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champagnetommy · 5 months ago
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Buck, drunk with Karen in the living room:
“Do you think parallel universes actually exist?”
Karen tilts her head, squinting through the haze of wine and tequila. The motion makes her dizzy. The combination was not one of their best moments. She thinks Buck probably isn’t asking her about string theory and the multiverse, though. Not today at least.
She hums. “What’s this about?”
“S’nice is all,” he mumbles, head perched on his hands against the coffee table top.
“What is?”
“To think. That there’s a universe o- or universes where Tommy and I are together.” His voice grows small, quiet.
It breaks Karen’s heart.
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sinsdaycorp · 6 months ago
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“So,” Gomez started, a grin on his face as he stared at Enid and Wednesday expectantly.
“What, father?” Wednesday frowned.
“How did you ask her out?” He asked, hoping his daughter took after his inclination towards big romantic gestures.
Enid giggled, her cheeks tinting.
“Enid offered to kiss Cheeto dust off of my lips when I said I didn’t like the taste after trying one of the cheese ones, then she kissed me and handed me a hot Cheeto instead.”
Pugsley cackled at his sisters gayness.
Enid smiled nervously as Gomez chuckled deeply and pulled Enid into a tight hug, lifting her off the ground, despite Wednesdays fingers still tightly threaded in her hand.
“Truthfully,” Enid started as she was set back down. “She asked for a tissue and I was too lazy to move and actually go get one, I didn’t expect her to shrug and say sure, but I’m glad she did.” Enid turned her head, pressing a kiss to Wednesdays cheek as the goth silently glared at her brother who was still laughing, although now silently once he caught her gaze.
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livelaughlovetoread · 6 months ago
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An Early Christmas Surprise || G || 0.6K
A Jily Micro Fic @jilymicrofics
Sirius, Remus, and Peter were standing outside their dorm room, all scared to enter as the one word made them all freeze. " - Pregnant," said Lily. "What..." said James in a confused tone. "Pregnant!" exclaimed Lily. "But how?" asked James. Sirus gave Remus a look, and they all knew how. Those two go at it like rabbits, it's honestly not surprising this happened. It seemed like Christmas came a little early. "I think you know how, Potter," replied Lily in an exasperated tone. "I... I mean, but when?" "By my estimate, it was around Sirius' birthday." Now that made sense to Sirius, they'd all gone roaring drunk and neither of those two were seen until the early hours of the next morning.
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lilolilyr · 14 days ago
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A little drabble for today's prompt for the May Trope Mayhem event by @duckprintspress!
alt. title: watched you from afar - knew you all along
cross-posted to Ao3
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Myka loves Helena from afar, sees her with other people, enjoys hearing her laugh so beautiful and clear, wishing it was directed at her yet never daring to approach…
She gains a pen friend in an author of science fiction she wrote a letter to once, complimenting her writing.
An easy friendship grows between the two women, but never moves away from the written word, they never meet in person, don't even know each other's true names.
Finally, her penpal asks to meet and Myka agrees.
She is shocked to find Helena waiting for her - shocked, but also quite pleased.
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More Warehouse 13 • tumblr web link • Ao3
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asmaradianya · 6 months ago
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jackets n jealousy.
Sakura x Suo
Canon verse, Jealousy
.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── ★ ─── ˎˊ˗‧₊˚. .˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── ★ ─── ˎˊ˗‧₊˚. .˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── ★ ─── ˎˊ˗‧₊˚.
"Togame-san, is this really okay?"
Sakura never really gets jealous. He thinks it's stupid.
He doesn't get jealous seeing Suo being all friendly with other guys in their class. He doesn't get jealous when Suo helps out Nirei with training menu, or when Suo does a sparring session with Kaji, or even when Suo helps around in Umemiya's garden and laughs along with Umemiya's jokes. No, Sakura doesn't understand why he should be jealous at all.
At least, until now.
"Togame-san, is it okay if I give this back next week?"
"it's fine. it's just a spare jacket so don't worry about it."
Sakura sulks in the corner.
Well, at least it's just a spare jacket and not actually Togame's jacket that Suo is wearing right now. But still.
On their way to Shishitoren basecamp, a car passed by them and splashed some dirty water from the puddle on the road on Suo's white changsan. Sakura had offered to lend his jacket, but Suo declined it, saying that he didn't want Sakura to catch a cold.
But then Togame took one look at Suo's dirtied changsan and offered him a Shishitoren jacket. Suo easily accepted. it. It somehow pisses Sakura off greatly.
"Are you angry?"
No answer.
"Are you angry at me?"
Again, Sakura refuses to give his boyfriend an answer. He's still majorly pissed off at Suo.
"Is it because I'm wearing Shishitoren's jacket?"
A pause.
Then, Sakura glances at the bright orange jacket that Suo is wearing. It doesn't suit Suo, he thinks.
"Take it off. Switch it with mine."
"Um, what?"
"Take that jacket off! Swap it with my Furin jacket. That way we both won't catch a cold. It's fair, right?" Sakura tries to explain even though he does it grumpily.
It takes him aback when Suo chuckles.
"Ah, I get it. So, you're jealous, huh?"
"I-I am not—"
"You don't usually act possessive like this. But I can't say that I hate it. No, actually, it's cute. Haha. Please get jealous more often."
Sakura is pretty flustered. But at least now Suo is no longer wearing that ugly orange jacket. Suo is wearing his jacket. His. Jacket.
...Alright, maybe he's a bit more possessive than he'd thought.
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more-things-in-heaven-hell · 3 months ago
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—- A new friend ; prefall Drabble
Prefall Drabble
Not many know How exactly Samuel and Monty met .. not many gave much thought to the reason a snake became a halo— perhaps they should have ;
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The Garden was new bits of it still unfinished and stretching out into the vastness protected by the light that shielded against the encroaching darkness that depending on the time of times , was either right up against it or pulled back .
And exploring the edge of this garden away from the watchful stares of those older then them, was one young Fledgling Seraphim , following the deep roots of a new plant called trees , he walked along the grass eyed seeing deep into the ground entranced by the connecting roots and lines and stems , Samuel would have ran along the edge like that unbothered , however he had noticed something strange, it was faint but it was there, a inky whispy line of black and red attaching its self to the underground root.
Samuel blinked and looked up noticing a strange black sapling , it looked weak and sickly .. maybe it needed help?
He couldn’t use all his powers yet but he could try .
Small sparks of light flickered from his hands like mini fireworks , he held it over the sapling … it seemed to grow stronger for a second glowing before the blackness took over it again but it looked a little healthier then before .
“•Hello, -Hello,”• a voice seemed to echo from the sapling and root drawing Samuel away from it , towards the wall of light, ever curious the fledgling made their way towards the voice. “Hello?.. who are you?… where are you?”
“•Not far not far, come come little bird little bird•” the whispered through the blacken root, always echoing and reverberating.
Samuel should have ran.. should have told someone , but no one was here, just him, and he didn’t want to get in trouble for running off again. What if it was a friend ? His first friend ! With a little flick of his tail he followed the voice .
He was led to the very edge of the garden , here was just vast whiteness with a oozing blackness kept at bay, small inky whisps of it leaking through what looked like a very small crack.
The blackness swirled and danced like a wave against the light wall, mesmerizing and haunting .
Samuel was enthralled golden eyes watching its every movement . “Hello?.. my names Samuel! What’s yours ?”
“• Hello little bird little bird , no, no, little star little star; I am I am , myself myself •” the voice was stronger here still muffled through .
It sounded friendly enough, Samuel placed his hand against the light wall, the warmth of it reverberating against his palm— WHACK.
The blackness slammed against the wall where his hand was scrambling scrabbling against it in vain.
The little Angel shied away eyes wide pulling his hand back.
“•Can’t reach you can’t reach you , can’t touch you can’t touch you.. little star, little star come to me , come to me•”
“I-iM not allowed out there ..it’s dangerous .. are you stuck out there?? I-I can get help—“ if anything he could run away from this thing .
And yet something kept him rooted to the spot , he wasn’t sure what it was. A curiosity ? A need to help? fear ?
“•do not run , do not run, You are , you are , the one stuck, the one stuck, do not, do not, tell the others, tell the others, we are, we are, Special friends , special friends•” the roots under the ground were rising slowly through the ground , the inky blackness reaching for the golden angel .
“But I can help you it’s not safe over there—“
“•Be not afraid , be not afraid , you, you, already have , already have, I , I felt your , felt your, little light, little light, I feasted i feasted , tell me, tell me, will there be, will there be, more as you grow ? More as you grow?•”
This strange being had a funny way of talking , but Samuel found it interesting , he was starting to find this whole thing interesting . He’s never had a special friend before .
“Um well my brothers always say that my powers will get easier to use once I get older so I think so, but I’m glad I was able to help you.. are you sure you don’t want to come inside ?” Maybe he could dig at the ground to help those roots get stronger .
“• then I shall wait , then I shall wait, to feast , to feast, I can not, I can not , come inside come inside , not yet , not yet , but , but , I can , I can, give you , give you, a gift , a gift, Samuel, Samuel, my little star, my little star•”
The roots that were slowly rising had reached their target, wrapping around the young ones calves and sliding over his fur and skin higher and higher— Samuel fluttered his wings in surprise as he felt something slither around his body , a shiver of discomfort running down his spine, he didn’t like this but he couldn’t voice why or even understand why he didn’t like it— suddenly a small head poked out of the collar of his robes an wedge shaped orange head , with large beady orange eyes , a forked tongue flicked in and out of its maw , as it kept sliding around his shoulders and settled around his neck.
“What— what are you?” He asked his discomfort forgotten as curiosity at the strange new thing came over , he giggled as he held his arm out the long worm shaped being slithered around it .
“•a special , a special, friend friend , a secret , a secret friend, friend, a gift , a gift , from me, from me, to you, to you, give it, give it , a name , a name , it will, it will, be with you, be with you, always, always ,when I , when I , can’t be, can’t be•” the little Angel would need them in time for now they would make sure they could be trusted .
Samuel looked down at the smooth scales and beautiful color , and the S shape it seemed to make like a stream .. a winding stream a creeping stream. “.. serpent.. a serpent!. Mmhm snake that’s what you are.. I guess you’ll need a name name though .. “ he thought for a moment .
“Monty!”
Monty hissed and slithered back up his arm and around his neck nuzzling his head against his cheek.
•Monty is a good name• it spoke softly and slowly as of trying to get the hang of communicating for the first time .
“Woah!” He never met a creature that could talk back to him. He looked back to see his shadowy friend but it was gone … Just the vast Emptiness.
“Come on Monty you’re gonna be my first friend ! “ Samuel got up from the spot he was kneeling down at , the black roots slowly falling away from him and sinking back into the garden .
The sapling producing its first flower as he walked past .
No one really questioned where the snake came from , just wrote it off as one of Samuel’s weird ideas even more so when more of them started to appear in the garden .
No one really noticed the black sapling growing in the edge of the garden either .
Not until it started to bare fruit.
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whumpsoda · 1 year ago
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I bet Adrastus wakes Malak up w soft murmurs in their own native language as they stroke his eyes, hair, and cheek
Darius simply snaps and Nevan is up
WOHEO Masterlist cw: hypnosis, pet whump, servant whump
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“Mmmnn…” Malak hummed lightly, the brush of fingers frolicking through his curls stirring him from heavy, weightful sleep. Curling into the embrace of stuffed toys and blankets that scattered his body, his cheek deepened it’s succumb into his cloud soft bed.
His master, with care and delicacy, crawled beside him, hands trailing over the cusps of his plump skin. “Wakey, wakey, love.” They whispered, lips nearly kissing his ear, spreading over with the warmth of their breath.
“Mmmngh… mmm…” he groaned, shifting further to drowsy comfortability, rather than their call of consciousness.
Adrastus giggled, sweet and soft, a song that swept through his open ears. “So silly, you. Sleepy boy. Sleepy, sleepy… alas, we must awaken for the night. A pity, really.” They circled his cheek, touch following to a path down to his belly. 
“Nngh…” He flopped over and onto his back, allowing them full range to rub the flesh of his plush stomach. They slithered around him, smile kind and entrancing. Drool beads dribbled from the corners of his upturning lips as he snuggled into them.
“You mustn’t truly get up just yet, baby. Just allow your little mind to unfold from sleep.” They murmured, settling their head atop his own, and nuzzling against his cheek, only eliciting more quiet purrs out from his lips.
For what felt like an eternity they whispered supple, magical mumbles through one ear and out the other, honeydew coos that graced his mind with cotton candy clouds. Malak wished he would never have to get up, and his master would just allow him to simmer in bliss for a lifetime. 
Really, they did.
Only one single chime of an- his-  insistent, ringing bell was needed to stir Nevan’s mind from drooping unconsciousness in that of an instant, ripping him quick out of slumber. Breath hitching, he lifted from the cushion that was his bed, frame swaying with drowsy dizziness as he neatly clasped his palms together. Master, master, master, his mind shrieked, obeying dutifully to the call of the bell.
“Up.” His master commanded, towering below the doorway, an elegantly green robe tied perfectly around his slender waist.
Nevan blinked slowly, adjusting to the world around him. Admittedly he should’ve been immediately up and ready to go, should have been much used to the repetition of their morning routine. “Sure, um, Mas… ter…” he stumbled, wiping at his eyes and yawning with casualty as he shifted to kneeling.
Frown firming, Darius grimaced with tense disapproval. “Again.”
“Yes, Master.” The words rolled right from the thrall’s swift tongue, no hesitancy blocking the way of his speech. Nevan made a beeline to his feet, resuming his expected position. 
He couldn’t believe he had been so insolent. So unforgivably and disgustingly disrespectful. Toward his master, no less. Yawning? Sure? His master even had to wake him up himself!
For the rest of morning chores, bouncing about his brain Nevan chastised himself for making such an idiotic mistake. He hoped his master could find it in his heart to grant him undeserved forgiveness, but he knew a punishment would be awaiting him.
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xunandran · 11 months ago
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Nobody Knows
A Buddie Drabble (100 words)
Prompt: Secretly Married
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“You forgot this.” 
Buck grins, a little embarrassed as Eddie tosses his helmet. It’s okay though. They’re coworkers. Everyone knows they look out for each other. 
“Hold still.”
Buck smiles as Eddie adjusts his clips and knots. They’re partners. Everyone knows a burning building is all in a day’s work. 
“Good Work out there!”
Buck beams as Eddie shoulders him on his way to the showers. They’re friends. Everyone knows Eddie builds him up. 
“I love you.”
Buck blushes as Eddie slips the ring back on his finger. They’re husbands. Everyone’s already gone, but eventually, they’ll know this as well.
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@buddiedrabbles - Thanks for the prompt!
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hoffstrap-yuri · 1 year ago
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Okay okay uhh writing prompts!! as a 3dshipping fan (but u know no pressure)
Holding hands - 42
Hugs - 16
Kisses - 56
Holding hands 42- dragging the other with them, holding their hand
Hugs 16- 'not wanting to let go' hugs
Kisses 56- angry kisses Of course, hope you enjoy!!
--- Hoffman hissed as the puke green light filled the space of the bathroom. He knew who would be perched in the doorway, waiting for his repentance. He didn’t say anything as the silhouette moved to turn the painful fluorescent lights on, his eyes had barely adjusted to the hall light. He snapped his eyelids shut before opening them again, watching as the other man paced across the room.
“My, you look famished.”
“Fuck you.” The man chained to the wall said. Or at least tried to say. It was supposed to come off confident but with the limited amount of water the doctor was giving him, Mark’s voice was hoarse. Just enough to keep him alive if he didn’t drink it all at once. Not enough to comfortably satisfy his thirst. Most of the time, Lawrence was careful enough to make sure not to get to close to Hoffman. He had learned the hard way that the man was still bitter, even though this was just a natural consequence of disobeying their master’s command. Mark lashed out like a wounded dog, and Lawrence had reigned him back in like the good disciple that he was.
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The first time he had walked in after chaining Hoffman up the man feigned pity. Not that Lawrence bought it, but he got close enough to Hoffman that the former detective snatched the cane bitterly and sent the other apprentice down to the floor. His hand clasped onto Lawrence’s and dragged the man away from his mobility aid.
“This how that pathetic little guy felt as you held him in his arms?” Hoffman’s eyes were filled with anger, but Lawrence’s filled with rage. How dare Mark speak about Adam like he knew him. Without thinking, Lawrence’s hand jerked and connected with Hoffman’s head, shoving it into the white tiles stained by a decade’s worth of blood. The fresh blood from Mark’s head spilled beautifully into the grout as Lawrence used his disoriented state to his advantage, turning around and grabbing his cane from across the room. That was the end of that visit and Lawrence was much more careful now around the last one of John’s chosen.
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“Fuck you.” Mark repeated. His voice shook as he said it. Lawrence seemed satisfied with himself, the giant wall of meat looked as though he might cry. What could be the reason this time, Lawrence wondered to himself. He put the water bowl in front of Mark, sliding it across the floor towards him. The water splashed onto the floor and Mark got onto his knees to lap up what he could from the bowl before more water could displace itself. It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough, but until Lawrence grew a conscious or stopped playing Jigsaw pretend, Mark had to drink what was given and accept it. Lawrence turned away after Hoffman was finished, picking the bowl up after scooting it closer to himself. “Wait.”
“What?”
“Don’t go.” Mark pleaded. His ego had been chipped down to next to nothing so he couldn’t say he really felt shame in asking his captor to indulge in his request for company.
“Why not?”
“I…” His voice broke as he thought of a reason that would satisfy Lawrence. He came up with nothing and resentful tears started streaming down his face. “I need to feel someone.” Lawrence’s head titled to the side as he considered the words Mark laid before him. He had to laugh. He ran a careful fingertip over the parched lips of Hoffman before sliding his thumb over the center of Mark’s cupid’s bow.
“Like that?”
“More…”
“Like… this?” Lawrence paused for a second as his lips hovered over the other’s mouth. He applied on the slightest of pressure at first, but Hoffman seemingly melted at the contact. Hoffman poured what little strength he still had into turning the kisses from something soft and chaste to something more bitter, angry even. He would bit down on the inside of Lawrence’s lip if he didn’t know the other man would mistake it for a sign of aggression but he knew the other apprentice well. Hell he could know it was a sign of aggression and still punish Hoffman for slipping up. Sometimes it felt like he was trapped on his own ice cube trap dealing with Lawrence’s whims. “Who knew you would be such an emotional whore? That all it would take was a kiss from me to keep you under control?”
“Shut up.” Hoffman’s eyes started down at his feet. He knew he shouldn’t have kissed Lawrence and yet there they were. Hoffman’s arms weakly reached out for the soft love handles of Lawrence’s side before resting his hands there.
“I do not have a key, if that is what you are looking for.” Lawrence said completely deadpan. When Mark didn’t start feeling him up he actually wrapped an arm around the former prodigy’s back and held him against his chest. Mark’s face buried into the rather ugly dad cardigan that the doctor was wearing and took in his scent. So sterile. Clean. Like he keep himself separate from his identity as the Jigsaw killer. Something Mark never got. His lips came crash back onto Lawrence’s as he tried to swallow down the rage at John’s injustices. Lawrence returned the contact with not so much as a muscle out of place. Perfection. That’s the doctor’s aim. Lawrence pulled away from the kiss and looked down at his watch.
“I have a patient I need to meet with in thirty minutes.” He remarked callously, “I’ve had more than enough play time.” Mark’s grip on the fabric of Lawrence’s top got tighter. To feel his bulk after months of the cold in the bathroom felt like heaven.
“Don’t leave me…”
Lawrence pried his hands off of Hoffman and turned away. “Maybe if you’re this well behaved next time… well that’s if you can behave.” Lawrence walked away from Hoffman, leaving him in the dark alone once more.
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champagnetommy · 5 months ago
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The sun shines bright and warm on them, as they sit on the porch swing Evan had convinced him to buy before summer. There’s a light airy breeze blowing, wildflowers sway vibrantly as bees flit and buzz all around- the perfect summer day.
But even that mirage doesn’t compare to Evan’s beauty. His eyes are closed, face content and tipped up to the sun, like a sunflower. He even lets out a happy little hum that goes straight to Tommy’s heart. He feels light buzzing beneath his fingertips, with the need to reach out and touch.
Sensing Tommy’s gaze on him, Evan opens his eyes and shoots him a smile, all dazzling and incandescent.
“What, got something on my face?”
Tommy returns the smile fondly and leans in to kiss him, just enough to sip some of that sunshine straight from the source.
“Just me,” he whispers against his lips. “You’re beautiful,” he adds shyly. He sits back to look at him.
A gorgeous blush spreads across already sun-kissed cheeks.
“If I’m beautiful, what does that make you?”
“Hmm,” Tommy pretends to think, “well, your beast, of course.”
“Tommy!” Evan giggles.
“What? It’s what you called me in the hospital, right? Before you mauled me—”
“I did not maul—”
“Uh huh, you kissed me like you were trying to devour me, Evan.” Tommy reaches to grab his hand. “I think you deprived me of oxygen more than the fire,” he grins.
“I’ll show you—”
Tommy cuts him off with another kiss, pulling him closer with a hand to the nape of his head. He feels like he’s floating, like kissing Evan often makes him feel.
But then everything starts feeling less and less solid around and under him. He can’t feel the warmth of Evan’s body beside him, the warmth of the sun.
He struggles to open his eyes.
Evan.
“Mr. Kinard, can you hear me?”
Flashes of harsh fluorescent light fill his vision.
“Mr. Kinard, try to stay calm, you’ve been in an accident, but you’re okay.”
He squeezes his eyes shut, but Evan is gone.
Should have known this was too good to be true, he thinks before he drifts away into unconsciousness once more.
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sinsdaycorp · 3 months ago
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Here’s a Drabble for the Selena X Morgan fandom.
Scrawled out between customers at work.
Beta? I tried.
Fluff. Family time. And the kids refusing to share their Mama ‘Lena with Morgan.
The days that Morgan doesn’t have to work and Selena does? Those days suck. The family spends the whole day waiting for Mama Lena to come home for cuddles and family time.
Morgan put her phone down after confirming Selena’s location for was moving from the station towards the house.
She looked up with a smile as Ava came down the hallway, ready for bed, but wanting to say goodnight to both her mothers first.
“Elliot is reading while he waits,” Ava let Morgan know as she snuggled into the elder blondes side, pulling Morgan’s arm over her shoulder.
“Chloe still asleep?” Morgan asked, rubbing Ava’s arm lightly.
She felt her daughter nod and pressed a kiss to the top of Ava’s head. “Thank you for your help today, I appreciate you.”
Ava lifted her head, smiling up at her mother. “Of course, mum. It’s literally my job to be a good sister and daughter. I’m just trying to do my best.”
Morgan’s eyes watered. “Ava, you don’t have to try to do your best. You are an amazing daughter, and sister. You’re beautiful, inside and out. I’m so proud to call you my daughter.”
Ava sniffled and clung tighter to Morgan, arms tightening as much as possible before she released into a looser hold.
Morgan opened her mouth to speak when headlights lit up the room.
The blondes looked towards the front door as they heard Selena’s car shut off in the driveway.
Ava pushed her mother away quickly, jumping up and launching over the back of the couch in excitement.
“Mama Lena!” She called out as she opened the door before the woman could get close enough. She leapt out the doorway, wrapping her arms around Selena.
“Good evening, Darling One,” Selena said softly, pressing a kiss to the side of Ava’s head as she wrapped her arms around the teen. “How was your day?”
“Was good, Mama,” she said, pulling from the hug and grabbing Selena’s bag and coat from her, taking them inside so Selena’s arms were free.
Ava quickly stepped out of the way as Morgan and Selena gravitated to each other so easily.
Morgan rested her chin on the top of Selena’s head as she embraced the shorter woman.
“Angel, I’m home,” Selena sighed happily from where she’d buried her face into the crook of Morgan’s neck.
Morgan chuckled, dipping her head to kiss the top of Selena’s head before she tucked a hand between them and lifted Selena’s chin, their eyes meeting and calming loving smiles were on their lips.
“Welcome home,” Morgan murmured before leaning down to kiss the other woman.
Ava childishly gagged despite the grin.
“Elliot, Mama’s home.” She called up the hallway to her brother.
The sound of a book thumping and the boys speedy footsteps gave the couple enough time for another quick kiss in greeting before Morgan was forced away as Elliot barreled into Selena’s side for a hug.
The brunette laughed, settling her arms around the boys shoulders.
“What’s the story tonight?” Selena asked him, happily pulled into conversation as he led her through to the kitchen.
As the kids spoke Selena about their day, Morgan reheated the meal she’d set aside for Selena and poured her a glass of wine.
As soon as the meal was set in front of Selena, the glass beside it, Morgan stood behind the woman, rubbing her shoulders and neck while she ate.
There was a lull in the conversation as Selena finished her meal.
Morgan bent down to kiss her head, taking the empty plate. “Would you like something else?”
Selena shook her head, eyes drifting to the siblings as they yawned in unison.
Selena chuckled as she took a sip of her wine, her heart filled with nothing but love for the family that had claimed her as one of them. She didn’t mind one bit.
Morgan returned to Selena’s shoulders, fingers kneading gently into the tense muscles.
Morgan’s phone chimed from the couch, and she glanced in its direction before she looked down at Selena.
“Come on, let’s go relax and put your feet up. It’s been a long day.”
Selena nodded, finishing off the wine and standing. Morgan took the glass, a brow raising in silent question as to if she wanted another.
The brunette shook her head and allowed the kids to drag her to the living room.
“Mama, can you read over my assignment?” Elliot asked, a hopeful look in his eye. “It’s due on Friday, but I wanted to hand it in tomorrow.”
“Of course, have you printed it off?”
He nodded and scampered off to his room to retrieve the homework.
“How about you?” Selena asked Ava as they settled on the couch, her arm slipping over the teens shoulders.
“Handed my final assignment in today. Nothing but exams now.” Ava sighed.
Morgan settled on the other side of Selena as Elliot came back down the hall, squishing between Selena and Morgan.
Morgan only huffed and shifted further down the seat while Elliot handed Selena his assignment.
“Why my favourite person, is my mother’s girlfriend,” Selena read the title aloud and already had tears in her eyes as she looked at the boy. “Do you want me to read it now?” She asked him.
Shaking his head, Elliot smiled. “No, later is fine.”
Pressing another kiss to the tip of his head, Selena smiled. “Can’t wait. Thank you, Elliot.”
He gave her another quick squeeze, turned to his mother and hugged her quickly too. “Goodnight, guys.”
“Night, Elliot,” Morgan said softly, kissing his cheek. “Sleep well.”
“Night, Sweets,” Selena said, ruffling his hair.
The adults looked at Ava after the boy went to his room.
Ava pouted from where she was pressed to Selena’s side. “Five more minutes?” She asked.
Selena smiled and nodded as Morgan rolled her eyes, dramatically sighing.
“Fine.” She groaned out, not at all annoyed or upset.
Ava used the cover of a hug with Selena to stick her middle finger up at the blonde playfully.
Morgan shot one straight back at her and grinned as Ava gasped and dobbed her in to Selena.
“Mama, she gave me the rude finger,” Ava sang-songed.
Selena turned her attention to Morgan who only shrugged. “It’s my house, and I’m an adult. I can do what I want.”
Selena rolled her eyes at the two’s constant playful teasing of each other and patted Ava’s shoulder gently. “Don’t worry, Darling. I’ll deal with her later.”
Ava stuck her tongue out at Morgan.
Morgan pointed to the hallway. “Go on, you’ve had your five minutes. I want my lady back.”
Ava whined, looking up at Selena for help.
Selena only pressed a kiss between her brows and hugged her tight. “Go on, big day of exams tomorrow. Get some sleep, Ava. I’ll be here in the morning, I don’t have to go in to do extra paperwork early.”
Ava huffed and stood, bidding them goodnight before sulking exaggeratedly up the hallway.
The second Morgan heard the bedroom door click closed, she pulled Selena in to a hug, laying them out across the length of the couch.
“I missed you,” Morgan sighed, relaxing into the cushions when Selena settled into a comfortable position, laying on top of the blonde.
Selena rested her chin on Morgan’s chest, looking at the blonde while she spoke.
“I missed you too, Angel,” Selena leaned up, pecking Morgan’s lips.
Morgan smiled, resting one hand beneath her head and the other settled in the dip on Selena’s lower back, tracing little patterns with her fingertips across the constellations of freckles along the brunettes spine.
Selena shivered a little at the tickling featherlight touch and playfully frowned.
“Be serious,” Morgan said, frowning back at her.
Their frowns deepened before Selena broke first, her lips quirking up into a smile and she dropped her face to hide in Morgan’s neck, laughing.
Selena always felt like a teenager in love when she was with Morgan. She was treated so gently and loved so fiercely by the blondes family that she feared daily that she was going to get cast aside for a younger model.
“Stop thinking,” Morgan murmured tiredly.
“I can’t help it,” Selena said, sitting up, straddling the blondes thighs. “One of these days-“
“Babe, ‘Lena, my sweet sweet love,” Morgan sat up, kissing her repeatedly on the lips in quick succession. “I don’t know how many times I have to tell you this, but I’m All In. You are not going to be replaced, there’s no one that could even come close to even replacing a quarter of the love I feel for you. I want to spend the rest of days making you smile, and laugh, and keep you happy.”
Tears dribbled down Selena’s cheeks and she fell forwards, kissing Morgan again. “I just don’t want you to wake up one day and realise that I’m not who you really want.”
“Selena, from the second I met you, every cell in my body has craved you in my arms. I told you the day you finally agreed to let me take you out, I’m not interested in anyone else. I don’t want anyone else. I want you. I want you with me, I want you for all your good days and your bad ones. I want to be the one you come to when you just need a shoulder to lean on, or cry on. I want to be the one you think of when you have a desperate need to tell someone something.”
“You already are that person, Morgan. You’re the one I look for as soon as I lift my head from whatever’s taken my attention. You’re the one I want to fall asleep and wake up beside.”
Chloe’s cry echoed down the hall and Morgan kissed Selena’s forehead, carefully lifting her off the blondes lap and to the couch before she stood.
“You should start on Elliot’s assignment while I’m gone, it’s a good read.”
Selena leaned forward and grabbed the homework while Morgan went up the hall to tend to the youngest.
Why my favourite person, is my mother’s girlfriend.
My mother’s girlfriend is a lieutenant, she’s smart, and strong and brave.
Selena sucked in a breath, sniffling a little.
When we met Mama ‘Lena, our lives changed for the better. My mum says it’s because Mama ‘Lena is a ray of sunshine and a breath of fresh air combined.
I think, Mama ‘Lena is like those things my mum described. But she’s also kindness and warmth. She’s funny, and caring.
I chose Mama ‘Lena as my favourite person, because our family is a lot happier with her in it. She is that breath of fresh air and warm sun. She is also so much more than that.
Selena sniffled as she dabbed at her eyes with the back of her hand, placing the homework back on the table.
“Short and sweet?” Morgan asked in a whisper as she came back into the living room.
Selena nodded, looking up at the blonde, eyes red from tears. “Can we go lay down?” She asked.
Morgan smiled, holding a hand out. “Come on.”
They walked down to Morgan’s room, hand in hand.
“I cried too,” Morgan admitted as they parted ways to change into their sleep clothes. “I wasn’t expecting him to choose you, I thought he’d pick a superhero or something.”
Selena smirked. “You don’t think I’m a super hero?”
Morgan huffed a laugh. “Baby, you’re my super hero.” She pulled the blankets down, slipping into the bed and waited for Selena to join her.
The brunette dipped into the bathroom for a quick face and teeth clean before she was back in the room, curling up with Morgan spooning her from behind, a twin sigh leaving their lips as they relaxed into each other.
“My kids love you, Selena. I love you.” Morgan dipped her head to kiss Selena’s shoulder through the shirt. “We are a lot happier with you in our lives. You are important to us, and we will crash and burn without you.”
“You’ve been doing well for sixteen years, Angel,” Selena said, rubbing a hand along Morgan’s arm that was over her waist.
“Nope, can’t do it. We’ll die without you.”
Rolling her eyes, Selena turned in the blondes arms. “I think you won’t.”
“I know everything, I think we will. We’ll never survive.”
“Mm, I highly doubt that. But you won’t have to find out, cause you’re stuck with me.”
“Oh, thank the gods!” Morgan praised. “Cause I for real, will not survive without you. My heart will break, my body will give up on me. You’re my oxygen. I need you to keep going.”
Selena cupped Morgan’s cheek, kissing her. “It’d be pretty hard to live without you, too.”
“So it’s settled, then. You’re not leaving, I’m not leaving… we’re stuck.”
“Hm, how horrible,” Selena muttered sarcastically before pulling Morgan into another kiss.
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lilolilyr · 16 days ago
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A 5×4×5 drabble for the May Trope Mayhem prompt 'Royal x Knight' - I thought it would fit well for Codywan, but I couldn't actually make a story work, so you're just getting a kind of fairy-tale-ish drabble :)
Cross-posted to Ao3
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Cody was supposed to be
Just one in a number of
Forgettable faces, crowds of soldiers
Born to serve, no individuals.
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Obi-Wan was meant to be
A shining star, an heir
Following a legacy of old
Not his own futile dreams.
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They should not have met
Not have seen each other
As people, equals in life
Nor fallen in destructive love -
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Yet they found each other
And with the other's help
Each found a way in life
That suited them fully, truly
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And their love not destructive
But building, creating a space
For this royal and knight
To live happily ever after.
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@duckprintspress • more Star Wars fics
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ladycatofwinterfell · 1 year ago
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We get Ned loving Catelyn’s hair a lot (understandably), what about Cat playing with Ned’s hair?
Yes! Them being fluffy in bed together and Cat playing with Ned’s hair, enjoy <3
“Must you always do that?” Catelyn had to ask when Ned pushed himself off the bed.
Once her heart slowed and she stopped sweating it would feel cool enough in there. There was little need to let the cold night into her chambers.
“To keep from dying, aye” Ned simply responded.
With ease he opened the window, something he had done uncountable times before. Something it seemed she couldn’t keep him from no matter how many times she raised complaints.
A cool wind swept through the room and Catelyn immediately shivered. Even in summer it was so cold. Though at least it wasn’t snowing. More than once he had opened the windows only for the wind to bring snow with it inside and then she had been less than glad with him.
“You’re not a very good guest, my lord.”
“A guest in my own wife’s bedchamber? You hurt me, Catelyn.”
Even as he had his back to her she heard the smile in his voice when he spoke. It made her feel just a little warmer even though it was not nearly warm enough.
“Close the window and come back to bed” she told him.
He only did half of what he was told. The window remained open, though he did come back to bed. She didn’t know how much more she could ask for, was happy he at least warmed her when he insisted on keeping the window open.
When joining her in the bed he pulled the furs up halfway over them, leaving their upper bodies bare. And so she pulled him to her so that he could rest against her and further help with fending off the cold. Without resistance he laid his head down on her shoulder.
Her stoic and stern lord husband, hers to take into her arms.
“You’re soft” he murmured as he put an arm over her. “Better than any pillow.”
“That’s due to you, my lord.”
The children had left their weight on her, made her rounder and softer. A change she was not very fond of but that Ned often let her know he liked.
“One of many joys our children have brought me.”
They had not chosen one another. Had she been allowed to truly choose in her youth she would not have chosen him. Though how glad she was for that it was him in the bed with her. His hands moving over her skin, his head resting on her shoulder, his tongue that said he loved her.
Reaching up with one hand she weaved her fingers into his hair, gently running her nails along his scalp.
Catelyn liked that he kept his hair long, liked what it did with his face. She liked the little braids he often had in it, liked it when he tied it back. She also liked it when he kept it loose for bed and she was free to comb through it with her hands.
A satisfied noise came from him, close to a cat purring when pet. He had small noises he made when he was comfortable and at peace, hums and sighs that spoke of those feelings even as he did not voice them. Catelyn had never asked of whether or not he was aware of it out of fear that he would stop. She so liked that he was not always as silent as he could be.
“You are a sweet man, Eddard Stark” she could not help but say.
Ned huffed, though said nothing more. When she turned her head a little to look at him she saw he had closed his eyes as if to sleep.
Though he would not sleep yet, he very rarely fell asleep before her. Catelyn felt weary from the day and still she had no wish to sleep yet. She wanted to lie there and merely enjoy Ned’s warm presence as she ran her fingers through his hair again and again.
Ned must have been spent, too. Soon Catelyn heard how his breathing slowed, how suddenly he was almost melting into her.
In the end it was one of the very rare nights when he would sleep first. Still he had something that needed doing before he could do so.
“Don’t fall asleep, the window is still open.”
For a moment it seemed like he hadn’t heard her, then he groaned. He didn’t open his eyes, only wrapped his arms tighter around her.
“Ned” she said softly. “Close the window. I will not do it myself.”
That time he answered her.
“What does it matter? I will keep you warm.”
“A sweet promise, my love, though soon even you will be freezing.”
His hot northern blood would not keep him safe forever, not even he could defeat the cold nights. It was already much too cold in there, even with him pressed against her.
With a sigh Ned seemed to force his eyes open. After that it was another moment before he pushed away from her. Slowly he moved across the floor and over to the window.
“Now we may sleep” Catelyn said as he closed it and pulled for the tapestries again.
The room was still too cold for her liking, the chill already having made its way inside. Though at least it would not get colder and soon enough the warm water running through the walls would have brought warmth back.
Almost groggily Ned stumbled back into the bed, quickly settling against her just as he had before. Even the arm flung over her ended up in the same place.
She knew he would be too warm soon. Most likely he was already too warm. Still he would sleep entangled with her because he considered it worth it. Perhaps because he knew how much she liked it.
“Are you happy now?” Ned asked, again having closed his eyes.
It would have been impossible not to smile.
“Very much so, my dear. Very much so.”
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englass · 2 years ago
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Concept/Title: Touch
Pairing(s): John Seed x Fem!Reader (because I was thinking of him when I started this, but—), Male!Character x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 402
Warning(s): NSFW/Explicit, Filth and Fluff, Implied Yandere? (was aiming for that originally but don’t think it completely carried through— oops)
A/N(s): I once famously said that Plains and Valleys would (very likely) be my only smut piece… As you can see, that’s now not quite true 🙈😅
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You gasp, twitching in your prone position against the sheets. Held down gently by your lover as you keen high and reedy, his arm pinned across your abdomen as the fingers of his free hand curl inside you. Drawing out your orgasm and threatening to push you into another as he mouths at your cunt, tongue flat and firm against your clit as a satisfied growl rumbles in his chest.
The deep sound makes you clench tighter around his fingers, has you whining prettily for him as he rewards you with a teasing brush of his lips, a brief and gentle scrap of teeth against your sensitive skin.
God, you’re so gorgeous, he utters, voice wrecked between your thighs, so pretty for me like this; could watch you cum on my fingers all day. Fuck, I love you, —
Teeth sink into the meat of your thigh, a passionate bite that has you yelping as he suddenly thrust his fingers as deep as they can go with a growling snarl. Tears beading in the corners of your eyes at the sweet sting of overstimulation. Hand blindly grabbing at his wrist as you bite into the back of your other hand, barely stifling the almost tortured whine of his name.
I need you to cum for me again, he pants, sucking and worrying his tongue in a purposeful drag over the impromptu bite mark, Can you do that for me, sweetheart? You gonna be a good girl and cum for me, hm?
The tears run down the side of your face, writhing amongst the twisted sheets with a shake of your head. Wanting a reprieve from the onslaught of sensation against your sensitive skin.
No? Leaning close, bracketing you in under his sturdy form, his breath a hot caress against your ear and his thumb a soothing sweep across your tacky cheeks, brushing your tears away, Not even on my cock?
The offer makes you tighten around his fingers, whimper as that sting eases into something more, interest piqued as a new hunger curls low within your stomach.
You’ve been such a good girl for me. Doing so well taking my fingers, looking so pretty cumming on my tongue. Don’t you want more?
He moves down then back up. Lips kissing and brushing in a leisurely descent and climb over your stomach, chest, neck, jaw and cheek. Stopping once again to teasingly breath into your sensitive ear, Don’t you want me?
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asmaradianya · 6 months ago
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sakura tattoo.
Sakura x Suo
Tattoo artist x Florist
.˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── ★ ─── ˎˊ˗‧₊˚. .˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── ★ ─── ˎˊ˗‧₊˚. .˚₊‧˗ˏˋ ─── ★ ─── ˎˊ˗‧₊˚.
“Why is it sakura?”
“Because it’s beautiful.”
Endo has given him a dozen crash courses on how to ink a tattoo for Sakura to feel confident enough to do it like a pro. Alas, this awkward predicament makes it difficult for him to keep his focus.
Suo had come to him to get a tattoo on his waistband, just below his birthmark. While it is not unusual for people to decorate their waist with tattoos, the fact that Suo had asked specifically for a sakura flower design is enough to make Sakura flustered. 
He can’t stop blushing, unable to stop his mind from fantasizing inappropriate things that he probably should not want from a random flower shop guy across the street.
Yearning is painful, as Sakura has unfortunately discovered.
When they’re done, when Suo opens his wallet to pull out a couple bills and Sakura is still busy taming his wildly beating heart whale pretending to check with the cashier machine, in a split-second boost of courage, Sakura glances up to meet that crimson orb properly and makes up his mind.
“Hey.”
“Hmm?”
His hand swiftly tugs at the collar of Suo’s shirt. He closes his eyes, closes his lips tightly because words always fail him and for once in his life Sakura does not want to be a failure. Not again.
He misses the way Suo’s eyes widen, and the soft stuttered breath as Suo lets his body fall down following gravity, before his hands reflexively find purchase on Sakura’s shoulders.
Their lips crash passionately and it feels like a freeing autumn breeze.
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whumpsoda · 11 months ago
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as someone who has exp w bad anxiety around sleep time, I have the vivid idea of sired nevan finding malak pacing or something and leading him back to bed via entrancement
cw: hypnosis, fluff, vampire carewhumper
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“H- hey, uh, hun? You okay?” Nevan hung to the doorway, studying the human as he nervously bit at his nails.
Malak shook his head, clenching and unclenching his fists repeatedly. “No, um, I- I don’t… don’t feel… good.” 
“‘R you feeling extra anxious again? You’re pacing.”
“Y- yeah. Yeah. Maybe.”
“Hey, c’mere.” Stepping toward his friend with open arms, gently he took Malak’s fingers in his. “It’s okay, you’re okay. Just look at, at me, alright?”
“Um, mhm.” The sensation of blossoming warmth from the contact of Nevan’s fingers rubbing over his mixed with the mere sight of his glittering gaze already began a fuzzy feeling in his mind, distancing his thoughts and popping them like bubbles.
Nevan flashed him a tender grin, one that pulsed honeydew pleasure through his heart. “I’m going to talk to you, okay? I just want you to listen to my words, focus very carefully, because I know you’re so, so good at that.” His voice was low and hushed, the only sound to fill up Malak’s susceptible ears.
“Good…” he mumbled, already starting to lose himself in the blissful spell of praise.
“That’s right, hun, you’re so good. You’re so good, relaxed, and calm, letting a wave of, of serenity wash right over you as I speak. That wave takes out all your worrier with it as it leaves, leaving you perfectly nice and calm.” 
“C- calm… relax…” Malak nodded along as he felt the wave spread right from the vampire’s touch, sending his mind reeling into the blank space of his mind.
“Good, good. Let’s start moving to the bedroom, okay? But I have to help you along because you’re so very, very drowsy and relaxed, so very ready for bed. Prepared to snuggle in under all the blankets right next to me, and allow sleep to take it’s easy hold on you, just like my trance.”
He smiled a sleepy grin as Nevan helped him to their bed, words circling through his brain over cotton clouds. “Drowsy… ummm… sleeeeep…”
Nevan huffed a chuckle. “Alright, sugar pie, climb in, okay? I’ll be right beside you and we’ll be all sleepy and relaxed together. That sounds very nice, doesn’t it?”
“Very nice…” Nevan handed him his stuffed plush of which he hugged tight to his chest, and tucked him right in with a pile of the fuzziest blankets.
“That’s right.” He pressed a soft and sweet peck to his human’s forehead, just before he could completely drift off. “I love you, sugar pie. You’re the best, most drowsy and relaxed boy of them all.”
“Love, um… you too…” Malak replied, just before he lost himself to unconscious, and dreams of his best friend.
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