#snippet tag game

[itsjaywalkers]

snippet time <3

thank you for tagging me my love @sommerregenjuniluft mwah

“You also said that only pecks were allowed,” James points out. “Those weren’t pecks.” “Well, I can make an exception sometimes,” Regulus protests, becoming defensive. “It all depends on the situation.” “I see,” James drawls dryly, while he nods along. “Is it the hickeys, then? I can’t mark you up anymore?” “Well.” Regulus gulps, a soft pink beginning to spread over the high of his cheeks. “Not in, in visible places, James, we’ve been through this—” “So that’s not the problem?” “I mean—” “Not the hickeys and not the kisses. What is it, then?” “Come on, James, stop playing—” “It can’t be the ‘baby’, either,” James cuts him off, furrowing his eyebrows as he feigns to be deep in thought. “I know how much you like it. Makes you all flushed and needy. So, so pretty. Isn’t that right, baby?” Regulus scoffs, but the furious blush on his face, as well as the lack of response, is all the confirmation he needs. There’s a pause, with James tapping his ching a couple of times, considering, before he feigns having some sort of realisation, his whole expression lighting up as he stares down at Regulus. “Oh! I got it!” James exclaims with exaggerated glee. “Was it my hand around your cock—”

no pressure tags: @carniferous @pupmotif @honeybcj @certifiedl0verboy @sixlane <333

[honeybcj]

sunday smut snippet

thank you to the lovely @sommerregenjuniluft for the tag. got a little jegulus something that i’m sitting on, and i have no idea where it’s going or if it will amount to an actual one shot or not, but it’s still smut, and i love it, as always <3

“Come on, James. Please,” Regulus purrs, hand already working with James’ belt buckle, quite the reputable one-handed skill.

“Oh, I don’t know,” James plays, but his actions say something different as he slowly begins stroking over Regulus’ clit again, pumping his fingers lazily, the third finger still teasing.

“James,” Regulus hisses, hand stilling over the zipper of James’ pants.

“If you want more, do better.”

“If you want more, do better,” Regulus mocks, scoffing indignantly. Instead of moving further, he just squeezes his hand over the bulge in James’ pants, emitting a low groan from the man next to him.

“Spoiled brat, you are,” James huffs, amused.

“I’m nothing of the sorts. I’m perfectly respectable. I’m just horny, James. And you’re doing nothing to help.”

James smirks cruelly, letting the third finger slip in, and Regulus swears he is about to lose his mind. The fingers are great, really. Thick and long, hitting exactly where he needs it, but even then, he’s insatiable, wanting more than just that. Head falling back with a moan, his hand halts over James’ cock, unable to move. James’ fingers move with skilled precision.

np tags: @fromagony @star4daisy @stagpdf @itsjaywalkers and anyone else that wants to join <3

[incandescentwarmth]

thanks @honeybcj for tagging me! This is a snippet from a rosekiller fic I'm working on very very slowly. It's one of the happy flashbacks at least.

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“It’s all ours, Rosie.” Barty turned towards him with a smirk on his face while he threw himself back against a waiting settee, allowing the tattered backpack he had on his shoulder to fall to the floor.

“And clearly you don’t need to be told to make yourself at home, already with your shoes on the furniture.” He said the second part with a posh lilt to his voice in a mocking of Barty’s father. 

Barty kicked his feet towards him and Evan grabbed his ankles shoving them back and falling on top of him. Barty grabbed at his neck acting like he was shoving him off with a hand in his blonde hair but it was clear to them both that Barty wanted to stay pressed together. The two continued their fake (but still aggressive) roughhousing until somehow they ended up laid out in the center of the room staring up at the ceiling with grins spreading across their faces.

“What do we do now?” Evan asked.

“I’m not sure, I think we’re supposed to unpack but I mean…” He responded looking around at the few items they brought with them. 

“We can go shopping.”

“And buy what exactly?”

“I don’t know but don’t we need things?”

“We have everything we’ve always needed can’t we just enjoy it? And if we get bored, we’ve got plenty of practice making trouble for ourselves.” He said grinning wide across his face. Barty grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him down, meeting him for a kiss.

np tags: @mourningliliesmorningglories @arviyya @drowninkystar and if anybody else wants to do it please feel free tag me!

[swampthingking]

last line/snippet tag

ty @messerflower for tagging me<3

don’t have anyone to tag but i am doing it anyways lmao!

james and remus have an eye opening conversation

“It was on his birthday. After dinner.”

Three weeks ago, James thinks. He pulls back a bit, releasing Remus, the excitement drained from him, replaced with sorrow for his friend. “Yikes,” he says quietly.

“Fuckin’ yikes,” Remus agrees, taking a drink of his coffee like he was tossing back a shot instead. “No hard feelings,” Remus says, with hard feelings. “Lots of people don’t want to play step-parent.”

“You don’t really think it’s that though, do you?” James asks.

Remus shrugs, dejected. “I don’t know, James.”

“I don’t think Sirius would ghost you because you have a kid,” James says softly. His brain supplies him with an inappropriately timed joke, and he says it, knowing they usually cheer Remus up. “Maybe you were just a terrible lay.”

That gets a reaction out of him. Remus snorts, staring into his mug still. He gives it a little swirl, chewing his lip in debate. He always does that when he’s contemplating; chews the inside of his lip. James is just about to ask him what he’s thinking when Remus shakes his head decisively and says, “Nah, that’s not it.”

James cackles. “How do you know that?”

Remus fixes him with a blank, but telling stare. “I know, James. Trust me.”

[violetsdaisy]

Snippet Tag Game

thank you @starrysoda-skies03 for the tag!! You’re so sweet. 🥺🧡

This is a scene from a canon story I’d like to write one day. 🧡 I hope you like it.

“I want to try something.”

“Oh?”

Yugi smiled a little, nerves fluttering wildly in his stomach. He scooted closer. “Just hold still.” As he got nearer, his heart jumped at the heavy, intense gaze his other self gave him. “Uh, and close your eyes.”

The spirit hesitated. “Close my eyes?”

Yugi let out an anxious breath. “Please.”

As soon as his eyes were shut, Yugi drew strength and got even closer.

He was so close that he could see his own freckles upon his other self’s face. Could see the small scar on his forehead from when he fell off the swing as a child. Could see just how long his lashes actually were.

But it was the unfamiliar straightness of his shoulders, the rigidness of his spine, and the unnatural fact that he wasn’t breathing that set them apart.

It was the string of emotions wrapping around Yugi’s heart that weren’t his. The warmth of affection that was always sent his way. The late night conversations. The laughter over silly games they’d come up with to pass the time. The trust and the confidence that bled through the spirit that Yugi was drawn to.

He wanted to consume all of it and keep it forever. For just him.

He tentatively reached out, unsure of what he’d be touching. They’d never actually touched before.

But he wanted to try.

He got as close as he could, feeling the radiance of coolness that he always sensed when the spirit manifested out of the puzzle. It felt comforting now.

It gave him strength.

He didn’t close his eyes. He wanted to remember this. He didn’t want to miss a thing.

The slow brush of his lips over the spirits made both of them jolt. His other self’s brows furrowed, as if in pain, but Yugi felt the surprise through their link. Followed by the confusion. The intrigue and curiosity.

The lips themselves did not feel like lips. They were cold, barely felt, but they were his. And so Yugi did it again, dragging his lips over the soft coldness that he was allowed to feel.

It was then that his other self’s eyes opened and Yugi’s heart skipped a beat.

The amount of desire that flooded through him at that moment was not his but it mingled with it, creating a strong powerful feeling of hope and so he held onto it. He got closer and touched the spirit’s face.

Like his lips, the supposed skin was cool and not enough to be considered a solid. But he didn’t mind, because the hands of the spirit fluttered over his. Yugi’s eyes shut again, this time, with a rush of exhilaration.

“You’re so warm, partner,” the spirit murmured into the inches between them. Yugi’s heart pounded loudly in his ears, his cheeks warming to an uncomfortable level, but he did not pull away.

“You’re so cold,” Yugi replied in a breathless whisper.

The spirit’s eyes opened again, finding Yugi smiling at him. The violet gaze before him crinkled. The hands slid over his arms, down to his elbows, and then after a brief hesitation, dropped down to his waist.

Despite the fact that it was a cool touch, it burned his skin under his pajama top as if he’d been scolded.

“Kiss me again,” the spirit softly demanded, voice hoarse, and Yugi couldn’t resist. Nothing could have stopped him from obeying that command.

Yugi shut his eyes this time, slanting their mouths, and kissing him as much as he could, given their limitations. His arms wrapped around the spirit’s neck, holding onto the manifestation he was allowed.

The hands on his waist slid up over the slope of his back and upwards, crushing their bodies together in a mixture of frigid air and warm heat. A phantom caress and a solid body. Two mouths. Two minds. One heart.

When they drew apart, Yugi was panting. He wanted more but knew there was no possible way of obtaining that. The shine in his other self’s eyes mimicked that.

Their hands gradually fell away from each other.

“Wow,” Yugi finally broke their stunned silence.

The spirit chuckled lowly, eyes soft, the sound pulsing between Yugi’s ribs. “Yes. Wow.”

I tag @ironheartwriter and @book-keeper 🧡🧡

[mppmaraudergirl]

Snippet tag game

I was tagged by @possessingtheproperspirit​

tagging @annabtg​ @wearingaberetinparis​ @charmsandtealeaves​ @theresthesnitch​ if interested in sharing anything!

[practicecourts]

SNIPPET TAG GAME

thanks @itsjamespotter

not sure what the rules are here ;-) but i'm a rule breaking kind-a-girl anyway. This is an old thing I just found hidden in a doc.

Her bones tell her. They didn’t used to be able to, but now that she’s gone white-haired and brittle, they are hardly ever wrong. Her eyes seek something in the sky, a sign. There’s no sign. Only a falcon that flies across the fields. Before it can reach its nest it's attacked by crows. Her dinner goes cold as she watches. ***

His name is taboo, just like the first time. Like the first time, there is resistance still. The murder of many brave witches and wizards, in the prime of their lives, left a hole wide enough to swallow the black lake. This lake of loss does not stop those who were oblivious toothless children then, nor the cane bearing elders who still recall the last fight. If anything these losses fuel their wish to fight for parents gone too soon to remember, for children taken before their time. When the sign comes, she'll be ready to fight her last battle.

tagging with zero pessure & no rush because words are timeless @athenasparrow @annabtg @annasghosts @suzyq31 @oneofthesirens

[elisastales]

Snippet Tag Game

Tagged by @ash-mcj

Here’s a snippet of a multichapter i’m working on, there’s still a lot to do and this came up while listening to BIte by Troye Sivan.  I don’t have a title yet, maybe “Porcelain” but idk.

He looked up again, Theo’s eyes wide and glazy, as much as his own felt. 

“Don’t make me regret this”, he whispered, voice so fragile a wisp of wind would break it. “Please don’t let this come back and bite me in the ass, please don’t misuse my trust. I'm giving it all to you, but I'm begging-” Liam emphasized the word, his eyebrows meeting, “-please don’t hurt me. I'm pleading, Theo, don’t use me again”.

His voice was low and desperate, his fingers now curling in Theo’s jaw. He felt so vulnerable that a sneer, a laugh, a shrug, will completely disarm him. Leave him crumbling, humiliated. So he waited,  his heart feeling heavy and tight in his chest, as if every hurried heartbeat made it shrink more and more. 

Theo sighed, air leaving him in a rush with a pained sound as if remembering the past physically hurt him. He leaned his face into Liam’s hand, pushing against his palm gently, like a cat, his eyes fluttered closed. 

“I won’t. I swear I won’t”.

“Look at me then. Look me in the eye and say it to me”.

Theo obeyed, the green in his irises almost gone with how big his pupils were, but Liam was so close he could still see it, discerning the little patches of brown and blue. 

“I’m not playing with you, Liam. I will never do that again, I swear”.

His voice wavering as Liam searched in his features something that would make him feel off; a little twitch, a spark of something vicious in his eyes, but he couldn’t find anything more than the subtle plea of ‘trust me’ his eyebrows were giving. 

Liam placed his other hand on the side of Theo’s neck, thumb tracing the edge of his jaw. After what felt like a lifetime Liam nodded slightly, letting the doubt escape him as a blow of smoke while he leaned towards him, his lips grazing Theo’s when he spoke. 

“I believe you”.

Theo ate the words, pressing harder until their lips fit like a puzzle. Theo’s hands went up to hold him, fingers tightening in his arms to keep him close, a wiff of fear rolling out of him, fear of what? Liam didn’t care, he had choose to trust him and he’ll do it till the end. Their mouths moved slightly, as if doing something too fast would break both of them. And in a sense, it was like that, one wrong step and they were doomed.  

I’m not tagging anyone, whoever wants to do it can, but tag me cause I wanna see, please?

ps. 1 I left this in drafts and never actually published it, i’m an idiot

ps. 2 This was born from this thingy i made before 

[itsjaywalkers]

wednesday snippet !!!

thank you so much for tagging me to my lovely @buttfaceingtons @courfee @sixlane @214lilacsky (i've been tagged in a few of these lately and by a lot of ppl so just . take this one as me doing all the saturday sunday and whatever snippets <3)

“So?” Regulus questions after a moment. “Wrong,” is all that James says, his tone neutral.  Regulus does a double take. “Excuse me?”  “Wrong,” James barks again, his focus shifting from Regulus' body to his gaze. He crosses his arms over his chest. “How is it wrong?” Regulus demands, losing his stance just so he can properly scowl at James. “It just is.” James shrugs, always so nonchalant it makes Regulus sick. “Spread your legs a little wider.”

no pressure tags: @carniferous @stagpdf @static-radio-ao3 @foursaints @sugarsnappeases @xjustakay

(and with this i'm going to sleep GOODNIGHT <333)

[honeybcj]

thursday snippet

a little snippet from a jeggy idea i had. i have no idea if this will ever see the light of day, but if anyone wants to talk about it…hmm who knows, maybe i’ll turn it into something more. inspired by “as above, so below”. thank you @orbitfalls for the tag <3

James has lost people before. Friendships have extinguished, the licking flames of affection flattened down by time. And it’s okay—it always is. Somehow, even after the world’s biggest heartache, James has the ability to persevere. He’s dealt, in some capacity, with the passing of his parents. Of course, with age, comes the slower crawl towards Death’s open arms. Even in open caskets, eyes closed for eternity, James knew his parents were at peace.

Despite this, James has never been all too good at letting go of the things that are—were—his.

Six months of waiting, and nothing in return. For six months, James has sat waiting, illuminated by the harsh rays of sunlight pouring through the windows of his flat. To pass the time, he writes. He sketches and thinks and buries himself in work to keep the bitter taste from creeping up the back of his throat.

One day, Regulus would be back. He was too young, too important. He was too special, too pure. And maybe that’s why Death wanted him so badly—hungry for innocence and purity.

But the sad reality is, Regulus Black is not coming back. Instead, he waits on the other side of the veil, body buried six feet beneath the soil, rotting away with the worms and maggots. Until the day comes when Death welcomes James with open arms, James has to work.

Even if that means entering the chambers, he and Regulus spoke about for years. Even if it means James has to do it all alone.

His friends, the ones that have stuck around, keep telling him this job will kill him—it almost has on multiple occasions. However, it’s the driving force in James’ life. It was his little slice of Regulus that he desperately clings to. This was supposed to be their life, built just for them.

Even with the fear that fills his friends’ eyes, James will enter the catacombs, even if it’s the last mission he goes on.

np tags: @incandescentwarmth @soreddieforit @fromagony @itsjaywalkers @sixlane @messymoony

[abihastastybeans]

Snippet tag game

Thanks for the tag lovely @athenasparrow ❤️ This is another little bit from the February challenge - does this count as a snippet?😂 I don't think I can share more than this without making the story boring😅

Geoffrey Driscoll was a piece of work if there ever was one and Lily made up her mind to not get riled up by his antics for the sake of having a useful Defence lesson.

Featuring the one and only Geoffrey Driscoll

Tagging (no pressureeee): @annasghosts (because it's Geoffrey lol), @startanewdream @turanga4 @sweeethinny and whoever else that wants to share something!

[mariekavanagh]

Snippet Tag Game

Thanks for the tag @artemisia-black :)

Snippet from the next chapter of Circinus:

At any other time, Walburga might have winced at the crude manners of someone who did not knock and wait to be admitted before entering someone’s study. But this was certainly not any other time. Fuelled by the fire in her belly, she seized the brass handle of the heavy oak door to Arcturus’s study and flung it open with such fury that it swung all the way inward and collided against the wall with such a crash that the wizard himself dropped his quill in surprise onto the ledger it hovered over, splattering the pages with ink. 

“What the devil-!” Arcturus snapped in surprise as he jumped in his seat at his desk. He looked round wildly, his face twisting in annoyance as he laid eyes upon his daughter-in-law standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips. 

“What the blazes do you think you’re playing at?!” 

“I might ask you the same question”

Arcturus sighed in frustration, turning his attention back to his ruined ledger entry. He reached for his wand, held safe in its golden desktop holder, and tapped the parchment several times to vanish the ink puddles. 

“If you’re here simply to spout nonsense-” 

“I am here-” Walburga marched forward to stand before her father-in-law over the desk. “-to find out precisely why you think it appropriate to entertain my son’s ridiculous thoughts of that Potter child. And, more importantly, why you did not see fit to discuss any of this with me before involving whichever Ministry dogsbody you’ve had running about procuring information on the matter!” 

In the face of Walburga’s fury, Arcturus simply continued his task of clearing up his ledger, only deigning to so much as look up at her once he’d completed his task and set his wand back in its holder. 

“Well?” Walburga continued to rage  when she did not receive an instant reply to her demands. “Are you going to care to answer me? Or do you intend to simply continue sitting there like some imbecilic breed of-” 

“I do not see why you bother to ask me why I did not involve you in any of these developments, when you have answered them perfectly well yourself this very moment” Arcturus finally snapped. “This is precisely why I did not consult you. Because as always, you fly into an unsightly temper tantrum rather than pause for so much as a minute to consider which way might be best to proceed.” 

Arcturus’s brutal candour paused Walburga in her tracks. She stiffened, holding her breath as she processed his words. 

“I do not see how anything to do with that Potter child could possibly-” 

“Lowering your volume does not make you sound any less petulant, Walburga, be assured of that. Now, sit down. And if there is a shred of sense in any of these accusations you have interrupted my day to present me with, I may perhaps be willing to discuss them”

Seething, Walburga forced herself to stifle the growing urge to smash every one of the heaving trophy cases lining the walls of the room and slowly lowered herself into the chair, perching on the edge of her seat as though it might swallow her whole at any moment.

[heartofspells]

Snippet Sunday

Shhh, it was supposed to be Saturday, but eh. Thanks for the tag @quietlemonhush!

Tagging @fonkeloog @narcissa-black-supermacy @r33sespieces @msalexwp and whoever wants to play. Give us all the snippets!

Who wants more from the band AU? Yeah, me too.

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They all scoff down their curry hungrily when Lily returns, arms laden with bags that smell divine. Sirius' mouth tingles pleasantly as he leans back on the sofa, patting at his stomach once he's finished, listening as Remus and Lily discuss a book he'd found at the shop during their excursion, everyone avoiding the ending to that day for the time being. As they talk, Sirius catches Dorcas' eyes and motions with his head towards the hall. She lifts her eyebrows in silent question but stands to follow him to his room.

Once inside, Sirius sprawls over his bed and digs beneath it for a moment before he returns with the guitar he'd bought. Dorcas examines it as she settles down on the edge of the mattress beside him, not looking impressed.

"It's not much of anything, is it?" she questions in bemusement, glancing up at him, her gaze puzzled. "Why did you buy it?"

"I wanted it to have a good home," he murmurs, fingers drifting over the base, catching on the uneven spots in its finish. "Who knows how long it had set there? It doesn't deserve that. Thought I'd refinish it, paint it up nicely, give it new life." Sirius looks up at Dorcas, a small smile forming. "Think I might give it to Lily since James and I taught her to play. She'd like it, don't you think?"

Dorcas matches his smile, though hers is a bit brighter, her puzzlement clearing from her eyes, replaced by a shining sort of light that glows from her skin. "She'll love it. She loves anything from you," she says sincerely, reaching up to grip his chin between her thumb and index finger, "because she loves you, you incredible wanker."

Sirius snorts, tugging away from her grip gently. "You love me, too," he comments breezily.

"I do," confirms Dorcas without hesitation. She's quiet for a moment, her eyes dropping to the guitar in his hands. "You did scare us, you know? Lily was beside herself when she rang me. I could barely understand half of what she was saying. And then she sent me one of the videos. Marls and I watched it and we just – " Something flashes through her eyes as she stops, her fingers curling into her palms. "I'm sorry, Sirius. That happens far too frequently, even with us around, and it shouldn't."

Sirius shakes his head, settling the guitar on his other side before turning back to her. "It's fine, Cas," he attempts, reaching his arm around her shoulders, but she pulls away from his hold, her gaze sharp.

"It's not, Sirius. It is not fine. That shouldn't ever happen. It should never be okay or acceptable to do that to someone, no matter who they are," she expresses adamantly. "Please tell me you understand that, because if you don't…Sirius, you just have to know that. It's important that you do."

Sirius looks away from her, staring at a photo of all of them on his wall, taken right after they'd all joined back up for this endeavor. "'Course I do," he mumbles, "but it doesn't change anything." Dorcas stares at him with a muted sense of horror and Sirius shrugs his shoulders, his eyes settling in the space between them. "It doesn't. They're still going to grab and pinch and pull whenever they get the chance. I've been mass marketed as theirs. There's not much that can be done about that now. I love our fans, I do, Cas, but some of them think they have rights that they don't, but that's not entirely their fault, is it? Not when I'm offered up on a silver platter for their taking whenever the opportunity presents itself. Not when I'm splashed across magazines and photos on the internet, plastered onto billboards that tower in the sky for everyone to gawk at. Not when so little of who I am is really known that they get to create whatever version of me they want. Regulus has done his job well."

Sirius plucks at a fraying thread on his sheet, exposed on his rumpled, unmade bed, something Sirius never bothers with doing. Remus sometimes sneaks in when he's gone and does it for him, Sirius instantly messing it up again whenever he takes notice, much to his friend's chagrin and Sirius' delight.

"It shouldn't be that way," says Dorcas softly, her expression pained when Sirius glances at her before dropping his gaze again. "There's no reason for it, we all see that. I don't know why you keep going with it. None of us understand it."

Sirius shrugs once more, finally meeting her eyes again. "It's not his fault, Cas," he murmurs. "Regulus. He was just doing what he thought was best. And he's right, I did agree to it, because at the time it made sense, and it worked. Doesn't change the fact that I was young and bloody stupid for doing it because now I'm trapped. The backlash of a lie like that coming after all this time, the drop we would suffer…it's not worth it."

Dorcas leans forward quickly when Sirius turns his head, following his eyes, not losing their connection. "Isn't your happiness worth it?" she asks plainly, almost pleading. "You're miserable half the time, Sirius. You may think you hide it well, but you don't. I see it. So do the others. You sit back and watch us pair off, live our lives, your own brother finding his happiness and getting to flaunt it with James because of these shite rules he created for you to follow…where's the fairness in any of that? Don't you deserve that for yourself?"

"What makes you think I want it?" mutters Sirius, still trying to force his gaze away from hers, but Dorcas reaches up and catches his chin again, her grip firm but gentle, allowing for escape if he's truly desperate.

"Don't give me that fuckery, Black," she says flatly. "Maybe it was true years ago when you first made this agreement, but I don't buy for one second that it still is. I see how you watch Marlene and me, how your eyes linger on James and Regulus a little too long. You want it, and there's nothing wrong with that. You're allowed to let yourself have it, Padfoot, but you're going to have to fight for it."

Sirius slowly pulls out of her hold on him, turning his head away finally. He looks at the guitar beside him, beaten and battered, bruised so much that most would think it's beyond repair, but Sirius knows better. He thinks there's a metaphor in there somewhere, something aching and poignant, but he still can't land on it, his mind feeling ripped to tatters, everything seeping through the shreds of what once was, nothing clinging to life or taking root as it once had. He sniffs forcefully, a harsh gust of air blazing through his nose as he reaches for the instrument and settles it over his lap.

[violetsdaisy]

I was tagged by sweet @hikariandyamiblog to share an unposted snippet that I’ve written from a WIP of my choice so, here ya go 🤗💖

Plus One Chapter 6

“I wanted to tell you thank you,” Yugi said softly, after a bout of companionable silence where they just enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere.

Atem glanced over at him. “For what, exactly?”

A small smile touched his lips. “For doing all of this. You honestly didn’t have to. It has been wonderful spending time with my friends again and realizing what I was holding myself back on since my grandfather died. I don’t think I could have gone through with any of this without you.”

“I was only being there for you. As you asked of me.”

Yugi looked at him, finding his attention downcast at the sand as they walked. “But that’s the thing. I didn’t. I asked you to be my date. I didn’t ask you to support me, or make friends with my friends, or stay up with me playing a dumb game, or even offer up your photography skills. That was all you and I… I’ll forever be grateful.”

Atem made a humming noise before he threw a smile at him, their eyes meeting. “I’ve had a good time as well. Getting to know you… and your friends. It has been something I’ll never forget.”

[hrokkall]

Mama gave me music lessons,

now I play the saddest songs

[bigfootsmom]

tease/tidbit tuesday

I was tagged by the lovely and wonderful @devirnis, @smallandalmosthonest, @eddiebabygirldiaz, @tizniz <3 <3 <3

Here’s a little bit more from the helicopter crash fic (i promise they’re both gonna live…they just get a little tenderized first)

The space is cramped, Evan’s knees pressing against Tommy’s chest, but Tommy crowds in as close as he can get. “Hey, hey— Evan, c’mon, I need you to wake up.”

Tommy taps his cheek, smoothing his limp hair back from his forehead, spreading more blood across Evan’s skin. There isn’t even a flutter of his lashes, Evan’s head heavy between Tommy’s hands.

“Evan! Come on, you gotta wake up, kid.” Tommy can hear the hysteria creeping into his voice, the panic rising up the back of his throat.

Letting Evan’s head rest back against his shoulder, Tommy switches tactics, frantically tearing at the opening of Evan’s jacket. “Baby, don’t do this to me— come on,” Tommy begs, dragging his knuckles over Evan’s chest, the thin fabric of his cotton t-shirt bunching up with each rough swipe.

Evan’s face scrunches up, eyes rolling under his eyelids, but he remains a deadweight in the harness. “Come on, come on, come on—”

It has to hurt, the way he digs his knuckles into Evan’s sternum, but Tommy doesn’t stop, ruthlessly rubbing at Evan’s chest as he watches his face for any change. Finally, Evan shifts, lips pursing as he groans and Tommy feels like he could cry from relief as hazy blue eyes blink open.

“Hey— there you are! There you go, Evan. Good job, baby— that’s it,” Tommy encourages, pressing his palm over Evan’s chest.

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