#saturday snippets

[beccawise7]

💜🖤

[alwaysxlarrie]

i never thought i’d say it’s been a while since i’ve posted a snippet but i also never thought i’d write a cult leader louis fic, so. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ but here it is !!

“The moment he’d heard about the event, he signed up. Harry loved his college, but unfortunately they didn’t prioritize the music department the way he wished they would, which made being a music major a slightly more lonely experience than he would’ve liked. So, while he’d never heard of Louis Tomlinson or his organization before this, that was okay. Those were just mere details. What mattered was that there was an event. For music. In all his nineteen years, he’s never been so excited for a school event.

“Harmonic Haven is my most important life mission. Bringing people in, instilling confidence in them, encouraging them to be their best, always readily available lessons, improving your skills — all of it is essential to the heart of this organization.” Louis saunters around the stage, confident and raspy voice booming smoothly from his microphone.

Harry watches raptly as Louis makes eye contact with people in the crowd and sends an alluring grin their way, enticing them to continue listening. His eyes are hypnotizingly sparkly; a unique blue that Harry could spend days writing songs about. They draw you in and make you constantly want their undivided attention; Harry has had them on him twice now and has been actively fighting the urge to do something ridiculous to get his attention again. He can tell that even just having a single conversation with Louis about their passion for music would reignite the spark in him.

His fingers are itching to take notes, but he doesn’t dare to look away for too long — it’s too much of an risk to miss anything Louis' saying, let alone miss the chance of Louis' eyes on him again.

But Harry knows he needs to do something memorable before Louis' presentation is over, needs Louis to recognize him when Harry goes down to talk to him afterward. There will be tens — likely hundreds, really — of students lined up to talk to Louis and Harry can’t risk not getting a chance. He needs to do something now that will make Louis remember him. And quickly.”

i am nothing if not consistent with long-ish snippets, no matter how long it's been lol. anyway i've edited this to absolute smithereens so hopefully it's decent!! not entirely sure who’s working on a fic at the moment so i’ll just tag a few people lol @loveislarryislove @allwaswell16 @lululawrence @londonfoginacup @jacaranda-bloom @kingonafiftymetreroad @crinkle-eyed-boo @greenblueish @beelou @disgruntledkittenface

[ebongawk]

welp

[elvensorceress]

saturday snippet of longing and pining and being completely unaware of your own feelings! (feelings are hard, okay)

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more of this 🥰

"I don’t know how anyone could not want you.”

Buck stares at him again with that piercing, soul-rending gaze that skewers directly through Eddie’s chest. But then Buck closes his eyes and shakes his head with a sardonic huff. “He’s straight. So. Doesn’t really work that way.”

Probably says something that Eddie’s first thought is, why not?

Why would it matter? Who would even care about sexuality if it were Buck offering his heart? Attraction is made up bullshit anyway. Who actually looks at someone and wants them when you know nothing about each other? Who wants to fuck just because they think someone is good looking? No one falls in love at first sight. It’s romanticized, telenovela fiction. And people lying to themselves because they’re lonely or want attention or orgasms or whatever. 

There’s a lot you can convince yourself of when you’re lonely, heartbroken, afraid you’ll die alone, afraid you’re a failure as a person, a husband, a partner. There’s a lot someone might do to be what other people want. There’s a lot that gets cut out and tucked away in order to be what you’re supposed to. 

All the more reason Eddie judges and dislikes anyone Buck dates. He’s totally justified. None of them get him and they don’t adequately appreciate him at all and Buck deserves all the love in the universe. At the very least, he deserves someone who will love him just as much and just as fiercely as Buck loves them. 

“Weren’t you ‘straight’ until Tommy?” Eddie asks. “Or— not that it was dependent on him, not that he did anything— but you thought you were straight until you realized you liked him. Right?” 

Buck looks at him, stares too hard at him for far too long and it makes goosebumps wash all over Eddie’s skin. The hair on the back of his neck prickles and swishing, churning flips through his stomach. 

“Yeah,” Buck answers quietly. “I don’t think that’s the case here though. Doesn’t matter. It’s not— It’s late. Too late. It’s really too late. We should sleep.”

Yeah. They should. Eddie has a long day of more packing to do tomorrow and another long distance tour with the realtor. Even if thoughts are whirling in his head. Too many thoughts. 

How does Buck know it’s unrequited? How does he know what he’s feeling now if he didn’t before? Did something change? How the hell would Tommy supposedly know if Buck didn’t know? 

How does Buck feel when he likes someone? 

How does anyone feel when they like someone? How do you know if you do? Is there supposed to be something you feel when you’re looking at someone beautiful? How would you know they’re beautiful if all you know about them is how they look? 

How do you feel anything for someone? Especially if you don’t know them? People say sex is better with someone you love, but is that more romanticized bullshit? Probably. Sex is overrated honestly. It’s fine. Mostly. Just. Not what everyone seems to say it is. Nothing earth shattering or life changing. Nothing all that intimate either. Not technically. It’s just distant, avoidant, using each other for a moment of relief. He and Shannon did it so they didn’t have to talk. When they didn’t want to talk or actually be close. They didn’t have to go on dates or bare their souls or anything. They could just take off some clothes. 

Isn’t that what everyone does? Isn’t that the difference between dating someone versus being friends with them? 

Is it supposed to be different? Is that why people like sex? Because it’s different for them? 

Does anyone actually feel the kinds of intense, fervent, passionate emotions that people make up stories about? Isn’t romance just another fantasy? Like fairy tale magic and otherworldly phenomena? Like dragons and unicorns and mythical creatures? It’s a nice fantasy, but still a fantasy. None of it is real. 

Love isn’t sex or attraction or beautiful people being beautiful. None of that is love. 

Love is sacrifice. Connection. It’s blood and battle and being torn apart. Giving up everything because there’s no alternative. Because you’re not whole anymore without the person you love. They’re part of you. So losing them is losing yourself. 

Is that all love is? Loss? 

Eddie reaches out and holds onto Buck’s shoulder. They should sleep. He’s tired, too. But there’s heaviness in his chest and a swirl of despair whirlpooling inside him. It’s small now, but it’s been growing and he needs to hold onto Buck. 

When it’s not enough to just grip his shoulder, Eddie lets his hand slide down until it’s again resting on Buck’s chest and he can gently rub back and forth a few times. He hopes it’s comforting. He hopes Buck knows he’s not alone. Eddie won’t let him be alone. Someone will love Buck the way he should be. 

A wave of envious aching crashes through Eddie’s chest and he swallows hard. Buck should be loved. Buck is loved. Maybe not the way he wants. But Eddie loves him. Every beat, every breath, every single shred of his soul holds love for Buck. It might not be enough, but it is there. Eddie would love him until Buck finds someone he wants who loves him properly. 

Eddie would love him after that, too. Even when Buck is happy and settled and doesn’t need him anymore. 

Buck takes Eddie’s hand and holds it tightly as he closes his eyes. He doesn’t turn back around. And he doesn’t let go. 

Eddie just wants to inch closer and hold tighter. 

There’s something faded, slipping away like tides and wet sand through his fingers. 

Why can’t he keep this?

Why can’t this be the answer? Why can’t Eddie love him the way he wants? Why can’t Buck love Eddie this way? Why can’t they be in love with each other? 

[preet-01]

I wasn’t going to post this snippet until Saturday, but it’s been a very shitty day so I’m trying to find joy in the little things that I can control and won’t catastrophically destroy my life

Here is a snippet from the first draft of a current wip that has drastically changed since I started it a few weeks ago. While none of this will be in the final fic, I did like this snippet a lot.

The actual wip now focuses on hopeless romantic, model Daniel over the course of 15 years as he continually gets his heart broken by multiple formula one drivers until he finally finds the one who loves him just as much he loves them. All of this began from the line: some Australian model that Seb’s been fucking

Max remembers the first time he saw Daniel.

He hadn’t been in Formula One then, no, he’d been in Formula Three battling his demons (a shitty car) and Esteban Ocon (another demon if he was honest). Red Bull and Mercedes had both been courting him — there really wasn’t a better way to say it. Mercedes was dominating that year and Red Bull was on the back foot after dominating for so long. One would think that his best option was Mercedes, but his dad and manager didn’t seem to think so.

Mercedes already had two strong drivers — a world champion and the man who’d beaten his Uncle Michael. A strong and not old line up meant that Max wouldn’t be the first choice. Not for them, they’d put him in F2 and have him fumble around in the Williams for years until either Lewis Hamilton or Nico Rosberg left or retired. Red Bull, however, had a seat for him for the coming year. Not in F2, but in F1. Red Bull had a junior team — Toro Rosso — with a seat that could be his if he (his dad and manager) picked them. And unlike Mercedes, the main team line up gave him room for promotion because everyone knew Red Bull’s champion, Uncle Michael’s protégé, would eventually go knocking on Ferrari’s door. As for the 2nd seat, the Frenchman currently occupying it wasn’t someone the team expected to win championships with.

The first time Max sees Daniel is in 2014 as he tests with Toro Rosso in a young driver session in Suzuka. He’d seen Daniel in the Red Bull garage nodding along to something Sebastian Vettel had been saying to him.

“Some Australian model that Seb’s been fucking,” one of the mechanics had told him when Max asked who Daniel was.

From there on, Max continued to see Daniel around the paddock. Always on the arm of Sebastian Vettel and hopelessly in love with him despite the number of others that Sebastian paraded around when Daniel wasn’t present.

[tracle0]

hey writerblr

Snippet Sunday? Is that anything? Post a snippet on a nice Sunday and maybe pick out a few - say, three or five - other snippets from others to comment something nice on? Could be cool and groovy? Oughhh you want to do this so bad

[ksbbb]

SATURDAY SNIPPET (Fuck it Saturday)

Tagged by @honestlydarkprincess

“Hi Theo. I’m Liam. Wait, you know that. Why are you introducing yourself like I’m not going to kill you in five minutes? Odd.” Liam is puzzled, and happily smiling at him, which is why Theo’s not moving, or challenging his strange behavior.

“Why were you in Eichen?” Theo inadvertently asks, needing time to think of a way to find the injection or maybe he can rip his heart out. Messy but effective.

“None of your business. Anyway, ready?” Liam stands, eyes flashing at him and they’re a nice little touch. They really give Theo the feeling of being a normal supernatural but they both know they’re not.

“I’m not going to sit here and let you kill me.” He points out, highly offended by the idea of being such a pushover, that he'd stand by and let someone kill him without doing something about it.

Tagging @fruchtfliege @hemlocksandfoxgloves @thiamsalpha @genetic-hellhound @dreadful-doctors @theoceanismyinkwell @ashyjingles @slimeyslimeyballsack @thiamsxbitch @gaefandomlover

[khywren]

Snippet Saturday

thanks so much to @xxnashiraxx, @hellethil, @nerdallwritey, @roguishcat, and @obsessedwhyyes for tagging me this week and sharing some truly amazing work!

i've got a spicy little NSFW preview for you all this week from my upcoming one/two/whatever-shot, which still has no name but if you've seen most of my other recent WIPs you know what this one is from. 😅

no-pressure tags: @kalmiaphlox, @busy-baker, @vividiana, @verbenaa, @ladyduellist, @nyx-knox, @bloodinwine

[wickedsmille]

snippet saturday

I got tagged by @takemetomyfragiledreams for a Snippet Saturday! (I love getting tagged in these things. You spoil me so good. 🖤) And I did a thing. Like a continuation of my jaytim one-shot monster mash kind of thing. And what's under the cut is probably more than a snippet but, hey, short and concise just ain't my thing and I've made my peace with that. That being said, enjoy this heap of dragon!Tim riding in to save his damsel familiar demon!Jason. (I didn't edit nuffin' so beware, probably typos afoot.)

Idk who to tag 🥲 So, if you're reading this, I tag you. No take backsies.

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Most people wear their glamors whenever they’re out in public. The mixing of humans, creatures, humanoids and all those in-between has come a long way. It’s harmonious, almost. Not everywhere, not all the time. Crime against creatures and hybrids is higher still than humans and those creatures human enough to pass for normal. So whether out of fear or consideration or conformity, glamoring is as prevalent as it has always been.

For Robin, for Tim, that is doubly true. 

Dick and Jason were witches. It didn’t matter for them. The ethereal, glowing eyes of a witch in their half and full forms are hidden by the dominos. For all anyone else could tell, Robin was something but no one could ever pin down exactly what. There’s too many magical beings now openly living shoulder to shoulder with humans for it to matter. Too much magic freely floating through the air to definitively pick out a specific thread and follow it from the vigilante to the person behind the mask. Being witches allowed them the freedom to fully spread their wings without fear of giving away their identities whether they were Robin or Dick or Jason. 

Bruce has the world convinced Brucie is a bumbling idiot of a human while Batman is very obviously more but there’s enough creatures out there like daevas to muddy the waters. 

Of course, Tim’s parents wanted a flashy hybrid to parade around the balls and galas they bothered to attend when they were in Gotham. A new treasure his father could point to and boast about, proof of his mother’s superiority over the other children of the elite. They’d hoped he’d even get the unique ability to function without a familiar afforded to creature and humanoid hybrids. Rarely, the tempering magic of a humanoid would be enough to balance and tame the raw, electric power of creature magic. Then there’s no need to balance the scales through unnecessary attachments. 

Tim visited enough doctors as a kid, paid enough to keep their mouths shut to do procedures typically only done after seventeen at the limit of when bonds form, for his parents to come to the early conclusion Tim wouldn’t be one of the lucky hybrids. They got their trophy to stuff into stiff suits and march across marble floors but their disappointment in the knowledge Tim wouldn’t be able to function independently was a weighted, palpable thing. 

It’s always been customary for the wealthy to hide their true forms but, after that, they gave him a talisman to wear to events on top of his own glamors.

Becoming Robin and having Bruce harshly demand he always keep his glamors up wasn’t jarring because he’d already grown used to it. The magic started to itch if left too long. Sometimes Tim would forget to remove them even at home despite the cold, empty rooms being his only company. Sacrificing the truth of himself for Robin wasn’t a hardship. Nowadays, it’s second nature. He hardly even remembers what he looks like in his half and full forms. But he does know a half dragon, half elf is too conspicuous to ever be seen as Robin. It would be all too easy to connect the dots between such a rare hybrid and Tim Drake. 

Even just the thought of breaking his glamors, in public no less, is enough to make his heart race and his palms sweat but his bond is screaming familiar in danger over and over again as pain dances along every nerve. Tim can’t see any other way to neatly wrap up the mess Jason has created. From his vantage point perched on a billboard across the street from a nondescript warehouse on the southside of the docks, Tim counts at least fifty heavily armed mercenaries and one Red Hood.

Jason is powerful. Incredibly so, but everyone has their limits. The relative stability of Tim’s fused magics, his more prominent elven blood making the powerhouse magic of his dragon side more docile, compared to the volatile churning of Jason’s does come with the perk of not needing contact with his familiar as often. Which is all the better since Jason has made himself scarce since their last meeting. He’s posited that Jason likely doesn’t enjoy the same benefit given the incendiary nature of his magic, where the demon side reigns supreme and feeds, feeds, feeds off the magic of the witch. 

He can’t imagine what state Jason is in. Tim had already drafted a plan to hunt Jason down again for his own damn good. 

Now he’s being forced to speed up his timetable and make what seems like an impossible choice. Fifty guys, most likely armed with bullets and magic themselves, is something Robin can’t handle with a handicapped Red Hood. The thought of calling in Batman and Nightwing for back up rankles. There would be no hiding the bond with him and Jason close to one another, not from Bruce and, by extension, from Dick who serves as his familiar. Tim isn’t ready to share this part of himself yet. It’s a tender, open wound Jason tore open again, a weakness he hasn’t created a workaround for yet. 

Damned if he does, damned if he doesn’t, though. 

Heaving a long, weary sigh, Tim straightens up and hops down off the billboard while casting a temporary veil of invisibility over himself. With deft fingers, Tim does the latches on the Robin uniform and stuffs them into a cache stored inside the defunct AC unit nearby. Left with nothing but his undershirt and tights, Tim stands at the edge of the roof and grimaces. He can feel the swell of magic bubbling under his skin, equally soothing and irritating the pain channeling through the bond into him. 

Man, he really hopes he isn’t making a terrible mistake. 

Mind already made up, Tim shoves away his self-doubt and leaps off the roof with his arms spread. He closes his eyes and wipes away the haze of the glamors while pulling on his own magic to wrap around himself. To embrace himself and what he truly is. It’s pain and relief rolled into one, like scratching an itch viciously enough to bleed. His skin ripples and stretches, bones breaking down and knitting back together while muscle and sinew stretch to accommodate. As much as it sucks, because it does, Tim feels freer than he does swinging from his grapple through Gotham’s skies. 

He wants to laugh but it comes out as a chuff because of his snout. His paws slam into the concrete of the road, claws digging in and ripping it up. Bounding towards the warehouse, Tim decides to go for shock and awe. Most people don’t expect a full-fledged dragon to run into them head on. He knows even as a drake he's on the smaller side for dragons and doesn't have the added bulk wings would give his silhouette. Still, a dragon no matter the sub-type is a dragon and their reputation as an apex predator has been well earned in and out of the magic community.

Running on four legs is weird, especially with the unwieldy weight of his tail thumping clumsily against the ground behind him, so Tim stumbles the first couple steps but he settles into a loping run as he closes the distance between himself and the warehouse. The spines along the top of his head and down his spine shift with each powerful push of his legs. By the time he’s throwing himself bodily into the wooden bay doors of the warehouse, Tim has even managed to wrangle his tail into some semblance of order so it's not throwing off his balance so badly. 

The wood gives way easily, no match for Tim’s plated scales and thick hide. He skids across the warehouse floor, claws leaving gouges in his wake. Everything inside the building stops as Tim settles in the center of the room. No one so much as moves, too busy gaping at Tim to fire their guns and shoot off a burst of magic. His inner elf wants to preen at the stunned attention but Tim squashes the stupid impulse. 

Instead, he roars into the silence of the warehouse. The sound of it reverberates off the glass of the windows, completely destroying the ones closest to Tim. Tim’s tail swings back and forth agitatedly as he bears his teeth. The deep black of his smooth scales explode into a brief starburst of color when the light catches them like he’s been armored with plates of black opal. Tim rears his head back and roars with his whole chest this time as his tail slams into the floor and cracks the concrete.

The first roar was an announcement of his presence. The second is a warning to stay away from what is his.

[ivymarquis]

I wanna do like a Saturday snippet type of thing I guess???? Y’all send lil ideas for lil blurbs (Im thinking of keeping responses to like…. 2-3 paragraphs?) and Ill start writing them for tomorrow!!

Also fair warning I haven’t watched playthroughs of the other games but Imma make it open season so to speak re: which operators I’ll write for, so no longer just restricted to 141 + LVs etc etc (this is not yet updated in my rules page).

As always please peep the ||rules|| for requests, and peep the ||f-list|| for NSFW requests to get a guage of what kinks I will and wont write for (I am…. pretty liberal with what I will write, as you can tell. Dont be afraid to send me the freaky shit as long as it’s not on the “no” list)

[ambernotember]

snippet saturday

school concert au

“I swear, it’s even on his collar. I love animals with human names. Imagine making a vet appointment for Steve.”

Buck chuckled. “So if you had a pet you’d name them what, Alfred? Violetta?”

“Did I adopt an old butler?” Tommy took in Buck’s confused expression. “Batman? Alfred, his butler?”

“Oh, I don’t really watch a lot of superhero movies. Or well, movies in general.”

“Seriously?” If Buck was showing his class a photo of Tommy’s expression for a writing activity, he’d definitely file it under ‘baffled’.

“I’ve never been a really big movie person,” Buck shrugged.

“I should write you a list,” Tommy said, half to himself.

“Of movies?” Buck was amused. He’d watched a lot of Disney and Pixar with Chris when he was younger, and now with Jee, but he usually had too many things to catch up on when he was by himself, and would put on a podcast or an audiobook to listen to while he did laundry or cooked or did whatever other chores he’d forgotten about.

“Yeah. Like, top 52 you should know. One a week for a year.”

Buck laughed. “I pretty much only turn on the tv for the news or to play video games with Chris.”

“I’m definitely making you a list,” Tommy decided.

“I can add it to the list of things I definitely say I’ll watch and then never do.”

“I think I’d be disappointed if you ignored my hard work,” Tommy said. “I’ll have it to you by the end of the week. Would you find it easier to watch them if I made you write a report on them? Score out of ten and your reason why?”

The tone was teasing but Buck found himself thinking about it a little too hard.

Albert bounded back to the table, interrupting them. “Maddie and Karen want the wireless mics so they can get started.”

Tommy checked that they were both on and working before handing them over, while Buck pulled out his phone and texted Eddie to come back to the gym. He slid it back into his pocked and rubbed his hands on his jeans, trying to get the sudden excess sweat off of them.

Tommy seemed focused on the audio equipment, and either hadn’t noticed Buck’s odd silence or wasn’t acknowledging it.

tag list @chimneyz @morgangilloryy @swagmaster9k @geekwarrior107 @racerchix21 @fan-of-a-lot @desert--moonchild @bybobbysbeard

[apollabarnes]

snippet saturday

while i write something cute to get all the feelings out of me from thursday, have this!

"I can't stop thinking about that kiss," Evan said, looking over at Tommy when he pulled up to the curb outside the loft. "It's been months and—" "I'm sorry," Tommy offered. "Don't be! It was a really good kiss." Evan blinked at him, his cheeks flushed. "Haven't had a kiss that good since." "You need to raise your bar, kid," Tommy said, only realising that he was parroting himself when he finished saying it. "Or maybe it was a really good kiss," Evan argued, leaning forward and putting a hand on the console. "Maybe it was the best kiss I'll ever have." "Evan." The word was ripped out of Tommy. He could feel himself swaying towards Evan, caught in his gravity again. He leaned back, his hands tightening around the wheel. "Tommy?" Evan asked softly, confused. "Don't — you liked me, didn't you?" Tommy could hear the hurt in his voice, the way he wanted to curl up on himself. Tommy wanted to head out back and put himself out of his misery. "Evan," he repeated. "I do like you." He made himself look at Evan straight on, knew Evan could see every miserable emotion on his face. "I can be your friend, or I can be the guy that kisses you every day, but I can't be the friend that kisses you sometimes." "What does that mean?" Evan asked carefully, his eyes dropping down to Tommy's mouth. Tommy took a shaky breath, thinking about it carefully. "Have some water and get some sleep," he told Evan. "Have some breakfast. If you still want to…" "Kiss you," Evan finished breathlessly. "Give me a call. I'm off tomorrow. We'll meet up somewhere." "You could come here," Evan suggested. "Or you could stay over tonight." Tommy laughed hoarsely. Something out there was very much tempting him. "Evan, I want to kiss you when you're stone cold sober and you're sure that you want this," he murmured, digging his teeth into his bottom lip. "I don't want you to regret it. And I don't want to regret it either." "Yeah, yeah okay. That makes sense." Evan agreed, reaching for the door. "Tommy, I really am going to call you tomorrow."

no pressure tagging @setmeatopthepyre @beanarie @ambernotember @leashybebes and anyone else who sees this and needs a reason to write something

[local-eldritch]

Happy FFWF Valentines!!!

I saw @joyful-soul-collector was sending valentines day themed asks. And it reminded me a lot of my fic that I wanted to post a snippet as like a Valentine's day treat. Because the word "Partner" in the context of Jayvik is well, yknow. (Somewhere in the distance my beta reader, who shall not be summoned for I too fear god, is yelling at me that "no, they don't 'y'know'", y'know?) Anyways, the blurb:

Their hands tangle around the rune and Jayce memorizes the feeling of Viktor against him. Whispers partner, partner, partner into the space between. Existence and nihility join at their fingertips and burn outwards in cold and blazing heat. They are ephemeral and eternal, a contradiction of paraconsistence. Jayce is not so proud to say that he isn't afraid, but with Viktor against him even death feels gentle. He wishes he had held him like this before. He wishes for a lot of things, but that above all else.

[wikiangela]

inspiration saturday

tagged for fuck it friday by @tizniz @aroeddiediaz @exhuastedpigeon @dangerpronebuddie @neverevan @diazsdimples thank you all 💖 it's closer to sunday now so using these for today and tagging y'all back for saturday or sunday 💁haha

haven't done one of these in a while but made a lil moodboard for my morning cuddles bucktommy fic so figured i'd share it and a lil snippet (the fic is done btw, and it's only 3k this time! might get posted today or tomorrow, just need to edit now and find a title, as usual)

(the top right pic is the oth scene that inspired this fic in the first place lol I heard that line and my brain had the idea ready in a second istg haha)

prev snippet

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“Your morning breath is awful.” he whispers against Tommy’s lips, and Tommy laughs. Buck loves his laugh so much. He loves everything about him, from his kindness and understanding and competence, and the lame jokes and the worst fake mouth static, up to his huge arms and wide shoulders, and adorable cleft, and including even the morning breath he can currently taste on his tongue. He’s perfect and he’s Buck’s. He just adores all of Tommy.

“So is yours. So bad.” comes the amused response, before Tommy’s diving in for another kiss. And it just feels so intimate, so domestic, and like something Buck wants for the rest of his life. When they finally part, Tommy’s face hovers over his, as his eyes scan Buck’s face with that loving, soft look. He reaches to cup Tommy’s cheek in his hand.

“I like waking up to you.” Buck sighs contentedly, thumb caressing his cheekbone.

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[riotwritesthings]

Tagged by bestie @crownofstardustandbone for a Snippet Saturday because why not. So here's this.

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”Anthony-“

The voice is low and rough, like it hasn’t been used in years. Despite the odd, echoing quality of it Tony is pretty sure it’s coming from his office-

”Open the door, Anthony," the voice says, like the speaker can hear his thoughts.

It’s not quite a demand, but there’s a distinct impatience to the words that has Tony’s breath catching painfully in his chest.

Tony tries to back away from the door faster, but the floor bucks and shifts beneath his heavy feet. His hand slides along the wall as he struggles to keep his balance, knocking the picture frame to the floor with a dull clatter.

"Anthony."

His heart is racing so hard that it hurts, every frantic thud sending another sharp bolt of cold fear through his chest.

His breath wheezes out of his chest and then hangs in the air like smoke, like there’s a chill in the air that he can’t feel.

Tony doesn’t know what’s inspiring the deep terror in his gut, where the deep feeling of cold in his chest is coming from-

Unless he does.

[ksbbb]

Fuck it Friday Saturday

Tagged by @hemlocksandfoxgloves @mmoosen @blue-hair-and-angels

“Theo’s not going to do anything. You just said you’re the fighter.” Liam points out, and Theo doesn’t like that kind of baseless statement, feeling as if he needs to redeem himself somehow.

Liam gently places his wrist in front of Theo’s lips, quietly waiting for him to take his needed fill of blood, and he can’t bring himself to do it.

Not Liam. He’s too trusting and not worried about the possibility of Theo losing control. He can’t risk it, but his blood is sweet, making the vampire hungry, even in his weakened form.

He slowly closes his mouth around Liam’s wrist, sucking the blood slowly, and sighing at the first couple drops he takes.

“I’m mmm you did…on.” Theo grumbles, losing his thought and talking with a mouthful of blood.

“No talking while you're eating Theo. Rude.” Liam mutters, as he flinches when Theo sucks a bit too hard.

“He’s gotta be mad I was the one to kill —.” Boyd says, pleased with himself and ready to rub it in Theo’s face.

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