#THAT'S MY DORKY SISTER !@!

[mirapteo]

thinking of her... 🥹

[welcome-to-green-hills]

Okay okay okay okay okay okay okay… you said that you headcanon Sonic and Amy as twin brother and sister. I can 110% see the resemblance now. They look like twins!

Disaster twin dorks AU….😳😳😳😳

[kedsandtubesocks]

spooky challenge: marcus pike but make it spooky...

I am shaking my fist at the sky because you would simply give me the prompt of just “spooky” and I wanna smack you a pool floatie (also wow I love you)

Thank you thank you so much my darling for sending something in for our favorite sweet guy 🖤

Marcus Pike + Spooky

One of the many things you’re grateful for is that Marcus will humor any of your curious questions or discussions. You enjoyed the moments together when you and him simply talked about anything and everything before heading to bed. Tonight’s discussion had veered into a more haunting direction.

When you had first asked him if anything strange or eerie had happened during one of his investigations, Marcus had sincerely paused. Now his toothbrush sits in his mouth as his face furrows in adorable deep thought.

“No… Can’t say anything’s spooky or creepy has happened during a raid.” Marcus muses.

You teasingly boo disappointed and your fiancé rolls his eyes.

“But you know,” Marcus brightly says as he rinses off his toothbrush looking so handsome in his simple white sleep shirt. “There are art pieces that are considered haunted.”

That immediately perks you up. “Wait, like paintings? Haunted paintings?”

“Yup!” Marcus beams proud.

He begins explaining how various art works have infamous strange occurrences tied to them. Some paintings apparently have moving eyes or faces that distort demonically when looking at them. Others have had actual ghost attached to them that apparently wander the museums they are displayed in. Marcus goes into detail about some paintings that caused viewers to faint from extreme sudden headaches. He even lowers his voice as he tells you a few works are being believed to be cursed and cause extreme unfortunate circumstances to anyone associated with them. It becomes a dark but intriguing rabbit hole you find yourself slipping into.

“That’s…kind of terrifying.”

“You said it.” Marcus sighs.

You can’t imagine something as beautiful as art holding that type of power. So you ask him-

“Do you believe it? That art work can be haunted like that?”

“Why not?” Marcus shrugs simply as he finishes up his nightly routine. “Painting, or any type of art, is a production of someone’s emotions. Who knows what the artist was feeling at the time that maybe stuck to the creation. And besides, art can invoke so many emotions. Who says something a bit more…sinister can’t be invoked too, ya know?”

His words hold a simmering sense of something you think sounds like wisdom.

“There’s even been times in the art storage unit when I have this sort of feel something is… watching me in there. Especially when I’m there alone. So who knows.” Marcus’s voice rings now incredibly so patient and understanding.

It makes you lean forward to kiss his shoulder as adoration warms every inch of you. Marcus beams lovingly and cozy. Your wonderfully sweet fiancé rewards you with a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

“Okay…but do you wanna know what’s really spooky, honey?” He asks now with a low cautious tone.

“Hm? What?” You ask as your curiosity flickers to life again.

“Art theft.” Marcus says serious and utterly somber.

You bust out laughing and now pull away from your ridiculous fiancé.

“What?! Sweetheart, I’m being serious!” Marcus pleads but the laughter leaking in his voice makes you giggle more. “People being greedy and believing art is only for themselves instead allowing it to be available and accessible for everyone is the scariest thing out there!”

Your snickers bounce off against the bathroom walls.

“You might be the only real spooky one here, Agent Pike.” You tease and Marcus huffs playfully upset.

But the simple kiss he placed against your lips has any fear of haunted paintings or even spooky art thieves melting away.

[chibifox2002]

Goons chatting with Aggie!

(I felt like drawing these two hanging out)

[happyfunf3tti]

ummm new comfort character unlocked???

[justlookatthosesausages]

Healing the Blooming Crocus 🎆 chap 18: "Where the north wind meets the sea"

The siblings instinctively turned to each other and exchanged a look. 

“A secret room?” Murmured Anna, her voice weak with emotion. 

Elsa gulped and found herself unable to give anything else than a nod. 

Yes. Another secret. 

Eugene walked to the bookshelf and observed the mechanism that had opened the secret door. He commented out loud about how it actually was a switch on the back of the shelf that worked with a weight. If the weight was removed, the switch would lift and activate the sliding on the bookshelf. That was a clever thing, for nobody ever touched this room in ages according to Iduna’s own daughters. Olaf had lifted a book that hadn’t been touched in a long, long time. 

Kristoff picked it up since the snowman had dropped it on the carpet in astonishment, and flipped the pages. It was a classic book. Sure, it was beautiful, with amazing illustrations, and flawless sewing and finishing touch on the covers. But it had nothing extraordinary. 

“Did your mother often read about architecture?” He asked the sisters. 

“Not really. She wasn’t more passionate about it than I was.” Shrugged Anna. 

She then widened her eyes in realization, and she turned to her elder. 

“Elsa, on the other hand…” 

They all turned to the Fifth Spirit. It was a known fact that Anna wasn’t much into geometry or anything like that. But Elsa was fond of architecture from an early age, and it was too much for a coincidence. Iduna was very well placed to know her daughter’s hobbies and what kind of reading Elsa would pick from her bookshelf if the occasion eventually came. 

The blonde had an emotional breath in. “You think that she left this for me?” She asked her sister with a timid tone, like she was a child again. 

Anna placed a hand on her back. “Whatever is inside, it was meant for you to discover it.” 

Elsa’s emotion was clear now, enhanced by Anna’s words that stated the obvious but reached her heart even harder. Her eyes still fixed on the dark mysterious room, the Spirit didn’t see her sister’s confident eyes and felt genuinely sad to never have known about it before, to be the only one it was destined to, to only discover it now, to have made her mother wait all this time…

“Elsa?” 

The blonde jolted, pulled out of her thoughts. 

“Are you okay?” Worried Anna. 

The elder gulped, retrieving a normal heartbeat and wondering how loud her breathing had been for the past seconds. How long had she been standing still? She looked down at the carpet, focusing on it, and she could sense all the looks on her.

‘No. This shouldn’t be about me.’ 

Her eyes were determined as she looked in front of her again, then she turned to her sister, a slight frown on her features. 

“Anna, this room is meant for you just as well. Mother could have hidden something there addressed to you, not only me.” 

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[melviships]

Okay my sister-in-law looks amazing here

[an-anxious-gay-mess]

Home from college and I can hear my little sister giggling through the wall our bedrooms share. I keep texting her with stupid gifs pretending to be annoyed but secretly I'm filled with so much joy. I never realized I could miss the sound of someone laughing at one in the morning so much

[starlit-mansion]

terrible news... they finally made a fnaf youtooz that i actually want (spingtap)

[killsaki]

Do you have plans to write any other fanfics for Tomura?

i have so many plans !!! so so many !!!

however life is kicking me while i am down, and i haven’t been able to find the motivation in my “free” time to write 😣 but i promise you every chance i get i am brainstorming it up.

[kavehater]

Guys doratorre is so real 🧬🧑‍🔬 💍 🐀

[staycatcher]

Hi!

It would be so much harder for me to pick my favorite Red Velvet album if I didn't have such a vivid image of a beach day while listening to Summer Magic, I can almost smell the sun screen. Another album listen to a lot is Reve Festival Finale! It's fun it's got slow songs, fun songs, zimzalabim. Eyes Locked, Hands Locked is so gorgeous. I think they're one of the best kpop groups, they make my list at least.

I liked that they didn't make Erica a throwaway character! You're right about that 🙂 I'm glad you have Robin! I don't relate to the any of the current characters in Stranger Things in any significant way but when I can relate to a character I get the warm and fuzzies 💖

What's your favorite specific Christmas decoration? Is it the tree, the lights, the star on top of the tree baubles, nutcrackers, etc? I really like the star for the top and tree skirts, the tree doesn't feel decorated until it has both

🔍

Yeah I also feel like Red Velvet deliver such a variety of concepts so it makes it even harder!! So like it’s hard to choose just between the Red concepts n then the Velvet concepts. They are just such great preformere as well!! Like live vocals and also their dances are so engaging to watch! Honestly they’re concept queens for sure~~

I feel like zimzalabim and umpah I feel like people either love or hate but I personally am on the love side!!🤪😵‍💫 thoughts on umpah?👀 I think Russian Roulette is such a fun mv! Peekaboo too. (I guess I just love the mvs where they try to kill each or kill a pizza man… let’s not look into that further)

Yeah I hope we get to see more of Lucas’s family, their parents seem to have such a cute relationship. I’m sure that they have the best relationship out of all their parents (not including joyce n hopper<3) I’m also very curious about Steve’s. Like what’s going on there? A rich, nice house with a pool. That’s basically all we know about Steve’s family. I need to know why Steve is the way that he is, why he’s such a freak (affectionate) <3 and thank you!! I’m happy to have her!!🥰🥰

I especially love the lights!🤩! Where I live lots of people do light show set ups you can drive thru n it’s so sick all the effects they do n it’s just so pretty!! I love to just string lights anywhere too, for decorating I’ve always loved putting garlands all around stair railings n then doing the lights on top!! It’s always the first thing I do n it immediately puts me in the Christmas spirit!! (My mom works 247 so usually it’s me who decorates for xmas at my moms house) But yeah definitely the tree is the mvp! I love to go to peoples houses n see how they decorate their tree. I feel like it’s so personal n unique how each tree can be decorated especially with custom made ornaments or special ones you get. Now that my niece is born we’re starting a new tradition where we bake n make from scratch ornaments from salt clay!! So fun!! Does your family have any specific traditions like this? Mine also has xmas pajamas traditions too. On xmas eve we all get matching pajamas it’s so corny n lame n I love it so much!! If you could start a new tradition to start with the next gen of the family what would you choose?

[charcoaldustonmyfingers]

Some more little character sketches!

Raph gets some pretty badass moments, and his power set is pretty cool! I like how he is more of a wall of defense for the litte fellas on the team, seeing as sai were used not only for stabbing, but also defense and disarming. He reminds me of Leatherhead, one of my favorite characters from 2003, but in keeping with the general characterization of Raphael

My sister used to own a couple pairs of red sai growing up! I used to sneak into the room with all her martial arts equipment and try to mimic the katas I’d see her do when no one was around to tell me off for playing with weapons. I wasn’t all that good at it lol

Also some Dorky Pals and Dog too! I love their friendship

[fhrlclln]

omg wait acolyte!reader sleeping with Qimir not knowing he’s her master and everytime they hookup, she starts to see him become more dominant and possessive in bed. until one time where he just goes something like, “be a good girl (enter nickname that only her master calls her)” and she just realizes it mid ya know lol. i love you 🙇🏼‍♀️

little star | qimir

SUMMARY -> being with qimir elicited fun and peace away from your duties at hand you do for your master. though, your master might be doing the same when his mask slips in the heat of the moment.

qimir x acolyte!fem! reader

masterlist

GENRE -> nsfw/smut

WARNINGS -> unprotected p in v, doggystyle & outdoor sex

WC -> 1.01k

a/n: filth! HAHAHAH LUV THISSS

likes, comments and reposts are greatly appreciated !! <3

enjoy !!

“qimir…”

it was a spur of the moment as always.

you breathily moan out his name as you grip the bark of the tree whilst he pushes his cock further inside you from behind. the sound of the local insects in the forest are accompanied by the noise of qimir’s groans and your breathy whimpers as he pounds into you with such vigor against a tree. it was amusing to say how you two managed to get riled up in the middle of a serious situation, in a rainforest of all places. you had found him hanging by a tree and it turns out mae had put him in that situation.

“i should-“ you breathily say but pausing as qimir harshly grips your hips making you groan. he was demanding and more dominant this time and it makes your core clench at it. “i should save you more often… if this- ah!- is my reward.”

the snap of his hips to the plump swell of your ass is even more rougher and qimir chuckles behind you. he bites his lips, staring down at how your flesh ripples with each powerful thrust he does.

“i’d take you like this from now on then.” he slaps one soft cheek and you yelp at the sudden sting. you turn your head back to look at him, loving the way he was so different than the first time you two had hooked-up.

it was like any other day that time, he visited the remote planet you and your master resided on, delivering fresh supplies as per your master had requested for him. your master had left for a particular agenda that time as he said to you, leaving you to deal with him. you always had an eye on the dorky accomplice and you knew how he looked at you. the subtle too-friendly touches there and you even managed to flirt with him for fun until both of you seemingly snapped at that very night when the tension was too heavy. to say, you rode him on your bed until he was a blabbering mess underneath you.

but now, he seemed to want the upper hand this very moment and it makes your cunt clench around him tight.

"you like the thought of that, huh?" he chuckles lowly. "you want me to fuck you like this?" he snaps his hips rougher and faster and you couldn't quip back at him but enjoy how his cock is spearing inside you with such intensity.

you only nod your head dumbly as you gripped the tree trunk with all your might to not stumble forward with how hard his thrusts are. qimir bends forward, wrapping his arms around your waist and torso, lifting you up to his chest with his strength and you grip his arms for leverage as he wetly kisses your neck.

"oh, fuckkk-" you mewl out as his cock hits the right spot from this angle. you wonder now, if your master would be displeased with you for having this quick romp when you really need to focus on is finding mae and master kelnacca. you dismiss those thoughts for now, wanting to enjoy your time with qimir. you have to deal with mae after this as she had seemingly betrayed the two of you when the information of her sister osha appeared. the master would be very much displeased.

"right there. don't stop. i'm close!" you begged the man behind you and he shakes his head as he kisses your cheek.

"not yet." he cruelly whispers to your ear as his hand delves down to rub your clit and you whined at him.

"please." you tilt your head back to rest it on his shoulder, you could feel your high coming and the thought of cumming on his cock is getting you near there along with his slow circles he is doing on your clit.

"be a good girl for me." he nips your neck. "be a good girl for me, my little star."

you gasped as his thrusts went faster and your eyes widened at the sudden nickname he had said that your master has always called between the two of you. you couldn't really process it for a moment as you were focused on not letting go but your heart is pounding and your mind is in a disarray on what you should focus on. qimir smirks as he surges to capture your lips in a heated kiss as he mumbles between your lips the sweet words you are waiting for.

"come."

you cry out his name and you thrashed in his arms as your orgasm hits you. he fucks you through it as his thrusts became sloppy, he was nearing his high and you let him use you. you now come to a realization, mae or qimir nor anyone knew of that endearment your master calls you. unless...

"master?" you call out to qimir and he groans loudly as he pushes his hips forward and cums inside you. you feel warm all of the sudden as his cum fills your cunt, you're panicking now as he lets go of you and you stumble forward, catching yourself as you stand straight and turn to qimir.

"took you long enough." he grins and you stay frozen, the dawning realization that you had been fucking with your master. shame trembles in you and you think for a moment that you should flee. qimir smiles at you as he reaches towards your shook figure. you let him touch you and you blink dumbly as his cum drips down your thighs. he stares at that with a hungry glint in his eyes and your core clenches. and you think for a moment if this is a good idea but your master has other plans as his hand goes down to your messy cunt mixed with both of your juices.

"come on, little star. we aren't finished yet." you hold your breath for a moment when he towers over you.

but all your shame is thrown out the window as he kisses you.

[kinardgo]

I saw a post a while ago about Tommy and Buck running into Buck's exes, but I'd be interested in them running into Tommy's exes (boyfriend and/or girlfriends)

i spent such a long time fleshing out an OC for this tiny little oneshot but i could not get this out of my head gfhdhsjjdf.

EDIT: okay this isn't tiny and maybe i got over excited.

bucktommy / rated t / prompt requests still open

-

"Tommy?"

Chim stops mid-sentence, hands still up in a gesture, and his mouth is a little open as he looks over Buck's shoulder, behind him. Hen and Eddie seem similarly afflicted. Confused, Buck turns around, and-

Woah.

Buck's not unfamiliar with attractive people - he works in an environment with a lot of hot, athletic people, who do insane, heroic things, and since discovering that he's playing equal time for both teams, the pool of people that are nice to look at has grown considerably. That's a given. But... woah.

Green. Very green eyes.

"Dan! Oh, shit, how long has it been?" Tommy grins, getting up quickly enough that his chair scrapes against the concrete.

Hen and Chimney are doing their freaky psychic parademic mind melding communication thing, which mostly involves a lot of eyebrow movement and head tilting, and Eddie is glancing from Dan to Buck like he's nervous. This was supposed to be a chill little brunch, a catch up between friends. It's nice, being able to bring his partner to brunch like this, the same way Hen brings Karen and Chim brings Maddie. He never brought Ali, or Taylor, or any of his girlfriends. For reasons he could never quite pinpoint, he never wanted to let his worlds collide like that.

But Tommy is already part of his world. He's got inside jokes with Chim and Hen that Buck still doesn't quite get. He brings his own stories about the job, and he can laugh at everyone elses without getting maudlin and worried the way any of Buck's exes would. Tommy is as much a part of Buck's world as Buck is of his.

Except, Tommy's world apparantly has other things in it. Like Dan. Dan with the very green eyes, and the black hair swept carelessly back off his face like he thinks he's a 90's movie star, a little grey peppered at his temples and a t-shirt that has to be at least two sizes too small. Dan with his arm around Tommy's shoulder, and a 1000 watt smile dangerously close to Tommy's mouth, like he's not 100% committed to pulling out of this extremely long hug.

"What are you doing in California? You miss the sunshine?" Tommy asks, his hand still very noticably on Dan's hip.

"Don't even say that, those Oregon winters are no joke," he huffs, "Nah, I'm down for my sister's wedding."

"Emily's getting married? What the hell, she was barely out of college last time I checked."

"Yeah, Tommy, that was six years ago," he laughs, "All grown up now, marrying some IT geek from San Diego. Don't know what he did to deserve her, but my balls have been well and truly threatened if I give him anymore shit."

They chat for another few minutes, completely oblivious to the audience they have, oblivious to the way that Buck's hands are clenching into fists under the table. Tommy's usually so poised, straight-backed, almost stoic. Even his humour is deadpan, but Buck relishes the moments where he can tease easy smiles and full body laughs and dorky jokes out of him. Dan and his pretty eyes seem to have that down pat, too.

"Uh, I feel like I've crashed a party here, Tom."

Tommy blinks, looking back over at their table.

"Shit, sorry," he says, "I should have said. These are the good folks of the 118 firehouse. You probably know Hen and Howie by reputation, and this is Karen and Maddie," Tommy indicates each of them in turn, and they give a wave, "That's Eddie, and this is my boyfriend, Evan."

He says is so casually, like it costs him nothing, and it drags a smile out him the way it always does. Boyfriend. Buck stands, offering a hand. There are still half-cresent marks on his palm from where he'd dug his nails in.

"Good to meet you, man."

"You too, Evan."

"Buck," he says reflexively, "People call me Buck."

"Sure," he says easily.

Tommy is staring at him, face unreadable, but he smiles anyway, polite, almost professional.

"This is Dan Archer, and he used to be the best damn EMT in California," he says, clapping him on the shoulder, "until he deserted us for the PFR."

"Portland, huh? That's a good department to work for, from what I hear," Hen grins, "You guys were trialling those new electric ambulances in 2019, right?"

"Oh, yeah," Dan laughs, "All green, baby. Not that it matters when you're pulling another hiker out the Cascades in mid-December, but for some reason no one wanted to put the funding into my caterpillar-tread gurneys idea."

Chim snorts, "Shit, that's a good one. We should start lobbying for that, Hen."

"Ain't that the truth," she mutters.

"I don't have that problem," Tommy says smugly. Dan punches him in the arm, "You wanna stick around? This place some amazing bruschetta."

The collective inhale the table takes is probably loud enough to hear across the street. Eddie puts his coffee down like he's worried he's going to have to do something that involves having both of his hands free, like restrain Buck.

"Nah, I'm just doing a coffee run, then I've got to get back to the pre-festivities festivities," Dan shrugs, apparantly oblivious, "And maybe buy a shotgun to clean somewhere in view of Samuel."

Tommy laughs, "Give 'em hell, Archer. And don't be a stranger."

"You neither, Kinard," he grins, "I'll take you up on that bruschetta before I head back North."

"You better."

Tommy sits back down, and puts a hand on Buck's thigh. Nothing salacious or suggestive, just the weight of his palm and the heat of his skin. Familiar. The group lapses back into the same kind of easy chatter that they had before. Maddie and Chim talking about something cute Jee had done last week. Hen recounts in detail the call out they got that ended with having to deep bleach the inside of the ambulance. Buck takes a hold of Tommy's wrist, feels his pulse against his fingers, a steady, paitent beat.

-

Tommy's mouth paints lines of heat against Buck's shoulders. He's on his stomach in Tommy's bed - their bed, really, with how often Buck is here these days - propped up on his elbows. There's a book open on the pillow in front of him, something he found on Tommy's bookshelf about the history of the American rail network. It's been open on the same page for the last ten minutes, Buck's eyes somewhere in the middle distance.

There's temptation here, in the form of Tommy's half naked body pressed up alongside his, the hand on his lower back, his mouth. But Buck's mind is going a mile a minute.

"Baby," Tommy murmers, lips pressed to the nape of his neck.

"How do you know him?"

Tommy stills, just a moment where he freezes, before he exhales.

"I don't know if I like you thinking about other men while I'm trying to seduce you."

"Well, he is a very handsome man," Buck mutters, before he can help himself.

Tommy snorts, "Seriously?"

"It's ridiculous," he grumbles, "He's a paramedic, not a model. What's he even-"

Tommy muffles his laughter into Buck's shoulder, his body shaking with it. It should irritate him, it should make him feel belittled and mocked, but the way Tommy curls over Buck's naked back, smudging kisses into his hair and muttering his name softens the blow.

"I'm being an idiot, aren't I?" he says flatly, and it just makes Tommy laugh harder.

"No, Evan, you're being jealous, and possessive, and very sweet," he says, indulgent. Tommy is always indulgent with him, and Buck aches with how much he doesn't deserve it, "I know there's no way for me to say this without it sounding sarcastic, but I really do think that you glaring daggers at my ex like you're thinking about burying him under a carpark is extremely attractive."

Buck huffs, "So, he is your ex."

"Yes, he's my ex," he says, trailing a finger down the dip of Buck's spine, "We dated for nearly a year, the first year I moved to Harbour. He was my first serious relationship after I came out."

Buck doesn't really know what to say to that. Tommy represents a whole lot of firsts to Buck. First kisses, first touches, first fucks. Not first ever, obviously, but a kind of first all their own. And maybe Buck is always going to be a too much, too fast kinda guy, but he can't imagine getting over that, getting over him. Not even after five, six years.

"It ended amiciably. He got the job offer from Portland. Captaincy. Dan's job is important to him, too important to pass it up. I understood that."

"Do you miss him?"

Tommy kisses his shoulder, "All the time. He's been a good friend to me over the years."

"Do you see him very often?"

"Handful of times, since he moved," Tommy smiles, curling his fingers into the hair at the back of Buck's neck, "Came down for Harris' retirement. Couple years ago, we met up while he visiting family. I went up to Portland last year, too."

"Oh?" Buck says, feigning indifference and probably missing it by a mile, "How was it?"

"It was great. Awesome city. Great hiking in the area, and the ceremony was beautiful."

"What ceremony?" Buck asks, jerking up.

"You would have cried," Tommy continues like he didn't even hear him, like he didn't almost just headbutted in Buck's eagerness tosit upright, "I bet you always cry at weddings, but you definitely would have cried at this one. I bawled like a baby."

Buck shoves at Tommy's chest playfully, and he bounces when his back hits the mattress, laughing again.

"What wedding?"

"Dan's wedding," Tommy grins, "to his husband, Jake. Who he loves very very much."

He groans, shoving his head into the pillow, but Tommy doesn'tlet him mope about it for very long. A strong pair of hands roll him flat onto his back, and Tommy wastes absolutely no time in covering his body with his own, pushing between his legs and kissing him halfway to stupid. Which doesn't bode well for Buck, who's pretty sure he was more than halfway there already.

"You're ridiculous," Tommy says fondly, pressing a kiss to Buck's cheek.

"I know," he sighs, "I'm sorry."

Tommy kisses him again, before propping himself upon his elbows, "We're gonna talk about this properly tomorrow, about you being this worried about me... leaving? Or being interested in other people? Whatever it is, okay? We're gonna talk about it, because I don't actually want you to be upset, Evan," he says softly, "but you don't need to apologise for being jealous. It's just an emotion."

"Not the best emotion on me, though," Buck sighs, "It's not even rational."

"Maybe," Tommy shrugs, "but I wasn't lying when I said I like it on you sometimes. I don't regret my relationship with Dan, so what's rational about me liking how much you wish you were the only one who has ever touched me?"

Tommy's got a talent for taking Buck's most ridiculous thoughts, his worst traits, the ugliest sides of him, and rearranging all the pieces so that they actually make sense. He's so steadying, like a hand on his back while he feels like he's constantly walking on a tightrope. All of it is like water off a duck's back to Tommy, even when it feels like Buck's about to drown in it.

"God, please just kiss me," Buck whispers, half because he wants to, he always wants to, and half because it minimises the risk of saying anything else stupid, like 'I hate your gorgeous hero of an ex just because he got to kiss you before I did', or 'I like myself better when I'm with you than I ever had before', or 'I love you', or 'please don't talk about weddings around me because I'm terrified of the images in my head right now and how good you look in a suit'.

"Yeah?" Tommy breathes, his mouth hovering just over Buck's, "You gonna be thinking about him again?"

"Thinking about who?" Buck mutters back, just to be a brat.

Tommy laughs, a gentle, soft little thing that's so, so fond, but he kisses him anyway.

[i-fondued]

OKAY SO

Today is my husband's birthday (yay!!)

This means I will not be able to post a whole long fic tonight (boooo!!)

However I am working on a small fluffy update to parchment and promises while my twins nap (yay!!)

But it won't be done properly tonight and won't be posted till tomorrow most likely (boooo!!)

If by some miracle I can post today I will but I make zero promises.

Love you alllll!!!