#<-it is NOT wednesday but this is a snippet i’m sharing sooo

[willow-lark]

Squealing because that snippet you posted with Kaz and Jesper and Wylan (for the Orpheus and Eurydice AU) is DIVINE and I'm so excited to read more! I just finished CK and the book hangover is so real.

nonnie omg!! thank you so much 💕🫂 i am having an absolute BLAST writing this and i cannot wait to share it. and the book hangover really is so REAL, i only read soc & ck last september so i am SO late to the party but i just want more 😔 but that’s what fic is for i suppose!

and just for you, a few sentences i wrote today 👀😏

[daffi-990]

WIP Wednesday 🌃

Tagged by @diazsdimples & @tizniz. Thank you lovelies 🥰

I wanna be working on Rivals sooo bad but the beans have switched their attention to LA Lonely so I’m rolling with it!

Prev snippet here

Buck clears his throat and licks his lips, unable to tear his eyes away from Eddie’s darkening gaze. "Do you wanna get out of here?"

“Yes.”

They share an Uber and head back to Buck’s loft, Buck’s hands itching the whole drive to reach across the backseat and touch, but knowing once he starts he won't be able to stop.

Eddie pays before Buck even has a chance to pull out his phone, saying that Buck paid for their drinks so it’s only fair Eddie pays for the ride. And something so simple, so small, shouldn’t leave Buck a little stunned and speechless but it does. Because Buck has done this dance before (many times actually) - picking up a stranger, buying them drinks and taking them home - but none of them had ever offered to pay for anything. Not even a fake move to pull out their wallets or phones. And don’t get him wrong, Buck likes paying for his date/hookup, but to have someone else want to take care of it (take care of him) … it feels good.

“Buck?”

Eddie is looking at him, eyes shimmering from the glow of the streetlight and Buck is struck again by how beautiful he is.

“Yeah, sorry, I’m coming.”

They manage to keep their hands off of each other on the elevator ride up but as soon as the door to Buck’s loft is closed, they’re on each other - mouths meeting in a messy and desperate kiss, hands fumbling with shirt buttons as they clumsily make their way up the stairs to Buck’s bed.

Eddie pushes Buck back onto the bed and then plasters himself on top of him, grinding his hips down as he kisses along Buck’s jaw to nip at his earlobe.

“How uh - how do you wanna do this?” His breath is warm against the shell of Buck’s ear, causing goosebumps to prickle at his skin.

If Eddie had asked Buck back at the bar, he would’ve seductively purred into his ear about how much he wanted to fuck Eddie into the mattress, pulling such beautiful sounds from him. But now with Eddie’s solid weight pressing down on him, the hard line of his cock against Buck’s own, his answer has changed.

“Want you to fuck me.”

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[gluion]

[TEASER] finger trapped (ripped to its seams) ➵ ji changmin

ji changmin x reader

with an unexpected reunion, you and changmin relive the memories of cheongju—and confront what could’ve been between you two.

inspired by ➵ "seasons" by wave to earth, the last five years

general genre/warnings ➵ friends to almost lovers, angst, fluff, the last five years story-telling method aka present will be told going backwards while past will be told moving forward (i hope that makes sense), missed chances, unexpected reunion, keeping secrets & lying, hurt/comfort, jealousy remains but love triumphs, tiger parents, journalist reader (u kno i had to do it), reader is a nerd and changmin is a student-athlete, kms jokes from jongseob (all /lh), finger traps aren’t efficient after all

word count ➵ est. 10-15k [now available! read here]

playlist ➵ end of beginning by djo // high school in jakarta by niki // i know it won't work by gracie abrams // no big deal (i love you) by dodie // keeping tabs by niki // no one knows by stephen sanchez & laufey // so what now by renee rapp // i wish i hated you by ariana grande // the 1 by taylor swift // seasons by wave to earth

a/n ➵ shhhhhhh.... i know that i'm still writing this but a lil motivation and accountability goes a long way SOOO !!! this is just a lil teaser for the upcoming jichang fic for the deoboyznet event <33 thank you again to my lovely @hcuyk for beta reading !!! (i've only written 1/4 please understand.) but i'm dedicating this to my lovely @sungbeam whose love for changmin is one i'll forever feel even to my ribs and @wavesmp3 who forever remains an inspiration in the way i write </3 plus, i've posted these snippets anyway so :P if ure interested in this fic, feel free to ask to be part of the taglist for this! and dont forget to always leave feedback <3

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it’s a late night on a tuesday, about to be a midnight wednesday, and you’re in a convenience store as you scout for your dinner. all hauled up in the newsroom, the idea of ordering food during a time where restaurants would still be open slipped your mind. now, you’re left to scan through the same options you’ve eaten for the past years since you started living in seoul.

the convenience clerks are familiar with you, both kim jongseob and kim jiwoo. with your constant late-night meals at the store, you’d talk to whichever one had a shift. jongseob is saving up to upgrade his setup at home to record more music. with all the stories he shares about his time in underground rap battles along with the short verses he’s performed for you, you’re positive that he’ll get signed to a label soon. as for jiwoo, this is one of the many jobs she has in order to save enough money for fashion school. you’ve seen her sketches and outfits she’s put together and you’re hoping that she’ll get accepted.

a sigh leaves you. you didn’t have a problem with eating the food here but you were craving for something new in your life in seoul. the perpetual cycle of eating takeout food and unconsciously skipping meals for work needed to be disrupted just for a moment. but you weren’t seeking michelin-star food—all you wanted was home cooked, something from home.

the spice of tteokbokki, the burn of freshly fried hotteok, and the sweetness of homemade peach iced tea—mr. kim’s convenience store had it all.

your tastebuds long for cheongju.

“planning to beat your record of spending 23 minutes on deciding what to get?”

you roll your eyes before looking to your right, seeing jongseob stocking up the drinks in the fridge. “i hate you.”

“what? i’m just saying, you’re taking a lot longer to decide today.” he chuckles before placing the last bottle of sweetened probiotic milk in the fridge. “none of the options look good to you?”

“sort of,” you hum before you scan through the aisle of packaged meals. “i think i’m craving for something different.”

“i get it. the food here can get boring, which is why i’m planning to order pizza if you want to split the costs.”

your eyebrows shoot up at jongseob’s suggestion. “really? you’d share pizza with me?”

“yeah, as long as you pay for your share.” he shoots you a smile before grabbing on a trolley carrying empty boxes. “unless… you want to pay for the whole thing.”

you bite back a smile as you shake your head. you should’ve known the guy would ask you to buy him food, but you knew that he needed the money and you at least had a stable income to keep you comfortable. “fine,” jongseob’s smile grows as you fish out your wallet from your pocket and pull out a couple of bills. “just order enough for us two.” 

“of course,” he says as soon as you hand him some money. “i’ll make sure to order the most expensive thing on the menu.”

you scoff at his joke. “just make sure to treat me to something.”

the bell by the door chimes. “sorry, can’t hear you over that! need to attend to a customer!” jongseob quickly runs away from you while dragging the trolley. that little shit just knew how to press your buttons, but you love the kid, anyway.

still, you stand in the middle of the mart and your heart longs for home.

then, you shut your eyes, and you’re transported back in front of the familiar aisle filled with bags of potato chips and sweet corn. the noisy fan along with the soft sounds of mr. kim’s korean drama fills your ears. a mix of yellow and orange hues paint every corner of the mart, including you—and you’re not alone.

your best friend stands on your right, wearing the unbuttoned school uniform polo over a tank top along with jogging pants. he’s lost in thought as he scans through the options of snacks you two can have for today’s afternoon. he starts to giggle to himself, probably from a silly thought he’ll share with you in the next second or a memory involving you, and the dips in his cheeks appear—your heart thumps in your ears.

and just like how quickly you were transported back to cheongju, your surroundings transformed into the cool-lit convenience store found in seoul. all you have left is the image of him bathed in the sunlight.

but he fades away like the ink on old receipts, never gone, because the glowing image of him warps into a different version who stands next to you in the cold mart. he’s grown a few inches taller and his hair doesn’t get in the way of his line of sight. while he wears a green sweater, you notice that he’s gained some muscles. his eyes scan through the aisle behind you filled with different brands of instant ramen.

but he bites the inside of his cheek, and his dimples appear.

it’s a tornado that brews within you, enough to uproot trees and displace buildings, all because of an unexpected reunion with changmin. why did the universe decide to bring two ex-best friends on a random tuesday night? what brings him to the convenience store at the same time you’re there? and why did it have to happen a day before the interview?

you weren’t going to commit the same mistake; keep your eyes off of him and make your way out of the store. it didn’t matter if you had an empty, growling stomach, or gave free money to jongseob. you need to leave without the distant, familiar face noticing.

your feet act fast, and you're almost certain that might’ve caught his attention, but it didn’t matter as you see jongseob standing behind the cashier with his phone out. “i just ordered the pizza. it should arrive in about… 20 to 30 minutes.”

“yeah, about that…”

“don’t tell me you’re taking your money back.”

at the sight of jongseob’s pout, you roll your eyes. “no, keep it. i just—i need to go.”

“what? why?”

you peek behind you. it seems like he didn’t recognize you, after all. “i’ve got… work!”

“but don’t you only have your interview with the bo—”

“hey!” your fingers snap at him. “you cannot—i mean, you just… just take the goddamn money.”

“but we’re supposed to share the pizza. you haven’t eaten.”

an exasperated sigh leaves you. “jongseob, just treat me next time. i can eat at home.”

and you’re ready to leave the convenience store, bid farewell to jongseob and a delicious pizza made for two, and never greet or say goodbye to the living fragment of what you last know of cheongju—

“y/n?”

and the plan failed.

when you meet his gaze, you’re able to take in the different version of him. he’s grown so much—it’s such a pain that you weren’t there to witness it. his eyes are a pool of emotions; you can’t identify them.

all it takes is one breath from you. “changmin.”

a beat passes.

“i’m just gonna… go through the storage,” jongseob points his thumb at the back of the mart, “and maybe kill myself afterwards. i don’t know.” before you can protest, he’s already gone. (and he still has your money. that fucker.)

taglist ➵@winterchimez @miusgirl @jenoscafe @sweet-unicorn-world @mosviqu @vernyangel @stealanity @deobi0412 @blue-rainydays @maessseongs

[almightyshadowchan]

Sooo uhh, remember how I said I was hoping to have my next fic finished before the end of the year? Yeahhh turns out I’m a lying liar and it's still not done yet 🤡

Will you forgive me if I share a lil snippet of it for WIP wednesday?? :3

Working title (might change): Corona

Summary: Sasuke comes out. Naruto has questions.

[vanillahigh00]

WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tags @stereopticons and @hgejfmw-hgejhsf!! I really appreciate you! 💜

I'm trying to organize my WIP list and really appreciate all the asks about my WIP list, but for now, sharing a Schitt's Creek snippet that I may will edit later from Secretly Admiring You.

David hesitated before entering the cafe, attempting to tamp down the smile covering his face. The last thing David needed was an interrogation as the reason for his expression of happiness or to be the latest subject in the rumor mill. A couple of deep breaths later, he opened the door stopping at the counter. Twyla turned toward David handing him a white paper bag and a cup. 

“Here you go David. Enjoy!” She squealed. 

David wrinkled his forehead as he studied Twyla’s offering. “Twyla, I didn’t order ahead. What’s this?”

“It’s your usual. Look in the bag. I think there’s a note.” Twyla replied, the smile not leaving her face as she disappeared toward another table.

Curiosity bit David as he sipped the warm liquid. He opened up the bag and found a note. 

I know you don’t notice me, but I definitely notice you.

Thank you for making me smile again.

I hope this caramel macchiato with skim, two sweeteners, and a sprinkle of cocoa powder accompanied by this chocolate chip muffin makes you smile! :)

Your Secret Admirer

Xoxo

No pressure tagging in case you have anything to share. I apologize if you already posted and I missed it: @apothecarose @blackandwhiteandrose @chelle-68 @dinnfameron @demora00 @designatedgrape @edie4711 @hullomoon @hippolotamus @jettestar @leofdaeg-sand @lizzie-bennetdarcy @missgeevious @mudbloodpotter05 @ohhhelloyou @obsessedwithdavrick @sspaz1000 @statueinthestonetoo @smblmn @seadeepy @simplymarleycat @themelancholyvegetable @trueillusion82 @vamprayne

Some of these tags may be late because I’m learning I’m tumblr illiterate. I’m sooo sorry!! 😭

[chibi-tsukiko]

Happy W&D Wednesday, lovely 💝 I live for your updates! This Tiktok one was particularly brilliant, I have to say!

May I have a funny snippet of yours? Extra kudos if it’s Hein related 😍 but everyone of them is fine! I could use a little laugh today, tomorrow will be a stressing day 🙊

I still miss OCtober and reading your snippets every day 😭

Hi my love! I’m so happy to hear you liked the TikTok’s!!

Humor is sooo subjective, but this is the first scene that came to mind. Whenever I’ve shared this scene with my brothers they have laughed and it always makes me smile when I think of it😊

Takashi & Hein have just left the Han castle to start their journey together :

“Master?” Hein asks, “Is there something wrong?”

“No, nothing. What is it?”

“I found a stream up ahead,” Hein says, pointing north. “It’s just down the hill.”

Takashi nods, making his way down. Hein follows close behind him.

“You don’t have to keep calling me that, you know.”

“Hm?” Hein hums

“Master.”

“Would you prefer ‘Prince’?”

“No,” Takashi says, scrunching up his nose.

“Your Highness?”

Takashi shakes his head.

“Your Grace?”

Takashi nearly gags.

“How about…” Takashi raises his hand, cutting Hein off. He doesn’t miss the slight wince or the way Hein’s body tenses. He quickly puts his hand in his pocket and turns to face him.

“How about what I told you to call me when we met? What I’ve always told you to call me.”

Hein blinks as if he doesn’t remember.

“Takashi. Just Takashi. Understand?”

Hein smiles, “Yes, Master Takashi.”

Takashi sighs, “We’ll work on it.”

———-

Basically ⬇️

Takashi — say hi to me. Say “hi Takashi”

Hein— “Hi, Master Takashi.”

T— no no no. Ok repeat after me, hi

H— hi

T— takashi

H— Takashi

T— “Hi Takashi”

H — “Hi Master Takashi.”

T — 😒

H— 😇

Lol! Idk if this made you laugh, but I hope it at least made you smile! Take deep breaths for tomorrow and remember that you are amazing, brilliant, gorgeous, and a Queen!!!

I love you very, very much!! 😘😘😘😘

[stormikins]

WIP Whenever

It might not be wednesday or the fourth but it is sith thrusday sooo here’s a very rough draft of my Jedi and clone oc getting into a sith temple

@chronic-ghost heres a snippet cause i really want to share smth with you and thank you for encouraging me with this!

At the beginning of their hike, he had noticed lots of different animals and avian species. The avian especially were loud with their shrieks and calls. He spotted numerous flocks and individuals flying around and animals scurrying up the planet’s trees.

 But as they get closer to their destination, the fauna becomes less apparent, the flora starts to get duller. It’s to the point where when they finally get to the temple, there’s no animals, no sound expect the wind. The flora is drooping, and dull, looking old and worn.

 The plants closest to the temple are dead.  

The temple seems to be in a cliff face. There’s a large triangle cutout, all straight lines and the cave leading into darkness. There’s two triangular pyramids on either side of the entrance jutting out from the cliff face. Text is engraved on the bases of them.

 The closer they get to the cave the more he feels something pressing against him. Likes it’s urging him closer and yet away at the same time, something surrounding him. Unease spikes throughout Blink, and he feels liked he’s trudging through mud.

 Tade only stops to look at the engraved text, crouching down to read it.

 “What does it say?”

 She shakes her head as she stands. “Nothing nice. Just a warning to stay away.”

 “A warning we’ll ignore.”

 She smiles as she walks past him, into the cave. “Of course.”

 He flicks on his helmet lights and Tade ignites her lightsaber, filling the space with its humming. It’s then that he realizes it was completely silent. He couldn’t hear the wind anymore. He scuffs his boot along the floor and takes pleasure in finding that he can hear that.

 The stone is still the same as the cliff face. There are carvings etched into the walls, murals of battles it looks like. He can recognize the lightsabers the people wield and there are many different… beasts. He hopes they aren’t in this temple because one of them looks like it can swallow him whole.

 Tade notices his staring.

 “They’re most likely depicting the people who built this temple. And their affiliates if they had any.” Tade stops to look at a scene. There’s two people who appear the most, the sith of this temple he supposes, fighting an army. And winning. “Hmm, this might be the battle of Egul.”

 “Egul?” He repeats.

 “Yes, on planet Aikroth. The sith wanted the mine for its kyber and the occupants fought them. The sith won.”

 They move on after Tade’s impromptu history lesson. The cave starts to slope but retains its triangular shape. There’s light ahead and when they reach it there’s a small platform extending into an enormous cavern in the mountain. He flicks off his helmet lights and Tade clips her saber back to her belt. There's a whole in the top of the mountain, allowing sunlight to shine through.

 In the middle of the cavern, is the temple, sitting on a natural platform. The ziggurat is large and made of black material. It’s imposing and the pressure has only built the close they’ve gotten deeper.

 Tade hasn’t shown any symptoms of the feeling, but given what she’s told him, she would be used to foreboding feelings.

 There’s no bridge, but there’s large pillars at the same level as the platform they’re on. There’s a dozen of them, spread out like stepping stones, albeit very far apart. Too far for him. He sighs as he realizes he should have brought a jet pack.

 “Looks like that’s our way across,” Tade states.

 “How exactly?”

 “I believe I can make the jump but I’m gonna have to throw you across.”

 He takes that in for a moment. He hasn’t had a Jedi use the force on him before. Should be fun. “What do you need me to do?”

 “Every time I lift you, tense up. And don’t panic. You ready?” He takes a second to secure his gear before nodding to her.

 She lifts him.

 It’s like he’s back in zero-g training, floating and weightless. His stomach swoops and then he goes hurtling through the air. He almost whoops in excitement. Flying was always a fun time for him.

 He lands less than easy, hitting the pillar on his knees but he doesn’t care, a grin has made its way across its face. He doesn’t exactly like the fact that someone can just control him like that, but he has to admit that that was fun.

 “Sorry,” Tade’s voice sounds in his ear. He pushes himself up and turns to face her.

 “Don’t worry about it.”

 She doesn’t respond, and he watches as she takes a couple steps backward before running and leaping. She goes high in the air. Her robes flap and whip around with the force of it but the sight is… definitely something.

 Its then that he sees it though. She’s too short.

 “Tade!” He shouts, heart seizing. He flings himself to the edge of the pillar. She’s already too low so he can’t grab her as she goes crashing into the side of the pillar. She’s clinging on though, thank the force. He carefully ignores the fact she’s dangling above a dark pit.  

 “I’m okay,” she wheezes into her comm. She starts climbing. Once she’s close enough, he’s heaving her up and over the side. “Thanks.” They stand together and he just squeezes her forearm.

 “I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to land on it, not crash into it.”

 Tade huffs as she scowls at the next pillar. “It’s almost out of my reach. This was made for two people, remember? The dyad must have propelled each other across to the pillars.”

 “Are there going to be more things like this? Where both people have to use the force?” Her face just scrunches up further. So he’ll take that as he does. Yes.

 “Most likely. We’ll figure out a way. If I can go through buildings made for multiple people, we can do this.” She claps his shoulder, hand on his pauldron. We.

 “You gonna be able to make it to the others?”

 “Yes. You ready?”

 “You bet.”

 He feels better this time around. He equates it to piloting a jet back but all he has to worry about is landing. This landing is better than the first, only stumbling instead of falling.

 Tade manages to go higher this time. Instead of going as low as she was before, she's higher up, clinging to the side. Thankfully she’s already close enough for him to grab her.

 They continue the process, her throwing him in the air and him pulling her up when she falls short.

 Soon enough, they reach the entrance. The feeling’s intense here, getting stronger but he can power through. It makes him grind his teeth. He can’t imagine how Tade is fairing. She’s got to be feeling the same thing as him, but is it worse for her? Can she feel something he can’t?

 “Once we go in, it won’t be easy to get out.” She looks at him, open and understanding. And he knows that if he turns back now she wouldn’t blame him.

 “If there’s one thing you need to know about me, General, it’s that I don’t back down.”

  The corner up her mouth lifts just a bit. “Good.” She heads up the ramp.

[braveclxrke]

Hi! How are you? Any wip wednesday today? 👀

Hi Hello!....i am aware it's not Wednesday and i am replying to this very late so I'm sorry ...buttt i actually have something written so i'm going to share on...snippet saturday (is that a thing? i dont think it is but oh well were going with it guysss) thankkk you for asking!!🌞

SOOO, here's a little snippet from my Tarlos!Bodyguard AU 💗

“You okay?” He quietly asked, slipping the phone back into his pocket as he stayed leaning on the wall.

“I don’t know why I thought things would change,” TK admitted, “I guess I thought his son being a star witness in a murder trial and having to hide in a cabin for a month might make me reach the top of his priority list but” TK pursed his lips together for a moment, trying to hold the bitter words in, “Guess I was wrong,” He sighed. TK crossed his arms over his chest, this time unable to stop the bitter laugh escaping his lips, “You know…” He shook his head, looking back down the long hall towards the living room.

“What?” Carlos asked, his voice sounding generally caring, like he was asking because he wanted to know not because it was his job.

“I can’t even remember the last time I sat down at the table with my dad for dinner,” It must have been months ago, maybe even a year, TK couldn’t quiet picture it, “Anyway, we should get back out there,” TK sighed.

He looked up at Carlos, the man was staring at TK with soft eyes, “I’m sorry,” he said.

TK was about to leave, about the push the feeling in his chest back into the dark corners in which they lived; but he stopped. “You know, people used to say to me how lucky I was with my parents; I mean they sent me to the best school, the best college, always put food on the table and we lived in the best houses with pools and chefs but,” TK didn’t know why he was saying this, why he was telling Carlos something he had never told anyone, an admission he kept secret from himself.

“I’d come home from those schools and no one would be there, I’d eat those dinners alone and I’d sit in my room in those houses hearing my parents scream at one another,” TK glanced down at the ground, noticing the sharp lines of the wood panel was soft and blurred, “My parents gave me everything…except themselves,” He blinked, a small droplet hitting the floor, TK’s vision clearing for a moment.

“Growing up my parents and I would sit around the dinner table every night, I’d work the ranch with my father and help my mother with dinner, but I know what it feels like to be surrounded by your family and still feel alone,” TK slowly pulled his head up, surprised to see a darkness in Carlos’s eyes he’d never noticed before, Carlos smiled, and it was gone,

[caught-in-the-filter]

Work in Progress Wednesday

On the CSMM Discord, @hollyethecurious gave the idea of doing Feed Your WIPs February, to work on our wips and encourage each other with any progress we might make.

Well, I didn’t have any wips until I shared a tumblr post by @twistedcaretaker (and all the tags I gave it when I reblogged) in the CSMM Discord as a CS prompt, regarding an angel/demon relationship and which half is kinkier (where I was in favor of a kinky demon both flustered and impressed by how much the always-so-innocent angel turns out to actually be even kinkier than them). I had no intentions of actually writing something for it myself, but it kind of snowballed in the chat and Hollye said somebody better be writing it down, and with the positive feedback on Emma Was Cold for CSNLNY/CSJJ and with two particular lines of dialogue I wrote in the chat... I started a doc.

That Discord can be a (good) bad influence when it comes to enabling wips, sooo there might be one or two other docs waiting to be written too, but this one is first. 😘

I’m hesitant to share a WIP Wednesday snippet rn because I’ll most likely be saving this for the next round of CSSNS, but I figured I might as well give a little something since I’ve shared a lot so far on Discord anyway. I just might not do this regularly, or else I’ll run out of fic. 😅

Anyway, here’s a little peek at some upcoming angel!Killian/demon!Emma CS smut.

——

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Emma purred, closing the distance between herself and the angel standing before her. With a flick of her wrist, she cast him back against the window and commanded the curtains to cross in front of him, spinning him so that he faced the glass before wrapping themselves around his wings and arms to restrain him.

“A daughter of the damned, getting in over her head?” Killian quipped, testing the hold of the thick cloth keeping him in place without fighting it.

“Mmm,” Emma hummed. Taking advantage of the fact that he hadn’t worn a shirt in favor of opening his wings, she reached around his waist and bent her arms upward so she could slowly rake her nails down his exposed chest. “You’re the one tied up, but I’m in over my head?” She twirled a few of his hairs around her finger and tugged, making him flinch.

“You make the mistake of thinking I’m not exactly where I want to be, love.” Killian glanced back at her with a devious smirk. “That is why you’re in over your head.”

“Oh, I know,” Emma smiled. Resting her chin on his shoulder, she lowered her hands and began to unlace his trousers. “I know you want to fall, don’t you?” She freed his hardening cock from its leather confines and slowly ran her hand back and forth along the length of him. “You want to rise and fall and lose yourself in the worst way.”

“With you?” Killian panted, already breathless under her sinfully skilled touch. “Hell yes.”

[redactedweasel]

It's WIP Wednesday sooo

Here's this. I honestly don't know if this will ever be completed, but I like this little snippet. So I'm gonna share it.

Content warning for a little bit of body horror type stuff? It's not meant to be that, but you know, it's unusual.

As Trep wrapped his hands around the egg and pulled it away from its fellows, he found his hearts in his throat. It seemed small, fragile - and he was sure it would be better off in literally anyone else's hands. There was no one else to care for it, though - at least, no one else who could actually care for its every need like Trep could. Given the chance, undoubtedly Addison would try - but if Trep didn't know much about his own species' younglings, then Addison would only know less. 

Trep could hear the subtle heartbeat beneath the shell, could practically feel blood coursing through the veins of the hatchling inside. It wouldn't last, though, without appropriate warmth. The humans had tried, Trep would give them that, but their setup was wholly inadequate. His people had specialized beds for this - mechanical nests meant to maintain exactly the right temperature for eggs. Adjusting, even, to the presence of multiple. 

Trep didn't have that, of course. But he had something. The thought came to him almost unbidden, and with a frown he glanced down at himself. Carefully, he peeled some of himself back and away - leaving a muscle-lined cavity in his side. He settled the egg inside the cavity - a number of small and gentle tendrils wrapped around the egg and held it secure, even as Trep allowed his skin to fill in the space around it. 

What was left was an egg safely pocketed inside of his body - warm and secure - and not a single sign of its presence visible. Trep ran a hand down the smooth skin of his side, took an experimental breath, and then nodded. 

He hadn't realized that was a thing he could do - but, somehow, it felt right. He took a step, shook slightly in place - and was satisfied when the egg seemed to stay just as secure as ever. That taken care of, Trep turned his attention back to the rest. Duds, or dead already - he couldn't be sure. There was no hatchlings to be saved from them, regardless - and so this made for the perfect scene. 

With one strike of a particularly large tentacle, Trep smashed the rest. He shook away the left over shell and innards - watched as it splattered about the small lab. As soon as it was done, he left - stepped carefully through the hallways and, taking extra care with his cargo, slipped into the first vent he found. 

[ivorydice]

Work in Progress Wednesday

Sooo randomly decided to share some snippets of a few wips I’m switching between because why not lmaoooo. These are just some bits that I’m kinda fond of from what I’ve been working on recently. Everything is first drafty and so subject to change of course.

💠 From The Memory of You (aka de-aged Ardyn&Noct):

“Your silence isn’t particularly reassuring,” Ardyn said. “If you tell them exactly who you are, there is every chance they could see a valuable opportunity and turn you in to the empire. We still have officers stationed around the country. You still have a price on your head. Is that a chance you’re willing to take? Because I certainly am not.”

“What does it matter to you?” Noctis snapped, unable to help himself. “You’re an imperial. It’s not as if you have a price on your head. So why should you care?”

Ardyn did that thing with his stupid face, his eyes widening as if offended, his voice turning light and mocking. “I care.”

💠 From nemo (aka daemonic-imperial-weapon!Noct):

“Show me your face, beast,” Iedolas said. “I want to look at your eyes, as ghastly as they are.”

The man raised his head, looking straight at the emperor. From this angle, Aranea could make out his features perfectly, and she found herself almost wincing at the fire-yellow glow of his eyes, at the oil-black traces crawling through his skin like veins. As human as the rest of him seemed to look, he was definitely not human, this one, and a cold chill ran through her at the sight of him.

“Noctis,” Ravus murmured from beside her, under his breath, barely audible, “My god.”

💠 From untitled (aka good!Ardyn&kid!Noct friendship AU where Noct is born into a world of darkness/ruin that’s ravaged by starscourge and is really just some silly little thing I use to practice writing but I may post it anyway):

“It’s all right now,” someone said.

Noctis peered up at the face hovering over him. Blurry features, no armour, but no black hair and beard either. It wasn’t his dad. He wanted his dad. He wanted to stop hurting and go home with his Dad.

He tried to open his mouth to speak, but his lips fell open and he could only gasp, trying to breathe through the pain.

“Try not to speak,” the person said. The hand moved from his neck, carefully, coming down again to rest against his forehead. “It’s all over now, I assure you. The daemon is gone. You can rest. I will keep you safe, child.”

[zrreed]

sooo yeah, i'm gonna be that asshole. any endgame snippets at all (no matter how long or short) you wouldn't mind sharing with us? ilysm

lmao you’re not an asshole. ily2 anon

The next day I met coach an hour before our regular watch session with the rest of the team, and we ran practices for the rest of the week just like we usually did. The second week of classes started Monday, and by Wednesday, I was already swamped with homework. I spent the evening studying in the library, and only left at nine because the library closed. I took a shortcut through campus toward the dorms, and was passing around the back of the administration building when I saw the last person I expected to see here so late.

Morgan was just standing there, staring at the wall of the admin building, doing god knows what. My curiosity got the best of me, and I strode over.

“You’re here late,” I said.

Her head whipped toward me, but her surprise faded rapidly into a smile. “I was working on a project.”

I reached her side to finally see what she was staring at. There was graffiti on the wall, illuminated by the soft yellow light attached to the building and fresh enough that I could still smell spray paint in the air. Morgan didn’t even have a backpack on her, and there were no cans around, but as I searched the area I discovered that her hands were covered in dark paint.

“You know,” I mused, “as team captain, I’m not sure I approve.”

She looked sideways at me, brow furrowed in confusion for a few moments before she followed my gaze to her hands. “This wasn’t me,” she laughed. “I’m on scholarship.”

I didn’t know what that had to do with anything, and spent a long handful of seconds trying to figure it out before I said, “I don’t understand.”

She gestured toward the graffiti. “It’s commentary.” I glanced from her to the wall, still at a loss for exactly what she meant, and when she realized it, she said, “Stop looking at it as vandalism. What do you see?”

I inhaled a breath to study the work, ignoring the nerves in my stomach about us being found near fresh graffiti while Morgan had paint on her hands – something I still couldn’t account for. The graffiti was the mascot of our school, a comet, but among the stenciled craters were the stripes of the American flag. The comet’s mouth was open and a pair of feet were dangling out, and in front of it was the outline of another person holding up money, behind that person was a long line of other less detailed people. It also didn’t escape my notice that the layout of the comet and line also resembled a ball and chain.

“The unfairness of tuition,” I murmured, finally realizing what it had to do with her being on scholarship. “Huh.”

“Impressive, right?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I admitted. We stood there for another minute in silence, admiring the graffiti, and then I asked, “Are you on scholarship for soccer?”

“Yeah.”

And I couldn’t handle the mystery anymore. “What’s your major?”

She held up her paint covered hands. “Art.”

Of course… she was an art major, but all I could really find to say was, “Oh.”

“Surprised?” she asked amusedly.

“Kind of,” I said, but she’d officially piqued my interest in a way I couldn’t ignore. “So you’re an art major standing in front of fresh graffiti, and you’re sure you didn’t do this?”

She laughed, glanced around at where we were standing, and gestured in the direction of the dorms. “Were you walking this way?” I nodded, and when she picked up a stride, I walked with her. “Graffiti isn’t in my skillset.”

“What kind of art do you do?”

“Sculpting,” she answered. “I love working with clay. It’s what I’m doing for my senior project.”