#LOOK HOW PRETTY I DREW HEN

[azuree1733]

WHOS HYPE FOR THE FINALE

[goatgoesmbe]

College AU where reader is enrolled in art school while Kyle was majoring in IT

The latter likes to take the nude modeling gig for your major from time to time. Because well, he's hot and he knew it, so he likes to bless people with his appearance, plus- having people drew him was a nice ego boost. But also, he took the job more often when he saw your pretty face scrunched up at your sketch

He knew he was charming, always knew what to do or say to get the person he had his eyes on

Subtly flex as he posed and threw a wink at you whenever his eyes met yours. But, you were too stressed and sleep deprived--thanks to school projects--and would never catch his advances, or when you did.. it would take a moment

And when Kyle realized this, he thought it would be better to just ask you out there and then

He'e start with, "You look like you could use a cup of coffee"

In which you blinked at him, nodding off the sleepiness before smiling drowsily "Yeah? Guess i do"

"You're free after this? I knew this hidden gem nearby.." he continued

"Yeah? Sure- hey Johnny! We're gonna hangout after this, you want to come or not?" You yelled out at your classmate, who sat nearby

Your voice broke the focus of the others which earned you a glare, but you were too tired to care

Johnny looked up from his own sketch and raised an eyebrow, looking at you and Kyle back and forth before smirking

..Of course you thought that was just a friendly invite

"Sure, hen" he replied cheekily, eager to be a wingman or just to be a menace in general as he enjoyed watching things unfold like it was some kind of soap opera

Kyle had to physically held himself back from tackling the Scot

To calm himself down, he trailed his gaze back to you, observing your pretty face and every alluring curves of your body as you stayed oblivious

Then, he got snapped out of his thought when he heard you clicked your tongue

"Goddamit, i have to redraw this now-" he heard you grumble as you glanced at his crotch with a glare

He was confused until he then noticed it himself, how he got hard in front of everyone just from the sight of you

And while some thought he should be embarrassed (or pissed, since Johnny was snickering like an ass he was), he only smiled as he took in your frustrated expression that was oddly cute to him

[eddiazx]

leeking havoc - eddie diaz x reader

Based on this request: Hi love! I have another prank fic request for you :) (I also imagine this happening at the 118) Reader runs up to Eddie and Bobby in a panic. "You gotta come quick! There's a serious leak under the sink!"Everyone runs up to the kitchen and when one of them opens the cabinet, they discover that the reader drew a face on a leek. ( the picture of this prank online is hilarious 😂) Thanks hun!

It was a qui - it was a slow day at the firehouse today.

There had been a total of two calls in the past eight hours. One was a very clichéd cat-stuck-in-a-tree call, and the other was a non-serious allergic reaction that only Bobby, Eddie, Hen, and Chim went to.

Which left several members of the 118 behind - including you and Buck, which is an incredibly dangerous duo to leave behind, in Eddie's honest opinion.

Matthews reverses the fire engine into the station, and as soon as it was parked, Eddie hops off. Hen and Chim decide to do inventory in the ambulance, but otherwise the station is muted; the usual buzz of the place reduced to a very dull murmur. Eddie surveys his surroundings quickly for his girlfriend and best friend, to no avail.

As Bobby and Eddie start their ascent up the stairs to the loft, you show up at the top of the stairs, looking down at them, harried and stressed. "Guys, come quick! There's a massive leak in the kitchen!"

The two men rush upstairs, carefully walking around the kitchen to avoid slipping on any potential puddles of water.

"Where?" Bobby asks you, not seeing a leak anywhere.

"Over here, Cap!" Buck answers, pointing to the sink. Eddie raises an eyebrow at Buck, because Buck is pretty good at dealing with leaks - in fact, he's the better handyman between the two of them. Eddie and Bobby make their way towards Buck regardless.

Bobby opens the cabinet under the sink, and is met with a leek, alright. The vegetable, that not only has funny angry face drawn onto it with permanent marker, but also had a Polaroid selfie taped to it of you and Buck, sticking your tongues out at the camera.

"I'm too old for this." Bobby mutters, pulling out the leek from under the sink, and handing it over to Eddie before walking off to his office. As he does, he orders over his shoulder: "Y/N and Eddie, you're both on kitchen duty."

"What do you want us to make, Cap?" Eddie calls out.

Bobby turns around with a serene smile. "How about leek soup?"

Eddie groans. He was surrounded by children.

[blackcoldcrackedheart]

For @gay-hypersexual

Hope you like it!

Chimney didn't figure that game night date would lead to the greatest show ever.

He was happily munching on popcorn as he realized the fun that was actually occurring would over take game night for him, Maddie, Hen, Karen, Buck, and Tommy.

It started as a joke.

Actually it started before that.

Tommy was cool.

In a lot of ways, Tommy was a cool guy.

But he sucked at charades and pictionary, add to that that Buck didn't know a lot of pop culture stuff- the couple was doomed to lose every round during game night.

It wasn't until a round with Chimney and Maddie led to Karen and Tommy being partnering off.

"How was I supposed to know you meant Marie Antoinette?" Chimney asked, trying to not laugh as Maddie rolled her eyes in annoyance. Clearly upset that her husband couldn't figure out the answer based on her drawing of a large decorative cake.

Maddie threw her hands in the air, "I drew a cake! Is that not a clue?"

Karen and Tommy, unprompted and insync, began to sing "Cake, cake, cake, cake."

The four friends looked at each other before looking at Karen and Tommy quizzically.

"What?" Karen asked looked affronted as Tommy shrugged and just explained "Its Rihanna."

Hen raised brow at that, confused by how effortlessly the two had the same exact reaction.

"That was the first thing you two thought of?" Hen asked, pointing at them back and forth.

Karen looked back at Tommy, a coy smile matching his as they high-fived each other, both laughing over about being "Team Navy!"

"You were in the army?" Buck asked, looking even more confused along with Maddie.

Hen and Chim could only groan in their hands.

"You know what? Just for fun, let's have Karen and Tommy be partners." Chimney suggested, ignoring Hens pout and mumble about being partnered with Buck.

Once it was settled that the points wouldn't matter and that it was just for fun since Chimney and Maddie were winning anyway.

("Boooooo!")

Karen was up to the board first, the topic was movies still.

She drew what looked like an ugly dog.

"Coyote ugly!"

"Yes!" Karen screeched excitedly.

Hens jaw dropped in awe."No. Freaking. Way." She shook her head. "That was a fluke!"

"You don't even guess the ones that I draw that are obvious!" Buck complained, crossing his arms.

"Try another one." Chimney suggested, tossing more popcorn into his mouth and grinning at how Maddie was giving him a look that warned him to not start something with their friends.

Karen took another pieces of paper from the hat they used to collect suggestions.

"Oh, okay." She frowned, jutting her lower lip and thinking what to draw.

She drew a rough sketch of a brain with hearts surrounding.

It took no more than a second for Tommy to snap his fingers and point at Karen with the widest grin. "A beautiful mind."

"YES!" She screamed, meeting him halfway for a hug.

"Nope, no. No freaking way. Because hoooow!?" Hen asked, with Buck at her side and looking at the drawing.

"That's clearly a brain and the hearts are pretty." Tommy explained simply.

Karen poked him playfully in the shoulders, " Just like us." She smiled jovially, she stuck out her tongue st her wife.

"Oooh. You think you two can keep this up during charades? Gesturing is a lot harder than drawing. Maybe this is a fluke?" Chimney hoped he sounded indifferent and not egging.

He wanted to see Hen and Buck loose their cool a little.

Or a lot because both of his friends were not comprehending how Karen figured out Tommy's gesturing to his flexed arms to mean "The Hulk" or how miming wrapping himself in something could mean the "The Mummy."

Chimney nearly choked on his popcorn as Hen, Buck, and Maddie accused them of cheating somehow when after Tommy correctly answered "Harlem Nights" when all Karen did was mime putting on a hat and playing the saxophone.

"It's not cheating." Karen argued, hands under her chin as she jokingly added, "Tommy just gets me." She feigned the dreamily sigh that caused the others to roll their eyes.

Tommy on the other hand looked giddy. "It must be our lesbian and gay aliance." He smiled, earning a laugh from Karen and a "What the hell am I? Chopped liver?" from Hen.

Buck looked mildly less annoyed about all this now, snorting a laugh as he added "Of course we would forget about the bisexuals now."

"I'm sure this is all a fluke." Maddie stated, patting Hen on the back as she walked up to take Karen's spot. "Let me try."

Karen nodded, smiling gleefully and taking back her glas of wine. "Go right ahead."

Maddie took her own piece of paper out, "Oh, this should be easy!"

She mimed putting something over her head and making a slashing motion with her hand.

"Scream?" Tommy suggested.

Maddie shook her head "no"

"NIightmare on elm street?"

No again.

"Friday the 13th?"

No again.

"Can I try?" Karen asked already standing up and taking the slip of paper out of Maddies hand. "Oh. This is easy." Karen mimed yelling, throwing her arms up and looking drastically around.

"I know what you did last summer!" Tommy jumped up excitedly just as Karen yelled again "YES!" and jumped into his arms.

"Oh this is some bull!" Hen declared, noticing how Buck was smiling at how excited Tommy was. Hen frowned, perplexed she asked "Weren't you just pissed off about this a few seconds ago? Why do you look so happy now?"

Buck bumped his shoulder into Hens. "He's been feeling guilty still."

"Guilty?"

Buck gave her a knowing look.

Hen could feel her expression soften as she realized what Buck meant. "Really? He does know we forgave him, right?"

Buck shrugged, "Yeah, but he still feels bad and he always felt like Karen never exactly forgave him either so seeing them like this...I don't mind losing a few games if that means Tommy and Karen are having fun together. I want Tommy to feel like he can be himself around us."

Hen looked up and saw Karen and Tommy laughing over their new found power. "You know this means that he's just going to come over to our place for wine Wednesday with Chimney, right?"

Buck nodded, lips pressed together to keep from laughing, "Oh, get ready for craft beer Thursday because it's coming."

Hen rolled her eyes but laughed maniacally along with Buck as they overheard Karen invite Tommy for wine Wednesday.

[al-the-remix]

BuckTommy Positivity Week Day 1/3 : what they love most about each other/meeting the friends and family

Slowly making my way through the @bucktommypositivityweek prompts! I'm not normally a big fan of shovel talks, but I thought Tommy deserved his own moment where his friends show up for him and have his back (and so does his boyfriend).

The bar was pretty much exactly like Buck expected it to be: plastered with an assorted collection of knick-knacks, military plaques, and wall art that Buck will just call inspired–fighting each other for wallspace all the way up to the low T-bar ceiling. The main source of light came from the ionized glow of the neon beer signs and the stained glass fixtures over the billiards tables that looked like they hadn’t been updated since the 70s. Buck was pretty sure he’d spotted at least three fire code violations just walking through the doors–but that wasn’t what tonight was about. 

A small section tucked between the fleet of pool tables and the dart boards had been reserved for their party, and from his spot at the bar Buck had a clear view of where Tommy was leaning against his pool cue, his posture the most relaxed it’s been since they’d hit Grand Junction as he laughed with the group of men gathered around him. 

Buck couldn’t help but smile. The longer they’d driven, the more tense Tommy had become, and Buck had begun to worry that maybe this hadn’t been such a great idea after all. Now he felt like he could finally breathe; they’d booked it up the 15 and onto the 70 on the way here, and Buck was looking forward to taking their time on the way home, finding the scenic routes and exploring the one road towns and tacky tourist traps they stumbled across. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d taken a week off work that hadn’t been the result of a near-fatal injury. 

“You know you’re the only person he’s ever brought to one of these,” came a voice to his right, one that Buck had only recently become familiar with. 

With great pain, Buck drew his attention away from Tommy to the person settling in at the bar beside him. Dave. He was the only one of the guys here that had been with Tommy since Fort Irwin. He had a wife and two daughters and a boxer named Jones–all information Buck had learned, not from the man himself, but during their three day drive from L.A. to Colorado Springs–which Tommy had used to give Buck a rundown on pretty much everything he knew about his old battalion mates from their rank down to their dental records.

“I’m happy to be here,” Buck said, meaning it. He hadn’t been expecting an invitation, taken completely off guard when Tommy had asked him so casually, as they got ready to head out for work one morning. He’d presented it like it would just be a good excuse for a fun road trip and not what Buck was starting to piece together in his head was actually a monumental gesture. Either way, he’d agreed immediately.

Dave was watching him like he was trying his best to punch through Buck’s skull and peer directly into his brain. Buck had a feeling Dave hadn’t really made up his mind about Buck–yet–and if there was one thing he was going to change by the end of the night it was that.

“Tom said you’re also a firefighter.”

Buck twisted in his chair so they were facing each other. “Yeah, actually I’m at Tommy’s old station, transferred in not long after he left. Kind of funny how things work out, eh?”

“I’ve heard stories,” Dave said in a tone that implied not all of them were good. 

“It’s not like that anymore,” Buck assured. Gerard’s second reign of the 118 had been over for a while now and Buck had been informed by Hen and Chimney that although it had been unbearable, with more eyes on him, Gerard had not been nearly as bad as the first time around. 

“I’ve heard that too.” The corner of Dave’s mouth ticked up. That was the most charitable he’d been thus far. “Tommy has a lot of good things to say about the new crew there, especially you.”

Buck wasn’t above preening a little at that. He knew all about bragging about his partner to anyone that would listen. He was practically a pro at it at this point. If anything he and Tommy had a little competition going on at this point. 

Dave’s eyes flicked over Buck’s shoulder and back. “Listen, I don’t want to overstep here because Tommy will be fuckin’ pissed at me, and I’ll never hear the end of it–but, you seem like a nice guy, and I just want to make sure you know what a big deal this is. These shindigs used to host a few more bodies before Tommy came out. Just don’t hurt him.”

He could hear Tommy’s laugh, the full-bodied, knee-slapping one he only did when you really got him cracking up or he was about three pints in, or both, floating over the din of the bar. Buck could pick that laugh out of any crowd. He could follow it home.

Dave was watching him with a curious expression, and maybe Buck hadn’t totally won him over yet, but he had a feeling they were at least moving in the right direction.

 “I won’t. And I–I won't let him know you gave me the shovel talk if you rat me out either, because he doesn't know this yet and I want him to hear it from me first, but Tommy's one of the most amazing people I've ever met. He's one of the first people I've been with in a long time that makes me feel like I can be myself, unconditionally, and I just hope I make him feel the same way, because I love him.”

“I think it’s safe to say he does.” The corner of Dave’s mouth twitched up in the amused beginning of a smile. “But you should probably let him know that instead of me, just saying.”

Buck rolled his eyes as Dave clapped him cordially on the shoulder. It looked like he wasn’t off the hot seat yet. 

He held out his glass and was pleased when Dave clinked them together. It was progress. 

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It was 1 am when they finally made it back to their motel, the latest Buck had been out in a good long while. He’d taken the keys from Tommy before they’d even left for the evening and now he was swooping around the cab of the truck to catch his boyfriend as he nearly tumbled out of the passenger side door. 

“Easy there,” Buck said as he tried his best to steady Tommy on his own two feet, a task more difficult than it sounded. 

“I think I lost my keys,” Tommy moaned as Buck grabbed his jacket and locked up. 

“No, see I’ve got them right here.” He jangled them in Tommy’s face and watched him grin before slipping them into his own pocket. “Don’t worry I’ll give them back to you later, here let me help you out.”

He slipped his arm around Tommy’s waist, pulling him a little tighter against his side than was probably necessary.

Tommy’s clutched at his shoulder, melting against him. “You’re so nice to me.” 

“What else would I be?” Buck chuckled as he steered Tommy towards their room. He was just glad that Tommy was a placid, happy drunk–if a little handsy. “Come on big guy, let’s get you to bed.”

It was a struggle to get the door unlocked and Tommy through it with two-hundred odd pounds of boyfriend hanging off him, trying to worm his fingers under Buck’s shirt and breathing hot and damp against the juncture of his neck.  

When they finally stumbled inside Tommy starfished onto the bed, the poor old motel mattress groaning in protest beneath his weight. 

At least he looked like he wasn’t about to try and get up any time soon. 

The soft hum of the window AC unit filled the room, a pleasant contrast to the guitar riffs of the hair bands the bar had played all night. Buck filled up two cups of water, leaving one on his bedside table before settling down on the mattress beside Tommy and nudging him until he sat up. 

“Here, drink this,” he said and helped Tommy tilt the glass up to his mouth without spilling it all over himself. 

Tommy was pawing at him as soon as Evan’s hands were free. “Evan, Evan–” he said, reaching out to grip Buck’s face with both hands, pulling him closer. The special smile Buck was beginning to learn was just for him, creasing his face. “You wanna hear a secret?”

“Of course, anything,” Buck said, letting himself be manhandled and feeling real goopy and affectionate about it. 

“I love you,” Tommy said, with a lot of eye contact and the sort of drunken earnesty that made Buck’s heart just about trip out of his chest. Then Tommy frowned, his gaze going unfocused. “I’m going to be really sad if we break up.”

Buck allowed himself a chuckle at the sudden, unwarranted disappointment in Tommy’s expression. “Me too, but I don’t think that’s going to happen.” 

“Really?” Tommy asked, perking up.

“Really. I love you too, and I’m going to remind you of that tomorrow when you forget all of this in the morning.”

“I won’t forget,” Tommy insisted. 

“Okay, whatever you say, boss.”

Buck went to the bathroom to hit the head and brush his teeth and by the time he returned Tommy had managed to wrestle out of his shoes and his pants, still spread out across the covers in his shirt and socks like a massive toddler. Buck shook his head, ditching his own shirt. Tommy reached out, making grabby hands at him as Buck kicked off his jeans and crawled under the sheets beside him. He was instantly wrapped in an only slightly sticky bear hug. 

He pressed a kiss to the cowlick at the top of Tommy’s head. “You’ve got some pretty great friends.”

With more awareness than Buck expected in his current state, Tommy said: “I hope Dave didn’t bother you too much tonight, I could tell he was giving you the third degree for a bit there.” 

“Dave and I are cool,” Buck assured. “I’m glad you have guys from back then who’ve still got your back.”

Tommy went quiet for a bit after that and Buck was just figuring out how he was going to wiggle out from beneath his boyfriend without waking him to turn off the lights when Tommy muttered, “I’m glad you came with me. I was tired of coming to these by myself.”

“Any time you want, I’ve got your back too you know,” Buck whispered, holding Tommy tight in the cradle of his arms. 

“I know,” Tommy said, and Buck fell asleep to the thump of Tommy’s heartbeat pressed against his own. 

[kabr0ztrousers]

Kabr0z Writes Episode 6: Wedding Dong

Find the previous episode here

CWs: Missionary sex; male X female sex; frequent alcohol and tobacco mentions; public sex; wedding mentions.

Author's note: I wasn't kidding last time when I said I'd write something more vanilla this time! 3 parts of dubcon, noncon, and CW lists where I'm wondering if I'm putting enough in gets a little old. See the tail end of this one to vote on more heavy fetishes or more vanilla lovin'

With that out of the way, on with the show!

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You'd been teasing Kate and Mike about getting married for months. They'd been together since you met them, and that was when you were all 18! You're in your late 20's now, so really this couldn't have come soon enough.

The runup was already memorable enough, dress shopping, girl's nights, and the hen do! You'll never touch tequila again, or at least until the next time you get talked into shots...

You're wearing a strappy yellow dress to the ceremony, the happy couple were very clear: "smart, but don't go overboard" so a nice mid-length dress, some heels, and your lucky knickers, just in case

It was a wonderful ceremony, the dress in the sunlight, the groom actually scrubbed up pretty well, and the celebrant was flawless. You followed the rest of the party into the drawing room of the manor house where wine and nibbles were provided. There were a couple of hours before the main buffet was set to start, so you set out to mingle.

That was when you saw him. Stood there, stuffing a canapé into his mouth, glass of prosecco in hand. You hadn't seen Ben for years.

You were sweet on one another, many years ago now, but you never made it official. Never even hooked up. He was always the one that got away.

You walked over to him "Hey Ben!"

"Mmmrph" he returned your greeting through a mouthful of food, and you both laughed. A big mouthful of wine "How long has it been?"

"Not since we graduated, right?" You knew it was, you could still see him beaming in his robes and mortarboard 

"Must be! I'll be honest" he drew closer to you "I'm not sure why I've been invited, I barely know anyone here"

You could smell his cologne now, like sea air and strong tea, and smell the tobacco smoke on his breath.

You didn't mean to, you just kissed him.

He flinched back, speechless. You could feel your face reddening. You've just embarrassed yourself! You scurried away before he could react and grabbed another drink. God, why are you so dumb?

You spend the next hour avoiding Ben. You keep an eye on him as he flits from group to group, never really engaging with anyone. Every do often, you swear you see him looking at you, but you're not sure. 

You went out for some air. You don't really know why, but you find yourself looking up at the soft clouds lingering in the blue sky above you, the late summer air warm, but with just enough breeze to make goosebumps appear on your skin.

A jacket appears, draped over your shoulders, then you smell it. Sea breeze, black tea, cigarette smoke.

He took a long drag off his cigarette "You shocked me in there"

"I shocked myself" you pulled the jacket tighter around you, as if to ward off the chill, but really to get more of that scent "I didn't mean to, it just happened... I hope you're not upset"

He reached out his hand to the side of your face, gently turning you to look at him.

Then he kissed you. His lips were soft, they tasted of the wine and the smoke. Your knees went weak as you leant into him, draping your arms over his shoulders as he supported your hips. Your lips parted and you gazed into each others eyes. Why did you ever stop seeing each other?

"We still have an hour or so until dinner" you whispered, words almost lost in the breeze

"If I didn't know better, I'd say you're propositioning me" Ben chuckled, the alcohol and the smoke scent wafting to you and making you want more 

"What if I am?"

"Then we have a choice, we can go our separate ways, pretend this never happened, or..." He turned his face to look into the gardens, empty with the party inside

"Here?" You laughed "Naughty!" You quickly kissed the end of his nose and grabbed his hand, leading him into a monstrous rhododendron bush. In here the leaves and pink flowers formed a canopy above you, great walls and vaulted ceilings of foliage meaning you could see out, but it's very hard to see in

You turned and dropped to the floor, pulling him on top of you by his tie. He was right above you. All you could see was his face, the bright eyes, the heavy brows, the soft chin. You start unbuttoning his shirt when he put his hand to yours.

"You should know... I haven't... Done... This before" he spoke softly, searching for the words

"In public?"

"At all" he looked away from you, failing to meet your gaze

This time it was your turn to turn his head. You drew him into a kiss "Then let me be your first"

You continued undoing his shirt, then his trousers, then pulling out his semi-hard manhood, giving it a few encouraging pumps with your hand

You've had bigger, his was only about 6 inches, but you don't think you've wanted one more. You rolled over and went down. You started off kissing it, feeling the soft skin against your lips and nibbling at the foreskin at the tip, luxuriating in the noises your lover was making as his cock hardened with your attentions. You took off your lucky underwear and repositioned, hiking up your dress to give him an unobstructed view of your moistening lips.

He took the hint. You could feel him start licking at you, first tentatively, then with more confidence. You rocked your hips as you sucked on the end of his cock, riding his tongue until you were nice and ready. You rolled over and pulled Ben back on top of you, kissing him and tasting your arousal.

He didn't need any help now. His hips moved, lining him up for the thrust that would bury him inside you. 

"How is it?" You whispered into his ear as he started grinding his his into yours

"Better than I imagined. I'd always hoped you'd be my first"

You smiled, you had always hoped that, too

His thrusting got faster, and his breathing heavier. He was feeling it now. You were feeling it too, the head of his cock was brushing against all the right spots in you as he gyrated inside you. You gasped and moaned. You bit his shoulder to stop yourself screaming as he inched you over the edge. 

Ben felt your orgasm "I'm - gonna - gonna" he moaned

"Inside" you gasped into his chest "inside"

"But-"

"Please"

He groaned. His cock pulsing inside you as your legs locked him in. You could feel the heat of his cum fill you as your twitching pussy milked out every drop.

You stayed there for a while, neither of you entirely sure how long, until he pulled out and a few drops of cum leaked out of you onto the ground underneath. It was much quicker to dress again, even with shaking libs. You accepted a cigarette from him and he lit it. You haven't smoked since you were 20, but the occasion warranted it. When you got back to the party, you could feel his cum pooling in your panties.

Kate came up to you in the buffet line "I saw you talking to Ben earlier, it's good to see you two getting along again"

You just giggled and blushed, then took your plate over to him

"Don't worry about before, I'm on the pill" you said as casually as you could, before scribbling your hotel and room on a napkin and sliding it over to him

"Maybe we could go again later?"

He just smiled that sweet, dopey smile, and put the napkin in his pocket

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Now for the poll. I'm doing the Kabr0z Writes series for me, primarily to either reignite my love of creative writing or douse it forever. That said, seeing all the likes and reblogs really does make it worth it, so I want to gauge the opinion here. Do you, the viewing public, want to see more like this episode and episode 1, fluffy, romantic, pleasant sex; or do you want to see more heavy fetish content, like in episodes 2-5 where dubcon, noncon, monsterfucking, intox, and all sorts of horror is happening to the reader (I have more of that queued up regardless, don't worry) Please vote below

[atevanfool]

Thank you to @alliwantforchristmasislou for setting up this amazing thing! <3

Warning: I don't know how not to ramble, or make sense.

I don't work during the winter, and I'm trying to pay down debts so I can buy a house in 2025, so I unfortunately don't have any money to spare, but I wanted to express my gratitude to the BuckTommy nation for the joy they've brought me.

I started this silly little show last winter on a total whim. Ms. Angela Basset was always there on the title card whenever I opened Hulu so, bored with my endless amounts of reading, I decided to give it a go. Immediately I was drawn in. I loved their dynamics. The stories. Peter Krause's acting, especially in the scene where he breaks down on the couch with Hen and Buck? Yeah, my overly empathetic self was like, this show is mine now.

Mind you, I didn't binge watch it all at once. I took short little breaks, never feeling the need to power through them all. And then, BuckTommy happened. All of a sudden, I had a reason to catch up and catch up I did. I can't tell you precisely why I was so drawn to them, but I have some ideas.

For once, we had a pair of equally masculine men showing affection towards each other. Neither of them could be relegated to the "woman" role. They weren't stereotypically effeminate, but they went against the alpha male stereotypes. You had two men who had been mentally neglected all their lives, into adulthood, who came out the other side being people that wanted to serve and protect for all they were worth. They had trauma, but outside of Buck's sex addiction - Buck 1.0 - they didn't let their trauma define them. They showed affection, not just to the women around them, but to their friends and chosen family. They said "I love you" with their actions. Buck was allowed to have "feminine" hobbies without being effeminate, and maybe to some that's not a big deal but to me that is. Tommy, who could be questionably called more effeminate, was allowed to have more stereotypically "masculine" hobbies despite being a Kinsey 6.

That's a huge deal on broadcast TV. The general audience has certain expectations, as much as they sometimes suck - they're not known for being the most progressive folks in the world - so the fact that the show was allowed to stick it to them was just... an amazing experience. As someone who's only other experience with masculine GAY men on TV was Ian and Mickey, whom I love dearly, it was such a nice change of pace. Also, the fact that they're both mature men? Also a huge deal. I love Alec, from Shadowhunter's, but he's still pretty young, and he's known he was gay for a very long time. Patrick and David from Schitt's Creek? They knew, and David(?) still has a very effeminate air about him, despite being confirmed pansexual.

All this is to say, that BuckTommy drew me in until they had a chokehold on me. I started using Tumblr again, started diving back into fanfiction in a way I hadn't since Kuroko no Basuke. I've produced more fics for the 911 fandom in six months than for any other fandom I've ever written for. And I've been in fandoms since circa 2007? And that's insanely impressive. BuckTommy drew me back into broadcast TV. I literally yell at my brother when the show is on to not talk to me, or bother me, for the next hour. I've got like... Four shows I wait for weekly now, TV antenna and all.

BuckTommy's have also been some of the kindest, most interesting, people I've had the pleasure of "knowing." Every single day I have things to look forward to in the tag, whether it's fics, or art, or headcannons, or honestly - my favorite - complaints about how the relationship ended and how the writers done fucked up. You guys are so amazing, and I love all of you that I've ever interacted with.

I'm PRAYING to see Lou, and Tommy, again in 2025, but even if he doesn't, I'm back for the long haul. You guys dragged me back from the brink of destruction after the break-up, I've never lost it over a fictional ship like that before in my LIFE, and I've decided that I'm here for good.

Merry fucking Christmas, and Happy Holidays to you all.

[ghostchems]

baptized in blood - mary goore x f!reader

a/n: here is the surprised! based on a dream i had. culty end of the world vibes here. there is smut and violence and drama and mary bein a little bit bloody because that's who they are. dipping my toe into goore-land. about 3.6k words. ao3 link!

You will never forget the day Mary Goore rolled into town. It was two months to the day that the virus spread and the world went to shit. You were taking a walk down Main Street to get some fresh air after spending most of the morning collecting eggs from the hen house. Everyone in town did their part on the farm — it was how they had lasted this long with enough food to go around. The air was cool and brisk but the sun was shining, warming your skin as you walked leisurely. You weren’t thinking of anything in particular when your eyes settled on his figure in the distance.

The first thing you saw was the blood. His face was covered in it, starting from the top of his head and running down past his chin and neck. Messy black hair spilled into his forehead. Despite what initially appeared to be a wound, he was walking with such purpose and power. His outfit looked just as unkempt as his appearance: muddy black boots, ripped black skinny jeans and a stained T-shirt with the sleeves torn off. He looked like he was on a mission. They walked down the center of the street while you were off on the sidewalk, your eyes glued to him.

You were the only two on the street that day at that moment. Deep, green eyes flitted to bite into yours, almost as if he was looking inside you. His lips curled into a sinister smirk before his eyes wandered your figure. You stopped in your tracks, your breath catching in your throat as you watched him go on by. He was heading for Town Hall which was the largest building at the end of the street and also was where the mayor and his wife had taken up residence since the surge. 

News spread quickly over the next few days that Mary had taken control of the town. No other details were provided but rumors ran wild. One of them was that he was the mayor’s disgraced son who returned for his revenge. Another was that he was sent by the devil himself to spread uncertainty and chaos in these hellish times. Pretty typical of gossip and rumors spread in a small southern town. You didn’t believe either of the rumors to be true but you still managed to keep your distance from him and the more wild behavior he inspired.

That was your typical strategy when it came to survival. You were a transplant from the north, having moved here to become a representative for Farm Aid, so you already felt like an outsider to the small town. Then, everything went to shit but you did your best to contribute just the same as everyone else but you did keep your distance. You cleaned the coop, picked produce and helped milk the cows, literally anything that you could contribute to you did but you always went back to your studio apartment above the pharmacy. 

You drew the line at participating in the new activities that have become popular since Mary’s arrival, besides at least showing your face at them. The town now had ritualistic burnings for those that passed, piling their bodies up and burning them in a field far enough away from the crops. More and more townspeople began to don the skull paint as well but none dared to replicate Mary’s signature blood spilling from his head down his neck. Bones started to appear along Main Street, sometimes configured in curious arrangements. You were curious but you decided it would be in your best interest to ignore and continue on with your usual tasks. 

Mary started to watch you, though. He seemed to always be around when you were working and you could feel those dark green eyes on you at all times. He made you feel on edge and you refused to meet his eyes. You managed to avoid him for some time until there was a mandatory town “get together” to help smooth over the tensions that were rising due to the new leadership. You stayed as long as you possibly had to before slipping out the back of the cafeteria during a spirited discussion about planning for the upcoming dry season.

“Walk ya home?” His voice caught you by surprise. You thought you were home free but there he was, muddy boots and all. That night he had the signature blood from his forehead down to his neck but he also paired it with corpse paint. You blinked at him a few times, having never been this close to him before.

“Sure.” You couldn’t tell him no, being the man who decided who eats and who doesn’t and all but you were anxious. It was a short walk from the cafeteria to your studio, basically straight down the street until reaching the pharmacy. The two of you walked in silence with the street being illuminated by gas lights lined along it and the dim light of the moon. Your eyes darted around the street, realizing that once again, it was just the two of you like it had been the day he arrived. 

“You’re a hard worker, y’know?” His gravelly voice cut through your thoughts again. When you turn to look at him, his eyes look softer than you’ve ever seen them before. 

“I try.” You offered a sheepish smile. “Not much else to do these days, is there?” 

“Mmm, yeah, but you could’ve just given up. Loads of people have. Just decided to curl up and die.” Mary leaned his arm against yours, brushing against the sleeve of your sweater. You felt a warm blush spread across your cheeks. 

“I mean, I definitely stayed inside in bed for the first couple of weeks of this thing.” You shifted your gaze back to the street in front of you. “But then it didn’t go away.” 

Your words hung in the air for the rest of the walk. Mary was silent but stayed close to you, his side pressed against yours. Your feet came to a slow stop as you reached the door to the stairs that led up to your studio. 

“This is me.” You turn around to face them, your arms crossed over your chest. Mary’s eyes drifted over your figure and he took a step closer to you. You instinctively took a step away from him, your back hitting the door. 

“You’re like me, y’know.” Their voice dropped deeper as he closed in on you further. “You’re an outsider to these people, baby.  You’re not about their bullshit.” He leaned in so close to you, his hands resting on the door beside your body. You knew he was right. You knew the second he saw you on the street that day he knew. You swallowed thickly, your gaze falling to his plump lips that were curled into a grin. This is why you stayed away from him. You were afraid of being seen as what you are but he saw you. And now, you were trapped by him.

Mary leaned in, their lips coming incredibly close to yours before he tilted his head to just miss giving you a kiss. Instead, his mouth found your neck, nibbling and kissing it sloppily as his arms curled around you. You gave a surprised groan, your hands immediately snapping up to grasp at his shirt. His kisses trailed up from your neck to your jaw before he settled just by your lips. Again, you stared into those deep, green eyes and you knew that he saw you for what you really were. 

A growl ripped from his throat as your lips connected and his hand snaked up from your hip to tangle into your hair. The kiss was desperate and deep, all tongue and teeth. You could taste the saltiness of the blood on his lips as his tongue pushed into your mouth. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt this fire inside you, the burning desire that only continued to spread between your legs. The kiss ended abruptly, the both of you panting and pressing against each other needily, until you came to your senses.

You spun around and pulled the door to the stairs open before booking it to your apartment. Mary was close behind you, his boney fingers hooked on to the back of your jeans. You fiddled with your keys as you reached the door to your apartment, your hands shaking from the excitement. They are right behind you, his chest pressing firmly into your back and his crotch rutting into your ass. You couldn’t help but whine, feeling how hard he already was through his jeans.

The door finally popped open and before you had time to react, he grabbed you by the waist and scooped you up only to toss you onto your bed. He had you pinned so quickly, his hips desperately grinding into you. 

“Fuck!” You cried out as their hands worked to tear your sweater off of you. Once it was off, his lips parted and he growled deeply, looking down at your exposed chest. His arms curled around your back and he lifted you up to him, his mouth connecting with your collarbone. He was like a wild animal, his teeth biting and sucking at your delicate skin. Heat spread beneath it and your head fell back on your shoulders as he dipped down lower to flick his tongue against your nipple.

They latched their mouth onto your breast, his tongue licking across the nipple as his other hand groped at the other. Your mouth hung open and a deep moan bubbled up from your chest, your fingers tangling in his hair and pushing him even further into your chest. He grunted against you, happily burying his face between your breasts upon your direction. 

“You are so fuckin’ beautiful, sugar.” Mary praised as he lifted his head from your chest, his eyelids heavy and the blood and paint on his face smudged. He looked completely wrecked and he hadn’t even fucked you yet. You tugged him further on top of you and grabbed at his studded belt. They took the hint and started to pull your pants and underwear down your legs. He whined at the sight of you and he swiped his finger along your drench cunt, then bringing it up to his lips to taste you. “Fuckin’ hell, you taste so good.” 

All you could offer was an exasperated whine, his belt proving to be a bit too complicated for how impatient you were. The way he smiled at you – you’ll never forget it, somehow being equal parts sweet and slimy. He somehow freed himself with ease, his pretty cock falling from his jeans, precum already collecting at the tip. Mary spat on the head of his cock then stroked himself to spread his spit. You wrapped your legs around him as you watched him touch himself, almost succumbing to reaching between the two of you and offering yourself some relief before he shoved you back onto the bed, his cock pressed against your entrance.

Your breath caught in your throat as he hovered above you, your cheeks flushed and your eyes wide. He pushed in carefully, stretching you wide and feeling how he deliciously filled you. They held themselves there for a moment before he fucked into you relentlessly, his thrusts deep and hungry. You pulled him down even further, forcing his forehead against yours so you could watch him. He bit down hard on his lip, hard enough to draw blood as his throat filled with husky growls. 

You were so far gone. He fucked you hard and fast, exactly how you liked it. You felt your muscles tense and the fire in your abdomen was getting so close to bursting. Mary’s own moans filled your ears along with the sound of smacking flesh. You needed this. You didn’t realize how badly you did. But he knew. The feeling overtook you, your walls fluttering around his cock as your gut tightened and your back arched. You screamed his name in a shattered breath.

You were almost embarrassed by how quickly you came if not for Mary being right behind you. Maybe it had been sometime for him as well. His nails dug into your hips as his thrusts became more stuttered and erratic, his wild eyes boring into yours. Groans caught in his throat and he quickly pulled out, his hand working to take him all the way. He emptied himself on your stomach with raspy gasps.

You looked at him with hazy eyes, your body limp on the bed as you watched him pull his pants back up. His expression was positively devious and the paint and blood on his face were smeared all across his lips. 

“See ya around, sweetheart.” He offered you a wink and then sauntered out of your studio apartment, leaving you there with his seed on your stomach. 

That was the start of it.

Now, the two of you cannot get enough of each other. He is always there, watching you clean the coops and work on the farm but now his very presence makes your cheeks burn and your thighs ache. You are sneaky about your rendezvous, not wanting to cause unnecessary gossip or issues arise among the townspeople. There is a storm shelter entrance to the basement of town hall, which is where Mary has set up shop as him and is also where you enter to see him, avoiding coming in the front and running the risk of being seen. And you can’t help but enjoy the secrecy – it makes it all the more exciting.

You are sure that he loves you. The way his face lights up when he sees you, the way he can’t keep his hands off of you… he has to keep you close whenever you are near. You originally weren’t sure a man like him was capable of love but it is clear to you now. 

You think you might love him too.

Today, you are in his lap and his cock is buried deep inside you, seed spilling out from you and onto his bed. He lazily strokes at your clit with his pointer finger, up and down as your head falls to his shoulder and you squeeze your eyes shut. 

“So good for me, huh, baby?” Mary purrs into your ear and nips at your earlobe playfully. “One of these days I’m going to put a baby in ya, I think.” He licks at the spot just below your ear and you give a shuddered whine. Doesn’t he have such a way with words? “One more time for daddy.” They hum and start to rub at your clit more roughly than before. 

Your back arches against his chest and your fingers dig into his hairy things while strangled moans spilled from your lips. He uses one of his hands to push your legs open even further and his other hand works diligently against your swollen clit, tracing harsh circles along it.

“Atta girl.” They coo in your ear. You can tell he is smiling from how his mouth feels on you, his own heavy breaths filling yours. “So perfect for daddy.” He presses down on your clit and you scream out his name, your vision blurring and your body convulsing. Mary murmurs more soft praises in your ear as your chest heaves and you collapse against him. They have you snuggled up in their arms, their face nuzzled in your neck. 

There is a loud noise from upstairs that knocks you both from your blissed out haze. You spin your head to catch a glimpse of Mary who is already slipping out from you and throwing his jeans on. You start to collect your clothes from the bed and the floor, your throat starting to become dry from the increasing noise coming from just above you. Mary is already angrily running up the stairs while you manage to get your clothes on.

There’s yelling and more clattering and then a scream. You can’t stop yourself from shooting to your feet and scurrying up the stairs. You stop short of the door, knowing that if you step through the jig could be up. Another scream rings out and you push the door open, stumbling out into the assembly room. 

Mary is standing over Bubba, the town drunk. How he has been able to find booze during these times, no one knows, but he manages to stay slippery all day every day. He is on the ground giggling like an idiot. Mary seems exasperated. Bubba slowly realizes that you are there and he explodes into more laughter.

“O’course you’d be all about them weird girls, wouldn’t ya, Mary?” He manages between laughter. “Gotta use ‘em for somethin, right?”

You feel rage you haven’t quite felt in a long time but it is quickly quelled once Mary lands a harsh kick to Bubba’s head. He looks to you, his eyebrows knit together but his teeth are barred and his lips are stretched into an angry scowl. You don’t want to be around for whatever is going to happen next so you turn on your heel and leave just as the sounds of beating pick up again. 

You wish that what Bubba had said didn’t affect you but it did. Did everyone think you are just a “weird girl”? You put as much effort into keeping things going and running smoothly as the next person, if not more. It cuts you deep, even if you don’t want to admit it. The walk back to your apartment takes no time at all and you figure that a nice, cold shower and a nap would help soothe your thoughts and feelings. You don’t even put clothes on once you are out of the shower, opting to rest for “just a moment” in your towel before zonking.

You end up napping for longer than you anticipated, only to be woken up by screams coming from outside of your window. Confusion sets in as you blink your eyes open and the smell of smoke fills your nostrils. You shoot up out of bed and gaze out the window, only to see fire. Lots of fire.

The crops. 

You quickly throw a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt on before taking off out of your apartment. The street is filled with people, more so than you’ve ever seen it. Some are wailing, some are silent. Most don’t even notice you as you run by them, heading straight for town hall. You’re sure Mary already knows but you couldn’t stop yourself from running to him. There’s a sinking feeling in your stomach. Maybe something happened while you were asleep. An uprising? A fight? 

By the time you make it to town hall, you are out of breath. You push the doors open, probably the first time you’ve ever walked in through the main entrance on your own. You gasp sharply as your eyes focus on what is in front of you. A trail of blood covers the floor, leading your gaze to Bubba.

He is crucified on the wall, right on top of a map of the town. Knives are buried deep in his palms and ankles. His head is hung low, his throat slit and blood spilling down his chest. You don’t know how to react. You think you should at least scream but you’re frozen, unable to tear your eyes away from Bubba.

“There ya are, baby!” 

Your head wrenches to the sound of his voice. Mary is covered in blood, more so than usual. His face is completely covered and his hands and arms up to his elbows are stained red. He is twirling a knife in his hand as he walks over to you at a leisurely pace.

“The… the crops.” That's all you can manage to say. You point in the vague direction of them. He is smiling at you, his bright white teeth a deep contrast to the dark red of the blood covering his lips.

“They needed to be punished, darlin’.” He sets the knife down on one of the meeting tables before he reaches you. 

Punished.

“B-but the food supply--”

“You will be fed.” Mary’s voice drops to a dangerous level, his eyes shining with madness you’ve never seen before. “You’re my baby, baby. I’ll make sure you’re taken care of. They need to be punished.” A blooded hand reaches out for you and rests on your cheek. “After what they said about you… they are going to learn a lil’ lesson. People will die, sure… but I got you, baby.” His other hand rests on your other cheek and he strokes them with his bloody fingers. 

Mary did this for you. You don’t know what to say; your mind is blank and words are catching in your throat. But you can’t help but… lean into his gentle touch. He is smearing blood all along your cheeks but you don’t mind. The look in his eyes tells you all you need to know.

Unwavering loyalty and love.

You kiss him. You kiss him and you melt into him, throwing your arms around his shoulders. He is your and you are his.

And they will be punished.

[spaceprincessem]

it's a miracle [we found true north] | 29k buddie fic | fanart by the incredible @justlovehimanyway

Eddie especially likes to think he knows Buck the best. They’re best friends, afterall. Even in the space of just a few months Eddie has never felt as seen as he is by the man. Buck just gets Eddie. He makes Eddie laugh, he cares about Christopher, goes out of his way to make sure Eddie is okay when their shift is bad. They spend so much time together on and off work, nestling into comfortable routines and habits that Eddie isn’t sure how he functioned without it. So, it comes as a big shock when Eddie learns something new. “Who drew this?” He points to a piece of paper pinned to the fridge, a flower drawn in meticulous detail Eddie’s pretty sure he can almost see the way water travels up the shoot of its roots. “Buck,” Hen replies without looking up from her and Chimney’s card game. {or a slight au where Buck can draw and Eddie is a little undone by it}

Below is the art for the fic (ao3 for some reason keeps breaking the links for the art inserted in the fic so i needed to just post it all in one place. note this is an older fic of mine!)

[godteri-takk]

Hmm

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HOLY FUCK!!!!!????

WHAT DID I DO TO EARN THIS!!!??? OH MY GOD!!???? YOU JUST FUCKING DREW HER!!!??????

Arfgughugh *going feral* KATION MY BELOVED!!! oh my lord my OCs always look so AMAZING IN YOUR STYLE YOU'RE SO SKILLED AND COOL wow i absolutely ADORE how u drew its face and hair like its REALLY on point, definitely the best Kation art you've done so far!!!!! Love that the hair looks almost purple and blue at the same time and your shading and highlighting style is SO pretty that shiny outfit is sexy as fuuuck omg i can use this as propaganda when the tumblr oc sexyman tournament Starts (just gotta draw a piece i can submit lol) cus hen looks sexy as fuck like yeah I'm ace but i can recognise that this is a sexy art piece ALLRIGHT!!! aurjfjjhhhdich you even got the arm hair just perfect!! the boobs look really good!!! SERVING FACE TOO love the eyes and nose piercing and smile ATFHJITHFH

Man I can't believe you just DID this out of your own initiative YOU ARE A GIFT. THANK YOU SO MUUUUCHHHH!!!!!!!

[dangerpronebuddie]

so I love all of these WIPs, you're doing an amazing job!! could u tell me more about WIP 1-3? I literally wanna read all of them but let's start somewhere 🤭

Hey dear 🥰🩷 Thank you! I'm glad you're enjoying them!

1. Eddie is a gremlin and makes it everyone's problem.

I've answered for this one a few times, but I am more than happy to tell you a little bit more. Eddie's sass has managed to keep him sorta out of trouble so far, but it's bound to backfire eventually right? The bar fight fic was supposed to take a week or so, but... with like 30 other ideas bouncing in my head like the DVD logo, it's been pushed to the back burner. If I share a new snippet, I'll probably have the entire fic on here, so I'll give you one I've already posted, that happens to be my favorite part of the fic!:

Eddie looked up from the floor, an ice pack pressed to his eye, and winced at Athena’s unimpressed expression.

“Alright. Who started it?” she asked, resting her hands on her belt.

Like a line of dominoes starting with Bobby, the entire team turned their bruised heads towards Eddie, who grimaced and shrank away from their glares.

“Really, Eddie?” Athena asked.

“In my defense, it was in Hen's defense,” he reasoned.

“You cannot blame all this on me, Edmundo,” Hen drawled.

“It's true,” he persisted, turning his pleading eyes on her. She simply rolled her eyes. He turned back to Athena. “One of the guys in there insulted her. I was already kinda miffed ‘cause my patient took a swing at me, so I tried to calm him down.”

“Calling him a repressed boomer isn't exactly the way to go,” Chim piped up, his voice still nasally. Eddie was surprised the dude didn't break Chim's nose.

Buck snorted a laugh, the traitor.

2. Welcome home cheater (brand new wip)

Jealous Buck my beloved! I'm hoping to get this short and silly piece out before Thursday, but... Ya never know! I'm hoping to incorporate all the 7x04 stills in some capacity, at least the ones involving Tommy, but we'll see how it goes! Have something I just wrote:

"Evan," Maddie said, "you didn't mean to hurt him, did you?"

"Not Eddie," Buck said in a quiet voice.

"Oh." Maddie drew out the word as she nodded. "You were aiming for Tommy."

Buck grimaced.

"If you explain what really happened, I-"

"I can't do that," Buck protested.

"Why not?"

"Because if I tell him I was aiming for Tommy, he's gonna want to know why. And I can't tell him without telling him," Buck explained.

"Maybe you should tell him," she suggested.

"Are you out of your mind?" Buck balked.

3. Eddie has a burn on his arm, bruises on his skin, and a target on his back.

Slight Air and Purging Fire, my baby 🥰. The amount of Eddie whump in this fic surprised even me 😅. I regret nothing. It's pretty much complete, but I have a few scenes I need to move around and tweak some more. For you, here's a little snippet:

They rolled to a stop and Buck leapt out of the cab, sprinting around the side of the building. Eddie lay crumpled on the ground, blood oozing from a gash on his forehead. His eyes were closed and his breathing was ragged.

“Eddie,” Buck gasped out, dropping to his knees beside him. He pressed his fingers to Eddie's pulse. Thready, but there! “Eddie, baby, wake up,” he pleaded, carding his fingers through his hair.

Ask about my wips!

[iwanttobepersephone]

Sometimes I feel bad for my family because my "toxic trait" is that I romanticize literally everything that happens to me, which makes it impossible to talk about all the bad houses we've lived in lol

"Oh living at Meme and Papa's sucked we all had to sleep in one tiny room that barely fit a bed, desk, and cot in it" yeah but the curtains were so pretty and I'd look out the window every morning and see Papa's retired livestock dog chasing the guinea hens and I could crawl into bed with momma whenever I wanted so I loved it actually!!

"Oh those blue apartments sucked, half our neighbors were drug addicts and they would just leave cigarettes and once a couple needles just on the street and we didn't have a washer and the air conditioner sucked and it was just horrible living there" yeah but whenever I drew with chalk outside our door someone in the apartments across the way + above us would be playing jazz music with their window open and I felt like the main character in a gibli movie walking across the apartment complex to put our laundry in the washer and one time when momma let me sleep on the couch she woke me up at 11pm so we could go get Dairy Queen and I first learned how to use a dishwasher there and that's the house we got our current cat, JJ in, so it was awesome, really!!

"Oh the duplex was horrible our neighbors sold drugs and brought all kinds of shady people to our neighborhood and because we shared a wall with them they gave us cockroaches that we couldn't get rid of and there were kids all up and down the street who would literally climb onto our car just to hang out and we never got our backyard under control so it was always messy and dead" yeah but I would drink tea and read while hanging up laundry on the clothes line outside in the summer and I would go out just after sunset each night while dinner was being made and throw our dogs ball into the cul-de-sac and for the first time in 5 years I had friends who lived on the same street and I could ride my bicycle to the nearby river park with ease and I once danced with the neighbors 5 year old in the driveway because she was kicked out and needed some company and I don't know how I couldn't love that life with all my heart

[lady-astras]

Alt - Human Shield (Febuwhump Day 3)

Day three and it was already Tango’s turn. Gosh, there were so many other things he could be working on and worrying about. As of right now, they didn’t even have much information about whatever this was - just assumptions based on events and a concise, shaky note from Gem to Etho. 

But… what could he possibly fear? What would he see?

Face your fears, a deep resounding voice said as he stepped into the room. He was taken by surprise at how similar it was to the Decked Out II voice from last season, eerily similar. He’d know, because all the inner intricacies of the game were crafted by him (Tango was rather proud).

Xisuma was bound to be working on this right now, they could only hope that he’d have enough time before his turn to enter so that he could figure out what was going on before the inevitable traumatic event.

Speaking of… this was a war zone.

No, literally, he was in the middle of a war zone. Around him, he recognized some hermits. What were the hermits doing here? He looked around for each of their faces and spotted about half of them among the crowd of random warrior villagers. His eyes lingered on Scar, gazing almost toward the floor. Tango drew his gaze toward what he was looking at, and his breath caught.

Strewn along the muddy floor were bodies - dead ones, fatally injured ones, expected from war and battle, but it still made Tango flinch. He scrambled to look for any familiar faces, the hermits - and, and…

“Tango!” A familiar voice exclaimed behind him. He turned around to face Impulse, dwarven-style clothes tattered, fresh wounds dotting his face over old ones.

”Impulse? What happened? Are you-” Tango reached out to brush his face, but Impulse swatted his hand away impatiently.

”I’m fine, don’t bother with me. What about you? Are you fine? You look so clueless.”

“What’s happening anyway?”

”Well, another server attacked. We weren’t prepared, and Xisuma was too busy to anticipate anything and put up stronger defences around the spawn area.” Tango’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

The server was fine outside of this room, so… what exactly was going on in here? Did the room teleport him to an alternate universe or something? What in the void…”

”Tango? You good?”

”Been better, I guess, but alright for now.” There was silence as Impulse turned to contemplate the enemy. Their fiery tangerine and crimson weapons reminded Tango too much of home.

”Hey, would you-“ Tango gasped, the air pushed out from his lungs as Impulse shoved him aside suddenly.

”What was that for-…” his voice trailed off as he turned to glare at Impulse, but… “Did you just get hurt?” Impulse smiled with a wince.

”I mean, yeah, but it’s nothing I can’t - I can’t handle -“ That’s when Tango saw the arrow protruding from his shoulder, glowing faintly green - poison. If Impulse hadn’t shoved him out of the way, it would have hit him in the chest, definitely killing him. 

Not that it wasn’t going to kill Impulse too. Tango dragged him over to a secluded corner to figure out how to patch the wound. Pulling out the arrow might result in more damage and a faster death by blood loss, but leaving it in would let the poison seep into his body.

”Tango, stop mother-henning over me. I’m a dwarf, dwarves are pretty known for being hardy.” Impulse protested, attempting to cross his arms but flinching at the pain it required to do so. He let his arms drop to his sides, providing support against the earthy ground. Tango only shook his head, brushing his blonde locks away from his fiery eyes to get a better look.

“Impulse, what do I do? Where’s Doc? Or Joe, or anyone who can help - do you have any milk on you?” Hopefully, if anyone had some, it would negate the effect of the poison before it killed him. Impulse rolled his eyes.

“Do I look like I carry milk on me at all times? It’s not every day you get poisoned.”

“You live with Pearl,” Tango exclaimed exasperatedly, “how on earth do you not carry milk with you?” Impulse shrugged his good shoulder, coughing slightly. “Do we have a medical tent or something?” 

The dwarf considered. “I mean… There is one on the other side of the forest we’re fighting in.” Indeed, the battle had been raging in a forest clearing, so the dense wood had provided a haven for this conversation. Impulse leaned his head against the tree, looking up at the green-dappled light filtering through the canopy. “But it’s too far to do anything. Joe’s taking care of Scar and I think Stress had to run for medical supplies.” Their eyes met, crimson to warm chocolate.

“Tango. I don’t regret it, I would sacrifice myself for you all over again. One of us has to live, and you’ve always been the stronger one.”

“Impulse, are you giving up? You’re not giving up, say sike right now.”

“Tango…”

“We can- we can save you-”

“Tango, please, listen to me. I’m not worth it. You are.”

“You’re just as worth it as me, Impulse. I can’t lose you.” Tango pleaded, cupping Impulse’s face in his hands. They knelt there in silence, a few salty tears making their way down Tango’s face, quiet only punctuated by distant battle cries and Impulse’s shaky breath.

“Listen. You can’t help. The poison’s too fast-acting - I know it well. There isn’t a remedy yet, and anything that could diminish the effects should have been taken some time ago.”

“I can’t let you go.” At this point he was properly crying, a seemingly never ending influx of tears catching on the corners of his lips, filling his mouth with a salty taste. “I won’t let you go.”

Impulse sighed. “Tango…”

He didn’t finish the rest of his sentence. 

Somewhere in the distance, a door clicked open.

[skitskatdacat63]

2, 4, and 19 for Ustinya !!!!

AAAA GRACE TYSMMMM!!!! (ASKS HERE!)

2. How long was the process before the character reached its final version? (or a version that would be clearly recognizable as the character?)

Well I'm of the belief that there is no final version when it comes to character creation- But for her, I've been working on her for almost exactly six years(the anniversary of her first concept is tomorrow apparently???) But since 2021, I would say her design has remained pretty consistent! In September(lol I'm looking at my files to remember), I drew her after not really touching her design for a couple years, and everything from that subsequent concept has pretty much stayed the same. Its odd looking back at her very first concept, because I had given her wing arms, but I decided pretty quick that'd be an absolute pain.

4. And reverse, which one of the four things[name, appearance, personality or their role] did you struggle with the most?

Hmmm that's tough to say. Character creation is so weird for me because my characters form and then exist with me for so long that I don't have a lot of clear memories about how they've developed overtime, it just feels natural, y'know? Her design and name have remained mostly consistent overtime, so maybe I'd say her personality/role. But it wasn't so much a struggle, but like I said, an evolution overtime. I really enjoy her development from being just a harsh, cold dictator type leader, to being what she is now: distant and stoic, but really well meaning and soft-hearted under her intimidating exterior. Her role is complicated too because I like her kinda being an isolationist, but she also has major conflict wih another god, so I'm still puzzling out what happened there and when.

19. What is your general favourite thing about the character? What is your least favourite?

My fav thing has to be her birdlike features!!! I love her nose and eyes, how I can exaggerate them to make her look more creaturely. Also her hair! For such a serious character, she has such a...bird's nest. Lorewise, like I said, I really love her being this well-meaning but absolutely baffled brood hen(eagle?) Loves her subjects but does NOT understand anything about humans at all. As for least favorite things, the only thing I can think of is how even after years, I still don't understand wings that well, so every single time it's just like, ah here is a wing looking thing! Also thinking about in-universe things like justifications for how exactly her bird-people would be able to fly annoys me, idk man they just do!

[teanster123]

I have a headcanon, for Beetlejuice (from Beetlejuice), that Beetlejuice (literally) lays eggs, not to mention that I also have a headcanon, for Beetlejuice, that Beetlejuice would sometimes have moments where he would pretend to be a chicken and would often cluck, peck, and scratch, and he would even crow like an actual rooster would.

Eggs that are laid by Beetlejuice are called Beetlejuice eggs. Beetlejuice eggs are the same size as chicken eggs and have black and white speckles that are similar to the black speckles (that can be found) on quail eggs.

I made/drew this picture (on Microsoft Paint) on what Beetlejuice eggs look like. The only difference (between the two eggs) is base color, which depends whether or not the egg is fertilized. The base color of unfertilized Beetlejuice eggs is green, whereas the base color of fertilized Beetlejuice eggs is red.

Beetlejuice normally lays at least one egg once a day for three weeks (twenty-one days) every month. He normally lays unfertilized eggs.

Fertilizing Beetlejuice eggs works two ways: one is fertilization via sex, and the other is asexual reproduction.

Only the "fertilization via sex" method of fertilizing Beetlejuice eggs results in Beetlejuice being pregnant (or rather egg-pregnant (or eggnant)), with a gestation period lasting for nine months (just like a normal human pregnancy) (with symptoms of a normal human pregnancy included) before laying the egg.

When fertilized via asexual reproduction, Beetlejuice will lay the fertilized egg 36 to 48 hours (1.5 to 2 days) after asexual reproduction occurs, which is similar to how a hen will lay the first fertilized egg 36 to 48 hours (1.5 to 2 days) after mating with a rooster.

Unfertilized Beetlejuice eggs are usually used for food (such as to be cooked into omelettes, for example) or as ingredients (such as for making a cake, for example). Occasionally, they're even used as decorations (such as table centerpieces, Halloween decorations, Easter decorations, etc.).

Fertilized Beetlejuice eggs, on the other hand, are only meant for brooding, as in setting on the eggs (the Beetlejuice eggs, in this case) so as to hatch them. The process of hatching Beetlejuice eggs is similar to how a broody hen hatches eggs. Beetlejuice keeps the egg warm by setting on it, like how a broody hen sits on an egg. He will turn/rotate the egg as many times as it needs to be turned/rotated in order to even out the temperature inside the egg and to stop the membranes from sticking. He'll even act like a broody hen: making a nest, staying in the nest most of the day, being territorial over the nest, and squawking, growling, and pecking at any perceived threats.

Three weeks later (that's twenty-one days after the Beetlejuice egg has been laid), a hatchling will (finally) hatch from the Beetlejuice egg.

Now, I also have another headcanon, for Beetlejuice, that Beetlejuice also has a surprisingly protective and nurturing "mother hen" side of his personality (although it can be pretty much rare for anyone else to really see said caring, soft side of him), and it often leads to him even sometimes acting like a chicken himself.

Speaking of which, Beetlejuice is an amazing, loving, doting, nurturing, caring, and gentle father/mother/parent and will raise the hatchling(s), keep them safe and warm, and teach them everything they need to know.

[vivicas-dollhouse]

Stress toy

A Willry/Helliam fic

Warnings: dubious consent, nsfw content, will being an asshole

ENJOY!!

William sighed and put his head in his hands as another kid dropped their drink on the floor. He was supposed to be in the back fixing Fredbear, but because someone had had their third “family emergency” in a month, he was stuck watching these little shits. He looked up at the janitor, who was reading the newspaper while the parents corralled the little demons for a group picture.

“Parties nearly over, they can handle this. I have to pay someone a little visit..”

He stood up and sneaked to the room's exit, and rushed down the hall. An employee bumped into him.

“Hey Mr. Afton, do you need me to cover for you?” She asked. Will nodded, praying that she would stop talking to him before she noticed his crotch. Luckily, she gave him a thumbs up and went on her way. He walked even quicker to the back office, glaring at every child he saw.

He peeped into the back office window to see Henry hunched over at his desk, working on a springlock. He knocked at the door.

“It's open!” Henry shouted. Will stepped in, using his key to lock the door behind him. He quietly drew the curtains, and walked over to Henry.

“Henhen…” Will placed his hands on Henry's shoulders, making him jump. He quickly stood up. “Hey Will, you scared me!” He looked at Will as he grabbed his waist and pulled him in. Henry appeared both shocked and annoyed.

“Will, we are at work,”

“Kinky,” Will went for Henry's neck but Henry backed away, hitting the edge of his desk.

“Will, no,” Henry felt Wills hard-on hit him, and he turned red.

“Listen Hen,” Will stared coldly into the short man's eyes. “Your either going to consent and I’ll be nice, or your not and I will do whatever I fucking want to that pretty body of yours,” Will whispered

Henry froze. “W-what?”

“Choose,”

Henry sighed nervously. “Fine,”

“Good boy. On your knees.” Will ordered, and Henry dropped to the ground with his hands on his thighs. Will smirked, undoing his belt and unzipping his fly. He groaned at the release of tension, and smiled down at Henry, who was regretting being born.

“Will, do I have to? Can you jerk off in the bathroom like a normal person?” Henry complained. Will's glare said enough for Henry. “Ok, I guess this is how todays going,” he sighed, taking the length in his mouth. Will groaned, putting his hand in Henry's blonde hair

“Good boy Hen, you're so cute, thinking you have a choice,” Will mocked, tilting his head back slightly.

There was a crash from the main party room, followed by screams. Henry started to remove Will from his mouth, but Will kept his head in place.

“Did you think we were finished?” Will smiled, watching the fear in Henry's eyes for a moment before totally face fucking him. He felt Henry gag and laughed as he went faster and faster on the blonde's mouth.

Henry grasped at Will's pant legs as tears formed in his eyes. Will just smiled down at him.

“You better fucking swallow Hen, you wouldnt want to make me- fuck- make me angry would you?” Will smiled and moaned, releasing in Henry's throat. Will kept his head in place until he felt Henry swallow, then released his hand. Henry doubled over, gasping and coughing.

“What the fuck?” He panted between coughs. Will grabbed a few napkins, one for himself and another for Henry's mouth. He redid his pants.

“Just needed a bit of stress relief. I'm going to go smoke, you should check on the kids, they might have broken something.” Will smiled emotionlessly and grabbed his pack of cigarettes from his desk. He unlocked the door. “Love you Hen!” He slammed the door, leaving a confused Henry on the floor.