#i have been slowly working on this drabble for So Long and then i debated whether or not to post it bc i don't Love the end but fuck it!!!

[mcmorare]

On one of many evenings which answered the question, “what happens when you leave a bunch of ultra-repressed kids of strict religious families alone,” Katrina wove through the crowd of rowdy teens, partially-drunk bottle in hand. Honestly, this probably wasn’t anywhere close to a good idea. She’d told Ariane she wasn’t going out tonight. But she didn’t fucking care. She was too angry to care.

The moment her eyes locked on him from across the room, any bit of restraint went out the window. 

“Hey, liar!” she shouted, storming up to him. The bottle was tossed aside with little care for where it landed.

As Isaak turned and looked at her, taking in her slightly intoxicated, furious state, a smile of faux sympathy crossed his face. “Oh, Katrina. Don’t tell me you’re taking the breakup this hard.” 

She had half a mind to kick his fucking head in. “Shut the fuck up. What the fuck did I ever do to you? Why have you been such an asshole about all of this?” 

“Breaking up with you doesn’t make me an asshole, babe.”

“Don’t fucking call me that!” She stepped forward, rage etched into her expression. “And I broke up with you. After what you fucking did to me. Piece of shit.” 

The most infuriating part was that self-satisfied smile that wouldn't leave his face. “It’s your word against mine. And you’re drunk. You’re not remembering right.” 

“I’m remembering perfectly fucking clearly,” she said, voice shaking with anger. “And you told everyone a lie, you fucking jackass.” Not only that, but he’d told half the truth too - the half that put her in the most danger. 

“I didn’t lie, Katrina. Not my fault you don’t want to accept what happened.” He shrugged, leaning back. “Why would I lie?” 

She could think of a few reasons, but ultimately she didn’t care. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that he had fucking done it. He had done it and he had made her life hell and she wanted to return the favor.

She stepped forward and raised her fist, but before she could get a punch in, a pair of arms were wrapped around her waist, holding her back. Ariane. 

“Fucking let me punch him!” she yelled, struggling to break away - but Ariane wouldn’t let go. Isaak watched, smirking. Almost laughing. The amount of rage she felt was like her heart could burn a hole in her chest. 

For a moment he opened his mouth to speak, but Ariane quickly cut him off. “You’d better fucking watch it or I’ll let her at you and then go in for seconds myself.” She started to guide Katrina away. “You’re a pathetic waste of space shitbag and I hope you burn in the deepest pits of hell, Isaak. You’d better watch your fucking back.” 

Once they started walking away, Katrina didn’t look back. Just let Ariane’s arm around her shoulders guide her until the sounds of the chatter died out, and they were out in the trees on their own. 

“What were you doing there?” she finally asked, eyes still fixed on the ground. 

“I had a feeling you might try to do something stupid. Thought I should try and keep you from digging an even deeper hole for yourself,” Ariane said. Her tone was almost exasperated - but not quite, it was still too gentle for that. Just… tired, perhaps. She didn’t ask why Katrina had done it. Didn’t need to; she already understood. As much as it pained her to see. 

“Think you can get back in your room without too much trouble, or is it worth the shit to just say you snuck out to have a sleepover at my place?” she asked. 

Katrina shrugged. The chances of her getting away with this without her parents’ anger were slim. She was tired. And angry. And hurt. Part of her just didn’t care anymore. It was shit, it is shit, and it will continue to be shit. Maybe that was her punishment, she supposed. Penance for sins and all that. It took a moment before she noticed the tears on her cheeks. Her footsteps faltered and stopped. 

“Trina?” The moment Ariane looked back at her, her arms were wrapping around her in a hug. “I’m sorry, Trina.” 

“I can’t go back there.” Katrina’s voice was trembling and barely audible. “That house is killing me. This fucking town is killing me, Ari. I have to get out of here.” 

“I know.” It took all of Ariane’s self control not to start tearing up alongside her. “We’re going to get out of here. Just a little while longer, and then it’ll be you, me, and Vienna.” 

“I don’t know how much longer I can wait.” Katrina’s hands shook against Ariane’s back. “I can’t take it. I’m gonna fucking die here if I don’t get out soon. I can feel it. I’m going to fucking die here and then I’m gonna go to hell and then hell is just going to be me stuck in this stupid fucking town forever and it’s never going to end I’m never getting out of here-” 

“Hey. No.” Ariane pulled away slightly to look her in the eyes, her hands on Katrina’s shoulders. “You are not fucking dying here, Katrina. I’m not letting that happen.” Logically, there wasn’t much Ariane could really do - there were too many variables out of her control. But she still said the words with utter conviction. “You are going to get out of here. Okay?”

Katrina opened her mouth to speak, but all words failed her. Instead, she just nodded quietly. Hoping Ariane was right. 

“Alright. Now, you need sleep. We do have a match tomorrow, idiot,” Ariane pointed out with a small smile. 

Despite herself, Katrina smiled back. “Yeah, yeah. You know I’ll be there.” 

“You fucking better be. Come on.” 

[nicoline1998enilocin]

“do you think about me when you touch yourself?” for tony? reader asking him 🫣

Thousand Miles Away

PAIRING || Boyfriend!Baker!Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Fem!Reader

WORDCOUNT || ~ 950 words

SUMMARY || Tony is spending the night alone in a hotel room when he's away for a bakers convention, so he decides to FaceTime you to get some much-needed relief.

RATING || Explicit (E)

TAGS || Canon divergence. Everyone lives AU. Bakery AU. Age gap. Reference pregnancy. Established relationship. Explicit sexual content.

SMUT || Dirty talk. Daddy kink. Phone sex. Male & Female Masturbation. Mutual masturbation. Handjob.

A/N || This is written for my Summer of Drabbles, and takes place during the events of A bun in the oven | Part 1. Both stories can be read as a standalone. I want to thank my bestie @ccbsrmsf1 for proofreading this story; your reactions were amazing! I love you 🤍

Photo: Source || All other graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

Main Masterlist || Tony Stark || Baker!Tony Stark || Summer of Drabbles

It's been a long day at the baker's convention for Tony as he settles into his bed. The outlook over Miami is a sight he will never forget as he gets comfortable. He grabs his phone to look at the time, and the photo of you, Tony, and your cat named Oliver shines back at him, giant smiles adorning your faces underneath the large numbers.

It's just past 10 PM, and he's debating what to do - go to sleep or see if you're still awake. Ultimately, he decides to go for it, his finger pressing the FaceTime button with your contact. After a few rings, he's greeted by your beautiful smile, his heart beating faster at the sight.

"Hi, Tony!" you say enthusiastically as you see your boyfriend's tired but handsome face.

"Hi, Peach. How're things going there?" Tony asks, and you tell him about your day and how things are going at the bakery. As you're about to talk about something else, Oliver comes over to say hello.

"Look who's here! Our Little Devil wanted to say hi to his Daddy!" you say as you show Oliver crawling onto your lap. Tony chuckles while Oliver meows softly.

"Are you taking good care of your Mommy when I'm not there, Buddy?" Tony asks, and Oliver responds with another meow and some purring, his paw batting at the screen where he sees Tony.

"He's taking excellent care of me," you tell your boyfriend, who hums appreciatively. You and Tony moved in less than a week ago, but he already had to leave town to go to the convention, and he has been missing you like crazy. And now is no different, except that he's feeling a little needy, too.

"I was thinking..." he says after you have told all your stories, and you raise a brow in interest.

"How about we have some fun over the phone? I've been achingly hard ever since you picked up the phone while wearing nothing but my t-shirt, and I've been missing you like crazy," he says, adjusting himself in his underwear as he does. You agree, and not long after, you're settled in your shared bed, completely bare as you're playing with your nipples, giving Tony a little show. His hand is wrapped around his cock, soft groans tumbling from his lips as he works himself up and down slowly.

"Looks so sexy for me, Peach. Can't get enough of you playing with yourself," he says, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine as a moan leaves from deep within your chest.

"Yeah? Do you think about me when you touch yourself?" you ask your boyfriend, and his response is instant.

"Always. You're on my mind 24/7, Peach. Each time I have a second to think, you're invading my thoughts. The way your nipples pebble so beautifully when I lave over them with my tongue, or how your back arches as I play with your sensitive little clit," he tells you, the grip on his cock tightening ever so slightly.

"But my favorite sight is when I've got my cock so fucking deep inside your tight, needy little pussy that you're nothing more than a babbling, moaning mess for me. When all you can say is Daddy, and you're nothing more than a fucktoy for me to use.”

As Tony tells you his fantasies, you slowly work your fingers in and out of your now dripping pussy, the squelching sound being music to your boyfriend's ears.

"Show me how wet you are; let Daddy see you play with yourself," he orders, and you do as he asks. The second your dripping, stretched pussy shows on Tony's screen, he hums appreciatively as he squeezes himself at the base of his cock, pleasure flowing through his entire body.

"C-close, Daddy! Wanna cum," you tell him, your fingers keeping the same rhythm as Tony takes his fill, his orgasm also on the edge.

"Get your fingers on that little clit of yours, Peach - make yourself cum on those fingers." As he looks at you playing with yourself, he changes his camera angle to show his thick, leaking cock as well, showing you what you're doing to him. With a shout of his name, you cum on your fingers, and even though it's not as great as when Tony does it, it's still a lot better now that you're talking to him over the phone, and you work yourself through it as you're entranced by the way your boyfriend jerks himself at the sight of your orgasm.

"I miss it, Daddy; I want to wrap my lips around your cock and taste your cum," you say with a pout, but your words are precisely what he needs to push himself over the edge; a loud groan of your name following the release he's feeling in his body.

"God, I can't wait until I'm home, Peach. 'M gonna stuff you with my cock for the entire day and night when I'm there, filling you up until you're leaking with my cum," he tells you.

"Hmmm, I can't wait until you're home again, Tony," you say sleepily, and he returns the sentiment. After you two say your last I love you and goodbyes, you both sleep, dreaming about the other, and Tony makes true to his promise after walking in the door. He damn near throws you over his shoulder before you're on the bed, and without wasting a single second, he fucks you within an inch of your life as if it's the last time he'll ever get to fuck you full of his cum. But you're happy to give him the welcome home he deserves.

[echantedtoon]

Haishira Polycule Au Rambles P2

@lavenderdrxp

This is a more in depth drabble for this au and I've been thinking hard about it. This would most definitely take place in a modern au. College au if you will. All of the Haishira are majoring in what they would be teaching in Kimetsu Gauken Academy Minus a few people I switched around because it's an au and I have a few ideas.

Although the major difference would be that Shinobu is the one majoring in Chemistry/Sciences to become the chemistry teacher and Obanai is majority in medical/health and later becomes the schools nurse. No offense to Obanai it's just that I feel like Shinobu is a better fit for a chemistry teacher.

There is the main couples of:

Sanemi x Kanae

Mitsuri x Obanai 

Tengen x Wives 

Giyuu x Shinobu 

And Rengoku is single minus the Polycule.

(Debating on whether or not to add Gyomei)

Despite the main couples, they are all in a healthy polyamory relationship minus of course any Kanae x Shinobu (they're sisters you weirdos). Y/n is a daycare worker who works with Gyomei at the college's daycare where single parents who are students can drop off their kids while they attend classes for an extra small fee. Sanemi uses it a lot to help out his mom watch his youngest siblings while she's working, he's at college, and the older kids are at school. Still debating on whether adding Gyomei to the Polycule, but they become very good friends working at the daycare and he eventually introduced them to his friends/partners (if I decide to add him to the Polycule) when they visit him. 

Eventually Y/n will start casually dating either Rengoku or Gyomei (if I decide to add him). She's not sure about joining a polyamory relationship but she respects their already established relationship and they're not really in a relationship (yet-) it's just a date every few weeks or so. But slowly everyone else starts falling for her. First ones obviously being Rengoku and/or Gyomei as they're the ones who first meet her. 

Rengoku absolutely LOVES her. ADORES her even. This man knew from the start he wanted a big family so seeing her act so sweet to all the kids and Senjuro when he comes to visit him makes him swoon. He likes to see Y/n smile with so much kindness in her heart. He can't help but blush every time she gets over seeing the bruises from training at his father's dojo on the weekends.

Gyomei (again if I decide to add him -) like Rengoku also falls for her motherly sweet nature. He's blind. There's no way around it. He either likes or dislikes someone from hearing their voice and listening to their actions. He comes to love the way she sits in the play area and reads the children bedtime stories or sings the babies back to sleep when they wake up and how she giggles when this massive man lets the kids climb all over him. It puts a smile on his face that lasts for hours

The next two are surprisingly Sanemi and Kanae. 

Sanemi's baby siblings adore Y/n as she takes care of them in the daycare and that sparks Sanemi and Kanae into becoming friends with Y/n, and eventually fall for her motherly nature. Sanemi cannonically in Kimetsu Gauken respects women and little kids but most are really intimidated by his presence so meeting someone outside of those who know him great him fairly is a big part of him being able to connect to someone. Sanemi literally goes- "Oh no... She's cute" once he realizes his feelings.

Kanae is simple. She likes how nice and caring Y/n is. She likes how she treats her Sanemi. They both become fast friends. Both are sunshine friendlies and it's just a cute pairing. Especially if Sanemi gets flustered by both of them at once.

The next ones are Mitsuri and Giyuu. 

Mitsuri and Y/n get along quite well with one another and it doesn't take long for this sweetheart to fall for her. It helps that Y/n compliments her on how pretty she thinks her colored hair is, and how cool she thinks her strength is! Both are highly energetic and can bounce off one another easily.

Giyuu is often left out and a lot of people outside of his friends and family don't approach him, so imagine his surprise when not only does Y/n walk up to him on her own accord but is genuinely friendly and nice to him. It doesn't take long for him to fall for her sweet attitude and nature. He often visits frequently with Shinobu or one of their other partners/friends with him and watch him just stutter or try to give Y/n small gifts or just to talk to her. He doesn't have any other relationship this close other than Shinobu.

Tengen and his wives are all a package deal. He's very upfront about it too. This man will just go up to Y/n and straight up ask startling everyone else-

"Do you want to be our girlfriend?" "TENGEN!! WTF?! YOU ALREADY GOT THREE WIVES!!" "OH. Right. Right. I forgot. Let me change my question- Do you want to join our polycule?"

He says this in front of literally EVERYONE who gets very flustered and embarrassed about Uzui's bluntness except for Shinobu who gets annoyed instead and Kanae who just sighs and shakes her head. He likes what he sees. He likes how she treats his wives and friends/partners. This man has no shame in outright flirting with you and making his intentions clear compared to everyone else. Suma likes how you don't yell at her and calm her down through her emotions. Hinatsuru likes how calm and level headed Y/n is making her feel less crazy. Makio loves how instead of telling her to get over it, she understands her annoyance suggests doing something else to relieve the growing tension.

Shinobu and Obanai take the longest time to come around.

It's not that Shinobu dislikes Y/n. She's just not used to getting close to new people or opening up, but she does admit Y/n is a very nice and kind person to everyone and treats them all with equal respect. She does like how Giyuu is treated by her and that's good enough for her. She slowly falls for her as Y/n doesn't push her and instead respects her boundaries but remains friendly towards her. It takes much longer for her to fall for her compared to everyone else but she gets there.

Obanai actually falls under the same reasons as Shinobu. He's happy Mitsuri likes you and he respects how nice you are but does the same thing as Shinobu as Y/n respects his decisions. He likes how nice he treats him despite that slowly liking you too. But what really submits his affection is when she gifts him a medical mask from the daycare's first aid kid when his own mask breaks. She doesn't ask questions. She doesn't say anything. She doesn't make fun of him. She only quietly hands him the mask without questioning him on anything with a smile and not bringing it up again. That's it. That's all it takes. This boy is as smitten with you as his beloved Mitsuri is.

Ultimately though it's up to the reader to decide what happens.

[irasamu]

 . . . (🍷) ֶָ֢ 𔓘 TONIGHT BE MINE AGAIN ; a nakahara chuuya drabble. ❞

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . here ya go nonnie angel. part one of your request tho i hope you don't mind me changing your request up a bit.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . tw ; fem!reader, ballerina!reader, angst, fluff (debatable) , exes to lovers.

chuuya preferred watching hiphop more. he listened to classical from time to time but it wasn't his first preference and the same goes for ballet. as a executive he was in many instances where he had to watch ballet with the port mafia clients of targets or even at parties etc.

he appreciated the dancers but never felt himself hooked to a performance from start to finish, until now. it may be biased of him but chuuya couldn't look away from you as you twirled on the stage with a illusion of being as light as a feather, like rain falling on the earth grounds.

he watched with awe in his eyes and accelerated heartbeats how you danced, how you twirled and did splits. if he dies now, he would die with less regrets then normal for he feels as if being blessed by an angel herself.

as soon as your performance ended, chuuya stood up and rushed towards your dressing room. no security guard being able to stop him from seeing you though they tried but were stopped by his men.

your performance tugged at his heartstrings and filled him with a fear of someone else coming in and sweeping you away in their arms, he couldn't allow that to happen.

the mafioso stopped infront of your dressing room (he had bribed someone from the staff to give him this information) and took a deep breath. he can't do this. fear and anxiety suddenly claws at his heart and makes him stand still for atleast ten minutes. as the minutes passed, the fiery passion in his eyes got dimmed by precipitation of sadness, leaving a hauntingly sad look in its place.

he stood quietly. you two broke up due to his inability to balance work and life but how was he able to balance when the ratio of the two was so uneven from the beginning?

chuuya was pulled out of his trance as you opened the door to step out, freezing as you see him standing there. your eyes slowly look over his features before slowly traveling downwards towards the bouquet of flowers he was harshly holding.

any anger in you evaporated the moment your eyes fell on chuuya nakahara. it's as if he is the rain washing away your fire of wrath. you slowly lean against the doorway, "it's been a long time."

"indeed." chuuya breathed out as he shakily raised his hands to give you the bouquet he brought for you and watched nervously as you looked surprised, slowly smiling slightly as you plucked a flower out of it to tuck it behind your ear before looking at him. the breakup, you wish you could undo it.

"i thought you were busy." you quietly tell as this is the reason for the separating factor between you two and so, it felt bitter to speak about it. chuuya felt his heart sink yet he pushed back the sorrow to lean forwards.

"i told you i would be damned if i don't attend the ballet you were literally working your ass off for." chuuya whispered, caressing the edge of the flower petals with his nail as he looked intensely at you. "whether you are mine or not." he continued.

you looked at him with conflict in your eyes, he remembered the promise and fulfilled it yet wouldn't things have been better had you two were still together?

chuuya's gloved hand grabs your cheek softly and he whispered, "free? let me take you out for the dinner i promised."

chuuya almost leaned in on instinct to kiss you like he would do whenever he showed infront of your apartment after a mission. a bouquet of flowers in one hand while he used to hold your cheek with the other as he kissed you while standing outside of your apartment, not even having the patience to enter your apartment first. but things aren't the same now and so cuuuya stopped from leaning down.

you sadly nodded. and you didn't even want to think of how different the events would've been if you hadn't agreed, hadn't gone to dinner with him, gotten tipsy and hadn't spilled out your feelings and made it up with him.

the rain never washed away the fiery passion in his eyes, it only dimmed it to allow chuuya to rest or he would've burned in his own fire. and had the breakup not occurred, chuuya wouldn't have felt this satisfied in having you in his arms again after a long time. never again though, chuuya thought as he stared at your sleeping form in his arms, he will be damned if he ever allowed you to go away again.

[fatuiracha]

a/n: haikaveh drabble of them sleeping together. just sleeping. sleepy fluff. haikaveh images from hailailai2 on twitter : )

It takes little to rouse Alhaitham from sleep, even less to make him fully come to his senses before drifting off again. Normally, Kaveh was the exception to this rule; Alhaitham slept like he was on the brink of death whenever his beloved was near him, though he would deny it with every breath. Kaveh knew, though, he could see the slight furrow of Alhaitham’s brow smooth out with Kaveh’s touch and could feel his breathing deepen further when he curled up into Kaveh’s arms. It was a gift that Kaveh held close to his chest. What Alhaitham couldn’t remember wouldn’t hurt him, he supposed.

That unspoken knowledge is why their current situation was so…odd. Kaveh returned home drowsy and languid from the cup of wine he had shared with Tighnari not long ago, and he had stripped down and bathed not a moment after coming home. He wanted to get into bed as soon as possible, but he wasn’t so tired that he was willing to risk Alhaitham’s lecture about sleeping in his bed without being clean. Kaveh made quick work of it, his eyes closed as he lathered and rinsed off his aching body, and he had slid into bed like he always does, draping himself over Alhaitham’s chest and burying his head in the juncture between his jaw and his sternum. The sound of Alhaitham’s slow heartbeat was typically Kaveh’s favorite bedtime story, but this time it jumped soon after Kaveh had closed his eyes. 

A glance upwards showed Alhaitham’s lips twisted into a frown, his nose scrunched up in such an adorable way that for a moment Kaveh’s confusion gave way to unfiltered fondness. The soft whine he lets out brings him back into focus, and he slowly blinks as he internally debates whether he should wake Alhaitham or not. 

Maybe he’s having a bad dream, Kaveh muses, and he snuggles a bit further into Alhaitham, trying to offer his junior some comfort even in his subconscious. It doesn’t help, but rather it makes things worse. The younger man whines again and wriggles under Kaveh, almost dislodging him from his perch. Alhaitham’s mouth parts in a disgruntled noise as his eyes finally blink open and he stares down at Kaveh blearily. 

Kaveh finds the whole thing dreadfully familiar, even though he hasn’t had this particular experience since before he and Alhaitham confessed their feelings. Ending up in bed together was a frequent occurrence back then, and Alhaitham would always wake up with a cold set to his body and a shade of disappointment on his face. Now, however, it makes no sense; they had been together long enough for sleeping in comfort together to be their lived-in routine. 

“Haitham?” Kaveh tries, something in him bending and threatening to break. “Are you alright?”

“Mm,” Alhaitham tries his voice out, and it’s thick and crackly from sleep. “Something’s wrong.”

“Wrong.” Kaveh repeats, and he leans back a bit to create some distance. Alhaitham doesn’t let him, his hand creeping around Kaveh to secure them together, and Kaveh’s heart settles a bit. “What do you mean?”

“You smell weird,” Alhaitham says, sentences even more deadpan in his drowsy state than usual. “Different. Not like yourself.”

“Do I smell bad? I just bathed,” Kaveh feels a little insulted, he knows how to wash himself thank you very much, but Alhaitham shakes his head before the heat inside him can rise. 

“You don’t smell like you,” Alhaitham’s voice is tinged with desperation, his words shaped like a plea, and Kaveh is so confused. He tilts his head down, trying to smell whatever Alhaitham is claiming is so wrong and that’s when he realizes. 

He doesn’t smell like himself, he smells like Alhaitham. His skin is painted with notes of amber and jasmine, woodsy and heavy which was wholly unlike his preferred scent of fresh padisarahs and cotton.

“Oh,” he lets out a relieved breath, letting his muscles relax so he was melted against the other man. “I must have used your soap instead of mine.” 

“But I like the way you smell,” Alhaitham whines, and Kaveh is affectionately reminded that his lover is the younger of them both. It isn’t often that Alhaitham lets his childishness show, but even he is vulnerable to the emotional effects of sleep deprivation. 

“I’ll fix it first thing in the morning, I’m tired now,” Kaveh reasons, closing his eyes.

“Now,” Kaveh can’t see the frown on Alhaitham’s face, but he can certainly hear it in the single word he mutters out.

 “Think of it this way,” Kaveh smiles, pulling out something he’d been keeping close to his chest. “If I smell like you, then everyone will know that I’m yours.”

Alhaitham doesn’t answer, but Kaveh feels his heart jump under his cheek, and he hides his smile in the fabric of his lover’s shirt. Nevermind that the ‘everyone’ that Kaveh speaks of consists of their four walls and Mehrak. 

He adds possessive to his mental checklist of Things Alhaitham Is That No One Will Believe Me About, right between Not Feeble and Temperamental. 

[thevillainswhore]

For the wip game, could I please know more about Lumberjack Bucky? 🥹💗

(aka @elixirfromthestars 🫶🏼✨)

Ahh!! Hello, my darling Mel 🥰 you absolutely can!!

My plans for Lumberjack!Bucky is a series about two old school friends and the course of their relationship. One with oneshots, drabbles and small snippets 🥹

In the works, I have one smut drabble and one fluff drabble (inspired by your writing challenge! 😁). Here is a peek at the smutty goodness 🤭

“Hey, Dolly. It’s been a long time since I seen that pretty face.”

You almost melted on the damn spot when his roughened voice met your ears.

The effortless flirtations over his homemade dinner, the sly looks when he thought you wasn’t looking that made you squirm in your seat, and the small touches that he made seem oh so innocent — all new territory.

And you couldn’t complain.

“Come on, darlin’. You can’t go back out there tonight. Stay with me.”

Because you didn’t shut down his charm when he insisted you stay the night, just until the storm passed. You didn’t falter when he led you to the guest room and his hand surpassed its place on the small of your back and slowly slithered further down to your ass. You absolutely didn’t move when what was supposed to have been a friendly kiss on the cheek hovered a little too close to the corner of your lips.

Who made the next move would continue to be debated for years to come. What you could agree both agree on with certainly was the instant connection the two of you felt when your lips finally connected. How perfect the two of you intertwined your bodies in a dance of fiery passion.

“Fuck, I’ve been wantin’ to taste those damn lips all night, Dolly.”

[lyranova]

Hey😊

Can i request where the Captains all enjoy themselves on a beach day.Can you also do a small drabble where after a day at the beach they come back to the shared penthouse and do a drunken game of truth or dare👀 (i feel like all the captains had to grow up too fast and they deserve some teenage fun times❤)

Hiya anon! So i decided to do these as HC’s instead of a fic or drabble since it was easier to do it that way, I hope you don’t mind! This was a fun idea, and I apologize that the dares and truths are pretty lame, I’ve never played the game IRL so…yeah these are pretty basic 😂. But I hope you enjoy~!

Context: The Magic Knight Captains were all given a mini vacation for all the hard work they’ve done recently, each one accepted except for Kaiser, who said he and his wife were going to go on a “second honeymoon” instead. So the Captain’s all agreed to go to the beach for their vacation. They spent nearly all day out there swimming, laying in the sand, playing games like volleyball and most importantly; Yami and Jack barbecued the Captain’s dinner and they ate it on the beach.

Afterwards they all went back to their shared villa and decided to play a few games before bed. After drinking a bit, one such game Yami had suggested was called “Truth or Dare”.

———

Yami:

• Hadn’t been too surprised when the bottle landed on him first, in a way he had expected it, since he was the one to suggest the game in the first place.

• He chuckled a bit before choosing “Dare”, and he watched as the Captain’s all tried to think of what to dare him to do.

• Finally Jack snapped his fingers and dared him to wear nothing but his swimsuit for the rest of the game.

• Yami snorted and muttered about how that was “a really dumb dare” but of course he did it anyway, as he finished changing and sat down next to Charlotte he noticed her face turned a bright red. When he asked what was wrong or if she drank too much, she would just shake her head.

William:

• Was a bit surprised when the bottle landed on him next.

• But he quickly cleared his throat and, after weighing his options, decided “Truth” would be the better choice.

• After thinking for a moment Yami decided to ask him an easy question, since it was the first time he had played the game.

• He decided to ask William if it was true that he had a sleeping mask that looked identical to the mask he always wore, after being taken aback for a moment, let out a chuckle before answering calmly “No.”

Charlotte:

• Felt her heart skip a beat as soon as the bottle landed on her, she had hoped it would be a while before the bottle landed on her but of course, she wasn’t so lucky.

• She quickly cleared her throat and, like William, decided on “Truth”. She watched as the others debated on a question before her head snapped in the direction of Dorothy, who let out a mischievous giggle.

• “Is it true you like Yami?” As soon as that question left the other woman's mouth Charlotte could have swore her heart stopped in her chest. She quickly looked away and, after Dorothy giggled again, was reminded that she had to tell the truth.

• Charlotte took a deep breath and opened her mouth slowly, this wasn’t the way she wanted to confess to Yami, but she didn’t have much choice. But as soon as she opened it she heard Yami snort and say that it wasn’t fair to ask her that, when he was asked why, he pointed to her face and said that she was “way past her limit” with alcohol and that she may misunderstand the meaning of “like” in Dorothy’s question.

• Charlotte had opened her mouth to say her face was red from embarrassment not being drunk, but quickly closed it again as she realized Yami had only said that to give her an out. So she took it, and decided to act a lot more drunk than she actually was. As long as it meant she didn’t have to confess her feelings for Yami because of a game, she would act like she was the drunkest woman alive.

Fuegoleon:

• Wasn’t really interested in the game at first, but decided he would go ahead and go along with it since it was “something new to learn”. So he was a bit surprised when it landed on him next.

• He debated on which to pick but decided to pick “Dare” since it hadn’t been chosen very much.

• After thinking for a moment Nozel, with a smirk, decided to dare Fuegoleon into saying that “Nozel was a much better Captain” than him. Fuegoleon debated for a moment before quickly grabbing the bottle of alcohol and taking a sip of it as a penalty for not doing the dare.

• But Rill quickly Dared that he teach Salamander a trick or two, like you would a pet, and Fuegoleon had blinked in surprise before he quickly decided that the dare wasn’t *too* bad. So he taught Salamander to “sit” and “lay down” just like you would a dog.

Nozel:

• Felt that the game was “childish”, “immature”, and “boring” at first. But as it went on he found it quite interesting so he wasn’t too irritated when the bottle landed on him.

• As soon as it did he quickly decided that “Truth” was the best choice, and as soon as the word left his mouth, the other Captains quickly opened their mouths to ask a bunch of questions.

• But they quickly shut again as Charlotte reminded them that they couldn’t ask any “inappropriate” questions during the game, and she rolled her eyes slightly as disappointed looks crossed multiple of the Captains faces.

• Rill quickly asked if it was true that he had a servant whose sole job was to braid his hair and that no one else was allowed to but that servant. Nozel cleared his throat and felt his cheeks heat up slightly before he answered with a soft “Yes”.

Dorothy:

• Was excited when the bottle finally landed on her!

• She instantly chose “Dare” as she felt that would be the most fun option, and she watched gleefully as they all tried to come up with some sort of dare for her to do.

• Rill, once again, came up with one. This time it was the most cliché of dares; he dared her to kiss the person she found most attractive, and Dorothy didn’t seem to mind.

• She quickly straightened her cloak, looked around the room with a small smirk, before moving towards Nozel and giving him a kiss on the cheek, surprising everyone!

Rill:

• After everyone had recovered from the shock of Dorothy kissing Nozel, they spun the bottle again and it landed on Rill this time. Much to his glee.

• He decided to go with “Dare” and instantly Yami had an idea; “do impressions of everyone in the room, while giving your honest thoughts about them.” Rill’s eyes lit up like a kid's eyes would on Christmas.

• He quickly cleared his throat and began to do his impressions, he started off with Fuegoleon and Nozel both being too uptight, then with Dorothy always sleeping, then with Charlotte and her crush on a certain “unnamed” Captain, and finally with Jack and Yami and their bickering.

• The Captain’s all had to admit that it was amusing, even if some of the honest points Rill made hurt at times.

Jack the Ripper:

• Was finally relieved when the bottle spun and landed on him, since he had been waiting rather patiently for his turn.

• Immediately he chose “Dare”, which didn’t surprise anyone. Yami instantly shouted that Jack would “have to run around outside the villa naked”, but Charlotte kindly reminded him that they couldn’t ask or dare each other to do anything “inappropriate”.

• So Yami made an adjustment; Jack would have to run around outside the villa wearing nothing but a speedo, which Charlotte allowed since he would be considered clothed.

• Jack agreed, but on the condition that Yami do it with him and that they race. So, Yami being Yami, agreed. The Captains all went outside after Jack had changed, and watched as he and Yami raced each other multiple times around the Villa.

[thegloweringcastle]

Good Morning, Sunshine

elucien week day 3 - sunshine 

Huge huge huge thank you to our @elucienweekofficial moderators for all their amazing work to make this a fun and safe event for everyone to celebrate our beloved couple!

This is a very very short and sweet elucien family drabble. hope you like it!  Can you tell I wrote this on four hours of sleep? I’m going to bed right after I hit post, lol. If you see any typos, no you didn’t

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Fingers of sleep fought to keep Elain for a few minutes longer, wrapping around her mind and winding through her limbs; a losing battle on its part.

Morning light streamed in between the heavy curtains surrounding their room, the roof windows brightening as dawn turned to day. She reached blindly across the bed, seeking the warmth of her mate, only to find cool, rumpled sheets.

She sat up slowly, wiping at her eyes and stretching, taking a moment to absorb the quiet. It was no doubt where her mate was; she suspected he was the reason it was so unusually quiet at this particular hour.

Elain thought about going back to sleep, enjoying another hour or two of warm, easy dreams, but she knew it wouldn’t be as cozy without her family.

The sheets whispered as she slipped from bed, padding softly against the marble floors as she made her way to the room adjacent. The door was cracked, a warm glow shining from the crack. She smiled to herself, knowing almost exactly what she would find.

And sure enough, the door swung on silent hinges to reveal her mate, asleep in the cushioned rocker, their newborn daughter curled up on his bare chest.

One of the countless things Elain loved about Lucien was how he glowed, something new that began when his life truly became his own - free from spring, autumn, politics, and drama - and he had the chance to share it with her. It was a balm to her heart, a reminder that their new life wasn’t too good to be true. He was just as happy as she was, and that wasn’t about to change.

And when they welcomed their daughter into the world only months ago, Elain had been hoping that she too would glow. Now and then, she thought she caught glimpses. Instances when, from the corner of her eye, she thought the world went a bit brighter. Elain usually excused it with sleep deprivation.

But now… now there were no excuses. Now, Elain found both her daughter and her mate glowing bright as the rising sun that spilled in through the windows. It was the most beautiful thing, to watch them rest together. To have such a devoted mate and father to their child - something she never imagined she would have. Not after the cauldron. Not after those long, empty days and quiet, lonesome nights. Not after having her entire world washed away and being handed an empty slate for the second time in her suddenly immortal life.

Elain crept forward, snagging a throw blanket and debating whether or not to wake Lucien. This was the first time their daughter was glowing, this was the first time their daughter was glowing because she was asleep on her father’s chest. She didn’t want Lucien to miss it, but she also knew he needed his rest.

Just as she resolved to leave him be, tucking a blanket over his lap and along his bare arms, his eyes cracked open. A lazy, content smile spread across his face as he met Elain’s gaze.

His voice was deliciously raspy when he greeted her. “Hello, my love.”

Emotion rising high in her throat, she beamed down at her family. “Good morning, sunshine.”

[blackjackkent]

Unrequited for Caden/Aerie! :D

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"Aerie?" Caden calls softly down the hall toward their rooms at the Mithrest Inn. "Are you coming down? Everyone else is eating."

"What? Oh-- yes, I-- I'll be down in a minute," he hears her answer.

Involuntarily he smiles a little, just hearing her voice, but the smile is tinged with concern. "Everything all right?" he asks, moving to poke his head around the door frame.

She is sitting on the bed, a few crumpled sheets of parchment clutched in her hands. Hearing him enter, she looks up and blushes at once. "Oh! Yes, everything's fine, Caden. I was just... well..." She looks down at the papers and then adds shyly, "Haer'Dalis gave me this bit of one of his plays and said I should learn the lines. He thinks I should be an actress."

Caden's smile flickers almost imperceptibly, then steadies. "Well, and why shouldn't you be, if that's what you want?" He hesitates, then crosses the few steps to sit on the opposite end of the bed from her. A pause. "Is it what you want?"

She fidgets uncertainly with the parchment. "Perhaps," she murmurs. "It is beautiful, the words on the page. I-- I should like to be able to speak them with such confidence. But I do not know if I can."

Caden reaches out cautiously to rest a hand lightly on her arm. "I do not doubt your ability to do anything you wish to do," he says softly.

"You are kind to say so, Caden," she says, but he can tell she does not really believe it.

Of course, he reflects sourly, perhaps it means more when Haer'Dalis tells her so, with beautiful language and passionate eagerness. The thespian tiefling has a seemingly neverending supply of compliments and artful turns of phrase, and Caden is not blind to how it has worked on Aerie in the time they have all traveled together.

What chance have I, country boy from Candlekeep with darkness in his soul, compared to such a worldly light?

"Would you... like to read the lines for me?" he asks cautiously. "I could even try to read back the other part, if you would like."

She hides a giggle behind one hand and looks sideways at him. "It is a love scene, this piece, you know," she says.

Of course it is, Caden thinks ruefully, feeling heat rise up his neck and ears. Why would it be anything else? "I'm happy to help," he says stoutly. "Though I am no master of the stage myself."

She considers, clearly debating within herself whether she is too shy to attempt this before anyone yet, even him. Then she nods and smiles slightly, and leans over, her shoulder brushing his, so that he can also look at the page she is holding.

"It starts here," she says, pointing at one line near the top of the paper. "Theodorus speaks first. That's you. And I'm Cynthia. He's-- I don't know. The lines are quite complicated, but if I read it right, he is her servant. And they are both in love but neither can tell the other..."

He finds himself momentarily struck dumb, as if he's forgotten how to read, because she is suddenly closer to him than she has ever been before and he can feel her warmth where her shoulder is against his... Focus, Caden--

"Ahhh--" he stammers, fumbling for the words on the page. Slowly they come into focus. "My mistress true," he reads hastily, "too long have I attended/thy troubled mind and longed to place a balm/upon the fev'rish pain that doth bewilder/thy heart with fear and doubt and wonderment."

She clears her throat, reads back the next line earnestly. "Oh Theodorus, wouldst that thou could know/the passion still that burns within my heart/for one who should not hear and doth not ken/the state to which he drives my aching soul..."

Her eyes flick up and she catches him staring at her, and she laughs again softly. "Your turn again," she points out.

"Ah, right. Um... My lady, sure I think you wrong to doubt/that I should have the heart to understand/such pain... for true it is I live and breathe/within consuming fire of my own..." He trails off, swallows in a suddenly tight throat.

She turns her head, raising her eyebrows. "There is more to the line. 'Much could--'"

"--Much could I say, had I an artist's mind..." Caden says hoarsely. This feels, suddenly, like a dreadful mistake, because the words of the play resonate far too keenly with the longing that drifts up in his heart whenever she's close to him. He stops, coughs, and then attempts the line again. "Much could I say, had I an artist's mind/with skill to match the fervor of my heart./But still it is my soul shall know the depths/of feeling that my tongue could never sound..."

To his deep embarrassment, his voice cracks a little on the last word.

Damn it, he thinks, clenching one fist suddenly into the sheets of the bed they're sitting on. It isn't fair.

She draws back a little, registering his agitation, and her eyes widen just slightly with some sudden realization. "Caden--"

"It's your turn," he whispers.

"Yes, but--"

"AERIE!" Haer'Dalis's sharp tenor cuts across the moment like a knife; he bursts through the door with a wide, ear-to-ear smile and a dramatic gesture. "There you are, my mourning dove; I did fear we had lost you in the great halls of this fine establishment. Will you not come to eat? I would not have you faint on the road for lack of a good meal!"

He extends a hand to her with an elaborate flourish. If he notices Caden is even in the room he gives no sign of it; his attention is entirely on Aerie.

"Oh!" Aerie says, startled out of whatever she was about to say. Her eyes flick between the two men frantically for a moment's hesitation, and then her shoulders slump just slightly, though she smiles in answer to the invitation. "Yes, of course, Haer'Dalis. I was just about to come down."

She reaches out to take the tiefling's hand, then pauses, looks to Caden. "And you will come too, will you not?"

Caden's expression has gone suddenly rigid with the effort of keeping a wave of turbulent emotion from showing on it. "Yes, I-- I will be down shortly," he says hollowly. "Do not let me keep you."

[zevlors-tail]

Warmth

Comfortvember day 17: Falling Asleep on Someone

As you can see, this WAS supposed to be for Comfortvember, but we're like almost halfway through December now lmao so- here, have this super quick drabble involving Childe, Zhongli, and my OC Muse.

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It was still early evening when Childe finally stepped into his apartment, exhaustion weighing heavily on his shoulders and a distant look in his eyes. Today's work had been grueling- so much so that he'd used Foul Legacy for a bit longer than he probably should have, and now he was paying the price. All he wanted was to flop over on the couch and pass out.

However...

That was currently not an option, seeing as how the object of his desire was already occupied by two others. Still, despite the immediate stab of jealousy he felt for how cozy the two looked, it faded away even faster at the sight before him. His eyes softened and his shoulders slumped, his lips turning up at the corner.

Zhongli was sat in the middle of the couch, head lulled to the side a bit with his chin resting atop Muse's head and an arm locked with theirs. Muse, on the other hand, was tucked into his side, face pressed into his chest as they slept peacefully with a blissful look of rest. It wasn't often Childe saw them completely relaxed like this, but Muse did seem to feel particularly safe with Zhongli. Their soft breaths and still figure said as much; Childe was used to them tossing and turning all night restlessly. It seemed like a miracle that Muse wasn't fidgeting while unconscious.

Childe took a minute to soak in the warmth he felt from looking at the two of them before slowly approaching the sleeping pair, exhaustion weighing heavily on his eyelids. Kicking off his shoes and dropping his gear on the carpet with a soft thud, he kneeled in front of Muse for a moment and pressed his lips to their forehead in a soft kiss, which in turn caused Muse to let out a breathy high pitched whine and bury their face further into Zhongli's chest.

Childe loved them dearly. He knew them well enough by now to know that the sound they made was not one of discomfort, but one of content. He couldn't help himself as he gazed at them lovingly, a hand coming up to gently pull their hair back over their shoulder and away from their face. His fingertips traced their jaw for a moment before they stirred a bit, legs and torso squirming around, and he decided to leave them be lest he woke them from what he was sure was much needed sleep. Archons knew they could use it.

"You're back."

The soft murmur of Zhongli's voice startled him a bit as he hastily drew his hand away from Muse. His eyes snapped to his friend's face, though he was a bit surprised to see that Zhongli hadn't even bothered to open his own eyes just yet, instead opting to keep them shut as he greeted Childe. He must have been tired still.

"Muse was concerned about your wellbeing."

Of course they were. When were they not?

"I'm here in one piece, aren't I?"

Sensing that this might be a sore subject, Zhongli moved on to the reason behind Childe's prolonged absence for the night. "Long day?"

"You have no idea." Childe couldn't have stopped the weariness from seeping into his words even if he had tried. "I'm looking forward to a few days off starting tomorrow, though..." He eyed the open spot next to Zhongli, debating if he had enough energy to even make it to his bed. In the end, he decided he did not.

Zhongli seemed to pay him no mind as he plopped himself down next to the older man, head pressing into the back of the cushion as his aching limbs finally felt some reprieve. But after a few seconds, Childe felt him wordlessly wrap an arm around his shoulders and pull him closer. He was much too tired to find it in himself to care, and instead melted into his friend's hold, head resting gently against his shoulder while his body relaxed into Zhongli's.

As an older sibling, Childe was no stranger to cuddling platonically- though it felt a bit odd to be the one being cuddled himself. But it felt nice all the same, and it didn't take long for him to drift off into a restful state with a fire burning softly in the background and lull of his partner's breath close to his ear. And even after he'd fallen asleep comfortably, the warmth from his Liyue family remained.

[authorangelita]

I posted 400 times in 2022

That's 298 more posts than 2021!

138 posts created (35%)

262 posts reblogged (66%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 370 of my posts in 2022

Only 8% of my posts had no tags

#macgyver 2016 - 105 posts

#ask ang things - 39 posts

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#wip wednesday - 17 posts

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Longest Tag: 138 characters

#also i learned a lot time ago that i have more of a chance to remember what the fic is about if i title it something like hand+table+knife

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#5

Random poll that in no way has any bearing on a possible WIP idea:

If Mac were to have a twin brother, would he be:

A: a blind man who works with animals

B: a professional athlete

C: a therapist who was paralyzed in the same car accident that killed their mother

D: a secret agent for a different agency who is wildly reckless and doesn't have a Jack to watch out for him

E: none of the above

17 notes - Posted May 27, 2022

#4

Happy Saturday! I had this scene pop into my head a couple of days ago, and I don't quite know what to do with it, so I'm posting it here for now. This is in the Reunited verse where Jack was captive for 5 years because Kovacs and Mac and Riley have a son named Jay.

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Jack let himself into Mac and Riley's house and quietly closed the door.  He'd heard from Matty that Mac took the day off because Jay was sick, and Riley was out on an op with one of the other teams, so he'd high-tailed over to the house. 

Rounding the corner into the living room gave him his first glimpse of the situation.  The TV was quietly playing an episode of Spongebob – a show he'd become familiar with recently while looking after Jay – and the couch was occupied by a MacGyver men blob. 

Mac was lying on his side with his back pressed against the back of the couch, and Jay was curled up in front of him with his back to Mac's chest.  They were still in their PJs and sharing a blanket.  Jay was clutching the plush horse that Jack had gifted him, but he barely looked over at Jack when he sat in the chair by the couch. 

"Mornin'," Jack said softly.  He eyed the bucket he'd just noticed was set in easy reach by the couch, but it was empty when he craned his neck to peek inside.  "Rough night?"

Mac looked over at him with bleary eyes and nodded slowly.  "Jay caught a stomach virus, but I think he's getting better.  He's kept down some meds and Pedialyte this morning."

Jack spotted the half-empty Pedialyte bottle and a sippy cup on the table and nodded.  "And you?"

"I'm not sick, just tired."

Jack raised an eyebrow, but Mac met his gaze calmly, if a little sleepily.  He seemed to be telling the truth.  "Do you guys need anything?"

"Coffee?" Mac asked hopefully. 

Grinning, Jack stood and headed into the kitchen, where he started a pot of coffee.  He made it strong, and Mac usually hated that, but if he'd been up all night with Jay, he needed the caffeine boost.  He also dropped a couple slices of bread into the toaster and poked around in the fridge to see if there were omelet ingredients. 

He was debating how much sugar to add to Mac's mug when Mac walked into the room, yawning and stretching his arms over his head.  He grabbed the cup and downed it black, which was very unlike him.

"How long have you been up, bud?"

Mac glanced at the clock and grimaced.  "Twelve hours, give or take."

"I can stay with him if you want to go and get some actual sleep in a bed."

Mac looked over his shoulder to where Jay was sleeping on the couch.  "I might take you up on that for an hour or so.  If he feels worse or his fever spikes, just wake me up.  There's a thermometer on the coffee table."

"One that you haven't taken apart?"

Mac rolled his eyes but replied, "Riley says the child thermometer is off limits.  Always off limits."

Jack narrowed his eyes and stared Mac down for a moment.  "And how many have you replaced?"

"About five, but don't tell her."

"Secret's safe with me.  And don't worry.  Jay and I will be out here, watching TV and drinking our breakfast beverages of choice.  Do you want me to try and get some food in him?"  Jack grabbed a piece of toast that had just popped up.

"If he asks for something, you can give him some banana or applesauce.  He doesn't like plain toast."  Mac grabbed the toast from Jack's hand and took a bite as he headed toward the master bedroom.  "Thanks, man."

Jack took a minute to fix himself a cup of coffee before heading into the living room to sit back in the chair beside the couch.  Jay, now awake, looked over at him and waved with the hand that didn't have a death grip on the plush horse. 

"Hey, cowboy.  Are you feeling a little better?"

Jay nodded.

"Good.  That's real good.  You want some more of this?" He leaned forward to grab the sippy cup next to the Pedialyte bottle.  It was about half-full, which Jack decided was good enough for now. 

Jay nodded again.  This time he moved, sliding off the couch, walking to Jack, and climbing into his lap.

Setting his coffee on the side table, Jack helped Jay get settled in the crook of his arm.  He could feel the heat of the little boy's fever and worriedly pressed the back of his hand to Jay's forehead.  He was warm but not as bad as Jack first thought he was.  He handed Jay the sippy cup and picked his coffee back up.

Jack stared at the TV, not really paying attention to it, while he thought about how good Mac was with his son.  Jay adored Mac, and Mac cherished every moment with Jay. 

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#3

WIP Wednesday 9/21

Thanks for the tag @rosieblogstuff :)

A little more FosterMac here. I know where this first story is going to end, so I have a goal! :)

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Jack glanced in the rearview mirror and saw Mac staring out the window.  He was fiddling with something in his hands, but Jack couldn't see it from his angle.  "What you got there?"

Mac held up a paperclip that had been twisted into the outline of a car.

"That's impressive, bud.  What other shapes can you do?"

Riley looked over and rolled her eyes.  "He does that all the time."

Mac glared at her. "It helps me stay focused.  The paperclips."  He slipped the car sculpture into his backpack and pulled out a new paperclip, which he quickly started to bend.

"Gives you something to do with your hands," Jack said with a knowing nod.  "I knew some guys in the Army who twirled pens or made origami animals.  Helped them think and kept them sitting still."

Mac dropped his paperclip and looked up at Jack in surprise like he'd never known anyone who understood it when he explained it. 

Jack smiled and pulled into his parking spot in front of the Dalton-Davis house.  Diane's car was in the driveway, and Jack was glad she was home.  The three made a mad dash for the front door through the increasingly worse rainstorm.

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18 notes - Posted September 21, 2022

#2

I was rewatching Scissors (S01E11) tonight. Can we talk about how Mac got Jack a Snuggie for Christmas? Is Jack cold a lot during movie nights at Mac's? Or did Mac want to give him something that was soft and comfortable? Because Jack is so often jumping in front of whoever is after Mac and getting banged up, so he's sore and surly unless he has a nice soft blanket. Or was it a joke gift because Mac didn't know what to get Jack? There are so many possibilities!

25 notes - Posted March 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Meta: Mac's Army Service Uniform

I've been meaning to post this for a while, and I was finally able to finish up the last bit of research. I did a deep dive into Mac's Army Service Uniform because I was super curious what it would say about his Army service. These observations are based on screenshots from S05E05 Jack + Kinematics + Safe Cracker + MgKNO3 + GTO.

Beret

The flash is blue with white stars, which represents the Department of the Army. Source

The distinctive unit insignia on his beret is for the 1st Armored Division.  The 1st Armored Division is an active unit of the US Army located in Fort Bliss, Texas. Known as the “Old Ironsides” and consists of over 17,000 soldiers. Source  More info

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[baroquebucky]

soup and crackers

in which bucky takes care of you when you’re sick

word count — 1,053

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a/n; hello hello ! just a quick self indulgent drabble as i am currently sick :P

Allergies were a bitch.

You’d been stuck in bed all day, under four blankets, shivering and sneezing. Your body ached, everything was cold and you had a pile of tissues next to your bed and two empty tissue boxes on the nightstand. Your hair was a mess and you looked deathly.

The worst part of it all?

Bucky wasn’t home. He was off on some mission since three days ago, possibly coming home today, possibly not.

Part of you hoped he didn’t come back today, you wanted him to come back in a couple more days when you were healthy again, not now where you know he’s scold you for being under four blankets despite having a fever. Another part was praying to every deity out there that he wakes in the front door any second now.

You’d been in and out of sleep all day, having only ate a granola bar, two Claritin’s and four bottles of water to top it all off.

Pausing the video you’d been watching, [half watching, you feel asleep four minutes in and woke up at the 30 minute mark only to pass out again later] you got up to use the restroom, dragging yourself and whining as you moved. Every muscle in your body was screaming at you to just lay down. After brushing your teeth and grabbing another water bottle you curled back under your blankets, shivering and blowing your nose one more time before passing out again.

It was quite a sight to see when bucky walked into the apartment. It was late in the afternoon so he expected you to either be cooking something or watching stuff in the living room, but when he heard nothing but the faint sound of some true crime video from your bedroom he knew something was up.

He set his bad down and took his shoes off, walking quietly to your shared bedroom and peeking in, seeing the lump of blankets and tissues littering the room. Bucky frowned slightly when he saw the Claritin box on the nightstand alongside som Vicks and tissue boxes.

“oh doll” he whispered, looking at your sleeping form, he couldn’t see much though, considering you were completely engulfed by the blankets.

Bucky debated pulling the blankets off you and waking you up to take your temperature, but by the way he saw your body shaking slightly he knew you had a fever. He shook his head, recalling the various times he’s told you to not give into the chills because it’ll just make the fever last longer.

Bucky was tired. He wanted nothing more than to shower and join you in bed. But he knew better.

Instead, he headed for the kitchen, grabbing some veggies and some noodles and getting to work. He grabbed your favorite mug and placed a tea bag in it, heating up some water before pouring it in and taking it to your shared bedroom, placing it on the nightstand before exiting.

You stirred awake at the sound of of footsteps outside. Your vision focused on the hot cup of tea, still steaming on your nightstand, you whined slightly as you sat up, taking the cup of tea in your hands and drinking it slowly. Bucky had added just enough honey in your tea, knowing that you liked for it to be sweet.

After you finished the tea, as if on cue bucky walked into the room, a soft smile on his face when he noted the empty mug.

“good morning doll” he spoke, a lopsided grin on his face as he took the mug from your hands, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

“morning” you spoke, your voice hoarse. You cringed at how sick you sounded, knowing you were in for it when bucky saw your pile of tissues. You turned to look down at the tissues only for it to be gone, along with the empty boxes and the Claritin packed away with the exception of two tablets.

“i cleaned up, figured you’d be too tired” bucky spoke up after you took in your surroundings, “now gimme these blankets and come eat, i know you haven’t ate anything for however long you’ve been sick.”

You moved slowly, your body sluggish and heavy. Finally you managed to pull yourself from the warmth of the blankets, your feet hitting the ground as you trailed behind bucky to the kitchen.

“made you some noodle soup, eat up while it’s still warm, im gonna go shower if you need anything tell me okay doll?” He spoke as he served you soup in a bowl, much more than you think you could fit in your stomach.

You nodded softly and bucky kissed your temple, mumbling a soft ‘love you’ before heading to the shower. Before you knew it you were almost done with the soup and two packets of crackers, not realizing just how hungry you were. The soup was amazing and made you feel warm, you were no longer shivering and you felt yourself getting better.

As you placed the bowl in the sink and sat on the couch, bucky walked out with of the restroom, hair still wet and a smile on his face.

“how my favorite girl feeling?” He asked, you blushed slightly at the nickname.

“better, just tired still” you replied, bucky handed you a couple more pills and a cup of water, you took them quickly and set the cup down on the table, cuddling up to your boyfriend as he flicked on the tv and scrolled through the channels.

After a couple minutes of silence you spoke up, “thank you for the soup it was so good whatd you put in it?” Bucky only gave you a cheesy grin before replying.

“Love.”

You couldn’t help the smile the made it’s way onto your face as you rolled your eyes at him, your head continuing to rest on his chest.

You felt warm inside, you felt comfortable and your body felt lighter than before. Your breathing evened out and before you knew it you slipped into a peaceful sleep. You felt loved, safe and secure. Even on your worst days, bucky was there to take care of you. You were happy bucky was home, at the end of the day, you always wanted bucky home.

[spnczr]

For 🌺 "When I miss you, It'll change the way I kiss you" and Lila from TUA! Btw the song is NASA by Ariana Grande

(I really hope I'm doing this right!)

You did it right, don’t worry!

i was having a mental debate on whether I should have it based during s3 or not, but i decided against it due to not knowing if you’ve seen it yet and to the fact i couldn’t quite find a way to begin it. Nevertheless, I hope this drabble fits your expectations!

“Well someone’s clingy,” Lila stated as you hugged her, taking in her body heat.

“You were gone for so long, though.” You explained as she slowly wrapped her arms around you. “I haven’t seen you in weeks.”

“The Commission had me working on something.” She told you as you reluctantly peeled yourself off of her body, e/c eyes looking into her brown ones. She watched as you gave her a smile, cupping her face in your calloused hands.

The two of you stared at one another for a minute, taking a moment to examine the faces neither of you had seen in so very long.

That’s until you pulled your girlfriend closer to you, placing your lips against hers. The kiss was full of love. Love that’s been caged inside for far too long. Lila noticed how this kiss, compared to the ones they had before, was different. To her, it was like you were kissing her like she’s been gone for years.

And to you she had been. You missed the way her lips felt on yours, the way her voice sounded, her everything. You wanted nothing more than to just be there with her and take back the time her job had stolen away from you.

Eventually you pulled away, and she laughed. “That was different.”

Your eye brows furrowed at he remark, “Different? Was it- was it bad?”

Lila was quick to deny you. “No, not really. It was just new. You kissed me like i had been sent away for war. Did you really miss me that much?”

You swatted at her. “Oh, hush.”

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[starlessea]

Permission

Drabble: Even though Daryl trusts you completely, you always make sure to ask his permission.

A/N Based on number #68 from this prompt list for anon.​

Masterlist

Buy Me A Coffee

The prison was in chaos.

A sickness had spread in a matter of hours — infecting half a cell block and leaving the other half as walkers — and the bodies were piling up quicker than they could be buried.

You hadn’t even gotten the chance to catch your breath since it all happened, and your cell felt stifling. Your heart pounded in your chest, and your palms felt clammy as you paced the box room — trying to compose yourself before you went out there to face everyone. The day had become utterly chaotic.

And then Rick came stumbling in.

He had Daryl’s arm slung around his neck, as he dragged him into your cell. The archer looked much too flushed, and much too unsteady on his feet as he caught his shoulder on the doorway.

You stopped pacing, trying to decipher the expression on Rick’s face as he lowered Daryl down onto your mattress.

“What happened?” you demanded, immediately fluttering over to his side — hands running against his chest and along his face as you panicked. “Is he-”

Rick shook his head. “He ain’t sick,” he drawled, but gave the man a side-eye glance which was still faintly laced with worry. “He just keeled over from the sun,” he explained.

You laid Daryl back against the pillows, as he weakly tried to bat your arm away.

Stubborn as always, that man.

His brow was sweating, but his lips were dry. You quickly paced over to the basin to wet a rag, and fill up a glass.

“Been at it since dawn,” the officer commented, helping you sit him up and plump his pillows. “Just needs some water.”

Daryl brought the glass to his mouth with a shaky hand, as you dabbed his forehead with the cool cloth. He felt like fire beneath your touch — as he seemed to look through you with an empty, vacant stare.

You perched on the edge of the mattress, gently blotting his skin as he got his bearings. But as soon as a hint of realisation flashed over his face, he tried to get up from the bed, wobbling as he did so.

“You’ve got heat stroke! You need to rest!” you cried, pressing his chest back down. Rick came over to help, squeezing Daryl’s shoulder as he tried to fight against him. “You’ve been digging those graves all day,” you told him, your voice trailing off as you spoke the words.

Daryl stilled underneath your palms, watching your lip quiver.

The day had already been brutal. You didn’t want it to get any worse.

The man mumbled something incoherent under his breath, as he reached for the near-empty glass — finishing the remainder with one swig. His skin was so sticky, so clammy and flushed, and his breaths were far too shallow and far too hot as they landed on your cheek.

You hovered the back of your hand over his forehead — almost recoiling at the sheer heat radiating from it. “Hey, Daryl. Look at me, baby,” you coaxed, tilting his head until your eyes met. Rick was standing firmly beside you, but you debated dismissing him.

Daryl probably wouldn’t like your next suggestion.

“Can I take your shirt off?” you asked slowly, not breaking eye contact. “We need to cool you down.”

Rick shifted on the balls of his feet, glancing between you and the bars of the cell door — unsure whether to stay or leave.

But Daryl swallowed thickly, and nodded.

So the two of you peeled that sweat-soaked shirt from his body, whilst the other man pretended not to notice the scars splayed over the archer’s back. Neither of you said anything.

But Rick’s expression said it all.

Daryl drifted off not long after that, once you’d placed a cool cloth at the back of his neck, and ran another along his chest until he no longer felt like a burning blaze under your palms.

Soon, it was just the two of you — as you sat on the edge of the bed, stroking the hair back from his forehead as he dozed.

Daryl was never one to know his own limits, or even acknowledge they existed. It didn’t surprise you that he’d worked himself to the point of collapse.

You just wished he would rely on you more.

“Ya didn’t have to ask.”

His raspy voice startled you, and you flinched against him — as he let out a breathy chuckle in response.

You quickly started to fret over him now that he was awake, retrieving the drying cloths and dunking them back in the water basin beside you. But Daryl grabbed your hand, and you quickly realised that his eyes looked better — more normal.

He no longer had that blurred, glazed-over look about him, and his grip was firm over your wrist.

That man always did bounce back much too quickly.

“Din’t need my permission for the shirt,” he repeated — but this time his words sunk in.

He drew circles over the back of your hand with his thumb, which no longer felt too hot against your own skin.

“Ya were jus’ tryna help me,” he mumbled, offering one of his rare, warm smiles in your direction. “Wouldn’t a’ been mad at ya.”

You let the cloth float atop the water basin, abandoned, and instead brought your cool, damp palm to his cheek. He placed his other hand atop of it — leaning into your touch.

“But ‘m glad ya did.”

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[raayllum]

730 days

summary: It's a long two years. OR: drabbles set during the two year timeskip between season three and season four.  length: 900 words

ch4: day 365

It’s raining on his 16th birthday, which feels appropriate. 

Callum wakes up to the soft pitter-patter of the rain against his windowpane, and not the soft sound of Rayla breathing, and—

He hates it, the way everyone is looking at him in the hallways, at breakfast, Ezran’s eyes thoughtful and sad, and Opeli looks torn between giving him tasks or giving him the day off, like she’s not sure which would be better for him, but it’s fine, he’s fine, he’s—

He doesn’t need them to walk on eggshells around him, so in the end, Callum spends most of his birthday shut up in his study, back stubbornly to the poster he and Rayla had first debated ethics over, and pouring himself into his work. If he spends any more time around Opeli and Ezran, or even Corvus, looking at him like that, he knows he’ll lose his temper, and he doesn’t want to be a jerk to them on his birthday—

It’s mid-afternoon when Soren knocks on his door and enters without waiting.

Callum sucks in a breath, leaving the page of notes he almost blotted due to startling and turning around in his chair. 

Soren isn’t hesitant the way he was at breakfast, instead presenting all of his usual swagger. “Hey, mage man—”

“Not calling me a kid, anymore?” Callum says with a slight eye roll, turning back to his work.

Soren hops onto the table beside him, metal armour clinking together. “Nope. You’re sixteen; you know what that means: you’re a man today. I’m taking you out.”

Callum raises his gaze, scrutinizing his friend’s grin. “Out?”

“You, my dear friend, are officially old enough to drink. So I, amazing friend that I am, have convinced Opeli to let you loose in the town tonight—provided I come with. I’ll take you some of the good bars, promise.”

Promise.

Callum shutters down. “I don’t have any interest in bars.”

“Oh come on—you must be interested at least in alcohol.” 

The few sips of wine King Harrow had let him have at thirteen had curbed that curiosity. “Not really, no.”

“There’s more than bitter wine and fancy champagne,” Soren says and pushes at his shoulder. “Come on. Do you really want to be shut in all day? It’s not even raining anymore.” When Callum stays silent, Soren sighs and hedges, “It’s either that or a very long birthday dinner with Ez and Opeli.”

Callum sets down his quil. “Fine. But just for like, an hour, and then we’re coming home.”

The bars at half-past six are more interesting than Callum thought they would be, though. There’s a lot more travel in the human kingdoms, now, since the war ended, and plenty more travel between the Pentarchy and Xadia. A few elves laugh and drink, and there’s Xadian wine, which tastes much better, although Callum ends up being like Soren and mostly nursing a tankard of mead.

He’s having an okay time enjoying himself, the music pleasant if a little loud, and Soren is managing to distract him, talking about ridiculous dance moves and even asking about magic, and Callum thinks this maybe won’t be a terrible birthday, and then—

He thinks he sees her. 

It’s just for a second, a flash of Moonshadow teal, long white locks of hair and curved horns, and then—Callum is on his feet, walking away from Soren mid-sentence, rising up on his toes and—

It’s not her. Just another Moonshadow elf, male, by the looks of it, and suddenly he can’t breathe. It’s not her, of course it’s not her. He’s being stupid, and clearly going crazy, and—

He sits back down at the table, shoulders slumping, just as Soren has risen to follow him. The crownguard studies his face, brow furrowed in concern. “Hey, man,” Soren says slowly. “You okay?”

“Fine,” Callum says, angrier than he’d been at his cleric and brother, angry at Rayla—angry at himself for being stupid and foolish and hopeful. He downs the rest of his mead without gagging and holds up the tankard. “I want another.”

He must say it with a steely glint in his eye, or the power of a princely command, because Soren lets him—and really, two tankards of mead isn’t that much, but for someone who’s never drunk before and still on the skinnier side... Callum’s head swims a bit by the time he finishes, and he throws up twice on the way home, Soren bearing all his weight with an arm slung over his shoulders.

Soren escorts him upstairs, too, and the only consolation is that Opeli hasn’t seen this, so that neither of them will get an earful for it.

In the end, Callum sits against the cool stone wall next to his bedroom ensuite, temples pounding even when Soren returns with a cup of water and sinks down beside him. The moonlight from his window makes the water glitter, and—

Callum blinks rapidly and wipes at his eyes, the anger gone and leaving him just an empty husk. He takes a shaky sip to wash out the aftertaste of bile.

“I miss her,” he says miserably, unable to stop the tears.

Soren purses his lips. “I’m sorry,” he says, and what he’s apologizing for—letting him get drunk, Callum’s broken heart—Callum doesn’t think either of them are sure of. It doesn’t really matter.

Headache notwithstanding, tomorrow will be better—because then at least it won’t be his birthday.

[pomegranate-machinations]

A Demotion (Jayce/Viktor)

i’ve been keeping this drabble in my notes app for months. this was the first thing i had written for arcane, but i never posted it until now!

In which Jayce slips up at a benefactor event, and Viktor is rightfully pissed.

Word Count: 719

Content: G rating, tooth rotting fluff, pet names, Jayce is far too soft and Viktor can never stay mad for long

“Knock, knock.”

Viktor huffed, shaking his head.

“You don’t have to say ‘Knock, knock,’ you know that, right?”

He had been sat in the lab for a few hours, hunched over his desk but doing more pouting than any proper work.

The door slowly swung open, revealing Jayce fully shrinking into his suit jacket. The image almost made Viktor laugh, but he quickly stiffened as he remember he was supposed to be upset.

Wordlessly, Jayce slouched over to the desk to stand beside him, his eyes the size of dinner plates and fully locked onto Viktor in silent pleading.

Viktor averted his gaze, lip trembling to keep his smile at bay. He had to hold strong on this one, regardless of how precious his partner was acting. After all, he had been mortified.

The two of them had been at a Hextech showcase. After the roll out of the second wave of Atlas Gauntlets, they had been playing circus for weeks. All of the benefactors wanted an up close and personal look at the new designs, and of course Jayce obliged, wanting to constantly keep their progress moving. Viktor was completely onboard, until tonight.

After the presentation, Jayce had been doing his usual rounds chatting with the benefactors of the evening. Viktor normally preferred to just trail behind, happy to quietly hoard snacks and look on in wonder while Jayce worked his charm. However, during one of his notorious sales pitches to a potential investor, he had referred to Viktor as his “assistant.”

Now, of course they had a level of professionalism to uphold. “Boyfriend” wasn’t necessarily going to get them the support they needed. Normally, they had both stuck with “partner” when it came to Hextech. Sometimes for giggles it would be “colleague,” normally accompanied with an air of mocking snootiness that passed over the heads of their debutante audiences. But never, never, was it “assistant.” As soon as Jayce had said it, he knew what he did wrong, and quickly corrected to “colleague,” but it was too late.

Which had lead Viktor back to lab, staring at the wall and debating the purchase of a pencil skirt to accompany his demotion.

And in turn, had led Jayce to mooning over him like a kitten in a puddle.

“If you don’t need anything from me, I really do need to get on with my work.” He paused, throwing over his shoulder. “After all, I am just your assistant-“

A light pressure against his leg cut him off. As he looked down, his last bit of stubborn strength melted away.

Jayce had taken to sitting criss-cross on the floor, pathetically leaning his head against Viktor’s thigh as he looked up at him with the biggest pleading eyes. He still hadn’t said a word, but kept his cheek squished against Viktor’s leg.

Viktor’s heart burst, and he ran a hand through Jayce’s hair.

“You know, you can’t always get away with things like this.” Jayce moved to prop his chin up on Viktor’s knee, his pout morphing into a small grin.

“I can so long as you let me.”

Viktor shoved his head gently, snorting. Jayce caught his hand, grabbing it and pressing his lips to Viktor’s knuckles gently. Viktor’s ears burned, and he turned away slightly.

“Fine, fine! But if you ever call me your assistant again, I’m filing for divorce. Understand?”

“Of course, of course. From now on it’s only ‘my love.’” Jayce pulled his arm slightly to face him, kiss his hand again. Viktor burned a little more, sinking into his chair.

“Or would you prefer ‘my heart’?” He placed another kiss, this time on Viktor’s wrist.

“‘My dove’?” A kiss on his forearm.

“‘My angel’?” Two kisses along the crook of his arm.

“‘My light’?” A kiss on his shoulder.

At this point, Jayce had risen to stand over Viktor, who had turned into a blushing pile in his seat. Attempting to save some grace, Viktor straightened up a bit.

“P… Partner is still fine.”

Jayce smiled, lightly pecking Viktor on the lips.

“Partner it is then!”

Viktor brow furrowed, and he surged up, wrapping his arms around Jayce’s shoulders to pull him closer.

“Then kiss me like your partner, and not like a fucking assistant.”

Jayce’s smile widened, and he leaned in.

“Of course.”

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