#ANOTHER SNEAK PEEK

[xx-thedarklord-xx]

it was definitely flirting

[greensagephase]

🤭🤭🤭

HIM !!! I WANT HIM!!!!

The energy this post is giving is confirming my suspicions 🤭🤭🤭🤭 omg omg is it??? 👁👁

Laura, if I have been awake when these asks were sent, you'd have me spiraling while I waited for the next update but I don't have to wait, I don't think, so I'm gonna go check the post you tagged me on 🤭🤭🥹🥹

THANK YOU FOR ALWAYS SHARING YOUR ART WITH ME 😭🫶🏼💕💕✨️✨️❤️

-Alondra❤️

[baa-whatever]

OH!

[godlizzza]

we ride the line between laughter and tears over here

[ep2nd]

Last sneak peek, the others would spoil the chapter. Again, sneak peek for chapter 11 of MCC family!

Scott picked up another stack of paper, placing it inside the box he was holding in his other hand. He didn't look at Illumina at all.

"Can't you try to be nice?" Scott asked, Illumina sensing some pleading in his otherwise gentle tone.

"I can be nice!" Illumina shot back.

Scott finally stopped to look up at him, but his face was in clear disbelief. "Really?"

Illumina tried his best to keep his eye from twitching. "Yes," he replied through clenched teeth.

Scott looked either like a tired parent trying to get a rebellious, hyper kid to go to sleep or like someone had just called him homophobic. Maybe both.

"May I remind you, that you threw Pete off a cliff." Illumina may or may not have sputtered and went red with embarrassment, but that is a secret he will take to his grave.

Illumina threw his hand up, "that was one time."

Scott chuckled dryly at his annoyance. "My example still stands," and he went back to putting more stuff in his box.

[pauvre-lola]

by the sword

[p1nkshield]

Superman: Are you sure this is the right spot? I mean who robs a bank in the middle of January in Gotham?

Batman: Yes I’m sure. My informant is never wro- hn?

Nightwing: Open up please I’m cold.

Batman: …

Nightwing: …

Batman: *opens cape*

Nightwing: thank you!

Superman: uh..

Red hood: Move over I’m freezing out here!

Red Robin: Nightwing get to the back! You gotta make room!

Superman: ???

Spoiler: Agent A was right! I should have taken the winter suit! Excuse me, pardon me!

Orphan: … scoot.

Signal: T-thanks, B!

Robin: Fools! The lot of you! I have a legitimate reason to seek shelter! My winter suit is in need of repairs!

Batman:*Sigh*

Superman: How were you able to all fit under there?

Red Robin from inside the cloak: Hammer space! Ow!

Nightwing from inside the cloak: Don’t joke about that!

[livesincerely]

“Is that them?” a voice shouts. Eddie glances up from where he’s just finished splinting the last kid’s wrist to find a heavy-set white guy storming towards them, literally spitting with anger. “Are those the shitheads that destroyed my construction site?”

“Sir,” Eddie says, moving to intercept. “Sir, I understand that you’re upset, but you need to stay behind the barriers.”

“You’re damn right, I’m upset!” the man yells. There’s this acrid stink of unbridled rage wafting off of him like the worst kind of body odor, the vein in his forehead throbbing furiously. “You fucking delinquents, do you have any idea what you’ve— Hey! Look at me when I’m talking to you!”

“Sir,” Eddie says again, voice firm. “This is an active emergency incident. You need to step back.”

“Three weeks behind schedule, hundreds of thousands of dollars in the hole,” he says, still screaming at the very top of his lungs. “And you’re treating their fucking booboos? I want them in handcuffs! I want them behind bars!”

“Sir, please calm—“

“Don’t tell me to—!”

The—obvious, inevitable, for fuck’s sake, really?—shove barely even phases him, but the heel of his boot catches on a piece of debris and his back foot goes skidding out from underneath him. His arms fly out as he fights for balance, bracing himself for a hard fall.

Instead, he lands against a firm, familiar chest.

“Do not,” Buck growls in a low, dangerous voice, because of course Buck’s here right as Eddie needs him, always watching his back. “Put your hands on him.”

He can’t quite smell him between the dust in the air and all the blockers he’s slathered on, but it doesn’t take a genius to identify a supremely pissed off alpha. Asshole Civilian must realize it too because his beady eyes go wide, his lips turning pale and thin as all the blood drains from his face.

“I— I was just—“

Buck tips Eddie back onto his feet, strong hands lingering on his hips for a moment as if to make certain he’s steady before pulling away.

“Firefighter Diaz told you to move back behind the barricade,” Buck says, his expression thunderous as he gets right up in the guy’s face. He’s got, maybe, four inches on this guy, but with the way he looms over him, it might as well be four feet. “I strongly suggest that you follow his instructions.”

Any intelligent person would cut their losses, scurrying away with their tail between their legs. But this guy proves himself to be a special type of stupid.

“This is my building,” he protests in a voice like a wet paper towel. “I have a right to expect—“

“Half of your building fell into a sinkhole,” Buck cuts in, thoroughly unimpressed, “and the other half is on fire. The entire area is under the purview of emergency personnel until further notice, and any interference,” he continues, “is considered an obstruction of justice. And attacking a firefighter is felony assault.”

Idiot Asshole Civilian makes a noise that’s somewhere between a gurgle and a wheeze, and somehow manages to pale even further.

“So, you can either calm down and find somewhere out of the way to wait for an update, or I will personally escort you off of the scene and directly into the back of the squad car. Your choice.”

He’s incredibly sexy like this: all protective and righteous on Eddie’s behalf, his cheeks flushed with fury and his lip curling like he’s barely holding back a snarl. If it weren’t for three-alarm fire blazing steadily behind them, he’d climb him like a fucking tree, right there in front of god and everbody.

“Down boy,” Eddie murmurs instead, pressing a hand to his chest, because when Buck starts to snap and snarl, it’s Eddie’s job to tug on his line and haul him back. “I think you’ve more than made your point.”

For a moment, he’s not sure if Buck will let it go. His nostrils flare like a dragon defending its hoard, his eyes flashing from blue to red and back again between one blink and the next.

He grinds out, “Back. Behind. The barricade.”

Then he turns on his heel and stalks away, disappearing into the throngs of first responders.

[valcaine]

eat your friends

[signanothername]

It’s ridiculous how the dialogue boxes are so much easier to read now that i’m using my handwriting font dhhdhdhdh

Context in case you missed it

[cosmicstarlatte]

[MC wrestling the mic from Lucifer at the RAD assembly]

MC: No! NO!

Lucifer: Get off stage!!!

MC: WHOEVER TOOK BEELS CHIPS FROM THE TABLE, YOUR DAYS ARE NUMBERED!!!

[MC & Lucifer wrestling on the floor while the students watch & laugh]

Diavolo: (laughing & then looks down at the chips he's eating)

Diavolo: Oh. Oh no. I've made a mistake.

Barbatos: ...We have to put you into hiding my lord.

[ladybugsimblr]

In Rebi's House, it is illegal for the Squad™️ to go out and about without her. These criminals do not seem to understand the concept. Guilty. Go straight to JAIL. For Liiiiiiife. *rare rebi giggles*

HaPpY HaLlOwEeN! 🎃

Rebi only broke character once. She loves her big brother lol

[ghost-bxrd]

Static crackles over the phone, Dave choking on cigarette smoke no doubt, “S’cuse me, what?”

Jason doesn’t laugh. It’s not funny.

“I said to shoot the Bats.”

Another staticky sound, “Boss, I- even Robin?”

Jason takes a deep breath, “Yes.”

“But, uh, sir, Robin’s a kid, are you-“

“He’s sixteen,” Jason snaps, “I was fifteen when I die-“ He cuts himself off, breathing deeply.

On the other end of the line, Dave is silent.

“He’s not a kid,” the words burn in his throat, “You don’t get to be a kid in those colors, Dave. Just fucking do as I say.”

— Sneak peek of chpt xii of What You’re Longing For (you claim to abhor)

[ophernelia]

nothing just eloise being completely mortified after being way too abrasive with dodona's godson, ernest garber.

[hwaslayer]

💭 wildfire ch.10 preview ;

"I was looking for you, cute stuff!" Hae-jin throws his arm around you and you can smell the alcohol lingering on his breath. "Wanna dance?"

"No, I'm good, Hae-jin." You shrug him off and take another sip of water before tossing your cup. San is already on high alert from where he's standing— his attention nowhere on Namjoon, Jongho or Zara right now even though he's trying his hardest to keep it together.

The fuck was this guy doing?

"What, why? It's just for fun? Let's just go and hang out." He throws his arm around you again, this time bringing you flush to his body. You try to press off his chest, but he's strong and it isn't an easy fight.

"Hae-jin, stop—"

"What's wrong?" Luckily, Eunchae is already on her way over to save you, sensing your distress signal from afar.

"Hey, stop." Eunchae senses the way you stiffen and quickly become uncomfortable. "Leave her alone." Eunchae pushes Hae-jin back roughly. "You're drunk, dude. She said no."

"Aw come on, bestie trying to get in the way? I just thought we could have a dance. We were connecting, Y/N. Were we not?"

"Hae-jin, stop—No." His hand comes to your waist again. But, before Eunchae can even jump in, another familiar voice does:

"She said no." San steps in the middle, hand lightly pressed against his chest to create some distance. "Sure you understand what that means, right?" San's tone is laced with anger, but he's wearing a cocky smirk to cover it up. He's fuming and you know it.

[silkentine]

this is stupid