#//hope this is okay bby!

[kianlawson]

closed starter @samiraxiyer

After grabbing the box of cupcakes for his nephews, he thanked the cashier and turned back towards the exit. It was then that he spotted Samira and Maya entering Tasty Treats. A smile spread across Kian's face as he approached them. "Samira… Maya… Hi. It's so good to see you both," he greeted, giving Samira a quick hug. He crouched down to Maya's level, grinning at her. "And how's my favorite niece doing today? We still have to pick out a date to get you over for a sleepover with the boys." Kian ruffled her hair affectionately before straightening back up. "I was just getting some cupcakes for the boys. We should coordinate a time for me to have her while the boys are with me." 

[theoraeeken]

bucktommy / tevan prompt: drive, car/vehicle, hands

i literally cannot see the words "bucktommy" and "hands" and not instantly get weird about it so uh. sorry. if you're not into short, kinda horny oneshots. thank you for the prompt!!! <33

bucktommy / rated m / mild and implied sexual content / prompts open

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Buck never gets out of the city, these days.

That's an over simplification, of course. Sometimes he does. Calls out of the city. Assists out of county. But it's been a long, long time since he made it out of LA for anything fun. And, this? This is fun.

The early evening has made a painting out of the North California landscape, streaming past them like so many brushstrokes. A sky in pink and lilac, trees tops in black shadow. Tommy, pretty as a picture, pretty as he always is with his hands on the wheel and his eyes forward.

Jesus, Buck has never wanted anyone so much in his life.

"You're staring."

"You're gorgeous."

Tommy huffs, but doesn't tear his eyes away from the road.

"You know I could watch you do this for hours."

"You have been watching me do this for hours," Tommy reminds him, mouth a sly smile, "Except for that powernap you took after lunch."

"You want me to take the wheel for a bit, babe?"

The same smile that always crossses Tommy's expression when Buck callshim babe appears. It's a soft little thing, but it's one of his favourite things in the world.

"Nah, there's only an hour left. Besides, I wouldn't want to deny you your favourite spectator sport."

It's true, it is. Maybe not in the way that Tommy thinks, maybe Tommy doesn't get it at all, actually. Buck likes to watch him. Watch him drive, watch him cook, watch him shave. Watch him nap on the couch after along shift, watch him comb his hair back before one. The confidence in his walk, the set of his shoulders, the surety of his hands.

His hands.

The same hands that are on the wheel that have pulled people out of burning buildings have washed Buck's hair in the shower. They've piloted helicopters, and cooked dinner for the two of them. They've patched up burns and lacerations and concussions in the field, and touched Buck the way no one else has ever quite managed.

Tommy flexes his hands, palms sure on the wheel.

Something stirs in Buck, a sense memory tucked into the joints of his wrists, the swirl of his fingerprints.

Buck stretches out in the passenger seat, a pleasant warmth settling at the base of his spine, a tingling in his gut, his fingertips, his legs.

There's a little sweat gathered in the fabric at Tommy's collar, where it's trickled down his neck. There's a drop of it tracing a faint red mark there, just under his hairline. Too faded to show any trace of what caused it, but Buck knows it was his teeth.

Buck runs a hand up his thigh absently.

"Evan," Tommy says warningly, but there's a touch of amusement in his tone, too.

"What?" he says innocently.

"You know what."

"Nope," he grins, "You look good."

"You look like a distraction."

"You can handle it."

"If I crash this car, and someone phones 911, you do realise neither one of us is ever going to live it down, right?"

He knows. He can practically see Chimney laughing his ass off already, hear Hen cackling. They gave him enough shit when a photo of Tommy appeared in his locker, a perfectly innocent picture of his boyfriend passed out cold on the couch in Buck's apartment, Jee-Yun beaming wildly into the camera after a day at a waterpark. Tommy's not wearing a shirt, because it got wet chasing Jee through a splash field. It's in Buck's locker because it's a great picture. No correlation.

"You flew a helicopter into a hurricane, I think you can manage the I5."

"You didn't have a hard on in the helicopter."

"That's what you think," Buck grins. He does now, easy and eager to go, like he's eighteen again, dick on a hairpin trigger.

"You didn't get enough this morning?" Tommy asks wryly.

This morning was slow and easy, still under the covers with the early morning light coming down on them like a blessing. Tommy's mouth on his stomach and his fingers inside of him, pulling an orgasm out of him like pulling on a loose thread - unravelling Buck into an incoherent mess.

"That was like eight hours ago-"

"It was maybe five, at an absolute push-"

"-and you just look so good sat there-"

"-I'm not doing anything!"

"-and I want you," Buck says, chest going warm at the way Tommy's mouth snaps shut and a blush starts spreading across his cheeks, "the way I always want you because you always look this good."

"We're gonna crash on the I5 and there's gonna be a pile up, and they're gonna check traffic cam footage and see that it's because I swerved into oncoming traffic, and when they ask me what happened, I'm gonna have to say it's because-"

"We're not going to crash, Tommy," Buck laughs.

"-because my boyfriend is insatiably horny," he interupts, louder, before glancing over at him. His eyes drop down to where Buck is rubbing himself through his sweats and he groans, a deep rumbling thing in his chest that makes Buck jerk helplessly in the seat, "and because he looks so good right now."

The satnav on the dash says there's still ninety minutes until they reach their destination, which is damn near an eternity. The thought of being confined in this car with Tommy, in a nice fitting t-shirt and shorts that have ridden up to expose a slither of inner thigh, for more than an hour feels impossible. Buck grinds into the heel of his palm, images of them pulled over at the side of the road, pressed together in the backseat of Tommy's old muscle car, or Buck bent over the hood, or leaning against the driver's side door with Tommy on his knees in front of him- They bomboard his imagination like firecrackers, every one of them vivid and alive like memories rather than fantasies.

Tommy's hand shoots out like a gunshot from the wheel to clasp his wrist.

He didn't realise how close he was to coming until his hand stopped moving.

"Jesus, Evan-" Tommy breaths out, his fingers like a vice, chest heaving, "You're trying to kill me."

"Whatta way to go though, huh?" Buck slurs. His hips are still twitching, even as he steps back from the precipice of orgasm. Everything is still so close, so hot, so intense. Tommy's jaw is so tight the muscle is jumping under the skin, but he lets go of Buck's wrist to lace their fingers together instead.

It's probably not the placating gesture Tommy wants it to be, not now that Buck's so worked up, not when it's Tommy's hands that have him writhing in the passenger seat of this car, Tommy's everything, really.

"Evan."

"What?"

"Quit it," he says firmly.

Buck grins, "Or what?"

"Or," Tommy says easily, "Every time I catch you, I'm adding an hour onto how long I'm making you wait when we get to the hotel."

That definitely doesn't have the desire affect, or it does. Buck can't tell over the wildfire that courses through him, caught between the desire to chase relief as soon as possible, and drag whatever game they've stumbled onto here out for as long as he can. Whatever shows on his face makes Tommy laugh, pull his hand back and put it back on the wheel.

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(They make it to the hotel by the skin of their teeth, check in like a pair of maniacs on the run from the cops, then Tommy shows him just how serious he was about that three hour penalty by strapping his arms to the bed with his belt.)

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(He only makes it two and a half.)

[hottiehiei]

- Slow burn romance with Hiei PART 3 (Final)

Hiei gets a taste of his own medicine…

sfw, gender neutral, angst, fluff

read PART 1 and PART 2 for the full experience!

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𓆩⟡𓆪 Hiei continues to put up a wall, only this time, it’s stronger than ever. Somehow, the accidental confession only caused more tension. He doesn’t give you the cold shoulder like before, but things aren’t quite the same either. Conversations trail off into silence. Body language becomes stiff and closed off. Longing gazes turn empty.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Truthfully, Hiei feels embarrassed— ashamed even. He lost his composure at the sight of your tears. Now, he can’t bring himself to face you without the entire scene playing over in his head. He convinces himself that you’ll be better off with some other human. Someone that won’t make you cry.

𓆩⟡𓆪 The way he sees it, there are more negatives than positives. He’s a demon, a thief, unfit to be with you. He doesn’t know the first thing about love. The very thought of it makes him uneasy. What could he offer you besides trouble?

𓆩⟡𓆪 With all of these doubts floating around in his head, Hiei makes no attempts to rekindle the relationship, and you give up trying. One could only be turned down so many times before finally taking the hint.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Each passing day, you drift further apart. Your memories with Hiei fade into nothing but a distant dream, as if they never happened in the first place. Once friends, almost lovers, now strangers. There was nothing left for you two….

𓆩⟡𓆪 Yet— the minute you stopped giving Hiei attention, he suddenly felt ill.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Despite his avoidance, he looked forward to hearing you speak to him, or at least look in his direction. It was the only thing he could hold on to, a sign that you still cared.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Hiei watched from afar, irritated beyond belief. You would hang around everyone but him, smiling and joking like normal. He couldn’t remember the last time he saw you so happy. Surely Kuwabara wasn’t that funny.

𓆩⟡𓆪 To make matters worse, there was no need for Hiei to swoop in and save you anymore. After spending time with Shizuru, you picked up a few self-defense tricks. You were managing just fine without him.

𓆩⟡𓆪 At this point, Hiei is spiraling. How could you move on so effortlessly? When he tried to break away from you, he nearly lost it. Yet here you are, livelier than ever.

𓆩⟡𓆪 It wasn’t long before you felt a pair of eyes burning into the back of your head. You turned to meet his stare, fully expecting him to look elsewhere before you could catch him. But he didn’t. He wanted you to look at him. Who cares if it was just for a few seconds. He needed to look you in the eye.

𓆩⟡𓆪 Hiei wouldn’t draw attention to himself without good reason. His face remained stoic, but you suspected he was trying to communicate something. Holding his gaze, you waited with bated breath.

𓆩⟡𓆪 He walked away, but not before signaling you to follow with a subtle tilt of his head. Undeterred by his silence, you trailed behind him until no one else was around. Hiei only says one thing.

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

𓆩⟡𓆪 After days of not speaking, you would have liked some kind of explanation, but making any demands would shatter this moment. The only thing you can do is read between the lines. It’s unlike Hiei to be indirect. A hint of uncertainty lingers within his gaze. Seeking you out was a huge step, and he needs reassurance.

𓆩⟡𓆪 As long as you are willing to accept him, Hiei will do his best to keep you happy.

You nod to his question.

Hiei is silent for a moment, unsatisfied.

Just as your heart began to sink, he was standing directly in front of you, one hand cradling the side of your face and the other tracing your bottom lip.

"Use your words.”

He spoke so quietly you thought you misheard him, but the word yes came rushing from your mouth before you realized it.

Then he kissed you

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extra:

𓆩⟡𓆪 Hiei takes on the role as your “boyfriend” without formally asking you. He dislikes the word boyfriend, though. It doesn’t fit his taste. It’s too cutesy and teeny. In his eyes, you are his lover. This relationship is far more serious than your average romance. Hiei is attentive to your needs and knows more about you than he lets on. He would put his life on the line for you without hesitation.

𓆩⟡𓆪 A date with Hiei typically involves relaxing outside. It’s his ideal way of spending quality time with you. Chatting about trivial topics or napping while lying on the grass is perfect for bonding. If you aren’t afraid of heights, he carries you up a tall tree so you can admire the view.

𓆩⟡𓆪 In private, Hiei’s love for you is evident, but he’s still a smart ass. He occasionally pokes fun at you in a lighthearted manner.

𓆩⟡𓆪 His possessiveness jumps to a new level. He can freely interject when someone gets too friendly. No more glaring from a distance. He outrightly threatens anyone who gets too close. “I suggest you get lost or die.”

𓆩⟡𓆪 Everyone will start to assume you two are together— or at least have feelings for each other. Hiei doesn’t bother denying the rumors. If Yusuke or Kuwabara try teasing him, he simply tells them to mind their business. Handling those two is nothing, he’s used to the witty banter. However, they might catch him off guard with a suggestive joke.

[spinnysocks]

more tlg outlanders as memes

that last one is especially bc of this post hgfhfhg

i love doing these sm if you have any suggestions lemme know >:)

[alwayshinny]

Harry J. Potter - The One Where Sirius Never Came Back 😢

He knew he was gone, but he wrote a letter just in case and attached it to Hedwig's leg. She simply stared at him, as if she were gazing into his soul.

"Go on, GO!" he said, harsher than he had intended.

She stood there for a brief moment, then hooted and affectionately nibbled on his finger before taking off. Hedwig flew around aimlessly for hours and even checked 12 Grimmauld Place because she knew it was what her Harry needed at that moment.

[leviiackrman]

Had a surge of inspiration so enjoy Mineyo’s Completed Timeline!

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[hazalyildizs]

closed starter @falakxsiddiqui

Hazal browsed the latest bestsellers at Read it 'n' Weep when a book caught her eye. She picked it up, reading the synopsis about a woman who fell in love with her kidnapper—a ruthless mafia boss who just so happened to be her uncle. Her eyes went wide as she skimmed the details of their twisted romance. Okay, apparently they weren't blood related, but still... "What the—I wonder who would actually read a book like this," she mumbled under her breath, brows furrowed in disbelief. She quickly set the book back down on the shelf and took a step back, as if the novel might bite her. Shaking her head, she looked at the woman beside her and said, “some people do the most to sell books.”

[ariyacl]

closed starter @shivanixrao

Ariya sat across from Shivani at The Cozy Cup, enjoying a caramel latte. She didn’t get to do this often, but when she was free, she sometimes would go out to spend time with her friends. "It's so good to see you again, Shivi. I feel like it's been ages since we last caught up. You need to tell me what you’ve been up to lately? Still hanging out with that rich best friend of yours?" She asked, a cheeky smile on her lips. It wasn’t like she didn’t think it was possible for the opposite sex to be best friends. In this case, it felt like there was more.

[chemblrish]

Hi, I wanted to ask you how you stay motivated to study?

Right now I give myself a gold star for every hour I study, but I am worried that it will lose its effect at some point.

Thank you :)

Hi!

Honestly... I don't. I'm definitely not motivated all the time, because motivation is capricious and fleeting. I do believe that it's very helpful to have clear goals ("I want to get at least x% on this test - for a specific reason or my own satisfaction") and an interest in the subject/ topic at hand, but I wouldn't recommend relying (solely) on motivation. Instead, I think it's a matter of having the right mindset and staying disciplined and consistent.

So for example, I can't say I feel motivated to study on a Saturday morning - but I've built up a routine: I finish my coffee, sit at the desk and begin. Then I often go for a walk. I come back home, eat, make myself my second cup of coffee and get back to studying. It's what I (almost) always do and it's not something I need motivation for. It's a habit. My Sundays look nearly the same.

I kind of created this habit of come home after classes -> eat -> coffee -> start studying in high school and I still do it now that I'm in uni (save for the days when I finish classes very late). Some days I feel seriously unmotivated. Thursdays for example - pchem seminar often decks me - but I have a habit: I come home, eat, get some coffee and study (but maybe not pchem. Why make myself feel even more miserable? No, seriously. I study something else. Pchem can wait until the next day when I'm not feeling drained by it anymore and it's a ✨tip✨ I recommend).

Don't get me wrong. I'm not a perfect straight-A student. If I find a certain class particularly boring/ badly-taught/ useless, even I can't force myself to work extra hard 😅 I had pretty garbage grades in IT for chem bc I'm awful with computers. But more often than not, it's habit and not motivation that makes me sit down at my desk.

(+ngl... The siren call of academic validation... My thesis supervisor has unwavering faith in me that I think is totally undeserved and I don't want to let him down, so that definitely pushes me to work harder. But you didn't hear that from me. That's actually a very bad technique 😳)

[noahhwcng]

closed starter @benjicho

location: fright fest

Through the crowd at Fright Fest, Noah spotted Benji near Dracula's Castle. Zephyr and Lyra pulled at his sleeves, their small fingers pointing at every performer who walked by. Making his way past groups of people, he kept his eyes on his friend, taking in his appearance. "Benji," he said with a smile. "Good to see you up and about." His gaze stayed on his friend's face, noticing the differences from before. "The kids wanted to check out the haunted houses, but I think they're still deciding if they're brave enough," he mentioned, looking down at his twins who were talking amongst themselves, their eyes following a vampire that walked past them. "How are you holding up?"

[kianlawson]

closed starter @amosdeleon

This might come as a surprise, but I need to tell you something and I hope you don't hate me. The other day, Armi came to my place and suckered me to adopt a pup. We ended up kissing and now I think she hates me. I didn't seduce her or anything, it just happened. I have feelings for her, man. If you're going to punch me, just get it over and done with. I deserve it.

[callumbabe]

it’s insane to me that both times callum connects to an arcanum it deals with rayla being in harms way (primarily number 1), him using dark magic and internally realizing/understand the way of the arcanum … (hope tHat made sense)

I LOVE IT 🤭

[irzaozer]

closed starter @nicolemcrtin

location: the country club

He wiped the sweat from his brow, squinting against the sun's glare. A bemused chuckle escaped him as Irza glanced at Nicole, shaking his head. "You know, I'm starting to think golf isn't exactly the relaxing pastime everyone claims it to be," he remarked, leaning on his club like it was the only thing keeping him upright. "I mean, who in their right mind thought chasing a tiny ball around under this scorching heat was a good idea? I'd much rather be back in the office with the AC blasting. At least there, I don't have to worry about sunburn or sand traps." He took a swig from his water bottle, grimacing as the warm liquid hit his parched throat. It was about as refreshing as licking a cactus.

[somewhereincairparavel]

cynthia it's not even been a day since u deactivated and I already miss you like crazyyy :((

[amosdeleon]

closed starter for @shivanixrao

location: his beach house

timeline: before the pride event

"Wow, we made it home so fast." Amos almost slurred his words out as he climbed out of Shivani's car, his vision just a little blurry. Nothing really new for someone that was considered a party person. But definitely a lot to handle when he was trying to not lose his mind about the current state of his life. Amos thought he'd been handling things well enough, but he definitely wasn't. Finding out about being a father had him spiraling. One day he understood what it means, other days, like today, he was out of it. And to quote his dads earlier that day, it was time for him to get his shit together. Naturally for him, that meant get shit-faced and rescued by his very nice ex. As he stepped inside his house, Amos led Shivani towards his living room. "I promise I'm okay, Shivi. There's only like two of you right now looking at me. It could be worse." He chuckled, clearly drunk. "Just having a little bit of fun before I have to put on my daddy pants on. Oh, did I tell you that already? Yep. Me. I am now a dad." Amos laughed at his own words, plopping himself down on his couch. "Can you believe that?"

[hazalyildizs]

closed starter @alcrayildiz

location: Lincoln Park

Hazal grinned as she and Alara strolled through the vibrant Pride Festival. Rainbow flags fluttered everywhere, and the air buzzed with excitement. They'd just grabbed some drinks from a vendor when she spotted the volleyball tournament. "Look!" She nudged her sister, pointing at the players. "Wanna check that out?" As they headed over, she tripped over a stray beach tennis ball and to stop herself from face planting, she grabbed her twin’s arm—her face burned bright red. "Where did that ball come from? I swear I'm not drunk," she laughed, "I just had that one drink.” After regaining her balance, she turned back to Alara and asked, "Now you have to tell me what you've been up to."