#Saturday snippet

[elvensorceress]

saturday snippet of longing and pining and being completely unaware of your own feelings! (feelings are hard, okay)

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"I don’t know how anyone could not want you.”

Buck stares at him again with that piercing, soul-rending gaze that skewers directly through Eddie’s chest. But then Buck closes his eyes and shakes his head with a sardonic huff. “He’s straight. So. Doesn’t really work that way.”

Probably says something that Eddie’s first thought is, why not?

Why would it matter? Who would even care about sexuality if it were Buck offering his heart? Attraction is made up bullshit anyway. Who actually looks at someone and wants them when you know nothing about each other? Who wants to fuck just because they think someone is good looking? No one falls in love at first sight. It’s romanticized, telenovela fiction. And people lying to themselves because they’re lonely or want attention or orgasms or whatever. 

There’s a lot you can convince yourself of when you’re lonely, heartbroken, afraid you’ll die alone, afraid you’re a failure as a person, a husband, a partner. There’s a lot someone might do to be what other people want. There’s a lot that gets cut out and tucked away in order to be what you’re supposed to. 

All the more reason Eddie judges and dislikes anyone Buck dates. He’s totally justified. None of them get him and they don’t adequately appreciate him at all and Buck deserves all the love in the universe. At the very least, he deserves someone who will love him just as much and just as fiercely as Buck loves them. 

“Weren’t you ‘straight’ until Tommy?” Eddie asks. “Or— not that it was dependent on him, not that he did anything— but you thought you were straight until you realized you liked him. Right?” 

Buck looks at him, stares too hard at him for far too long and it makes goosebumps wash all over Eddie’s skin. The hair on the back of his neck prickles and swishing, churning flips through his stomach. 

“Yeah,” Buck answers quietly. “I don’t think that’s the case here though. Doesn’t matter. It’s not— It’s late. Too late. It’s really too late. We should sleep.”

Yeah. They should. Eddie has a long day of more packing to do tomorrow and another long distance tour with the realtor. Even if thoughts are whirling in his head. Too many thoughts. 

How does Buck know it’s unrequited? How does he know what he’s feeling now if he didn’t before? Did something change? How the hell would Tommy supposedly know if Buck didn’t know? 

How does Buck feel when he likes someone? 

How does anyone feel when they like someone? How do you know if you do? Is there supposed to be something you feel when you’re looking at someone beautiful? How would you know they’re beautiful if all you know about them is how they look? 

How do you feel anything for someone? Especially if you don’t know them? People say sex is better with someone you love, but is that more romanticized bullshit? Probably. Sex is overrated honestly. It’s fine. Mostly. Just. Not what everyone seems to say it is. Nothing earth shattering or life changing. Nothing all that intimate either. Not technically. It’s just distant, avoidant, using each other for a moment of relief. He and Shannon did it so they didn’t have to talk. When they didn’t want to talk or actually be close. They didn’t have to go on dates or bare their souls or anything. They could just take off some clothes. 

Isn’t that what everyone does? Isn’t that the difference between dating someone versus being friends with them? 

Is it supposed to be different? Is that why people like sex? Because it’s different for them? 

Does anyone actually feel the kinds of intense, fervent, passionate emotions that people make up stories about? Isn’t romance just another fantasy? Like fairy tale magic and otherworldly phenomena? Like dragons and unicorns and mythical creatures? It’s a nice fantasy, but still a fantasy. None of it is real. 

Love isn’t sex or attraction or beautiful people being beautiful. None of that is love. 

Love is sacrifice. Connection. It’s blood and battle and being torn apart. Giving up everything because there’s no alternative. Because you’re not whole anymore without the person you love. They’re part of you. So losing them is losing yourself. 

Is that all love is? Loss? 

Eddie reaches out and holds onto Buck’s shoulder. They should sleep. He’s tired, too. But there’s heaviness in his chest and a swirl of despair whirlpooling inside him. It’s small now, but it’s been growing and he needs to hold onto Buck. 

When it’s not enough to just grip his shoulder, Eddie lets his hand slide down until it’s again resting on Buck’s chest and he can gently rub back and forth a few times. He hopes it’s comforting. He hopes Buck knows he’s not alone. Eddie won’t let him be alone. Someone will love Buck the way he should be. 

A wave of envious aching crashes through Eddie’s chest and he swallows hard. Buck should be loved. Buck is loved. Maybe not the way he wants. But Eddie loves him. Every beat, every breath, every single shred of his soul holds love for Buck. It might not be enough, but it is there. Eddie would love him until Buck finds someone he wants who loves him properly. 

Eddie would love him after that, too. Even when Buck is happy and settled and doesn’t need him anymore. 

Buck takes Eddie’s hand and holds it tightly as he closes his eyes. He doesn’t turn back around. And he doesn’t let go. 

Eddie just wants to inch closer and hold tighter. 

There’s something faded, slipping away like tides and wet sand through his fingers. 

Why can’t he keep this?

Why can’t this be the answer? Why can’t Eddie love him the way he wants? Why can’t Buck love Eddie this way? Why can’t they be in love with each other? 

[ksbbb]

SATURDAY SNIPPET (Fuck it Saturday)

Tagged by @honestlydarkprincess

“Hi Theo. I’m Liam. Wait, you know that. Why are you introducing yourself like I’m not going to kill you in five minutes? Odd.” Liam is puzzled, and happily smiling at him, which is why Theo’s not moving, or challenging his strange behavior.

“Why were you in Eichen?” Theo inadvertently asks, needing time to think of a way to find the injection or maybe he can rip his heart out. Messy but effective.

“None of your business. Anyway, ready?” Liam stands, eyes flashing at him and they’re a nice little touch. They really give Theo the feeling of being a normal supernatural but they both know they’re not.

“I’m not going to sit here and let you kill me.” He points out, highly offended by the idea of being such a pushover, that he'd stand by and let someone kill him without doing something about it.

Tagging @fruchtfliege @hemlocksandfoxgloves @thiamsalpha @genetic-hellhound @dreadful-doctors @theoceanismyinkwell @ashyjingles @slimeyslimeyballsack @thiamsxbitch @gaefandomlover

[goldenlionprince]

⭐ Snippet Saturday ⭐

thank you @lilacella for the tag 🥰

since I was typing on that a little bit today, have a snippet of the next story on the Ravenclaw Sirius AU

“Do me a favour.” The sudden voice so close to James' ear startles him so bad, he nearly spits out his orange juice. He swallows it instead but it still somehow catches in this throat, sending him into a coughing fit. Wheezing, James wipes his mouth on the sleeve of his Quidditch sweater, blinking away tears from his eyes. “Are you trying to choke me?” “If I wanted to choke you, Potter, you would know about it.” James looks up at Black and very nearly swallows his tongue all over again. Black is wearing Gryffindor colours. He's wearing red and gold. It looks stunning on him, of course it does, but what really makes James' brain stop working entirely is that he knows the very sweater Black is wearing. It has James' number on the little breast pocket in the front and James knows that, would Black turn around right now, he would see his own last name spelled in big golden letters across Black's back. “Where did you get that from?” James asks, his mouth suddenly dry. “You don't like it?” Black grins, knowing perfectly well that James likes it very, very much. “Lupin got it for me.” “Remus?” James frowns. Since when did Remus meet up with Black, especially without James knowing about it. James turns to Remus, who sits across from him on the Gryffindor table, buttering his toast. At James' glare Remus lifts his hands in innocent surrender, butter slipping off his knife and splatting onto his plate. “We had a Prefect meeting yesterday,” Black says, rolling his eyes but the amused grin is still very firmly on his lips. He sits down in the seat next to James as soon as Peter scoots over to make room for him. “Calm down, I'm not secretly snogging all of your friends behind your back.”

tagging (no pressure) @squintclover @nyxunderwood @jmagnabo92 @lovelymasks if you'd like to share something 💖

[heardsomedickwasbeinmeantoyou]

SATURDAY SHNIPPET

posting apropos of nowt bc i've worked on this today and am a bit in love with it (cross your fingers for me the feeling lasts!). it's from my buddie accidental sexting wip partly inspired by the absolute masterpiece that is @wildehacked's I Love You But I Need Another Year. it's eddie pov with manchurian catholic undertones and i'm just under 5k and ed's hasn't even got a hand on his dick yet lmao. large font is the boys texts (buck's have Buck: as a precursor). buck's dating tommy 👀 as this is during the nun!marisol/pent-up eddie thing.

!! mature !!

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Badly need to switch my brain off, you know? Just don't really know how to do that right now. 

Which is—a bit of a lie. Eddie's learned plenty of relaxation techniques over the years. He knows several breathing exercises and an array of calming mindful practices he could employ. It's just that Eddie's sort of become low key invested in whatever Buck's version of Eddie relaxing might be. Which is probably just because Buck knows him so well, and will be at least able to continue distracting Eddie till Eddie gets tired enough to drop off.

Right?

He really could do with loosening up first, though. 

Buck: OK. so you gotta think about like. something you don't usually think about…… 🧠❓🤔 

Fuck knows why but the Buck&Tommy porn reel is at once scrolling Eddie's brain again, his dick twitching a little in interest against his thigh and—Jesucristo, Eddie has to concentrate really fucking hard now to get his messed-up head somewhere very much other than his best friend's sex life. 

What is wrong with him?

Sure, Buck and Tommy fucking is definitely something Eddie doesn't usually think about, but shit. He has to shake his head to dislodge the image of Tommy's hulking silhouette bracing Buck, and he's really, truly hoping his manchurian Catholicism hasn't been harbouring some sort of weird latent homophobia all this time. 

He just does not want to be thinking of Kinard while feeling this horny. Buck's image, however, is so familiar to Eddie— seared into the lining of his grey matter—that he's not really sure there is anything he can do about getting rid of it. Not unless he wants to run the risk of the stuff he's so desperately trying not to think about sneaking it's way to the forefront of his mind once more. 

Buck: got something in mind? 

Um. 

Buck: picture it now

Buck: and i don't mean like the weekly grocery list or whatever btw

Buck: something sexy 

There's a record scratch in Eddie's brain. 

Hang. The Fuck. On.

Is Buck really doing what Eddie thinks he's doing? And is Eddie—is Eddie really contemplating just… Going along with it? 

Eddie's thumbs are moving across his phone screen of their own accord.

He can't let himself think sexy thoughts. All he can think of is Buck. But Buck did say something different...

Eddie types.

Yeah.

Fuck. 

Buck: alright. okay. take a deep breath. in fact take a few

Buck: and picture…… whatever it is. then start tracing your fingertips over your belly in small circles. start around your belly button. then make them bigger. big, sweeping circles

Buck: but slowly

Buck: and softly 

What in the name of Eddie's sanity is actually happening right now? And why is Eddie's body just—doing exactly what Buck is telling it, without Eddie giving it permission? 

Eddie's fingers are rough against the soft skin of his abdomen, the tips catching a little in the hairs just below his belly button. 

Like a bur on a sunny afternoon. 

He's thinking of Buck. Nothing sleazy, of course. Just Buck in his turnouts. Buck wearing that really nice burnt orange sweater Maddie and Chim got him last Christmas. Buck in a tank and shorts at the station gym. Just—Buck. 

And this, and touching his body the way Buck is telling him to, it all feels... It feels good, actually. Really fucking good. 

Buck: still with me eds? 

Eddie has to type the message out with his left hand, the right one busy drawing strange patterns over his own skin.

Ueah. Feels nice. 

¿Qué carajo?!

Buck: now do the same but up and down your thighs

Eddie does, and—oh, damn, it's—he really likes that. Thinks about Buck's hands doing the same over Buck's thighs. Wonders if Buck is doing it himself. Then he tries to worry about him thinking about that, but can't because Buck is texting him again.

Buck: and keep taking lots of big, deep breaths

Eddie breathes, big and deep, on Buck's instruction, and finds himself sighing quietly when he exhales. His fingers roam across his right thigh, then up the left, then up and over his belly, and back again. 

His phone buzzes against his chest. 

Buck: good? 

Eddie's picturing Buck holding his phone propped up on his own chest, other hand stroking his belly, just like Eddie.

Jeah. good

Buck: now touch your chest

Eddie keeps breathing, slowly, thoroughly, his hand doing exactly what Buck tells it. Then his fingertips skim over his right nipple and fuck, fuck he really likes that, so he finds the left one and does the same. Then he kind of rolls it between his forefinger and thumb pad before absently pinching at it—which rips this strange, strangled sort of sound out of him from somewhere deep in his chest, part gasp, part grunt, and his already fairly plump dick now springs up to full attention, bouncing slightly beneath Eddie's makeshift bedsheet blanket fort.

Buck: you still with me? 

Here. With yio

Eddie really, really wants to touch his dick—only Buck hasn't said that he can. 

Oh fuck, oh fuck, what the ever-loving fuck is happening right now?

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play or nay, tags are under the cut! let me know in the notes if you'd like tagging if/when i finish this!

@inell @rosieposiepuddingnpie @sortasirius @angela-feelstoomuch @woodchoc-magnum @kitteneddiediaz @watchyourbuck @treasurehuntbuck @daffi-990 @eddiegettingshot @mazzystar24 @colonoscopys @shitouttabuck @lamardeuse @exhuastedpigeon @lamardeuse @veronae-buddie @wildehacked

[mairaiscarrierofthepaperclips]

Saturday Snippet

Tagged by @smilingbuckley, and it definitely isn't Saturday anymore but time is a construct, so here we are.

Hands were on his shoulders, pulling him back, pulling him away, and it was a reflex to struggle, to fight against their hold once, twice, three times, sobs tearing out of his throat as Eddie threw himself back at Buck’s- he couldn’t say corpse, he refused to say it, that would make it real, he couldn’t, he couldn't.

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[tealeavesandtrash]

✨Saturday Snippet✨

@wylanlupin tagged me in wip wednesday but this is the first day I've had to chance to properly look at my fics all week :")

I'm currently bouncing between three fics I want to finish in 2 weeks - this is the opening to a NYE fic/sequel to Sweet Dreams. Maybe posted sometime this month, maybe posted next year, we'll see!! (Very minor spoiler alert for those reading along to the realtime updates lmao)

Regulus is good at hosting parties, great in fact if he does say so himself. It almost certainly has something to do with his parents - the etiquette lessons that were drilled into him since childhood by his mother and later the networking events he's attended with his father, learning those little tricks on how to read a client and win them over. Regulus has developed a bit of passion for it. He knows what people like, enjoys planning an evening that he knows his guests will appreciate. So when Sirius had floated the idea of spending New Year's in London, Regulus took it into his hands to arrange. It's only a small affair, just Sirius and a handful of friends. And Remus. And Teddy. Regulus hasn't had the pleasure of meeting his brother's new boyfriend yet. There have been some brief conversations while on the phone with Sirius, and Regulus did a fair bout of internet stalking when they first started dating (he may have been ever so slightly concerned that Sirius’ very uncharacteristic decision to drop his entire life for someone he’d just met was some sort of romance scam and he wanted enough foresight to protect as much of his assets before Sirius came slinking back to London with his tail between his legs.) But twelve months later Sirius is still in Scotland, hasn’t lost all his money in a shotgun marriage and the subsequent divorce, and seems the happiest he’s ever been in a long time. And from the little Regulus knows about him, he has to admit Remus seems like a decent guy. Maybe lacking in taste when it comes to men, but then he’d gotten Regulus and advanced proof of Emily Wilson’s Iliad translation which permanently landed Remus in his good books.

No pressure tags <3 @diamondmeadow @marigold-hills @goldenprophetwrites @quiethauntings @veganbutterchicken @magicbeings

[bifuriouswaterbender]

WIP Weekend

The Rules:

In a reblog (or a new post w/ rules attached) post file names of your wips. Not titles, file names. I'm cheating slightly by marking the event one that didn't have it in the title.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

The WIPs:

Steddie Winter Exchange - Secret, secret, but I'll post something else after writing it!

Merman Eddie (Eddie Munson Big Bang) - I can post for it now!

Spotify Wrapped 2024 - (prompt info here)

Supernatural Drabble

He's All That Ch 10

The Snippet (From Merman Eddie):

For a split second, Steve froze, but before it was enough to pull the log back under, he started kicking again. “That’s fair, I suppose. You’ll really tell me anything?”

“As far as I can tell,” Eddie said with a sigh. “How will I know if you’ve poked too deep?”

“Who’s Vecna?”

Eddie dug his claws into his own palms.

“So I did ask the wrong question.”

“No, no,” Eddie said quickly. “I just… have to figure out how to answer.”

[hinge]

Hinge presents an anthology of love stories almost never told. Read more on https://no-ordinary-love.co

[authorpennymarsh]

It's time for another Saturday snippet!

“You want to go to a wine tasting?” Bes glances at Toby briefly, eyebrows raised in surprise. “We’re talking about fermented grapes here, right? Marlot? Rose? Sangria?” “Does sangria count as a wine?” “Not the point here.” “I mean, doesn’t it sound like fun? We can just keep driving if you don’t want to go.” The excitement falters. Toby doesn’t want to come off as pushy. He just wants this to be the best thing Bes has done in—ever. Not just the wine tasting. The wine tasting could be mid for all he cares. But the trip as a whole. The travel. The break. The escape.

[theadmiralsdaughter]

Even without the footman's introductory proclamation, every eye in the room would have set itself on Maristella Arrington as she descended the grand staircase. There was not a soul on Ervina Island who wouldn't recognize the Admiral's daughter— and surely among the visiting guests in attendance, most of whom being men of rank in the navy, she was all the more well known. Even the newest among recruits had doubtless considered how the admiral's daughter could sway her father's opinion, how if she spoke but a word to the admiral in your favor, a promotion followed close behind. Surely, most of the men in attendance had figured that if a man here were to win her heart, he'd not have want for anything in terms of station and position. But though this all weighed on Maristella's mind as she entered the ballroom, she scarcely noticed any of them. There was but one soldier whose return to Ervina she'd eagerly anticipated: her father, the Admiral Charles Arrington himself, who'd spent the last six months at sea and finally returned home.

MARISTELLA ARRINGTON: THE ADMIRAL'S DAUGHTER ch i

[sunflouwerhabit]

FELLOW MAGIAN,

Our beloved Braris has been threatened by those who wish to destroy our noble nation and tarnish our great history.

Stand strong. Stand together. Resist Nightshade and all it yearns to destroy. Remain valiant and vigilant.

Battle commences in six days hence.

@bravetemptation

[raywriteshere]

Saturday Snippet

In an attempt to throw off my procrastination and go work on the WIP I need to finish... here's the beginning of the third oneshot I've started today. ^^"

Yuuta/Inumaki brainrot is winning...

Being suddenly named Gojo Satoru's heir is significantly less annoying when he meets the omega the clan elders want him to marry. Yuuta's breath hitches when he catches sight of his new betrothed. Long, dark lashes against pale skin draw him in as the omega glances up during his bow. Yuuta freezes halfway through his own. His mouth falling open. Inumaki Toge. The name sits heavy on his tongue as he tries to speak, to provide a proper greeting to the man he's meant to marry. The man he's meant to take to bed. His cock hardens at the thought. Yuuta swallows thickly as his gaze flicks over the omega drowning in layers of silk and lace. He cannot make out Toge's body through all the robes, by design. His mind is more than happy to imagine peeling all of those layers off though, revealing more of the pink flush rising on Toge's cheek. Yuuta startles to attention and drags his eyes back up. The soft strands of blond hair falling into Toge's eyes would look even better on his pillow. Ah~ He's being a total perv! Maybe he's spent too much time around Satoru... The most prized omega in the Inumaki clan, born with an innate cursed technique and well-educated by all the best tutors, and all Yuuta can think about is sex. Like some dumb knothead who only thinks with his cock. By some miracle - probably Satoru's insistence - Yuuta's been permitted to see his future omega's face before the wedding. Toge's gaze settles on him. Sharp and focused. Yuuta's throat bobs as he gets lost in the violet hue of dark irises. Almost unnaturally dark and utterly beautiful. A still, midnight sea stretching out before him. He's so distracted by Toge's eyes he almost misses everything else! A splash of black against smooth porclean. Togd must have their clan's signature cursed speech, given the fangs marking his pale skin. They drag a straight line right to pibk, shimmering lips. The fangs have a snake. Another mark, on Toge'a tongue. Yuuta shivers. His cock throbs and he's suddenly very thankful for the many pleats in his hakama. He's staring. Yuuta knows it. Toge knows. Everyone in the whole room is well aware and waiting for him to break from his stupor, waing for him to speak. Various members of both clans are starting to glare at him, but Yuuta's mouth goes dry. What words could he ever offer such a beautiful creature?! "Aw~" Satoru cuts in, jumping up from his seat on the dais. He actually giggles and claps his hands, "Yuuta's so taken by your beauty, he can hardly speak! How romantic!" Yuuta flushes, ducking his head to hide his now bright red cheeks. He pushes a hand through his hair and cringes. "My-my apologies, Inumaki-san," Yuuta finally chokes out, "I hope I do not offend you." A deadpan "fish flakes" is the only response and Yuuta just about dies of embarrasment right there in front of everyone. Behind him, his bodyguards don't even bother to hide their laughter.

np tags for anyone who wants to share a snippet: @thiamsxbitch @rhyslahey @mega-ringsandthings-world @idontevenknowhowtolife @aadmelioraa @irenthel

[hinge]

Hinge presents an anthology of love stories almost never told. Read more on https://no-ordinary-love.co

[ksbbb]

Saturday Snippet 🩸

Liam lets his fangs fall, licking his lips just enough for him to worry about his own personal safety.

“I want to know what it’s like to be this sad. It’s almost silly.” Liam mocks, an unwanted statement, and Theo holds his chin up in angry silence.

”I have nightmares every day about my dead sister. Can’t I have one day to myself?” He begs, wounded and confused with all the things Liam loves to say to him.

“Then how can I help you?” Liam purrs, wrapping a hand around his neck and gently stroking along his throat.

“I don’t want help.” Theo angrily tries to pull away, but Liam only holds him tighter, cutting off his airway for half a second, but it still startles him.

[sliebman10]

Saturday Snippet

(I don't totally know what this wants to be, but this snippet wanted to be written...A lazy morning with Aziraphale and Crowley)

Mornings like this were nothing short of miraculous.

Or so Crowley was learning. 

Even as recently as a few months ago, he never would have admitted it.  But now there was nowhere else he'd rather be than here, in the drafty room above the book shop, wrapped up in his angel. 

Aziraphale's warm weight against him was reassuring as his fingers made idle patterns across his back. Crowley pulled a quilt over them as their skin cooled and Aziraphale let out a happy, sated little sigh. 

The small sound reached inside Crowley and tugged, reinforcing that after thousands of years, this was exactly where he was supposed to be. 

"Tea, darling?" Aziraphale asked, lifting his head off Crowley's chest so he could see him. Before, Crowley had only seen Aziraphale disheveled only a handful of times in all of the many years he'd known him. So seeing him now, his hair mussed and his eyes hazy made Crowley smile. For he knew this was just for him.

"Anything you want, Angel." 

[heartofspells]

Saturday Snippet

Tagged by the lovely @r33sespieces. Thank you, my sweet <3

A little Sirius raising Harry fun on this fine day for you all.

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"I think he's lonely," supplies Hermione knowingly on the playground one day when Harry brings it up. "Mrs Weasley thinks the same thing. I heard her telling Andromeda during Christmas, which means I'm right."

"What's he got to be lonely for?" scoffs Ron, frowning at Hermione. "He's got Harry, don't he?"

"Yes, but adults like other adults around, Ron," says the girl in irritation. "Honestly, don't you pay attention to anything?" As Ron sputters, Hermione turns to Harry who's digging his hands into the sand surrounding them. "Don't you think he's lonely, Harry?"

Shrugging, Harry makes an uncertain face. "I dunno. He seems okay except at night sometimes. Maybe it's what's in the bottle he's always got, but I can't figure out what it is. I can't ever find it in the morning, like it never existed and I just made it up."

"Grown-ups don't like for kids to know when they're sad," informs Hermione promptly.

"D'you think he puts his sadness into the bottle and throws it away before I wake up?" asks Harry. "That way I'll never see it and he thinks I don't know it's there?"

"Yeah. Yeah, yeah!" chirps Ron excitedly. "I bet that's it. What else would it be?"

"Maybe he's drinking it," insists Hermione pressingly, cleverly, but neither Ron nor Harry are paying her any attention now.

"You should get him a girlfriend!" tosses out Ron eagerly, kicking up a bit of sand as he lurches forward onto his knees. "Bill's got one of those now. They've always got their faces shoved together. It's gross." He pulls a disgusted expression, his nose and mouth twisting like he might be ill.

"I think my dad likes boys," muses Harry thoughtfully. "I've seen him flirt with them at the market and in the park."

"He flirts with the girls, too, I've seen it," urges Ron, appearing puzzled.

Harry frowns a little in consideration, his eyes twitching away as he recalls encounters he's witnessed with Sirius. "Doesn't seem the same when he does it with them. He mostly just smiles and nods a lot. Like he's being nice more than anything."

"So, get him a boyfriend, then!"

"But how do I do that?"

Hermione clears her throat, pulling their focus. "You'll have to study," she provides, sitting up straighter, and Ron moans, flopping backwards into the sand, a cloud bursting around him. He swats the grains away with an annoyed hand.

"You always want to study," he grumbles, scowling at the bright sky overhead. "Study, study, study."

Tagging: @spikybanana @tracingpatternswrites @juliflamme @hihimissamericanbi

[hihimissamericanbi]

Saturday Snippet (on a Tuesday)

I was on vacay when the immaculate @heartofspells tagged me so hope this still counts. ALSO psh yall think I have anything tumblr-ready to share? NO. BUT.

Because I'm nice.

Have some muggle best-friends-to-secret-fuck-buddies-to-lovers ~*Tedromeda*~ from a fic that will never see the light of day for a whole host of reasons, so don't get attatched.

~

Andromeda was… so much. Brilliant and weird and consistently the most attractive person in the room. Her intensity was her secret: she preserved her hurricane heart behind milky sugared glass, a single saccharine molecule standing between phenomenal cosmic power and a world woefully unprepared. Should the barrier breach with so much as a hairline fracture, Cheshire smiles would melt into fool’s gold beneath her acid tongue; bullshit would die in the backs of throats under her laser beam gaze. All would love her and despair.

Wanda really is the strongest Avenger.

So, no one ever really knew what to do with all of Andromeda because she could not risk the cataclysmic catastrophe of baring all of Andromeda. She lurched through life like that, wrong-footed yet careful: she kept her heart separate from the body the world grabbed at with syrupy-sweet fingers. She slept with men whom she wouldn’t love. She fell in love with women who wouldn’t sleep with her.

Ted knew what he was for Andromeda: A tucked-up corner where she could be safe, either in her body or in her soul, and never the twain shall meet. And he was fine with that. He had to be.

But fuck.

He circled the couch and sat down next to his devil in disguise.

Just look at her.

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Tagging idek who has been tagged bc again, vacay, but I will always take more camboy a/b/o @r33sespieces and... let's see... @maybebabyplease got any smut for me?

[enchantedlandcoffee]

Saturday Snippet

@justahappycloud and @aquietlarrie tagged me to share a snippet. The main thing I have been writing recently is a fic for Red, White and Royal Blue so I'll share a short snippet of that.

H, Words can not describe these past few weeks. I can't stop thinking about you. More specifically, I can't stop thinking about your smile, your body and the way it feels under mine, the sounds you make when we're alone together.

Tagging (no pressure) @wemadethishome @greeneyesfriedrice @28goldens @larrysballetslippers