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homerforsure · 3 months

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Buddie first time sharing a bed as a couple? If the inspiration hits?

-@try-set-me-on-fire

Hey! I did this!

It's also inspired by another Six Days of Buddie piece from @andavs (This one!) and it's a little bit... all over the place? But I think it turned out cozy and soft and heaped with love which feels pretty Buddie to me.

sleep safe and warm

2k. Rated T. On AO3 at the link above and also below if you prefer

Mostly Buck takes the golden retriever comments in stride. His teammates find them funnier than he does, but there’s such genuine warmth and fondness in the jokes that he’s perfectly happy to enjoy the metaphorical ear scratches rather than get offended at the comparison.

Tonight though he’s on the verge of a serious case of the zoomies. He wants to bounce around in circles on Eddie’s bed, rolling onto his back and rubbing his body all over the sheets until his scent is as deeply embedded there as Eddie’s own. Maybe if he could bark, he’d have a way to express some of the boundless joy that’s been building all day in his chest.

He’s sleeping with Eddie tonight.

Not like that. They’ve already done that in the twelve weeks since Eddie took Buck’s face in trembling hands and kissed him like it was what he’d want to do if they only had one minute left on Earth. They’ve done it upside down and backwards and sideways and one time at a particular incline that gave Buck a glimpse of God.

Although that did take longer than Buck would have expected. They may have started slow and careful in the beginning, both of them half afraid they’d shatter the dream by grabbing it too tightly, but once they got used to touching each other, it was hard to keep the spark from erupting into flame with each brush of their lips. But keep the inferno at bay they did, ripping away from each other at the last minute even when doing so started feeling like ripping off a part of their own bodies.

Buck’s fear went from familiar–what if he wasn’t good enough, what if he couldn't satisfy Eddie in all the ways he needed to be satisfied–to newer and more terrifying possibilities. What if Eddie didn’t want to have sex with him? What if what Buck had thought of as the beginning of the rest of his life was only the beginning of a failed experiment. That fear built until it was more unbearable than the permanent case of blue balls he’d come down with.

“Why?” he’d asked–pleaded really–with an almost pathetic whine when Eddie ended a scorching kiss by pulling away from Buck on the couch to stare into his eyes while he caught his breath and then said, “I should go.”

His legs tightened around Eddie’s waist almost of their own accord and Buck wasn’t proud of it. He didn’t want any of the things he wanted from Eddie–with Eddie–to come with pressure or ultimatums or anything other than the same longing that was turning his own blood to fire whenever they were alone together. But he wanted. He wanted so badly he couldn’t think straight and he couldn’t keep letting it go this far only to find out they weren’t racing for the same finish line. He had to know what Eddie wanted from him–from them.

Pain flashed across Eddie’s face so close to Buck’s own that he could see every sharp facet of it, but it didn’t give him any more understanding.

“I’m sorry,” they said at the same time.

“No, I am,” Buck insisted. “I want you to stay, but you-you-you should go if- You don’t owe me anything, okay? I just- Am I… Am I doing something wrong? Do you not want-”

It was still a little too vulnerable maybe, a little too needy; his legs still didn’t untangle themselves from around Eddie. It was the best Buck could do.

Eddie didn’t make any move to pull away though. He stayed braced above Buck with that pained, half-tormented look on his face and it gave Buck more hope than it had any right too.

“I want to stay,” he said, finally. “I want everything.”

Carefully, gently, Buck asked, “Okay. So- so why are you talking about leaving?”

Holding Buck’s gaze, Eddie seemed to turn over the question in his head before making a frustrated sound and ducking his head. He kissed over Buck’s bare chest, his collarbone, like he was seeking answers in his skin and Buck dared to bring his hand up to Eddie’s head, not with any pressure to hold him where he was, but with what he hoped was reassurance.

“I love you,” Eddie said.

A shiver coursed through Buck as he answered, “I know. I love you too.”

“And this is it. This is…There’s no going back. And I’m afraid- I’m afraid.”

He sighed heavily and pressed another kiss to Buck’s shoulder, trying to tell him without words that the fear was his own, that it wasn’t about Buck or the ways that Buck might fail. And Buck understood that unspoken reassurance so easily and clearly that it made him smile in spite of it all. “You think we can go back now?” he asked lightly, his fingers scratching on Eddie’s scalp.

Eddie huffed a laugh into Buck’s throat the way Buck was hoping he would and Buck felt the shake of his head.

“Me either,” he said. “And I’m scared too, but I don’t- Eddie, I don’t want to go back. You- You’re already inside me in every way that matters and I’m- Sex is just… more. It’s more of that. It’s more of you. And I can’t really be scared of that.”

“Christ. How can I not fuck you after that?” Eddie asked. As he lifted his head again, his smile was teasing, but his eyes were filled with so much softness and so much love that Buck’s cock throbbed in his jeans against Eddie’s thigh and they both melted into laughter.

It hadn’t happened that night. Laughing gave way to kissing gave way to whispering in the dark, exchanging fears and together transforming them into hope. The next time they fell together, a few days later, they didn’t break apart.

They hadn’t been able to stay in bed that afternoon, however, and since then, their schedules and circumstances had seemed to conspire against them, keeping Buck from the one place he wanted to be more than anything. But tonight it’s happening.

In the bathroom, Eddie is brushing his teeth like Buck did just moments ago and the sound of the running water almost gives him butterflies in his stomach.

With a grin on his face that he can’t suppress, Buck crosses the room to the side of the bed he knows is about to be his and makes sure his phone charger is plugged into the wall behind the side table. He changed his clothes already, soft shorts, soft shirt, warm socks so there’s nothing left to do but pull back the covers.

Sliding into the fresh sheets almost feels like a sigh. They’re cool on his bare legs but the comforter is heavy enough that he knows it’ll start trapping the warmth of his body in a few minutes. The warmth of their bodies. Buck’s been on his own for a while now and he’s never really stopped missing that sensation of having another person beside him. It’s a different kind of pleasure than sex, intimate and vulnerable in its own way, and comforting. The sound of easy breath in the dark and weight of another body settles him like nothing else does.

He can still hear Eddie moving around the house, peeking in on Christopher and checking the locks on the doors, and Buck finds himself, like he does in most moments where he has to wait, with his phone in his hand and a question typed into the search bar.

By the time Eddie appears in the doorway, he’s engrossed and he misses the soft smile that’s sent his way. But as Eddie gets closer, the floor creaks and Buck looks up in time to watch him strip off his shirt and dig around in his drawer for a different one. It brings to mind the first time Buck saw him do that motion, the first time he saw Eddie at all, and he could laugh at what the expression on that Buck’s face would be if he could tell him that the envy and fear he felt in that moment would collapse so quickly into admiration and then grow into love.

That Buck didn’t even know that love could feel like this: as comfortable as an old sweatshirt, stolen just because it’s been loved so thoroughly by the one you love, as safe as a solid platform overlooking a breathtaking view. He’d probably be flexing now, making sure Eddie didn’t regret his invitation, because he couldn’t comprehend that he didn’t need to. Buck was so glad for all the versions of himself that he’d finally brought them here.

Dropping his worn clothes into the hamper and, after a thought, picking up Buck’s from where they’ve been kicked into the corner and dropping them inside too, Eddie asks, “Do you want the other blanket?”

“No, this is good.”

“Good. Cause I left it in the living room and that’s a long walk.”

He slaps the overhead light off as a punctuation to the joke but Buck can feel his teasing smile even before his eyes adjust to the newly dim space. The floor creaks again as Eddie passes over the worn spot and then he’s pulling back the covers on his side of the bed, sending tingles sprinting up and down Buck’s legs.

The bed dips and cooler air sneaks in. Eddie slides in past the invisible center line of the bed and puts a warm hand on Buck’s thigh. “All good?” he whispers against Buck’s throat, mouthing kisses up his neck and down his jaw until Buck finally turns his head away from the article he’s reading and tilts his head to let the kisses land on his lips.

“Perfect.”

“Good,” Eddie smiles against his mouth and kisses him one last time, “Good night.”

“Night.”

Eddie snuggles down onto the mattress, not bothering to scoot back over to the other side of the bed and a contented sigh escapes into the dark.

“Did you know Ben Franklin and John Adams slept together once?” Buck asks.

After a beat, Eddie asks, “Which John Adams?”

“I don’t- Why does that matter?”

“I don’t know. Why are you reading about Ben Franklin’s sex life?”

“They didn’t have sex. I mean, maybe they did, the article doesn’t say. But they slept together like in a hotel because back in the day people didn’t really sleep by themselves as much. Even when beds were invented, you know, the whole family just piled in like, like puppies. The twin bed thing didn’t happen until later.”

“I bet George Washington got his own room,” Eddie mumbles.

“Probably.”

“What about Franklin and Adams? Did one of them get morning wood and make it awkward?”

“Uh, it says they fought about whether to keep the window open or closed all night.”

“If it smelled as bad as the bunkroom in August, I’d vote for open.”

“When Bobby makes that really garlicky sauce,” Buck snorts.

“Oh god. You know he only does that because he gets his own room.”

“Of course he does.”

Buck smiles down at Eddie and then scrolls back through the article. “And did you know that “hit the hay” actually comes from people shoving hay in like a sack and-”

“Buck,” Eddie says. “I love you. And if this is your idea of a bedtime story, it’s very very effective.”

“Right,” Buck laughs. He clicks off his phone, setting it on the side table, and the room goes fully dark.

As he snuggles down into the blankets, Eddie makes room for him, scooting just enough so that Buck has room to lay down and roll over without risking a fall to the floor. Then he throws an arm over Buck’s waist and it’s Buck’s turn to sigh as he snuggles in closer.

“We’re not inviting anyone else in here,” Eddie says. “I don’t care if they are a founding father.”

Eddie’s t-shirt is soft under Buck’s fingers when he says, “No. Not sharing.”

“And we’re not doing twin beds either. You’re going to stay right here.”

His lips brush Buck’s forehead and every part of him that wasn’t already melted into calm settles now. Their bodies are warming the blankets. Eddie’s arm is a comforting weight on his body, like a harness attached to a lifeline. With his hand on Eddie’s chest, Buck can feel the slow, steady beat of his heart and he moves to put his head there instead. Both of them drape over each other and tangle together and Buck is never ever going to be able to sleep as well any other way.

“Even if Bobby makes garlic sauce?” he whispers.

“Well. Maybe we’ll open a window.”

#buddie fic #eddie x buck #911 fic #911 fanfic #eddie diaz #evan buckley #sharing a bed #soft boys in love #allison writes

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wolfiemcwolferson · 10 months

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piarles + 8 for the romance prompts pleasee🥰

Piarles + “You’re being particularly annoying” for you, darling.

Pierre didn’t even know he still owned a blender.

In fact, he was sure that his last one died a sad death and he hadn’t replaced it specifically to piss Ben off, so he’s not sure where Charles got a blender. He’s also not sure where he got the little speaker he took into his shower this morning and normally it wouldn’t matter.

Pierre has more of Charles stuff in his place than he does and he thinks Charles place in Monaco is probably the same in reverse because that’s the way things work between them, but THIS MORNING? This morning Pierre had made it clear that he had things to do.

But it had been a constant deluge of NOISE since Charles rolled his way out of bed this morning.

First the speaker, then he was digging something out of Pierre’s guest closet and he had knocked a stack of boxes over and after that it was the loud conversation he had with Arthur on FaceTime and now finally the damned blender.

“You’re being particularly annoying.”

Charles doesn’t even turn around to look at him as he pours his disgusting blended thing into a glass he will absolutely not rinse out.

But Pierre has seen all of Charles’ moods and all of his…everything.

“Do you want to tell me what’s going on? Why you’re in such a mood?”

Charles still doesn’t turn, just lifts the glass off the counter, taking a noisy slurp from it, daring Pierre to say something else. Pierre won’t.

Or at least he’s not planning to until Charles says, “Have you really forgotten our anniversary, Pierrot?”

Pierre wants to laugh.

He also wants to groan and pull Charles back against his chest and kiss his neck and distract him because he genuinely doesn’t know what Charles is talking about and he knows this will be another…well, a fight isn’t the right descriptor.

It’ll be Charles pouting while Pierre attempts to make it up to him in some way.

“You have been on the phone all morning,” Charles accuses, finally turning to face Pierre and he watches in real time when Charles’ pupils blow.

Because he knows all of Charles.

Pierre leaning against the doorframe in nothing but a pair of sweatpants and his arms folded over his chest?

Charles won’t be able to resist that.

“Our anniversary?” Pierre laughs, one eyebrow raised.

“I hate you.” Charles mumbles, setting the glass down - dangerously low to the edge of the counter - before talking the four steps into Pierre’s space, bumping his arms with his own chest.

Pierre unfolds his arms only so he can fold them around Charles’ body. “You don’t.”

“I do,” Charles insists, but it’s halfhearted.

Pierre holds him close. Pierre holds him close and thanks his god and two others that Charles is his.

Even if he has to celebrate a half dozen anniversaries every year.

“I made reservations.” Pierre whispers and Charles makes a content noise. “But I do have to finish my calls so maybe you could not be so -“

Honestly, it’s his fault that he didn’t step away before finishing that thought. He’s going to have to wear a damn turtleneck to dinner to hide the bite mark on his neck.

#piarles #charles is a biter #jot that down #soft boys in love

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the-likesofus · 1 year

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color me in, make me your own

9-1-1 on Fox | buddie | 1k words | established relationship, marriage proposal, sidewalk chalks

I have spent all day feeling like I wanna vibrate out of my skin so I wrote this as a distraction. Have some soft boys in love xx

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The chalks were for Chris. Buck had brought them online and had them sent to Eddie’s house while they were in isolation. He had thought they might be a fun way for Chris to keep himself occupied while he was stuck at home and couldn’t go to school or hang out with any of his friends. Eddie and Buck had sat squished in next to each other on the couch watching Chris open the packet via video call and the bright grin Chris had flashed them as he excitedly babbled about all the cool things he was going to draw had been enough to ease the desperate ache in Eddie’s chest, if only briefly.

Post pandemic the chalks had been lost to the back of the cupboard as trips to the park and the zoo had taken priority. This week though, Chris has been stuck at home with the chickenpox and the chalks have served as a great distraction from the near-constant itching.

Eddie has always hated any time he and Buck end up on different shifts, especially since they started dating, but he has to admit it has worked in their favor in this case. Knowing that Buck can be at home with Chris has certainly eased Eddie’s conscience and the near-constant updates and photos Buck has been sending while Eddie he is at the firehouse have eased the pang of being away from his partner and his sick kid.

He knew to expect the chalks before he even left the station, having seen them featured in most of the pictures from that afternoon but finding Buck sat out on the footpath by himself is a surprise.

“Hey!” Buck greets him as Eddie gets out of his truck. “Chris is inside taking a nap, he finally wore himself out.”

Eddie drops his bag on the lawn and crouches to kiss Buck hello. He hums against his lips, savoring the sweet taste of his boyfriend soaked in the late afternoon sunshine.

“Rough shift?” Buck asks as Eddie finds a blank spot on the pavement to sit nearby without smearing the carefully drawn images that decorate the footpath.

“It wasn’t that bad. Mostly run-of-the-mill calls.” Eddie shrugs and reaches out a hand. Buck meets him in the middle, passing him one of the pieces of orange chalk and Eddie starts absentmindedly doodling small shapes next to his feet. “Oh, but we did have one cat-up-a-tree call, and when we go there the caller literally had about thirty or forty cats roaming around.”

“Oh, Bobby would have had a field day.” Buck laughs.

“Yeah, the place stank. Animal control had to be called. Chim had kittens stuffed into every pocket of his turnout.”

Buck passes Eddie a green chalk while he asks for the orange one in exchange. Eddie passes it to him and shuffles around to find another patch of empty concrete. The movement puts his back to Buck but he leans against his side and kisses his shoulder briefly before turning back to his work in progress.

They work in comfortable quiet for a while before Buck pipes up again and Eddie can almost guess what he’s about to ask before he even says it.

“Do you know which shelter they took them all to?” Bingo.

“No, Buck. We are not getting another cat.”

Buck turns around to grin at him in that cheeky way of his that’s one step away from puppy eyes and begging. “You said that last time.”

Eddie sighs and waves his hand dismissively. “Yeah, well. Cosmo needed a friend and Hulk was so small, I couldn’t just leave him at the shelter.”

“You mean you couldn’t say no to Chris?”

“Yeah, well you taught him that face and you know I can't say no to it. You can’t either.” Eddie sighs, His small collection of stick figures and lopsided cartoon animals look like a kindergartener drew them next to Christopher’s many detailed pieces. He adds his chalk back to Buck’s pile, stands, and brushes his palms off on his work pants, leaving smears across the thighs. “Speaking of, he’ll be awake and hungry soon so I’ll go check on him.”

He presses a kiss to the soft curls at the crown of Buck’s head—loose and gel-free, just how Eddie prefers them—and turns towards their front door only to be stopped in his tracks by the brightly colored rainbow lettering that has appeared in front of Buck, each letter carefully drawn in clear broad strokes.

WILL YOU MARRY ME?

Below is an image depicting three figures holding hands and two pointy-eared and long-tailed blobs that could only be Cosmo and Hulk. It is just as carefully and lovingly drawn as the words above and Eddie cannot even begin to describe the warm feeling that is bubbling up inside him.

“Ah, Christopher actually drew the picture. He said he wanted to help and that I would get it wrong.” Buck ducks his head bashfully while Eddie’s heart feels like it's about to leap out of his chest.

“Buck.”

“I have a ring,” Buck adds quickly, glancing up at Eddie’s, no-doubt, stricken face. “I mean, not on me, it's inside but–”

Eddie doesn’t give him a chance to finish as he pushes Buck back against the footpath—chalk dust be damned—and seals his mouth against Buck’s firmly. He kisses him deeply and brushes his hands up Buck’s sides to fist into his t-shirt and when he pulls away he leans their foreheads together he breathes heavily, watching the way Buck’s eyelashes flutter against his cheekbones which are stained with a vibrant pink that matches the smear of chalk adorning his chin.

“Yes.” Eddie breathes out between planting a kiss to one of Buck’s cheeks and then the next. “Yes.”

Buck grins up at him, all teeth and pure joy and then they’re both laughing, and Eddie sinks down to wrap his arms around Buck’s shoulders and bury his face in his neck as he breathes him in, content to ignore nosey neighbors and passing cars as they lay plastered together on their front walk-up. Buck’s arms wrap tightly around his back and one hand finds its way into Eddie’s hair, pressing his face closer as Buck drops a kiss to the side of his head and whispers in his ear. “I love you.”

Eddie lets out a wet chuckle and mouths at Buck’s throat. “I love you too. I’m gonna marry the hell out of you.”

Buck laughs, so deep it rumbles through Eddie’s chest where they are pressed together and he cannot help but squeeze him tighter and laugh with him.

#buddie #buddie fic #buck x eddie #911 fox #911 fic #meegs writes stuff #just having one of those days #writing this helped make it better #eddie diaz #evan ‘buck’ buckley #established buddie #marriage proposal #soft boys in love

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monsterrae1 · 4 months

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Giveth me a drabble from song #57. Eventually. In the near distant future.

I'll forget I sent this and it will be a true surprise. A present for moi.

Eddie walked into the house and slowly took off his jacket, wincing at the pull it caused in his shoulders, old injuries acting up, plus a long hard shift hadn't been kind on his body, and he just wanted to drive straight home and pass out. That didn't happen, what ending up happening was that he was stuck in traffic for hours, his parents calling him pushing for him and Chris to visit soon, and on and on.

It probably wasn't that bad, but Eddie was too tired, and he felt too raw, he felt too jaded, a lot of the calls from today had been long and some of the them had hit too close to home; making over think every single thing in his life. Making him doubt.

When he finally made it home he wanted nothing but to take a hot shower and pass out for the next handful of hours; instead of heading towards the bathroom down the hall, he felt a pull towards the kitchen, lured there by the soft humming coming from his boyfriend.

Eddie couldn't really tell what song it was, only that he loved the sound of it coming out of Buck's mouth. The kitchen smelt like roasting meat and vegetables, something slightly spicy and savory, something that Eddie was probably going to love.

Buck hadn't noticed him arriving, he was lost in his own world as Eddie leaned against the doorframe and watched him move around the kitchen like it was his own - Eddie supposed it kinda was, since Buck tended to do most of the cooking, even before they got together.

Eddie felt at peace, whatever restless energy was still going through him, finally disappearing now that he was home, truly home, watching Buck cooking and humming like no one was watching him.

"Eds!" Buck said once he turned around and caught sight of Eddie, "How long have you been there for?" He blushed a little and Eddie couldn't help but to walk to him and wrap him in his arms.

"Hum the song again?" Eddie said, kissing the corner of Buck's mouth "Please?"

Buck restarted his humming and Eddie started to swing them around the kitchen, moving slowly, laughing as they went.

"Are you okay?" Buck asked him once they had stopped moving, Eddie hummed and kissed him again.

"I am now," Eddie said, kissing him one more time.

#rae answers on main #nicole ✒️#buddie #buddie ficlet #this isn't edited so i really hope it doesnt suck!#soft boys in love #I’m too lazy to tag anyone so lets hope this doesn’t flop

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whumpcereal · 2 years

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please give me the sweetest, tightest, most tearful hug between jack and joe.

behavior modification, future snippet

They’re sprawled on the couch watching Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade for the fiftieth time when Joe’s phone buzzes to life. Incoming Call from Stanley Bridgewater. Their lawyer. Well, Joe’s lawyer. He can’t work for Jack in any official capacity because Jack doesn’t have rights to legal counsel.

Joe’s gut lurches. Stanley’s last call wasn’t exactly encouraging. WRU’s representatives wouldn’t even meet with him after Jack’s press conference, and they’d started floating the idea of legal recourse against Joe for violating his terms of ownership. Stanley had told them not to worry, but–

“Who is it, baby?” Jack asks, jolting Joe back into the present moment.

“Stanley.”

Jack’s face suddenly pales. “Oh.”

The phone keeps buzzing. Joe leans over to kiss Jack’s cheek, and he lets his forehead rest there. He can feel Jack stiffen beside him.

“I’m sure it’s fine,” Joe says, but he knows that he isn’t convincing either of them.

“Yeah.”

Joe sighs. “I guess I’d better–” he wiggles the phone.

Jack nods mechanically. “Yeah, you’d better.”

Joe sits up and answers the call. “Hey Stanley.”

“Joe,” Stanley says, his tone clipped and professional as ever. “I know that it’s late, but there’s been a development.”

“Oh. Okay. Should I–”

Stanley clears his throat. “I’d like to speak to Jack, if I could.”

“Oh, uh, yeah. Yeah, of course.”

Joe looks over at Jack, who’s managed to curl himself into as small a ball as he possibly can against the opposite arm of the couch. His blue eyes are fixed on the television screen, but Joe knows he isn’t watching the movie anymore. His toes curl tight against the couch cushion.

“Baby?” Joe says, and Jack nearly flies off the couch. Joe stretches to hand him the phone. “Stanley wants to talk to you, baby.”

Jack stares at the cell phone as though it might bite him. He isn’t used to this, Joe knows. Jack’s been at every meeting, but everything goes through Joe. That’s how it’s had to be. Jack doesn’t remember what it is to have his own voice; he hasn’t been allowed to use it for so long.

“Me?” he asks.

“That’s what he said.”

Jack doesn’t move.

“Jackie?”

Jack squares his jaw and nods, “Okay,” he says, almost to himself. He takes the phone from Joe, wrapping his other arm around his ribs, like he’s bracing himself for impact. “Stanley?”

His hairline sinks backward, but Joe can’t read his expression.

“Yeah.” Jack’s voice is hoarse now. He sucks in a wincing breath. “It–it is?” His eyes brim with tears.

Joe moves closer, resting his hand on Jack’s knee. If it’s bad news–if they can’t void the contract, if Joe’s being sued–they’ll get through it. They’re stronger than WRU knows. Jack is stronger than WRU knows.

Jack’s free hand finds Joe’s, and their fingers lace together on top of Jack’s knee. “Is there anything I–” he lets go a sound that’s almost like a laugh, and a tear slips down his cheek. “No. It’s just–really? Just like that?”

Jack is shaking now, and Joe wraps himself around him, pressing a kiss to Jack’s temple.

“No,” Jack says, and he’s breathless now, barely coherent. “I’m–I just–I wasn’t–I don’t know. I’m–” he shakes his head. “Yeah.” His eyes squeeze shut. “Yeah, thank you, Stanley.”

The call ends, and Jack drops the phone in his lap. He doesn’t say anything.

Joe leans backward, cupping Jack’s cheek in his hand. His thumb brushes away another tear. “What–”

Jack looks up, and his eyes are so startlingly blue that Joe’s heart nearly stops.

And then, he smiles.

“It’s over.”

Joe isn’t sure he’s heard right. “What?”

He sandwiches Jack’s face between his hands, and there are more tears, warm against his fingertips. But, somehow, Jack’s smile doesn’t falter. It grows wider, and suddenly, he’s laughing.

“The contract is voided!”

“It is?”

Joe can’t believe it. It’s been so long–they’ve fought for so long. Jack’s fought for so long. And now–

He looks beautiful. His pink cheeks are tear-stained, but he looks younger, somehow. Happy, Joe thinks. He shakes his head in disbelief.

“I–Joey, I’m–”

Joe stops his mouth with a gentle kiss, and he feels his own tears spill over. “You’re free.”

“I am,” Jack whispers. He leans forward, letting his forehead rest against Joe’s shoulder. Joe feels the press of lips against his pulse point. “Joey, we are.”

It’s Jack’s arms that wrap tight around Joe; Jack’s arms that take what they need, and take it without asking. His touch is not gentle or careful. It is sure, and it is greedy. He pulls Joe to him with strength that he’d forgotten he had.

But Joe didn’t forget. Joe knows how strong Jack is. He’s always known. His arms circle Jack’s ribs, and Jack holds him all the more fiercely.

“Finally,” Joe murmurs. He kisses Jack’s cheek, his nose, his eyes. “Finally.”

And then, Jack lets himself go, sobbing against Joe’s shoulder. He knows that he can. That he’s safe. That he always will be.

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savethedots · 2 years

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#but Josh and Sascha are SO whipped like they invented the word simp

tag by @simonericksson

#druck #druckedit #my stuff #josh zimmermann #sascha belin #spiderwitz #saschisi #soft boys in love #men written by women

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basicallyahedgehog · 2 years

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I wrote this for the wonderful @gallifrey1sburning for the Wheel of Drarry exchange. Thank you to the incredible @hogwartsfirebolt for organising this, the incomparable @coffeedrgn87 for helping me brainstorm and my brilliant @phoebe-delia for the beta.

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CW: Brief mention of blood and injury

I didn’t think I would see you again, after the war. Well, to be more accurate, I didn’t think I would ever interact with you after the war. Our world is too small for us to never cross paths again, but I pictured cold nods at Ministry galas or pretending to not see each other when lining up for the floo after a long day at work.

What I didn’t picture was you walking into the room that first day of Auror training, your face still pale from two months in Azkaban. I didn’t picture the quiet, “it’s ok, I can convert the old janitors closet to a bunk. I know no one wants me.”

I think I already knew, in that moment. I just didn’t know it yet.

What I did know, though, was that there was no way in Hell that you would be sleeping in a cupboard. Fucking Smith offered to move you in — nothing had felt so satisfying as feeling his nose break under my fist.

Apparently no one has ever been written up that fast in the history of the Academy. For once in my life I’m proud of being an anomaly.

Anyway, back to the point at hand.

If I had known in advance that we would be bunking together, here is how I would have pictured it — long stretches of silence broken only when strictly necessary, judging grey eyes looking at my messy side of the room while you keep your things in neat little piles, making do with cold showers after you hogged the bathroom for hours.

I couldn’t have been more wrong.

Instead it was like this: nervous chatter that eventually gave way to friendly conversation, your hands waving wildly as you tell me about all your favourite things. It was sleep-rumpled hair and bleary eyes only ten minutes before Parade, yet the most well-turned-out Trainee 365 days running. It was crinkled sheets and mismatched socks and infectious laughter at all hours of the day and night. It was you seated on the bunk across from me, polishing your boots while quizzing me on stealth techniques.

It didn’t take me long to fall for you. For every casual brush of your body against mine to send champagne bubbles fizzing under my skin, for every wall that I had ever built to come crumbling down.

It did take me a long time to realise it, and I am sorry. I am sorry that I made you wait so long for me to catch up.

I’m sorry I was almost too late.

You were so excited that day. We were freshly-minted Aurors, sharing a tiny flat two streets from the Ministry. After three weeks of paper-pushing we had finally been trusted with a mission of our own, and I could see in your eyes how keen you were to prove yourself.

I wanted to tell you that you had nothing to prove, that you were the best of us, that I saw you.

I wish I had said those things. Maybe if I had you wouldn’t have run in first, wand blazing. Maybe I would have been right there beside you, instead of the opposite side of the old warehouse.

Maybe I would have been able to stop them.

But I didn’t and I couldn’t and instead I was stuck against cold, rusting metal listening to your screams, until they faded out like the blood seeping from your veins.

I don’t know what happened after that. I don’t know how I got free, or how we ended up in St Mungos — or how the criminals ended up tied to the rafters. All I know is that I had to get to you, had to save you.

I knew, then, that it was more than a crush. As you lay in that hospital bed, face paler than the sheets, I knew that I was hopelessly, irrevocably in love with you.

I thought I had missed my chance.

But the universe keeps handing me miracles, at least half of them related to you. After I spent days in anxiety and self-flagellation, you finally opened your eyes. They were groggy and unfocused, but they were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

I won’t repeat what was said then, in that tiny hospital room. Some things are just for us. But know that I have never been happier than I was in that moment, your pale, clammy hand in mine, your voice hoarse with pain and disuse.

Draco, these last three years have been miracle after miracle. When I think about my old perceptions of you, I have to laugh at myself. How could I ever think that you, the softest, warmest person I know, would be cold and unfeeling? How could I ever think that I wouldn’t like you, wouldn’t love you?

I love the way you look first thing in the morning, groggy and sleep-warm, face lined with pillow creases. I love the way you’re always singing, little snatches of melodies or nonsense words. I love the way you are always so put together in public, but wear tatty sweatpants and my old hoodies in the privacy of our own home.

I love how you always make my tea perfectly, even though I’ve never told you how. I love the way you can soothe my nightmares with a single touch. I love how you know me, better than I will ever know myself.

Draco, my love, I promise to always buy new hoodies for you to steal. I promise to hold you close when you’re anxious, and pull you into silly dances when you’re sad. I promise to protect you from the world, not because you need protection, but because you deserve it. I promise to gush about my wonderful husband to all who will listen — and all who won’t.

But most of all, my beloved, I promise to love, love, love you for the rest of my life.

#drarry #wheel of drarry #gift fic #all the good things for GB #soft boys in love #Harry is oblivious but I love him anyway #I got the right account this time 😂

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Finding a worthy gift for Asterius was a labor of love. Mark made phone calls and did research, all in the name of ensuring that whatever he finally presented would be well-accepted.

“ Asterius. ” He wanders outside with one arm tucked behind his back. Mark bestows a kiss upon the other before saying, “ I have something for you. ” From behind his back he produces a wrapped box, not terribly large but decently heavy. It gives a metallic rattle - subtly but there - when shaken.

Inside is a sturdy golden necklace chain, connected to a pale gemstone intricately carved with a regal looking bull head with wide, impressive horns. There’s gold leaf delicately inlaid within the carving to emphasize the image. It’s perhaps not a truly historic piece so much as a lovingly crafted lookalike made of genuine materials. But it’s rather clear that if such an ancient relic of his past had been available, it would have been acquired for him.

Asterius looks up from where he's kneeling, next to a patch of forget-me-nots. Any time Mark comes outside brings a bright smile to his face and makes him hum happily; his sunlight looks so much better in the light, away from the shadows of his dreadful castle.

He gets up and dusts himself off, greeting the actor, unable to stop himself from blushing heavily as he's kissed. "You fluster me, sunshine," he murmurs, headbutting Mark gently, always extremely careful with his horns. At the mention of a gift, he tilts his head to the side. He adores gifts, an instinct he can't quite get rid of. Offerings, gold, gems, flowers, anything that can be given.

Wrapping is... a novelty, and he struggles a little, laughing as he finally figures out what to do. And the gift inside takes his breath away. He delicately traces the carving with his fingers, almost afraid of damaging it, even if he know that would take considerable effort. It reminds him of something he'd seen... so many thousand years ago.

The fur on his face feels wet and he's quick to wipe at it, carefully clasping the chain around his neck. Then, with a glint of delight in his eyes, he surges forward and wraps his arms around Mark, picking him up by the waist and twirling him around.

"Thank you, my king," he murmurs, slowing down for just a moment, just so he can kiss him properly.

#soft boys in LOVE #fourteen sacrifices (ask);;#the actor himself #sacrificed (the actor himself);;

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When Eddie can't sleep, Steve pulls him close so that his face is smooshed against his chest and then he tells Eddie stories about himself, anything to keep Eddie's mind off the nightmares that plague his dreams.

"I beat up a Russian once." Eddie makes a sound of disbelief against his chest, way too tired for actual words. "It's true! I was even wearing my scoops ahoy uniform." He traces Eddie's spine with his fingers, draws little patterns between his shoulder blades and even writes silly things like, 'I love you' onto his skin.

He hasn't actually said that outloud to Eddie yet. "It was totally bad ass. You would have swooned." Eddie hums softly but doesn't reply. If Steve wasn't so afraid of rejection, he would tell Eddie right now that he was so in love with him, he would climb onto the roof and scream it to the whole neighbourhood. The way he clings to Steve and snores softly against his chest makes his heart beat so loudly he's surprised it doesn't wake Eddie up.

He'll have the courage to say it one night, just not tonight.

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #soft boys in love

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Word Count: 7051

Summary: Over the past few days, Buck has watched the shadows start to lift from his friends’ faces with the same relief and trepidation that he’s watched the burns and the bruises and the lightning scar fade in the mirror. He wants it to be over, doesn’t want their worry to twist into a more permanent fear, doesn’t want any more tears or lost hours of sleep. But at the same time… Buck isn’t past it.

Coda for 6.11 "In Another Life.

I finished it! Late, but whatever. A thousand thousand thousand thank yous to @princessfbi, @mellaithwen, @renecdote, @elvensorceress, @fleurdebeton, and @tulipfromtheinternet who all had to talk me off the edge when I wanted to throw this whole thing in the trash. I'm really glad I stuck it out, but also, um, maybe no more codas for me for a little while 😅

#911 fic #buddie fic #911 fanfic #in another life #6.11 #coda #evan buckley #eddie diaz #tv: 911 #hurt/comfort #soft boys in love #allison writes

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scara-writes · 22 days

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paramour

Yandere!Cheating Duke X Duchess! Reader X Yandere!Lover Servant

I just want to write a reader who has the same/more power as/to the yandere(s).

The setting is still in the fantasy/manhwa world, medivial, any setting as long it's not modern.

CW: two yandere, rivals, cheating, consent smut, infidelity.

I'm making the darling a little more forward(?), daring, more power or that can go against a yandere. Atleast, that's what the darling thinks. Also, this is not polished like my other stories.[ Forgive me, I'm not good with smuts! I also love y'all comments and your ask/request(will answer them soon!). The Yandere Emperor and Yandere Crown Prince son really outnumbered the yandere Omega. Y'all are crazy for that!]

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

"Mistress." He murmured. His arms hadn't let go off your waist. It was the first thing your eyes landed on when the sunlight came in to greet a new day from the window balcony. You closed your eyes again to find your way back to sleep again.

Your hands went to trace his back full of scar last night from your nails. You hummed when he gave you a pepper kisses on your exposed skin.

"Morning." He gave you one last kiss on your lips before snuggling between your chest. His arms hadn't move around your waist since last night."Mmmh..morning..." You muttered looking away—eyes still close—from the sun when it kissed your face.

"Do you want me to call the maids to serve you breakfast?" His sweet voice lull to sleep more. You whispered no. Last night, this man gave you something akin to that of heaven, something your husband never gave you.

Last night, you made love with this man. The same man you rescued from the human trafficking, kidnapping commoner from the outskirts of the kingdom. Now, indebted by your kindness he devout himself to you with his life.

You groaned, feeling your body is aching all over. This goes not unnoticed by your lover."Did I hurt you to bad?" He asked. His earth orbs are gleaming with shine and now getting filled with tears. "I-I'm sorry, I was rough with you mistress." His voice full of regret and loathe on himself.

You opened your eyes, ruffling his curly brown hair before stroking it. Staring down at his eyes. "No. You did good." You smiled at him, cupping his face, before kissing him in the lips. He whimpered,deepening his into yours.

The intoxication of alcohol must have taken over you. Drowning yourself from alcohol after your husband didn't arrive on the scheduled date, you waited for him for a whole day to arrive. Alone in the gazebo, Everett was the one who went to your weeping figure. That was a month ago. Everett offered himself to shower you with his love. At first you feel reluctant about this, you will never be the type of person to use someone just so you can feel yourself happy. Everett didn't care about it whether you use him or not. He wanted to prove himself that you are worth to be love. This man made your heart flutter in a way that your husband once gave you before the marriage.

"I-I love what happened last night, my mistress." He whispered bashfully, his pretty swollen lower lip,you bitten hard last night, went to reach his eyes giving you a wide smile. The sun kissed his tan face adding a charming look. His neck has full of bites and bruises from you. His cheeks become a little darker shade from blushing, he must have reminisced something last night.

Now, you made him your lover. Though not completely in love with Everett. You also shower him with items or materials that most commoners would love to have but it doesn't seem like this man is materialistic. He just wants you.

You didn't hide Everett to your husband.

What's the use of hiding your fling to Theodore when he was the first one to cheat on this marriage?

Despite being loyal to that man you loved. He had the audacity to tell you that you shouldn't pry on his private his life after you confronted him with a newly hired maid going out. "Our marriage contract states that the two parties should not meddle one another's private life else this contract shall be annuled."

So all of his flexing his love for you was nothing but a hoax? A show? A lure for you to agree to marry him?

Though, your marriage with him was for the politcial marriage. You once fell in love with Theodore. The same man who gave you flowers everytime you two date, the same man who kissed in your cheeks after he walk you home, the same man who always writes poems about his devotion to you. Did he pursuade you to continue this marriage by making you love him so that the two duchy became one? It may seem like you wanted this marriage at first. You didn't, your family wanted it and they have asked you—no annoyingly, they plead you to marry him, because your parents and his parents signed a contract that their children will reunite the two duchy.

"Your ladyship, the duke asked for your audience to join him in the breakfast." Your butler from the other side of your room, outside the door, knocked and speaks after. You frown upon hearing it, looking at the closed door, what does he want?

You feel strange about your husband nowadays. He had been asking for your presence this past few days. Never once he called for you after your wedding with him.

You clicked your tongue and turn to look at your lover. You saw Everett's face was frowning too. "Fine, tell him I'll be there." You announced to the butler. You look back at the man leaning his weight on you. You tap the curly haired lover to let you go from his hold yet he didn't budge after moving yourself to sit up instead you heard yourself going 'oomfh!' and find your lips were on his again. You groaned while he moaned weakly. He pushed you down on the bed, his lips never leaving yours until you were out of breath. A string of saliva trailed between your mouths. Everett was smiling before diving his lips into your skin, to one of your chest, fondling the other. You feel a little ticklish and panting at his stimulation. "Eve—! Wait! Ah..." Your voices went unheard, The male's mewling sucking on to your flesh like thirsty man who hadn't had a drink.

Your hand went to tug his hair as you moaned out his name. "Shi—Eve... Oh! S-stop... Ah.."

His other hand goes to put one of legs above his back and parted the other leg, accessing himself between you even more."m-mistress!"

You groaned when you felt him grind between you. He looked at you with a pleading eyes, he look like he will cry again, the tears filling up yo the side from his eyes. "M-mistress." He whined his mouth was already in another mound. You feel his hardness between. "p-please? I'll be good! Please... huff..I'll make y-you feel good!"

Your eyes are hazy from the pleasure. "You want.. hah... it?" His eyes getting filled again with tears. You tug him by the hair not enough to hurt him. You landed your lips on his ears. Panting and breathless when you felt his hands is still fondling your body. "You got..ngh... to earn it, pretty boy." You murmurs made him whimpered. "You have to be my good boy... Are you my good boy?"

He nod, a tear fell down to his cheeks, he leaned down to your lips, murmuring, i-am-your-good-boys, thank-yous and I-love-yous.

The room filled with noises that could make anyone flustered and uncomfortable. You didn't realize from your high you are feeling that the butler is coughing uncomfortably behind the door excusing himself as he will inform the duke what you told him earlier.

You went down the stairs with a difficulty, aching between your thighs. You can't find any dress to cover the one hickey on your neck, Everett apologize and helped you cover it with a foundation but it failed horribly from covering seeing that the foundation wasn't blend well and you do not want your maids do it for you. Not when you found out that almost all of them had already been with your husband. You were planning to replace them sooner.

You stopped at the closed door leading to the dinning room. The butler from earlier straightened his posture, clearing his throat after he saw you. He announced your presence behind the door opening the door for you."My lord, your ladyship is here."

You walked in after thanking one of the male servant for pushing the seat for you once you sit across the lord of the household, your husband, the Duke.

The breakfast before you was served cold. If you have arrived earlier you could have eaten warm. You glance at your husband, surprised that his plate has not been finished and it looked like he didn't touched it. You noticed his eyes is trained on to you since you came in, yet his eyes isn't on you but to your neck and the way you walk earlier.

His grey eyes seemed to be narrowing, he scoffed. "You're late."

You glance away, picking one of the utensil, stabbing the meat, landing it to your mouth chewing it. You gulped it down before taking another bite. The marinated pork seems to be delicious even if the breakfast a little no warm.

"It seems you are enjoying with your toy a little too much." He added, there was anger rising beneath his voice.

Oh, the egg is a little bland but it is still edible nonetheless.

"There are more new reports about your speculated infidelity to the public. Do you know that?"

You looked at him after eating the last piece of the sunny side egg, smiling: finally acknowledging hus presence."Yeah, what about it? It's not like it will ruin our marriage. After all, you had a numerous of headlines about your 'rumored' infidelity too. Did our contractwas nulled after that? It didn't right?"

"(Y/n)."

"Yes, husband?"

His eyes widened a little before going back on giving you death gaze. "Kick that slave away. I don't like him." He demanded. Though he wasn't shouting. You frowned, how dare he?

"Why would I? It's my decision whether I choose to throw him out or not." L

"I do not want him near my property." He complained, gritting his teeth at the last word.

"This is my property as well!" You sternly answered back. Not leaving another room for an argument.

There was silence between the room.

"... I... don't want him near you." You heard him. You blinked at the sudden word that blurted in his mouth.

You scoff standing up, "I think I had my fill..." You starts walking back to where you enter the room.

"(Y/n)." Theodore called you. You didn't observe the way his eyes longed for you. You were focus on the anger within you. "Are we forgetting something, Theodore?" You questioned.

He pondered, those orb you used to love held a confusion.

"Meddling into your partner's private life will annul this marriage... Wasn't that written in our contract?" You bitterly told him. "Sounds familiar right? Do not dare demand me to throw away Everett." You added.

Finally waiting for this moment for this to happen. Guess he will get to taste his own medicine.

"... As long as we do our part in this household we will act as husband and wife. Is not that what you told me?"

"..."

"Now then, I will excuse myself. I have no longer desire to finish my breakfast here." With that, you leave him there.

When you reach the door, opening it, you were surprise to see Everett waiting outside. "What are you doing here?" You asked him. Your frowned face was replaced with a confusion look before giving him a small smile. The man infront of you return your smile with a small grin, placing one of his arm on your waist."W-well, I feel bored and alone in my own room. So I found myself waiting here w-with the butler. Besides I saw you walking wobbly earlier and I-I am concerned that you might have even more difficulty walking... So f-forgive me for not staying put." The look concern on his face adding the pout from his lips made him look cute.

"What are you a puppy?"You poke his nose giggling as you walk away with him, your eyes went back to talk to the butler. Telling him you want to continue your breakfast at your garden, asking him to make it for a two people. The butler bowing to your order before going to the kitchen area to order the maid.

Your husband on the other hand, loath with rage and jealousy mixing under his eyes. His eyes narrowed especially when the slave you brought in leaned on top of your head kissing at the crown part of your head, leaning to your ear to whisper something akin to sweet talks. The arm around your waist went rub your back.

If only you glance again on Everett's face. You would have caught him giving your husband a smug smirk.

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