#and he sort of hesitates for half a second then does it 🥺

[jyn-ehrso]

they're so soft 🥺

[rosesradio]

saw that post abt very large Percy (freank gym buddies thing), and it makes me want to know if u have more hcs about Big Percy. maybe spicy?

• he doesn’t have any particular thoughts about his body until he starts camp and notices old paintings and pictures from campers past. sure, they’re older and more experienced than him, but percy can’t help but feel insecure when taking in how built they are

• he develops some muscle from years of training and monster fights, though he doesn’t fully lock in with intention (because he’s too busy trying to survive) until after the second war when he goes to frank for help

• he’s very much within the mindset of not just having a bodybuilder look, but also being consistently strong, which is why he does cardio on top of weightlifting etc

• he’s very supportive of the smaller guys at the gym (like leo 💌) and can tell when someone is feeling insecure, and he always has the right words to lift them up 💌 he’s also very kind to the women in the gym and won’t hesitate to protect them from any creepy guys

as for the spicy hc’s 👀 (with a few different ships for variety)…

• percy is pretty surprised to experience just how much his bulking increases his sex drive. he finds himself wanting sex almost every night, or sometimes twice a day. he doesn’t want to bother his partner(s) for that though, and has a lot of secret sessions getting himself off in the shower etc because he feels almost embarrassed 👉👈

• percy and annabeth work out together a lot of the time, and nothing gets him going like seeing her in a tight matching gym set 👀 bonus points if they do a home workout and end up fucking on the mat in the middle of the living room 🫣

• percy sets up challenges for leo to help motivate him—if he wins, percy will suck him off or eat him out, etc. if he loses, leo has to return the favor. percy has some sort of diabolical challenge for leo (like benching xyz weight) and his prize would be topping percy, but the poor guy can only bench like half that 🥺 percy will probably let him hit eventually to be nice tho

• jason play wrestles with percy a lot, but he lets himself be pinned down far too easily and absolutely adores percy’s strength. he loves that there’s someone out there stronger than him that also pleases him and keeps him safe 🥺 bonus points if percy gets to the point of benching more than jason’s weight so he can hold him up against the wall to fuck him 🥵 (and, of course, frank can join in if he reached the same goal 🙂‍↕️)

• nico’s a bit of a wildcard and likes to please percy while he’s working out (nothing too crazy to where they’d get hurt though). he’ll ride percy while he preps with light weights, or experiment with how many sit-ups percy could do while he sucked him off. the best part is when percy breaks, wrapping large arms around nico to hold him close and fuck him how he wants 💌

[ahgasegotarmy116]

OMG I HAVE ANOTHER DRABBLE REQ 😭😭✋🏻.

Can you do a drabble in which jti!jk lifts oc's baby bump

To giver her some relief?😭

(Love the teaser cantt waitttttt)

Haha this is so cute 🥰

Sure I think I can do that 🤭

(Are you talking about the Jimin teaser? I'm sad because it doesn't look like many people are interested in it but I'm glad you're excited about it 🥺💜)

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"Jungkook" I call out for him and I hear footsteps rushing upstairs moments later.

"What's wrong? Are you okay? Is it the baby?" he asks, concern clearly written all over his face and I can't help but giggle at the sight.

"Everything is fine I just can't get up" I relay, embarrassed that it's come to the point where I need his help for something as simple as this but he lets out a huge sigh of relief and helps me up with no hesitation.

"You scared me for a second there" he says and places a kiss on my forehead once I'm steady on my feet. "Sorry, I just didn't know how far away you were and you left your phone in here so I couldn't call you" I say, motioning over to where his phone is lying on his side of the bed.

"That's okay, I'm just glad I was here to help this time" he says, chuckling at the memory of the time I told him it took me almost five minutes of wiggling around to finally get myself out of bed one morning.

He wasn't around since he had to go into the office that day but he made sure that there weren't opportunities for something like that to happen again.

"Why did you have to put such a big baby in me?" I huff, walking over to the bathroom to go pee for what feels like the twelfth time today.

"They're not that big, the doctor says that they're growing at a healthy rate. It's our first baby so your body is still trying to figure out how to cope with it all" he says, leaning against the door frame and making sure that I'll be okay to get up on my own.

"Yeah I know but it sucks feeling this helpless. Plus I feel like I'm about to topple over half the time when they start moving around" I say, the hormones making me a bit more irritable today.

Well you are thirty five weeks at this point so they're running out of room in there" he says, smiling at he watches me struggle to wash my hands with my big belly in the way.

It's not that he likes seeing how difficult it is for me to perform simple tasks like this, he just finds it endearing and loves to help me more than anything.

"Very funny" I grumble once I catch his smile in the mirror and walk past him and back into the bedroom but I don't get too far before he's holding onto me like he always does.

I swear it's some sort of primal instinct or something because for some reason he always feels the need to keep his hands on me at all times.

"Can I try something really quick?" he asks, both his hands snaking around my waist or lack there of because of our ginormous spawn. "Like what?" I ask, sighing in contentment when he places a kiss on my neck, laying my head back on his shoulder and relishing the feeling of it.

"It might feel a little weird for a second but tell me if it hurts right away" he warns and now I'm scared. "What's that supposed to mean?" I ask, trying to turn around and face him but he holds me in place before I can.

"Just trust me" he mumbles against my skin and after thinking about it for another second or two I nod my head and wait for whatever it is he has planned.

He runs his hands all along my stomach and then rests them right underneath it and when I think he's about to go lower he wraps his arms under it and lifts it up, granting me instant relief and I couldn't control the moan I let out even if I wanted to.

"That good huh?" he chuckles, placing a kiss on my temple and lifting it up a little higher making me melt into him. "You have no idea" I sigh, not remembering what it felt like not having a baby in me until now.

"I've gotta let go soon though" he warns and although I know he would do this for me all day if he could all good things must come to an end.

"One more minute?" I ask and he chuckles and adjusts his hold so he can keep it going for a little bit longer and even when a minute is up he just stays there, holding me as long as he can...

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Hope that was fluffy enough for ya 🥰

I miss this couple sm but I've kinda come to a writer's block for the main storyline but dw I haven't forgotten about them 💜

[spaceprincessem]

hello buddie fandom i have arrived with a fic 🥺

and i’m not good at winning fights anymore | ao3 link  {a 5+1 fic 24k}

There’s mud on his hands. There’s mud on his hands and he has to dig deeper, quicker, because Eddie is forty feet beneath him and surely he can’t breathe because the well is gone and Eddie is gone and Buck can’t follow him.

“Eddie,” his throat feels raw, the words wrong to his ears, “Eddie.”

“Yeah,” Eddie says, holding onto him, “I'm right here, Buck, I’m right here.”

“I can’t—” Buck breaks off, his trembling, dirty hand in the air and Eddie must understand because he takes Buck's hand without question and pulls it to his chest, right over his heart.

{or five times Buck needs to feel Eddie's heartbeat and the one time Eddie needs to feel his}

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1.

“I call cheating,” Buck says in mock exasperation as he turns on the couch, scowling at Christopher, which quickly falls away into a grin.

Christopher laughs, pushing his glasses up his nose before he regrips the controller, accepting the star he just got from a hidden dice block with glee. He laughs again, mimicking the air punch Yoshi does on the screen in front of them. “It’s okay, Buck,” Christopher says with a small shrug of his shoulders, “if I win we get to go out for ice cream.”

Buck raises an eyebrow, “When did we make that agreement?”

“Right now,” Christopher replies cheekily, giving Buck the infamous Buckley puppy dog eyes.

(Which, really, is his fault for teaching the kid how to turn it on at any moment's notice.)

“You realize that I have to convince both your dad and Ana, right?” Buck asks, caving after only twenty seconds.

Christopher pats his shoulder, “Good luck,” he says before he starts the next mini game.

Buck huffs a laugh, half concentrating on guiding Princess Peach through whatever maze challenge the game gave them. He can hear the quiet clink of plates being set on the table, the light, harmonic sound of Ana’s laughter trickling from the kitchen. Buck can picture it. Eddie saying something funny, a dry comment, his nose scrunching as he watches Ana throw her head back, dark curls spilling over her shoulder. Buck pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, forcing the image away. He easily volunteered to help Christopher finish his homework with the promise of video games afterwards if it meant he didn’t have to be in the middle of the Eddie and Ana Show.

Not that he’s bitter.

But, really, he kind of is. He needs to get over it. Ana is Eddie’s girlfriend. It doesn’t matter that Buck is the one who moved in without hesitation, taking care of Eddie and Christopher while his best friend recovers from a gunshot wound to the shoulder. It doesn’t matter that Buck is the one who’s cleaned and cooked the past few months, made sure Christopher gets to school on time (with, blessfully, Carla’s help), and takes Eddie to his physical therapy appointments. It doesn’t matter that he’s given up his perfectly comfortable bed to crash on the not so sleepable Diaz family couch. Eddie and Christopher aren’t his. Not in the way he wants, anyway. He has them, sort of. Kind of. By extension.

The backup plan, he reminds himself numbly.

But Ana has them too, and that is perfectly fine except it’s really not. Buck knows Eddie is almost fully functional and that he’ll be starting back at work soon. He knows he can probably return to his loft, but Eddie hasn’t asked him to leave yet so Buck stays. He’s starting to take the hint from Ana, though. She’s over more often, bringing dinner or taking up the spaces he’s still inhabiting. She doesn’t have to say anything, Buck can read it in her eyes, the slight tick in her jaw. You can go home now, I’ve got it from here. He still thinks she’s upset Christopher requested his pancakes one morning as she was just about to prepare french toast. Buck knows when to wave the white flag, giving her full reign over dinner, if only to let him stay just a little bit longer.

The thing is, he isn’t quite ready to let Eddie out of his sight yet. He’s still waking up in a cold sweat, Eddie’s unfocused and fluttering eyes reflecting the dark, stain of blood pooling beneath his head. It’s been months, months, and every time Buck closes his eyes it’s all he sees. Eddie falling to the ground. Eddie unmoving. Eddie in the line of fire. Eddie disappearing into the emergency room. Eddie dead. Eddie dead. Eddie dead. It’s like Buck somehow bought a ticket to a show that only has one reel, spinning on an endless cycle. The need to see Eddie, the feral pull in his chest — like a hot coil wrapping around his heart — is too strong and he gives in far too easily every time. He sneaks down the hall, pressing into the small crack of Eddie's bedroom door just to make sure the man is breathing.

You have PTSD, Evan, Dr. Copeland explained kindly, you watched your best friend get shot. It’s okay to feel the need to check on Eddie, but you can’t do it forever.

Buck is working on it. He is. Some days are just harder than others. Most days are harder than others, but if Buck is good at one thing, it’s grinning and bearing it. So, he stays, just a little bit longer.

He stays until Eddie doesn’t want him anymore.

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