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fbfh · 8 months

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makey makeover - rodrick x hyperfeminine reader

wc: 1.5k

pairing: rodrick x gn hyperfeminine!reader

warnings: rodrick isn't used to being taken care of but only briefly mentioned at the end, rodrick does not know what hyaluronic acid is

summary: rodrick can never say no to you, but if it means having you straddle his lap while you use all your skincare products on him and listen to music together, he wouldn't want to say no anyway.

song recs: makey makeover - crazy ex girlfriend cast, jesus of suburbia - green day, perfect day - hoku

a/n: I started writing a kids book yesterday?? like I finished the first chapter and outline in one sitting???? it wasn't at all planned but when the muse strikes yk. Anyway I don't think it will take me as long to write so if you wanna read a chapter book about magic and girlhood and unicorns and other mythical creatures with bella sara vibes that's probs gonna be ready reasonably soon lol

tags: @yesv01 @magcon7280 @dustyinkpages @the-snake-pit @kiara7777 @inthehoneymoonwithconnorrk800 @followingthefanfiction @2220825 @Maggzsworld @xiaos_crustytoenails @ionlymadethisaccountbcihadto @strawberryjen124 @Isaentremundos @hxnbah

Rodrick likes to think he's a pretty tough guy. Between being born and raised on the rebellious messages of pop punk music, and the nonconforming ideologies of emo and other alt subcultures, Rodrick knows in his bones that he'll never let the man break his spirit. He'll never bow down to someone just because they want him to do something. He's had countless opportunities to stand by these beliefs at school and at home, and he has never - not once - come close to doing anything for someone simply because they want him to. Rodrick has been confident in his ability to never give into other people’s orders, no matter how much they demand of him.

Until now.

“Pretty please, Roddy…?” You pout your glossy lips at him, blinking up at him and batting your doll like eyelashes, and that’s all it takes to make him fold.

“...I guess, if you really-” He’s cut off by an excited squeal from you, and he’s glad that you’re too distracted to notice him blush. Rodrick has never felt his willpower give in so fast, but as he watches you rush around your room and smile, delighted that he’d agreed, he realizes that he’d do pretty much anything you tell him too. Ben and Chris would call him a pussywhipped simp, but… no, that’s pretty much it. He chuckles a little at the thought, watching the pile of stuff grow. He recognizes nail polish and tweezers, but that’s about it.

“Thank you thank you thank you!” You say, rambling happily as you settle down on your bed across from him. “I’ve been wanting to do self care stuff but I’ve done so many everything showers and self care nights there’s nothing left for me to do on myself. But you…”

You take his face in your manicured hands, moving him around to inspect more closely.

“You are in serious need of a facial.”

Rodrick doesn’t really process what you’re saying, he just loves when you touch his face like that.

“...Uh, yeah totally.” He mutters absentmindedly, distracted by your sweet smell. After a moment, he processes what you said, and chuckles, leaning back into your silky pink pillows. “Babe, you can do anything to me, anywhere, anytime.”

You giggle, feeling your face flush a little as you get all your stuff organized. Rodrick runs his hands up and down your waist, fidgeting with your soft fluffy pajama shorts and big loded diper shirt you wear all the time. He sees the little burn marks and worn out hems and realizes it’s the one you stole from him. He smiles softly, loving the way you look in it even more now. His attention is pulled back to you when you push something over his face, brushing his hair back. You adjust the fluffy cat ears on the headband, making sure you have access to his whole face. Rodrick giggles a little, knowing he must look a little out of place wearing a pierce the veil shirt and fluffy kitty cat headband.

“I don’t think my forehead has been this exposed since like, 4th grade…” he chuckles.

“That’s good, you’ll have less sun damage that way.” You smile, putting some micellar water on a cotton pad. It’s a little cold to the touch, but after a moment, the feeling of you gently wiping over his face and neck ends up being way more relaxing than he had expected it to. You throw it away, and he hears it land in your trash can with a crinkle.

“I’m gonna mist your face now, okay?” You say, and he nods. You spray rose water on his face, and Rodrick can’t get over how considerate you are to give him a heads up like that. Rodrick smiles a little as he adjusts to the subtle floral smelling facial spray he’s used to smelling on you. He basks in the quietness of your room, opening his eyes as he watches you sitting on his stomach and looking for the next product. You hesitate for a moment. You feel like something’s missing, but you can’t put your finger on it.

“Oh,” you say, reaching for your phone as you remember. You open up Spotify, and put your favorite playlist on shuffle - the one you and Roddy share. It’s full of both your favorite songs, mostly boiling down to early 2000’s pop punk and trashy pop. It’s chaotic but really does suit you both perfectly. Rodrick smiles suddenly as he instantly recognizes the opening notes of Jesus of Suburbia begin to play. You take out your favorite serum, jasmine and blackberry hydrating jelly, and place a few drops around his face.

“What’s that one?” Rodrick asks, picking up another bottle.

“Hyaluronic acid.”

Rodrick looks at the little dropper bottle.

“Does it, like, melt the flesh right off your bones?”

“No…?” You chuckle, massaging his cheekbones and jawline with your fingertips.

“Then why is it called hydroponic acid?” He asks rhetorically, “Acid is supposed to melt shit.”

You laugh again, and he makes a mental note to sample your laughter for a song at some point in the future. He doesn’t know which one yet, but he knows it will be his best one yet.

You rub some cooling aloe vera gel into his skin, then take out your rose quartz gua sha stone. You tap your fingertips against his chest, and he looks at you with an amused smile.

“What does that do?”

He watches you work, eyes locked on you. He can’t remember the last time he felt this relaxed and peaceful.

“I’m prepping your lymphatic drainage system.”

That clarified absolutely nothing for Rodrick, but he trusts you implicitly. You’re so good at so many things, but Christ, you could write a book on all that girly beauty stuff. It’s way more hardcore than people think it is. You know about all these acids and drainage systems and the pink rock thing, and even though he’s impressed, he’s not at all surprised by how good you are at all this stuff.

You begin gently gliding your gua sha over Roddy’s skin, working from his forehead down to his neck and jawline. He stops talking as you work, and it’s like you melt all of the stress out of his body through his face. He could fall asleep with you touching him so gently like this. After a while you rub some more cream into his face, then place something under his eyes that feels like thinly sliced jello.

“What the fuck?” He asks, bringing another laugh out of you. He watches you take two more of the weird jelly things and put them under your own eyes.

“They’re under eye masks.” You answer with a chuckle. “They hydrate your skin, depuff, and get rid of dark circles.”

“Huh…” he hums in response, playing with the patches as they sit on his face.

Once you’ve used half your arsenal of skincare products on him, you peel off his sheet mask and let him sit up. You hand him a mirror, and as he sits up and stretches a little, kind of wishing you had more to do, he feels like he just woke up from the best sleep of his life.

“So? What do you think?” You ask excitedly. He can’t help but crack a smile at how cute you are. Rodrick takes the mirror you offer him. When he sees his reflection, he almost doesn’t recognize himself.

“Oh my god…” he says with a soft smile. He’s glowing. He doesn’t think he’s ever looked this soft and moisturized and… cared for before. He doesn’t even have any crusty eyeliner from yesterday smudged around his eyes. He can never get it off all the way, but one wave of your magic wand, and it’s gone. He laughs again, touching his cheek. He looks up at you in surprise.

“My face is so smooth…” “I know!” You exclaim in delight. “So, do you like facials after all?”

You have a feeling you already know the answer, but Rodrick looks up at you anyway.

“Yeah,” he states, pulling you in for a kiss, his lips soft and exfoliated, topped with your favorite strawberry lip balm. You think Rodrick is right, it does taste better in a kiss. After he pulls away, it takes him a minute for his brain to stop short circuiting.

“So… uh, are we doing this again next weekend?”

You laugh at his hopeful tone of voice, how he raises his eyebrows a little.

“Yeah.” You nod, taking him in for another kiss. You take his hands in yours, looking at the stick and poke tattoo he got of the heart you drew on his hand in chemistry class, his little calluses from drumming. “Next week I can do something about your cuticles.”

#rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick #rodrick x reader #rodrick x hyperfeminine reader #hyperfeminine reader #diary of a wimpy kid #diary of a wimpy kid x reader #doawk #doawk x reader #yeah no idea where the book thing came from #i literally wasn't even a horse/unicorn kid growing up #i was more into faries #like i liked the horse girl aesthetic ig but i never really got into it #but it's fun #i almost accidentally named a character after a member of paramore so im glad i caught that lol #stay tuned

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outro-jo · 10 months

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skz w/ a bunny partner

pairing: skz member x reader

type: headcanon… i think

warnings: none it’s fluff

request: yes

notes: requester described a bunny personality type as cute, shy, easily excited, crinkles their nose, etc.

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chan- you are his entire world. you’re so adorable and shy and he’s said many times he would squish you if he could, but he settles for hugging you VERY tightly. chris will purposefully kiss your face at random times because of the way it startles you and how shy you get. the apples of your cheeks burn and you usually hide you face in some way. his personal favorite if when you hide your face in his chest. it’s just so cute. he always says, “awh, naur! i didn’t mean to make you shy!” but he totally did.

lee know- bless him, he tried so hard to keep up his hard, idgaf exterior but the second he’s around you, his whole world gets brighter. his favorite thing is your sweater/jacket paws. you wear everything so large that the sleeves hang over and omg when you start laughing and hide behind your paws. he thought he’d never seen anything so cute in his life. you are his biggest soft spot and he can’t even hide or deny it.

changbin- one thing changbin loves to do is spoil his partner and when it comes to you, he does it every chance he gets. he does it so much with you because of the way you get so excited about things. the first time he brought you a bouquet of flowers he thought he would d!e from the cuteness. ever since he took the time to learn all of your favorite things so he can buy things relating to them just to see the way your face lights up or the way you bounce up and down excitedly.

hyunjin- the first time you ever crinkled your nose around him, he genuinely thought he would have a heart attack from the cuteness overload. it’s a habit you’ve done for as long as you could remember and you hardly even thought about it but apparently your boyfriend thought it was adorable. he was lucky enough to catch it in a photo once and it’s been his lockscreen ever since.

han- jisung has never been more protective over someone in his life. from the moment you agreed to date him, he’s felt this overwhelming need to always make sure you are safe and happy. you are just so cute and sweet and pure to him the thought of anyone or anything ever hurting you would destroy him. so whenever you’re together he always has his hand in yours and in between admiring your cuteness, he’s keeping an eye out for anything.

felix- you two are the same, constantly going back and forth in cuteness aggression for each other. when he made you brownies you got so excited, your hands making little fists and shaking them. his beautiful laugh filled the air and he couldn’t help but pull you in for a quick little kiss. your mutual nose scrunches are almost like a secret language at this point, a way for you both to communicate from across the room to remind the other that you’re still on their mind.

seungmin- he tried so hard not to fold. friends was a good first step for him considering his lifestyle but god, the second you stood in front of him, eyes wide and round, anticipating what he’d say or do next…he was a goner. he loved everything about you, from your cute sense of style to the way you saw the world. he was a certified simp.

i.n- out of all your cute little mannerisms, jeongin’s favorite has to be the way you burrow into his chest. you two are usually laid on the couch or in bed and his arm is thrown around your shoulders. out of nowhere you just get the urge to take your face and hands that are already on his chest and kinda nuzzle into him more. it tickles him and he can’t help but laugh be he loves it because it’s like you can’t get enough him and you physically can’t get close enough—you can’t.

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dearhargrove · 2 months

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Please pls pls write for Eddie Diaz🥺

Sleepover

Eddie Diaz x reader

summary You're on the way to pick up your son, Liam, but it's hard to get him to go home when he's begging to sleepover at his new friends house. Turns out you don't mind as much when you met said kid and his dad.

word count 995

tags fluff, reader simping over Eddie, kind of open ending

a/n I got this idea randomly so I hope you like this <3

part two

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“Liam!” You call out when you spot your eight year old son busy playing with another kid. Usually whenever he heard you he'd come running; with every year he turns older you expect his clinging to reduce but it never does. Not like you mind, he may be eight now but he's still your baby.

But today he just glances and waves before continuing to giggle and talk with his new friend.

You're surprised as he usually never stuck with one kid, most of the time he'd even stay by himself. It worried you, even when you figured he just preferred to be by himself and did it by choice and not because he was left out.

One of the teachers at the side shrugs with a smile after seeing Liam and his new friend.

You approach them and put a hand on Liams back before bending down and kissing the top of his head. “Hey, buddy. Did you make a new friend?”

He grins and nods eagerly, “Chris! We've been playing all day. He's my best friend!” You chuckle at the eager introduction and wave at Chris, who looked almost shy if not for the cute grin.

“Well in that case, it's nice to meet you, Chris.” He politely holds out his hand, “It's nice to meet you too, ma'am.” He says quietly and slowly. You melt on the spot and gently shake his hand.

Your son stands up quick enough to knock the top of his head into your chin, leaving you to grunt in pain as he excitedly bounces in his spot. “I have to sleepover at Chris' house!”

Your eyebrows raise as the two boys continue making plans about tonight. You don't want to be the killjoy but for one you had never met the other parents nor had they met you. Otherwise you would've easily agreed; you were just happy Liam had finally made a friend.

“Alright, boys, I'm afraid this won't work out… We don't even know if Chris parents are going to agree,” you say and pointedly look at your son who's about to pout (you couldn't resist him and you would not let him make you feel bad about making a reasonable decision).

“My dad will say yes. He always says yes.” Chris says seriously and pushes his glasses up with his index. You smile as both of them look at you with equally big, pleading eyes.

“I will say yes to what?”

You almost give yourself whiplash with how fast you turn around because whose voice is that sexy? You'd never heard anyone talking that attractive.

And surely when you look at him you basically faint. Brown hair that seemed to be a grown out buzz cut, brown eyes and white teeth with a grin that makes your heart actually stop for a second.

“Sleepover!” Liam yells and then turns shy when the man looks at him with a smile that should be illegal to look that good. “A sleepover? That sounds exciting.” He gets even more attractive in your eyes when he leans over and kisses Chris’ head in greeting. So he was great with kids too? Wow.

He then fixes his gaze on you and you do everything in your power not to fluster as he rakes his eyes over you and back up to look right into yours. “Hey, I'm Eddie. Chris is my son.” He extends his hand and you shake it before remembering to introduce yourself as well.

He smiles at you through it and if it wasn't for Liam gently clinging to your hand as he and Chris watch you and Eddie talk you'd have actually lost it.

“So these two want to have a sleepover?” The boys both yell in agreement and you laugh, shushing your son a bit. Eddie looks at you with a questioning look and you shrug your shoulders. He had something trustful about him and with the way he acted with both the kids he already checked a few boxes.

But still, this was your son and you wouldn't leave him overnight with - practically - a stranger.

“My dad is a firefighter, he will protect us.” Chris mentions and you look at Eddie in surprise. He chuckles a bit bashfully but nods, “I'm with the 118.” You hum in recognition, “I work at the dispatch center.” He looks surprised now and you chuckle as he comments, “That's a coincidence.”

After that conversation flows easy and after probably fifteen minutes is Liam who pulls your sleeve with an impatient pout. You coo and pick him up with ease, letting him wrap his arms around your neck as he sleepily rests against you.

“Chris is clingy too, I feel like I shouldn't be indulging him so much, but…” Eddie starts and you see him ruffling Chris’ hair with a fond look as the boy looks at his dad with pure adoration.

“It's hard to resist. Yeah, same here.” You hum and both of you laugh a bit.

The teacher takes note of both the kids being picked up and you start walking to the parking lot after getting the backpacks. Chris is on crutches you note and slow your steps for him to comfortably keep up.

“Sleepover?” Liam asks again after - you were quite sure - a nap. Eddie tilts his head and looks at you, giving you the chance to decide.

Wow. So far he's more than just a green flag.

“How about we do a few meet ups first?” You suggest and both boys groan but ultimately agree.

Eddie nods and after letting Chris into the car he turns back to you and holds out his phone with a small smile, “Just so we can, you know, organize their play dates.”

Your heart actually stops for a second before resuming twice as fast and you take his phone to put your contact in.

“I'll see you around.” You smile and wave, Eddie grinning too as he waves and gets in the car.

#911 fanfic #911 show #911 abc #911 fox #eddie diaz x reader #eddie diaz #Eddie Diaz fanfic #ryan guzman

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multifandombookstore · 5 months

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ok so like ik u can write duncan but can u write alejandro or noah? im simping for them hard :sob:

er, have u ever wrote them b4 is what im asking basically there isnt enough x readers of them on here </3

HI IM SORRY I DIED GHEOHAEF

I mainly write for Duncan but I definitely could write for other chars if requested!! Alejandro is definitely one of the ones I'd write for cause that man is so MMMMM yanno? Noah on the other hand I could not do sorry 😭✋

to make up for taking so damn long to respond, here are a couple lil hcs for f!reader & Alejandro!

similar to Heather, you see right through all his charisma and lies

you smelt bullshit from a mile away and you let him know as much at any given possible opportunity

you were nice and maybe a little standoffish to other contestants, but to him? You were outright cruel

then again, that's what drew you to him in the first place <3

puts his charms on HEAVY when talking to you (or just in general) just bc he knows it annoys the shit outta you and he loves getting you worked up. He'll even say that to your face

anytime he flirts with anyone, you visibly gag (to which he'll just tease you that you're jealous which makes you gag further)

you swear up and down that you two are sworn ENEMIES, but he likes to go around and tell everyone that you're secretly dating and to not tell anyone

(this ofc gets out cause no one can keep a goddamn secret to save their lives and oh ho ho lemme tell ya. When you found out he was telling people you two were secretly dating, you gave him a black eye that lasted at least a week)

"My mother has always told me to date strong, independent women." Was his response to you punching him

you really can't win 😭

he can tease and charm you all he wants, but the second anyone else does it? Yeah, nice Ale goes away

this ofc pisses you off cause "I can handle myself just fine, Alejandro."

"I know you can, princessa. You shouldn't have to, is the point." God damn him-

he's always unfazed by anything you do (or at least pretends to be), but nothing gets him angrier than seeing you flirt with other contestants

he, ofc, can't show this though, so he'll just have a private "chat" with whoever it is later

Chris, being the scheming demon he is, will sometimes make it to where you two are on the same team

at first, you are bitching up a storm and he won't stop smiling, but when the challenge actually starts, you two are a monster of a team. Everyone is definitely scared of you two (Owen makes a comment that you two make an awesome power couple and you glare at him)

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genshingorlsrevengeance · 10 days

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"There's no way that Genshin can make me simp for an NPC-"

Zhiqiong:

(Source: Yuushiba on twitter)

If only NPC's could become playable, like her and Jeht.

They would be on this blog SO FAST

#not an ask #chris does a dumb #chris does a simping

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facioleeknow · 6 months

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He loves me, he loves me not • Bang Chan

Does he like you or are you friends delulu?

WC: 1906 Genre: smut, fluff, lifeguard!au, highschool/college!au (implied)

TW: kids, smut, not proofread, shuhua x soojin (gidle)

AN: this wasn't supposed to contain any smut but Dahlia (@comet-falls ) made me think about Chris on his knees in the most inappropriate time (Brat).

Taglist: @bahng-chrizz

Working a summer job wasn't the worst thing you ever did, by far but it wasn't exactly how you planned on spending your summer. Especially if the job in question was at the snack bar at the local community pool. You wanted to spend your summer lazing around towns and spending way too much time at your best friend’s house, not yelling at kids not to run around and trying not to melt under the scorching summer heat.

The job, though, even if it resembled largely your own personal hell most of the time, had its perks. First of all you had free entrance at the pool and the keys which meant that if you wanted to swim late at night you could and you were sure the owner didn’t mind. And second the lifeguard assigned to keep the little demons at bay was Christopher Bang, and he was dreamy.

It wasn’t like you and Chris went back but you two knew each other as you had a mutual friend, Lee Felix, who was probably the sweetest and kindest person you knew. The friendship between you and Felix was weird, he was a literal angel and you were the biggest people-hating person you knew, he loved the sun and hot weather and you hated light and suffered if the temperature went past 15°C; but he never pointed the differences out and he was one of the closest friends you had, except for Shuhua of course.

You were extremely thankful to Felix, and not only because he went past your discrepancies but also because he was the one who found you the job; thanks to him you were able to freely ogle at Chris with heart eyes and a slightly open mouth.

“God he’s so hot,” you whined. That day was particularly hot so Chris had discarded his tank top and was only in his trunks, basking in the sun. The sight was glorious.

“Can you stop drooling on a man? It’s embarrassing,” Shuhua sighed and kept fanning herself with a random newspaper you found behind the bar and gave her. Her and her girlfriend Soojin finally agreed to visit you at work after you complained for weeks about how excruciating it was to stay around little kids all day without support. She had been side-eyeing you all morning for simping like that for a man, insisting that it wasn’t very girlboss of you and you insisted back that you knew but he was different, he was actually nice, which earned you an even more sour look.

“Leave her alone, I’m sure you were like this when we weren’t together,” argued Soojin, looking fondly at the other girl.

“Oh my god, she was even worse and I had to sit through it all the time and of course I couldn’t say anything,” you agreed with Soojin which made Shuhua whine quite loudly.

“Excuse me miss,” a little voice interrupted your conversation, “ can you give me another ice cream?”

“I’m sorry sweetie, but you already ate two and your mother told me not to give you any,” you forced a smile. That kid came everyday and demanded all the ice cream and when the mother said no he threw one hell of a tantrum.

You tried to resume your conversation with the girls, hoping that the kid would spare you that day, but as soon as you turned the child started screaming and crying for ice cream. Like. Every. Damn. Day. Shuhua scoffed once again and looked at him with that one scary stare she always had.

“Kid, didn’t your mother teach you not to interrupt adult’s conversations?” by the tone of her voice you could tell that your best friend was really ticked off and not just pretending to make the kid quiet. You kinda felt bad for the kid, being on the other end of Shuhua’s annoyance wasn’t something enjoyable. At all.

While you were thinking about that time when you had fucked up really bad and Shuhua yelled at you, the kid sprinted towards the counter, grabbed your phone and then started running in the opposite direction.

“Are you fucking serious?” you mumbled to yourself. as fast as you could you got out of the little snack hut and tried to run after the kid, who was extremely fast and wasn’t wearing shoes which gave him better grip on the wet floor. However you were way taller than him and his little legs could only do so much, your hand started grazing his shoulder and you were already tasting victory when your forehead collided with a hard metal surface. The elevated lifeguard seat. Your luck couldn’t be any better. You fell backwards.

Your head hurt like a bitch, that pole was very sturdy even if it looked rusty. You closed your eyes, the world was spinning a little bit. You could feel people looming over you and faint shouting a bit more far away from you. Soojin and Chris were both kneeling beside your slumped form.

“Are you alright?” Soojin whispered worriedly. You groaned, the last thing you needed was a gigantic bruise in the middle of your forehead.

“My phone.”

“Shuhua went to get it, don't worry.”

A big warm hand gently patted your head and started brushing hair away from your face.

“Are you sure you're okay?”a male voice asked. Chris. Your eyes shot open. He was smiling at you and it was the sweetest smile you had ever seen in your entire life.

“Yeah,” you sputtered. Your whole body was on fire, and not in the good way.

Chris put his muscular arm around your shoulders and helped you sit up. The closeness between both of your faces was making your heart beat wildly.

“I'm going to get some nice, wouldn't want a bruise to ruin your pretty face,” he winked at you playfully.

Soojin raised an eyebrow at you but your mind had escaped your current body and was metaphorically running in a flower field.

Maybe the summer job wasn't that bad.

From that day Chris would always exchange small talk in the morning with you when the pool was quiet and the kids were still sleeping. Sometimes he would catch you staring and he'd send a wink your way paired with one of his adorable smiles which made you extremely flustered. Shuhua and Soojin insisted he liked you, you insisted that he was being nice because you had a mutual friend. But after what happened earlier that day you were starting to toy with the idea.

It was extremely hot and everybody was struggling except the kids that still ran around like it was any other day. The snack hut felt like a furnace but the shadow it provided gave you at least some protection. Chris on the other hand didn't look so good, he was wearing a cap to protect his head against the sun but the heat was getting to him and you could see that. Your hand instinctively flew to the small fridge behind you and grabbed an ice cold bottle of water.

The walk to the chair was agonizing, your nerves we're so taut that you could play violin on them. The universe though, must have not liked you getting close to that particular spit because once again he sent a kid against you. The blonde, giggly, snotty child ran into your brand new t-shirt (a cat shirt) ice cream first and then proceeded to smear it across the front of it.

“Hehe, sorry,” he giggled and then ran away.

“I like you shirt,” chuckled Chris, now in front of you. You decided to ignore his comment and handed him the bottle.

“It's really hot, you should drink plenty of water.”

He took the bottle and smiled again, that man was all smiles.

“Go to the staff room, you can wear my shirt, I have the tank anyway, I don't need it.”

You froze. You? Wear his shirt? Your brain was shutting down.

The staff room wasn't far but it was separated from the pool which meant you could freak out as much as you wanted. Chris' bag laid open on the bench in front of you, his shirt was neatly folded on top. It was a plain black shirt and it smelled of laundry detergent and baby powder.

“Oh my god, he's not stinky like other men, I love him,” you whispered to yourself while you admired the shirt.

Maybe you were starting to like your summer job.

When you told Shuhua about the shirt incident she was adamant he liked you but you were still very reluctant to believe that. She kept bugging you and insisting that you should ask him out and that he was definitely into you. But still, being the stubborn woman you were, you kept to yourself and the summer swiftly came to an end. The last day of the job had a bitter taste to it, how would you survive without your hot lifeguard to gawk at? You didn't know.

The pool wasn't open, you were only supposed to put all of the pool chairs inside and lock up.

It was hard work and it was still very warm but you were getting paid, so you had to do it. Chris had other plans, he sent you in the staff room to make “inventory” while he carried inside all the chairs.

Y/N:

He's taking the chairs inside all by himself

His muscles look so sexy

I'm feeling hot and bothered rn ngl

Shuhua:

Just fuck already

“I wanted to surprise you but it seems like you were the one who surprised me,” Chris chuckled from behind your shoulder.

The gasp you let out was inhuman. You were screwed. As a way to escape the situation you started to slowly back away from him, but soon your back hit the wall effectively trapping you.

“You think my muscles are sexy?”

You nodded slowly.

“Feel them then.” His warm hand gripped yours and gently guided it to his arm.

“Very impressive,” you stuttered trying so hard not to faint on him.

Chris had his eyes fixed on you, he had this look, dark and intimidating. It was hot.

“Can I touch you?”

“YES!”

Your lips met in a soft chaste kiss, it was almost innocent, but his hands wandered your body. He gripped and kneaded your flesh feverishly. His plump lips trailed down your jaw and stopped at your neck. His link tongue darted out to lap at the skin.

Your mind was clouded with so much pleasure from only his mouth on your neck that you didn't notice his hand had slipped past your underwear until he pressed on your clit lightly. He had made you gasp twice that day, but the second one was for a completely different reason.

You were so wet it was easy for him to slip his fingers inside you. You instinctively threw your head back and smacked it a little too hard against the tiled wall.

“Careful baby,” he groaned. His fingers slipped out of you and a whine escaped your lips but your voice got caught in your throat when you saw what he did next. He kneeling. In front of you. And looking at you like you were a goddess.

“We should go out sometimes,” he said while he yanked your shorts down.

You definitely loved your summer job.

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pinksturniolo · 1 month

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ATTENTION: IM A SIMP FOR CHRISTOPHER STURNIOLO!!

posting my favorite chris pictures because i’m literally in love with him and could stare at him forever 💕 buckle up cause it’s a long one

first, can we appreciate how handsome of a face he has like bro let me sit on it pls 😩 he's so fucking pretty

also i need to give him a lap dance like be so for real

his long hair just does something to me 🫦

and let’s not forget how sexy his little smirk is like man knows he’s fine 🙂‍↕️🥰

i wanna kiss his neck and leave hickeys all over him <3

and here's some more just because :)

#pinksthoughts #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo triplets

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lehguru · 7 months

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LATINO SONGS + ONE PIECE CHARACTERS

latino songs i relate to one piece characters and why!

info: not proofread as always, put spotify links in all of them, open to suggestions if yall want this to b a lil series or sum lol, mentions of stabbing (?)

PORTGAS D.ACE : SOU MUSA DO VERÃO - marshmello, luísa sonza

there's something about this song that makes me think of ace in the most... unhinged way. the main chorus is the thing that really stands out to me, because not only he would look gorgeous in a edit with that, it have the same hot energy that ace exhales. he is the kind of man we would see shirtless and imagine things that become a concern to feminism; and that song is exactly what we all, ace simps, want to say to him.

NAMI : ASSANHADINHA - pocah, mc durrony

nami gives the vibes of someone that does not care, period. she just does what she wants and is not afraid to own it too. i can definitely see this song on her playlist too, not only because of the way she relates to the lyrics, but also the beat itself. another big reason is simply: my girl likes to throw it back, and this is a great song to do it without problem.

NICO ROBIN : PILOTO - flora matos

i put piloto as robin's song, because 1. i ship her with franky; 2. she would totally be the type of person (the 'pilot') that is described in the song. careful? caring? loving? a good person? a scholar? pays attention? courageous? a mate? truthful? a armor bearer? if you need, dangerous? she is all of those things and much more. and that's why she will be forever the woman that holds my heart and she should hold yours too.

SABO : EU VOU COM CARINHO ELA QUER COM FORÇA - mc don juan, mc g15, mc davi

this one i will keep short and simple. a loooong time ago i saw a tiktok that had this song as a "sabo sounds like this" and i couldn't unhear it since (i cant find it again, im sorry); plus the lyrics match very very well. thats it. i cant elaborate further.

USOPP : PAPIN - mc kevin o chris, mc caja

the lyrics say everything i need to say: "fell for my talk, it's over". it's proven over and over again that usopp can lie to people easily, when he wants to. and, after the live action, i can't stop thinking about usopp trying to win you over with a sweet talk, his eyes and voice tone nervous, but so sweet it wins you over. plus, the song weirdly fits his vibe.

SANJI : RITA - tierry

i kinda refuse to explain this one, because it's almost a joke for myself, but i shall translate some of the lyrics (think that he's singing it to you): "oh love, come back. come back, love, and i will forgive the stabbing. oh, love, don't leave me alone, come back and i will pull out the charges."

DRACULE MIHAWK : ME RECLAMA - mambo kingz, dj luian, luigi 21 plus, ozuna

THIS SONG IS SO MIHAWK CODED, IT MAKES ME SICK. he knows he's the best, he always goes to you when you call him and he's not afraid to tell others that it's "not his fault he is the one you call for". his entire persona with this song in the background makes me shake, he would look extremely ethereal with his hand on your waist, pulling you closer, and his head tilted – all while his lips are whispering sweet spanish into your ear.

2023 © content belongs to lehguru, but the characters used in them belong to their respective creators!!

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live-laugh-lenney · 4 months

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Headcanons for Mr.Clarkey, who is major simp for his girl please

oh jeez.. i'm a total simp for george, as well as mister television... how can you not? is anyone else going to the london live show for the useless hotline podcast?? i'm so excited for that!

-> he loves his girlfriend. -> LOVES. -> and he'll show her off like there's no tomorrow.

-> when he took her to meet his family, he never left her side. -> he knew she was nervous on the train ride into bristol so he made sure not to touch upon the subject until she brought it up with him, he held her hand, rubbed her knuckles with his thumb, let her nap on his shoulder, listened to music with her, made her laugh with his silly jokes and impressions... anything to keep her from delving deep into her thoughts. -> he made sure to get a taxi to his house; he didn't want to intimidate her as soon as they arrived in bristol. -> he knew his family would love her; he spoke so much of her, and so highly of her that they could tell she meant the world to him, already professing their adoration for her even before they knew what she looked like and before they knew what she was like. -> they loved anyone that made their son happy. -> he made sure she never sat alone or was left in any silence, always kept her in conversation, would always talk about her and her likes and her hobbies and what she was like growing up. -> and he would watch in awe as she helped his mother with the washing up after dinner and took an interest in his dad's hobbies and formed a bond with his sister over a mutual obsession of theirs. -> his parents don't mind about the two of them staying in the same bed in his old bedroom; not that anything would have happened. she insisted nothing of the sorts happened because it would have been disrespectful - and he agreed. -> "i told you you had nothing to worry about." -> "it's always nerve wracking meeting the family of the guy you love like crazy." -> "like crazy, huh?" -> "don't let your head get any bigger."

-> he was shy to introduce her to his friends at first. -> she knew a lot about his friends; he made sure to fill her in on who his room-mates were, who were also his best friends, and what their names were. told her who he worked with and who she would hear a lot about, as well as who he had made acquaintances with over his time on tiktok and youtube. -> it's slow introductions. -> he wanted to keep her a secret till it was necessary for them to be introduced to one another; he loved being able to be the only one in his group that knew her, that could steal her attention, that could be the only man in her life that she could spend time with.

-> it's chris she meets first... and then the two arthur's... -> ... simply because they're all room-mates. -> and it's awkward. so awkward. -> in george's t-shirt that was oversized on her. her knickers peeking out the bottom. early in the morning, thinking that no one would be awake, in the kitchen with glass of water in her hand. -> out pops chris. in running gear. and she wanted to throttle george for trusting him when he said no one would be awake. -> "hello." -> 'hi." -> "i'm guessing you're yn. i'm chris. can we forget this happened and maybe go again later on?" -> "deal." -> and george finds it hilarious. will tease them forever about how they first met rather than how they choose to tell people. -> and when he finally gets them all together, they do it properly. and he shows her off like a trophy and the boys see just how in love with her he is. -> kissing her every chance he got. -> filling up her glass every time it was empty. -> asking the three boys what they thought of her when she went to the toilet and grinning from ear to ear when they say she's a match for him and how perfect she is for him. -> and he's so so thankful because their opinions were one of the most important for him and it meant the world to him that they love her as much as he does.

-> at events - whether it be friends' parties or work events or red carpets - he takes her as his date. -> always. -> he couldn't dream of taking anyone else. -> and he always lets her lead. opens the car doors, holds the doors open before her, rests a hand on her back with a comforting touch, a squeeze to her hand when it gets a little busy. always lets her go in front because he loves for her to be seen before him. -> she's a hit with his fans and he really is just in absolute awe and complete love and adoration with her because she really handles everything about his work life so well.

-> his social media is full of her. -> he posts her on instagram with candid photos and selfies. -> he comments on all of her posts; sometimes cute and loving and sometimes he's sarcastic and silly and people love that about the two of them. -> and it goes both ways - they're one and the same.

-> everything he does, he makes sure he does it to the best of his ability because she deserves to be with someone who can spoil her and be able to take her away on trips of a lifetime and give her a life full of enjoyment and surprises.

#george clarke #george clarkey #george clarke imagines #george clarkey imagines #george clarke headcannons #george clarkey headcannons #george clarke fics #george clarkey fics #chaos crew

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nirvanawrites111 · 8 months

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Boyfriend #2 Changbin x Reader(Kinktober 2023)

Pairing: Changbin x Reader

Word count: 1412

Pronouns: She/Her

Summary: You're on a break with Channie.. again and you decide to hook up again with Changbin. He's definitely a simp for you.

Warnings: Smut, good girl kink, cum eating, unprotected sex, fingering, strong language, PWP

SMUT BELOW THE CUT: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PLS.

Changbin x Reader

"Are you going to keep talking about him, or do you want this dick?" Changbin asks you.

His bluntness was the thing that you'd always liked about him. Sure, he'd listen to you go on and on about how your current boyfriend wasn't shit. But, you both knew you weren't really here to complain about Channie.

You're here to feel better. Well, at least your pussy would feel better even though your heart probably won't after you leave. But, what difference does it make? You were on your 5th break from Channie because you found incriminating DMs.

"Binnie, you said I could vent about him."

"Yeah, I did. But, I think you just need to cum, and you'll forget all about whatever you did."

"I definitely do," You reply. You stand up from his couch and go into his bedroom. You remove your hoodie and toss it onto his couch that is adjacent to his bed.

His mood lamp is already on, and the room is a pretty lavender hue. You step out of your leggings, and you stand near his perfectly clean dresser. You notice a picture you haven't seen in a while. It's just you and him with his arms wrapped around your waist.

It was at Hongjoong's mixtape release party a few years ago when you were single and just co-workers with Chan and Changbin.

For some reason, this photo brings up some weird feelings for you. That night was the first time you hooked up with Changbin.

You always wonder what things would have been like if you had dated Changbin instead of Bangchan. Maybe, you wouldn't cry as much. Or, maybe you would.

But the strange thing is you haven't known Binnie to be in any relationships since you've met him.

Changbin's footsteps are in an earshot of you, and you feel his fingertips smooth around your waist. He gently kisses you on the side of your neck.

"You remember that night?" Changbin asks you.

"Yea, Hongjoong's mixtape party."

"Oh, that's all you remember?"

"Uh, I sucked your dick in the bathroom."

"And I took you home and fucked you for like two days straight."

Your body shudders just from hearing him saying that. Those two days were the best days of your life. It's funny how you two were able to go to work the following day as if nothing happened.

Changbin pulls you in tighter against his bare stomach and boxers. He laps at the side of your neck, and juicy moans escape from your mouth.

"Yeah, I didn't want to leave," you moan out.

"Well, maybe this time you won't. Can I touch you?"

"Yes."

Changbin rubs his hand over your pussy outside of your underwear, and already you are ready for him.

"I love how easily you react to me, baby."

You love hearing him call you baby. There is something about how sweet this man can be with you. You often wonder if he is this way with other people. You would hate to imagine other people getting this wet for him.

Changbin runs his hand down your slit and then back up. He quicks, finds your clit, and massages it through your panties. He lifts your chin up.

"Look at yourself.. so beautiful. Too beautiful to be crying over Chris. Right?"

You stare at yourself half nude with Changbin wrapped around your body. His muscles are perfect. You love the way his body looks against yours. You love your curves and how beautiful you look. He's right. You shouldn't be crying over him.

You are so beautiful, just like he told you.

"Yes."

"No, say it in the mirror, baby. Say it so I can hear it."

"I am beautiful," you confidently say as you stare into the mirror.

Changbin slides his hand inside your panties and slips down into your wetness to coat his finger. He massages your clit and kisses on your cheek.

"Such a good girl. I love it when you affirm yourself."

This man has your mind dizzy already. The sensation of him playing with your clit feels too good, almost as good as when you do it. You like that you don't have to teach him how to touch you. He already knows what you need when you need it.

Changbin continues to work his magic, and his talented fingers dance against your clit, bringing you closer to your first orgasm. It doesn't take much for you to get off when he's involved.

"Please, don't stop," you whine a bit.

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that. I know my girl is close, aren't you, baby." Changbin bites on your neck and the right pressure that isn't too hard, but isn't too gentle.

Your body rides the first wave of your orgasm, and you close your eyes and release. Changbin sticks two fingers inside of you, and you cum on his fingers.

He pulls them out and coats your lips with your own juices. He moves in front of you and picks you up. You wrap your legs around his waist, and he kisses you to savor the taste of you. You enjoy the way he kisses you, always so passionate.

Changbin tosses you onto the bed and pulls down your panties.

You spread your legs for him, and he plants a kiss on your pussy. Normally, you would want him to eat you out, but the reality is you came for dick. Sure, you came over to vent, but the bottom line is you want to get your back blown out.

"Fuck me.." You whisper just loud enough to catch Changbin's attention. He continues to kiss your pussy, and your back arches just a little.

"You sure about that?"

"Yes, I just want to be fucked good."

"Okay, Y/n."

Changbin is all about pleasing you and making you feel good. There's no doubt in your mind. You watch him slide out of his boxers, and his thick, juicy length flops out. He's already hard, and ready to give you exactly what you came for.

He moves in between your legs, and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist.

Your eyes connect with his, and he's staring intensely into your eyes like you're the most beautiful woman in the whole world.

He doesn't even have to say it because he's already told you a million times, but the way he looks at you is more than just a lustful stare.

Changbin is captivated by you—more than just your beauty. You notice the glances when you are working together in the studio, but you always avoid them out of respect for Chan. But, tonight, you are a single woman, and you deserve to be adored.

"Binnie, why are you looking at me like that?"

"You know, why."

"No, tell me."

"I like watching you."

"I've noticed."

"You ready?"

"Of course."

Changbin guides himself into you inch by inch until you are full of him. He starts off slow, trying to find his rhythm with you.

You adjust to his size for a moment, trying to gather yourself, and you relax your body as he's giving you a moment to get yourself prepared.

Changbin runs his finger across your bottom lip, and down your throat. He plays with your left nipple, and moves slowly inside of you.

The movement is perfect, and his touch against your skin feels so good. Your bodies mesh together and are the perfect blend.

Your legs grip tighter around his waist as he thrusts into you, and you moan his name.

"Fuck me, harder," you request from him.

Maybe you shouldn't have told him that because he goes faster and a bit more rough with you. He doesn't even have to ask you if you like it because your eyes are already rolling back in your head from the pleasure.

Changbin let goes of your nipple just to instantly find your clit. He works it in perfect circles just the way you crave, and you can feel yourself approaching that second orgasm.

"That's it, baby. Cum on my dick... You're taking me so well." "Mmhmm.." You want to say more, but your mouth doesn't release any words, just moans, and whines because Changbin has taken your body to another level.

"So close, beautiful. Release for me." At that moment, your body reaches its peak, and you cum for him. It's such a beautiful experience to be sent to a whole another dimension thanks to your lover.

After you come back down from your high, Changbin pulls out of you and kisses all over your face.

"You did so good for me, baby. Shall we go another round?"

#changbin x reader #changbin x black reader #seo changbin smut #changbin fanfic #changbin smut #seo changbin #changbin stray kids #skz smut #stray kids smut #dom!changbin #kpop smut #ambw smut #kinktober

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muwapsturniolo · 4 months

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✯Chris dating a Black!plus-size baddie✯

Warnings: say sum fatphobic and imma slap you in your mouth before you start coughing in 7 days. also some NSFW content.

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Chris was honestly shocked you weren’t insecure. Let’s face it, a lot of plus-sized people are insecure with their weight (it’s not a bad thing) but you weren’t. You were in love with your body and that made Chris love you even more.

let’s actually get into it now.

-he loves your style

-it’s hard for plus size people to find clothes that are actually cute. But you a baddie so you make shit SHAKE!!!!!

-all the crop tops, all the skirts, all the shorts!

-he foams at the mouth when you wear your mini skirts.

-he can’t keep his hands off of you!

-“stop smacking my ass and pinching my thighs!”

-“mmm no.” smacks your ass again because he loves the way it jiggles

-will start being more inclusive with his brand and ups the sizing so you and everyone else can enjoy the brand

-i personally would imagine you to be a plus size influncer, so that means chris hypes up ALL OF YOUR POSTS!!

-reposting them to his story, showing all his friends, the occasional nasty comment

-"Sit on my face and suffocate me with your thighs please!!!"

-he does get upset/mad when you call yourself fat but you have to explain you don't mean it in a bad way.

-slowly lets up on it but he does give you the occasional dirty look

-you scare him with your jokes. Here's an example.

-he told you no to ordering food because you two were going out to eat later. "did you just call me a fat bitch and say my back is big?" (this is how me and my plus size friends joke so if you get offended i don't care)

-this man was so scared he started buffering, immediately apologizing to you.

-all you do is laugh and say you were just playing.

-lowkey does not believe you.

-is shocked you handle hate from his so-called fans very well.

-"You gon be mad at me if I tell them they just upset you like fat bitches and blow my back out every night?"

-he snatched your phone so quick.

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kinda love this kinda hate it 😭😭😭 any way, i am a plus size girlie so yeah that's why this was written.

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tawaifeddiediaz · 1 year

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acts of service

this is for @bedhadakdiaz because murtasim was simping over meerab and we decided that eddie would do that, too lol. anywho, thank you @eddiediaaz for the beta ily.

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Word Count: 4,362 words

The sight in front of him is nothing new.

Eddie steps into his silent home, well past the time he thought he’d be home. Hours later, in fact.

He was supposed to be back by dinner. Instead, a five-alarm fire kept him away from joining the two halves of his heart for the first hot meal they could’ve had together in almost a week.

Opposite shifts are the worst, Eddie thinks to himself as he sets his work bag down by the door, away from the hallway.

There’s only a dim lamp casting its warmth across the living room, but despite that, Eddie thinks he’s walked into the warmest place he’s ever known — almost like the sun beams gently through the cracks and fissures of these walls.

It has nothing to do with the temperature, and everything to do with the house’s occupants. Everywhere Eddie looks, he can see the evidence of a happy day — can feel the contentment in the air. Even without knowing the details, he knows that it’s proof of an evening well spent.

Exhaustion lessens its weight from his bones as he drinks in the familiarity of his home, his gaze searching for everything and nothing in particular as he slips his jacket off, hanging it on the coat rack next to Buck’s.

It’s not until then that his gaze lands on the man himself.

Buck lays sprawled out on the couch, back cushions discarded to make space for his broad shoulders, his legs thrown all over the place, snoring lightly. Eddie can’t stop the soft smile that graces his face, even through his exhaustion, and he moves carefully, quietly padding onto the rug with socked feet, his footsteps muffled, unlikely to wake him up.

Chris isn’t too off-base when he says Buck sounds like a tractor when he sleeps sometimes, but for Eddie, the sound is all he can think about whenever the memory of his stillness creeps in. It’s a blessing in disguise after the terrifying days of nothing but utter silence — only the beep of the machines and the hustle of the ICU to keep him company on the days he’d managed to look at Buck through the glass.

Eddie can’t help but smile at the snuffling sounds that leave Buck’s parted mouth, even as he reaches out, bumping the back of a knuckle against his chin to close it gently. It drops back open almost immediately, his nose wrinkling in his sleep and Eddie gives up the fight, not wanting to startle him out of his rest.

His gaze shifts to the strewn blankets around him, instead of over him, the stack of pillows in the corner that have definitely been pulled from the hallway closet without being put away, and the empty bowls neatly stacked on the coffee table, and the two mugs with the dregs of hot chocolate still left in the bottom.

A very good evening, then.

Eddie, even in his delirious state, can vividly picture Buck and Christopher tucked away in their pillow fort, bowls of homemade popcorn and those veggie crisps Buck loves and got Chris hooked on in front of them, mugs of hot chocolate in hand. Pillow forts are surprisingly one thing, at thirteen, that Chris hasn’t grown out of, and Eddie knows that Buck cherishes every moment they aren’t constantly reminded of how old he’s getting, just the same way he is.

Eddie gets that more than anyone — he and Buck even have a look they exchange when Christopher does something that makes him seem too many years old for their sanity.

But nights after these also leave the living room feeling a little lonely, the quiet a little more somber. Eddie guesses that’s why all the reminders from the night are still scattered, so they can delay the inevitable process of their kid growing up for just a few hours longer.

The reminders of it are all around him, but before his tired brain can slip down that slope, Eddie shakes off the thought and refocuses on Buck — who, not only has slept in his makeshift bed without a blanket, but has his whole head hanging off the edge of the pillow, trapped against the backrest in a way that’s sure to give him a crick in his neck come morning.

Buck’s phone is resting haphazardly on his stomach, fingers loosely gripping the top of it, and Eddie knows if he unlocked it, he’d find his chat pulled up.

The thought of someone waiting up for him warms his chilled bones. It’s the confirmation that Buck does the same thing Eddie does when they’re not on shift together that makes Eddie’s heart swell with affection and gratitude.

Slowly, carefully, he slides the phone out from under Buck’s hand, setting it to silent, turning on Do Not Disturb and placing it on the coffee table.

One blanket is crumpled somewhere underneath Buck’s feet, and it takes all of the stealth Eddie possesses to untangle it from Buck’s legs so he doesn’t feel like he’s trapped when he inevitably rolls over in the middle of the night. Quietly, he picks up one of the discarded blankets from the now-demolished pillow fort and drapes it over his best friend carefully.

He debates trying to fix Buck’s head, not wanting to wake him up, but knows that if he sleeps like this, he’s not going to be able to turn his head for at least a week.

Slowly, Eddie reaches forward and cups the back of Buck’s head gingerly, guiding it back onto the pillow. With the other hand, he tilts his head so his neck isn’t hanging at such an awkward angle.

The adjustment means that he’s now facing Eddie, his eyes closed as he breathes deeply, and Eddie feels frozen in place as he watches Buck sleep.

His expression is still smooth and still in slumber, more peaceful than Eddie’s seen him in a while. The slack features make him look lighter, and the snores whistling out of his still-parted mouth make the corners of Eddie’s mouth tip up even further.

Without thinking, Eddie reaches out, unable to stop his fingers from smoothing back a few errant curls from tickling the shell of Buck’s ears, his fingers drifting lightly against the sharp line of his jaw. There’s a sharp inhale of breath, and for a minute, Eddie panics at being caught out like this — looming over Buck, disrupting his sleep, tucking the short strands of his hair as if he has any right to.

Instead, Buck rolls over, inhaling deeply as his cheek comes to rest flat against Eddie’s palm, the hand on top holding his forearm in place.

Miraculously, he doesn’t wake up, only tucking his face tighter against Eddie’s hand, holding him close, and God help him, it’s when he goes to move that Eddie realizes he’s stuck like this.

“Shit,” he mutters quietly to himself, trying to pry his fingers free. Buck frowns slightly before his grip on Eddie’s forearm tightens, and Eddie simply gives up the fight, helpless to do much else than settle next to him.

Careful not to dislodge Buck, Eddie grabs one of the long cushions and sets it on the floor, lowering himself down with a wince as his bones creak. He pushes the coffee table away so he can fit, getting his legs under him. It’s a stretch to keep his arm where Buck is, but it’s not uncomfortable yet — he’s just positioned in a way that he knows he’ll definitely regret come morning.

But right now, all he can think about is the peace on Buck’s face, and how he’d hate to disturb that — he knows that he’ll regret waking him up more than any other ache he’ll have.

Eddie tilts his head onto his outstretched shoulder, mere inches away from Buck, and just…lets himself look.

He’s come to terms with the way his heart beats a symphony of Buck’s name, that the rest of his life is going to be just this — because no one is ever going to match up to what he has with Buck.

He’d tried, of course. He’d gone on date after date, and tried to fill the romance-shaped void in his life, but at the end of the night, he’d end up comparing them to Buck — a comparison that didn’t stop no matter how many dates he went on. After a while, guilt made it too hard to keep trying, so Eddie simply shut the door on it, kindly put his foot down with Tia Pepa, and resolved himself to this life.

But then, Buck did the same thing.

One minute, he’d been going out with Natalia, and the next, he’d stopped bringing up dates and dinners and romance altogether. When Eddie mustered up the courage to ask, Buck had simply said that they were looking for different things, and that he wanted to take a break from dating for a bit.

That’s when things changed again.

The tidal wave of Buck’s affection, even though it’s something Eddie’s been familiar with ever since he met the guy, feels different now. Before, it’d been a constant hum at the back of Eddie’s head, a steadiness that kept him anchored to his reality. Now, it laps closer and closer around Eddie’s ankles thrashing against his legs and begging him to sink down in it until it feels like one more wave could knock the confession from his chest.

Now, the glances between them feel like they have a new weight. Every time Buck walks into this house, there’s a new reluctance to let him leave, to watch him walk out the door even with the surety that he’ll be walking right back in 24 hours later. Every time they sit down to eat together, there’s enough warmth at the table that Eddie sometimes forgets that this isn’t a permanent thing — not yet.

It’s in the way Buck smiles at him, open and vulnerable, and the way he tries his best to wait up for Eddie even if it’s going on two in the morning with no sign of him. It’s in the way Eddie always ends up cooking enough for three, or the way he’s just stopped using certain detergents because they make Buck’s nose itch, or the way his bathroom has three sets of everything — except razors because thankfully Chris doesn’t need those yet — and at least five different hair products that belong specifically to curly hair.

(Hair products that Chris has started using, too, so now the only one in the house who uses the regular, “boring” shampoo is Eddie.)

It’s in the way that the keys on both their key-rings look well-used, or that the hoodie Buck’s wearing right now is Eddie’s, or the locker Eddie used tonight was Buck’s. It’s the way half the appliances in Eddie’s kitchen are bought by Buck to use here, including the fancy air fryer that Christopher uses at least once a day.

It’s…intimate — co-dependent, and more partner-like than Eddie’s ever known. He and Buck are hovering around shoving their relationship that last inch into romantic territory, and they may not be there just yet, but they will be.

Of that much, Eddie’s sure.

He’s startled out of his thoughts when the man he loves more than anything in this world lets out a sharp snort as he turns his nose into Eddie’s wrist, still miraculously asleep, and it’s such a funny sound that Eddie has to bite his lip to keep from laughing in Buck’s face.

With his heart heavy with fondness, Eddie tilts his head so he’s resting more on the couch, supported by the cushion under his arm while his hand rests under Buck’s head.

His eyelids grow heavier as his pulse thumps steadily under the hand Buck’s curled around his wrist.

Quietly, as he sinks into the peace of his home, sleep sweeps him away.

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The sun wakes him up first.

Instantly, he knows he’s at Eddie’s, because the sun only pierces his eyes first thing in the morning when he’s laid out on the Diaz couch.

The world filters back in bits and pieces. There’s the quiet hum of the fridge, the faint strains of cars driving through the neighborhood, the chirping from that birdfeeder Eddie insisted on keeping even after Buck and Christopher accidentally spilled a can of paint over it, the sharp scent of sandalwood…

The last one makes him pause.

Sandalwood?

Buck cracks his eyes open to a mop of dark hair, the familiar hunched form of his best friend on the floor next to him.

Eddie’s head is resting on the cushion next to Buck, his arm stretched out, bent at the elbow.

It’s then that Buck realizes that the pillow he’s been snuggling into, the one that smells strongly of Eddie’s sandalwood soap, is actually Eddie’s hand, and that his cheek has been pressing into it for God knows how long.

“What the fuck,” he whispers to himself as he scrambles off of him, jerking his head backwards into the backrest of the couch as a pang of guilt slashes through him. He doesn’t even know why, or how Eddie got here, but he looks so curled up on the ground that Buck’s back aches in sympathy.

Eddie’s face is turned upwards, towards Buck as he sleeps on. His jaw is rough with two-day stubble, lower lip pushed out into that slight pout he gets when he’s tired, and he’s breathing slow and deep.

Buck’s heart melts as he takes in this rare sight of Eddie before he puts himself together, sleeping peacefully even in what has to be an uncomfortable position. He blinks the sleep out of his eyes and looks down at Eddie’s hand, which looks bright red from Buck laying on it — presumably all night.

He has no memory of when Eddie got home last night, but the longer he lays here, watching him sleep soundly, the more he thinks it must have been really late if Buck didn’t even realize.

For a minute, he’s confused. Eddie only comes to join him out on the couch if he has a nightmare he can’t calm down, feet padding quietly as he takes a seat next to Buck on the ground. But those mornings, the evidence of his nightmares are written all over him, in the tight, restless line of his jaw and the fragile wrinkles along his forehead as he frowns at whatever memory he’s seeing.

There’s no sign of that on his face as far as Buck can see, only the soft breaths of a man well into slumber. Even his clothes are the ones from last night, not his usual pajamas. He’s in jeans, and Eddie hates sleeping in jeans.

He spots his phone on the coffee table just as his fingers curl in the thick blanket that Eddie must’ve laid over him, because he doesn’t remember going to sleep with it.

The mental image of an exhausted Eddie pops into his head, leaning over Buck to make sure he’s comfortable, and without even knowing the full picture, he knows that this is because of that, too.

The ways Eddie loves him will never fail to catch Buck off-guard, and even though he’s doing a better job at recognizing that it’s a love that exists no matter what — without any expectations from Buck to be a certain way, or to do something in return — there’s days where he doesn’t believe he deserves it. Days where he doesn’t believe this incredible man is waiting on them to be ready, is waiting on Buck to be ready.

Buck’s known of Eddie’s love for weeks, has had all this time to do something about that realization, but something about this quiet morning, basking in the evidence of it, makes Buck want to leap headfirst into it — makes him want to drag Eddie into an affirming kiss and never let go for the rest of their lives.

He can’t do any of that while Eddie’s still sleeping, so instead, Buck gently pulls the blanket off of himself, draping it over Eddie and tucking the ends around him. He’d be more comfortable if Buck just helped him to his bed, but he can’t bring himself to wake him.

He realizes his mistake as soon as he turns onto his side, this time resting his head on his pillow so he can look at Eddie without crushing his hand.

Eddie inhales sharply, his eyes fluttering for a brief second before he settles, pulling his arm back with a grunt until it’s tucked under the blanket, cheek still resting on the couch. It must be uncomfortable to feel the pinpricks of blood returning to the limb, his nerves coming back on line with the sharpness of static.

It’s the right arm, the one that always aches whenever he does something too intensive. Buck’s brain is still coming online from knocking out as hard as he had last night, but even through the haze of his mind, Buck knows just what it means.

Gingerly, Buck gives in to the impulse to slip his fingers through the thick waves of hair on Eddie’s head, stroking until he settles with a content sigh.

Buck loves this man so much it hurts sometimes.

He knows better to assume that Eddie’s fallen asleep, and he’s proven right minutes later when the silence grows thick in anticipation of the first words they’ll exchange today.

“Morning,” Eddie rasps finally, still leaning into Buck’s touch. He’s about to pull his hand away when Eddie’s eyes tilt up to meet his own, soft and welcoming, still asleep.

“Hey.” This time, Buck’s fingers comb through the hair flopping over his forehead, pushing it back as he peers down at Eddie. “What are you doing down there?”

Eddie freezes, his eyes suddenly looking anywhere but at Buck as he tightens the blanket around himself.

Buck’s eyes narrow as he trails his fingers down to the back of Eddie’s neck, absently kneading as he tries to picture what could’ve happened.

There are very few times Eddie’s as cagey as he looks right now, and instantly, Buck recognizes the expression on his face. It’s the same look he gets when he’s trying to downplay something he did that was purely selfless — something that usually precedes a shrug and a just doing my job .

“I was sleeping weirdly, wasn’t I?”

As if on cue, Eddie shrugs, closing his eyes and resting his forehead on the couch. Buck slips his fingers back into his hair, tugging lightly as he goes, face flushing at the involuntary breathy sound that slips from Eddie’s mouth.

“Your neck would’ve hated you this morning.” Eddie’s words are muffled by the couch, and suddenly, Buck has the full picture.

It flies together in his head like a magnetic puzzle with all the pieces turned in the right direction — Eddie fixing the position of his neck, Buck rolling over and accidentally pinning Eddie under his head, Eddie deciding to lay down instead of just pushing Buck over.

Using his grip on the back of Eddie’s head, Buck scoots over until he can press his mouth to the top of his head, emboldened by the uninhibited way Eddie leans into him. The scent of his shampoo drifts from his hair, and Buck hides his smile at the scent in the silky strands.

“I love you,” he murmurs softly, loud enough for just Eddie to hear.

It’s quiet for a moment — not tense, not anxious, just contemplative. Buck stays where he is, smoothing down the random cowlicks of Eddie’s hair as he rests his cheek against his best friend’s head, his chest lighter for having taken the jump they both needed him to take.

Then, Eddie moves out from under him. He straightens just enough for Buck to move back, a wince flashing across his face briefly, but he’s smiling so, so brightly that Buck has to trace it.

He lifts a thumb, scraping his nail against the curve of Eddie’s bottom lip as he closes the bare inches between them, tilting his forehead against Eddie’s.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Buck sighs.

It’s easy, being there, in Eddie’s orbit. Buck doesn’t know what time it is, but it has to be early if Christopher isn’t out yet. Still, there’s no rush to go anywhere or do anything.

“I love you, too,” Eddie whispers, his nose nuzzling Buck’s before he laughs quietly. “Is this all it would’ve taken?”

It’s Buck’s turn to laugh as he tilts his chin up to press a kiss to Eddie’s sleep-warm cheek. “You’ve been loving me in secret for...probably longer than I’ve ever realized. Now, you don’t have to hide it from me.”

“I wasn’t trying to hide it from you,” Eddie argues, a little uselessly. “It just...is.”

“Liar,” Buck returns. There’s no just about anything here — Buck knows how much Eddie’s heart is worth, has wanted to guard it since the day he met him, even if it would never be his.

But it is, and Eddie’s given it to him so freely, in so many ways.

Both of them break out into soft giggles as Eddie rests his temple against Buck’s cheek, breathing in deeply.

“I’m not kissing you for the first time with morning breath,” he mumbles.

“Romantic,” Buck teases before curving a hand around Eddie’s shoulder, tugging lightly. “Come here.”

That faint snag of guilt takes hold of him again as Eddie uncurls himself with a wince, his back popping as he stretches. Buck sits up, throwing his legs off the couch

Eddie has no qualms about stretching out on the sofa, head in Buck’s lap as he curls tightly into the blanket, grumbling under his breath as he gets comfortable, shifting this way and that. Buck bites his lip to keep his laughter in as Eddie’s grumbling turns into a few outright swears before he realizes where he is and glances around for little ears.

“He’s still asleep,” Buck reassures him, unable to hide the fond amusement in his voice. Eddie sends him a look before a smile overtakes his expression, eyes slipping closed as he turns his face towards Buck’s stomach.

It’s when he glances back at his phone that Buck realizes he should’ve grabbed it before Eddie laid down, and quietly, he stretches one leg out, hooking a foot underneath the coffee table and carefully dragging it closer.

Clearly not as careful as he thinks he’s being, because Eddie reaches up to smack the back of his hand weakly into Buck’s chest. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Getting my phone,” Buck explains sheepishly. Eddie’s eyes open, incredulous but still too fond for it to land as an insult, and Buck settles back in his seat, dropping his palm over Eddie’s eyes so he doesn’t have to look at them anymore.

Eddie chuckles quietly, blindly unfolding one arm from the blanket to reach out, patting the coffee table. It’s comical, the way he’s flailing to find Buck’s phone, and he can’t help the laughter that escapes him when Eddie lets out a triumphant sound as his fingers bump into it.

“Here. Now let me sleep,” Eddie says, shifting until his nose is buried in Buck’s shirt. Buck takes his phone from him, catching Eddie’s wrist before it can disappear into his blanket.

It’s still red at parts, and Buck knows this is the arm that tends to ache on colder days. Carefully, he slides his hand against Eddie’s, massaging the ache that has to be lingering between his fingers and along his palm.

“You could’ve just shoved me off, you know,” Buck tells him. “I would’ve fallen back asleep instantly.” Eddie hums under his breath, a non-committal answer that has Buck dropping his free hand back in his hair, pulling admonishingly. “I’m serious.”

“I’m pretty sure I wasn’t thinking with any of my higher-order functions last night, Buck,” Eddie says. “Or right now, for that matter. Can I sleep now?”

Buck goes to pull his hand out of Eddie’s, but he tightens his grip on it, pressing a kiss to the back of it before letting go, throwing the blanket over himself again.

Sure, there’s a perfectly good bed a few paces over where Buck won’t disturb him with his fidgeting, but Buck likes to keep Eddie close, and mornings are always precious time where he’s more willing to let himself lean into the things he wants.

“You’re a teddy bear,” Buck says matter-of-factually. “A cuddly one.”

It’s not a new thing to him — Eddie might look all tough, but he’s as pliable as wax is. And he’s more tactile than anyone gives him credit for — a fact that Buck found out during the pandemic, and has never let go of since.

“Yeah, yeah,” Eddie breathes, eyes shining briefly as they meet Buck’s, faintly rimmed in exhaustion. “Well. To you, at least.”

It’s Buck’s turn to hum contentedly as he picks up his phone, burying his hand in Eddie’s hair and pressing his fingers into his scalp as he checks his text. He’s hardly been doing it for five minutes before Eddie’s breathing evens out, his expression slack where he’s still turned against Buck’s stomach.

Buck flicks over to his texts and shoots Chris one, letting him know his dad is asleep in the living room and not to make much noise when he comes out. He doesn’t get much more than a thumbs up on the message, and then three dots before a message for breakfast pops up in the way only a teenage boy could ask, but Buck’s chest warms at the normality of it all — like this is where he belongs.

Eddie snuffles and shoves closer, his fingers twining tightly into Buck’s shirt as if he can hear the thoughts racing through Buck’s mind.

Buck looks down at him, his hand cradled carefully around Eddie’s head, and thinks to himself — yeah. With the man who’d rather contort himself into uncomfortable positions than wake Buck up resting peacefully in his arms, Buck’s never been more sure of anything.

This is exactly where he belongs.

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