#[ hopefully this is okay ]

[weewoo911]

So I wrote a little something loosely based on this post I made about Eddie subconsciously associating his future wedding as being with Buck- I haven't written for ages but I thought if I was gonna make it into a fic I'd also have an accidental drunk confession to Buck in there- and this is that. If I ever wrote a whole fic of this there'd be no cheating so dw dw

"It must be nice," Buck says from the floor, "Marr-Marriaging, -having a wedding. I want that, I'd want-"

"I know what you want," Eddie laughs confidently from the empty tub. It feels very zen, lying here with his legs hooked over the circular tub, like lying inside a big cereal bowl. He is so drunk, and giddy and totally at peace with everything, "You want a spring wedding because you want a frankly ridiculous amount of flowers. You want it far enough away from the city that you can see the stars at night, but not so far that it'd cost too much for everyone to travel there. You like the idea of releasing lanterns but you're worried about the environment so you'd probably want - like- doves or butterflies instead-"

"Butterflies," Buck says from the floor, his voice thick, "Eddie, what-"

"M'not finished," Eddie continues with the gravitas of someone so hammered they cant feel their legs but who is nevertheless making an Important Point, "Butterflies, then. You want a light coloured suit, something that breathes well because you'll worry about sweating. Bobby would be doing the ceremony, so maybe Athena to walk you down the aisle? And of course Maddie as your best man. Woman. Person."

"… Maddie?"

"Well yeah," Eddie shrugs, transfixed by how the ceiling seems to be slowly tilting to the side, "Because Chris would be mine, and that way they can both be involved."

There's a frantic shuffling noise from the floor, and Buck's voice is much clearer when he speaks again, "Eddie. Eddie are you talking about- me and you getting married?"

"Who else?" And in his alcohol-soaked state, it's as simple as that- who else. God knows he's tried to fit other people into that role and they just never fit right because the void in his life is so decisively Buck-shaped. Haha, God knows, his chest begins to shake with silent laughter, it's funny, right? Because of the Catholicism.

"And that's-" Buck sounds kind of upset, which makes Eddie pause, why would Buck be upset when there's good booze and the ceiling is tilting and they're getting married? "That's something you want- the-the spring wedding and the butterflies and the-"

Oh, Buck's simply misunderstood, that's easy.

"I just wanna be the guy standing next to you."

[xler0]

"you're the most delicious sin of all"

[whorekneecentral]

hmmm okay would you feel some toto after today? the launch had me 👀 i’m ngl

maybe something casual like hes still working so hard to get everything perfect for testing? and then you try to get him to take a break, maybe with prompt 6 and 67?

-🐣

this is from the merc launch 😭 this has been in my inbox for way too long lmao // prompt: “I didn’t realize I needed your permission” + “you cocky bastard.” “what’s that ? you want my cock?” 

"Mr. Wolff?" You knocked on his door, peeking into the dressing room. "20 minutes to launch." You tell him, giving him the time warning.

"Come in for a minute, would you?" He calls, back turned to you. You step into the room, letting the door shut behind you. "Tie or no tie?" He turns to face you, holding up the black tie.

"I rather no tie but up to you."

"I didn't realize I needed your permission," he starts, causing your brows to furrow, "you asked my opinion." You rolled your eyes, earning yourself a smile from him.

"I'm just teasing, y/n."

He tosses the tie onto the chair, moving closer to you. His arm out in front of you and instinctively, you reach out to fix the cuff of his sleeve.

"Aren't you always?" You glance up at him, moving onto his other sleeve. "You cocky bastard," you mumble. Toto grabs your chin, pulling you to look at him.

"What's that? You want my cock?" He asks, feigning a look of confusion. Your cheeks are bright red, you can feel the heat and his gaze is not helping.

"Stop that." You tell him, pulling away.

"Stop what, sweetheart?"

"They need you outside in 15," you remind him, letting out a breath. Toto's hand rests on your hip, looking down at you. "Then you better behave so we're back in time, hm?"

[pomegrnate]

close starter for: @fadinglights inspired by this.

his body ached stunningly, white noise filling his ears and an aseptic smell coming in and out. the last remnants of his memory were foggy, an unexplored uncertainty going through his head slowly. still, he opened his eyes with much effort 'what...?' he whispered, trying his damnedest not to move too much, but still as surprise as ever to see that face 'what are you doing here?'

[cherrys-side-bitch]

Sukuna with a Himbo??? It seems like it would be interesting

𝕊𝕦𝕜𝕦𝕟𝕒 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 ℍ𝕚𝕞𝕓𝕠!𝕤/𝕠

Male! reader, Fluff

Your caring personality set him off at first, though. He's a curse, one of, if not, the strongest ones out there, and yet you still feel as if he deserves an ounce of kindness.

He was nearly entranced by your little habit, and he wished to know why. Everybody else despised him for everything he had done, and yet you never shied away.

Sukuna finds your dense personality quite troublesome at times yet somewhat endearing. As much as he detests repeating himself to get a point across he also enjoys it in a way.

Not to say that he'd allow anyone but yourself to act in such a way before him though.

Whenever you do little chores around the house he can't help but admire you.

Admittedly, he'd likely prefer to date someone stronger than the average human, mainly because if he does love you, he'd rather not accidentally break you. So this works out for him quite well.

He loves your muscular form, though. Simply raking his nails against your skin and feeling your muscles is what truly makes his day.

Never in his life would he admit it but he quite enjoys laying his head on your chest, it's somewhat comforting and a change from what he's used to.

┉ˏ͛ ༝̩̩̥͙ ⑅͚˚　　 ҉　　⑅͚˚ ͛༝̩̩̥͙ ˎ┉

[bewitchingjediandavengingnarnia]

Every friend group should include

a himbo

a mean bisexual

an even meaner lesbian

she/theys

he/theys

a token straight that's on thin ice

an astrology bitch who has everyone's birth cart memorized

a short king

aaaaaand a tall king

[ziggbunz]

uh uhhhh crap i can't think of anything super specific to request but: lucas and claus doing silly dumb sibling stuff?

[n-in-places-he-shouldnt-be]

N SHOULDN'T BE IN THE PANOPTICON FROM MILGRAM

N isn’t supposed to be in Milgram. (The Panopticon/Prison)

Requested by Anon

[tidalwhump]

Untitled Bloodbag Story - Panic

Previous , Masterlist

Taglist: @deluxewhump , @whumpycries , @mylifeisonthebookshelf

Warnings: Vampire, blood, broken arm, strangulation, consensual drug use.

If the boy had been paying attention and not hysterically crying and mumbling to himself, he would have noticed that the man was driving away from the vampires’ lair.

The boy tried to take deep breaths, but every breath he took made him break into more tears and start mumbling to himself, cursing and swearing the vampires and all they’d done to him, and cursing this vampire and what he was surely going to do to him.

It felt long, but yet not long at all before the car turned. The boy had had time to calm down, now taking deep breaths and only shedding the occasional tear, but turning down that gravel drive flipped a switch in him, and drove him feral.

Sitting up in his seat like a lightning bolt, the boy looked to the vampire in the driver's seat. He wrapped his arm around the vampire’s neck and held it there with his other hand, squeezing as hard as he could. The vampire swerved off the drive and onto the lawn, slamming on the breaks and stopping the car.

He reached up with lightning speed and grabbed the boy’s arm, there was a sickening crack, and the boy screamed. The vampire effortlessly pried the boy’s arm off of his neck and cast it to the side. The boy cradled his broken arm in his hand, crying and wailing. He looked down at his arm, blood everywhere, bone sticking out through the skin, and had to look away quickly before he passed out.

The door behind the boy was opened, and hands reached in, grabbing around his torso and pulling him out of the car. The boy kicked and screamed, trying to elbow the vampire in the face with his good arm, but the vampire held him tightly in his arms. When the hit finally landed though, the vampire had had enough.

He threw the boy onto the ground, knocking all the air out of him, and pinned him down at the wrists, kneeling over top of his chest. The boy tried to kick him off, get up, do something, but it was no use, the vampire was much, much stronger than he could ever hope to be.

“Let me go! Let me go, you bloodsucking leech!” The boy yelled as he struggled.

“Stop! Stop!” The vampire demanded as he held the boy down. “Stop! I’m trying to help you goddammit!”

“Help me? Help me? By bringing me back to that — that vampire lair? How the fuck is that helping?”

“Look around!” The vampire yelled. “This isn’t some fucking vampire lair, it’s my goddamn house!”

The boy’s eyes widened, and he slowly stopped fighting, turning his head to look at the house they were fighting on the lawn of. He wouldn’t really call it a house, more like a fricken mansion, but still, it was not the vampire lair he’d been trapped in for three weeks.

He turned back to the vampire. “But… But you’re a vampire…”

“And?” The vampire sat back, releasing the boy’s arms seeing as he stopped fighting.

The boy sat up a bit, looking up to the vampire sitting on his chest. “Why would you help me?”

“I may be hundreds of years old, but that doesn’t mean I’m a monster.” The vampire stood and reached a hand out to the boy on the ground. “Now get up, the sun’s almost up.”

The boy hesitated. Surely this was some sort of sick prank, there was no way a vampire would actually help him, especially bleeding and half naked on the side of the road, a perfect snack under the stars just waiting for someone to eat him up.

Scared out of his mind, the boy really didn’t have a choice. He was exhausted, had a broken arm and wanted nothing more than to have a good meal and a nice sleep. Hopefully, if he went with this vampire, he might get those things. He wondered what he’d have to give in return though.

He reached up and took the vampire’s hand with his good arm, letting the man pull him into a standing position. As soon as he was upright though, he stumbled, all of the pain snowballing so when he stood, he became dizzy and faltered.

The vampire caught him in his strong arms as he stumbled, and swiftly picked him up, carrying him towards the house. The boy rested his head on the vampire’s shoulder and looked up to the stars before they entered the house.

It was dark and quiet and unnaturally cold in the house. The vampire carried the boy through the house and down stairs into a finished basement. He set the boy in a heap beside a wood stove in the back corner and knelt down beside it, preparing to light it. The boy looked around, there was a small sitting room by the stairs at the other side of the room, a dining room between him and the sitting room and a small kitchenette around the wood stove. There also seemed to be a sort of bedroom underneath the stairs, separated by a wall and a corner.

The boy watched as the vampire lit the wood stove and closed the door, the fire, with the vampire’s skill, quickly taking light. The vampire got up, disappeared around the corner, and came back with two fur blankets in his hands. He laid one out on the floor beside the boy, and placed the other around the boy’s shoulders. The blanket was the softest he’d ever felt, although cold.

“Here, you can sleep by the fire for now, when the room is warmer you can use the bed.” The vampire told him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

The boy held out his broken arm, the bleeding had stopped, but it still hurt like hell. “...My arm…”

The vampire made a hmm noise, then went back up the stairs, and returned a few minutes later with pills and a glass of water in hand.

He held out two small purple pills out to the boy. “Take these, they’ll make you sleep, I’m sure you need it. When you wake up I’ll have a better look at your arm.”

The boy hesitated. Could he really trust this vampire?

“How do I know that I can trust you? That you aren’t going to hurt me like… like the others?” The boy asked.

The vampire looked up to the sky. “You just have to have a little faith, I’ve heard humans are quite good at that.”

The boy looked from the vampire’s hand to his eyes and back again. Screw it. He thought. He’s been through enough, and a little sleep sounds nice.

“Please, just, just let me sleep for a while, heal, you can hurt me after, if you really want to.” The boy bargained.

The vampire sighed. “I’m not going to hurt you, just take them.”

The boy held out his hand and the pills were gently placed in it. He popped them in his mouth, then took the glass of water and took a drink to wash them down. He gulped down the water, having not had a good drink in awhile, and handed the glass back to the vampire.

The vampire chuckled, “someone’s thirsty.”

The boy just nodded, looking back to the fire. He was still wet and cold, but the fire was certainly helping to warm and dry him, so he scooted him and his blanket closer.

The vampire watched intently as the boy — the dizziness hitting him all at once — lay down on the blanket on the floor and covered up his lower half with the top blanket.

Within minutes the boy had passed out, his eyes closed and his breathing even, the shivering gone. Standing over the boy, the vampire pulled out his phone and dialed a number, and talked to someone on the other side as he watched over the boy. When their conversation was over, he reached down and pulled the blanket up over the boy’s shoulder, then left.

[finclgicls]

muse  ៸  emma addison, mid to late twenties, aspiring auhor — plot  ៸  this — for  ៸ any of your muses, age gaps and step-somethings welcomed.

what the fuck was happening? she had no idea. they were at a family dinner, next to one another as they usually were. the restaurant was bustling and the people at the table were laughing and engaging in easy conversation and banter as they usually did. emma wasn’t entirely sure, but at some point, she felt a hand on her knee. having used the dress that was splayed out for her when she stepped out of the shower, and never thinking anything of it other than perhaps just being a homecoming gift. after all, this whole dinner was meant to welcome her back, even though she had been back home for a week.

it wasn’t the best thing in the world to be in her childhood home since coming back, but she felt fine while she was settling in and looking for her own place. it didn’t mean the last week hadn’t been intense, mostly due to the person sitting next to her, with their hand on her thigh and said hand skirting up, making her uncross her legs as if they would do that out of their own volition no matter how many times they asked, or how much she was against it. the brunette took the wine glass to her lips, hoping her flustered self could be written off as the alcohol affecting her bloodstream. she wasn’t much of a drinker as it was, people around her were aware of it, the people around her who knew her the longest. she licks her lips and presses them together before shooting a meaningful look at the culprit. “what are you doing?” she asks them in a hushed tone, one of her hands slipping under the table to hopefully stop their advances.

@caeruleums

[scarredfeathers]

Jewel had managed to get home okay after the fall, but it was only the next day when she'd woken up that she'd realized that the damage had been worse than she'd thought. She'd sprained her ribs according to her dad, so she was stuck at home today.

She'd called @edhellfire to let him know she was okay, but needed to heal so snack delivery was going to be on hold for a few days. Before settling in on the couch for what was likely to be a long and boring Saturday.

Only to find Eddie on the other side of her front door a little while later.

"Hey?" She said with a smile, surprised to see him there, "Turns out I sprained my ribs yesterday" She admits, with a small laugh and a shake of her head. She groaned a little as the ache from laughing came as she stepped aside to let him into the house. If he was here to help or just to keep her company she wasn't about to say no.

[technopathicredhead]

"You can sit here" Ruby said looking up at the other from her laptop and coffee as she was up late working on her latest assignment. It had taken a moment to hear him through the music that was faintly coming from her headphones, an attempt to drown out the noise from the other students chatting around them

starter for @predatory-maniac

[4015benson]

We’ll Figure It Out

Continued from here. @6313stabler

Olivia didn’t want to believe that the OCCB would actually close. They had a good team, they’ve brought several criminals to justice and in doing so, brought down some of the most dangerous criminal organizations. So, for anyone to think that disbanding this team was a good thing was absolutely baffling to the Captain. 

Though, Olivia Benson did understand needing to take care of oneself and one’s family, but this didn’t seem like the right way to do it, so admittedly, Ayanna’s decision had shocked her, troubled her even, but she was doing it for her family, so it was a very complicated situation all around. 

But it didn’t need to be. They could find someone else to run the OCCB if Ayanna took the promotion, someone to keep the task force alive and running. Even if there had been some faults and mistakes made within the group, but what task force or Precinct didn’t have those? Even the SVU had their own fair share of mistakes, but they continued to protect those in need just as the OCCB was doing.

When Elliot explains the reasoning why he wasn’t allowed to run it, Olivia sighs. Yes, her first thought was Elliot taking charge, especially with Kathy’s case being closed, but she figures given all the discourse and uncertainty surrounding Elliot, they wouldn’t allow him to do so, which he found to be incredibly unfair and wrong. He was a big reason as to why two of the most dangerous criminal organizations were no longer a thing, he was the reason as to why so many dirty cops have been taken down, though not many people saw that as a good thing and that angered the Captain. Cops shouldn’t be dirty, cops shouldn’t be working for the other side unless undercover as Elliot did, but only with the sole purpose of taking them down. The way Elliot has been treated didn’t sit right with the Captain and she made sure that was known. 1PP allowed him to go UC, they wanted dirty cops to be flushed out, and yet, they were barely having his back with the fallout. 

“Yes, but her case has been closed for months now. They can’t use that as an excuse anymore.” But she knew they were using other excuses as to why they wouldn’t appointment Elliot in charge. The UC assignment with the Brotherhood being one, his anger, his need to rebel at times but he’d come a long way - he’s changed. He thinks with his head and heart, he strategizes, he puts others before himself. He would make a good leader, Olivia believes, but given their relationship, they’d find her to be biased. But she wouldn’t say that if she didn’t believe it. She may be in a relationship with him, but she was also Captain when necessary. 

“Brass allowed this UC, El. They’re only pissed about it now because it’s more public than they wanted.” But what in the hell did they expect? Elliot puts his life, and career on the line, and they only back him if it benefits them? But now that they’re being looked at in the negative light, they’re allowing Elliot to take the brunt of it all? No way in hell would Olivia allow that. 

Frowning, she approaches him from behind as sets down the watch he’d just taken off of his wrist, her arms moving around his waist from behind and her lips pressing a kiss to this shoulder. “We’ll figure this out, El.” We because they were a team. Just because she wasn’t part of the OCCB didn’t mean she wouldn’t help them. She saw each and every one of them as family and part of the SVU team, so she’d have their backs, whether professionally or personally. “This city is safer because of what everyone there has done. It’d be the biggest mistake shutting you down.” 

[antiqsvchotic-archive]

@goldenliight​​ liked for a STARTER

minah woke up from another nightmare. heart pumping, sweat dripping down her forehead.. it was as if she couldn’t catch her breath. running her fingers through her hair, she shut her eyes temporarily. but that didn’t seem to help when the image would pop back right into her head. it was a normal occurrence, really. anyone would think that minah would be used to it by now. however, there are rough days. hues opening, she noticed the blonde enter the room and minah offered a tired smile, “hey, what are you doing up?”

[crazycatkatetrap]

Random Practice Tongue¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Testing out some brushes☺️

Close up:

[whcwashe]

starter calls || @hxllblazer 

She’d underestimated it, actually. 

How difficult it would be to just ... walk away. To pretend like she hadn’t seen anything, and act like she was normal when there were more and more ghosts lurking at the edges of her vision every day. The nightmares didn’t altogether help. Nor did the knowledge that she could be helping, instead of hiding away in a corner. 

“I brought coffee. And whiskey.” She pauses, holding a cup out to him with a cautious kind of smile. The kind that wasn’t a smile so much as it was a grimace. She shouldn’t trust him, she knew that. But she couldn’t quite help it either -- feeling like there was something in him worthy of following into the dark. Her father must have thought so, anyway. Not that she knew anything about him either. 

“Can we talk?”