Two mornings, technically, the early summer sun just starting to make the room grow gold.
Almost two weeks, if you count the week and a half spent actually trying to switch off sleeping on the couch. Ten days before they had to sit down and admit that they were, in fact, in their thirties, and the couch was not meant to hold anyone who was six-foot-anything, and it was only going to be temporary, right?
So Eddie had claimed the side closest to the door and they tested how loud Buck’s 1000 Facts for Sleep and Relaxation videos could be before it was too much and they just. Shared the bed.
And that next morning, far too early for a day off, the first signs of dawn just starting to creep in, Buck had woken up with a line of heat along his back and an arm around his waist and Eddie nuzzling against him, nose behind his ear.
“Uh,” he had said, stupidly, every muscle in his body suddenly tense. “Eddie,” he had hissed, shoving an elbow behind him and right into his solar plexus.
Eddie had grunted and then tensed as well, frozen in place, still pressed against him.
“Comfortable?” Buck had joked, or tried to at least, suddenly finding it hard to breathe.
And Eddie was silent for a moment, actually considering the question, and answered, “Yeah, actually.”
And then he had pressed his mouth against the shell of his ear, lips pursed dramatically, and kissed him with an exaggerated ‘Mwah.’ Then he laughed, and with a last gentle squeeze around his middle, he had rolled over and gone back to sleep.
And Buck had laughed too, tension gone, and he snuggled himself down into a cooler part of his pillow. When he woke a few hours later, Eddie was already up and gone.
It happened again, the next morning. Eddie Diaz, human furnace, plastered against him. Buck’s shirt had ridden up in the night, and Eddie’s arm was tight around his stomach, skin to skin. And once again, his face was pressed against his neck, pressing harder with every small movement of his head. And then, soft and gentle, he had kissed him, right at the base of his neck, the start of his spine.
And Buck broke. Cracked like an egg, exposing the tender, gooey core of him.
It would be so easy, he thought, to turn in the cage of Eddie’s arms and kiss him for real. Sweep his tongue into his mouth, rake his fingers down his spine, through his hair. Let himself be the one to nuzzle into Eddie’s neck this time, suck a mark there, watch him try to hide it for the rest of the day.
Push him back onto the mattress.
Take their clothes off.
Meanwhile, as Buck spiraled, Eddie had slowly woken up, quietly laughed to himself at finding them here, again, then rolled out of bed to be the first to claim the bathroom for the day.
Buck had rolled into the spot hie had left, still warm like the sun, and stared at the ceiling, and thought about how royally fucked he was.
The thing he should have done was move back to the couch. Double down on his house hunt. Hell, get back on the apps and find someone who actually wanted to cuddle him when they’re conscious. It wouldn’t solve the overall problem of, Oops, in love with Eddie, but it sure wouldn’t hurt.
But Buck is selfish, apparently, and did none of the above.
And it keeps happening. Of course it does. Not every morning, but most. And sometimes Eddie’s head is pillowed on his chest, burrowing his face between his pecs as he starts to wake. And sometimes, Buck gets to be the big spoon, gets to let himself hold and pretend and breathe him in before he notices.
But most mornings it’s Eddie tight against his back, strong arms pulling him close, knee slotted between his own, ankles hooked together. Mouth hot against his curls, his shoulders, his neck. Not always a kiss, but sometimes. Sometimes two! Those are the really lucky days.
And when Eddie wakes, he laughs, a low private laugh to say, oh, this again, before it’s back to sleep or up and at ’em, depending on the day.
And that’s it. They never talk about it. Even though it keeps happening.
Years of the army and parenthood and 8AM shifts means Eddie automatically wakes at ass-o-clock in the morning, even if it’s just to shrug and go back to sleep. So Buck’s now waking up just those few moments earlier. He needs the time to tamp down his anticipation, take control of his breathing, get his body to stay liquid in Eddie’s arms.
He doesn’t want to think about what would happen if Eddie knew he was awake.
And, oh, this morning Buck wakes up to find Eddie’s just completely shoved his arm up under his shirt, a hot line across his body ending in a hand curled loosely against his chest. His nose is buried in the crook of his shoulder, lips parted, breath leaving a damp spot on the back of his tee-shirt.
Buck starts from his toes and gets every muscle to relax, to melt back into the mattress, into Eddie. He keeps his breathing slow, a little shallow. And he waits.
Soon enough, he feels the slightest increase in pressure against his shoulder, a deep inhale as Eddie starts to stir. Eddie’s toes point and stretch, rubbing against the back of Buck’s calves. His hand uncurls, rests flat against his chest.
Eddie’s head moves slightly, still breathing deeply though his nose, and there, right where the collar his Buck’s shirt turns to skin, he presses his mouth, soft and sweet.
He shifts again, and there, higher up the back of his neck, where his hair starting to thicken. More pressure, lips pursed, a real kiss this time.
Two today, Buck thinks. Lucky me.
He waits for Eddie to wake further, for his soft chuckle as he tries to untangle himself.
But instead… again, there, right at his hair line, complete with a soft little sound from the pressure of his breath.
And again, again, small pecks until Eddie’s mouth is pressed against the shell of his ear, like the first time, that first morning. It’s not a joke this time, not exaggerated but tender. Real.
Buck knows he should do something, should stop this, but can’t bring himself to do it. Because this is the last time it’s going to happen, probably, once Eddie’s fully awake, once he knows what he’s done.
Right on cue, Eddie slides his mouth down, a few more kisses down his neck, lips parted, a trail of saliva in his wake. And then he stops. Mouth still firm against his skin, breathing still deep. Like he’s waiting.
The hand against his chest shifts, cupping his pec, palm flat against his nipple.
The other place he can feel his heart beat right now, Buck realizes. The heart beat he can do nothing to prevent from going crazy at the very first touch.
“Um,” Buck says, caught out, and the only thing he can think to say is a tentative, “Eddie?”
“Buck,” Eddie says, directly into his skin. It’s muffled, obviously, but clear and firm. Not half-asleep. Not unaware.
“Wha- what are you doing?” Buck chokes out.
Eddie’s silent for a moment, actually considering the question, and answers, “Indulging myself.”
And he kisses him again, right against his pulse. And again, lips parted, wet and sucking. And again.
And again.
The hand on his pec shifts, and now his thumb is gently circling his nipple. Eddie’s whole body shifts, pressing their hips together, and Buck can’t hold back a gasp.
Then Eddie speaks again, rough and low, lips wet against his earlobe.
i do this when im writing fiction. Each fic has a cut document full of discarded dialogue, scene settings, metaphors etc that dont quite fit yet I might want to use down the line or other fics.
Tutorial on how I made these Heated Rivalry keychains! (cuz no gatekeeping allowed here)
Thanks @flipflopsandcupcakes for asking! I want to see your guys final products so @ me if u decide to make and post them! also just the beads also make a super cute keychain or bracelet imo (ooh making the team logos is cute).
Materials list (make sure to go thru the full tutorial I'm def missing some things lol):
String
Beads, crimps, chains, clasps, jump loops, key rings, are all from Micheal's Craft Store
Tape
Shrinky Dink paper
Mod Podge Dimensional Magic
Hole punch
Toothpicks
Parchment paper
Arrtx acrylic markers (I used set 30A)
You don’t have to use these, some other materials that may work would be colored pencils, sharpies, alcohol markers, but for the markers and pencils I would recommend getting this shrinky dink paper as I believe it has a grit that these materials can better hold onto. (I also don't know how other materials react with the Mod Podge so be sure to test or Google).
Please do some research and double check before buying anything I don't explicitly say I used.
Drawings I traced (for the '81' I made mine a bit smaller than the drawing and I also made the 'BOS' outline in yellow instead):
Tutorial:
EDIT: Wherever I said split loops/rings, I meant jump loops/rings, sorry!
Final notes: You can also draw a ruler on the shrinky dink paper and shrink it to see how much you paper shrinks and to help decide how big/small you want your drawing to be, what I wrote was the measurements I used. I also recommend using a nail file or sandpaper on the final product to smooth out any rough sides/edges. For paint or paint markers, a sealant of some kind should def be used, for colored pencils and markers I don't believe you have to, but google to be sure.
While making these I also think you should listen to HR reviews or the soundtrack to really channel that heated rivalry energy (I can't watch at the same time or else I get distracted lol).
lmk if u have any additional questions or perhaps want a heated rivalry bracelet tutorial using the same beads! HAPPY CRAFTING!! <333
if you want to reupload this to other sites, please ask me first!
Reblog this within 30 seconds in order to receive luck in your efforts for romance, assistance in your relationships, and/or to help easy conflict in your current relationship.
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OH MY GOD SO NO FUCKIN BULLSHIT I SWEAR To GOD. I reblogged this an hour ago and IM NOT Lying My Tax Refund which I did in late march popped into my Bank Account, and it was a Decent sized amount……
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I’m only reblogging this because my sister said she was giving me $200 for christmas. I’m a broke college student. I literally can’t afford to risk this.
Come sit for a spell & join @bratkook @hobidreams @junghelioseok @jungkxook @kpopfanfictrash @suga-kookiemonster and @underthejoon as we present seven stories sure to make your cauldron bubble over 👻🎃
Title: Fated
Author: @underthejoon
Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader
Summary: You always knew your paths would cross. That one day you’d be faced with the man, no the beast, to whom you would wed. Fated is what they called you, meant to unite kingdoms and realms alike. Despite knowing this, you are wholly unprepared for the way in which Fate comes to call.
Title: The Dark
Author: @bratkook
Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader
Summary: Your small town thrives on the occult, luring tourists in with endless themed festivities, but the only place you’re determined to see is the mysterious club that comes to life the week before Halloween. What makes The Dark so exclusive, and what secrets are they hiding behind closed doors?
Tite: Renegade
Author: @junghelioseok
Pairing: Jung Hoseok x Reader
Summary: Call it what you will—an unfortunate mistake, a lapse in judgment, a really, really bad fuck-up. It doesn’t change the fact that you willingly signed your soul away to an infuriatingly handsome, disarmingly affable crossroads demon after tragedy struck. And it definitely doesn’t change the fact that you’re on the run from that very same demon, now that ten years have passed and your time’s up.
Title: F(X)
Author: @suga-kookiemonster
Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader
Summary: you are his heart, his light, his everything—and when you don't make it home one fateful day, namjoon feels that light snuffed out right alongside you. but just when he thinks all is lost, a long-forgotten memory gives him the hope he's been praying for. you are his light, and the only place he belongs is by your side, basking in your glow. namjoon will do everything in his power to keep you burning bright.
Title: Lovely Demons
Author: @kpopfanfictrash
Pairing: Park Jimin x Reader
Summary: As penance for a crime committed long, long ago, the Witch Council banished you to the feared Tholoss forest. Your sentence was one hundred thousand days of solitude – or death, whichever came first. Your one hope of salvation comes from the demon names sent to you every morning; creatures that escape the inner circles of Hell, posing a threat to the mortal realms. For each demon you hunt down, days are removed from your sentence. For years you’ve existed, biding your time, until one morning you receive a name which throws your entire world into chaos: the name of Park Jimin, High Prince of Hell himself.
Title: Nox
Author: @hobidreams
Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader
Summary: It has been centuries since the noble vampire Taehyung has allowed himself to want another. He had thought his emotions under control, his chilled heart far from susceptible to such human fallacies. Really--How many times has he borne witness to the lethal consequences of desire for a warm body, a soft kiss? But when he happens upon you on the side of the road, bathed in the dimming light of the oncoming evening... He finds himself unable to move on without at least asking your name, all the while denying the fervent need budding in his damned soul.
Title: Suck It Up!
Author: @jungkxook
Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader
Summary: being jungkook’s best friend means you’re used to his strange and chaotic ways of life but lately he’s been acting a little too strange, like thinking he’s turned into a vampire kind of strange.
Fiat is merely a trigger for all the issues and flaws of TharnType’s relationship that have been building up and bottling up over the course of 7 years. The biggest obstacles Tharn and Type needed to overcome have always been themselves.
The shortcomings and imperfections of the relationship come from a very relatable, real and human place - the people involved in it and their differences and personalities. The story of Tharn and Type has always been about good but imperfect people who learn from their mistakes.
All these issues and personality flaws couldn’t have been resolved in S1 in just a few months because these issues manifest themselves fully only over a longer period of time and TharnType couldn’t have gotten to know each other so well in such a short time. Furthermore, they changed as they became older, just as they relationship changed as a result. They never adressed and confronted these issues so now, they’ve blown over. And that is the reason why we get to see TharnType: “7 Years of Love” and not “3 Years of Love” and why they haven’t resolved them in those years together - because the time for them to face these problems has come now.
The expectation some people had that TharnType would be a “healthy, functional, unproblematic” couple solving every issue through impeccable communication has always been unrealistic since something like this exists only in fanfiction and bestsellers about therapy and relationships.
They are judging the characters by some impossible standards of human perfection that don’t even exist in the real world. The characters and relationships in TharnType are not picture-perfect, just like they are not in the real world, and they’ve never been.
Characters with enough intellect and common sense to clearly and easily grasp that something is a Bad Idea, but with enough chaotic dumbass energy to decide they gotta just go ahead with it anyway are on point.
