#i have not had a single chance to watch one snippet

[sansxfuckyou]

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[wonderlandwalker]

Intertwined Demise | Finnick Odair x Reader

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Summary: It only takes a single second for his world to fall apart in your hold

Content Warnings/Tags: Blood, injury, angst, a lot of insinuations but nothing explicit

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: For some reason I can't seem to be able to write anything longer than this. But here is a little snippet of angst until I find the headspace to write properly again

Your face was covered in dirt and dust, only clean where the tears had forced their path. And if it hadn't been for that simple fact, you wouldn't even be able to tell you were crying. Your face was strong, stoic even. All emotions lacking at a time when you would expect them most.

He kept waiting for your fight or to flight, but the longer he waited, the more hopeless the situation became, the more he wished he could get through to you. Because you were standing there, frozen.

And it's strange, the things you remember when you're watching the light fade from someone's eyes. Like the time you tried to show him how to make madeleines, but how could you expect him to focus on the melting butter when you were so, so close. And really, he thought, how was he supposed to not kiss you. 

He starts yelling at you until his ears start ringing, but it's no use, you haven't moved a single muscle.  You just stand there, looking at him as if everything will be okay. As if you’ve found your world in his eyes and are prepared to leave with it. 

He wants to run to you, wants to rip you away from your own thoughts. He wants to tell you about the promise you made to teach him chess. He didn't care much for the game itself, but the time you spent playing it was time he had to spend without you, and so he was determined to learn. But it’s no use, you’re standing there like a pawn in someone else's game, and he hasn't learned how to save you yet.

And the rest of your friends, the rest of the squad is pulling at him, trying to get him to move. Telling him to come with them, that they have to go. But how could he call them friends any longer if they did not see that by asking him to leave you, they are asking him to leave a piece of himself here.

Against all their pleas, and against all their orders, he stays right there. He stays and looks at you, he looks at you as if all of a sudden, you’ll be in his arms again. You’ll be in his embrace and you’ll tell him about the colours you think you should paint the house, and he’ll always agree with you no matter which one you think is best.

But it wouldn't matter, because no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get to you through the glass wall separating you. The material is in front of him as if it's mocking him. He can see you, he can see his heart being ripped from his chest, but he cant reach to get it back.

You had fallen behind, you had noticed something the others didn't and spent an extra second looking at it, but when you figured out what it was, your fate had already been written. 

When he had heard the noise, when his ears had alerted him something was wrong before his eyes could even get the chance, he had reached for you. He had reached for you to push you ahead of him, shielding you from whatever it was he had heard. He had turned around, and he had seen the last bit of space between you close up. And this shield wasn't one he would be able to get through. He wasn't the only one trying to get to you, he heard bullets being fired into the wall, but it didn't make a difference, it was too strong. 

From behind you, he could see peacekeepers turning the corner, and he starts pounding on the glass even harder, he hits it until the blood from his knuckles turns the glass into a tortured canvas. He screams out for you, but it doesn't seem like you can hear him. He sees your lips moving, and he can recognise you telling him you love him. But it doesn't calm him down like it usually would, it only makes him fight harder. Your body language is a stark contrast to your face, and he can see how afraid you really are, how guarded you’ve become, but you’re determined to make this last moment matter. He wants to give you what you’re asking for, but he can’t stop. He can’t stop the desperation in his voice or the anger in his body. 

You weren't dying, no, this was worse, you were giving up. Your tears stop and he sees you blink the last of them from your eyes. You’re still looking at him, you’re looking at him as if it will be your last opportunity to do so, and he wishes it could be a better one. 

He doesn't understand why youre not fighting, why youre not trying to get away from the men who circle around you and start to drag you away. You go with them as if they're not leading you to a world that doesn't have him in it. 

And all he could do was watch, watch as you went through agonizing despair, watch as they took you from him.

Everything around him turns silent. He no longer hears the yelling of the people behind him, he no longer pays attention to the alarm that has started to sound. 

It is in that moment that he gets it, because the moment he can no longer see you, he stops everything he’s doing. He stops screaming, he stops crying, and he drops to his knees. 

Everything around him becomes a background noise that he no longer cares enough about to identify. And he understands now. He understands the tranquillity in losing the only thing that keeps you going. He knows because it isn't even a choice. He knows he will do anything and everything to get to see you again. He will spend the rest of his life looking behind him as if you’ll be there, reaching for you until his mind starts to take pity on him and he’ll get to see you again.

And he will gladly lay down his own life to give yours back to you. Even if he doesn't get to see you again, the knowledge that you will be alright will bring him all the peace he could wish for in this moment right here.

Because what is there to lose, he thought, when you've already lost your mind.

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

Okay, either the scientist knew she was preggo or they just thought she was going through hormonal changes or whatever, there is NO WAY CROWLEY DOESNT KNOW THE HUMAN IS PREGGO.

Also, how much should I bet that Cater is just going to keep the whole world updated with every single DETAIL.

Oh, Lilia is going to have a FIELD DAY WHEN THE BABY IS BORN, same for Trein, he’s probably going to love it.

Referring to this fic snippet here:

Okay, to be fair, I forgot to mention that the events take place shortly after Yuu's arrival. Probably between chapter 2 and 3 given the timeline we have, which puts it at about...two, three weeks after the prologue and shortly after Riddle and Leona overblot.

As for the scientists/researchers, while logically speaking they would immediately jump at the chance to come to the island to start their studies, they first had to make sure these pictures circulating on Cater’s Magicam posts were legit first. Once it is established through a video or two that was posted, that's when they reach out to Crowley to make the arrangements!

And they actually arrive a week after the pregnancy announcement, so you can bet that they are very eager to get some studying done as quick as possible! 😂

As for the staff not realizing that fem!Yuu is pregnant, they are aware of what a pregnant monster's scent is like for sure. But because there hadn't been a human in centuries, even if Crowley was old enough to have been around humans, it's not like he remembers the scent off the top of his head! The staff would all essentially be like those confused cats and dogs trying to figure out what this strange bump is and why their human smells funny before instinctively feeling protective.

Can you just imagine Crowley building a nest for Yuu without realizing just *why* he was doing it in the first place? Or the blank stare he'd give the moment someone asked him like, "...why am I doing this??" and it only becomes clear shortly after the announcement, in which he tries to pretend he knew all along 😂

I'm also reminded of this one post where OP's cat had had multiple litters in the past and was so excited when OP got pregnant that the kitty kept trying to show her to the nest she made for OP's "kitten", and it was the sweetest thing I'd ever read 🥹

Anyway, you can bet your bottom madol that Cater will absolutely be keeping EVERYONE updated on Magicam throughout the whole process, and he is getting flooded with baby picture requests 🤣 It's also sweet how mothers come across the posts and try to offer advice that they'd learned on raising their kids, which is nice, though not all of the advice would really be practical based on species 😅 But at least they're sweet enough to offer that and words of encouragement! I can even see some inviting Yuu to a mother's support group meeting ;;v;;

You can also bet that Yuu will be receiving a lot of baby shower gifts and such from Cater’s followers. At least they don't have to worry about needing to buy diapers for a while! 🤣

Ooooooh yes, Lilia is going to be ecstatic to be able to hold and care for a baby again! He will offer to help watch over the little one (hadn't decided on a gender or name yet for the new baby) so Yuu can take a break, though don't worry about him trying to feed the baby his cooking. He learned and knows that milk is important for the baby, so he makes sure to have the bottles readily available even at Diasomnia~ (though Silver and the others make sure to keep an eye on him when it comes to feeding time just to be on the safe side)

Trein has already raised two daughters, and while he may not be interested in raising another, that's not to say he won't wind up spoiling the little human baby like any grandparent would! He'll also offer a shoulder for fem!Yuu to lean on and reassure her that she's doing a great job as a mother ;;v;;

[thee-horny-thicky]

Consequences

So a while back, I wrote what was supposed to be the beginning of another fic, about Suguru losing his girl to Satoru. However, I never picked it back up. With Savior concluded, I'll probably start working on it soon. Until then, enjoy this snippet :)

Every little choice you make has the potential to affect the very course of your future. Asking someone how they’re doing may prevent them from ending their own life. Deciding to ask a stranger for directions can lead to meeting your soulmate. Waking up too late can save you from being a victim of a brutal attack. Accepting a drink from a stranger can lead to you being kidnapped and sold. Driving your car just a little too fast can result in you dying a fiery death.

Making little choices that alter your life and that of those around you is the very basis of the butterfly effect. Your actions always have consequences, after all.

Suguru Geto was now learning this the hard way. Not answering a few texts, rejecting some invitations to hang out, and missing a few days of school seemed like minor choices. He hadn’t been in the right headspace for the past few weeks. Riko’s death had impacted him, and every day, he regretted not allowing Satoru to slaughter those fucking twisted cultists.

Their applause continued to echo through his head, the memory of the way they rejoiced at the death of an innocent girl never failing to sicken him.

He’d thought nothing of taking time to himself to cope and intended to make it up to every single one of his friends. You, most especially. He’d begun to long for the feeling of you in his arms and planned to treat you to a date night to apologize for his absence.

But actions have consequences, and the consequence for his was seeing Satoru flaunt you around the school. Unlike him, the heir of the Gojo clan had no reservations about showing you off to the world.

And why wouldn’t he? You were so quick-witted, a living challenge to the idea that pretty girls couldn’t be intelligent or capable. Your cursed energy could turn explosive, and he delighted in seeing the sadistic smile on your gorgeous face as you blew up 1st-grade curses with ease. You weren’t from a major clan, but you were from an upper-middle-class family of sorcerers that’d traveled the world, making you miles more experienced than most of your peers.

Your knowledge was something he loved about you, and your technique was something he admired about you. He adored seeing you high off adrenaline and caught up in a battle, how light your laugh sounded, the way your pretty eyes gleamed. The nature of your technique made you destructive, and you embraced that wholeheartedly.

You’d been the yin to his yang, and he allowed you to slip through his fingers.

Suguru hadn’t wanted to broadcast your relationship, not ready to fully commit to you. He was a part of the strongest duo, and that came with a lot of responsibility, which allowed little room for love.

Or, so it had seemed, as Satoru seemed to be juggling the two just fine. Because unlike him, Satoru had taken Riko’s death as a testament to how short life was and didn’t hesitate to take his chance with you.

He regretted not adhering to your pleas to publicly claim you, and anger would flare inside of him every time he wondered how long you held feelings for Satoru. Surely, his time away from you wasn’t enough for your feeling to fade away.

But either you were a damned good actress, or you’d truly fallen out of love with him, and transferred your feeling to his white-haired friend. The two of you were caught up in your own little world, giggling as Shoko looked at you and Satoru in disgust. Watching the two of you was sickeningly sweet, and whereas the brunette seemed repulsed by your bountiful PDA, it only made Suguru bitter.

It should be him holding you, not Satoru. The man already had everything, being blessed in every way imaginable. He had looks, money, power, and a stupidly large personality. Surely, it wouldn’t be too much to let Suguru have you? If anything, you should be his reward for all he’s gone through, not another thing he’s lost.

Satoru brushed his lips over yours, and though the kiss was chaste, it was too much for Suguru to bear. Were you trying to make him jealous, allowing your ex’s friend to be so handsy with you?

As Shoko faked a gag, Suguru shot from his seat. His friends look at him in confusion, while you merely rolled your eyes. When you look at him, there was no bitterness or satisfaction in your gaze. No, it was worse with that, as your eyes held no discernable feelings for him. It was a far cry from the way you looked at Satoru, so full of affection, the same you way used to look at him.

“You good, bro?” Satoru questioned; his arm wrapped around your shoulders.

No, he wasn’t, and his best friend was part of the reason why. He never gave much thought to the flirty comments Satoru aimed your way, because that’s just who Satoru is, a flirt. He thought it was just playful banter, not that he was expressing his true feelings for you.

How wrong he’d been.

“I’m fine,” he gritted out, gathering his things.

He could tell none of you believed him, but he didn’t care. He needed to get away from you and Satoru before he did something he’d regret.

“Where are you going?” Shoko asked, twirling the stick she kept in her mouth.

To find a curse to brutally kill. He needed a way to release his jealous rage.

“I have something to do.”

“Oh, wait, before you go, we’re going out tonight,” Satoru revealed, gently stroking your back as you leaned against him. “Wanna come?���

And see you all dolled up, wrapped around Satoru, and pretending he didn’t exist? He’d have to pass.

“I’ll see.”

“Oh, c’mon,” you whined, finally acknowledging him. “We haven’t hung out in so long!”

He had to hold back a scoff at your faux concern. If you really did care, you would’ve waited for him until he was ready to come back to you.

“…I’ll think about it.”

“I’ll text you the deets,” you said, ignoring his hesitance as you pulled your phone from your pocket.

Nodding, he began to walk away, stopping when his phone buzzed. His eyes widened at your message.

You: Stop being a little bitch and text Satoru back. He misses you.

You: I know you’ve seen them.

He quickly put his phone away, worried he’d throw the device if he stared at your texts much longer. Of course, you didn’t miss him. No, you were only concerned about Satoru.

Turning back, he shot you a glare, but your focus was again on Satoru. Not even Shoko noticed him, too concerned about making fun of you two.

Not bothering to hide his soured expression, he stomped away. Maybe he would go out tonight, just to put a damper on yours. Perhaps, he’d find a pretty thing to cuddle up with as you had with his best friend, though he doubted he’d elicit a reaction from you. Regardless, he needed some way to get the bitterness out of his system, and fucking it out might just be the best release possible.

So, as he stomped away, he fired off a text to Satoru to let him know he’d be in attendance.

[kikiwritesfanfic]

And Here You Were~

A Sun and Moon x Reader (oneshot? series? drabble? I don't know yet)

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What would happen if the cheery and innocent daycare attendant at the Megaplex grew attached to one person in particular? Would it become overly protective? Neglectful of the daycare duties? Is the animatronic capable of jealousy? Love? Hate?

Well, you should know. You are the one they've got their eyes on, after all...

*****

We remember the first day you showed up. It was a Tuesday, and you were terrified. Your little denim overalls and rainbow-striped shirt were a sight we never tired of seeing - it made you fit in perfectly with the colorful theme of the daycare.

"She's got some anxiety, and she is not to be excluded from naptime for any reason. She gets cranky without her naps and will just cry and cry and nobody can calm her down and-"

"Yes, yes, okay, ma'am. Trust us, we're all more than qualified to handle your little superstar while you're away. Isn't that right Sun?" the human daycare attendant pined, trying to calm your anxious mother. She looked a mess with her hastily thrown on baggy clothes and dark circles under her eyes. Her hair was up in a lazy bun, tangled as all hell, and her lips were dry and cracked. She was going through something. We pieced together through little snippets of conversation from you later on that your parents were going through a divorce, and she was fighting for custody while still trying to keep up with her demanding job. She was a strong and independent woman, so having to bring you to childcare made her feel like a failure. But she wasn't.

"Yes, of course!" Sun replied cheerily. He bounded towards your mother with excited energy - enough that it  absolutely terrified you and sent you into a screaming flurry of tears. Sun's rays shrank back into his head slightly and he apologized immediately. The human daycare attendant rolled their eyes and grabbed you anyways, while your mother reached into her bag and pulled out a few different prescriptions. Sun mentally logged everything you were supposed to take - anxiety medication with your lunch if you were still not interacting, nausea medicine if you complained of a stomachache after eating, and doctor-ordered melatonin to help put you down for naptime if you weren't sleeping. 

Great, another helicopter mother, Moon said inside of Sun's head. They had done that for as long as they could remember. It was how the two communicated with each other when one of them had control and the other was stuck watching on from inside. But Sun ignored his brother this time, not wanting to miss a single thing your mom was saying. 

The human attendant nodded nonetheless at your mom, taking the labeled freezer bag with the orange bottles and placing it behind the front desk to be logged momentarily. "I promise, ma'am, we will look after your little superstar well, and she'll fit in just fine. Isn't that right, Y/N?" they asked you, who was finally calming down from your screaming fit. Now you were staring at Sun with wide eyes, fearful but curious. 

Over the next few months, you had grown to adore the daycare. Once you opened up, you got along well with all the other kids. Your personality began to shine through, and you seemed like the perfect child. You were a great problem solver, friends with everyone, and creative when it came to literally everything. The other children in the daycare always wanted to play with you, and you always made time for all of them. If there was an issue between your friends, you would help resolve it before Sun even had the chance to make it over to you. You never broke the rules, used your manners, and somehow encouraged every other kid to follow in your leadership.

But our favorite part about you was how you never seemed to treat the two of us as one in the same. We still remember the day you dragged most of the kids to the craft corner and encouraged everyone to draw cards for Moon. When asked why by your curious classmates, you would respond with "Because he never gets as many gifts as Sun, and I think that probably makes him sad."

You grew up with the daycare, and a year turned into two and then three. 

But one day - a Monday, we believe - your mother came to drop you off, and abruptly told the human on shift that it would be your last day. She looked disheveled and even more tired than usual. Her eyes were red - she had been crying. You weren't your usual self that day, either. You were whiny and reserved, hiding away in the quiet corner. You refused to play with anyone, making excuses each time one of the other children tried to get you involved. You even refused to eat, and wouldn't sleep at naptime.

It was during that last naptime that Moon had taken you away from the other kids to try to understand what was happening. Sitting in one of the castle towers next to the ball pit, he finally asked you the burning question on our mind.

"Starlight, what ever is the matter? Sun tells me you haven't eaten or played at all today," he said with a softness he seemed to reserve only for you. You were clinging to one of the half-moon pillows with so much force for your little body, it made Moon worried immediately. You only shook your head as tears formed in the corners of your eyes.

We never did find out why you weren't returning. 

The daycare wasn't the same after you had left. The children fought, naptime was difficult, and Moon seemed to fade from the little superstars' minds as if he was never important. But we pushed through nonetheless. We never forgot about you. We kept your drawings up on our wall in our room and would look at them any time we were feeling down. The sadness faded from a relentless pain to a dull ache after a year. And soon, we didn't really think about you much. Other kids came and went, and we just moved on.

Or so we thought we had. 

We were informed that some things were changing about the daycare, about Moon, and about the Megaplex in general. We were forced to go to Parts and Service daily for about a month, having new programs put into our coding. After the month (and many refusals to answer our questions), we were told Moon was to patrol the Megaplex at night. We were asked several test questions by Vanessa, the new head of security, to make sure the programs were working properly.

"Okay, and what do you do if there's a code blue?" she asked.

"Seek out any head personnel and get them to safety before dealing with the intruder or intruders," Moon responded, crossing his arms. "Now can you please tell me why we're doing this?" he asked for the hundredth time. And once again, Vanessa ignored him, writing something on her clipboard. 

"Okay, that's it, now follow me," she said, setting the clipboard down and leading Moon out of the P&S room. He did as he was told, not because he wanted to, but because that was part of the new programming. Unless going against direct protocol, the brothers were no longer allowed to do as they pleased. If given a direct order from security personnel, they were forced to follow it. 

Where do you think she's taking us? Sun asked his brother, unbeknownst to the blonde. Moon shrugged, blinking his new eyes rather rapidly as he struggled to get used to the several new overlays he now had. He could see where each of the glamrock animatronics were, Vanessa's (or anybody's) level of clearance, and even call his wire out in the rest of the megaplex now.

Vanessa led them up to the atrium and around a corner to another woman sitting nervously in one of the cushioned seats for families to take breaks on. She also wore a security guard outfit, but she didn't have the same clearance as Vanessa. In fact, she seemed to have very little clearance, Moon could see, due to the new overlay. Sun gasped loudly inside their shared mind, making Moon flinch. What?! the blue animatronic hissed back.

Sun didn't reply, and Moon made an irritated noise. Vanessa was talking to the other security guard, when she finally turned to him and smiled. "Apparently you two have met before," she said, gesturing towards you, who stood up but kept your eyes to the floor. Something tugged at the back of Moon's mind as Sun tried to bring up a memory file. But he didn't need to. You looked up and locked eyes with them, nervousness written all over your face.

For years the brothers daydreamed of seeing you again. For years they sat in their room and wondered what happened to you. For years they waited patiently, hoping that by some miracle, you would be brought back to them again.

And here you were.

[this-is-lovin]

snippet from a mobius/loki fic i was gon make but stopped bc i couldn’t even fathom changing the ending of the actual show 💀

“Do you know I once dreamt of death?” The voice comes out gently, breathlessly, as if they don’t even understand the need to explain a hidden section of themselves to someone.

They are sitting on a curved bench. The wood is rotten— planks fall against the cold sand.

The water’s breeze carries a piercing chill with it. He moves closer to the water’s edge; waves collapse inwards on themselves. Foam accumulates at the border, slipping back into the undertow.

The moon reflects on the lapping surface, and the lighting dims at night. It offers a simple moment of escape. Of what would be stillness.

“Why?” He asks as if he does not know.

“Have you ever heard of the notion that someone ill wishes to grow worse as proof of their ailment?” They answer. The sand plunges beneath their feet as they approach him. Their dark hair blends into the sky—even the stars do not compare to its pitchness.

“I wished for a change in fate. For the attention I so unbearably craved. All that resulted was further loneliness. When you are born of Norse gods, you have far fewer deities to pray to. I’d pray to myself.” Loki answers, staring at the expansive space of the water. How endless it seems.

“Do you regret it?” Mobius watches the God, how his expression lowers into something indistinguishable.

“My wish of dying, or loneliness?” He tilts his head towards the other, smirking slightly—his lips thin under the night.

“Neither.” He doesn’t know what he is asking.

“Do I regret not dying?” Loki questions. “Most days, I fear yes, but I don’t. If I were to die, I wouldn’t be as I am now.”

Mobius turns, “Away? A tree?” He doesn’t mean for his words to sharpen into a territory of hatred.

“Yes. I gave those who didn’t have a chance, a possibility of living.” He shreds a single smile at Mobius. “I gave you an option.”

“What if I didn’t want one?” He begins. He is acting on desire; it’s deflection. “I was happy with how things were.”

“Nothing would go as it was without me shattering the loom.” He turns. “You often have to leave something when you grow an attachment to it. I thank you for staying near me throughout the advancement of your life.”

Mobius scoffs, “You are stuck at the end of time while I live.”

“That’s how I wished for it to be.”

At the end of time, there is an absence, something void— silence that develops into pure noiselessness. Murmurs of life developed within a hazy video capture. Loki is in a state of isolation, yet he doesn’t feel alone, unlike the emotion he felt while growing up.

He has one single strand woven around his neck, twisting down his body in tendrils. The fiber of the branch is constant; the color is vibrant. And he hears the discourse within it.

It eases what would be unbearable isolation; he listens and becomes a factor in life in distant and crucial ways.

He has two sons, both with such distinct and apparent characteristics that there’s a struggle to balance them. One outperforms the other, expanding quickly further. There’s a constant battle for harmony in the house—his home.

He works as a salesman, selling jet skis. He’s known around the block as the poor mourning father whose wife suffered from a severe illness, the one who held a loose budget for babysitters. The one that would run from his house in pitch dark, wearing only his underwear in a futile pursuit to retrieve his sneaking child.

The tired father.

And god, did he love it. It was something he never knew he longed for, and once he had it, he couldn’t displace the sudden emotion of suitability.

This was undoubtedly his life.

Loki listens to the prayers of the children and the discussions of parents. And he learns from it. His chest aches from the tautness of his muscles. He sits, and he waits.

It all becomes suddenly worth it when he hears the expansion within Mobius’s life. How his daily life alters and changes from day to day. It’s beautiful the instability it holds.

[axailslink]

22 going on 23

Riri Williams x poc FEM reader

Love that song ^°^

Summary: you and Riri always joked that if you both were still single by thirty you'd date each other. Riri just turned 23 and you can't wait for 30.

Snippet from the fic:

Warning: ⚠️ mentions of weed and cursing

Riri has been your girl from day one so what did you do when she asked for a crazy ass birthday party? You delivered. You've got friends everywhere and who isn't willing to take a little time out of their day for Riri? All it took was a bit of blackmailing about all those A assignments folks turned in and you had yourself a party, DJ, and a caterer. When Riri walks down the stairs she can't help but smile at you knowing, as usual, you always pull through "damn" you nod as you hand her a red solo cup "what's this?" You smile "just drink it" Riri glances into the cup she can smell the alcohol when she does but for once Riri isn't going to let that stop her she has no classes she's graduated college early (not surprising) and she's grown.

Riri sips the drink and kisses your cheek "thank you baby" you nod "you know I always pull through for you plus we've got to get shit-faced tonight so we can have an excuse to leave your family dinner party early tomorrow." Riri laughs "my mother is not that bad" you take a turn to sip Riri's drink now "ha she's always like "ah my baby she's growing up and becoming the finest young woman known to man" she be right though because Riri you are just getting finer with time" Riri smiles and hums "really?" You nod "mhm my bestie" Riri's smile drops a bit but you don't notice because you're both interrupted by the sound of Riri's favorite party song…

Girl, you looks good, won't you back that azz up

You'se a fine motherfucker, won't you back that azz up

Riri's running you're running. You're supposed to be a good friend tonight and watch the party but how can you resist this chance right now? You can't. You're quick to kick your heels off and get right in the middle of the dance floor dragging a way more than willing Riri with you. She keeps her cup in her mouth held in between her teeth as her hands are quick to grab your waist as you act up. You leave Riri no time for preparation but being her friend since her first year of college yeah she already knows how this goes you gone act up and get all touchy then you gone want a blunt and go home.

Girl, you looks good, won't you back that azz up

You'se a fine motherfucker, won't you back that azz up

Call me Big Daddy when you back that azz up

Girl, who is you playin wit? Back that azz up

Riri can't help but laugh at how happy you are to be throwing it back on your best friend. Truly in your opinion, it's been way too damn long you don't know if it was classes or knowing that you might be crushing on her but something put a little distance between you two however that ain't got shit to do with tonight. You continue to whine and grind against Riri as her hands guide your dress up just a bit just showing the thighs. Riri loves being the center of attention, especially on her day but she's never been opposed to sharing said attention with you so while friends are recording and the guys are leaning Riri back while you continue to act a damn fool she's just smiling. She couldn't be happier. Truly.

When the song's done you are wrapped lazily around Riri and her hands are planted on your waist "you okay?" Riri asks, keeping her gaze locked on her surroundings "mhm I've just drained myself give me five more minutes of this" Riri nods "of course." For the longest time you both just stay in each other's arms, your face planted into her shoulder and hers looking past you seemingly avoiding viewing your current state. This is the longest five minutes ever for Riri and that's probably because it's been more like ten minutes. Finally, she gives in and glances down at you who looks tired even though she knows this is only a break for you.

As the night continues many twerking songs are played and each time you and Riri are up for the challenge but now that it's nearing twelve it's almost time for her to lock in her good year. It's tradition. To lock in a good year of age you kiss your significant other when the clock strikes twelve.

"23 huh?" Riri laughs and nods as 22 by Jayo plays in the background "hell yeah" you smile and hug her "go lock in that kiss for good luck" you give her a thumbs up ready to turn on your heel but Riri grabs you by your arm pulling you back to her. "I can't get that kiss if my dance partner leaves me" you laugh nervously unsure of what she's asking right now "what?" Riri smiles at your obliviousness right now before gently placing her lips on your own. She's quick to pull away and you aren't surprised Riri's always been shy. Unlike Riri, you are not shy so you grab Riri by her shirt and pull her to you placing a firm long kiss on her lips one that causes the others to stare yet you don't stop you continue now grabbing her jaw and forcing her mouth open anyone watching can see just how weak in the knees this makes Riri as she whimpers into the kiss once you pull away.

"Shit."

You continue dancing to the music but Riri's struck licking her lips over and over again trying to get the same taste of that kiss she just experienced. "Y/n" you hum in response "what the hell?" You laugh at her confused face "when we were 19 we made a promise that if we weren't married or in a relationship by 30 we'd become a couple... I know 23 is nowhere near 30 but I just couldn't wait and lose my chance. Especially to the type of chicks you like" Riri smiles to herself "you remember that?" You nod and laugh "hell yeah I remember that how could I not? It was the first time I had thought about kissing you." Riri nods as she holds her cup "it's been four years, how many times have you thought about kissing me since?" For once you're not willing to answer but Riri's smile forces you to.

"I've lost count."

A/n: ah yes another friends to lovers. Gotta love em.

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[according2thelore]

keep goinngggggggg!!! just sitting here reading your snippets of the early and late season interactions and loving the goodness. ty for sharing bc the brainstorming sessions are amazing.

hi!!!!!

AGH! i'm so glad you've been enjoying! :) i wrote a little snippet, i hope you enjoy~!

sam scowls at the mirror. yeah, this is definitely not his shirt. it looks like something he would wear, but the sleeves are way too big, and the shirt drapes off of his torso like a kid playing dress-up in dad's closet.

sam picks at the fabric, suddenly too annoyed for words. it's his, isn't it? figures they'd both have the same taste in clothes. at least one thing in this goddamn world isn't unrecognizable.

sam shucks the shirt over his head, quickly grabbing another shirt from the pile--one of dean's old shirts, a faded metallica tee--and pulling it on.

he opens the door to the bedroom, and looks up and down the labyrinthian hallway. did every single one have to look identical? sam tries to remember what older dean had told him the night before.

(okay, so from your bedroom, it's a left, left, then right to the kitchen. two wrongs make a right. i'll be there if i'm not in the garage most days, probably. in case you were wondering. from here to the library, it's a right, left, then two rights. if you see a death ray, you've gone too far.

a death ray? sam interrupted, sharply. the older version of his brother waved his hand, and made a pshaw noise.

it's not actually a death ray. just looks like one. picture a death ray in your head? that's what it looks like. big ugly thing, probably gave scooby a headache in his day.)

sam takes a right, left, then two rights. sure enough, sam is sitting at the table in the library. well, 'sammy.'

after the fifth time of dean--sam's dean, the 2006 one--said "sam?" in a frantic tone, and both sams jumped up to calm him down, they had to come up with a system.

the older dean immediately pointed at 2006 sam and said, "sammy." with a happy smile. sam protested a-fucking-lot. sammy was for a fat little kid with a pinwheel hat. sam was sam. the older version of sam sighed heavily, like sam even being here was beleaguering.

"i can be sammy," he said, "even though i'm thirty-six. he's not going to agree to it." he nodded at sam like he knew him at all, and sam still kind of hates him for it. he didn't hate the guy at first--i mean, come on, a chance to meet his future self--untapped potential! sam had so many questions. but so far...sammy's been a disappointment.

"hey," sam calls now, and sammy's head pops up over his research.

sammy checks his watch, "shift change already?"

they had been doing research in shifts on how to take 2006 sam and dean back, to no result yet. sam shakes his head, and holds up the offending shirt.

"no, mixed laundry." he tosses it at sammy, who catches it with a fluid movement. sam eyes sammy with a wary eye.

how did they get so good at everything? sam feels unfairly trapped in the "before" picture of a healthcare ad.

"oh," sammy says, folding the shirt with his massive bear-paw hands. "sorry about that."

"anything?" sam asks, nodding at the books. sammy shrugs, rubbing a hand at his temple.

"not yet--" he starts, but someone knocks at the doorframe.

both sams turn to look. dean--sam's dean--is standing there awkwardly, shuffling on his feet.

"what's going on in here?" dean asks, hesitant. his arms cross over his chest, and his words sound like, what did you do, sam? what did you say this time?

sam doesn't know when dean--his dean--stopped being on his side, but he hates him for it. sam looks back at his older self. dean's so defensive over him, even though the guy can clearly take care of himself. older sam tucks a strand behind his ear and also crosses his arms, two huge barrels on either side like a goddamn white water raft or something. he looks only amused, a soft look on his face like he's observing two puppies trip over a ball.

sam hates that, too. that sammy always acts like he knows exactly what's going on in sam's head--every ugly, hideous thing. and worse, he's all condescending about it--holier than thou about it. i know what you're thinking, and it's cute. your animosity is as adorable and non-threatening as a puppy nibbling on my ankle. sam scowls.

sammy's eyes slide over sam's shoulder, to dean. sam tries to straighten his spine so sammy can't see over him, but sammy's smile is just as soft and knowing.

sam looks behind him, helpless to it. dean is flushed, eyes firmly on a bookshelf in the corner like he's leaning on the doorway for no reason at all, like he just happened to be there and forgot they were in the room.

that might be the absolutely worst goddamn thing about this whole situation.

"not a damn thing." he says, but he means, where did you go, dean? why do you love this guy so much? how the fuck am i supposed to be this golden-idol-version of myself to you?

sam wants to turn around and tell himself (god, he'd never get used to that), stay away from him. he's not yours. back the fuck off.

but he won't. and he doesn't. he shoulders past dean, feels the heat of his skin, and back into the hallway.

older dean is probably around here somewhere. sam looks up and down the empty hallway. kitchen. definitely kitchen. guy makes a mean burger. that's the only reason sam's seeking him out right now.

the only reason at all.

anywhoooo...hope you enjoyed! :)

-lizzy

[onlymingyus]

Hallmark Moment: Love on 42nd St. (Teaser)

pairing; kim mingyu x afab reader

genre; fluff (for this teaser), suggestive (full fic will contain smut so keep that in mind if you want to join my tag list) -- the actual full fic will have its own genre and warnings

warnings; single dad!mingyu, single mom!reader, cursing, some sexual innuendos -- again the full fic will have its own warnings

part one

a/n; I am hoping to have this fic done very soon but wanted to give you a small snippet. at this time I am sitting at nearly 11k words with it, and it's not even I believe half way done lol. this has seriously become a passion project. however i wanted to release this little teaser to let you know it is coming and as a valentine's gift. thank you all for your support and love! happy valentine's day! i will not be adding a tag list as this is just a teaser.

You scoff, a pout on your lips while you pull at the end of your shirt over your jeans a bit upset that he had stopped kissing you. You start to follow him, muttering under your breath, “As if it was that hard to find the bedroom in a one bedroom airbnb…” Mingyu only catches the end furrowing his brows, uncertain of what you had said when you finally reach the same room as him. 

“What did you say?” He watches you shrug and smile playfully causing him to narrow his eyes curiously. “Nothing, this is a nice room. Where are you going to sleep, Gyu?” Mingyu scoffs as you tease him, his eyes scanning over the king sized bed when you move over to it laying on it not taking up much space. “What, you don’t want to sleep with me?” 

He hadn’t meant it like that but when your eyes widen, it doesn’t take long for him to do the same. “Oh…no not like that. I meant, just in the same…” Your laugh pulls him back to reality when you sit up and shake your head. “Mingyu it’s fine, of course I do. I mean I want you to sleep in this bed…with me.” Mingyu watches you struggle to find the right words, he knew that if he reached out to touch your cheeks they would be hot to the touch. 

Clearing his throat, Mingyu nods, a smile crossing his lips when he looks back towards the luggage, starting to open it to find a few things. “Then it’s settled, we will sleep together…” He hears you take a breath causing him to smirk because he knew what he was doing when he finished his sentence, “in the same bed.” 

“Mhm, that’s the plan. Is that the bathroom?” Mingyu glances to where you are gesturing, your voice cracking slightly causing his smile to widen slightly. “Uh probably, from the pictures, we have an ensuite.” You nod almost too enthusiastically while sliding off the bed to get past Mingyu to head to the bathroom when you find yourself with his arm around your waist pulling you back towards him. 

“Take your toiletries with you, Y/N. Something tells me you won’t want to ask me to bring them to you.” You shiver to the feeling of his breath against your ear, your fingers hold his forearm against your stomach while you take a steadying breath. You find Mingyu smiling at you when you meet his eyes, his fingers trailing over your side and stomach before he steps away letting you do what you need to do. “Smart, you’re right Mingyu. I wouldn’t let you, probably.” 

Mingyu watches you dig through your carry-on, his smile concealed just barely when you fumble with the smaller toiletry bag. His eyes follow you all the way to the door only to take a breath when you close it behind you leaving him in the bedroom alone so he can mutter to himself. “God…she’s so fucking cute. Keep it together, Mingyu.”

Inside the bathroom you lean against the large counter holding double sinks in front of possibly the biggest mirror you had ever seen. You hadn’t taken a chance to really look at your appearance since you had gotten off the plane so now you were cringing slightly from the obviously traveled appearance in front of you. Digging through your bag you find your makeup bag and hairbrush so you could touch up at least slightly before going back out to see Mingyu again. 

No man had ever made you simultaneously feel shy, anxious, comfortable, and desired before. You were terrified to be around him and yet there was nowhere else you wanted to be. Running your fingers through your hair, you manage to tame it back to something acceptable, nodding at your reflection before heading back out into the bedroom. “Sorry, I know I’m being completely idio…” 

You had started to explain yourself to Mingyu but by the time you got back into the room you found yourself smiling, your hand going over your lips to silence any sound. Soft breathy snores leave his lips, Mingyu’s body completely on the bed except for his arm that had managed to fall from his side. “God you didn’t sleep at all did you?” 

The words are barely a whisper, you walk on your tiptoes though you had a feeling nothing was going to wake him. With a light touch you carefully lift at his arm putting it over his stomach, your eyes going to his face watching his lips smack a few times in his sleep. He was so handsome, you couldn’t help but to reach out, pushing his hair from his forehead. “Rest well, Gyu.” 

[m0llygunn]

good sunday here’s something I wrote a while ago. it’s part of a bigger piece, so there’s references that are foggy, but if I simmer it and reduce it to its essence, it is amateur writer!eddie x amateur writer fem!reader, reader wears a lot of layers and is pretty closed off. I don’t think it needs more explaining for how small this snippet is (1.8k) but if you’re curious about one thing or another, my ask box is always open. (sorry this is out of the blue but I just reread this and I like this part, I don’t think it deserves to die in the docs like all my other wips lol) (this won’t die in the docs but it will die unedited)

18+ only pls this is soft and not horrifically explicit but

“Do you think drugs help with your creative process?”

“Sometimes, dunno,” he shrugs.

Eddie asked if it was okay if you went to his place today. He told you that Friday night was his last chance to make a good chunk of his profits before Christmas and he had things he needed to do in preparation.

You watch as he weighs out little baggies of fuzzy green and brown product.

“Can I help?” you ask.

“You want to help me with this?” he laughs.

“Yeah, s’boring over here,” you say, feeling a tinge of embarrassment for your enthusiasm.

“Must be hard being such a pretty girl that has to sit around waiting, huh?”

You ignore his comment, pushing yourself off the bed and using your own judgment on how to help him. You help by opening the plastic bags and by tying them after he fills them.

————

“A woman’s love makes all the difference,” Eddie teases, pressing a kiss to the edge of your face as he puts away all the neatly made bags. “They look good, thank you sweetheart,” he presses another kiss to your skin, this time closer to your inner cheek. He stands and you do the same. While he put his stash away in a drawer for now, you settle back into his bed, sitting cross legged in the middle.

“You ready to go home or wanna stay longer?” he asks, catching your gaze.

“It’s barely been an hour,” you complain with wide eyes as you check the time. Eddie crosses to the bed, laying beside you so his head rests adjacent with one of your folded knees while his hand closes over your other.

“So stay then. I want you to stay,” he smiles.

“Sounds like you’re kicking me out,” you mumble.

“You could stay forever, I’d be happy.”

You scrunch your face and Eddie barks a laugh. His hand grabs further up your leg, getting closer to you as his fingers reach high on your thigh. You push him away with a flattened palm on his chest, fighting his advances just enough to make a point.

“Don’t be weird,” you scold.

“I’m not allowed to kiss you when I want and I can’t be weird? What am I allowed to do then?” He asks, laying on his back in comical defeat.

“Be normal.”

“See, that’s impossible when I’m with you,” he smiles cheekily. He folds both his hands over his chest, severing his ties from you, leaving you with not a single point of contact.

“And that classifies as a weird thing to say,” you say pointedly. You watch as he absentmindedly twirls one of his heavy silver rings around the knuckle it sits under.

“I like you, is that such a crime?”

He continues twirling the ring as he smiles up at you.

His room matches him to a T. Dark colours, hints of deep red that peak out under the clutter of personality that adorns every surface. Music is in your face, with posters that are screaming levels of confronting as soon as you walk in. The quietest part of his room is the novels that stay hidden in plain sight. A tattered book under a beer can, condemned to the life of being a coaster, a short stack just under his bed, they scatter everywhere and don’t demand the attention that everything else does.

When you feel like you understand Eddie it comes in waves like this. Like you have all the puzzle pieces but you need a particular clue to help fit them together. When they click into place it makes your stomach flip and your heart patter in your chest. It surges you forward and you find him. You kiss him to let him know you hear him.

He kisses you back and you hope he understands.

It’s awkward the way you hunch over him. Your knees press into the edge of his stomach and dangerously close to his crotch so you move carefully. He rises to accommodate you until you can sit a little straighter, feeling less of a stretch in your lower back. His hand finds your waist, encouraging you to sit up and uncross your legs while also pulling you into him. His kiss is soft yet firm and once you’ve both comfortable, it’s clear that you’re the driving force here. His hands don’t roam and he doesn’t deepen the kiss, he takes what you give him, as always.

You want more though, you want his hands to roam.

“Touch me,” you breathe into the kiss. With your hands on his forearms you drag them up your sides and he takes over, he feels up and down and he tugs and pulls the clothing barrier with every movement. You let your own hands sit low on his stomach, and it’s unfair the way your hands slip so easily under his thin cotton shirt, pulling it up to feel how the hair just under his belly button grows thinner the higher you go. His mouth stops moving against yours and he pulls back gently.

“Can I take this off?” he asks, searching your eyes while he holds the seam of your most outer layer.

You nod, agreeing quietly. He works slowly, letting his fingers gather the seam before pulling upwards, careful not to disturb the layer that lives underneath.

When it pulls over your head, he folds the material in half, placing it down on the bed beside you both.

He moves in closer to you, eyes landing on your lips but you motion for him to pause.

Finding his hand and placing it on the hem of your next layer, you meet his eyes. “Keep going,” you whisper. He nods, fingers finding their grip.

He could take every layer off at once, tug them over your head in one clump of clothing, but he doesn’t. He takes his time, unwraps you like a gift, paying special attention to the bells and whistles of zippers and buttons. He folds every layer with respect, making a pile of the mismatching fabrics that he’s silently cursed a handful of times for keeping you from him. He doesn’t want to make that mistake now, so he takes his time. When he gets to your second last layer he finds your eyes, making sure it’s okay.

“Go ahead,” you whisper. Inch by inch, the prize of your bare skin is revealed to him as he lifts the ribbed thermal from your hips, your waist, your chest, your shoulders, all the way to your wrists. Your poor thermal gets discarded without a gentle fold but you don’t mind.

Eddie’s eyes dance with lust filled adoration. He sits forward on his bed but doesn’t touch just yet. He traces curves and connects barely visible freckles with his eyes and when he’s looking for longer than you deem necessary, you find his hands again, bringing them to your skin and it feels grounding.

You part your hands from his once they flatten to your sides, giving him permission to roam. He hums appreciatively and his hands glide. They cover places you wouldn’t deem worthy of dwelling on and eventually, they start to squeeze. They feel like they’re molding you, pushing you in, and drawing you out all at the same time. You feel like you’re clay in his hands, but really it's the other way around. He’s learning how his hands fit to you, he’s adding the curves of your body to his lexicon, teaching himself how to speak to you through his touch. It’s a beautiful thing and you could cry.

“Kiss me, please,” you ask, needing him to take the swell of emotions from you. He nods before he meets your eyes, and when he does, he looks like he melts into valleys of softness.

“C’mere, sweet girl,” he whispers, using his new found language to fit his hands against your waist, tugging you forward into him.

He kisses you and it feels like breathing anew. Like words you’ve yet to discover, and dialects of feelings you never knew existed, it makes your heart hum.

It’s not long before his kiss translates every stirred up emotion into pure lust. His hands roam, rough at the fingertips but substantially softer at the palms.

Down to your last layer, he lingers at the equator of your back until it becomes the hottest part. The band burns at his fingers with every grazed touch over and under it. Despite that, he plays with fire, tracing the lace back and forth in quick movements that tell you what he wants. With a giggled approval, you feel the way he beams when he pecks at your lips.

Talented with his fingers, he one handedly releases the tension on your ribcage. Both hands move to the straps on your shoulders and he pulls back from his onslaught of quick kisses with a candyland worthy smile.

His eyes visibly dilate and your chest stutters with the breath that gets stuck in your lungs. He drops your bra to your lap, not letting it go too far just yet and he looks back to your eyes.

“Beautiful. Prettiest girl.” His mouth opens another time to speak but he closes it, mullingly.

“What?” you ask, shifting so your shoulders press inwards, unconsciously making yourself smaller in front of him.

He notices the way you change and brings gentle hands to your shoulders, coaxing you to straighten out. He moves in closer, letting the edge of his head press to yours, cheek meeting cheek.

“I just want to say thank you for sharing yourself with me,” he whispers quietly into your ear. “Not just for this, but for everything. I know it's hard,” he continues.

You nod, but you don’t know what else to say. It leaves you choked, throat swelling with emotions again.

Eddie pulls back to see you, not your body, but you and he smiles adoringly.

“I do like this though, I like it a lot.” His smile switches to a smirk and your choke becomes a sputter of laughter.

He kisses your lips, across your cheek, down your jaw. He kisses your collar bones, up the peaks of your chest and down the crest of each breast. He places a lasting kiss to the center where your ribcage ends and moves back up.

He lavishes you with kisses. Gentle, sweet, appreciative, and when you promise it’s enough for you to feel his purified adoration until next time, he helps you redress, but not without substantial kisses to your lips.

Eddie Munson hasn’t shown you any of his writing yet, but you trust he has perfected the art form because the way he looks at you is with the gaze of a man who’s dedicating more words to you than you’ve ever read, more words than you’ll ever know.

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[bifuriouswaterbender]

By half, Steve was breathing hard. He chugged his water faster than he probably should have, wiping away the excess from his chin.

Tommy bumped his shoulder. “We’re getting murdered out there.”

Steve winced. “Hey, let’s focus on the positives.”

“I’ll give you a positive,” Billy growled. “There’s only another half left of this shit show.” He whirled on Jason. “Why the fuck didn’t you pass to me just now? I could have gotten one in right at the end to close the gap!”

He stepped forward, already primed to shove Jason, so Steve moved fast, pulling the kid away from Billy’s range before he got the chance.

“They were guarding you too hot,” Steve answered for the junior, and Jason shot him a grateful look as Billy turned his glare on their captain.

He cracked his knuckles, then glanced to the side toward Patrick.

Not on Steve’s fucking watch.

“How about instead of poisoning team moral, you get your act together?” Steve hissed, getting in his face. At least this way, if he punched someone, it would be Steve. “Because if you start a fight, I will tell Coach, and your ass will spend the second half on the bench.”

Billy’s expression was downright murderous, but he stepped back.

“Huddle up,” Steve ordered. He got a few groans, but everyone came together. “We had some bad moments out there. People aren’t communicating. They’re not sharing the ball. They’re not looking before they throw. We are better than this. We’ve proved it in practice. Now it’s time to prove it in a game.”

He took a deep breath. “Frankly, I don’t care if we win.” He paused for effect. “That’s a lie. I really want this damn win.”

Several players let out a round of laughter, which Steve had been hoping for. Cutting the tension was good.

“But more important than a win, I want a better half. We’re down ten. Lets make it zero. Make it better than zero. Got it?”

Around the circle, people nodded and murmured their agreement. Even Billy gave a noncommittal shrug of understanding.

“Great. Then lets have a better half. Tigers on three!”

With the team running back out around them, Steve felt a spark of hope. They hadn’t started well, but they could get better. It had potential.

In the end, Steve couldn’t be mad. They didn’t win, but they made progress.

Billy only fouled once. Andy made both his free throws. Patrick only let his player get widely away from him once. Jason didn’t try for a single wild shot he wouldn’t make anyway. And they ended the game only down two.

It wasn’t the best a first game could go, but they had a damn good second half. Steve would take it.

A snippet from my upcoming He's All That steddie au. Steve deserves some moments to shine of his own merit.

[fortheloveofbuddie]

WIP Wednesday Thursday

Tagged by some amazing people @wikiangela @jesuisici33 @thewolvesof1998 @disasterbuckdiaz and @forthewolves 🫶🏻

Thank you so much for tagging me in your works, I love to read them and to see your creative minds. I’ve been busy with my exam but now I’m off for almost a week so I’m aiming to get some writing in and to hopefully get to the plot twist of the omegaverse office romance fic 🥹

Here’s a little raw snippet while you wait 👀

Buck pulls his legs back up under his body, allowing his entire body weight to rest again Eddie’s and he smiles shyly at the glass in his hand before he puts it down on the table.

“I’m glad that you broke up with Russell” Eddie suddenly says and puts his glass down too, unwrapping his arm from Buck for a mere second but it quickly makes its way back.

“Why?” Buck questions, not prepared for where this is going. He shifts under Eddie’s gaze and fiddles with the hem of his own shirt, not really knowing what to do.

“Because then I feel less bad for doing this” Eddie says before he leans down, connecting his lips with Buck’s, unable to stop himself any longer.

Eddie’s lips are soft, warm and taste a little bit like the whiskey that he’s been drinking. Buck hates whiskey but finds himself loving the taste of it against his lips, because it means that Eddie has finally found out what it is that he wants. And the kiss takes Buck by surprise, his brain working on overdrive for a brief moment before he kisses Eddie back.

A kiss that’s filled with desperation and anticipation, both of them eager to feel each other like this, to taste each other and to know that they weren’t alone in feeling love in this way for one another.

Eventually Buck pulls away and stands up in a quick movement, Eddie still sat in front of him with hands that are reaching out to touch him again.

“What are you doing? What are we doing?” Buck breathes out, still not able to comprehend what just happened. Eddie follows Buck’s lead and stands up too, his hands finding Buck’s hips in a careful movement, searching his eyes for a protest which never comes.

The two of them stand completely frozen in their places, not able to move for a while and it leaves Eddie impatient. Now he’s gotten a taste of Buck’s lips and there’s no way that he’s going to let someone else do what he just did. It feels like a cliché but he’s already addicted to the idea of kissing Buck again. And again. And again. To leave marks on his skin, to have his scent all over him, to make sure that no one else touches Buck again. No one but him. Because Buck was always meant to be his.

After a while of just looking at each other, Eddie leans in once more and kisses Buck once more, this time longer and deeper than before, feeling Buck’s lips part, allowing him to taste the tip of his tongue.

Then it happens again. Buck pulls away from him and this time, he puts his hands on his chest to make sure that there’s some distance between them as he searches his eyes for answers.

“I just-… you’re so damn beautiful, Buck. I shouldn’t have wait this long to do this. It’s been torture to watch someone else touch you in ways that I’ve wanted to for so long. You’ve got a hold of me, of my heart. And I-…I want you to be mine” The words out of Eddie’s mouth sound surreal yet Buck believes every single one of them. How could he not when Eddie has just proved it to him?

Yet the words still leaves Buck in bewilderment and confusion as he tries to find a way to reply, to find the right words to express how he feels about Eddie. The look in Eddie’s eyes is a clear mix of nervousness and affection, those deep brown eyes looking so damn longingly at him that it makes him feel all shy again.

“Why-... why now, Eddie? You’ve had plenty of chances to tell me this before. Why didn’t you?” Buck questions and Eddie looks down at the ground, biting his lip harshly, clearly not able to make sense of it all. It’s not exactly typical alpha behavior, to divert his gaze from the person that he’s talking to but it also goes to show just how much he trusts Buck, how he allows himself to be vulnerable.

“I didn’t know how. Or when. And I didn’t want to lose you. The world would break if I did” Eddie chuckles but his words are laced with sincerity and worry.

“You won’t. I promise” Buck’s voice is barely a whisper as he wraps his arms around the back of Eddie’s neck.

Tagging!! @jeeyuns @watchyourbuck @giddyupbuck @honestlydarkprincess @butraura @theotherbuckley @daffi-990 @eddiediaztho @wildlife4life @whosoldherout @excuseme-greentea 🫶🏻 (don’t know if any of you did this but anyway lol)

[imaginedreamwrite]

I can see hr reader and Steve both being huge stationary nerds. Like ohhh look at that notepad with a little kitty or at this really cool fountain pen. Do they ever get each other stationary as a little surprise?

He doesn’t bother knocking, none of them do and that’s just another small tick on the docket of things that annoy you. Though the annoyance feels more akin to playful banter and endearing flirtation, you still find the occasion to sigh as if its some great weight upon your shoulders.

And still, your annoyance is quick to fade.

Its easy to find yourself replacing annoyance with mystification for both Steve & Bucky, especially when they decide to bat their blue-green and blue eyes at you. The way these men are so chaotic and deadly in their every day lives when they depart on missions, dealing with fates worse than death more often than not, they’ve still managed to hang onto that boyish charisma and charm.

And still…still you know that they’re a complex and boyish charm is one of the many layers of their being, just as their tendency to be dominating men in bed. While you’d only seen snippets of their dominative tendencies with a secure and sturdy hand on your hip in the elevator and a stern voice when you’d verbally pushed them, you knew that submission and teasing had gone hand in hand.

Dominative but soft.

“You come at the worst times.” Your voice of indignation was raised before Steve could get a single word out and then he had cocked an eyebrow, the corner of his lips twitching as he feigned a smirk.

“I have a gift, doll.” Steve stepped toward the desk and set the box down upon the wood, his eyes concentrated solely on you while you squirmed in your seat.

Gone was the uniform, the shield and the cowl. It was replaced with a pair of dark wash straight leg jeans and a plain white shirt that was coiled tightly against his broad shoulders and powerful chest. He was an enigma of a man, so many complex layers woven within himself and Bucky. Both beautiful. Both immeasurably bulky and large.

“A gift? You didn’t need to get me anything.” Your protest contradicts your motion of movement as you lean forward and grab the box, tugging at the silky ribbon that’s tied around the lid of the box and the girth.

The ties fall and you drag them out from under the box, tucking them to the side while Steve watches you. After the lid comes off you’re able to see the stationary set that’s safely tucked inside allowing you to gaze at the hand-drawn flowers and fauna on the edges and sides a delicate detail that was making it hard for you to catch your breath.

“Steve this is…” you hesitated on saying too much and not necessary, instead you kept your tongue and simply smiled warmly. “Thank you.”

“For your journal.” He states the fact, another poignant claim that steals your breath again, and you feel your guard slipping to an all new low.

“You know I journal?” The thick stack of paper is set to your right, hands quickly picking out every new gifted piece of this set, until the box is empty.

“We know more about you than you think.” Steve leans in and turns one of two fountain pen closer toward you and then raises his hand to brush a piece of hair off your cheek. “Don’t forget to say thank you, doll.”

Its the way he speaks that hails in a part of his dominative personality, the urgency to thank him for the gift is both a soft command and a warning that he won’t leave until you do. You’re taken for a moment, your breath hitched in your throat until you get control of your mind and lick your lips, a subtle chance to further gather your thoughts.

“Yes, of course.” Your mind wanders, it wavers and then you speak softly and gratefully. “This is beautiful, thank you Steve.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” Sexual tension crackles in the air, it threatens to bubble over as he starts to recoil and stand to his full height, garnering your attention and wide eyed gaze to take in his full stature. “You be a good girl this weekend.”

You e almost forgotten that you’re going to a bachelorette party in Vegas, the trip almost completely slipping your mind until Steve mentions it. And as he mentions the command to be a good girl your stomach flutters and your thighs shake.

“I will.” You relay in return, watching him as he moves toward the door and stands halfway in your office and halfway out.

“I know,” Steve calls over his shoulder, blue-green eyes alight with desire, “you’re always our good girl.”

[seriouslysam8]

So, I was reminded by @kenziekarls86 that I started posting Brumous exactly one year ago today, which seems fucking crazy that I've been writing this for so long.

45 chapters

543,000 words

And just a whole lot of fun

To celebrate, I decided to share a snippet of the Marlene POV one-shot since you guys have been all about Blackinnon lately. This snippet is unedited.

Right Where You Left Me

It was like life had been breathed back into Marlene McKinnon for the first time in fifteen years. She felt alive again as a force deep within her awakened. 

Nails dug into her cheeks, sharp enough to let her know she hadn’t slipped into a nightmare. Fear bubbled in the pit of her stomach, familiar and unwanted. Her chest heaved, every single muscle in her body tensing. 

"Marly and I need to have a little chat about how naughty she's been lately,” Bellatrix cruel voice rang in her ears. 

Marly. 

Marly. 

Marly. 

He was the only one who called her Marly.

A wave of longing coursed through her veins. His low rumble. The smell of leather. Calloused hands cupping her face. His hot breath tickling her neck.

Every single bad thought she had ever had about Sirius Black slipped from her mind. She mentally screamed for him, just like she had all those years ago. She wanted him to save her like some tragic damsel in one of those Muggle movies she had watched with Lily, Dorcas, and Mary. She wanted - no needed him in a primal fashion. She needed his touch, his security, and for him to lose his ever-loving mind because someone dared to touch her. 

He had always been possessive over the ones he loved. Sirius would torture, maim, and kill for those he loved without blinking an eyelid. 

A wand shoved under her chin, forcing her head back. Wetness seeped down her face, her gaze focused on the sky. Bright and cloudless. A serene blue. But Marlene didn’t see the sun. She only saw stars. 

“I talk to stars sometimes,” Sirius’ voice echoed in her head, a conversation had long ago when they were still young and dumb. “I know that’s mental.”

“I think we do what we need to in order to survive,” Marlene heard her own voice, her voice sounding as through it were coming through a water-logged wireless. 

A sob rang in the air. Or maybe just in her head. She couldn’t tell if it was her sobbing in the present or if it was a memory rising to the forefront of her mind. 

Bellatrix hissed in her ear, a string of nonsensical syllables. But all Marlene saw was Sirius. All she could concentrate on was his face that flashed across her eyelids every time she blinked. She could picture his mischievous grin, the way sarcasm rolled off his tongue. 

“I’m not boyfriend material, McKinnon. You’d be better off dating the Giant Squid,” Sirius had warned her, taking a long drag of his cigarette. 

“I think dating the Giant Squid may be a tad bit illegal,” Marlene had replied.

Sirius’ bark-like laugh was like music to her ears. 

“I think I’d rather take my chances with you,” her voice echoed in her head. 

Marlene tried not to drown, to be pulled under so deep that she couldn’t breathe. Her eyes fluttered and she saw James. A whimper sounded in her throat. If James was here, then Sirius wasn’t far behind. 

“I’m going to enjoy killing your godson,” Bellatrix hissed, a maniacal cackle on the tip of her tongue. 

Ice washed over Marlene’s body. It wasn’t James just across the lane. It was Harry. 

Before she could do anything with that realization, everything went black. 

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

[ injury ] a careful kiss on a partner's wound to make it all better - for Rory & Price :3

Thank you Mari!! Love getting the chance to write these two as an established relationship (the way I'm eyeing the actual mw games timeline and wanting to write it but this damn prequel has to be finished first lol)

Just a quick little snippet (i took some liberties with it being a wound, it's a scar instead):

Her fingers trailed over the fresh taut, pink skin of the scar that ran along his shoulder. Her brows furrowing at the sight of yet more scars added to the list of those that already scattered his skin. For all the years he'd been a soldier and all the scars he'd collected, she'd committed every single one to memory. Rory knew where each one began and ended, could tell how deep the wound had been, and guessed how long it had taken to heal. 

But this one, this one was fresh.

“What are you looking at, love?” John peered up at her as he lay back against the pillows, his forehead creasing as he lifted his brow. Brushing his hand through his hair, feeling the sudden tension of being scrutinized by those hazel eyes of hers.

“This scar wasn't here before.” She traced the edge of it, gentle upon the sensitive flesh that pulled at the freckled skin around it, leaving it puckered. 

“‘Course it was.”

Her gaze snapped up to meet him, her mouth drawn in a straight line. She wasn't falling for it. “John, I've seen every single scar on your body, I would know when there's a new one I haven't seen before.”

He sighed, placing his hand on top of hers. “It's part of the job, you know that.”

“Doesn't mean I worry any less.” She stroked his jaw softly with her other hand. “I do happen to want you to come back to me in one piece when I’m not there to watch your back.” Leaning down her lips brushed against his as her choppy waves of hair fell into her face, looking at him eye to eye.  “Am I going to have to teach your lads how to properly cover your six?”

“I’m sure you could whip ‘em into shape,” he chuckled, his trademark smirk curling his mouth. 

She shook her head, huffing out a laugh as she rolled her eyes at that damn grin of his and the twinkle in his eyes, and then placed her lips upon the scar, peppering the surrounding area with tender kisses, applying as little pressure to it as possible. 

His muscles flexed under her, goosebumps raising across his skin in a wave as her warm breath fanned against him. “You ever think maybe you should have been a nurse instead? You’ve got one hell of a bedside manner.”

“And you are a bloody pillock,” she said before kissing his mouth, smiling against his lips.

[millepara]

himitsu no aipri episode 1 (a week late)

it's been so long since I've written about a priseries (or any other idol) show... I'm realizing that I legit didn't think I'd ever get the chance again. I got tired of doing it before because I felt like I was either complaining too much (planet) or just happy abt everything that was happening (primagi) and thus had nothing interesting to say either way, but ever since watching aipri on sunday I've been looking forward to this... I think I'm just happy about new idol anime content after such a long drought tbh but it's something good that aipri has already brought us, no matter what you or I think of anything else about it.

I missed the first 5 minutes bc I was reading bad fanfiction in bed to wake up (nigh daily routine) and totally forgot abt aipri... then I did remember and had to sprint to my computer, but the stream kept stopping so I missed some critical stuff throughout. I liked the ep okay, but maybe actually seeing all of it will improve it?

ohhh ok it starts off with those cute lemon coords in the op. actually this does help, those coords are easily my favs that I've seen in aipri so far. esp Mitsuki's blue one is sooo cute... I am saying this as a person that buys every single blue gingham item of clothing I come across though haha. I will say that the coord & dance totally don't match the sort of sweeping fairytale (just mistyped that as dairytale. hm) majesty that the bgm and voiceover is going for, but...

oh, I didn't know that Mitsuki had a snippet of performance in here. I've seen it in gameplay videos already, I like it ok---wow, it's already over.

the way Mitsuki is pausing for her viewers to answer is just like shows for preschoolers... they're really going after that age group, huh. (do actual streamers do stuff like that....?)

oh, I already saw Himari get a call from her sister. looks like I only missed 1 minute.

that is the ugliest anime dog I've ever seen, hands down, but Hiiro is cute. I'm sure she's well on her way to being the Non or whoever the prichan little sister was of aipri, in terms of popularity.

I do think it is very, very interesting that in this pretty series anime which is aimed at perhaps the youngest audience yet, they have put the mc in a dorm, away from her family. weird. actually I am for the first time realizing exactly how many anime have schools with dorms. you'd think japan is overflowing w boarding schools but idk of a single one lmao...

Mitsuki: it sure was the right decision to move into the dorm!

Himari: (completely ignores her statement to bring up aipri)

Himari's look out of aipri is really cute, I've finally decided. it's a shame that her twintails as an aipri are such a weird shape??? why do they curve up on the outside like that, all I can see is a large intestine when I look at them...... :(

the first time I watched this my internet cut out just as Mitsuki's face was approaching Himari's. I knew what she was doing bc of the comic in the aipri fanbook, but still it was like, oh! looks like it's gonna be another totally straight pretty series show!

oh man, the op. the song itself is cute and catchy, but this vtuber's voice is just too much, and it gets more too much as the song goes on. I get the appeal of her being a "real-life aipri", and presumably she's popular so her fans might be drawn to watch, but I hope she doesn't sing the next op too..... oh you know what would be kind of cool is if every op was sung by a different vtuber. that way if one sucked we wouldn't have to hear them again, and they'd showcase a lot of different people.

Meganee is especially exceptionally cute in her op cameo!!!

oh. A Crush. let it be insignificant 🙏 but if they become idol princesses too I'll allow it.

I like Chii's voice a lot, and her passion regarding aipri, but on the list of things I'm finding myself saying "oh. shame :( " about is her unfortunate hairstyle. also speaking of things that remind me of other things, her name Chii Mamiya sounds like "chi mamire" (blood-soaked) or "chi mame" (blood blister). surely I am not the only Japanese understander who hears this.

Yusa Kouji-sensei has by far my fav character design in this show. he is officially my favorite aipri.

wow, it's the classic post-covid tv broadcast opening ceremony... a chillingly real element in this fantasy rich kid school. irl this is the first year since covid we've had in-person opening ceremonies in many schools, it's a shame they don't get to at paradise academy yet lmao

I'm not even going to touch this whole welcome speech. I'm just going to slowly back away and pretend like I didn't see anything.

I love the aikatsu-level background character design in this classroom!! bicolor twintails is cute.

I wonder if these elementary schoolers are relevant or are just there to show how many people are watching Himari.

lmao despite what I said about Chii I think we were sharing the same braincell when she said "Her Victoria levels are out of control!!" they totally are!!

am I misunderstanding this or did Victoria not ban aipri? didn't she say "in moderation" only...? this is literally the same kind of thing schools say irl abt cutting down on screen time. just more dramatic.

so the elementary kid is relevant. Yuma... will he be an aipri too? if not, why would he even exist?

I didn't catch the first time around that this bracelet was the one uh, Candy Motif was fiddling with in the student council meeting. where'd she get it from?

this is the least amount of love I've ever seen put into a commercial break eyecatch.

are the aimus... cute? I can't see it...

it's very funny that the lipstick immediately disappears when they go 3d. they knew it looks bad, and they've still gotta cram it in there for that single second to sell toys.

this cgi. I think everyone's said it so far, but it's really not the best... I think I might like the game's graphics a little better, even. I do like seeing the coords lit up at least.

P.O.P.P.Y is a cute enough song. it's just barely on the listenable side of the line for me, but I do think it's a great match for what aipri is going for. also that is definitely a dance that was made for preschoolers to imitate.

buzzalyume... idk if anyone is aware or not, but buzz is a word that's in really common use regarding social media in japan atm. like you would say "that's buzzing" (literally I mean, figuratively it's more like "that's all the buzz" like the english use of the word) about something that's all over your timeline or whatever. so it's not totally out of left field for them to choose that word in particular, but it doesn't mean that it sounds any less forced, that's for sure!!

Bear Bear Bear's voice is cute.

I don't like these emoji reactions all over the screen. not cute.

the ed is cute.

...finally, I watched it all. whew. I have to say, I was not wowed by it! but it was fine. it's far better than having no pretty series at all. I keep thinking "I'll put off my opinion till I know more about it" about aipri and I'm tempted to say it again now--in this episode we barely met the main two characters in favor of worldbuilding. it kind of makes sense as the first ep of a little kid show, but will the rest of the show stay at this same level of character depth? it's way too early to say. but for me, that's what'll determine how much I like it.