#hopefully this is okay !!

[weewoo911]

So I wrote a little something loosely based on this post I made about Eddie subconsciously associating his future wedding as being with Buck- I haven't written for ages but I thought if I was gonna make it into a fic I'd also have an accidental drunk confession to Buck in there- and this is that. If I ever wrote a whole fic of this there'd be no cheating so dw dw

"It must be nice," Buck says from the floor, "Marr-Marriaging, -having a wedding. I want that, I'd want-"

"I know what you want," Eddie laughs confidently from the empty tub. It feels very zen, lying here with his legs hooked over the circular tub, like lying inside a big cereal bowl. He is so drunk, and giddy and totally at peace with everything, "You want a spring wedding because you want a frankly ridiculous amount of flowers. You want it far enough away from the city that you can see the stars at night, but not so far that it'd cost too much for everyone to travel there. You like the idea of releasing lanterns but you're worried about the environment so you'd probably want - like- doves or butterflies instead-"

"Butterflies," Buck says from the floor, his voice thick, "Eddie, what-"

"M'not finished," Eddie continues with the gravitas of someone so hammered they cant feel their legs but who is nevertheless making an Important Point, "Butterflies, then. You want a light coloured suit, something that breathes well because you'll worry about sweating. Bobby would be doing the ceremony, so maybe Athena to walk you down the aisle? And of course Maddie as your best man. Woman. Person."

"… Maddie?"

"Well yeah," Eddie shrugs, transfixed by how the ceiling seems to be slowly tilting to the side, "Because Chris would be mine, and that way they can both be involved."

There's a frantic shuffling noise from the floor, and Buck's voice is much clearer when he speaks again, "Eddie. Eddie are you talking about- me and you getting married?"

"Who else?" And in his alcohol-soaked state, it's as simple as that- who else. God knows he's tried to fit other people into that role and they just never fit right because the void in his life is so decisively Buck-shaped. Haha, God knows, his chest begins to shake with silent laughter, it's funny, right? Because of the Catholicism.

"And that's-" Buck sounds kind of upset, which makes Eddie pause, why would Buck be upset when there's good booze and the ceiling is tilting and they're getting married? "That's something you want- the-the spring wedding and the butterflies and the-"

Oh, Buck's simply misunderstood, that's easy.

"I just wanna be the guy standing next to you."

[whorekneecentral]

hmmm okay would you feel some toto after today? the launch had me 👀 i’m ngl

maybe something casual like hes still working so hard to get everything perfect for testing? and then you try to get him to take a break, maybe with prompt 6 and 67?

-🐣

this is from the merc launch 😭 this has been in my inbox for way too long lmao // prompt: “I didn’t realize I needed your permission” + “you cocky bastard.” “what’s that ? you want my cock?” 

"Mr. Wolff?" You knocked on his door, peeking into the dressing room. "20 minutes to launch." You tell him, giving him the time warning.

"Come in for a minute, would you?" He calls, back turned to you. You step into the room, letting the door shut behind you. "Tie or no tie?" He turns to face you, holding up the black tie.

"I rather no tie but up to you."

"I didn't realize I needed your permission," he starts, causing your brows to furrow, "you asked my opinion." You rolled your eyes, earning yourself a smile from him.

"I'm just teasing, y/n."

He tosses the tie onto the chair, moving closer to you. His arm out in front of you and instinctively, you reach out to fix the cuff of his sleeve.

"Aren't you always?" You glance up at him, moving onto his other sleeve. "You cocky bastard," you mumble. Toto grabs your chin, pulling you to look at him.

"What's that? You want my cock?" He asks, feigning a look of confusion. Your cheeks are bright red, you can feel the heat and his gaze is not helping.

"Stop that." You tell him, pulling away.

"Stop what, sweetheart?"

"They need you outside in 15," you remind him, letting out a breath. Toto's hand rests on your hip, looking down at you. "Then you better behave so we're back in time, hm?"

[harmonytheme]

[ghostieeeee]

Can you recommend some writers?

I'll just list some of my favourites for you to check out :3

@vex91 @1luvkarina @wintersgff @rd0265667 @cwpiqwon @drvirgus @wonnniee @yerimbrit @modanisgf @hywenhywen @isabbellle @wonik1ss

[pomegrnate]

close starter for: @fadinglights inspired by this.

his body ached stunningly, white noise filling his ears and an aseptic smell coming in and out. the last remnants of his memory were foggy, an unexplored uncertainty going through his head slowly. still, he opened his eyes with much effort 'what...?' he whispered, trying his damnedest not to move too much, but still as surprise as ever to see that face 'what are you doing here?'

[n-in-places-he-shouldnt-be]

N SHOULDN'T BE IN THE PANOPTICON FROM MILGRAM

N isn’t supposed to be in Milgram. (The Panopticon/Prison)

Requested by Anon

[amorxsomnia]

@arcanescholxr liked for a starter!

The sweet scent of incense drifts gently throughout the pet shop interrupted only by a momentary cold draft before all settles down again. It's raining again outside, which wasn't uncommon at this time of year but it did put him in the mood for tea more often than usual, and it was just as well he'd set a pot to boil! The sound of dripping water only made him appreciate how warm and dry he was right now.

"Good afternoon. Please come in, you must be terribly cold and wet." D greeted softly, Q-chan already fetching a warm towel. He paused momentarily as he came face to face with the newcomer, retrieving the plush towel from the flying rabbit who landed on his shoulder with a chirp before offering it to the drenched Dwight. This was... not the kind of customer he'd expected, though if he were simply seeking shelter from the rain, D had no problem with that. It was just about tea time anyway and things had been quiet, no dount due to the unpleasant deluge raging outside right now.

"I was just about to partake in tea and cake if you'd like to join me, unless you are in a hurry? The rain will continue for a while longer so it's not likely to get busy."

[rangers-arecool]

@scion-of-kings asked :: ❝ i hate this place, too, and i am afraid. ❞ (For Almáriel if that's cool!)

  "Only those with no sense would not be afraid. Or those with nothing left to lose."

  The golden haired former Númenórean murmured that last bit under her breath, having not having noticed who had actually spoken. She straightened up from the map she was looking at and managed to just avoid jumping at his appearance. Then dread stirred because the High King should have been safe in Minas Anor.

  Almáriel closed the door of her current home behind him, thankful that the illusions were strong enough to keep anyone from noticing. She lit a couple of candles to clear some of the darkness away and turned to face him, worry and wariness in dark grey eyes.

  "You should be in Minas Anor."

  There was no titles given and only a tiny bit of respect, which quickly faded after a moment. She knew that Elendil knew where exactly she had gone and he would have only told Isildur. Not without endangering her life here, so how had Gil-galad managed to find her?

  A simple Mariner's daughter and herbalist, few would actually mourn if she was discovered and caught. That was her opinion at least. The High King of the Noldor was a completely DIFFERENT matter entirely because he would be missed by far more than just his kin.

[bitesizedvirus-archive]

@thrailkxll - Continued from [X] ...The cowboy grunts in acknowledgment, one of the mecha making sounds of excitement thinking they were about to be saved as Thrailkill walks through the gate of the brig.  “Sorry partner, I don't take prisoners.. or leave witnesses.” The gun was drawn point-blank to the mech's forehelm, the mech's optics go wide and his processor was soon splattered all over the floor behind him. Thrailkill looks over to the next mech on his knees beside him which was now also dotted with pink from the other mech. Thrail draws to shoot, but he raises an opticridge over his visor. “Hm.. you look expensive.” He rips the piece that was over the mecha's mouth off so that they may speak “You got a bounty on you, partner?” The dark cowboy asks, pushing up the mech's chin with the end of the barrel.  No Thrailkill, you're retired remember? “Ah, it don’t matter, you’d be worth something dead as well.” That sharp thumb pushes down the hammer to his pistol.

The sudden eruption of chaos breaks the stillness of the air, audials twitching as she lifts her helm, focused now on the door that separates them. She couldn’t possibly have been the only one to hear that, immediately looking to her cellmate before shifting focus back to the door. The sharp crack of gunfire reverberates through the walls, followed by the muffled heavy thud of metal bodies hitting the floor. With each echoing shot, the tension mounts, slim digits toying with the stasis cuffs that bound her and earning a sharp jolt in response, a growl bubbling in her chassis with a flick of her tail.

Whoever it was, she highly doubted it would be beneficial to them.

As the door creaked open, her senses sharpened, drawing her focus as she kept to the shadows. A muffled grunt escaped her lips, the taste of the gag a bitter reminder of her precarious situation. Just let him pass, give themselves time; snarling as the mech next to her drew his attention. Deep green optics tracked his every move, audials twitching with each chime of his spurs, seemingly unfazed by the splatter of energon dotting his frame.

The cold embrace of the stasis cuffs bit into her delicate wrist plating as she wriggled, eliciting a grimace as surging current sent an electric jolt coursing through her body. Gritting her denta against the pain, she fought to maintain her composure amidst the relentless assault on her senses. Her optics snapped up, her tail curling around herself as her cellmate slumped against the wall, his warm energon seeping into her seams, sensitive audials ringing from the blast. Vents hitched as that gun was drawn on her, swallowing thickly as she waited for him to take the shot.

Fragging idiot, he couldn’t just keep his slagging mouth shut. He just had to get them both killed.

“Hah~” She vents loudly as the gag is removed, green discharge dribbling from the corners of her lips, chin tilted up as the barrel dug into soft protoflesh, “Yes.” Her response was swift, but this mech sounded impatient, “Triple-! I’m worth triple alive…!” She shouted, attempting to appease the mech in some way, but it was the truth. Despite her small stature, she wielded a presence that commanded attention, her actions often leaving a trail of disgruntled mecha in her wake; but, they would not pay out as well as the one mecha she had in mind. He could walk away a rich mech, a freighter full of loot, and plenty of credits to line his bank account…

But, she had to be alive for that.

[charlottehttp]

(closed event starter: @bnolan )

one drink, two drinks, three drinks more... charlotte had lost count of the minutes or maybe hours that nolan had stepped away along with the amount of drinks she had consumed. she was feeling light, airy, and free as she lounged on one of the chairs. she got bored of the conversations she was a part of but found herself with a bright grin watching what looked like the downfall of many many residents of palm view. "oh look, he finally returned.." she teased as she saw the other finally approaching her. "quick, dont make it obvious, but it looks like yet another break up happening at three o'clock.. or is it six o'clock ??" lottie let out a soft giggle. "anywhoooo.. where did you run off to ? and explain the sour face ??"

[tidalwhump]

Untitled Bloodbag Story - Panic

Previous , Masterlist

Taglist: @deluxewhump , @whumpycries , @mylifeisonthebookshelf

Warnings: Vampire, blood, broken arm, strangulation, consensual drug use.

If the boy had been paying attention and not hysterically crying and mumbling to himself, he would have noticed that the man was driving away from the vampires’ lair.

The boy tried to take deep breaths, but every breath he took made him break into more tears and start mumbling to himself, cursing and swearing the vampires and all they’d done to him, and cursing this vampire and what he was surely going to do to him.

It felt long, but yet not long at all before the car turned. The boy had had time to calm down, now taking deep breaths and only shedding the occasional tear, but turning down that gravel drive flipped a switch in him, and drove him feral.

Sitting up in his seat like a lightning bolt, the boy looked to the vampire in the driver's seat. He wrapped his arm around the vampire’s neck and held it there with his other hand, squeezing as hard as he could. The vampire swerved off the drive and onto the lawn, slamming on the breaks and stopping the car.

He reached up with lightning speed and grabbed the boy’s arm, there was a sickening crack, and the boy screamed. The vampire effortlessly pried the boy’s arm off of his neck and cast it to the side. The boy cradled his broken arm in his hand, crying and wailing. He looked down at his arm, blood everywhere, bone sticking out through the skin, and had to look away quickly before he passed out.

The door behind the boy was opened, and hands reached in, grabbing around his torso and pulling him out of the car. The boy kicked and screamed, trying to elbow the vampire in the face with his good arm, but the vampire held him tightly in his arms. When the hit finally landed though, the vampire had had enough.

He threw the boy onto the ground, knocking all the air out of him, and pinned him down at the wrists, kneeling over top of his chest. The boy tried to kick him off, get up, do something, but it was no use, the vampire was much, much stronger than he could ever hope to be.

“Let me go! Let me go, you bloodsucking leech!” The boy yelled as he struggled.

“Stop! Stop!” The vampire demanded as he held the boy down. “Stop! I’m trying to help you goddammit!”

“Help me? Help me? By bringing me back to that — that vampire lair? How the fuck is that helping?”

“Look around!” The vampire yelled. “This isn’t some fucking vampire lair, it’s my goddamn house!”

The boy’s eyes widened, and he slowly stopped fighting, turning his head to look at the house they were fighting on the lawn of. He wouldn’t really call it a house, more like a fricken mansion, but still, it was not the vampire lair he’d been trapped in for three weeks.

He turned back to the vampire. “But… But you’re a vampire…”

“And?” The vampire sat back, releasing the boy’s arms seeing as he stopped fighting.

The boy sat up a bit, looking up to the vampire sitting on his chest. “Why would you help me?”

“I may be hundreds of years old, but that doesn’t mean I’m a monster.” The vampire stood and reached a hand out to the boy on the ground. “Now get up, the sun’s almost up.”

The boy hesitated. Surely this was some sort of sick prank, there was no way a vampire would actually help him, especially bleeding and half naked on the side of the road, a perfect snack under the stars just waiting for someone to eat him up.

Scared out of his mind, the boy really didn’t have a choice. He was exhausted, had a broken arm and wanted nothing more than to have a good meal and a nice sleep. Hopefully, if he went with this vampire, he might get those things. He wondered what he’d have to give in return though.

He reached up and took the vampire’s hand with his good arm, letting the man pull him into a standing position. As soon as he was upright though, he stumbled, all of the pain snowballing so when he stood, he became dizzy and faltered.

The vampire caught him in his strong arms as he stumbled, and swiftly picked him up, carrying him towards the house. The boy rested his head on the vampire’s shoulder and looked up to the stars before they entered the house.

It was dark and quiet and unnaturally cold in the house. The vampire carried the boy through the house and down stairs into a finished basement. He set the boy in a heap beside a wood stove in the back corner and knelt down beside it, preparing to light it. The boy looked around, there was a small sitting room by the stairs at the other side of the room, a dining room between him and the sitting room and a small kitchenette around the wood stove. There also seemed to be a sort of bedroom underneath the stairs, separated by a wall and a corner.

The boy watched as the vampire lit the wood stove and closed the door, the fire, with the vampire’s skill, quickly taking light. The vampire got up, disappeared around the corner, and came back with two fur blankets in his hands. He laid one out on the floor beside the boy, and placed the other around the boy’s shoulders. The blanket was the softest he’d ever felt, although cold.

“Here, you can sleep by the fire for now, when the room is warmer you can use the bed.” The vampire told him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

The boy held out his broken arm, the bleeding had stopped, but it still hurt like hell. “...My arm…”

The vampire made a hmm noise, then went back up the stairs, and returned a few minutes later with pills and a glass of water in hand.

He held out two small purple pills out to the boy. “Take these, they’ll make you sleep, I’m sure you need it. When you wake up I’ll have a better look at your arm.”

The boy hesitated. Could he really trust this vampire?

“How do I know that I can trust you? That you aren’t going to hurt me like… like the others?” The boy asked.

The vampire looked up to the sky. “You just have to have a little faith, I’ve heard humans are quite good at that.”

The boy looked from the vampire’s hand to his eyes and back again. Screw it. He thought. He’s been through enough, and a little sleep sounds nice.

“Please, just, just let me sleep for a while, heal, you can hurt me after, if you really want to.” The boy bargained.

The vampire sighed. “I’m not going to hurt you, just take them.”

The boy held out his hand and the pills were gently placed in it. He popped them in his mouth, then took the glass of water and took a drink to wash them down. He gulped down the water, having not had a good drink in awhile, and handed the glass back to the vampire.

The vampire chuckled, “someone’s thirsty.”

The boy just nodded, looking back to the fire. He was still wet and cold, but the fire was certainly helping to warm and dry him, so he scooted him and his blanket closer.

The vampire watched intently as the boy — the dizziness hitting him all at once — lay down on the blanket on the floor and covered up his lower half with the top blanket.

Within minutes the boy had passed out, his eyes closed and his breathing even, the shivering gone. Standing over the boy, the vampire pulled out his phone and dialed a number, and talked to someone on the other side as he watched over the boy. When their conversation was over, he reached down and pulled the blanket up over the boy’s shoulder, then left.

[finclgicls]

muse  ៸  emma addison, mid to late twenties, aspiring auhor — plot  ៸  this — for  ៸ any of your muses, age gaps and step-somethings welcomed.

what the fuck was happening? she had no idea. they were at a family dinner, next to one another as they usually were. the restaurant was bustling and the people at the table were laughing and engaging in easy conversation and banter as they usually did. emma wasn’t entirely sure, but at some point, she felt a hand on her knee. having used the dress that was splayed out for her when she stepped out of the shower, and never thinking anything of it other than perhaps just being a homecoming gift. after all, this whole dinner was meant to welcome her back, even though she had been back home for a week.

it wasn’t the best thing in the world to be in her childhood home since coming back, but she felt fine while she was settling in and looking for her own place. it didn’t mean the last week hadn’t been intense, mostly due to the person sitting next to her, with their hand on her thigh and said hand skirting up, making her uncross her legs as if they would do that out of their own volition no matter how many times they asked, or how much she was against it. the brunette took the wine glass to her lips, hoping her flustered self could be written off as the alcohol affecting her bloodstream. she wasn’t much of a drinker as it was, people around her were aware of it, the people around her who knew her the longest. she licks her lips and presses them together before shooting a meaningful look at the culprit. “what are you doing?” she asks them in a hushed tone, one of her hands slipping under the table to hopefully stop their advances.

@caeruleums

[stims-and-resources-ig]

Bookstore stimboard for anon

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[scarredfeathers]

Jewel had managed to get home okay after the fall, but it was only the next day when she'd woken up that she'd realized that the damage had been worse than she'd thought. She'd sprained her ribs according to her dad, so she was stuck at home today.

She'd called @edhellfire to let him know she was okay, but needed to heal so snack delivery was going to be on hold for a few days. Before settling in on the couch for what was likely to be a long and boring Saturday.

Only to find Eddie on the other side of her front door a little while later.

"Hey?" She said with a smile, surprised to see him there, "Turns out I sprained my ribs yesterday" She admits, with a small laugh and a shake of her head. She groaned a little as the ache from laughing came as she stepped aside to let him into the house. If he was here to help or just to keep her company she wasn't about to say no.

[technopathicredhead]

"You can sit here" Ruby said looking up at the other from her laptop and coffee as she was up late working on her latest assignment. It had taken a moment to hear him through the music that was faintly coming from her headphones, an attempt to drown out the noise from the other students chatting around them

starter for @predatory-maniac

[4015benson]

We’ll Figure It Out

Continued from here. @6313stabler

Olivia didn’t want to believe that the OCCB would actually close. They had a good team, they’ve brought several criminals to justice and in doing so, brought down some of the most dangerous criminal organizations. So, for anyone to think that disbanding this team was a good thing was absolutely baffling to the Captain. 

Though, Olivia Benson did understand needing to take care of oneself and one’s family, but this didn’t seem like the right way to do it, so admittedly, Ayanna’s decision had shocked her, troubled her even, but she was doing it for her family, so it was a very complicated situation all around. 

But it didn’t need to be. They could find someone else to run the OCCB if Ayanna took the promotion, someone to keep the task force alive and running. Even if there had been some faults and mistakes made within the group, but what task force or Precinct didn’t have those? Even the SVU had their own fair share of mistakes, but they continued to protect those in need just as the OCCB was doing.

When Elliot explains the reasoning why he wasn’t allowed to run it, Olivia sighs. Yes, her first thought was Elliot taking charge, especially with Kathy’s case being closed, but she figures given all the discourse and uncertainty surrounding Elliot, they wouldn’t allow him to do so, which he found to be incredibly unfair and wrong. He was a big reason as to why two of the most dangerous criminal organizations were no longer a thing, he was the reason as to why so many dirty cops have been taken down, though not many people saw that as a good thing and that angered the Captain. Cops shouldn’t be dirty, cops shouldn’t be working for the other side unless undercover as Elliot did, but only with the sole purpose of taking them down. The way Elliot has been treated didn’t sit right with the Captain and she made sure that was known. 1PP allowed him to go UC, they wanted dirty cops to be flushed out, and yet, they were barely having his back with the fallout. 

“Yes, but her case has been closed for months now. They can’t use that as an excuse anymore.” But she knew they were using other excuses as to why they wouldn’t appointment Elliot in charge. The UC assignment with the Brotherhood being one, his anger, his need to rebel at times but he’d come a long way - he’s changed. He thinks with his head and heart, he strategizes, he puts others before himself. He would make a good leader, Olivia believes, but given their relationship, they’d find her to be biased. But she wouldn’t say that if she didn’t believe it. She may be in a relationship with him, but she was also Captain when necessary. 

“Brass allowed this UC, El. They’re only pissed about it now because it’s more public than they wanted.” But what in the hell did they expect? Elliot puts his life, and career on the line, and they only back him if it benefits them? But now that they’re being looked at in the negative light, they’re allowing Elliot to take the brunt of it all? No way in hell would Olivia allow that. 

Frowning, she approaches him from behind as sets down the watch he’d just taken off of his wrist, her arms moving around his waist from behind and her lips pressing a kiss to this shoulder. “We’ll figure this out, El.” We because they were a team. Just because she wasn’t part of the OCCB didn’t mean she wouldn’t help them. She saw each and every one of them as family and part of the SVU team, so she’d have their backs, whether professionally or personally. “This city is safer because of what everyone there has done. It’d be the biggest mistake shutting you down.”