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[wikiangela]

seven sentence sunday

I wasn't gonna post anything from this one bc it's so close to being done I might just post it within a day or two (no promises tho lol) but I'm loving it so much and I can't resist posting a snippet haha

so here's a bit of my 7x06 tommy's pov fic!

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(...) “my sister finally married the love of her life,” a kiss to Tommy’s chin, then another, and one more, and Tommy laughs again. “And I,” Evan grins against Tommy’s lips as he kisses him again, “I have a really hot date to her wedding.”

“Yeah, straight out of a fire.” Tommy smirks and bumps their noses together, and Evan laughs, Tommy drinking in the adorable sound. It all feels- it feels intimate, familiar, more than it should be at this stage.

“Mhm, even hotter now.” he leaves one more kiss on Tommy’s lips. “And I’m just- I’m really happy you’re here, Tommy.” Evan pulls away, this time enough to look into Tommy’s eyes, his own shining excitedly, face softening, as he whispers, with something like awe in his voice, “You made it.”

“Of course.” Tommy answers earnestly, feeling a fond smile pull at his own lips, his chest swelling at the look Evan gives him, something so affectionate and wonderstruck – he doesn’t think anyone has ever looked at him like this. It could be overwhelming, if he didn’t feel the exact same way. “We had a date.”

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[aposemetric]

have you ever wanted to find out which Actually Gay™ anime character you are? have i got the diagnostic quiz for you! this quiz is long, varied, and has 26 different possible results. there is fashion. there is bloodshed. there is overly personal questions.

Let me, Dr. Gay Anime Bitches, assign you a gay anime bitch.

[m0e-ru]

soejima should sign up for a stand up

[paimonial-rage]

spark - xiao

[random writing event] | requested by anonymous

“Do you want to try it?” You asked with a smile. “A day like this is a cause for celebration, don’t you think?”

He kept quiet as his gaze trailed to the thin stick within your hand. Though he never used one before, they weren’t unfamiliar to him. In times past, the more studious of the adepti found interest in those Inazuman delights. The lights would often draw his eyes from across a crowd, but he never bothered to investigate up close. While bright and beautiful, they died quickly as transient things often did.

“I’m alright. There’s no need to waste such human trivialities on me.”

As usual, his refusal didn’t color your expression with hurt. Instead, you shrugged and turned your attention back to the Mingxiao Lanterns floating in the sky.

“It wouldn’t be a waste to me. Not for you.”

He held back his urge to sigh. There you went again saying such things. Though you were assigned to his care, you didn’t need to visit him so often. You didn’t need to shower him with gifts. You didn’t need to stay by his side. He knew he wasn’t easy to be around. He knew he often made people feel nervous. But you didn’t mind. You weren’t scared away.

In the back of his mind, he wondered why Rex Lapis gave you to him. Xiao had been a loyal servant for years. Never once had he failed his duty. So he didn’t understand. What was he supposed to do with you? What was the purpose of keeping you by his side?

He broke away from his thoughts when a soft humming filled the air. Turning his attention to you, there you stood by the torchlight with that stick from earlier in hand. After lighting the tip, you held your arm out as the stick began to erupt in a burst of lights and stars. You laughed, waving it around, enjoying the streaks it made across the evening sky.

The sight was captivating.

But just as quickly as it began, it soon came to an end. With a sigh, you placed the sparkler to the side. Almost as if reading his mind, you turned to him with a bashful smile.

“They don’t last long, but they are beautiful, aren’t they? It may be a bit frivolous, but what’s the point in being alive if we don’t allow ourselves to enjoy it?”

Perhaps it was due to it being Lantern Rite that he suddenly found himself caught in a bout of honesty.

“I’m… not sure I understand.”

It was the most truthful answer he could give. And how shocking it was you did not judge him for it. Instead, you walked over to the box of sparklers and picked out a stick. With a smile, you then held it out to him.

“Why not try?”

[jadewritesficshere]

Scents

Alpha!Steve Harrington x Omega!Reader

Synopsis: You come home smelling of another alpha.

Contents: territorialness (is that even a word well it is now), does this count as a hurt/comfort?, A/B/O dynamics

18+ only

You yawned as you opened the door to the house. It had been a long day and you were exhausted. You wanted to curl up in bed and sleep. You still had the nest from when you had presented. You knew some Omegas would only build one during their heat then dismantle it after. You had just been so busy, besides it was kind of nice being tucked in and cosy.

You heard some clanging of pots and pans in the kitchen. You peer around the doorway as you take off your shoes. Steve was putting dishes away that had been drying on the drying rack. "Hi Stevie," you say quietly as you slowly step into the room.

Steve turns and smiles a wide smile at you," Hey-" Steve pauses as he inhales. Steve's body becomes tense and he stands up taller. Steve takes a step closer to you," What is that?" "Huh?"

"What. Is. That?" Steve frowns, nose twitching slightly. Your normal scent of honey and nutmeg was hard to smell over the scent that was assaulting his nose. It smelled of smoke and cinnamon.

Steve's heart beat faster. It would smell okay except that's not your scent. And it definitely wasn't Steve's, though he has been told he had a hint of cinnamon before. No...Someone else's scent was all over you. Another alpha's scent.

Steve's jaw clenched. A low growl escaped him before he could hold it back that caused your eyes to widen. He cleared his throat and his hand shot up to rub at his nose. He trusted you. He did! But this wasn't the first time someone had left him and came back reeking of another's scent.

Steve couldn't help but feel his heart sink. He had tried giving you time after you presented so you wouldn't feel like the only reason he liked you was because you were an omega. He wanted to kick himself for not telling you sooner. Steve was hurt that you had someone else's scent on you, parading around without a care.

Your eyes looked wide and innocent at him. You poked his stomach," What is what?" Steve batted your hand away and glared, making you pout. Steve's scent was rolling off him, strong and...annoyed? Your nose and brow wrinkled in confusion. "That!" Steve snarls as he gestures at all of you.

Your mouth drops open slightly before looking down at yourself. You looked fine. You had on your jeans and your work shirt and- oh. Your coworker Heather had given you her jacket because a customer spilled their drink on you. You hadn't thought about the fact that Heather was an alpha. Or how Steve would take it.

"Oh crap, Steve I-," you cut yourself off, inhaling and exhaling shakily. You felt bad. You could tell Steve was upset from his stance. He was tense and looked ready to bolt or fight any second. His smell had bloomed with hurt, not annoyance. Well, maybe a hint of annoyance. A pit settled in your stomach at the thought of hurting Steve.

You fumble with the zipper in your speed to take the jacket off," Fuck! My shirt got wet and became see through. Heather gave me her jacket to cover up." You hastily pull it off, thankful that your shirt has since dried. You hesitate with what to do with the jacket for a second before tossing it onto a chair.

Steve stood there, jaw clenching and unclenching. He had multiple voices in his head yelling at him. The first was how badly he wanted his scent on you. How no other alpha should have their scent on you. The second was how he was thankful Heather had helped you cover up. Heather seemed like a good friend (albeit thats all he wanted Heather to be. A. Friend.). The third was how he had no right to get upset as you were your own person and he had no claim to you- you were not mates. Even if you were mates, you would still be your own person. But Steve hadn't gotten the guts to ask you out yet.

You bit your lip as your anxiety rose. Steve hadn't said anything. You both were just standing and staring at each other. You don't intend for the whine to come out. The sad noise that does escape before you can cut it off snaps Steve out of his thoughts.

He takes two steps and envelopes you in his arms. "Shit, no. I'm being a dick." Steve exhales shakily as he holds you flush to him. "No you're not. Just being an Alpha." You mumble into him, as you lean closer to his neck to smell his scent. "Still. I shouldn't...you aren't..." Steve doesn't know how to vocalize his thoughts.

You aren't his omega. He knows he shouldn't be jealous or territorial. Steve doesn't want to pressure you. Steve simultaneously wants to yell at Heather to back off.

Steve sighs," You aren't my omega- not that I'd own you! We just...aren't together. I'm sorry I-" "What if I was?" "I should- what?" You pull back to look Steve in the face. "What if I was...your omega?"

The silence that filled the air was thick. You felt like you couldn't breathe because of the anxiety welling up in you. You felt like your heart could burst out of your chest. What if he didn't agree? What if he didn't like you snd you had been seeing what wasn't there? What if-

"I'd love that!" Steve grinned wildly at you. He felt overjoyed as he pulled you back into another hug," I would love to be your alpha. More your boyfriend but-" "I thought that was kind of implied?" "Well, you know what assuming does."

Steve shifts his hold on you, not so subtly rubbing his wrist on your neck and shoulders. He was leaving his scent on you, a sign for others to back off. A happy trill left you to which Steve hums happily in response. You know a dopey grin was spread across your face as Steve rubbed his scent all over you.

You know the scent rolling off you is strong, same as Steve. You don't notice it however until the front door slams open and the conversation between Robin and Eddie stops. You turn to look at the doorway as Eddie exaggeratedly coughs. Eddie coughs and grabs at his throat, falling to the ground as Robin stares at how close you snd Steve are.

"The smells...the-" Eddie throws his tongue out of his mouth and plays dead, causing you to giggle (and feel slightly embarrassed). Robin sniffs at the air and shrugs," I mean I can sorta smell it. But it ain't that bad you idiot." Robin nudges Eddie with her foot before stepping over him and coming to you to, "Y'all smell nice."

You lay your head on Steve's shoulder snd hum. "Wait who's jacket is that?" Robin picks up the jacket. Eddie sits up and sniffs it slightly," is that Heather's?" "Yup. She let me wear it after an accident earlier." You shrug as Eddie gets up. "So that's why Steve's all over you," Eddie says smugly. "Yeah. Thats also why we're dating now." Steve pulls you closer to him.

A chorus of congrats, along with some teasing, occurs. You can't help but smile. You feel safe and warm. With your new boyfriend and your pack. You reek of Steve's scent mingling with your own, but you wouldn't have it any other way

[aston-axo]

Niki Lauda convincing everyone he was anything but as insane as the rest of them was the biggest con he ever pulled. I'm enamoured with the workings of his mind.

Something in me broke when I got near the end, and he was like "No, I WILL take time out of my book to complain about people stealing my clothes, the house never having yoghurt, and this one guy trying to sell me a meadow above market price, but I ain't having it."

Also,

>barges into rival's room >today i vin ze championship >refuses the elaborate >leaves

[averlym]

the one who pulls the strings (click for better resolution!)

from adamandi by @melliotwrites,, consider this my pitch to get you all to watch it

[shittywriterbrain]

[pixxyofice]

do they talk about their versions of loop in the time loop support group?

(Also the shards excerpt is giving ‘oh is this not a safe space suddenly’ lol)

"Do you not?" Odile asks, the first to get a question out in the surprised air that follows. "N-No?" Mirabelle waves her hands around in the air. "I-I had Riri! They—" She gestures to her dangling earrings, shaped like crescent moons. "They had a head shaped like this! She was my guide through the loops, and she was a me who didn't have anyone to help her? Did— Did everyone else's guide name themself Loop? But, wait, you all commented on them sounding like Siffrin...?" You can feel Odile and Isabeau look at you. You like not having a hat now most of the time, but those stares are making you want to hide your face again. You settle for pushing your head into your cloak again, which is not hiding your burning face. ... You can't bring yourself to answer. So Isabeau does. "Loop is a Siffrin who didn't have anyone to help them. Their head resembles more of a star." A brief pause. "Like, those things in the night sky? Had a star-shaped symbol in their chest. They were a guide, much like your Riri was, I assume?"

they do, a little!

[flyingcakeee]

Who wants Logan angst? Nobody? Too bad.

Little snippet of what I wrote here:

(If you read the entire thing on AO3, please read the tags ☹️)

Oscar did fine in the sprint, qualifying and finished P6. Logan, Logan got P10. Of course, technicality again, originally it was P12 again, which Oscar reminded him of on the trip around the circuit after they were both interviewed.

“I mean, finishing P12 isn't bad. You got pretty lucky with Lewis and Kevin trying to fight for most penalties. Maybe you'll get points today.”

“Yeah,” Logan mumbled, “maybe.”

Logan spent the rest of the parade talking to Kevin, unable to muster up courage to talk to Oscar anymore.

When Logan was taken out in the race by the same man he chose to talk to instead of Oscar, he shut his phone off and left to go home immediately. Oscar never texted him, Logan sent a small “good job” that night.

Maybe he was too busy celebrating his teammate who had finally won a race, Logan’s home race.

Jenson Button

“I think Logan's going to be in the seat until the end of the year. Of course we'd all love to see Logan doing a bit better than he was…”

Logan spent the time before quali when Jenson wasn't preoccupied with SkySports duties in the hospitality with him.

“Home race, hustle and bustle getting you tired kid?”

“I guess. It's just, there's a lot going on.”

“James assured you that the rumors about that young kid is all false, don't worry, kid,” Jenson said as he reached his hand over, rubbing Logan’s bicep. “Keep your head up, kid, you've got some pace around here, shut those rumors down like you did with your P10, yeah?”

Logan looked at Jenson with a look he didn't quite know himself. Whether it was a look mixed with fear, doubt, and overall sadness, it wasn't a pleasant look and Jenson didn't like it. He offered Logan a mere comforting smile before standing up, patting his shoulder, and walking off.

“I need to go a reporter, keep your head up, kid.”

Logan never talked to him again for the the week, crashing out and getting home before Jenson can search, if he was going to anyways, for the broken ‘kid’ just so he can act like he's Logan’s dad.

Logan had too many people trying to act like his dad, nowadays. He just wished his own dad would act so too.

Logan Sargeant

Always at fault, never the victim. Always unlucky, never a ray of hope for him. All the broken mirrors in the world cast their eyes on Logan as prey, and what a hell of prey he was.

Logan couldn't do anything about the 10 second penalty, it ruined his race from the get-go.

Logan tried to defend against the “Viking Defender”, shut the door before he stuck his front nose where it didn't belong. Kevin still did as such and drove away with mere damage compared to Logan, his car absolutely destroyed. Good thing they got the brand new spare chassis in, it was Logan’s turn to break the car beyond repair.

It was always Logan’s fault in the eyes of commentators and fans, at least the FIA had his back. Sometimes.

[pineapplefulfillseveryneed]

I just learned that my favourite recording of All That is in fact on youtube!

[fastcardotmp3]

wip wednesday thursday weekend!

tagged by the stupendous @figthefruitfaeth & @fragilecapric0rnn <3

rules

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

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

wips:

daniel (sorta) lives au - 911, buddie + madney

kas!chrissy (finale!)

bear au

snippet (from the new 911 fic bc apparently i don't have it outta my system yet):

“So, you’re with her, then?” Eddie nods towards the still ongoing conversation. All he gets is a frustrated and harsh exhale of a sigh in response. “You more a guard dog or a prison warden?”

And that earns him the sharpest look yet, actual fight behind the eyes rather than just a blank wall of strength. Eddie lifts his brows in question, unperturbed by the insolence he’s being met with. 

“Brother,” he snaps, all indignation and almost spitting with it. “Not that it’s any of your business.”

Eddie hums in acknowledgement, crosses his arms over his chest and looks back through to the locker room just in time to see Chimney, back to them and face out of sight, still say something loud with his body language as he unsteadily lowers himself to sit on one of the benches. 

“Well, you can stand down, brother,” Eddie says, even as he shares a look with Hen across the way, nods her on as she makes moves towards the locker room just in case. “Chimney’s a good man.” 

“They always are,” he mutters, under his breath like it’s not intended for an audience, but Eddie is standing close enough that all of it is for his consumption too, no matter the steps taken to hide it.

tagging! (with zero pressure and one trillion million love): @judasofsuburbia @cheatghost @kkpwnall @snowangeldotmp3 @starryeyedjanai @yourbestclothes + anyone who wants to join!

[wikiangela]

inspiration saturday

decided to make a lil moodboard for the ryan/taylor fic I posted a snippet of yesterday - not really sure where exactly im going with it, but this is more or less the vibes haha - reuniting, sort of getting back together, long distance relationship, plus a bit of family vibes haha

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no pressure tags: @gaydiaz @diazass @silentxxsoul @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @arthursdent @911onabc @housewifebuck @rogerzsteven @watchyourbuck @underwater-ninja-13 @eowon @loserdiaz @evanbegins @ladydorian05 @pirrusstuff @theotherbuckley @wildlife4life @fortheloveofbuddie @nmcggg @diazpatcher @lover-of-mine @exhuastedpigeon @king-buckley @monsterrae1 @thewolvesof1998 @hoodie-buck @spotsandsocks @jeeyuns @callmenewbie @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @weewootruck @hippolotamus @steadfastsaturnsrings @malewifediaz @honestlydarkprincess @buckaroosheart @spagheddiediaz @rainbow-nerdss @giddyupbuck @jesuisici33 @jamespearce9-1-1 @daffi-990 @elvensorceress @thebravebitch @disasterbuckdiaz

[phosphorus-noodles]

mkay. i think my next plan is to make the outline for my first fic rewrite... how do i do that.

[deepfriedtrout]

I'm going off this wip with nothing but sheer vibes and this song. I am a crackfic writer and not normally one of angst because I'm not good with writing emotionally-charged things.

Featuring: google translated italian, multiple internet searches about orange varieties, domestic older verneider angst. Mind you they've been happily together for several decades and the storm has long been since gone. But at the same time the meatgrinder in my house called angst is howling for blood

[inonibird]

More of my Death Cleric Sunshine, backstory edition! Recently my DM and I fleshed out a fair bit about the relationship he had with the necromancer who raised him (uh, not literally). 

Suffice it to say, Tarsus was NOT prepared to deal with a child. :’)