#i can't write kissing

[krillgarden]

besides, if you'd never found out, it wouldn't have bothered you.

[avituses]

We are two sides of the same coin

[turtledotjpeg]

[llamahearted]

they were playing & milly had been planning to lean in and catch her priest man off guard with some joke, but. well. now she's forgotten whatever-it-was she was gonna say

[skrunksthatwunk]

non-comprehensive haruhi autism creature comp

i mean just look at him she's literally

[bluegekk0]

🎵 ❤️

[whumblr]

Desperate silence

I love it when Whumpers use silence as a weapon to either immensely unnerve Whumpee with the uncertainty or to play at Whumpee's desperation to get what they want without having to spell things out.

- It starts all simple. "Where are you taking us?" "What are you planning?!" And Whumper just leers at them, making eye contact (maybe glaring at them in the backseat through the back mirror) to make sure they know he did hear them, he's just not answering. Letting Whumpee think the worst :)

- The questions are getting more desperate. "Look, what do you want from us?! Are you going to kill us?!" And again there's no response.

- When Whumper drags Caretaker towards him, maybe not even holding a weapon yet but Whumpee is going out of their mind and their shouting is starting to resemble begging.

- "What do you want? What do you want to know? Just... just ask me anything, I'll tell you anything you want to know! You want me on my knees?!" And they immediately fall to their knees without any prompting. "There you go! You want me to beg? I will! Just please, tell me what you want!"

- Whumper holding eye contact, an expectant gaze but not saying what he is expecting from Whumpee. Maybe a smile. A fake smile that spells out trouble. Or completely expressionless, nothing to read on that face, except maybe a very feint hint of disapproval.

- Whumpee looking up, from their knees or from whatever task they are doing, desperately looking for approval. Am I doing it right? Is this what you wanted?

- "Is everything okay? Wait... did I do something wrong?" "..." "Are you... are you mad? What is it? What did I do wrong?!"

- Or worse :) "Is Caretaker okay? Is he alright?! Is he hurt?! Did you hurt him? Please, please tell me. Is he-- oh God did you kill him!?" And then they get locked in a dark room :) Alone.

- Bonus! A defiant Whumpee who just sputters and fizzles out because there's nothing to defy or who turns it into a staring match.

[waldau]

i kindly ask you for a drabble with #20 from the prompt list with mingyu please 🥺🤲

“Kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference.” + mingyu

pleaaaase can you imagine how cute this would be, he's so dreamy

it’s not your first date with mingyu, but the way you’re feeling right now is just how you did back then — butterflies in your stomach, the way your hand fit so perfectly in his gloved one, held safely in his pocket because he was worried you’d feel too cold, the way he smiled—

a smile’s still on his lips, not as prominent as it was earlier in the evening, but it’s there. and you’re not even doing anything. you’re just standing at the foot of the staircase leading up to the floor where your apartment is, and you’re staring back at your boyfriend.

“what’s up?”

“thank you for today,” mingyu says, bringing up your hand to his lips to press a kiss to it. “i had fun.”

“aw, don’t thank me for that. i had fun, too. thanks for being free.”

he sighs. “i’d be free every single day of my life if it meant we could go out on more dates.”

you smile. “wouldn’t you get bored, then? seeing me all the time?”

he stares at you like you’ve said something preposterous. “don’t you even think like that, okay? i’ve been—”

you raise your eyebrows when he cuts himself off. “you’ve been what?”

“nothing,” he says, tugging at your hand that’s still in his. “come on, let’s get you back home. it’s cold.”

you don’t press him, instead following his lead as he climbs up the stairs. but he lets go of your hand when you reach the topmost one. you’re left staring down at him when you turn around, something that’s never happened before. you can see the swoop of hair curling on his forehead even better, and the way his eyes are tired yet shining. you’re never going to get tired of him, that much you know for sure.

“you’re shorter than me,” you tease, reaching forward to tug at the chain that lies around his neck. “how do you feel?”

“like you,” he grins, and you roll your eyes. you lean down to kiss his forehead, but he tilts his head up, and you end up kissing his nose. you don’t mind. you love the little mole he has at the end of it, and you have no problem reminding him of how much it should be cherished.

mingyu, however, has other plans. he stands on his tiptoes and reaches up to you, and you have no choice but to press a kiss to his lips, hands around his shoulders to make sure he doesn’t accidentally tumble down the stairs. he leans in for one more, but you’re a bit embarrassed by the setting you’re in.

“anyone can see us, gyu. i’m not keen on any neighbour seeing me make out with my boyfriend.”

he pouts but obliges, following you to your door. before you can unlock it, he grabs your wrist.

“that thing i was saying. i’ve been thinking of asking you to…move in with me. there’s no way i’d ever get tired of seeing you, okay? will you think about it?”

you can’t help but kiss him once again for that, neighbours be damned.

[lightgamble]

DAREDEVIL: BORN AGAIN | 1.09

You asked me for a favor. I did it.

[oh-phoenixx]

"Smoke"/"Change" - Jegulus microfic @into-the-jeggyverse - 523 words

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Regulus’s first Christmas at the Potters’ was not all that Sirius had made it out to be. Yes, they were kind and generous, yes, it was everything that he and his brother had dreamed of when they were little. But it was too much. It was too perfect. It was too good for him. 

At the moment, Regulus, Sirius, James, and James’s parents were sitting in the living room, drinking hot chocolate and watching muggle Christmas movies. 

“I’m going out for a smoke,” Regulus mumbled to his brother. He went into the hall and grabbed the cigarettes and the lighter from his jacket, and then stepped outside. 

He was leaning back against the wall, cigarette in hand, when the front door opened beside him. He had expected it to be Sirius, or maybe Fleamont, who had talked to him a few times and was actually quite easy to confide in. He hid the cigarette for a moment in case it was Fleamont, but instead, James came out and shut the door behind him. 

“Those things will kill you, you know?” He observed, like the genius he was.

“Really? I hadn’t heard,” Regulus muttered, taking another drag.

“Sirius smokes, too. I’ve tried to get him to stop, and Remus. You’re all hopeless,” James scoffed, though his tone was playful. 

Regulus didn’t say anything in response. He didn’t know why James was out here. Frankly, he didn’t care. He wished he was made for this type of thing, for Christmas and joy and a decent home. But he wasn’t, this wasn’t his life.

“I know it’s a lot,” James mumbled, his tone almost nervous now. “We’re a lot. It’s okay if it’s overwhelming for you. My parents won’t be angry if you need a break from it all.”

“What do you care what I need?” Regulus replied, glaring through tear-filled eyes, though at his feet so that James couldn’t tell.

“I care. I care a lot, actually. More than you let yourself believe, I imagine.” James was facing him fully, his shoulder against the wall and his gaze so fixed on him that Regulus could practically feel the weight of it. “Sirius might’ve acted like being here was heaven just to get you to stay with us, but it wasn’t easy for him, either. He didn’t feel like he deserved it. He was worried every second that our love for him was conditional, and at some point we would just…snap. Hurt him. It’s okay if that’s how you feel.”

“I’m fine,” Regulus bit. “It’s just too fucking bright and loud and- I don’t know what’s wrong with me, okay?”

“That’s okay, too. You’ll figure it out as you go. You don’t have to change yourself for your home anymore, Reg. We’ll change for you. We just want you to be comfortable.”

Something about the way he said this softened Regulus. By then, he had finished his cigarette. He dropped it and ground it under his shoe. When he looked back to James, soft hazel eyes met his, and he could have melted.

Maybe Regulus didn’t need to go back to Grimmauld Place for the summer.

[andi-o-geyser]

everyone say thank you subtitle team

[dumplingsjinson]

It starts with Character B kissing their cheek, the corner of their mouth, their jaw, down to their neck. Soft, soft pecks, all innocent; light touches of their lips to Character A's skin.

And then—

"I like it when you kiss my neck," Character A admits when Character B pulls away to look at them. Character B lets the confession linger in the air for no longer than a second before they take that as a sign to trail even more kisses down their neck, lips attaching to their neck in almost an instant.

Character A tilts their head back for easier access, letting out hushed sighs and soft moans and gasps as Character B trails open-mouthed kisses down their neck, hand on the nape of their neck to pull Character B impossibly closer; unable to get enough of them no matter what.

This spurs Character B on even more — excites them, even — as they pull the collar of their shirt down to trail more open-mouth kisses on their exposed skin; resists the temptation to leave marks on an empty canvas; presses themselves flush against Character A, leaving no space between them untouched.

Their legs are tangled together, Character A's fingers are in Character B's hair, Character B has Character A pressed against the bed, body against body.

And it's addicting, in very different ways for the both of them (but also to an extent, in the same ways).

"Fuck," Character A lets out in a rushed breath when Character B pulls away to look at them and Character B grins, leaning down to leave a soft, lingering kiss on their lips.

[saphstories]

To Those Who Wait

Dark clouds rolled across the evening sky over the Island, and it wasn’t but a moment later that Sonic let out a grumble at the gentle rainfall that misted his quills. Normally, rain wasn’t so cumbersome for him, but ever since getting zapped by that weird energy that had imprisoned Amy… 

Sonic let out a sigh and resumed his quick pace across the hills of the Island. He couldn’t stop; Amy was still mostly a ghost, and until she was safe, there wasn’t time to slow down. Whatever that hologram girl wanted, however those giant Titans fit into the picture, Amy–his friends needed him. They wouldn’t get anywhere if he just stood around, rain or no rain. Still… “Wish we were sharing an umbrella, Amy.” Sonic smiled to himself, his discomfort with the weather cheering slightly with the thought of his best gal. His cheeks tinted pink, his imagination conjuring the perfect picture: he and Amy, huddled together under an umbrella in a meadow of wildflowers, her warmth and softness pressed against him, his nose tickled with her sweet floral strawberry scent… Maybe, when all this was over… that could be? Maybe not with the rain, but just him and Amy, together at- 

His sneakers left skids in the muddy ground as the blue hedgehog hit his brakes, blinking against the rain at the sweet spot of pink in the distance. A grin split his muzzle.  There, closer than he’d thought, sitting among a vale of wildflowers, was the most beautiful Rose of them all despite the ghostly quality of her appearance. He shook his head and zoomed over, slowing down to a stroll just before he reached her. Her head was down, her eyes sad, her gentle fingers softly stroking a wildflower’s petals though she couldn’t touch them, and his heart clenched for her. 

“Hey, still thinking about the Koko?” Amy whirled around at Sonic’s approach, her green eyes momentarily wide with surprise, before she relaxed and faced forward again with a sigh and a nod. 

“Yeah, and more.” She confessed. “I’m not sure what happened, but I know what I saw: a love that transcended time. I believe in that power.” Out of her sight, Sonic’s lips twitched up in a fond smile, his emerald eyes soft as he gazed at her. “When this is over, I want to share that love with the world. Even though… it may take us far apart.” 

Amy fell silent, nibbling her bottom lip, her ears and eyes lowered. “I know you’ll do great.” Sonic fought to keep a supportive smile on his face as he knelt down next to her, to keep his tone light and encouraging. Because if he believed in anything… he believed in his Rose. “And I want to hear all about it when you come back.” When Amy met his eyes, with that radiant smile and shining eyes, he knew he said the right thing. His own smile was more genuine as he rose back to his feet. He zipped away before his facade could crack, before the truth could show. 

Sonic ran and ran, speeding across tumbling hills and ancient monuments, until a cliffside covered in flowers forced him to stop. He closed his eyes and tried to breathe through the ache in his chest that reverberated through his bones. For the first time, he was thankful for the rain, the splashing of the waves against the rocky cliffs that misted over his fur. 

“Amy…” Sonic whispered brokenly. “I should’ve made up my mind sooner…” 

It was poetic, wasn’t it? Just when he’d finally decided what he wanted, when he finally decided to stop running away and embrace what had been there all along… he, Sonic the Hedgehog, the Fastest Thing Alive, Hero of Mobius… he had been too slow. He’d missed his chance. For all the times he’d pushed Amy away, for all the times he’d rebuffed and refused her… now that he wanted her, she was leaving him behind. 

No. Sonic shook his head, a newfound determination in his emerald eyes. He wouldn’t do this to Amy. Not after all the years of patience, kindness, and acceptance she’d shown him. She’d waited for him, and now it was his turn. He would be supportive, he would be encouraging, he would be joyful for her on this path she’d chosen. He would be patient, kind, and accepting. And if her path realigned with his like Sonic hoped it would, well… it would be worth the wait for her. 

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Sunshine gleamed through the station’s stained glass windows, and Amy’s pink quills shone with a radiance that mirrored her beaming smile and glimmering green eyes. Sonic grinned back at her, just as the train’s whistle blew. The five minute warning before departure. “I suppose that’s my cue.” Amy laughed. 

Sonic snubbed his nose. “I can’t wait to hear about all the trouble you get into.” He teased. 

Amy giggled and tossed her arms around Sonic’s shoulders. “I’m gonna miss you!” Sonic closed his eyes and tightened his arms around her waist, taking a moment to memorize the soft warmth of her fur, the floral strawberry scent of her quills, before he decided on a little fun and swung her around, laughing when she shrieked and squealed. “Soniiiiic!” 

The train whistle blew again, two short blasts that signalled the one-minute boarding warning. “All aboard.” Amy grinned, picking up her suitcase. 

Sonic couldn’t help himself. He raised his hand and cupped her cheek, watching as her beautiful green eyes widened, feeling her pulse quicken under his glove as he leaned down and so very lightly brushed his lips on her other cheek. Pulling back, the beautiful coloring in her cheeks, the wonder in her eyes, gave him hope. 

The train whistle blew its final warning, and Sonic watched Amy startle, grab her suitcase, and dart onto the train just before the doors closed. Sonic ran alongside the platform, waving, as the train departed the station. Even when the crowds around him dispersed, Sonic remained, watching until she vanished behind the horizon. “You’re gonna do great, Ames, I know it. Show the world a love that transcends time, and when you’re ready, if you still want it, I’ll be right here waiting for you with one of my own.”

(Welcome to this Day Masterpost!)

[jenanigans1207]

I am this close (*fingers touching*) to writing a lengthy, angsty shiguang fic where Lu Guang goes back in time for the who-knows-what-number time to continue to try and save Cheng Xiaoshi.

Except this time, in the last timeline, they had finally managed to stop dancing around that thing between them and actually work it out so they were together. Together together. So Lu Guang goes from being Cheng Xiaoshi's significant other, the one who knows him better than anyone else in the world... to a complete stranger. And this entire time he has to endure staring at the love of his life, knowing that Cheng Xiaoshi will eventually love him back but that love hasn't been enough to save him in the past and might not be enough to save him this time either.

And it's in little things, right? Like Lu Guang making Cheng Xiaoshi's coffee out of habit only for Cheng Xiaoshi to ask him how he knew the way he liked his coffee and Lu Guang remembers that he's not supposed to know Cheng Xiaoshi that well at this moment in time. It's things like watching Cheng Xiaoshi lay on the couch while he plays games on his phone and knowing that in the last timeline, Cheng Xiaoshi would've put his phone down and opened his arms so Lu Guang could come curl up against his side before Cheng Xiaoshi would resume playing and Lu Guang would tease him about losing. But this Cheng Xiaoshi simply bends his knees and moves his feet so there's room for Lu Guang to sit on the opposite side of the couch.

And it's beautiful sometimes too, right? When Cheng Xiaoshi opens up to him, starts to let down his walls and let Lu Guang in the way he has in every timeline previous to this one. The way he somehow manages to surprise Lu Guang and tell him things he never knew, despite the fact that he's gone through this so many times-- reminding him bitterly that this is in fact a different timeline.

And it's just the hollow, gut wrenching ache of having everything he wants right there-- having been given everything he wanted before-- and not knowing if he's going to be able to keep it.

And to be fair, this entire idea started out as a language of flowers fic where Lu Guang, in those initial weeks where they're becoming friends and bonding, sends Cheng Xiaoshi pictures of flowers because Cheng Xiaoshi asks to see some of his photography. And Lu Guang sends him pictures of flowers that mean "I miss you", "I love you", "I'll never forget you". And Cheng Xiaoshi thinks the pictures are beautiful but he doesn't get it, not really-- he can't understand that Lu Guang is bearing his heart to him in a way that is both painful and dangerous if he were to ever figure it out.

And at some point it ends up being suggested that Lu Guang try portraits so he agrees to, only if Cheng Xiaoshi is his subject. Cheng Xiaoshi doesn't think much of it, thinking that he's the only one Lu Guang trusts enough to do something like this with. And then Lu Guang insists on Cheng Xiaoshi wearing a flower crown-- his lame excuse being that he's used to shooting landscape/flowers so this helps bridge the gap. But it's really just an excuse to adorn Cheng Xiaoshi's beautiful face with flowers that essentially translate to "I will never give up on you, I will move mountains and alter the past for you, I will not let anything keep me from you ever again." But of course, Cheng Xiaoshi doesn't know this, either.

And no matter how it ends, Lu Guang will have this photo of Cheng Xiaoshi-- beautiful and wearing a crown of every emotion Lu Guang has for him-- to cling to.

[royalarchivist]

Richarlyson calls Hideduo toxic yaoi.

[souliebird]

Okay. So.

I keep trying to write this and it's not clicking so. Let's do this as a My brain literally rambling with minor grammar edits. Let's go. ((I'm 🍃))

Hero!Dex!drabble time bby

Dex lives across the hall. You run into each other some times. Small polite neighbor talk if it's relevant. You don't know each other names.

The idea is you are the daughter of an Irish gang boss, with your brother being a high ranking member. You've newly run away from the family and are hiding in Hell's Kitchen. Shady apartment building, cash rent, no names.

Until Bullseye comes back from a rough Daredevil fight at the same moment as you. And you know exactly who Bullseye is.

But instead of panicking, you just go, "Oh shit, hold on, I have field medic training. Do you have a kit?"

And he's just like "Huh? Yes. Okay".

And Dex let's you in. You patch him up without asking anything while Dex tries to not panic.

Then you just tell him to wait a moment and he is like "Okay." Because he knows you know. He should kill you, but you're being nice to him.

He wants to Trust.

And you come back really quick with some left overs being like "Look here, eat this. It's got lots of protein and carbs, you'll need it. Just pop it in the microwave for five minutes, it'll be good. That bowl is microwave safe."

And Dex is just like. "okay. Yes." He likes that you're not asking questions because questions means he'd have to kill you

You're just helping him. A good person.

You leave after that.

Then you pretend it's back to normal but Dex is Dex.

But he's sure to keep his distance this time.

Time passes.

Dex wakes up to banging from across the hall. Early morning. Your door is open. He goes inside. Two men are assaulting you - you're pinned with a knife in your hand, clearly mid-fight with one guy while the other watches.

Dex does not think.

You crawl towards him. He grabs you, takes you back to his apartment, you do not fight him. He starts demanding answers.

You tell him everything.

They were looking for your brother. You haven't seen him in years, even before you left. He's turned into a state's witness and your dad thinks you'd know where he'd hide.

He's right but you'd never tell him that.

Dex looks at you very clearly. Right in the eye and Bullseye asks.

"Does he know anything incriminating about you?"

"Yes."

"Would you go to jail?"

"Yes."

"Do you want your father dead for sending his men after you?"

Pause.

"Yes."

"Okay."

He takes you to a hotel four hours away. He lets you block the doors with furniture. You cried in the car and are just tired now. He waits until you fall asleep. He leaves a note.

You wake up and panic and bit, but the note helps. He tells you he'll be back and you want to Trust that.

He saved you. He wouldn't bring you all this way to kill you. He's Bullseye. You saw him in his weird little Villain costume. He kills people in public like all the time no problem.

He's going to kill your family. He's going to set you free.

He's going to cause So Much Fucking Chaos in the underbelly of the city. It might vibrate all the way back to Cork.

That makes you kind of giddy because they all deserve it. All of them, especially your brother.

But you kinda deserve it, too.

You never hurt anyone. You've never threatened. You don't want to. You were happy to play the naive one because it meant one less criminal. But you know everything. You couldn't stop it.

Your cousin's ex-wife was a mole in the FBI. You'd be dead before you could find a lawyer.

You could very easily pretend to be dead now, though.

It's something to think about when you aren't panicking.

You hate being alone. You are terrified of someone busting in. You sit and watch bad cable for hours bc it's the only way to stay sane.

You don't sleep and you chug bad motel coffee.

Dex comes back after ten hours.

"If I don't tell you anything, you can't use it against me later."

You get it.

"Are you hurt?"

You patch him up with what's in the bathroom.

He bought clothes and supplies on his way back. He insists you go shower first. He doesn't ask why you didn't shower before.

You once again panic at being alone.

He comes in and you end up in the shower together. You keep to yourselves, backs turned. You only talk when he asks if you are finished - he has to move around you to get out.

You are.

You dress . He brought cheap ready to eat food. You both eat that while watching bad cable. You both comment on it and joke.

You still don't know his name.

He lets you push the second bed against the door. You sleep in the same bed, with you closer to the wall. Your head is on his chest.

"Thank you for saving me."

He doesn't reply.

You sleep.

He watches you all night.

And scene.