whimper his name over and over again. It was like an angel singing. Elegant, perfect and pure

“Hmm come.” His voice was almost not audible as he kept eating you like a starved beast making the vibrations hit just the right spot to send you reeling over the edge. He gave you no time to relax after your high though as your demonic lover picked you up with no effort at all and bend you over the concrete statue seat that he would sit at for centuries waiting for freedom. All your clothing had been ripped and torn away at this point leaving you completely baring in the cold dark night. The rain had not stopped but only got lighter for a moment before pouring some more. You would surely get sick after this encounter if you were not to leave at this moment. But neither of you made an effort to find shelter or privacy. No, he needed you now just as much as you to him. “Deep breaths Darling.”

His deep grumble was almost lost under the loud blanket of rain echoing in the night. But luckily you hear him, taking a deep breath, steadying yourself on the rock. The tip of his cock rubbed against your soaked folds, before inching in slowly. The burn was pleasurable but still painful. But you couldn’t care at this moment. Another inch went in and the demon had to pace himself, screaming over and over in his mind not to just snap his hips, making you take his cock in one quick swoop. No, he needed patience, even though he was no patient creature. But he managed to find some, only for you. Once he was able to completely bottoming you out. You were both a panting and moaning mess. Your whines didn’t stop as he started to buck his hips in and out. In and out. Testing the waters, seeing what you could handle. And once he saw a green light, his grip on your hips tightened as he began to ruthlessly fuck you against the rough concrete.

Your screams caught the breeze, shattering through the heavy sound of rain. He had turned you around in one single movement need to to feel your body close to his. Your legs couldn’t even wrap fully around your lovers huge waist as he continued fuck you hard and quick.

“Fuck Darling. You feel so good. So tight. Taking my monster cock in such a small body. Good girl.” he snapped his hips with every word. “My. Good. Girl.”

It didn’t take you long for your band in your tummy to tighten. You were so close to the edge and you needed just a little extra. Just a little more. And The demon seemed to read your body like his favourite book, pinching your clit with his large fingers you whaled his name squirting all over his cock. “PLease fuck argh. Your cock is so good. Fuckkk.”

He growled like an animal, latching his sharp teeth on your soft shoulder, wrapping his muscular arms around your tiny human frame. He picked you up, fucking upwards in a new angle. Your body was like a rag doll, letting him fuck you in any position he seemed fit.  His wings caged you, almost like he was protecting you while he also ruining you.

For a beast that seemed to only want to fuck, he cared so much about you. Without him ever saying it, he knew you were the love of his life and he was willing to die for you. Heck, he had already killed for you. And he could kill again if you asked. No matter what the code says about demons hurting humans. He would gladly serve an eternal sentence if it means hurting the ones who hurt you first.

“I’m gonna cum in this ruined cunt of you. Hmm, baby. You gonna take this demon seed?”

“Yes, yes. Please. Give it to me.” and with your soft submissive cries he came deep in your cunt. Filling your full. His come mixed with yours, spilling down his legs, before washing away on the wet floor. His cock slipped out of you but he did not let you down. No, he opened his wings and took off towards the castle without another world. He held you tightly as you watched the garden where he had just defiled you disappear into your view. He was taking you back to his den. The home he had to made for himself. Away from any human or beast's eye.

Were he could tend to you and make sure you were okay and possibly―Most definitely―fuck you some more.

-♥︎

[secretidentie]

movies that should be superbat fics

Inspired by the first full superbat fic I've ever read The Proposal by @blackbatofel

How to loose a guy in 10 day: Clark needs to write a story to break into the main stream so people will pay attention to his more important work and after hearing Cat grant talk about her love life he decides to write about all the ways you can drive a man away in ten days. Bruce Wayne is trying to adopt Dick and sign a deal for WE and both those things require him to prove he can commit to something and be a family man so he bets he can make someone fall in love with him in 10 days

The other woman: Bruce Wayne is dating lex Luther for PR reasons. Clark is dating lex for investigation reasons. When Clark finds out online that lex has a boyfriend he's furious about the infidelity and immediately tells Bruce. Bruce, thinking Clark is a heartbroken mistress, suggests working together to get revenge. Clark, wanting to comfort Bruce through his breakup, agrees to said revenge. Shenanigans insues.

The hangover: batman, superman and green lantern are assigned to a mission in Vegas. They complete it easily and to celebrate lantern convince them to get drinks together even though the other two don't get along. When Bruce and Clark(who isn't supposed to be able to get drunk) wake up the next morning they don't know where they are, somethings wrong with Clark's powers, Hal's ring is in the bathroom sink, he's no where to be found and apparently the two of them got married last night. They have to figure out what happened and where Hal is before the next JL debrief otherwise they'll have to admit to Diana and the whole team that they fucked up a simple mission by getting shit faced on the job and Bruce would rather die than let that happen.

The holiday: when Bruce realizes he's either dumped, adopted or detested everyone in Gotham he's yearning for a change of scenery. He gets into contact with an old friend, lois lane, who's recently devorced but is still living with her ex husband. After finding out that she shares his desire for something different they decided to swap homes for a few weeks where they can both work remotely to experience life across the pond.

Titanic: a young Bruce engaged to Talia goes on a yacht cruise with the league of assassin's on the unsinkable ship designed by lex Luther by combining metals like lead with alien tech. Uncoincidentally Clark sneeks on the ship to investing in for kryptonite and criminal activities but ends up finding love as well.( Does this mean Clark has to die? Probably, but it's worth it for the plot. And Clark's sacrifice and worldview could be what inspired Bruce to quit the league and become batman)

You before me: After Bruce is horribly injured on the field he has to prematurely hand over the mantel of batman. Since his kids have done a good job at filling in for him, Bruce feels like he's lost his purpose. Alfred decides to hire Clark kent, an aspiring journalist from Smallville, as Bruce's caregiver so he can show Bruce a better outlook on life and hopefully convince him to reconsider ending his life(y'all know I had to even out the death score)

Bring it on: Bruce Wayne, owner of the daily planet, prides himself on the fact that his paper was the most awarded publication for the past 3 years. While gearing up for the 4th his new hire, lois lane reveals to him that his recently retired chef editor has been stealing stories from a smaller independent paper. That paper has been gaining traction this year and is being nominated for the same awards as them, including a pulitzer. After the owner of the rival paper, Clark, doesn't accept his apology or financial help, Bruce strives for justice and wants to make it right. During this he starts admiring Clark's work and starts falling from him. Clark,reluctant to let his guard down and be too trusting again, says he doesn't want pity from a billionaire pushing Bruce to do everything he can to turn his staff into award winners.... or atleast decent writers.(I clearly have no idea how journalism awards work)

[cosmerelists]

Top 10 Ways Shallan & Adolin might ask Kaladin out

[Previously--Shallan/Kaladin, Kaladin/Adolin, Shallan/Jasnah]

Sanderson has said that Shallan & Adolin would probably both be up for adding Kaladin to their relationship. So let’s say that Shallan & Adolin talked it over and decided that they wanted to jointly date Kaladin. Let’s rank the ways they might approach asking Kaladin out!

#10: Write a very persuasive letter 

This one was Shallan’s idea!

Shallan: This worked when I needed to convince Jasnah to take me on as a ward!

Shallan: We can point out how well the three of us would get on, how happy we’d all be, etc, etc.

Shallan: Logic! And Romance!

Adolin: Shallan...my love...he can’t read.

Adolin: Who’s going to read him that letter??

Shallan: We could...have Renarin scrawl vaguely foreboding glyphs on the wall? About, uh, dating us?

Adolin: Let’s keep brainstorming!

#9: Put the idea in his head right before he leaves for Shinovar

After all, Kaladin often needs time to mull things over for an entire book before he can make a decision. So why not ask at a time when he’ll be guaranteed to have the time and space to decide for himself?

Kaladin: Hey, Szeth, do you think it’s possible to love multiple people at once and by loved by them in turn?

Kaladin: It just feels like that’s too much good, you know?

Kaladin: Things that are too good haven’t lasted in my life.

Kaladin: But maybe it will be different, this time?

Szeth: I hear nothing but screams when I close my eyes.

Kaladin: Does your, uh, sword have any ideas?

#8: Nonstop flirting

This is how Adolin got all of his relationships before Shallan. It’s kinda a solid standby for him. But would it work on Kaladin...?

Shallan: Nice boots. Love to see them on my floor.

Kaladin: D-Don’t steal my boots again!

Adolin: Hey Kaladin, maybe you’d like to use your power to stick me somewhere. Like the bed?

Kaladin: That’s really more Lopen’s thing, but he likes walls.

Kaladin: ...

Kaladin: Wait, are you guys flirting with me?

Adolin: Have been for months, thanks for noticing.

#7: Go through Syl

Perhaps they could try talking to Syl first, to get her on their side. A nice, friendly entity to subtly introduce the idea of a throuple to Kaladin.

Syl: So you know how I’m articulate, beautiful, and perfect, right?

Kaladin: Uh, sure, Syl.

Syl: Well *I* just learned something that will blow your mind! Did you know that you can date two people AT ONCE?!

Kaladin: I can barely date one person at a time.

Syl: Yes, but what if they were both WAY better at dating than you?

Syl: And what if you already liked them both?

Syl: And if they allied with me, proving that they are also super smart?

Shallan (quietly, from a distance): We asked her to be subtle, right?

Adolin: Wait, wait, I want to see where this is going!

#6: Let him overhear

Sometimes Kaladin has trouble processing new & unexpected ideas, like retiring from a job that has left him barely functional or the idea that his men might one day get married. So perhaps Shallan and Adolin could “accidentally” let him overhear their plans, allowing him to learn the information in a nonthreatening manner!

Shallan: I am so happy with you, Adolin. But I do wonder if our relationship could become even richer, if it could evolve in a way that only makes us both even happier.

Adolin (immediately forgetting his lines) Y-Yes! We SHOULD date Kaladin!

Shallan: ...

Shallan: Well I suppose that works.

#5: More subtly introduce him to the idea first 

Or perhaps even the "let him ‘accidentally’ overhear” plan would be too much for Kaladin’s nerves. Perhaps it would be even better to let Kaladin get used to the idea of throuples in general first, and THEN suggest the specifics. And maybe Bridge 4 could help!

Sigzil: You know, there are cultures in which romantic relationships involve three people rather than two.

Kaladin: Huh!

Sigzil: Interesting, right?

Kaladin: Yeah, I guess so.

Sigzil (quietly): Mission accomplished. 

Kaladin: What was that?

Sigzil: N-Nothing!

#4: Just go on dates with him until he figures it out

Kaladin is a man of action. Perhaps Shallan & Adolin can just keep asking him to join them for dinner until he figures it out.

Adolin: Hey, dinner with me and Shallan tonight? My treat!

Kaladin: A-Again?! Aren’t you two tired of me being the third wheel?

Shallan: You know, three wheels are actually way more stable than two.

Kaladin: Yeah, fine, but we’re talking about dating, not, like, carts or whatever.

Shallan: ...

Adolin: ...

Kaladin: So...aren’t you two tired of me interrupting your dates?

Adolin: We were so close!

Kaladin: What?

Adolin: What?

#3: Something Dramatic

As we know, Kaladin is a Dramatic Lad. So what better way to ask him out than to do so in the most dramatic fashion possible? 

Adolin: So first we get him to fly up in the air, right? And he’ll look down to see Gallant marching at the head of a column of fully armored soldiers who will move around to spell out the glyphs for “Romance” and “Love.”

Shallan: Yes! And that’s when the chorus of women will start to sing the love song I had commissioned!

Adolin: It can’t possibly fail!

Shallan: He’s kinda afraid of horses, though.

Adolin: Yeah, maybe we’ll leave Gallant at home.

#2: Wait for a near-death experience

After all, Kaladin bonded with Shallan (and developed a bit of a crush) when they were trapped in the caverns during a highstorm. He bonded with Adolin when the two of them barely survived a fight against four shardbearers. So perhaps near-death experiences are just the most romantic time!

Kaladin: OH STORMFATHER THE THUNDERCLASTS ARE CRUSHING EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE WE LOVE

Adolin: Soooo Kaladin, are you bisexual?

Shallan: And/or biromantic?

Kaladin: [screaming]

Shallan (muttering): I knew we should have gone with the ominous glyphs. 

#1: Just ask

Or, well, I suppose they could simply try asking him out directly. 

Adolin: You know, Kaladin, Shallan and I both love you deeply.

Shallan: Would you like to go out--with both of us?

Adolin: Like on a romantic, three-person date?

Shallan: Perhaps multiple times over the long-term until we all see if we like it?

Kaladin: ...

Kaladin: Well...I guess we could...try it?

Shallan & Adolin: [openly weeping and cheering]

Kaladin: ...Has this been weighing on you for a while, then?

[yowyowyaoi]

*Tobirama having dinner with Hashirama and Madara*

Hashirama: Not to brag, but, I think my cooking’s getting better all the time! 

Madara: We’re 30 minutes into this meal and I have yet to be hit with debilitating stomach cramps, so, I suppose I’d agree.

Tobirama, quietly: Very good, elder brother.

Hashirama: Oh; smells like my dessert is about finished! You two keep eating while I go tend to it! *gets up and leaves*

Tobirama, softly, to Madara: Did you tell him — ?

Madara: No. Does he know how you got that black eye?

Tobirama: I told him I tripped over a rock in the dark. *touches his face* Hurts like a son of a bitch.

Madara: I won’t apologize, because I think you deserved it. Senju or not, I would have had the same reaction if I had walked in on anybody kissing my baby brother the way you were.

Tobirama: I see your position, Madara. But you never even asked me mine. I know you don’t like to hear such things, but, I’m in love with Izuna. And perhaps we shouldn’t have been sneaking around behind your back all this time, but —

Madara: No, you shouldn’t have been. It’s not just a matter of him being my brother; I am the Uchiha clan elder. All matters of … of courtship, need to go through me. It’s tradition, and a matter of respect. Or maybe courtship isn’t what you had in mind. Maybe you’re just after my brother to satisfy your physical needs.

Tobirama: That’s not it, at all. I am very much in love with that man. I want to make him my husband some day. And if groveling to you is what I need to do, to help that happen …

Tobirama: *leaves his place at the table and crawls on his knees to Madara, bowing when he gets to him*

Tobirama: Please, I beg of you; allow me to enter into courtship with Izuna Uchiha, according to the customs of your clan.

Madara: Well …

Hashirama, coming into the room with a large cake: Just say Yes, Madara. End this nonsense between you two. It’s bad enough you hurt his face like that.

Madara: Wait … you knew that was me?

Hashirama: Of course I did. Tobirama senses everything, all the time. There’s no feasible way he’d “trip over a rock” and fall in the dark. And then I saw Izuna a few days ago in the village, and he was acting so shy and nervous … not to mention when I invited him for dinner tonight, and told him you both would be here, he all but panicked. So I put two and two together.

Madara: Your brother says he wants to marry Izuna some day. Honestly, truthfully; do you feel like he’d make a good husband?

Hashirana: Mmm; difficult to say, really. I’ve known Tobi my whole life, after all. He can be really stubborn sometimes, and when he gets wrapped up in writing or inventing new jutsus, he can go silent for days. But I also know your brother brings something out of him that I’ve never seen before. Izuna makes him smile, and laugh, and just enjoy life more. I don’t doubt that he loves him, and I think, I know, that he’d be the best husband possible for him. He —

Madara, gruffly: Alright, Hashi … you needn’t get so emotional about it. A simple “yes” would have sufficient. 

Tobirama: Indeed, big brother. Most unbefitting behavior for a Hokage.

Hashirama, blushing: You two are certainly rude. But is the matter settled then? Can I send for Izuna to come eat this cake with us, so we can celebrate?

Madara, sighing: Very well. I suppose … I suppose Izuna could do worse than Tobirama. But Senju, you can’t just jump to proposing to him. You have to take him on a series of dates, some with Uchiha clan members as guardians, some with Senju as guardians, and sometimes both. If both clans find your behavior and your union to be acceptable after an appropriate period of time, THEN you can ask him for his hand. *sticks out his own hand* Agreed?

Tobirama: *shakes Madara’s hand* Agreed.

Madara: Good. Now that that’s settled: feed me.

Tobirama: Excuse me?

Madara: Mm? Didn’t you say you’d do anything to be able to court my brother? Well, here’s your chance to prove it. Feed me, and then when Izuna gets here, you’ll let him sit on your back, like a chair. And afterwards you’re going to carry the both of us back home. Clan tradition, you understand.

Madara: Also, you better learn how to bake, and fast. See this cake? Izuna will eat more than half of this if he’s not stopped. If you marry him, he’ll expect something sweet like this every day for the rest of your lives. And if you bake something he doesn’t like — *pulls off his glove, revealing a series of bite marks on his hand* Lets just say he’s not too forgiving.

Tobirama:

Tobirama: What have I gotten myself into?

[notelcol]

Loss.

TW: murder, death

A tragic Wriothesley story.

Mildly edited, apologies for mistakes🫶

——-

You had been married to Wriothesley for quite some time. You both met in the Fortress when you were serving time. When Wriothesley decided to take over administration and become the Duke, you thought he was mad. But as your sentence drew closer to an end, the more you didn’t want to leave. He truly was making the Fortress a better place, and anywhere he was, was where you wanted to be. So when the time came, you decided to stay down in the Fortress with him. You took a job in the cafeteria and the two of you began your new life together with the promise of forever. For years the Fortress of Meropide ran in perfect harmony; or at least as close to that as a prison could get. But that all changed when a new group of inmates arrived. Usually people are quite rowdy and aggressive when they first arrive, but they soon settle down once they get into a routine and learn that this place was safe. This group however, seemed to escalate every day. It began as simple peacocking, trying to prove they weren’t to be messed with. But by the end of their first month the were mugging other inmates for coupons and leaving them in the infirmary for days. The ring leader was a man called Jon, he was particularly angry at the world and unfortunately a very large, strong man. Recently there had been a rumour that he was planning something against Wriothesley in an attempt to take over the prison. The very idea put a chill up your spine.

You had just finished clearing up after the cafeterias closing time at lights out. You made sure to lock up all the utensils and cutlery, as per your safety mandate, before heading off to have tea with your husband in his office. The Fortress was quiet and dark, your footsteps echoing through the expanse. It was always eerie at lights out. You stood in the elevator waiting for the door to close, when you heard heavy hurried footsteps racing towards you. The door started to close but they managed to bust in at the last second. You let out a scream, their dramatic entrance gave you quite the shock.

“Which way is this elevator set to go?!” The lady grabbed your shoulders as she frantically shouted. You recognised her as Lourvine, one of Wriothesley’s researchers.

“Down.” You answered her slowly while trying to take a step back from her. “I’m on my way to the Duke’s office.” Your words caused Lourvine to curse before pressing the ‘shut down’ button on the elevator.

“Hey!” You furrowed your brows. “What are you doing?!” You looked at her incredulously.

“You are in danger.” The serious look on her face made you afraid. You nodded for her to continue.

“Jon and his men are waiting for you down there. I expect they have a few men at the entrance above too, just in case.” You took in her words carefully and swallowed nervously before speaking.

“So what do you propose we do?” You asked her, hoping she had an idea. But instead of confidently laying out a plan, she sighed and admitted the worst.

“I don’t know. I had planned to catch you before you got on and hide you somewhere…now my only plan is to stay in the elevator until the Duke gets concerned and comes looking.” Lourvine suddenly looked less serious and more like the terrified young woman that she was.

You had been sitting in the shut down elevator for a few minutes, each second felt more excruciating than the last. You and Lourvine sat in silence, the only sound was two thumping hearts. That was when the clanging began. It started quietly, in the distance, but it seemed to get closer and louder until it became a thump on the roof of the elevator. You looked to Lourvine, both your eyes shook in fear. Then the roof panel was removed and the perpetrator dropped in. You prayed to every archon that it was Wriothesley. But the moment you saw the scuffed brown shoes you knew your hoped were dashed. The sneering face of Jon made you and Lourvine jump to your feet. She immediately pushed you behind her and your eyes began to well up. Not because you were terrified, which you were, but because of how Lourvine was so loyal to you and your husband that she would put her life on the line to keep you safe.

“I’ve been waiting for you. You’re certainly a slippery aren’t you.” He looked past Lourvine and straight into your eyes.

“I won’t let you hurt her!” She was determined to keep you alive.

“Now, now little bird. Get out of my way or I’ll have to clip your wings.” He spoke venomously. Lourvine stood her ground and did not even flinch when he stroked her cheek. You knew she was scared, you could feel her shaking violently as she held you behind her. Jon sighed before pulling out a gun. Where did he get that?! You barely had time to process before the shot rang out and Lourvine dropped like a sack of sunsettias. Horror filled your face as you fell to her side. Jon didn’t give you the chance to comfort her in her final moments, instead he grabbed your hair and pulled you up to him and away from her. He grinned at you and held the gun to your head. You closed your eyes and thought of your life. You always imagined you would die of old age, hand in hand with Wriothesley. Your future was being stolen from you. No more late night teas gossiping about the inmates. No more watching him and Sigewinne’s beautiful friendship. No more anything. Your spiralling thoughts were interrupted by another thud on the elevator roof.

“Get away from her.” The familiar voice of your husband relaxed you a minuscule amount. You used Jons momentary distraction to duck your head away from the gun and try to get closer to Wriothesley. BANG! Another shot rang out, but you reached Wriothesley’s arms so that didn’t matter to you. He pushed you behind him, making you think of Lourvine. Your heart cracked a little more as you thought of her bravery tonight. The pain almost felt real. Wait. It was real. You were bleeding. You looked at the back of Wriothesley’s head, wanting to take in his silhouette one last time. He was arguing with Jon, but their words had little sound as you dropped to the ground. Your husband gasped and instantly crouched to hold your face, the other taking your hand. As much as you wanted to spend your last breath holding his hand, your dropped it to shakily point behind him. Jon was smiling maniacally, pointing the gun at Wriothesley. It was muffled but you could hear him shouting at the Duke to face him. A growl left your husband as he slowly turned around. The rage of losing a dear and loyal friend, and possibly his beloved wife started to take over. The corners of your vision began to fade as you watched Wriothesley grab Jons shooting arm. You were happy to spend your last moments looking at your love. You imagined him holding you close to his chest like you knew in your heart he wished he could do. The struggle in front of became a dark blur as you closed your eyes, fading away to the sound of a final shot

When you awoke, it was cold. You squinted at the bright lights of the infirmary. Sigewinne was instantly at your side, leaving you wondering why your husband wasn’t the one greeting you. You shot up, resulting in your would feeling like it was going to tear open. Sigewinne gently shushed your groans and helped you lay back down.

“It’s okay. You’re safe now.” Her voice could always soothe you. Once your pain had subsided you nervously asked her the burning question.

“Where is Wriothesley?” You watched as Sigewinne’s gaze moved to the floor.

“The Duke…he was supposed to wait for Clorinde to come back him up. But he couldn’t wait for her. By the time she arrived….” Sigewinne stopped. She needed to collect herself before continuing. “When Clorinde arrived, she got there too late. Lourvine was dead, you were unconscious and Wriothesley was taking on Jon alone.” Sigewinne’s eyes returned to your own. “Her entry into the elevator caused Jon to panic and shoot. Wriothesley…is dead.” And just like that, you wished you had never woken up.

——-

Thank you for reading 🌹

[alittlebitofloveliness]

More Random Shepard Headcanons

-Tim’s biggest fear is losing either of his younger siblings. Partially because he’s done enough raising hem that they’re basically his kids, but also because he knows that Angela would go properly insane and lose her mind completely if something ever happened to Curly (and vice versa)

-Angela kind of loves when she gets a sore throat since her voice gets all sultry and husky like Sylvia’s

-Curly and Angela had a phase where they just…tortured bugs for no reason other than curiosity and it sketched out a lot of members of the Shepard gang (Tim was unphased). Just imagine these two tiny kids with big blue eyes coaxing a bunch of beetles into one of their mom’s empty liquor bottles and then dropping in a lit match ‘just to see what they would do’

-The twins used to fight each other at home but tag team fights at school. Angela would tackle a kid and hold their shoulders down while Curly made them eat dirt

-Tim’s a great liar but Curly and Angela always know when he’s not telling the truth. He doesn’t have a physical tell, they just know. It’s not very helpful in the long run anyway since they’ve never figured out a way to get Tim to tell them anything he doesn’t want to

-Curly was absolutely that kid who cut his own hair the first time he was given safety scissors in first grade, and Tim was HORRIFIED, not because he’d cut a chunk out or because it looked lowkey terrible but because no brother of his was gonna look like a soc

-Tim kind of hated Darry Curtis in high school, but after he saw how Darry stepped up to look after his siblings when the Curtis parents died, he gained a newfound respect for him. He even offered Darry to do some deals for him to earn extra money but Darry (obviously) declined

-Angela is the only person who knows Curly is smarter than people give him credit for because she’s the only one who can tell that he often plays dumb to get out of trouble

-Both Angela and Curly can cook decently well because before they were old enough to use the stove Tim cooked every night and the only things he knows how to make half decently are beans and rice, or eggs. They got tired of his cooking after a while but never ever complained because sometimes there were days where they didn’t have any food at all, and boring food is better than no food, always.

-All three of them get into screaming matches with their mother, but Angela is by far the most vicious and the only one who ever resorts to physical violence

-The first time Tim was sent to reform school was when one of their mom’s boyfriends made a lewd comment about a then eight year old Angela and Tim beat him almost to death

-Curly has had a weird fascination with Ponyboy Curtis ever since kindergarten and neither Angela nor Tim ever really understood why. However, neither of them were particularly surprised years later when Curly and Ponyboy started dating

-Angela has always been jealous of the Curtis’ and because of this she’s kind of always hated them, though she hates Sodapop a bit less since she finds his friend Steve really fucking funny. 

-Tim will sometimes get Sylvia to nudge Angela towards a party while he causally brings up Ponyboy’s name to Curly so the twins will both inevitably be gone for a few hours. That way he and Sylvia can hang out without the twins around arguing for once 

-When Angela was little she used to eavesdrop by staying quiet and hiding under the kitchen table

-Curly is REALLY good at forging signatures. He signed every single one of his and Angela’s report cards and failed tests growing up

-Sylvia answers the phone if the school ever calls asking to speak to the Shepard’s mother. In return, Tim pretended to be her husband so she could open a bank account for herself. They got Curly to forge them a half decent marriage certificate though they both agreed they’d have been better off without it if they’d known ahead of time how many jokes about ‘proving themselves the old married couple everyone suspected them to be’ Curly was gonna make 

-Curly talks in his sleep, Tim never makes a sound, and Angela snores

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.187 Passing the keys

That night, I went back to the rental website to fill the vacancy because it didn't make sense to wait. The house had been sitting all this time, waiting to generate income for us, and it was past time I did something about it. I decided to rent to the older gentlemen, but his application was no longer available. I was kind of bummed because I had already formed a picture in my mind of what he would be like based on the information he shared on the application, and now I'd have to start over. The plus side is that I found a young family like I originally wanted, so I accepted their application right away. In the morning, I got a notification saying they had moved in already, so I went over there after breakfast to introduce myself and get to know them. The application stated they were a married couple with twin infants. The house wasn't exactly setup for two babies, but they can make it work.

As I approached the door, I overheard them arguing, and my whole body tensed up. They reminded me of Mama's friends, who stayed with us and argued literally day and night. I hope to the Watcher these two are not like that. I pressed my ear to the door to see if I could get an idea of what the issue was. It turns out the woman was flustered because she saw a lost dog who needed help but ignored it. She felt guilty about it and wanted to go back and find the dog, but the husband didn't get it. He was very dismissive and said dogs get lost all the time and it was none of her business if someone can't keep track of their animal. Oh boy. This better not be a bad omen. I knocked, hoping to interrupt him berating her, and they let me in. Owen and Jilliana Sage are their names. Owen works at a store and seemed to have a good sense of humor, so maybe he's not so bad. Jilliana is more serious and super smart. She works at the space center, but I don't remember what she said she does there.

She tried to introduce me to the babies, Xavier and Zahava, but they both started screaming because Owen had the TV way too loud. Xavier calmed down enough to let me hold him, though. He was so tiny and made me miss Desiree at that age. I didn't intend to spend the day with them, and they clearly had things to do, so I told them to call me if they needed anything and made my exit.

I had to pass by Chi Chi's house on the way back home, so I stopped by to tell her we were moving to Gibbs Gardens soon. She was bummed about not being around the corner from us anymore, but relieved we weren't leaving the city. Behind her eyes, however, there seemed to be more than just disappointment at losing her favorite neighbor. I asked if something was wrong, and in Chi Chi-like fashion, I got way more than I bargained for.

As she began this tale, my initial reaction was to beat myself up again about not being a good friend because the details of her story started a while ago. But I stopped those thoughts before my brain ran away with them. We all have super busy lives. No one has time to be involved at such a granular level anymore, and no one is expecting us to know everything. I am a good friend, and I don't have to know every detail to prove it. Come to think about it, my friends—minus Dub—know less about me than I know about them. Needless, I'm done with stressing myself about this.

Chi Chi's woes began with her birthday a few weeks back. Like many women her age (especially when they are as fine as she is), she didn't handle the adult birthday well. Of course, she knew her body would change, but like me, seeing it hit differently. Between that and the little lines creeping from the corners of her eyes and across her forehead, she's feeling frumpy. I almost laughed. She is still one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. Frumpy where?? She would turn heads wearing a paper bag. I bet she could gain 300 pounds, shave off her hair, and still have a trail of thirsty men following her everywhere. Still, if the aging stuff was the only thing she had to deal with, she would be fine in time. The problem is all her other worries reinforce the aging issues, and she is struggling. The short version of the story is her life has not turned out how she imagined. She once told me she wanted to remarry and have more kids, but all the dates she's been on led nowhere. Now, as an adult, she's thinking about giving up on that dream, especially when she's about to be a grandmother! Karmine, her daughter, is grown grown now. She moved her boyfriend into the house without even discussing it. Then, she got pregnant and moved out, so Chi Chi is all alone in the house with nothing but these crushing thoughts to keep her company, and she's not doing that great.

I had no idea if it would help, but I decided to share my midlife crisis story. It felt wrong at first because I never told Sophia I was struggling, but if Chi Chi can walk away feeling better, the discomfort will be worth it. Even though her story is different, I identified with everything she said because I realized life rarely turns out exactly how we plan. The reason is because we never factor in trouble or change. Our plans are always perfect and positive. When change and trouble comes, we feel out of control, like our world is falling apart. But the world isn't falling apart. It's the same as it always was. We just haven't taken off our rose-colored glasses yet.

I told Chi Chi everything would be okay, and she should look at it from a positive perspective. Because she's not starting a new family, and is an empty nester, she's got so much extra time to do all those bucket list things she's been looking forward to. And since she won't have any young children to raise, she has time to time to be super grandma and help her daughter through those oh so difficult first two stages. She's still really young and can reinvent herself if she wanted. And when love finally finds her again, and I believe it will, it will be all about them with no one else coming between them. They'll grow old together and be annoyingly in love.

Like I said, I have no clue if my little pep talk helped, but at least I left her smiling. Kinda like grieving, she'll find her way to accepting her new normal, and when she does, she'll appreciate the picture I painted for her.

[gayoung-lover]

baby, you drive me crazy ๋࣭⭑ chocol

your relationship with gayoung is a secret, given that she happened to be your best friend's ex-girlfriend—sometimes, something that's wrong feels better, doesn't it?

| cw: suggestive, reader is a bad friend LOL | wc: 1.5 k 🫶 | things in italics are flashbacks!! | also, this is inspired by 'que onda' by fuerza regida, i don't like corridos, but the lyrics are sooooo good 😭

Adrenaline coursed through your veins every time you went on a date with Gayoung—a forbidden thrill. Bada trusted you, and you, in return, exploited it. She was well aware of Gayoung's feelings for you, pleading with you—her best friend—not to get involved with her. Despite her pleas, there you were, seated in her black luxury car, on the way to her apartment. 

Bada was consistently curious about the mysterious girl featured in your Instagram stories. You shared photos where only her hands were visible or showing the expensive gifts she got you—however, there was a noticeable absence of her face or any identifiable details. Each time Bada asked, you only said you wanted to keep it a secret, fueling her suspicions that you might be involved with someone with a girlfriend or, worse, married. Despite her attempts to discuss it with you, you only insisted that this girl preferred a private life.

She wanted to taste me—so I satisfied her craving.

Initially, Gayoung was upfront about her desire—a one-night stand. She confessed through a simple text message that whenever she went to your and Bada's apartment, she only thought of you—craving to kiss, touch, and hold you. Drawn to her attractiveness, you complied. 

gayoung: I know this might be weird and you might hate me or whatever because I broke up with Bada, but I wanted to be honest about something. [1:03 a.m]

y/n: huh? what? [1:05 a.m]

gayoung: Every time I went to Bada's place, I couldn't take my eyes off you. 

gayoung: You're such a gorgeous girl, you're like a pretty doll. 

gayoung: And fuckkk… I just wanted to kiss your pretty lips so badly, to wrap my arms around you, to make you feel good. [1:07 a.m]

y/n: are you drunk? or are you actually being honest? [1:08 a.m]

gayoung: Might be a bit drunk but, do you want me to prove it, princess? [1:08 a.m]

y/n: gayoung don't call me princess fuckk

y/n: this feels so wrong… bada's going to hate me

y/n but, how can you prove it? [1:09 a.m]

However, what started as just a one-time thing transformed into something monthly, then a weekly occurrence, and eventually, a daily routine.  The dynamics shifted beyond physical intimacy; it evolved into something deeper. Now, you spend more time with her than in your apartment, and the relationship has transcended the purely sexual—both of you already have said, 'I love you.'

How about we both turn off our phones at night?

Bada's constant concern for your well-being led her to suggest downloading an app that allows you to share your locations. While this was a safety measure, it suddenly became inconvenient for you, especially when you were at Gayoung's apartment. Initially, you tried turning off your location or even your phone, but Bada quickly received notifications about it, prompting questions you did not want to answer. 

bada <3:  why is your location off?

bada <3: is everything okay?

bada <3: do you need something? [11:43 p.m]

y/n: my battery is dying and if i turn off my location it lasts longer

y/n: i’m still at the club, dw bada :) [11:45 p.m]

However, you devised a workaround by turning off your mobile data. This move guaranteed that your location remained fixed at the last place you connected to the internet. So, when you were at a restaurant or a bar on your way to Gayoung's place, turning off your data made it appear as if you were somewhere else if Bada happened to check.

Do your make-up again, so she doesn't find out what we did.

Gayoung stocked her apartment with everything you could need for touch-ups—makeup, hair products, and perfume. That way, you could maintain an impeccable appearance when you went to your apartment, concealing any signs that you did something with someone. Despite you insisting on bringing your own makeup, Gayoung insisted on spoiling you.

"Baby, go ahead and choose whatever you like." Gayoung smiled at you as you walked through the makeup store. "Anything, okay?" She emphasized.

"But, the stuff I like tends to be expensive." You casually grabbed a liquid lipstick and a face powder from the display. "This should do; I just need to touch up my lipstick and powder."

You placed them in the basket, and Gayoung let out a sigh. "I said, pick whatever you want. Price doesn't matter."

Surprised, you looked at her and hesitated. "I don't want you spending a fortune on me-"

She cut you off, raising an eyebrow. "Princess, grab whatever you want. Let me spoil you."

Baby, delete those photos that we took yesterday.

You and Gayoung always took photos together—where you could clearly see who she was, although these photos never made it to any social media posts. You were her muse, her precious girl, and whether it was at the club, having dinner, or at her apartment, she could not resist taking pictures of you. At times, these photos would be too risqué—like right now.

"That's perfect, doll." Gayoung murmured as you struck a pose, reclining on her bed. "Fuck, you're stunning, you know that?"

"I'm aware." You smiled at Gayoung's camera. "You're the one who makes me feel pretty."

Shifting positions, you rested your stomach on her bed, tilting your head slightly while adjusting your hair. "I'm glad I'm the only one who gets to see you like this." She said—her voice low and husky. 

Your eyes, your skin.

Unable to resist any longer, Gayoung approached you, gently cupping your face as you sat on the bed, and she stood up. With doe-like eyes, you gazed up at her—the innocence reflected in them driving Gayoung wild. She kissed your forehead, her lips lingering there for a few seconds.

"Do you know how much I love you?" Gayoung's forehead now rested against yours.

"I do." You replied. "I love you too, Gayoung."

"But not as much as I do." She lowered her face, bringing her lips close to your ear, her breath brushing against your skin. "I love everything about you. I don't even know why I was with Bada when I could have been with you from the start, doll." She chuckled dryly.

While another best friend might have killed her for saying those words, you blushed hearing Gayoung say them. "Oh, really? Tell me what you love about me."

Turning her head to the left, she kissed your cheek. "Your eyes, your skin, your personality, your beautiful body." Gayoung listed. Lifting her face, she looked down at you, placing her thumb over your lips, prompting them to part. "But your lips are my favorite thing about you."

Drawing closer, your lips brushed against each other—you smiled against her lips. "Gayoung-"

She silenced you by pressing her lips against yours, your hands instinctively locking behind her neck, pulling her even closer to your body.

What’s going on?

While you and Gayoung kissed, your phone incessantly rang, prompting a frustrated sigh against her lips. "What the fuck? Who's calling me?" You rolled your eyes.

Gayoung patted your back. "What if it's something important, doll?"

"Yeah, you're right." You admitted, reaching for your phone only to discover 15+ missed calls from Bada. "It's Bada."

She raised her eyebrows. "What does she want?"

You called her back, concerned that it might be an emergency, but she did not answer. "She won't pick up, fuck..." You muttered.

"Do you want to go back to your apartment?" Gayoung asked, holding your hand trying to calm you.

Attempting to call Bada once more, you nodded. "Yes." You whispered, but just as you were about to get up from the bed, your phone vibrated with a text from Bada.

Answer her messages, tell her what's up.

bada <3: what the fuck is this y/n

bada <3: bada <3 sent a photo [10:56 p.m]

Attached to the message was a screenshot of your exact location, and it dawned on you that you had forgotten to turn off your mobile data. The undeniable realization that you fucked up hit you—you showed your phone to Gayoung, who responded with a crooked smile, chuckling at the situation.

“I guess one day she had to find out.” She said and you nodded.

bada <3: all this time you had been dating the person “who liked living their life privately” you’ve been fucking my ex? 

bada <3: i can’t believe i trusted you wtf, i don’t want your shit in the apartment, come pick it up tomorrow when i’m not around

bada <3: hope you have fun ig don’t even think about apologizing or anything i fucking hate you [10:59 p.m]

Gayoung took your phone from your hands, opening the option to send a video. "Come here, princess."

Your eyes widened in surprise, but you followed her instructions, moving closer even though she was recording. Holding the phone just right to capture you kissing, Gayoung separated, smirking at the camera before sending the video to Bada.

"That should tell her what's up." She said, winking at you.

[intuitively-her]

What will your sex life with your future spouse be like? 18+

Pile 1-(Judgement, Page of wands, 4 of wands, 5 of cups rx, Death, The Devil rx, 2 of cups, 4 of swords, Ace of swords, 6 of wands)

There will be lots of body worship! Your person will love to eat you out. They will love to serve you in any way they can. It's giving me soft dom energy tbh. This person is gonna introduce you to a whole new side of sex. They've probably got some crazy kinks.🤭 I keep getting something about bdsm and role play with outfits. Your person will love for you to dance for them. You know exactly how to tease. You're gonna bring a lot out of each other in this connection. Both inside and outside the bedroom. The sex will be very healing. I keep getting that it will be "out of this world." It will be unlike anything you've ever experienced. Y'all will learn a lot about yourselves in this connection. You guys will bring out a lot of confidence in each other. Most importantly, you two will give each other security and make one another feel safe. This person wants to be a provider for you.

Pile 2-(The Empress, The Hermit rx, 2 of wands, The Hanged Man rx, Queen of swords rx, 6 of swords rx, The Sun, Knight of wands, Knight of pentacles)

Your person will definitely be into taking pictures/videos during sex. For some of you, this will be a same-sex connection. This person really wants to savor the moment with you. They're going to pull you out of your comfort zone and help you not take things so seriously. This connection will bring out your softer side. You're gonna do a lot of risky things with this person. They may be into ropes and chains in the bedroom. This person will really love to spank you. They'll especially love watching you ride them in reverse cowgirl. There's a high chance you could get pregnant, so be careful if that's not what you want. Your person has a very free spirit and they will help to bring out yours as well. This connection will bring in so much healing for you both. You two will motivate each other to do better. This person is literally your other half. Like 2 peas in a pod.

Pile 3-(The Chariot, 8 of cups, 9 of swords, 9 of wands, 7 of wands, The Fool, 10 of cups, Temperance, 9 of pentacles, The Magician, 5 of swords rx)

This could be someone that you're currently dealing with who's long distance. Your person may be a different race/culture than you. This person fantasizes about you two moving away together and experiencing life with one another. They will go to great lengths to prove their love to you. They want this connection to be "end all be all". Your person is really into the idea of public sex as well. They want others to know that you are theirs and vice versa. They would love for you to tease them in public. This person could be an artist. You are their muse. I get the vibe that this person wants to live in a secluded area with you. Kinda like those "cottage core" homes. Your person wants that whole fairy tale love story with you. They just want to get married and run away.

Pile 4-(The Hierophant, 2 of pentacles rx, 6 of pentacles, Queen of wands rx, 3 of pentacles rx, 10 of pentacles, Ace of pentacles, Strength, Page of swords rx, The High Priestess, The Tower)

This may be a connection where you're being paid to perform some type of sexual favors. Idk I keep getting something about sex work. This person will definitely be into ass play and using sex toys on you. They want to see exactly what makes you tick. This person wants you to be their sex slave. Honestly, I'm not sure if this person has your best interest. I feel like this connection is all about control to this person. Like they can have you whenever they feel like it and also do what they want. It's possible that this person may even be married or have a family. I just feel like there would be a lot of imbalance in the connection. Like you would see them as an actual lover, while they see you as nothing more than a trophy. I'm sorry if this was harsh pile 4. You really need to watch your back with this one.

[theoldpersonliveshere]

"Happiness is a butterfly // Try to catch it like every night // It escapes from my hands into moonlight"

Ever since her mother died, Fen felt like she was never meant to be happy. She always felt alone even when she was surrounded by people.

“You will always have a place here.” Rhaenrya had told her when her mother died.

“You'll need to make yourself useful now that we're housing you. It would be a shame if we'd have to send you away.” Daemon said in contrast. Fen had tried not to think about the implications of what he said. She did not want to be sent to live with strangers. Her father was a shadow she only met once and she didn't even know her mother's family.

So she set herself to work, trying to show her worth. In the years that passed she would never be seen idling.

“The sweet girl does not know how to stop.” Rhaenyra would say. “Darling, you should take a break and rest.”

“That's alright, my lady, I like keeping busy,” Fen would say as she was mending a shirt while watching Joffrey.

The only peace she would find was spending time with Jacaerys. They understood each other. They were both trying to prove themselves. Jace would vent his frustrations to her and she would do her best to advise him. She would never tell him her worries. No, that was not her place. She didn't want to add to his burdens.

As they matured, a hope dwelled in the back of Fen’s mind that Jace would ask his mother to let the two of them marry, but she knew that was impossible. He would be king one day and Daemon and Rhaenys were already starting to push him towards Baela. She was a better match for him. Not some strange looking maid who could barely see.

Her speculation was confirmed at the Driftmark trial when it was announced that Jace and Baela were to be betrothed. Fen felt her heart wrench inside her chest and held back her reaction. She stayed silent and looked at Jace, he seemed pleased with the match. She couldn't blame him, Baela was stunning and seemed to be the perfect queen. She was still heartbroken though. When the trial was over Fen tried to go back to her room but Rhaenyra stopped her.

“Fen, would you like to join us for dinner?” she asked with a kind smile.

“Oh, no thank you, my lady, I wouldn't want to impose and I don't have anything to wear to a banquet. I'll just eat with the children.” Fen said, bowing her head.

Rhaenyra put a hand on her cheek,

“Nonsense, you're one of us and you will eat with us. I'll have a servant look in storage to find you a dress.”

When Fen arrived at the dinner, a few of the men took notice of her. The dress she was lent had been lower cut than what she was used to and had been laced tightly which showed off her bosom more. She didn't know how to feel about the attention and just rushed to her seat. She had been seated between Jace and Prince Aegon and Aegon was being his usual self.

“Lady Fen, when did you get tits?” Aegon had inquired, laughing as Fen turned red and Jace glared at him.

“Oh, like you haven't noticed. You've been staring at them half the night!” he retorted as Jace fumed. Aemond looked at them curiously during the dinner and seemed to be planning something.

Throughout the night many toasts were made including one where Helaena basically said that Aegon was neglecting her which got Jace's attention. When the music started he promptly stood up and asked Helaena to dance. Fen sighed, knowing that he was just doing it to get back at Aegon for his comments. She and Baela exchanged a look.

“Congratulations on your betrothal, Lady Baela,” Fen said politely. Baela looked surprised by her words but smiled appreciatively.

“Thank you, you look lovely in that dress by the way, the colour suits you,” she said. Fen was about to answer when Aemond approached her.

“Dance with me,” he said bluntly.

“Oh, uh no th-” Fen was immediately cut off.

“That was not a question,” he said. Fen relented and took his hand, leaving Aegon with Baela. Aegon looked at Baela tentatively.

“So do you want to…”

“No.”

“Okay.”

As they reached the dancefloor it felt like Aemond was pulling her so they were closer to Jace and Helaena. Jace looked annoyed at Aemond but continued dancing.

Fen tried to think of something to say to Aemond as they danced

“I saw you training earlier, you were very good.”

Aemond didn't answer.

“On Dragonstone, Joffrey has just started learning to swordfight. He's still a novice but he should reach the level of his brothers.”

Aemond smirked. “Yes, I'm sure they're very strong fighters,” he said, emphasizing the word strong.

Suddenly Jace stopped dancing.

“I dare you to say that again.”

“Why? It was only a compliment.” Aemond had the look of a wild animal in his eye. “Do you not think yourself strong?”

Jace was done, he punched Aemond in the jaw. It had little effect and he was pushed to the floor. A couple of guards had to hold him back so he didn't attack Aemond again. Rhaenyra told everyone to go to their rooms and Fen rushed out and ran down the hall.

“Fen wait!” Jace called after her.

“Why did you do that?” she cried out. “Are you trying to start a war?”

Jace stepped back a bit, surprised by her outburst

“He insulted me.”

“He was baiting you. He just wanted an excuse to fight you.”

“I know, it's just he was dancing with you and you're wearing that dress and…” he trailed off.

Fen looked worried.

“And what?” she asked softly.

“I don't want to marry Baela.“ he burst out. “I want to marry you!”

“You can't, you know you can't.” she turned to walk away but he grabbed her.

“Please, wait.” he looked through his pockets desperately. “My mother gave me this. I want you to have it.” he held out a ring with a black stone. “Please.”

“Jace… I can't- you-”

“No! Just take it!” he took her hand and put it on her finger. “See? It's perfect for you.”

Fen looked at the ring and smiled a little. It was pretty-

“You need to marry Baela! She's supposed to be your queen!”

“No, wait, please. I love you and I want to marry you.” he had her face in his hands. “Please. I've never wanted anyone but you.”

They looked at each other for a moment and he kissed her. Fen kissed him back but then started to think about what would happen if it were to continue and quickly pushed him away.

“I'm sorry, I can't.”

She took the ring off and handed it back to him.

“But-”

“Go back to your betrothed”

He looked at her forlornly and then walked away.

No, Fen was never meant to be happy.

@hotd-bigbang

[beanghostprincess]

I know we absolutely adore Sanji and Usopp being dramatic and all over the top, and it's just painfully obvious that if they got married they'd be all dramatic too. But-- After WCI, I think Sanji would have this thing with weddings,, He still likes them, of course. He wants to get married. Usopp was even concerned at first and wondered if he'd say no after what he had gone through, but he didn't. He said yes right away.

But,,, It's kind of like he forces himself to make it big and spectacular when there's no need to do it? Let me explain- Sanji tries hard to make the perfect, huge, wedding worthy of his dear sniper, or so he says. But he doesn't look too happy about it just- Stressed. More stressed than usual. He doesn't even look like he enjoys wedding stuff as much as he used to a few years ago (before WCI). Like they bring him back bad memories. So of course, Usopp has to confront him about it because there is no way he's going to let his boyfriend do that to himself.

Usopp asks him to tell him the truth about how he's feeling about all of this, and after insisting for a while, Sanji says:

"But it is supposed to be a grand gesture, right? It is supposed to be the day we show our love to the rest of the world and- And it has to be big. You deserve it, love. A grand gesture and- And I can't even choose the shitty flowers because my mind instantly fucking goes to that day and- I'm sorry. I'll just- I'll do better-"

"I don't need you to do better, Sanji. You're already doing so much. Too much, actually. We're doing this for us both, not for me only. And especially not for the rest of the world. I don't even like to be the center of attention for long! I know I say I do but my hands get all sweaty and I start shaking like a damn flan! You could make me sign a piece of paper right now that says we're married and then give me some cake and I'd be the happiest man in the world. So don't,,, Don't go through this for me just because you think I want to. You don't need to prove your love to me if it makes you suffer along the way. I already know how you feel."

"You mean it? Because I seriously don't know what flowers to choose and it's. Fucking killing me."

"I like daisies but- But that is not the point. I don't care, Sanji. Just- Breathe and. And we will figure something out, okay?"

So then you have two of the most dramatic men in the world getting married in the simplest of places (their ship) with only a bit of decoration (that Chopper, Nami, and Robin helped with), music provided by Brook, rings made by Franky, and the whole thing being officiated (of course) by Luffy. So it is not that big or spectacular or whatever. It isn't even long and they quickly wrap it up so they can go have the feast Sanji makes (which is actually the one thing he was excited about).

[schrijverr]

I Didn’t Mean to Say I Do, but I Do. I Do. 13

Chapter 13 out of 50

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

In this chapter, Eddie gets job offers from multiple houses, including the 118. He really wants to take it, however, discussing it with Buck reveals that the 118 doesn’t know he’s married. The reality that the offer will likely be taken away if they know, makes the two of them come up with a scheme. It’s the start of a lie that snowballs into something much bigger.

On AO3.

Ships: Buddie (slow burn)

Warnings: implied ableism, emotionally abusive parents, internalized misogyny, internalized homophobia, insecurity

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Chapter 13: The Job Offer

Both of them working is fucking hard. Right now Eddie still has regular hours, but he is done later than Chris is done with school. So, they’ve had to rely on Pepa picking him up on her lunch hour to drive him to Abuela, even Buck had claimed a minor personal emergency to tend to once or twice to step in when she couldn’t.

He isn’t sure what the talk behind his back is about why he is more stressed and what his emergency could be and he doesn’t care. He is just trying to make it through this, find a new rhythm that works for all of them. It’s only a matter of time, he tries to tell himself though that doesn’t always help during the dark nights when insecurities eat at him.

Eddie isn’t doing much better, every day his mom’s words ring through his ears: ‘Come on, do not drag Chris down with you, because you are too stubborn.’

‘Do not drag Chris down with you, because you are too stubborn.’

‘Do not drag Chris down with you.’

Fuck, he hates that they’ve implanted that idea in his brain, that he can’t just write it off and forget about it. That it feels like a condemnation as much as a challenge. That he wants to prove them wrong so bad, but sometimes it feels like he’ll never be able to and he’ll have to return to Texas, embarrassed and humiliated.

However, despite all their fears, it is working. They’re making it. Buck’s rigorous meal prepping is paying off, making them more relaxed and enabling them to keep up with chores. It’s not too different from when they were both working in El Paso, they just have to get back into the groove again. With the way they seamlessly formed a team the first time around, it isn’t that hard.

And Eddie is glad that it’s working out, because he loves firefighting. The physicality of it is nice, as is the camaraderie, even in the academy, plus he’s good at it. Buck keeps asking him what scores he’s getting, cocky if he’d done better and playfully sour if he didn’t. It’s fun.

He’s flying through the academy with good results, great ones even. And the end of his training is close enough that he’s getting job offers.

One of those offers is from one Captain Robert Nash of the 118.

That’s Buck’s house, Eddie recognizes the name and number easily. Buck is proud of the people he serves with and speaks highly of Bobby. He’s heard nothing but great things about everyone there and it sounds like a great place to work.

It would make him less anxious to go in knowing everyone a bit already and having a person there he knows he can work well with. He isn’t the most social, so it’ll be a nice in.

However, he probably should decline, or ask if there’s a position in the B shift he can work instead, so he can still also work at the 118 and have some of those knowing people benefits. With two people taking care of Chris is already much easier than it would have been if he were to have done this alone. If he works B shift, they’d be on opposite schedules, much like that first year taking care of Chris together.

Working B shift is the smartest thing to do. Then they can almost always be sure that the other is there to drive Chris where he needs to go, help him with homework and feed him. It’s the whole reason they got married in the first place.

But… But then there is the note that goes with the offer. The note that says that Bobby has been looking for a partner for his most recent probie who is now almost full fledged firefighter, who is a bit reckless and needs someone to balance him out and have his back, instead of working together with floaters or B shift taking an extra shift, and that he thinks Eddie will be a good fit.

And Eddie finds himself agreeing with that and wanting to take it, wanting to be the one that backs up Buck and keeps him out of danger, ensuring that he’ll come home.

He knows Buck can be stubborn when he thinks he’s right and prone to jumping in head first without thinking things through. It’s probably how he ended up raising Chris with Eddie, because he’s too kind and he’d do anything to help a stranger. It’s one of the things Eddie appreciates so much about him, but Bobby describes it as being reckless in the field. Eddie can’t have Buck be reckless.

It is purely selfish, but Eddie wants Buck to stay around, to be his friend, his co-parent… his husband. He needs Buck to come home to him, he’s too reliant on the man – loathe he is to admit he relies on anyone – and if he’s out there being reckless, then Eddie wants to make sure Buck doesn’t get himself killed for being a dumbass. Keep him safe.

Maybe Bobby thinks that having Eddie there as a reminder that Buck has a family that needs him too will help. They’re not married like that, but maybe Buck didn’t explain well or Bobby didn’t get it or he thinks it works either way.

Eddie isn’t sure, but he knows that even if he won’t work as a reminder, he’s gotten plenty good at working with Buck and keeping him in check. If he can talk him out of a bouncy castle for Chris’s birthday party, he can probably talk him out of doing something stupid or reckless or, god forbid, self sacrificing.

So he desperately wants to take the offered job on the 118 A shift, even if it’s not the smartest choice logistically.

His mind is practically already made up, but he feels like he owes it to his family to consider the other options. The options that would make it easier to schedule everything. Which means he’s on the couch with all the offers he’s been made and going through them carefully.

That is how Buck finds him later when he comes back after a run, which he has been doing more since he decided he wanted to submit for that calender. Eddie has been fondly rolling his eyes about how seriously he’s taking it. But it’s kind of sweet in a dorky way too, he supposes.

Chris is with tía Pepa today, since she told them under no uncertain terms he needed better clothes and she had better taste. Neither of them felt like arguing with her and neither could really afford to say no to free clothes. Chris is growing like a weed.

Buck comes up behind him, leaning over the back of the couch to see what Eddie is looking at. “Oh, wow, you got a lot of offers.”

Eddie tips his head back to look at him, smirking: “You jealous?”

“Uhm, excuse you, I got a lot of offers too,” Buck guffaws, mock offended.

“Sure, you did,” Eddie says playing at patronizing.

“Har, har,” Buck replies, before nodding at all the files and asking: “Have you got your eye on one yet or are you still trying to decide?” He rounds the couch and falls down next to him, eagerly saying: “I’m pretty connected, I can give you house gossip if you want. So you can make a better informed decision of course.”

“Of course,” Eddie snorts. “Actually, I know quite a bit already about the house I’m contemplating the most,” he adds nonchalantly, giving Buck a look.

For a moment, Buck seems confused, then the realization dawns on him and his eyes light up. “Bobby made you an offer?”

“Yeah, apparently he has a stubborn asshole and he needs someone to keep him in check,” Eddie teases him with a nudge.

“Oi, I’m not that bad.”

“Who said I was talking about you.”

Buck is quiet for a second, then says: “Okay, fair enough. But still, I’m sure he didn’t call me a stubborn asshole.”

“Nah, I filled in the blanks,” Eddie says. “He called you a capable yet reckless firefighter, who needs someone to balance him out.”

“See, that’s way nicer.”

“I can be nice.”

“Uh-huh, sure,” Buck grins. “So, are you going to take it?” he asks, sounding both curious as well as excited and nervous at the same time.

“I’m thinking about it, yeah,” Eddie answers honestly. He stares at his hands, suddenly his need to be Buck’s partner in the field feels like an admission, though he doesn’t know of what. “I should probably try to get on the B shift or find another house though, so one of us can be home for Chris. Opposite schedules and all that.”

“Oh, yeah, of course,” Buck agrees, but Eddie thinks he sounds a little sad and wilted.

Eddie’s hands wring together and he still doesn’t meet Buck’s eyes. Quietly he says: “I kinda wanna take it. I mean, if we work the same schedule, then it’s technically only two schedules we need to match. Plus, we already know we work well together, who knows who we’d get stuck with otherwise, you know.”

Buck perks up slightly at that. “Yeah, I think it’ll be fun to work together and I think we can figure it out with Abuela and tía Pepa, but it’s your job, you gotta decide if you want to take it. This is about what you want. I’m in your corner whatever you decide.”

It’s never about what Eddie wants. The sentence feels novel. A weird feeling goes through Eddie and he is embarrassed to realize it’s excitement. He is excited that it’s about what he wants. That is so humiliating. To be excited about that.

Still, Buck is looking at him with that open, honest expression, patiently awaiting Eddie’s decision and he should just take a B shift position or accept another house, but fuck it, he wants to work with Buck. He wants to do this job he loves with people he actually likes. He should be prioritizing Chris, but Buck is right, they’ll figure it out. They’ve been managing thus far, haven’t they?

“I want to take the job,” Eddie decides after a moment. “Someone has to keep you in check, your Captain even said so.”

“He did not.”

“He totally did. Guess, he figured that since I married you, I could make sure you didn’t do something too stupid,” Eddie jokes, before adding thoughtfully: “I never really thought about it, but I assumed there would be a policy against married people working together. But I suppose we’re not together-together, so it probably doesn’t count?”

Idly he looks over at Buck, doing a double take when he watches Buck’s face drop into something vaguely guilty.

“What?”

“Uhm, they- they don’t know I’m married,” Buck answers, rubbing the back of his head. “You don’t legally have to declare marital status, so I didn’t. Then I, uh, just kind of didn’t mention it?”

Eddie blinks a few times, trying to process that. Buck didn’t tell his coworkers he’s married. Bobby offered him this job without knowing Eddie is married to Buck. They’re not together-together, but they’re a unit, legally even! And they don’t know?

“So, you didn’t tell them you were married, but you told them you were co-parenting Chris with someone, right? Maybe even mentioned that someone is me?” Eddie’s voice is a little shrill as he asks that and he doesn’t know why he’s so upset.

“Uh, I- I didn’t mention you or Chris,” Buck says, voice small.

“What?” Eddie feels a little ill all of a sudden. “You spend nearly an entire year with these people and you never once mentioned you had a son? You didn’t mention Chris? Like, at all?”

“It never came up,” Buck shrugs, not meeting his eyes.

It never came up. A year of working with people, who he has gotten very close with, who he talks about a lot, and yet he never mentioned Chris. Or Eddie. He is selfishly upset about that last part, but he doesn’t want to talk about it. He’s not some emotional pussy, who is upset his friend didn’t mention him to his other friends. No, of course not. He’s just angry on Chris’s behalf.

“Really?” he scoffs. “You didn’t mention either of us for a whole year? What? Are you embarrassed of Chris, is that it? Did you not want to share with your coworkers that you had a disabled kid or something?”

“What the fuck, Eddie. Of course not,” Buck swears. “I can’t believe you’d think that of me, I love that kid to death.”

“Yeah and not even mention he exists at work really shows that, huh?”

“You don’t understand.”

“Then make me understand!”

“Chris is yours. Okay? He’s yours. He’ll always be yours first,” Buck yells, flying from the couch to pace as he rants. “He’s your kid and no matter what I do, nothing can change that. One day you’re going to find someone and divorce me and I will lose him forever. And that fucking sucks, okay? And you don’t get that. And when I got here, I thought you’d divorce me the second you got your certifications, so I’m sorry, I didn’t mention the kid I was about to lose to people I just met and then felt too awkward to bring it up, because they’ve built this whole life for me that I don’t have.”

Buck is breathing heavily, standing on the other side of the coffee table as Eddie looks at him with shocked eyes. The fight slowly leaves him and exhaustion creeps in. He rubs a tired hand over his face and sighs.

“You’re a fucking idiot,” is what Eddie says, before his brain catches up. He grimaces and quickly adds: “Sorry, I mean- You’re not gonna lose Chris, Buck. You’re never going to lose him. Not even when we divorce. Chris loves you. You’re his father. I’m not gonna let another parent walk away from him, especially when said parent doesn’t want to go. You’re gonna be in his life forever, man, I’m sorry, but you’re stuck now.”

When he’s done, Buck tears up slightly. Eddie tenses, worrying what he’s done wrong now. He’s bad at talking about emotions, he knows that and Buck was already insecure about it and now he probably made it worse.

Before he can spiral, Buck is back across the room again, pulling Eddie into a tight hug as he whispers a forceful: “Thank you.”

Eddie feels a little overwhelmed and hugs back the best he can, saying: “Of course.”

They stand there for a moment. Eddie is a little wracked by guilt for letting Buck think he’d just take Chris away from him – for practically a year now – so he holds Buck for as long as Buck wants to, pushing away his own twisted feelings that are probably discomfort. He tries not to think about them, because then he’d feel guilty about those feelings too.

After a few minutes, Buck steps back, taking a deep breath, before clearing his throat. “Okay, I’m okay now. I’m normal again.”

Eddie snorts at that, breaking the tension. Curiously he asks: “So, can I know what sort of life they’ve built for you?”

“Uh, they think I still live in a frat house and have hook ups every night,” Buck says sheepishly, making Eddie giggle.

“Oh my god, that is so funny,” Eddie says. “You’re the opposite of a frat bro. Honestly, you’re closer to a house wife than I ever was, even when I was injured and at home.”

“Yeah, I just have a frat boy face and I did have that hook up phase that sadly bled into my professional life for a few weeks there,” Buck says.

“If I take the job and tell them we’re co-parenting Chris, do you think their brains will break?” he asks, shit eating grin.

“Probably,” Buck snorts, before he starts thinking it through: “Though I don’t know if they’d still offer you the job if you tell them that. You do have to sign a relationship disclosure if you start dating a coworker, but they probably assume that that’s a step before marrying someone and that they’ll notice if they hire a married couple.”

Eddie feels something curl in on itself in his chest at the thought of the job offer at the 118 being withdrawn. So, he points out: “But that is about romantic entanglements and we don’t have that, so that doesn’t really apply to us.”

“Yeah, no, it doesn’t,” Buck agrees, waving his hand as to say obviously. “But I don’t know if they’d count it anyway. It has to do with judgment in the field and if you can be impartial. You can still work together, but couples do get separated about it sometimes and they try to avoid it if they can.”

“But you don’t have to disclose marital status,” Eddie checks, a stupid idea forming in his brain.

“No, that is like a personal thing, I think it’s against the law to ask, but I don’t know for sure,” Buck answers.

“So… if I don’t say anything, they wouldn’t know,” Eddie points out slowly, waiting to see if Buck catches on to what he means and what he thinks about it.

“No, I suppose they wo- Oh. Ohhhh,” Buck replies, eyes wide, before a smirk replaces his epiphany face. It’s kind of adorable. How a grown man can look so much like a puppy, Eddie doesn’t know. “You’re proposing a scheme.”

“Well, I wouldn’t call it a scheme per se,” Eddie smirks back playfully, “more like a strategic sharing of information where relevant.”

“It’s totally a scheme.”

“Alright, fine. It can be a scheme.”

“Yes,” Buck fist pumps and Eddie rolls his eyes fondly.

“You’re a dork,” he informs Buck.

“I know,” Buck says happily. “So you’re gonna take the job at the 118? And not tell them we’re married?”

“Yeah, I guess so. It’s the best course of action if I want the job and I kind of like your firehouse, it feels like I know everyone a little bit already.”

Buck nods understanding, he knows Eddie doesn’t like connecting with people and can probably guess why he likes that. Luckily, he also knows that Eddie wouldn’t want him to point it out to him, so he just says: “Our firehouse now.”

It’s sweet and Eddie can’t help but smile broadly at him. Before he says: “Okay, we need to have a plan for this, so we don’t fuck this up and embarrass ourselves. Ideas?”

“I don’t think we should reconfigure everything they know about me. They’re nosy as hell. Like I love them, but they are. They’ll ask a hundred questions and poke around everywhere and you know I’m a horrible liar.”

Eddie nods thoughtfully, then he carefully suggests: “How do you feel about meeting each other for the first time?”

“Like pretend we didn’t know each other before?” Buck checks.

“Uh-huh,” Eddie nods. “I mean, they wouldn’t expect us to and if we know each other they’ll ask why you didn’t mention your friend was doing the academy and it’ll fall apart. Besides, I’m not a sharing guy, I don’t know if I want to mention Chris right out of the gate and be the guy that knocked up his summer fling as a teen.”

“That makes sense,” Buck nods. “But they’ll totally be cool about Chris, I promise. Only Hen has a kid and it’s the kid of her ex that she’s raising with her current wife. They’re not going to be weird about it. But still, your choice.”

“I’ll see. Probably won’t be able to keep it to myself forever, but I want to establish myself a little bit first,” Eddie shrugs and Buck nods. “So, what do you think? About the not knowing each other thing.”

“Sounds like a plan, I’m in,” Buck says, cementing the idea permanently.

It might blow up in their faces one day, but Eddie likes the plan they have. He wants to work with Buck and wants to work at the 118. He already knows the vibes there, he doesn’t want to get stuck with some judgmental asshole or a bigot. Bobby sounds like the best option. Besides, he secretly loved theater when he was in high school. Never auditioned, because that was weird, but delighted in the few detentions he had to serve helping them set up.

So with their minds made up, he calls Bobby to accept his offer for the 118 as he works towards certification and Buck towards the end of his probie year.

With their plan, Chris and Eddie can’t come to his shield ceremony, which Eddie is upset about. He is maybe more upset than Buck, who never counts on anyone being anywhere for him, which only pisses Eddie off more.

They don’t tell Chris about it, not wanting to upset him, but behind Buck’s back, Eddie arranges for Abuela and Pepa to be there. He can miss them at his own graduation to keep up the ruse, he’ll get to have Chris there. And Buck.

Then, before he knows it, his first day is there.

He’s nervous as fuck and a little jittery. He has no clue how this will go and not only is he nervous about fitting in and finding a place with the others, he is also worried about the two of them technically lying to all their coworkers. Not a great start. Maybe they’ll get discovered the first day and that will be super humiliating.

Buck is also anxious, but he hides it better, getting up early to make a big breakfast for all of them to work out the nerves. Then he covers it with jokes. “Come on, Eddie, you have to get going, you don’t want to be late for your first day.”

“You’re not leaving yet and you’re dropping Chris off first, I’m gonna be fine,” Eddie complains. Then he has to make sure: “Right?”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re gonna be fine, but first day early can’t hurt. Now come on, probie, get your ass in gear.”

“We are so not calling me probie,” Eddie threatens. “I’ll make you sleep on the couch.”

“Ha, jokes on you, I have my own bedroom.”

“Yeah, daddy, papi has his own bedroom, why would he sleep on the couch? Are we going to have a sleep over in the living room?” Chris asks innocently.

Buck looks at Eddie, the look on his face asking, ‘yeah, what are you going to say to that?’

“We’re not having a living room sleep over, bud. Not during the school week. Maybe this weekend if you’re good in school,” Eddie says.

“I’m always good in school,” Chris pouts.

“I know, mijo,” Eddie smiles softly.

“Then it’s a guarantee, huh, Superman,” Buck says, ruffling his hair as Chris beams up at him.

Eddie takes the two of them in, before the stress gets to him and he gets up, clearing away their plates, before kissing Chris on the forehead. “You have a good day today, alright? Tía Pepa is picking you up, but we’ll come get you from Abuela’s house, yeah?”

“Okay, daddy. Have a good day.”

“Thank you,” Eddie says, unable to help himself as he plants another kiss on his forehead.

“Now get going,” Buck ushers him away from Chris, otherwise he’ll never leave. “You’re blocking the driveway with your truck and I need to get this monster to pick up on time.”

“I’m not a monster,” Chris protests.

“Oh really, not even a cookie eating monster, huh? Or a tickle monster?” Buck grins, playfully descending onto the giggling seven year old with tickles as he shrieks.

It doesn’t make it any easier to leave and Eddie pauses in the doorway for a bit. When Buck spots him he sighs, grin still in place. “Go, Eddie. Go. And don’t use the q-word.”

Eddie starts moving again, saying: “That’s so stupid, I’m going to say it on purpose now.”

“Don’t you dare, probie.”

“Still not calling me probie.”

“You don’t say the q-word, I don’t call you probie.”

“Okay, okay, deal, I will keep to your silly superstition,” Eddie rolls his eyes, finally managing to get out the house with another goodbye thrown over his shoulder. It’s been a while since he’s been so excited yet terrified of a first day at work, it’s strangely fun to speculate how today will go as he gets into his car and drives off.

~~

A/N:

One of my favorite things about Buck and Eddie is that they are both idiots and encourage each other’s idiot when possible so they can be in cahoots together. I love how fucking stupid they can be lmao, because there is absolutely no reason to do all this

[beauspot]

why can’t black women have a romance holy shit. every person who hates sydcarmy is talking about some “why can’t men and women ever just be friends” like that’s not all we’ve been allocated for decades. i understand that a lot of women particularly 👋🏻 women want stories that don’t revolve around romance, and hey i like those stories too! BUT black women have not had the same oppurtunities to just be love interests in the same way y’all have. We’ve been relocated to undesirable best friend roles or oversexualized booty calls. Y’all swear we have so much representation and yet can only name like 10 shows spanning over DECADES to prove us wrong like if there’s so much romantic content with black women as leads why the fuck are you talking about the flash and the walking dead?

and then we have the marcus and sydney brigade. the ONLY reason y’all want marcus and sydney together is cause they both black, they have zero chemistry. prove to me otherwise, quickly. I understand that people are tired of seeing interracial relationships (which is not really a problem but that’s a post for another day 😒 y’all swear that “the media” is trying to trick black women into marrying out or something stupid like that when we all know black women marry in their race more than any other demographic. imma just say black women should go where they are loved and fuck the noise) but y’all do this with nearly every show. Pairing characters together cause they’re the same race even though they have nothing in common. Nonblack people love doing this which i know why but again not the post.

But what REALLY pisses me off is calling Chefs Kiss a mentor/mentee relationship and then proceeding to ship sydney and MARCUS???

like you can’t be serious. carmy so clearly sees syd as his equal proven by the fact he wants to revamp his BUSINESS, his LIVELIHOOD with her. someone he’s known the least amount of time.

We’ve discussed this before but we know why Jeremy is probably wary about romance because of how hypersexual his previous job was and i get that, but I have yet to see a sydcarmy fan who wants them rawdogging on the kitchen floor. Idk it’s strange the way this show is edited and the music choices, and the script is written if they intended to go no romance for them. I’m really interested to see what their dynamic is like next season if they’re going to change it moving forward to dissuade fans from shipping by separating the two(like stucky vibes) it won’t work but that’ll be very annoying.

The WORST thing the show runners could do is insert a new love interest, that would piss me off to no end and i would stop watching the show. In the latest article they said(writer or show runner don’t remember) they wanted a show with no romance plot so they better fucking stick to it. I don’t want carmy to get to a later season and they’ve introduced a palm colored love interest for him. i swear to god i will turn the show off.

Now I personally will continue to ship them i’ve done so with other ships with far less, but that doesn’t mean i’m not a little annoyed. I hope they stick to their word if that’s the case.

ALSO we need more black women as romantic leads so go read the brown sister novels (chloe brown, dani brown, and eve brown) and hype them up so we can get movies( or in a perfect world a TV SERIES 🤭) based on them

TLDR: it’s dumb to hate sydcarmy cause you personally hate interracial relationships, if they mean no romance they should do no romance, that article was dumb and didn’t need to come out when we’ve already heard from both lead actors they don’t like the ship. we got it the first time. also read the brown sisters and spread the word so we can get a tv show about them thanks.