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[cloudcountry]

future yuuka oneshot future yuuka oneshot

The chair next to you scrapes against the floor as Yuuka lets out a soft sigh, sitting down next to you as Grim rubs up against your leg. Your arm tenses up as she drags her nails down your forearm, leaning on her elbow as she gazes at you.

“You look lovely today, sweetness.” she hums, a smug grin on her face as you shudder.

“Hello, Yuuka.” you say, voice shaky as you fumble with the page of the textbook in front of you. She laughs and flicks the page over with her gloved finger, and you feel your face grow hot at your foolishness.

“Hello yourself.” she scoots closer, and out of the corner of your eye you see Grim jump up on her thighs and curl up in a little, sleepy ball.

What you wouldn’t give to be that damn cat right now.

[kawareo]

You ever noticed that Cazador apparently visits Flymm's Cobblers?

Little promo for new chapter for my prequel fic Unsaved :)

[hyuckmov]

haechan — don't let me go (multiverse x soulmates fic) | teaser

full fic genre: fluff, angst, smut, soulmates / multiverse au, slice-of-life est wc: 10k+ a/n: this fic is for my 1 year anniversary of having this account and a love letter to my stories :) had this idea in my head for awhile now and thought i should put it here to let you all know i'm thinking about it!

"have we met before?"

yes, haechan thinks to himself. again, and again, and again. he's met you in corridors leading nowhere, a face blurred with shadows in a screaming crowd. he knows you from confessions in dimly lit bedrooms, tender truths bathed in moonlight. he could map your body with his eyes closed, could still feel the brush of your hands on his skin, the weight of your body against his chest.

"no," he answers. not like this.

or: in which haechan has to keep the greatest secret he's ever had — which is that he was always made to love you.

[bitternace]

manos al aire

[ID: two mixed media images with a digital drawing of strelitzia from kingdom hearts. The background is a photo taken of a purple-blue sky with clouds illuminated ochre, purple and gold by a sunset (taken by ao3 user captainroxas). It's set in a square and two other rectangular sections, the rest is transparent.

On the right of the image, Strelitzia, is shown from the hip up, in her union x outfit, leaning slightly forward. Her body faces the right as she turns her face to the left. Her expression is worried, and mouth slightly open. Light hits her side as she puts her right hand to her chest, fingers resting on the purple stone of her necklace. The second image is a close-up of her face. /End ID.]

[blorbologist]

If you need a label

[E / 1.6k / TLOVM s3 spoilers / Missing Scene]

[Happy Wanksgiving! ]

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“I’ll be up for a bit,” she’d said. 

A bit, when tired sunlight had not yet found the strength to flare into a proper sunset. From her windows she watched it muster into a flush, then a brilliant red, and collapse into cool blues.

Giddy with anticipation, Vex lit some candles. And fed Trinket. And took off her armor, and considered her options for bedclothes, and debated between two nightgowns before settling on one. 

How bad was human night vision, again? With a robe she found, Vex slipped into the hall and found the cabinets supplying their guest rooms. She returned with an armful of candles and hoped Percival would be by before they began to drool wax all over the surfaces she’d scattered them over. 

And so Vex unbraided her hair. And waited by the door. And sat at the desk. And posed herself artfully on the bed. And the candles burned lower, and lower, and lower.

It’s been more than a bit, more time than can be considered casual. 

She’s still up, feeling like she’s somehow run out of time.

Have you ever seen mayflies swarm? For a day or two, the sun is filtered through millions of glittering wings, the summer heat heavy with desperation. And then heavy with their bodies as they die. That buzzing, almost loud energy that fuelled her carefully pitched comment is now a twitchy weight in the pit of her stomach. 

There’s one last little thought fluttering around in there. A painful one - Vex squashes it firmly.

[Keep reading on AO3!]

[mavlepine]

strewn petals sneak peek !

hey ! i'm writing my very first fic right now , it's going to be about a daughter of demeter pining after percy and then she starts to cough up flowers :)

currently about 1.3 k words through , and im adding infographics and visual elements into the story as well !

i got this idea from @anakinniesluv -> post here

[withered-tears]

"You should draw her shorter."

N blinks down at the paper, confused.

"You think? I thought I got our height pretty accurate..."

"Oh, you do. That's why you gotta make Uzi shorter. Draw her like, knee high to us."

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Uzi's not even in this chapter but V still finds ways to roast her u3u

[player1064]

the final chapter of You've Got Mail is out...................

[divineatrophy]

“You’re staring at me, Daniel,” Armand points out from where he sits across from him at the dining room table. It comes out offhandedly. He is staring. Fuck. For how long? Hard to say. At least a few minutes. All Daniel can think to say is: “so?” Weird answer. The corners of Armand’s mouth pinch as a scowl flickers across his features and, bond or no bond, Daniel gets the distinct feeling that he wishes he could stick his hand into Daniel’s brain and yank the answers out of it. His expression smooths over a heartbeat later. “By all means, continue,” he says blandly, and he makes sure that Daniel can see him roll his eyes.

chapter 5: date night! for some people!

[paganwitchisis]

NEW WIP PREVIEW

Summary: Due to unforeseen circumstances, Astarion is turned into a small child again! Tav and the gang have to figure out how to help the tyke while taking care of him. Things aren't all sunshine and rainbows as trouble finds them. Set after Cazador’s demise in Act 3. Spawn Astarion.

This is still being proofread and edited so it isn't ready for release yet. Expect hilarity in this fanfic :) I hope there are people interested in this kind of story

[staghunters]

spooky jackie wips are sooooo back baby!!

[fuzybby]

>_< sneak peak

[bayetea]

Is this worth the risk?

[best-titan-7274]

in which jack continues to be a bit fucked up emotionally

“It’s okay,” Jack says. His voice shakes. His hands do too, but he can curl them into fists, try to feel like he’s not losing his grip, even as his nails, bitten short as they are, dig crescents into his palm. “It’s just a dream, I’ll be okay.” 

He says it to himself, as much as he says it to BT. Trying to convince them both. It’s not working on him, so he doubts it’s working on BT. 

“Your vitals are elevated,” BT says. 

“I know.” 

“I can call for medical assistance. I believe protocol requires it.” 

“No, don’t do that,” Jack hisses at him. 

There’s silence, besides his own panting breaths and pounding heart. Gradually, both things slow, until he feels… well, he can’t say he feels normal. But he feels empty and stretched, instead of vibrating with panic, and right now, he’s all right with that. 

“Pilot– Jack– are you all right?” 

He swears he hears Lastimosa’s voice in BT’s. 

He sits up, and lets out a breath, and slumps back down. Nobody can hear him in the cockpit, so it’s safe to talk. But no matter how much he knows that, it doesn’t feel right, he can’t just dump all this on BT without permission. It would be rude. It would… it would show how bad he really is. 

“Jack?” 

“I thought I wouldn’t be scared any more with you back, but I keep thinking of how easy it was to lose you the first time.” 

The words come out in a rush, and he scuffs his wrist across his cheek. He’s not sure if he’s crying from stress or shame or both or neither – but he’d give anything to make it stop. His body doesn’t listen to him. Guess it’s just that kind of night.

[fieryphrazes]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: MASH (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: B. J. Hunnicutt/Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce Characters: B. J. Hunnicutt, Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Fluff and Angst, emphasis on the fluff, Insomnia, Mental Health Issues, Sleeping Together, Protective B. J. Hunnicutt Summary:

“Where do you go?” BJ asked quietly, sounding like he didn’t expect an answer. Hawkeye sighed and burrowed back into BJ, into the steady warmth and softness of him. “I love you,” Hawkeye finally said, hoping it made up for everything else that came along with him.

It's 3 a.m., and Hawkeye can't sleep.

[ponder-the-orb]

Preview: Moonlit quiet

Preview of my upcoming Aylin x Isobel fic.

Aylin’s look softens as she continues to work. They both know she could dissipate the armour with but a thought, she had so enough times when the heat between them called for it. She stays still for now, letting Isobel ground herself in the ritual, the feel of the metal, of her angel’s fingers against her. Her worship belongs to Selûne, but true devotion– that will forever be for Aylin. It’s a thought that borders on blasphemy, but it would taste a lie to deny it. There’s no careful composure or rehearsed words needed. It’s something aching, intimate– pleasure and want so desperately pressed into each other with shaking hands and parted lips.

It’s a task unto itself not to push her down onto the bed and ravish her with such devotion right now. Gods-knows she wants to. It would be so easy to lose herself in Aylin until dawn dared intrude on them, but she knows her mind would still be adrift in the dark.

There are words to be said first. Ones that have been sitting in her chest for years.

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This was supposed to be like 300 words... when will I learn.

Coming tomorrow!