#it's coming >:D

[prosperdemeter2]

WIP Wednesday - foundation

Eddie raised his brows with a soft smile, “I had a sweet sixteen.” He provided. “My parents threw it in the backyard, I didn’t want a hall or anything.” Buck’s lips twitched into a tiny smile. “We stayed up really late. Shannon stayed the night… it was a good day.” 

“Wouldn’t do anything different?” 

“No,” Eddie said with a shake of his head. “Well… maybe.” 

“Maybe?” 

“If I knew you.” 

“If you knew me?” 

“Invited you.” Eddie explained. “Kissed you against my dad’s old truck.” 

Buck’s smile widened, the tip of his tongue sticking out to run against the flesh of his bottom lip. “I was an asshole back then.” 

“Bullshit,” Eddie scoffed, “You’ve never been an asshole.”

“You say that now…” 

“Don’t talk shit about my fiance.” Eddie scolded, tugging himself closer, wrapping his arm more firmly around Buck’s waist. “I’m kind of really into him.” 

“Fiance,” Buck echoed softly, like he still couldn’t believe the turn of events. “My old friend Natalia’s mom got me a cake for my sixteenth.” 

Eddie tried not to feel his heart ping in sadness at the thought. At least Buck had had someone. At least he hadn’t been completely alone. At least…. “Yeah?” 

“Mhm,” Buck hummed. “Technically, it was, like, a month later when it was Natalia’s birthday, but it was sweet. She was so upset when she heard no one really did anything.” 

“Maddie didn’t visit?” 

“I visited her,” Buck explained. “Her and Doug… they took me to Six Flags. Doug threw up on the Superman ride.” He shrugged. “It was fun.”

 “Watching someone get sick?” 

“He didn’t stick around.” Buck said with a laugh. “He… Maddie and I just got to hang out until the park closed. Doug wasn’t even mad. He just got us dinner at Five Guys on the way back to their apartment.” 

“When was the last time you had a party?” 

“Like…” Buck wrinkled his brow. “Planned a party? Because we planned Christopher’s birthday…” 

“No,” Eddie shook his head. “Had a party. Attended a party for yourself.” 

“Like… I don’t know.” He knew. Eddie knew he knew, just like he knew that he wasn’t going to like the answer a whole lot. “It doesn’t matter.” 

“It sort of does.” 

“Why?” Buck laughed softly. “It’s not like you’re going to be able to go back and change that.” He teased, lightly brushing the edges of Eddie’s hair behind his ear and leaving his hand there, on the junction of his shoulder. “It’s not like it matters.” 

Eddie sighed, “Evan…” 

“Don’t throw me a party.” He scolded. “I don’t like parties.” 

“You love parties.”

“No,” Buck corrected. “I love throwing parties. I don’t like…” He waved his hand. “The whole… thing.” 

“Thing.” Eddie snorted. “You love being the center of attention.” But he didn’t, really. Buck liked a lot of things, he liked being known by certain people, but, for such a big guy, he much preferred to slip by unnoticed in the background like a cryptid. 

“What was your wedding like with Shannon?” Buck asked suddenly, his thumb tracing the skin between Eddie’s ear and nose. 

“Shotgun.” Eddie turned his head to kiss the middle of his hand. “Shannon wore white, I wore my suit from my senior prom… we did it at the same church I got baptized in.” 

“Bobby and Athena just got married at the courthouse.” 

“Good thing we’re not either of them, huh?” 

“Don’t want another church wedding?” Buck asked with a dry twist of his lips. Eddie shook his head with a small laugh, closing the space between them to nip lightly at the stubble on his jaw. He felt Buck swallow against his throat, his hand reaching behind Eddie’s head to hold loosely onto his hair. “No courthouse?”  “What kind of wedding do you want?” Eddie asked softly, dragging his teeth over the skin of his ear. “You’ve been planning this longer than I have.” Evidently, since Buck had bought a ring and held onto it for months.

[bruhstation]

you’re just like the rest of them

[trekkerac]

Stanley's revival was a very sudden thing because no one wanted to check up on how the revival was going

[amamamumumumu]

This has been a most worthwhile evening 🍽

[mienar]

the wandering painter, part one

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[sylvrndoodles]

finally finished the whole set :D!!

[raepliica]

i think they should take turns cuddling for healing purposes

[gofishygo]

ok guys but hear me out..,

back before simon was drafted and he was still working in some butcher around the outskirts of manchester, he remembers a little bakery a few blocks down from his shop. although never particularly crowded, he's noticed the older locals go by in the mornings for coffee, kids guided in by their parents after schools to get a snack. but he doesn't seem to lounge in the corner of that cafe for either of those reasons- instead, he finds himself fawning over the pretty baker.

and you're nice to him, too- always smiling when you see him around, voice so sweet when you're at the butchers to buy some meat for the pies, sneakily trying to slip him a discount whenever he goes to buy a sandwich- 'hospitality workers gotta stick together, right?' it's no wonder that he finds himself falling for you, a stupid puppy crush that he tries, and occasionally fails, to suppress. and sometimes, simon lets himself believe you like him too, with the way the blood rushes to your cheeks when you spot him across the shelves, with he notes how you nearly fumble a frothing pot of milk when caught staring at him. it's a little attempt of young love that he thinks will be smothered out as he gets older.

but now it is twenty years later, he is working with the sas, and he is meant to be dead. but simon finds himself strolling his hometown, genuinely surprised that he sees the cafe still up, that he sees you, still working behind the display cabinets. you're older now, more mature, but your smile is just as pretty as it was those years ago. and he sees that glimmer of recognition in your eyes, how your head perks up at the sight of his figure outside of the window.

ghost smothers his cigarette and bins it before walking through the doors. may as well pay the bird a visit.

[mugiwara-lucy]

In short, ASL are the BEST BROTHERS in ALL of Anime 🔥

[bunnyboy-juice]

you guys know butch =/= taking T right? you guys know dyke masculinity is not correlated to being transmasc right? you guys know that even your silly jokes where you flatten butchness to taking T/being transmasc is extremely transmisogynistic right?

[soaked-doors]

pov the reaper that’s dragging away your boyfriends soul says something so freedomphobic you hit his corpse with the nika stare

[skeletood]

yeah, they're boyfriends

[rookanisstuff]

the victory ball

[bi-writes]

hi! i was thinking if you could write an older!boyfriend simon x reader BUT reader is john price's daughter so is kinda of a forbidden and secret relationship !!!! they've been dating for a long time now until john finds out !!!!!

18+

"how is she?"

"doing well, john. but you don't have to worry about her anymore, you know that right? she's not yours to worry about."

"she is mine. i know she's not..." john huffs. "she may not be blood, but she's mine, yeah? so when i ask 'ow she is, you tell me, kate. can we agree on that?"

"sure, john. she's in georgia. her russian got very good. if you want to know my honest opinion, i think she'll be one of my best."

"well...i wouldn't stand for anythin' less."

"john?"

that voice is music to him. he turns, taking his hat off, and he laughs, genuinely, when he sees you. his whole face lights up, and you make your way to him. it's been months since you've seen him in person--even though he makes you send him constant updates about what you're doing and where you are, you find yourself missing this man and the warmth he gives off whenever you are in his proximity.

he's always looked at you so kindly. he's always taken care of you. whenever you pick up the phone, he's always answered.

"'ello, bug."

he crushes you in a warm hug. he puts a hand on the back of your neck and holds you to his chest, and the tension in his shoulders deflates now that he has you with him.

"hi, john. miss me?"

"well...you were the only one with sense in my house."

"you live alone, john."

"aye."

he pours you a hot cup of tea before he makes you tell him all about your new posting. most of it is classified, and you tell him that, but his face lights up when you talk about the new skills you're learning and all the opportunities that kate is giving you. his face scrunches a little when you talk about the more dangerous ops, but john never has the same regard for his own life.

the mess hall gets busy once dinner time rolls around. his men were not expecting you, and that much is clear when they see their captain even enjoying a meal in public and not secluded in his office. you smile at his sergeants, but when your gaze lingers a little longer on the doors, johnny just nudges you with his elbow.

"miss the big guy?"

"what? no."

"he had a long night last night," he wiggles his eyebrows at gaz, who just laughs a little. "i might need to try the whole brooding, scary look LT has got on. attracts the most bonnie things, fuckin' christ."

your plate flies when you stab at your food too hard. the cutlery clatters as it hits the floor, and you jump a little, swallowing.

"are you alright, bug?"

"huh? yeah, oh...yeah, just...fucking clumsy. i...i'm gonna...find the toilet."

the blood is rushing in your ears as you make your way out. you're vibrating, hot inside, and you feel him before you see him, even in your anger.

when he pulls you into the shadow of a nearby supply closet, you swipe the blade out of your boot and hold it up against his throat. even through the mask, the blade bites, and he hisses as you hold him up against the wall there.

"don't fucking touch me," you snarl, and ghost's eyes are bright and alive as he holds his hands up defensively.

"wot--"

"and don't what me," you snap. "actually, don't fucking talk at all, you cheating, manipulative, british piece of shit--"

"look so pretty," he murmurs, tilting his head to the side. "did you do y'r hair, baby?"

"i will kill you."

"'s olright. last thing i see'll be you."

"i'm not fucking kidding, simon!"

he bends a little, tilting his head, and you breathe out through your nose as he leans his forehead against yours.

"reckon ya spoke t'johnny."

you scoff. "told me all about your winnings last night, lieutenant."

"was no winnings, love, don't be so fuckin' naïve." simon swipes at the handle of the blade, curling his gloved fingers around your wrist and forcing it away from him. "y'r just mad cause y'r cunt missed me."

"don't flatter yourself, asshole."

"so if i pull your knickers down right now, y'won't be drippin', swee'eart?"

"that's irrelevant."

"'s not. turn around and bend over."

simon's sorry, so he eats your pussy from behind. he gets down on his knees, and the crack of them satisfies you immensely, up until you feel his mouth between your cheeks, tongue slicking up your folds. you brace yourself against the wall, palms flat against the concrete as he puts two gloved hands against your ass and spreads you wide to fit himself nicely there. he hums, groans, makes you whine as he slurps obscenely into your cunt, laving at the drip of you until the taste of you floods his mouth.

"simon..." you whimper. "tell me i-it's not true."

he presses a wet kiss to your ass, biting it firm.

"'s not true, love. promise."

"fuck your promises," you sniffle. "you're a professional liar."

"tha' 'ow it's gonna be, innit? not gonna trust me? believe me?"

you rest your forehead against the cool wall, and the shadow of him envelopes you when he stands. he grunts a little as he gets to his feet. his big hands squeeze at the curve of your waist, and you close your eyes when you feel his breath against your neck.

"i'm sorry, simon."

"for wot?"

"i just...i like you so much. so much."

"come 'ere," he murmurs in your ear. he pulls your hips back, pressing your ass against his pelvis, and you dig your nails into the wall when you hear his belt buckle and zipper. "my pretty girl. my pretty, pretty girl."

"i missed you s-so much, simon."

"i know, love. quiet now. someone'll hear."

it's not the worst place you've fucked. you've snuck quickies in the rec room. behind the mess hall. met up in filthy gas station toilets, fallen into the backseat of a car in the parking lot of numerous military bases. even once, you deigned to suck his dick in his office, and you had to hide behind his couch when john came in to ask about an op.

john had a rule. his men were off-limits. he should've thought about that before he hired a man straight out of your wet dreams for his stupid fucking task force.

you're weak. and simon is a man.

inevitable.

you're a mile into pound-town when someone interrupts. simon is cock-deep inside of you, pelvis up against your ass, one hand braced around your throat and the other squeezing your ass. your eyes are rolled back into your head, and there's drooling coming out of your mouth. it's hot, disgusting, filthy to let him have you like this, but it's been weeks since you've seen him, and the phone calls aren't enough.

you love talking to him. you love when he talks to you. he'll never be annoying to you, you'll never get tired of him, but the distances hurts. you want simon to be all around you--inside of you, against you, his voice in your ear and his mouth against yours and his warmth your only sheet, but you can't bring yourself to do more than this.

you're too afraid of disappointing people. you're too scared of simon's rejection. if your relationship is nothing but fun, nothing but sex, you can pretend it isn't real, but you're just lying to yourself now.

you babble, and it sounds like love, but then the hallway light blinds you, and familiar blue eyes nearly kill you.

"jesus christ!"

simon puts his body in front of yours to cover you, using a harsh boot to kick the door closed. you squeak, covering your face with your hands, and you groan audibly as simon pants against your back.

"fuck--" you gasp. "oh...fuck, fuck, fuck!"

simon buries his face into the crook of your neck, laughing a little.

"bloody hell," he breathes. "reckon we're fucked, huh, love?"

"it's not funny, simon! we're in so much trouble!"

"well..." he squeezes your throat gently, tilting your head back. "could still finish. no sense in pretendin' now."

"you are not going to come when he's probably waiting for us outside."

"i'm balls deep in my favorite girl," simon mutters. "could come just fine. just say the word."

"you're disgusting."

"mmm..." simon squeezes your hips. "keep talkin'. i like when y'talk t'me like tha'."

"fucking asshole."

"yeah...yeah."

"you stupid, immature, unhinged pain in my ass--"

"fuck."

well.

you're definitely never leaving this room.

[datcravat]

In the name of Hades, I'll punish you!

[leafbreez]

Happy Holidays!1!!