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clonerightsagenda · 6 months

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i would love to hear anything more about communications director minkowski that you would care to share, it sounds like a very fun route for postcanon! 👀

It IS very fun. In lieu of writing a coherent post I just spent quite a bit of time scrolling through 3 years of discord messages for good tidbits:

Gill spent part of my day wondering “you know you’d expect Lovelace to have some Loud And Pointed Opinions about Minkowski being offered the post of Communications Director but maybe instead she’d be the first to figure out there’s no better way to dismantle the company than from the inside out” Kat If you want a job done wrong you gotta do it yourself Gill Minkowski: They… want me to be the next director… and I think I’m going to take the job. Lovelace: …actually. That sounds like an amazing idea. Minkowski: Minkowski: who are you and what have you done with Captain Lovelace Kat Careful Renee. That joke has a bit of an edge to it Gill Nobody’s getting out of post-flight quarantine without an identity crisis of some kind it seems Kate I bet Lovelace would jump at the chance to have a woman on the inside… who has a lot of practice ruining Goddard's plans. Gill Lovelace, probably: You’re gonna need your own version of Cutter’s hypercompetent Right Hand Minion, and it seems to me that the person who kept him distracted while you put a harpoon through his torso would be the ideal candidate. Lovelace: Also, it’d be fun to deface Kepler’s old office.

Kat was thinking about Minkowski marriage drama in the context of her voluntarily signing on to be comms director under the same contract as the last one fully aware this means everyone will try to kill her just in case she can keep everyone else safe and then having to explain that to her husband tfw your wife never prioritizes you bc she's too busy prioritizing a) dying in space b) dying on land now Gill Dominik Koudelka, maybe: it just feels like I have to get myself kidnapped by shadowy corporate goons if I want to spend time with you!

Kate Communications Director Minkowski 1) definitely publishes her own adapted fifth edition of the Survival Manual that’s not a joke and full of useful things and 2) mostly inspired by things Eiffel did that his justification was “well no one ever TOLD me this would happen in space!” Gill “Leprechauns are not real. Ghosts, however, are.” “In the unlikely but theoretically possible event that leprechauns are discovered at some point in the near future, disregard previous. It’s important to keep an open mind.” Kate Adaptability! Flexibility! Priorities! Acknowledgement that space is full of unpredictable and incomprehensible bullshit! The spirit of the new space age Gill Tip #1002: You may say “fuck”. Once.

Kat thought: re Goddard possibly having prison labor going on, maybe when they got Eiffel out of jail they just transferred his sentence to them, and Comms Director Minkowski finds out she technically owns two of her crewmates now and isn't super happy about it Eiffel: so for the next 23 years my ass is yours I guess Minkowski: I don't want it Minkowski, sifting through paperwork: why… why do I own prison laborers now? Can I pardon them? What is this news anchor voice: Goddard Futuristics stocks dipped today as new director Renee Minkowski gave the entirety of their asteroid mining staff early release, quoted as saying "Go home. The fuck." Gill Comms Director Minkowski like ok first off we’re actually giving our workers benefits Kat we'll reroute some of the money headed toward all the R&D for evil shit Gill we’re also defunding our paramilitary branches. Why do we even have those?? Kat Jacobi, raising hand: To do stuff like break into Elon Musk's Mars colony and take him out with extreme prejudice Lovelace: ok that one sounds justified actually Gill Lovelace: Can I go fuck up Elon Musk’s stupid libertarian summer camp? Minkowski: Later, I need you here right now. Lovelace: Aw, ok. ): Kate Okay project Fuck Up Elon Musk can stay

Kat underappreciated aspect of the comms director Minkowski concept: DC girl Minkowski finds out she now owns like 75% of the politicians on Capitol Hill. Is not sure how to stop owning them It's like feeding wild animals, they keep coming back for your money even when you try to cut off the lobbying Gill Minkowski: next time a senator shows up at my house I’m siccing Lovelace on them Kat Minkowski: Cutter had an entire budget line for funding ballot initiatives and…. wow, that's a lot. Hey Doug, what are your thoughts on felons being able to vote? Eiffel: Felons can't vote? Minkowski: …. yes?? Eiffel: Oh. Huh. I don't ever vote so I didn't notice. And I see from your expression that you don't approve of this.

Gill Comms Director!Minkowski: If you need me, I’ll be in a meeting. /crawls into the vents Kat Local unions still talk about the super weird HVAC remodeling the new director insisted on

Gill You are an astronautical engineer at Goddard Futuristics’ special projects division. You were handpicked by the special projects manager herself to work on this new prototype. The craft you and your colleagues poured untold hours of work into is commandeered by Warren Kepler, Legendary Local Douchebag, and two of his minions (an entire ship! For three people!!) to go off and babysit one of your boss’s boss’s ultra-secret pet projects, which you quietly believe is actually an elaborate fraud scheme of some kind. You rage at this. Then, you mourn. Perhaps you drink heavily. Either way, you move on, setting aside your quiet hope that the Urania one day re-enters terrestrial skies, but gradually making peace with the idea you may never see this particular fruit of your labor again. And then a year and a half later you get it back and the interior is just plastered in printer paper that looks like a brigade of toddlers just went nuts on it with their crayons. And also your boss is dead and the apparent leader of said toddlers is the new communications director. Kat Hey at least the astronautical engineering division can feel vindicated that that shuttle a few years back didn't malfunction Gill Engineer: So that shuttle didn’t malfunction and Cutter was actively orchestrating a fake explosion and cover-up. Then he sent Warren “Oh just let me fire off this prototype in a civilian area” Kepler and his goon squad up in our prototype to go fuck around with you guys some more. Minkowski: Yup. Engineer: And you killed him. Minkowski: …yes. Engineer: …did you kill him painfully? Tell me it was painfully. (Minkowski is mildly worried about how she acquires some of her new supporters) Kat Lots of long simmering resentment Kate I imagine she gets a lot of goodwill points for taking out Cutter and Kepler… imagine

Kat comms director Minkowski having to do tax fraud to protect her team somehow Gill Jacobi, having just another day in the office, doing taxes: god this is so dull, I hate tax season. I wonder if Minkowski’s gone and holed up in the accounting department, she probably lives for this kind of thing. /smash cut to Minkowski threatening an IRS agent at harpoon-point Kat Minkowski making Hera her own LLC so she has rights now: This is legal according to Citizens United as long as no one looks at it too closely (my dad became an LLC today so he can contract with his work after he retires. I joked he will be the last person able to vote in the household once they take everyone else's rights away but corporations are people) Gill “Minkowski Commits Tax Fraud” would be an amazing chapter title for a fic at some point though Kat Minkowski early in the mission diligently doing her taxes in space because she's a good American citizen Minkowski like 5 years later: fuck capitalism Gill That one meme image but it’s, Minkowski: You mean the game was rigged all along? Minkowski @ herself: always has been. Kate This is my strongest Minkowski belief Gill Minkowski: wow, capitalism sucks, and growing up in a Soviet satellite state was also awful. Perhaps… the true problem… is giving people the power to wholly dictate other people’s lives…

Kat after the story of the Hephaestus crew breaks and they're famous Eiffel gets Minkowski a funko pop of herself it has a little harpoon Kinsey i support this wholeheartedly Gill It is both unsettling and adorable. She sets it proudly on her desk at work Kat someone coming into Comms Director Minkowski's office: uhhhhh Minkowski sitting next to her funko pop: what it's got the same psychic damage potential as Cutter having a #1 dad mug on his desk and everyone's too scared to ask about it Gill Concept: Minkowski eventually being gifted the Funko Pop versions of her entire crew They’re referred to affectionately(?) as her minions Kate If you’ve been called to her office because you’ve done something Sketchy and Capitalistic, you might even prefer looking into the creepy flat soulless eyes of the funko pop rather than Minkowski’s very, very sharp and angry human ones Gill Another mental image. Lovelace, beholding her funko pop: I mean, I don’t think my eyes are that terrifying even when I’m possessed by unknown cosmic entities, but other than that, it’s a perfect likeness. Lovelace: Look, she even has her arms folded because she’s mad at the other little plastic crewmates for being idiots. I love her.

#tales from the groupchat #wolf 359

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sebastianswallows · 11 months

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Can you give us a sneak peek of an upcoming nsfw oneshot? 👀

Alright, I have something for you, anon 😅

It's for a naughty Seb prompt, and it's already quite long, so I don't know when it will be ready, but here's a sneak peek.

Under the cut because you asked for NSFW 👌

(spoiler: it's with age difference, but in spite of appearances, there's no incest)

“H-higher,” she whispered. Her legs spread wider as far as his allowed.

“Higher?” he teased as he drew circles on her skin. His left arm closed around her waist in a stronger grip. “What will I find there, hmm?”

The girl dipped her head and moaned low in her throat, knowing he was playing with her.

“Is there some secret place there?” he asked in a high, teasing voice, and his fingers went up along her thigh, where she was even warmer, even softer, and he groaned.

He could feel the muscles in her thigh flex beneath the skin. With one heavy caress, he moved his left hand from around her waist and cupped her breast with it. She gasped and nearly jumped, but then melted in his arms with a light mewl.

“Shhh it’s alright,” he sighed, kissing her cheek again.

She lay docile in his arms while he carefully squeezed her breast, resting the young globe in the palm of his hand. Underneath her skirt, he teased a path all the way up until he felt a soft wet tuft. The girl whimpered, squirming against his front again, but Sebastian just rested his hands on her.

“Is this good?” he asked, peppering kisses up and down the side of her face.

“Yes,” she whispered, “I think so…”

“You think so?” he chuckled. “Well, let’s make sure, then.”

Keeping his hand still at her breast, he pressed deeper up between her legs. When his index touched her slit, she moaned.

“Oh,” he breathed lustfully, “so you do have a secret place here… A secret, precious place…”

The girl curled in his arms almost, and Sebastian let himself slip lower down the bed, spreading his legs wider to accommodate her while not moving his hands at all, letting her feel him there.

“So wet,” he whispered as his finger began to caress her, trailing up and down her swollen lips. “It isn’t normal to be this wet, is it, my darling? And so, so feverish… Are you sure you’re alright?” he chuckled. “You’re certain you’re not ill, my sweetest girl?”

“No, of course not,” she said, unsure why he was even asking. She had the feeling he was joking, but she could not imagine why. This was not the time to jest, in her opinion…

“Oh, I’m not so sure,” he breathed, letting his lips rest against her cheekbone. “You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?”

“N-no…”

“I guess I need to find out for myself, then.”

And then his fingers moved. He teased her with box index and middle finger, going up and down her slit, making her more and more wet, feeling her moans right against his mouth as he rested his lips against her throat. He could feel her hole, tight and hot and flexing, and above it her raw little nub peeking out, so hard and small against his index. He swirled the digit around it with the lightest touch, and she nearly jumped in his arms, wailing at the unfamiliar feeling.

“Is this good?” he asked against her neck, his breath frantic. “Is this good for you?”

She whined and squirmed in his arms, teasing his manhood with her bottom. It made him growl, but she probably didn’t realise what she was doing. Sebastian teased her tight bud more and then, after cupping it between his three fingers, squeezed it lightly at the same time as he squeezed the tip of her breast. She really moaned then.

“Un— Sebastian!”

“I told you not to call me ‘Uncle’,” he said with a hint of frustration. But he knew she didn’t mean it, probably didn’t know his fraught relationship with the word, so he sighed and kissed her cheek in apology.

“‘m sorry,” she whined, still twisting in his arms.

“It’s alright,” he whispered, kissing her cheek again. “It’s alright, just… just relax and let me take care of you.

And as he spoke, his fingers kept teasing her between her legs and at her breast, slowly, deliberately squeezing those two sensitive nubs at the same time and pulling on them gently.

#sswallow;answers #sebastian sallow #hl #sebastian sallow x reader

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moonlight-prose · 2 years

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wip game

interesting in “nocturnal: moonlight to show the way” 👀

i’m finding myself failing in love with moon knight and as one of my favorite writers on this app, i need to see your take on them 🤍

Darling you're going to make me BLUSH. You're so sweet.

Nocturnal: moonlight to show the way is actually chapter three in my ongoing series for them! It's Steven falling in love with a reader who has insomnia and eventually going on their journey together with them. I'll drop some under the cut for you!

here's part one and part two

wips ask game✨

“Finally,” you breathed a sigh of relief as your front door shut behind you.

The mess of your flat greeted you—books piled everywhere the eye could see. But you couldn’t be bothered with it tonight; not when you desperately needed to try and sleep for the sake of your health. The voice from earlier hadn’t peeked its head out from the crevices of your mind since earlier in the day, the shadow figures having vanished as well too. You whittled it all down to your insomnia causing problems again; the possibility that it was all real never settled right with you.

You were just tired—that was it.

Things never got this bad in the past when you were unable to sleep. You’d stay awake, feel constantly like you were on the verge of passing out, and eventually your body would fall privy to the weariness. Except something shifted the moment you met Steven and no longer were you depending on sleeping pills and different types of teas to help you pass out. Now you were depending on him.

A shuddered sob left your lips, the stress from the past two days nearly incapacitating you entirely. You didn’t give a shit about the tears that fell down your face, because they were justified more than your hallucinations were. For two days you’d been holding everything inside, unwilling to let go of the emotions that waged a war within you, but you couldn’t do it any longer. You couldn’t keep going like nothing was wrong.

“Fuck,” you muttered, gasping a lungful of air—relishing in the way it burned on the way down. “Pull yourself together.”

Falling apart was never something you did and yet there you were, watching as everything unraveled within you—showing the scars you tried so hard to conceal from the rest of the world.

A distant meow pulled you out of your state, drawing your attention to the single door that led to a small balcony. Exhaling, you watched the black cat you’d grown so fond of remind you that you had to take care of her. Cleo meowed again, pawing at the glass—the bell on her collar tinkling as she moved, anxious to get inside. That simple sight was enough to stop the tears. So, you walked towards the door, pulling it open and chuckling as she sprinted in, jumping onto your kitchen table with a disgruntled meow.

“Sorry I kept you waiting,” you said with a smile, scratching her head gently. “Would you like anything in particular for dinner?”

She merely purred in response, bumping her head along your hand in order to reach your nails. You supposed that was the simplicity of cats—they didn’t have to stress about the ongoings of life, because they were free. They had nine lives for a reason and oh how you wished you could share the same sentiment.

Cleo’s yellow eyes opened, locking with yours as you continued to scratch underneath her chin how she liked it. Except there was something in her stare that kept you from walking away from her; that kept you trapped where you stood. Your movements became sluggish, the world around you almost slowing to a maddening degree. What the fuck did you eat to make your mind go this haywire?

“Little one.”

The voice practically purred into your ear, causing every muscle in your body to tighten—fear once again flooding your veins and halting your movements. This wasn’t happening. You weren’t hearing a woman call out to you as you stared at your cat. Once again you attempted to simplify the situation in order to comprehend it in your mind—a habit you’d been doing since you were a child. This was your insomnia. Nothing more than that.

“Cleo?” you asked, your voice strained. It felt like you were fighting against something that willed you to remain quiet, a force that wished to take over your very being without permission.

She meowed, her eyes squinting shut slowly before reopening—the dilation of her pupils turning into slits, sending another chill down your spine.

“What are you—”

A persistent knock on the door ripped you away from her, the air suddenly flooding your lungs as you regained the ability to move. Stumbling over your feet you glanced back at Cleo, watching her leap off the table and wind around your legs—her tail flicking with every step. You needed sleep now more than ever if you truly believed that your cat was trying to communicate with you. Yet still words you continued to tell yourself of this being nothing but the exhaustion that plagued your body didn’t feel right.

How could you have lost your mind this quickly?

#witch aunt responds #sammiesonyourleft darling #moon knight #moon knight fic

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bishiglomper · 20 days

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We went to the bar~

This morning I made myself get up at 12 even though I'd only gotten like 3 hours of sleep. Because I heard people about.

But then I found out sissy and them were going back out so I'm like, oh, fuck it then. I'm getting more sleep.

Which mom got offended over, because it sounded like I didn't care whether she was still there. I was too tired to dispute her. I did amend with "unless you wanna do something (like tv)" but she said no. I would have come sat on her bed for a visit after sissy announced they were leaving but then mom went out for a smoke and I wasn't waiting around.

I got 2 more hours and got up when I heard them sharing with mom again. I sat on her bed and asked if she wanted to go to the bar thing. I somehow ended up needing to say "I enjoy your company, mommy. Yes mommy, I do." Because she knew Brian was gonna take me. I had to clarify he offered himself, I didn't go behind her back like "you take me instead"

Oh yeah. This morning he had a panic attack so he ended up in my bed at 6am and I told him I was going today. So he looked it up and offerred to take me. I was surprised. Pleased tho.

He would be good company. He's shy and introverted too but he also knows how to shoot the shit so.... yeah. He used to have his own (inherited) barber shop.

But mom was so put out. So I kept reiterating how she had first dibs.

We got there. A nice patron at the above bar directed to the "the cellar door" where the bar we were headed to was.

Tiny stairs in the corner. Little okd fashioned lamp and ivy at the door. Bombarded with an incense-y smell when you go in. Sage, maybe? It was nice. Not smokey. It looks classy. There's brick and vine decor. Besides the music it could have been a speakeasy.

Literally only 3 people were there excluding us and the bartender.

I sat next to the peoples at the bartop. I was pretty sure one was the admin to the LGBT group, my ex- DM but I wasn't super sure.

I ordered an espresso martini. It was supposed to.be $11. But bartender only took 10 so I tipped him the extra buck. Then found out my drink was supposedto come with a cookie, so maybe that was why lol.

It came in a little teacup! It was so yummy. Coffee stuff is hit or miss with me so I was happy. Drank that sucker down.

Mom wasn't getting a drink and she's quiet too. I eventually asked if she wanted to move to this fancy little couch they had up on the little stage in the corner. She jumped up like yes pls.

Where we continued to sit in silence.

It took me away from people and we didn't have anything to chat about. Music was nice, alt rock stuff. But after 20 minutes I'm like falling asleep so I said we could go.

DM at the bar waved goodbye at me

Like dude. I stared at you long enough to at least acknowledge me, even after the person between us left, you couldn't work with me then?? (´∇｀;)ﾉ I wasn't sure it was him! But he wouldn't make eye contact! Otherwise I would waved like "Hey, you" oof. Would have had stuff to talk about.

But whatever.

I told bro he could take me next week.

The FB event said it was this Thursday, then it amended to next week instead, THEN it said EVERY Thursday. So that works for me

Hell, if it's that quiet every Thursday I wouldn't mind going by myself. I can manage 3-10 people in the whole bar lol

I'm gonna have to learn some cocktail recipes because i don't know any and they only had like a menu of the day sort of thing. I only know my favorite drink, a pineapple upside down cake. 👀

Maybe I can even get my sissy to go with me sometime

#long post #just rambling

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schrodingers-pet-cat · 9 months

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This is my first ever post. I’m probably going to use this like twitter, but better. I have a small taste of my fan fiction that i write in my free time👀 if anyone happens to see this, please PLEASE give feedback. that’s better than anything ever. be specific (for the love if god be specific)

I switch from fandom to fandom, here’s a favorite I’ve written. I write specifically androgynously so all can enjoy.

Here you go, for my girls, gays, and non-binary (me) babes <33

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This is the start of a Call Me By Your Name fanfic. This has a full name, but idk if i’m willing to give the name or full story up yet. We’ll see how the “Alpha Test” goes.

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It was especially hot that night. I needed to do laundry. All I saw were boxers in my bag. In the bottom of one of his drawers, I found a t-shirt, opened the shutters and left the blankets at my feet. Getting to sleep was easy, staying asleep though, that was difficult.

I was visiting Marzia for the week and she let me stay at her friend’s place, Elio, since she had no room. I apparently stole his extra room. When he and I first met, we hit it off. The three of us talked for hours, watching the sun go down, swimming, and staying up for the stars. Even after she fell asleep in the grass, me and him kept talking. I got the nickname,” Nero,” because I formed a relationship with a black cat, the size of a basketful of fruit. We named it Neri Frutto, because of the comparison. He had a beautiful Villa that the cat walked around. I was amazed I was staying there.

He told me about this other American guy, Oliver, and how he had been staying with them as well. He was leaving soon and I was only supposed to be staying a week. I stayed far longer than that.

I woke up around 4, 4:30 in the morning. I was sweating and thirsty. I got up for a glass of water. I opened his creaky door and explored the house although I had been there for 2 days. Navigating only through moonlight reflections, I found the kitchen and poured myself some water. I leaned over the sink and chugged the entire glass, not caring about getting myself wet. Puffing for air, catching my breath.

I heard the old floor boards creek above me, and looked up. Wiping my face I walked out the nearest door, looked up to the second story

…waited, and Neri hopped on the window sill staring at me. I smiled and made my way back up the stairs, into the extra room.

I layed on my back and took a deep breath, relaxing my muscles. In the quiet chirping of bugs and rustling of leaves, I heard a voice, and recognized it. Then another, and recognized that one, too. I sat up slightly, moving the shutters over my chest and looking out the window. It was the boys! Elio and Oliver, talking, this late at night? I listened closer, putting my ear towards them, and noticed they weren’t just talking.

I looked closer, and ducked my head behind the wall, realizing what I had eavesdropped on. My face stayed frozen, processing what I should do. Then my shoulders relaxed, and curiosity fronted my interest. I looked over the white wood, watched, and lowered my head again.

I stared at the ceiling, simply listening to the sounds coming into the room. My mind wasn’t racing, it was calm and still. I let my mind wander to whatever possibility it wanted. My hands started to roam, then my legs. My knee bumped the corner of the shutter and they fell closed. I jumped and stopped it from moving any further.

The noises halted for a moment, and then I couldn’t hear them talking. It was too low. Realizing I’d been caught, I just slowly closed the shutters. Although my heart racing, my mind was still focused. I thought for a moment, listening for any sign of a presence. Once I’d heard normal talking again, I flashed the blinds. Oliver’s deep voice sounded quietly panicked, but Elio, he had his curious and playful tone.

In a whisper yell, he said,” Nero, is that you?” I flashed the blinds. I flashed the blinds twice.

Again, he said,”Were you listening?”

I moved the blinds up and down, up and down. They mumbled to each other, then Elio said,”Hold on, we’re coming up!”

I froze. I didn’t know what I was doing! I barely knew Oliver. I was just in boxers and a shirt! Did they want to talk? Did they expect something else?

#call me by your name #oliver cmbyn #elio cmbyn #for the girls gays and non-binary babes #fanfiction

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tawaifeddiediaz · 3 years

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“i want to kiss you” for the i love you prompts 👀🥰

will i ever stop myself from getting out of hand with these? no.

i hope you like this, babe! 🥰🥰🥰

[this love of mine (begs to be known) - AO3 Link]

Word Count: 1344 words

Eddie is, without a doubt, the stubbornest fucking person Buck’s had the pleasure of knowing.

“Dad, what are you doing out of bed?”

Christopher’s voice tunes Buck into whatever’s going on in the living room. He pauses from where he’s tossing his laundry into the washer. Eddie must have escaped his bedroom when Buck wasn’t looking, but he probably wasn’t counting on Chris ratting him out instantly.

It doesn't sound like it would be a huge deal if Eddie falls asleep on the couch. He does it all the time — especially on the nights when he insists he can make it through another episode.

(Those are the nights they’re not even five minutes in before he starts snoring — they’ve never let him live it down.)

It is a big deal, however, for Eddie to sleep on the couch after he covers 45 straight hours.

It’s no secret that Eddie prefers to take on overtime whenever he can, but this wasn’t exactly taken on as much as it was shoved onto him. Mitchell’s partner went into labor two weeks early after a precarious pregnancy, and he wanted to rush out immediately, but the B-shift captain wouldn’t let him go without someone to cover.

Finding cover right at the beginning of a long shift was always hell, but the other captain saw Eddie and asked him to cover. He was the only firefighter from their regular crew working after the initial 24 hours, and even though he’d been due to get off shift after two more, he’d agreed.

Buck had already been on his way home when Eddie’s text came through, putting him in charge of Christopher over the course of it.

Buck never minded the time he got to spend with Christopher during one of Eddie’s longer shifts, because having Christopher close kept his mind from jumping to worst case scenarios of his partner working without him.

But damn, his boyfriend drove up him the fucking wall when he came back from these long stretches of shift and simply refused to just go to sleep — in an actual bed.

Sometimes, the exhaustion of working so long wires them up enough that they can’t slow their brains down enough to fall asleep. Buck suspects that’s what happens with Eddie, because it’s not often that any of them have 40-plus hours on shift without at least a four-hour reprieve in between.

“Eddie, that better not be you out there!”

A loud thump, a muffled curse, and a shrill laugh sound in quick succession from the living room. Buck presses down the laughter that threatens to tip his lips up as he exits the laundry room, propping his hands on his hips as he sees his boyfriend sprawled out on the couch, face down. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Christopher’s perched on top of him, beaming eagerly between Buck and Eddie like this is the debate of the century. “He’s not listening,” Christopher informs pleasantly. “And he said a bad word.”

“Traitor,” Eddie mumbles from where his face is squished into the couch cushion, a large fleece blanket covering him from head to toe.

Buck rolls his eyes and helps Christopher get off Eddie. He’s not sure how the kid ended up there, and he’s not sure he wants to know. “I told you to sleep in bed. Not out here.”

“What’s wrong with the couch?” Eddie blinks drowsily up at him. Exhaustion has bracketed deeper lines around his eyes, but there’s something soft and fond in his eyes, in the faint curl of his smile.

Buck’s heart contracts at the sight, but he grasps Eddie by the elbow, pulling him up — one drowsy inch at a time. His boyfriend stumbles in place a little, caught off-balance.

Buck raises an eyebrow and gestures to his unbalanced form. “You can’t even stand straight. You don’t need to break your back out here.”

Buck would know — he’s spent more nights on this ancient couch than he cares to think about.

“It’s comfy,” he grumbles, wrapping his blanket around him like a burrito.

“It’s really not,” Christopher pipes up, wrinkling his nose. “You always complain about it.”

Buck grins triumphantly.

“Traitor — that’s twice now,” Eddie sniffs, clearly offended. “Look, if I go to sleep, then by the time I wake up, you two will go to bed. Then I won’t get to see Chris until tomorrow evening and you have work tomorrow.”

Buck’s resolve wavers a little bit at that, but clearly not Christopher’s, who instantly reassures his dad that they’ll have the whole weekend to spend together.

This shouldn’t come at a surprise to him anymore, but somehow, seeing how great of a dad Eddie is always catches him off-guard — and usually around the same time he’s trying to put his foot down about something.

(It’s inconvenient, because Buck’s heart can only take so much before he inevitably gives in.)

This is something Eddie’s always done — one of the things Buck had first noted about him. He sets aside time for the people he loves, but sometimes, it’s at his own expense and Buck can’t have that, at all.

So, he doesn’t feel shitty for monopolizing on Christopher telling him to go to bed.

“You heard the boss. Let’s go.” The fight drains out of Eddie, who sways closer to Buck to tuck his head under his chin. Buck wraps an arm around him, supporting him as they stumble through the hallways to their room. “Just a couple hours of quality sleep. Then we can have dinner and watch a movie together. Best of both worlds.”

Eddie hums in agreement. “You’re the best.”

A flush skitters over Buck’s cheeks and ears as Eddie drags the tip of his nose across the cradle of his shoulder, sleepily burrowing into his side. When he’s tired like this, his affection tends to be uninhibited and free, and Buck never tires from being showered in it, because it’s almost as if Eddie’s base function is to make sure that Buck and Christopher know that he loves them.

They manage to get to the bedroom without crashing into the walls — which is a miracle, as far as Buck’s concerned, because maneuvering his sleep-drunk boyfriend is almost like supporting him after a few too many drinks. Almost, because at least drunk Eddie walks on his own two feet, while sleepy Eddie drags them.

Eddie crawls into bed without further complaint, still wrapped in his blanket burrito and opens half-lidded eyes to grin drowsily up at him, his smile tucking into the corner of his cheek to reveal a dimple. “Thanks, Buck.”

Buck reaches out to push an errant curl away from his forehead and presses the pad of his thumb to that adorable dimple, smiling at the sleepy sound his boyfriend makes. “Get some rest.”

He’s about to leave when Eddie tugs tightly at the bottom of shirt, as if he’s pouring all his energy into that one movement. “I want to kiss you.”

Buck is 100% sure that he’s stalling so he doesn’t have to knock out for the next few hours, but he can’t help but indulge him as he leans down to kiss his boyfriend anyway, heart swelling a few sizes too big.

Eddie misses his mouth a couple times, sleepily pressing kisses on whatever part of Buck’s face he can reach. Buck laughs and tilts Eddie’s chin up with light fingers, capturing his lips in a slow, drawn-out kiss.

By the time he pulls back, his boyfriend’s mouth is kiss-bruised, but there’s a satisfied grin on his exhausted face. Buck drags his thumb lightly along the line of Eddie’s stubbled jaw, raising a brow. “Good enough?”

Eddie hunkers down under the blankets again, wrapping them tighter around his body. “Mhm. For now. You’ll have to…” The words are broken up by a loud yawn that cracks Eddie’s jaw “...let me kiss you more when I wake up.”

“You know I will.”

(Buck kisses his already-asleep boyfriend's forehead once before he lets the door fall closed behind him with a soft snick.)

#zee writes #buddie #buck x eddie #they're just so soft and im just so emotional #evan buckley #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #911 fic #911 on fox #lauren: floof solidarity

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So uh

Here are the missing Inktobers

sorry for them being(mostly)late

I wanted to do them i swear!! But i couldnt get myself to do it

Like,i kept forgetting abt them and when i remembered them,my brain wouldnt do it

Brains are weird like that

But anyways,Inktober!

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𝑰𝒏𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 25:𝑺𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒕

here we got a ghost splat on the ground(dont ask how,ghosts are weird little creatures)

𝑰𝒏𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 26:𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅

so this is Tragedy(left) and Comedy(right) i had a lot of fun with this one,so this might be my fav in this series. And Desdemona and Balthasar are real names! The both come from Shakespear(bc tragedy and comedy). Desdemona comes from the tragedy Orthello while Balthasar comes from the comedy Much Ado About Nothing(also the tragedy Romeo and Juliet). Thought itd be cool to reference Shakespear in a drawing abt classical theater

𝑰𝒏𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 27:𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒌

vampire guy over jete gettin the shock of his life by putting a fork into an electrical outlet(also plz dont do this! Technically,what would happen is a small shock,not electricution but stil!! Dont stick forks in electrical outlets!)

𝑰𝒏𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 28:𝑪𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒚

Crispy lil potato chip zombie-ghost or whatever-just know hes alive and crispy

𝑰𝒏𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 29:𝑷𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉

got a classic pumpkin patch with zombie hands stickin up,a scarecrow and some birds and-oooo ghosts!(can anyone find the odd one out👀)

𝑰𝒏𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 30:𝑺𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓

Here we have Medusa.A slithery lil snakey snake.

And last but not least:

𝑰𝒏𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 31:𝑹𝒊𝒔𝒌

Cute lil vampire girl taking the risk of jumping off a cliff to learn how to become a bat.

Happy Halloween-aka the day where you can go around and knock on strangers doors and demand candy(also:Be safe!!! there are sickos out there who put ræžør błædë$ and drüg$ and other stuff in candy so be careful!!! Also: cørønã!! Wear a mask!! Social distancing and all that!!)

#tw mentions of drugs #tw mentions of razor blades #tw coronavirus #social distancing #wear a mask #plsss #shi rambles #inktober #inktober 2021 #inktober2021 #halloween #all hallows eve #happy halloween

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