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“I have a cutlass that my friend Phayu sent my way.” Style  beamed as he grabbed his phone and coffee from the center console. He had gone on a morning run with Fadel so this coffee was going to bring him back to life in ways the handsome man’s voice couldn’t right now. He took a quick sip. “Ah that hits the spot.”

“Your milk with a smidge of coffee?” Fadel teased making Style grin mischievously.

“Not all of us can drink coffee straight black.” Style gave back and purposely took another sip of his delicious coffee. 

“Yeah, yeah.” He didn’t need to see Fadel to know that the man had rolled his eyes fondly. “And don’t rush. I’ll bring you some dinner.”

“Dessert?” Style flirtatiously asked but then thought of a better idea. “Oh that’s right I’m the dessert especially since we will have the house to myself.”

Fadel’s laugh was sexy and he wished he wasn’t heading into work but to tease his boyfriend at his diner

snippet from Eyes Wide Open oneshot

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WIP Tag Game

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you like

It’s been about 6 months since the last time one of these went around and I want to see everyone’s PB2 plot bunnies 👀

KimKenta roommates fic

Racer Kenta (answered)

Android Kenta (answered)

MethasJJ hospital fic (answered)

KimKenta catcher/pitcher AU (answered)

KimKenta shopkeeper AU

Tagging @infinitelyprecious @miusmusings @wisteria-daydreamer @to-be-spared @fairlylokai

@ohanny @solariswrites if y’all wanna do it!

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Across the street was his problem. Nine exhaled the smoke from the drag of his cigarette. It wasn’t the smartest to be across the street but here he was. He wasn’t going to let Style get away again by pushing him away. Last time he just hadn’t been fully clear. He couldn’t help but still hate the way it was so easy for Style to smile and be around others. It was foolish to think it would be easy but he wasn’t a quitter. Style needed more of a push but he needed him to know that he hadn’t forgotten. That he never would.

Nine took another drag while watching Style disappear inside of his shop where he thought he was safe. The truth was all he needed to do was wait for nightfall. He already knew how to get inside. He’d learned a few things since he was away.  One that there isn’t a door he can’t unlock and two that he was going to end up with Style this time. - Chapter 2 Snippet, from Eyes Wide Open

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Bison smiled fondly as he turned off the water to the obscenely large tub he insisted come with his ensuite. He sat the pitcher on the small table he’d brought over to make it easier for him to wash Kant’s hair. He loved running his fingers through his dark locks. The face that Kant made was one of utter bliss at being taken care of. Unable to resist he slipped his hand into Kant’s soapy strands that smelled of honey and smoke. He began massaging Kant’s sensitive spot. A small moan leaving his happy floating boyfriend. 

“Bi-” Kant couldn’t help but breathe out. He felt amazing despite being sore. The good kind that left him all loose limbed with just enough energy to let Bison take care of him. 

“Earlier, P’, Style said I’d peel you like an onion.” Bison guided Kant to keep his head tilted back so that he could rinse the shampoo out. Kant’s eyes fluttered shut and that made Bison just wanted to kiss him senseless. 

“Mhn…” Kant moved his arm back to stop Bison for a moment. “…I did something stupid once with Style.”

“Just once?” Bison chuckled. “With the bonus of Style?” 

“Bi-ison.” Kant whined then let out a chuckle, “Of course not once but this was just different.” - Next Chapter of Eyes Wide Open

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Fadel smiled as he settled behind Style. He draped his arm over his boyfriend’s waist. A loose hold that he only wanted to tighten. Today had been strange, Style had been so stressed and not willing to share what happened. The angry outburst at Kant in the diner seemed to rattle Kant and Fadel had been planning to talk it out. But Style had requested that Fadel's fifteen minutes break be used to shut his brain off to anything that wasn't him. So that's what he did.

He was brought back to the present as Style shifted in his sleep. The mechanic's slender hand reaching Fadel's. Instead of just intertwining their hands, Style brought Fadel's hand to his throat. Fadel snorted as Style wiggled back against his chest, letting out a relief sounding sigh as Fadel didn't withdraw his hand just kept his hand firm.

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✂ Snippet: What Are We Even Doing?

It wasn’t that Kenta wasn’t used to suits. There were countless times that he was in them when on duty with Tony. He’s also been ogled before. What he hasn’t had is Kim’s dark honey eyes intensely boring into him like he wants to devour him whole instead of skinning him. Like right now, the alpha’s gaze felt stuck at his neck where the dangling earring he’d been requested to wear was brushing against the black cashmere turtleneck that rose above the collar of he black tuxdeo jacket. 

Kenta could be honest with himself that he enjoyed the attention. That first kiss had rewired his brain in a way he didn’t think was possible. He’d tried for years with stolen moments to forget what he had felt for Pete, and in the end it only took that one kiss from Kim to bring that obsession to a close. Those soft, demanding lips left his mind and body yearning for more, especially when he should be focusing on figuring out how to…

There was a sudden brush of Kim’s fingertips to the top of Kenta’s ear as the alpha brushed some loose hair strands behind his ear that had Kenta’s brain come to a full stop. He turned his head, breath caught at the action to find Kim still looking at him. A small smirk forming in the corner of his beguiling lips. 

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✂ Snippet of North/Sonic - Sharing Clothes

I’m on my way. 

The text that North had sent earlier was running through his head. That’d been forty-five minutes ago and he’d not heard since. He was really trying not to be the kind of alpha that always checks in on his omega. Besides, North was more than capable of defending himself. He licked his lips and reached for his beer. His touch was a little bit more firm around the glass bottle neck. 

“Oh look who the cat dragged in!” Dean called out, causing Sonic to twist around to find North walking into the diner.  There was his mate sauntering in with a grin on his face. He had zero shame as he let his gaze turn avid. His boyfriend was approaching them wearing a normally oversized hoodie on him but fit in all the right places on North. He looked sexy with his half braided hair that he let Sonic try on him while North had been studying the training videos. North had paired the hoodie with jeans that fit him like a glove and the new tennis shoes they bought on their last shopping date. He was so lost in staring at his mate that he almost forgot about North’s new friend,  Drake. Another alpha that was actually a good driver but humble enough to recognize that there is always room for improvement. North said he was just a friendly fellow driver but he didn’t like him hanging on North. As in literally, the alpha draped his arm that…

Oh good boy. Sonic thought as North ducked out from under said arm.

“Less cat more pup.” Babe teased which had Sonic suddenly shooting him a nasty glare. 

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Bucket of Wips - PIT Babe S2 Edition

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you like

Tagged by the glorious @le-trash-prince 🏁🖤 🖤 I tag: @gonardo-writes @elliebirdwrites @jez-bez @imogenegomi @occasionally-writing & anyone else that wants to do it! 🖤

🏁 MPreg - Winner/Dean | Sometimes Losing is a Win AU also (SLiaWverse)

🏁 Mpreg- Kenta/Kim Prompt

🏁 North/Sonic - Minific | Take Me Away AU

🏁 Sharing Clothes prompt - Sonic/North (SLiaWverse)

🏁 Fluff Prompt - North/Sonic (SLiaWverse)

🏁 5+1 Chris|Way/Pete (Amnesia Way AU)

Sometimes Losing is a Win Snippet ✂

Winner was ready to go the moment he stepped into the event. He felt so nauseous and ready to be back safe in his condo. Normally he’d be on cloud nine to be at such an event in the past but now it just seemed tiresome. It didn’t help that all the scents were much more intense with him being pregnant. A good shower, followed by a soak in a tub with the jets.  The idea was warmly swimming in his head when 

“Oh there you are, Win.” Ty from the Penske Racing team called his name. His scent alone made Winner want to vomit the little bit of fruit he’d managed to get down. “Stayi-”

“It’s Winner and I am going to speak with Vinya.” Winner had zero intentions of talking in any shape or form with the alpha. Not that it ever stopped the male. Instead it only encouraged him. 

“I know who you are.” Ty sleazily smiled at him, “And Vinya has already left.”

“I saw her…” Winner ignored him, tilting his head to look meaninglessly in the opposite direction. 

“No you didn’t.” Ty pointedly said, grinning now as he took a step forward and Winner fought the urge to throw up all over him just to watch the grin disappear off his face. 

“She’s on the second floor, babe.” An all too familiar voice came from his side. Winner schooled his face, turning with an almost flirtatious smile of his own as he found himself looking at Dean. His scent alone seemed to calm the wave of nausea in his stomach instantly. “Let’s go before she actually leaves.” A warm hand on the small of his back that he could feel through the silk panel of his tuxedo jacket. 

“Yes, let’s go.”

Practice Makes Pups Snippet ✂

Kenta shivered at the feel of Kim’s tongue as the alpha traced his spine. A pleased rumble came from Kim, enjoying the reaction. Kim had pounced the moment they’d gotten back from ther pack dinner at the pack house. Kenta slowly released his white knuckle grip on the edge of the bed only to find his hands right back. Kim’s own grip on Kenta’s hip loosened trailing down to the back of his thigh. 

“It’s not going to work.” Kenta huffed, amused knowing his mate wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. They weren’t in their ruts and he’d known for years that he was infertile. Tony hadn’t lied about that at least.

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Style woke up slowly and not in a good way. He was sore but not from being manhandled just the wayward he liked either. His jaw hurt and honestly he couldn’t really feel his left eye that he tried to open. His fingers twitched but felt the coarse texture of a woven blanket instead of his own comfy soft sheets. Though considering he knew this wasn’t normal. His right eye struggled to open but when he got the damn thing to focus he realized that he was in a hospital room. He felt the pain of causing his brows to furrow but nonetheless he was confused. He couldn’t remember why he was even here.

He tried to sit up only to feel a sharp pain shoot straight up his knee to his spine. “Oh f-fuck…”

“Oh shit! He’s awake, Bi! Fadel!” Kant’s familiar voice called out.

“Who…ahhh.” Style groaned in pain as the sharp pain shot again. “What’s wrong with me?” He slurred, tongue feeling heavy.

- Crash & Remember snippet

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Sometimes Losing is a Win ✂️

Fandom: Pit Babe

Focus Pairing(s): Dean/Winner

Alternate Universe | Tags: Canon Divergence | MPreg / Getting Together

Winner felt sick even if it would have been the truth in the past before all the shit with Tony and Babe. He had wanted to be something he wasn’t. He was a damn good racer when he wasn’t trying to beat Babe. Winner did the work, made a new name for himself in the industry and now he was pregnant. God he wanted to be home. This was just another reminder of the stupid pup he was.

“Yes, he is. Winner from the Domino Octane racing team is taken and the only sheets he’s tangling in are mine.” Dean boldly stated, he was careful to keep his jealousy out of his scent. It physically hurt to know that even after everything between them there had been others. He did though let his happiness seep out from Winner allowing him to help. “Come on, alpha.” He dropped his voice to the seductive drawl that had lulled Winner into letting Dean get away with almost anything.

Winner could barely contain the shiver that went down his spine at Dean saying that to him. It's been so long since Dean had addressed him like that. Wait…no.. He couldn’t let himself go any further mentally. Once they were in the parking garage he needed to leave. There was no way he was going to go anywhere with Dean.

“Breathe, Win.” Dean leaned into the shell of his ear so that only those with the most sensitive hearing could hear. “The elevator is to the left down here.”

“Don-” Winner started but Dean cut him off.

“Let me do this Win.” Dean pulled him flush against his chest, his hand resting on Winner’s stomach. The light nausea that had been stirring settled with Dean’s palm on his stomach as he pressed the button to go down to the garage.

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Little Hands in Big Hands

“Where is he?” Fadel mumbled as he checked their son’s bedroom then the playroom. Fadel had to take a call from his bar manager so he’d stepped out into the porch. He’d had to work from home because Style was sick - all fever, full body aches, and even vomiting the water he’d been sipping. The same thing their boy had brought home from his daycare.

“Turtlepig?” Fadel call out as he stepped out into the hallway. He hadn’t heard the house system announce the playground garden door open. That’s when Fadel realized that their bedroom door was ajar. A small fond smile spreading across his face. He peeked inside to find sure enough there was their son sitting amongst the pillows with his iPad propped up while combing his fingers through his Popsicle’s hair.

- snippet from one-shot for my Fluff Goblin-ruary!

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Come to Me // ✂️Snippet

“Yes?” Nan answered the phone after apologizing for taking the call. The two men appeared not to mind in the least. “What can I…”

“Let Pax off the hook for your damned meeting then come home when it’s done.” Mac demanded and even though he sounded alright; Nan knew the difference. His tone was shaking just ever so slightly. Mac was angry, angry enough that he didn’t want to drive. 

“I…” Nan had no issue leaving early. Their dealings were mostly settled anyways, they’d continue with their interconnected relations with the underground racing circuit. So right now it was drinks and small talk. Well at least where he was concerned. Day would be pleased that nothing went wrong. He didn’t think it would. Their dealings weren’t like the darker sides of the new minor head’s kingdom. Day didn’t want to dabble in that. So here they’d stay making easy money and living their lives well. 

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Snippets of works in progress

Eyes Wide Open // Fadel/Style Tags: Stalker AU, Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort; TW: Stalking, Harrasment

Fadel smiled as he settled behind Style. He draped his arm over his boyfriend’s waist. A loose hold that he only wanted to tighten. Today had been strange, Style had been so stressed and not willing to share what happened. The angry outburst at Kant in the diner seemed to rattle Kant and Fadel had been planning to talk it out. But Style had requested that Fadel's fifteen minutes break be used to shut his brain off to anything that wasn't him. So that's what he did.

He was brought back to the present as Style shifted in his sleep. The mechanic's slender hand reaching Fadel's. Instead of just intertwining their hands, Style brought Fadel's hand to his throat. Fadel snorted as Style wiggled back against his chest, letting out a relief sounding sigh as Fadel didn't withdraw his hand just kept his hand firm.

Like A Tattoo I'll Always Love You // Male OC/Male OC Tags: Wuxia, Getting Together, Hurt/Comforrt, TW: physical abuse, torture, and child abuse.

Duan Nanyou let out a shaky breath then peered over his shoulder at Zhao Jing Li. He looked him over then looked back at the armory where his goal lay. He just needed to get to the sword and leave. But what would his life be like when he did? Their love was conditional like everything else in life or when love leaves. His jaw tightened before he swallowed hard. 

“What do you dream of shixiong? Your own Joon-shixiong?”

“Sometimes, but not while up here,” Zhao Jing Li said, breathing in the morning air deeply. He smiled, then joined Duan Nanyou on the edge. “Up here dreams are easier to carry. Like they have wings. Up here is where birds belong, and sometimes if you sit here long enough, you turn into a bird and fly away. The better question is, in that case, where do you fly to?”

He tilted his head. “How many trainees do you think have sat up here and gazed over this place? Wondering where they fit? Wondering what their future will look like? Will they be stuck in the laundry, perhaps, should they fail to graduate?” 

He pointed to the laundry rooms, then over to the next buildings. “Or perhaps be stuck cooking? Or cleaning? Perhaps they come up here to dream of their future weapon. How it will feel in their hands, in their core. It’s a good dream to have, if a worry.”

“I’ll never carry a sword that’s endowed to me, shixiong.” Duan Nanyou answered truthfully. The pain of the truth of his past seeping into his bones. The again was left unsaid, not that Zhao Jing Li knew anything real about him. He never would. He’d take the stupid sword and give it to his father then do his job to be a good second heir. 

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Upcoming New Works

Until We Meet Again, Darling (Phayu/Rain)

Your Body is the Gateway (Monster Phayu/Rain Fic)

(Respectfully) Appa Your Hot (NerdyMechanic/Forward Rain)

Wips

I Can Be Your Boyfriend (Akk/Ayan | The Eclipse)

The Devil’s Heart (Prapai/Sky)

Pillow Talk (Multi-Fandom)

Not Gonna Fall (Mac/Nan)

Written on Your Skin (Phayu/Rain)

Gears of Revenge (Phayu/Rain)

A Soul to Crave (Vampire Au Phayu/Rain)

Snippets of Upcoming Works / Wips (Random)

Your Body is the Gateway

“Cloud has passed the veil.” Rain croaked out to himself. The truth before him as he felt the loss like someone was trying to carve his core out. The goddess had allowed his twin to die. He needed to know and the betrayal of his heart crept up knowing he’d need Phayu.  This knowledge was pain incarnate but to figure it out he’d have to do the one thing he didn’t want. 

“Rain?!” Sky, Chay, and Ayan came running into their roommates room. 

“He’s gone Sky.” Rain managed to get out as Sky reached him first. 

“P’Pha-” Sky started.

“No. Cloud. He’s gone. I’m so cold.”

Until We Meet Again, Darling

“I am try-”Prapai gasped out, clutching his throat. Sky rushed to his side, fetching a vial out of his satchel of holding. They knew it had to be one of his soothing teas that might help his throat to open up.

“It’s okay.” Rain tried not to look so scared as he reached up to gently cup Phayu’s cheek. His pain, the tears stinging his eyes. He wanted his beautiful lover to be the last thing that he saw. “It’s not-t your fault. We will figure this out whe-ree he sent me.”

“Rain I…” Phayu tried to grab onto Rain.

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Gears of Revenge { Phayu/Rain } Snippy ✂

“Ra-”

Slap!

The whole bed shook as the slap reverberated through Phayu. His leg that he hadn't realized was now being held up by a sling shot pain through his entire body at the sudden sharp movement. His arms all wrapped up in gauze with iv lines coming out his right arm. Suddenly there was beeping sounds and a ding from somewhere behind his head/

“Don’t you ever say his name again. Laying there like the useless piece of shit we both know you are.” Cloud icily ordered. That’s when it sunk into Phayu that this wasn’t the twenty-three year old mercenary for the hire. No, Cloud looked like he was closer to forty. Which would make the body he was in forty-five. He looked past Cloud to the mirror on the wall. That’s when he saw himself in the hospital mirror. Older and with longer hair than he remembered. He winced as the memories flooded his mind’s eye of the life he’s had with Rain. It was beautiful and more than Phayu could ever want, honestly. However it didn’t last as the memory of Saifah and Pakin coming to him. Rain was gone. Stop had come back just as Rain had feared, having finally found him at their flower shop when Rain was alone.