#the hook up fic

[ebdaydreamer]

it's a bad idea (let's do it anyway)

9-1-1 - 16.9k words - Explicit - AO3

When the loneliness of missing Abby got too much, Buck headed to a bar. When Eddie celebrated finishing the Fire Academy, his Abuela took his son and told him to go enjoy himself. Neither of them expected the other.

Buck was still with Abby, Eddie was still technically married.

There was no way this could end well

OR

the hook up fic

he first time Buck went to a bar alone after Abby left, he lasted exactly 7 minutes and 22 seconds before he turned around and went back to her apartment. It’d been so long since he went to a bar by himself. He had always gone with the sole purpose of hooking up. But Buck wasn’t that guy anymore, he didn’t want to be. Besides, he missed Abby too much to enjoy himself.

The second time Buck went into a bar alone was 4 months after she left. He managed to have at least one drink this time. The words ‘I don’t mind, you’re young, do whatever’ circled around his brain. But when he finally worked up the courage to actually take in the people around him, guilt hit him like a tidal wave. He didn’t want to hook up anymore. How could he, when he’d had the real thing and knew how good it could be?

The third time Buck went to a bar alone, he was a fully-fledged firefighter. As much of a high as that gave him, he was still restless. That night was even worse than good old-fashioned horniness. That he could handle with his hand. His skin was itching, and he wanted to crawl out of his brain. He needed something stronger and more settling than himself. Abby had been gone for months, and they were talking less and less.

‘I’m just going to look,’ he told himself. ‘Maybe the rush of that will be enough.’

Then a dark, handsome stranger walked in.

Now, in his Buck 1.0 days, he was never picky. He’d sleep with anyone he had any kind of good vibe with. Yes, he mostly slept with women, but as far as hookups go, it was usually quicker and easier, and they were more likely to be more receptive. He’d dodged a fair few punches for flirting with the wrong guy before. Needless to say, Buck never saw himself as having much of a type beyond ‘consenting’ before Abby came along.

This man, it turned out, was his type.

Dark, fluffy combed back hair, neat matching stubble, clearly works out - he could see his biceps from across the bar and through his flannel shirt. Alone.

Buck was with Abby, but there wasn’t a chance in hell he was walking out of that bar without at least buying Mr. Wet Dream a drink.

Eddie wanted the ground to swallow him whole.

He was too much of a pushover when it came to his Abuela and Tía. He’d gotten his assignment, told when his first day of work would be, and they’d practically kidnapped Chris and thrown him out the door.

“Eddito, for once in your life, let off steam while you still can.”

So now he was in a random bar in LA, feeling even more lost than when he packed his life up in a car and moved states.

It was a weekday, so the bar wasn’t too crowded. There was a TV showing some kind of sport on one wall. Maybe he could just grab a drink or two and watch whatever game was on, then go home and try and get a full night of sleep for once.

He took a seat at the bar, and was about to grab the bartender’s attention when suddenly, there was a solid mass pressed up against his side.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

Eddie turned his head, ready to politely decline, but then-

Wow.

He had never used the word ‘pretty’ to describe a man before, but dear God, this must be the prettiest man Eddie’s ever seen.

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[in-my-loki-feels]

I can't stop thinking about pairing this guy:

with this guy:

Just something about the absolute goofball energy of the first, running into the megalomaniac energy of the second. I feel like President Loki would be all "I am here to rule and nothing's going to stop me!" and the Mobius variant would be confused but on board and also distracted by a dish on another table: "Oh yeah? Cool, cool, tell me more. Hey, are you going to eat that?"

ETA: I ended up writing a short thing for this idea. Adding a link here in case the one in the reblogs isn't obvious.

There is now a 4+1 expanded version up on AO3!

[incorrect-supercorp]

Alex: Imagine you and your partner are at a restaurant or at a shopping center, and you’re trying to figure out where the bathroom is.

Lena: Oh, Kara will not fuck me in a bathroom.

Alex: …

Lena: I’ve tried.

Alex: That is 100% not what I was going to ask you.

[junotter]

"go upstairs and wait for me"

[sunnysideprincess]

Steve and Tony meet at a bar. Steve's celebrating his lucky thirty and Tony's finally done with his third PhD. They are on the opposite sides of the room, both with a different friend group and when their eyes meet—sparks fly. Tony's swooning when Steve shoves him up against the car, orders the cab driver to take them to Steve's place: a modest two bedroom flat. Steve loves how sweet Tony is, how hot and bothered both of their bodies are. How they are both unwilling to let go of each other even when Steve has to open the door. How when Steve takes off his shirt, Tony follows suit. How Steve has Tony pinned underneath, touching his feverish, sweat soaked skin and wait—

"Are you okay," Steve asks in between, stopping his cold touches so suddenly that Tony mewls an embarrassingly high pitched sound.

"Yes! Why'd you stop?"

"Well, you're kinda hot."

"Only kinda," Tony huffs out a laugh, then frowns when Steve touches his forehead like his mama used to do. Worse, Steve backs off with a loud, exasperated sigh, hands on his waist as he stares him down.

"I think you're sick."

"I'm not."

Turns out, he is.

Turns out Tony might be the first one ever to end up taking a nap, drinking chicken soup and being mothered by his supposed hook up to get rid of his exhaustion induced fever.

[wolvesofinnistrad]

So who's doing the series rewrite where Tommy forgot something at the station and runs into First day on the job Buck and everything changes?

[spectral-snippets-and-drabbles]

Death Warrant!Au

When the rejuvenating, life-extending effects of ectoplasm to the dead and dying was discovered by planets across the stars, it triggered mass conflicts that left several systems obliterated beyond repair. Hundreds of Billions had migrated to the Realms in numbers that were never seen before by the residence of the dead. They had various forms of damage and disfigurement on their new forms as a result of the ectoplasm being weaponized and used on them. Their very beings were corrupted beyond repair with their minds significantly altered with highly specified obsessions.

• Peoples from the destroyed worlds being so afraid that they lashed out, ripping anything that saw them to pieces out of fear of being attacked.

A serpentine creature of the Realms eagerly stalking them and fed upon their cores to grow stronger.

• Soldiers of these races were hell-bent on continuing to fight and proceeded to attempt subjugate this dimension that was new to them. Their rage guiding them blindly as they left paths of destruction throughout the realm.

A beast, wrongly slaughtered in the early madness of an delicate fledgling world that happened to be rich with ectoplasm followed the warpath and basked in the rage.

Eventually, more creatures like them came to prominence as a result of these strange new victims. Being aspects of emotion that were born from the masses in the war.

The Ghost King during this time period could not sit idly by and watch these newly born ghosts run rampant and terrorize his kingdom. With a heavy heart and a weapon in hand, a call to arms was called and the purge of these beings began. It tooks thousands of years, but when the last corrupted ghost was destroyed, the King took to the realm of living and wiped away all traces of the Realms from the minds of the survivors with all recollections of this terrible war for ectoplasm erased from history.

As his rested his eyes one final time, before the Tyrant would cowardly claim his life, made a major, sacred declaration that all citizens was made:

• If any hostile, mutant ghosts were to be found, they were to captured and examined by the king's council to await judgement. If they are too dangerous to restrain and seek bloody violence, they are to be destroyed.

• Any scientists trying to use ectoplasm for endangering life were to be have their memories erased and put to the sword for their crimes.

• Anyone foolish enough to Defy Death using ectoplasm, the greatest violation of the laws in the infinite Realms, they were to be put to death as and immediately given their Second End.

~•~ ~•~ ~•~ ~•~ ~•~

When Pariah Dark, the Cowardly Tyrant King, is defeated and Danny fianlly takes the throne after a few centuries of training, the Observers hand him a compiled a list of names who violated these sacred laws.

They have him start with Earth and Danny's jaw hits the floor with what the charges he was seeing. He can already hear the chaos in the meeting room.

• Amanda Waller, Vandal Savage, Darkseid, Granny Goodness, a court of owls(?)...the list is long, and that's just Earth alone!

• Jack "The Goddamn Joker" Napier and a few of the more violent Rouges of Gotham are charged with Veil Destabilization.

Even Jason Peter Todd Wayne...the Red Hood!? Danny can probably work something with Jason, force him into therapy sessions (along with the whole damn family) with Jazz and a couple cleansing sessions and supplements from Frostbite...the others had to go...

The continued slaughter of the innocent, combined with the suffering they endured and the misery felt by Shades who couldn't move on was making the veil deteriorate at dangerous speeds. New pits would form across the city eventually as a result.

Lady Gotham has done everything she can to keep the madness from happening but she can't hold it back any longer. Her core is ready to shatter under the stress and is constantly in agony, but she won't abandon her knights, despite Danny's pleas to save herself.

There's a certain brigade of furry's who may or may not like this news but said brigade had no choice but to take it on the chin. They have children who Defied Death in their ranks and the Realms are not afraid to destroy anyone foolish enough to stop them.

• Lex Luther is charged with crimes against humanity. And several other violations in regards to unethical experimentation.

One sticks out to Danny.

Lex used Danny's stolen DNA from a stray core shard from the Guys in White, who he was was funding in secret, even after they were disbanded, to create a clone comprised of the Earth's resident Kryptonian, the bald bastard, and himself to kill and replace said Kryptonian...the guy who literally helps save the earth time and time again from doom.

...Yeah, Lex is undoubtedly, fucked beyond total comprehension. Anyone defending him was risking all-out war with the Infinite Realms.

But hey, at least Danny was finally having child of his own! The little tyke is only a few years old in the tube, Ellie's visits are far and in-between and Danny's status as a Halfa made him sterile and develop an embarrassingly strong case of baby fever.

He's sure the ghosts from Krypton would love to help out in raising Conner in case Kal-El wasn't really planning on being around the boy. After all, being cloned himself, Danny knows the emotional baggage that comes with being violated to this degree by your enemy.

He just hopes the guy can come around and accept the little guy...

[imreallyloveleee]

welp, that's it. jughead regrets not marrying betty. it's canon, i'm done

[ebdaydreamer]

wip wednesday

tagged by: @bidisasterbuckdiaz

*rises from the writing dead* hi guys!

so i finally started this last week, it's the sequel to my fic it's a bad idea (let's do it anyway), aka the hookup fic I wrote last summer

They had rules. Rule Number One: no more hooking up on shift. Eddie couldn’t believe he’d done something so stupid. But apparently, that wasn’t Buck’s first time. The adrenaline high was a powerful thing that they were just going to have to deal with another way. Unless they were at the end of a shift. Then they could high-tail it out of there. Rule Number Two: no one at work could know. Honestly, Eddie would prefer if no one knew, but, much to Buck’s mortification, they couldn’t undo Maddie walking in on them. Their colleagues were the priority. Buck was already wary about his reputation, and Eddie was still the probie. Besides, friends with benefits weren't anyone’s business. Rule Number Three: no more car sharing. Essentially just an extension of Rule Two, as Eddie was sure someone would notice if they kept leaving together. Rule Number Four: no staying the night. Eddie didn’t know how to explain that one without bringing up Chris, but thankfully, Buck now had his sister as a roommate, which complicated matters on his end, too. Honestly, Eddie was a little concerned that their next hookup would have to be in a car. They both had roommates that they absolutely did not want to be in the house when they had sex, and Eddie didn’t want to bring Buck to his place at all. That would mean talking about Chris. Talking about Chris would lead to a whole host of other conversations that Eddie just did not want to have with the coworker he was having sex with. Unfortunately for Eddie, that plan came falling apart along with the rest of Los Angeles.

tagging: @elvensorceress @bigfootsmom @eddiebabygirldiaz @honestlydarkprincess @wildlife4life @monsterrae1 @bucksbiawakening @loserdiaz (i feel like i've missed people but everyone's changed their urls since i last did this! so if you have something you want to share consider yourself tagged!)

[feroluce]

Lucid Dreamer (1/2)

part 2

Gepard notices that it's been. Quiet lately. Like weirdly quiet. TOO quiet. He hasn't seen Sampo Koski in almost a week, which is about the longest he's ever been absent. And he is NOT worried. He's not! So what if they've been getting along more lately! So what if Gepard sometimes looks for him in his favorite hiding places! So what if he's been dreaming about blue hair and green eyes! It's nothing!!

But they're….strange, these dreams. Gepard doesn't usually remember what he's dreamt. It's out of his mind seconds within waking up. But these stick with him, they won't leave him be, they feel different somehow.

He dreams of Sampo bringing food to the frontlines and eating breakfast in his tent with him. Sampo always sneaks him extras. He dreams of chasing Sampo through the alleyways, Sampo sometimes letting himself be caught, Gepard sometimes catching him, and trying to ignore how it feels more like a game now more than anything else. He even dreams that Sampo tags along with him on one of his few civilian days. Sampo runs errands with him, prattles about inane bullshit while Gepard picks out groceries for the week, drags Gepard into some bakery he's never been to but he thinks Serval mentioned once.

And sometimes, it feels so close to reality, that Gepard half expects to see Sampo, shamelessly swaggering into the frontlines with all the guards' breakfast like his wanted poster wasn't only recently taken off the walls of Belobog. He's disappointed when it's always someone else instead. He tells himself his disappointment is ridiculous and if Sampo wants to go prowl around the Snow Plains or wherever he is, then fine. It's not any of his business.

…But it IS his job to investigate any unusual criminal activity relating to the frontlines. And the frontlines are Sampo's usual haunting grounds, and this is unusual activity, and Sampo IS technically a criminal, so it is absolutely part of his duty to look into this - is what Gepard tells himself the entire tram ride down into the Underground.

Natasha tells him he's gone, and Gepard has to steel himself. He knew Sampo made enemies wherever he went, there are a lot of people who would love his head on a platter, but he didn't think-

Natasha corrects him that she means literally gone. As in off-planet. Sampo always leaves her a note before he goes anywhere, so she knows not to expect any supply runs from him. He should be back in exactly two weeks. Thank the Preservation.

Gepard goes back home. He waits.

The uneasiness doesn't leave him.

"Where did you go?" Sampo stops dead in the middle of some story about Seele, and how you'd think someone with as blunt a mouth as her wouldn't have so much trouble asking a woman out, even if that woman IS the Supreme Guardian, and stares at him. He nearly fumbles his cigarette.

"Ahaha, what do you mean, I'm right here?" Sampo smiles at him the same way he always does. Gepard has no idea why he asked. It just popped out. He can never tell when Sampo is lying, anyway.

"I don't know. I feel like I haven't seen you in a long time." Gepard idly mouths at his own cigarette. He almost never smokes, but he wants to ration their stocks of Blizzard Immunity, and it helps with the cold. It's seemed colder lately, for some reason.

Gepard flicks his lighter once, twice, sighs at the third time because a metal prosthetic and thick gloves make the damn things so difficult. Sampo reaches over and wordlessly kisses the end of his cigarette to Gepard's, lighting it. "Thank you."

Nothing happens for almost a full 30 seconds. Something churns behind Gepard's ribcage. Because Sampo never leaves a "thank you" hanging. This is the part where he gives his spiel about how helpful and kind he is and Gepard either brings up how long his rap sheet was before Bronya helped clear his name, or just stares deadpan because seeing Sampo squirm is weirdly satisfying.

"…I'll be back in one more week."

Gepard jolts awake in his cot, mouth dry and eyes bleary.

The hell.

The next dream he has, Sampo looks tired. Sometimes he seems normal. Sometimes he says strange things, like how he wishes he'd gone to some restaurant in Belobog. Ate his favorite food more recently. Brought something with him. Gepard asks why he can't do that now. Where would he bring something? Sampo only shrugs. His rebuttals have less energy.

Gepard doesn't know if he wants to dream more, or less.

He ticks down the days on his calendar. Natasha hasn't told him any different. She promised she would if she got any kind of message. Sampo returns tomorrow, from whatever vacation or seedy business dealings he's been off having. He is not excited about it. He is not looking forward to it. He's not!!

Gepard falls asleep late that night, unable to settle. He dreams again.

He's alone. There are tons of people everywhere, the frontlines are always crowded. But he's alone. They all pass right by him as though he were a ghost. Gepard starts to walk before he realizes his feet are even moving.

He checks the trashcans in the dead end alley. He checks the supply crates that someone always stacks too high because they don't feel like finding more space for them. He pauses to check the soldiers that march past him, watching their footprints in the snow.

He finally finds Sampo on the rooftop along the northernmost wall, the one that looks out over the plains, towards Everwinter Hill, towards where the Stellaron had once been kept. With a full moon and an entire land of white snow, Gepard can almost see clear out to the horizon.

"Found you." Sampo stiffens, and Gepard is almost prepared for him to sprint off the roof. He doesn't. But he doesn't relax either. Gepard sits down next to him and stares out at the wastelands.

"…I fucked up." It wasn't what Gepard had been expecting. Sampo never 'fucks up,' Sampo just gets into incidents that are entirely, supposedly, not his fault and that he just happens to always be within the vicinity of.

"What did you do now?" It must be really bad if Sampo is coming to the Silvermanes for protection.

Instead, Sampo ignores his question completely. "See out over there? Right on the other side of that mountain. There's a safe house that way. It's hidden under a lot of snow and dead trees, but it's there. And in that safe house is a box full of letters. I need you to deliver those letters for me."

Gepard's brow furrows. It's a weird favor to ask. Sampo would never tell anyone where his hidden safehouses were. It defeated the whole purpose of a hidden safe house.

Something is wrong, something is really really wrong.

Gepard turns back to look at him again and startles, all of his questions dying in his throat, because the entire left side of Sampo's head is suddenly matted down, dark and sticky, his skin is dyed red red red-

"In three more months, there's gonna be something big happening." Gepard grabs Sampo's hand and it feels slick and warm against his palm. "I won't be here. So I need you to do my end of things for me." Gepard tries to keep hold, but something is fading, something is slowing, the sun is coming up but the colors are all wrong, everything feels like encroaching fog, Sampo's hand slides right through his. "I was gonna come back with my mask to finish setting the stage, but…" Gepard makes a frantic grab for Sampo's wrist, the air twists, he comes back empty-handed. "They have you. And you're the Iron Wall of Belobog. So it'll be ok."

Gepard finally manages to find his grip, snatches the front of Sampo's dark wet jacket and yanks him forward to hold onto him, and this close up, he can see it better, his colors are bleaching out, leaking outside the lines as if Sampo will become part of the background, as if he's fading into the strange fog that's been closing in on them. His fingers are already starting to feel empty again.

"Wake up."

Gepard jolts awake, uncurls his hands from where they're fisted in the blanket, scrubs the dampness off his face. Breathes. Breathes. Breathes. Today is supposed to be the day.

He throws on his civilian clothes, and he goes down to the shipyard the IPC had built. He finds a spot where he can see every person that returns to Belobog, and he waits.

And he waits and he waits and he waits.

No one he recognizes appears.

[lavena]

Okay, I can't stop thinking about this. But in the 2007 tmnt some people headcannon Don and Mike being Twins and I SEE IT Or at the very least they are much closer with eachother than the other two. Look at this small scene.

Don and Mikey are in the back group, but when you look at them you can see they don't do anything without first checking in with the other.

Raph leaps off and immediately Mike wants to follow as you see him rock forward a little, but he immediately checks in with Donnie. Without saying a word the two of them check in with eachother and make sure the other is comfortable following Raph into that danger. They don't follow after Raph without thinking and they don't bother to check with Leo either. But before either of them makes a single move they make sure the other is alright with it. That just mean so much to me. Ita like Leo was gone, Raph was isolating himself and these two just made a pact to check in with eachother, they wouldn't do anything without first making sure the other is alright with it.

In that little scene you can even see don smile slightly and gesture down to Raph to make sure Mikey actually wants to go and wasn't just following their big brother. Mike nods and only then does Don jump down to follow Raph.

Just mwah. I love this movie so much and the appreciation for these two in it is lacking severely. I need to find more fics istg

[ghouljams]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8e9MJ7K/

Immediately thought of the cowboy!au. Honestly giving Soap vibes with this (almost) air of bravado and cockiness. Like this is a "look at me" moment, the male bird dancing for the female bird's approval.

Your fae and cowboy au live in my head and charge me rent.

This is what I was referencing in my Goose post!!! Literally this exact video had me thinking. Yes! Her and Soap break horses the same way. She taught him and he's never had a reason to do it any different, they're frequently called to other ranches to break problem horses.

Here's Soap doing cowboy shit. Ghost is a little jealous...

"You're gonna get yourself killed Johnny," Ghost tells him, hardly putting up a fight when Soap plucks the cig from his mouth to climb on the yet to be broken stallion. "I'm serious," Ghost pulls another stick free of the pack and lights it, "wait for Goose to get back."

"Dinnae need Goose, don't get your knickers twisted." He wraps the reigns around his hand just as the horse bucks. Ghost takes a long drag of his cigarette watching his ass leave the saddle.

Soap pulls the reigns tighter, gripping the back of the saddle with his free hand as soon as he's sitting safely. Ghost leans against the fence, watching the horse rear back and buck putting all its power into trying to shake Soap off its back. He's gotta admit, it's impressive the way Soap sticks to the saddle through pure strength. It's almost exactly like watching Goose.

He forgets sometimes how similar those two are. It's like working with the fucking wonder twins. Except instead of super powers it's the same jokes passed back and forth all day.

Soap's hips jolt forward as the horse gives a half hearted hop, trying to build power again. The horse backs up, hops, backs up, and bucks. Soap's arms tighten, musculature on full display in the Texas sun. He smiles around the cigarette, hardly bothered by the aggressive attempts on his life from the animal under him. Ghost taps some of his ash off the end of his cigarette and pulls his phone free of his pocket in case they need emergency services.

Eh, he'll take a video for Goose while he's got it. She'll wanna see Soap fall on his ass.

The horse takes the opportunity to race around the paddock. Ghost leans away from the fence, not eager to get Soap scraped off onto him. The horse has to be fumin' by now, and it shows, stomping its hooves and shaking its head when it stops.

"Got no one to impress here Johnny," Ghost calls out as the horse walks by him.

"Got you don't I?" He yells back, words mumbled around the cigarette in his mouth. The horse takes the opportunity of distraction to start bucking again. Giving its last wild and low attempts at dislodging its rider.

It's head shakes, its short hops stomp it's hooves against the dirt. It gallop-bucks, hopping and doing its best to be a bumpy ride. Soap sticks to it like glue. Barely moving save for the way his hips follow the motion of the saddle. It's the last burst of energy before the horse decides to mosey its way around, following the line of the fence.

Ghost sends the video Goose's way, gives Soap a second to ash his cigarette and take a decent drag. The horse huffs at both of them but keeps its composure well enough. It's past the bucking for the moment at least.

"Attaboy," Soap coos at the horse, it shakes its head, taking a few tentative steps back.

"Got another buck in you?" Ghost asks the horse, it seems to think about it before shaking its head again. Soap nudges the horse with his heels and takes it for a little trot around the circle, letting the horse lead where it wants.

"Naw he's brand new, got all his steamin' out." Soap trots around the circle, the horse getting used to his weight and the tap of his heels. "Who needs Goose?" He grins at Ghost, who shakes his head.

"She puts on a prettier show," Ghost snuffs his cigarette on the metal fence, careful not to flick the butt where a critter might eat it.

"I don't put on a good show?"

"Don't need me to tell you you're pretty Johnny," Ghost settles in flicking his cigarette at Soap, watching him tug the reigns to keep the horse out if the way. Soap rolls his eyes.

"Anno, plenty of bunnies to do it for you."

[mu3las]

my contribution for this @hxhbigbang23! it's my first ever participating, and I got to do an illustration for @maxiemumdamage 's amazing fic Coal Mine

speedpaint :]

[gasstationpopcorn]

[manitapaleta]

make a mock book cover for a fic with only one chapter out so far bc i’m a silly little goose

as soon as @calamity-unlocked posted this fic in the nark nation discord and i read the premise i got excited and this idea was floating around my head ever since lol

(everyone!!! read it if u haven’t already it’s a rockstar!nick x bodyguard!lark au and its really good)

vvv ao3 link and textless art below vvv