#it's yearning hours

[ms-shac0la]

*curls in a ball and waits to be petted* :3

[bagelbeee]

Seokryu's “oh.” moment

EXHIBIT A:

Seunghyo: You did it for me.

Seokryu: That… That’s different. *she trails off as if she isn't convinced by it either*

Seunghyo: But why won’t you give me the chance to do the same?

Seokryu looks at him like she couldn’t believe he’s saying this after she admitted to him that she couldn't bear bringing down the people she loves.

Yet Seunghyo insists on sharing her pain when all Seokryu’s ever known was how to hold her own.

So, he asks again.

EXHIBIT B: “You all did those things for me. Why won’t you let me do the same for you?”

If her eyes could talk, they would say: I did those things for the same reason why I can’t let you do the same thing too.

*whispers* I personally think this swing-set scene (EP 10) was when she saw Seunghyo in a different light.

[thefrogdalorian]

Thinking about how comforting and safe it would feel to wrap your arms around Din's snatched waist, just underneath his armour. Feeling the warmth of the man beneath that cold, hard armour as you hold him tightly to you.

His shy little huff just audible from underneath his helmet as he adjusts to the embrace. Your hands rubbing tentative circles into his sides and back, feeling him melt as you hold him tightly... his large hands caressing your back in return...

.... I need to be sedated....

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

i think a lot of things would be fixed if someone kissed my forehead rn

[extasiswings]

when the light turns

I still can’t quite believe that 6x12 actually happened/wasn’t some sort of fandom-wide fever dream, but anyway, I was in my Eddie feels so have an interlude fic. 

Buck is asleep.

It brings Eddie up short at first, followed by a wave of fond exasperation.  He takes a swig from one of the open beers in his hands as he looks away, then back again.

Buck is asleep.

That time, the thought rocks him to his core.

He was only out of the room, what?  A minute?  Two?  And yet, that was enough time for Buck to crash so thoroughly that Eddie’s not convinced an explosion would wake him.

On his couch.  In his home.  

Eddie swallows hard around a sudden lump in his throat.

The way Buck looked when he arrived…his eyes were haunted, hunted, exhaustion written across his face and hanging from every line of his body—

Eddie remembers what that’s like.  He remembers all too well the feeling of lying awake staring at the ceiling, unable to quiet his mind, unable to settle, unable to get comfortable, just going and going and going until his body either physically shut down or he managed to relocate somewhere that seemed safe enough that he could rest.

And Buck—Buck came to him.  

He hadn’t expected it.  Hoped, yes.  When Maddie called him and asked him to check on Buck, he hadn’t said no outright, but hadn’t said yes either.  I’ll think about it seemed to strike the appropriate balance between agreeing against his better instincts or having to explain himself to someone who, while he likes her, he doesn’t really know well at all.

And there was also the part where he hadn’t wanted to put his foot in his mouth by admitting that he wasn’t sure her plan was what Buck needed.

He took a different path.  Held back.  Gave Buck space, even if it killed him to do it.  And he hoped that if he just waited patiently, Buck would come to him when he was ready.

He’s never been so glad to have been right.

Eddie takes another drink and looks away again, thinking absently that he should put the second beer back in the fridge, maybe go find Buck a blanket, do anything other than standing there.  But his eyes drift back to Buck as if pulled by a force beyond his control.  They track over Buck’s face, the scruff on his jaw, the rise and fall of his chest—

When Buck was in the hospital, Eddie couldn’t look.  He couldn’t make himself do it, not even knowing that any moment could be the last.  He couldn’t look at Buck hooked up to machines, with a tube in his throat, half a corpse.  He couldn’t face that without shattering.

He’s had plenty of other moments in the past where he couldn’t look either.  Because Buck—god, sometimes he shines so bright, burns so fiercely with warmth and light and life that it’s like looking at the sun.  In those moments, Eddie can’t look directly at him for too long without being afraid of getting seared.

Now though…he can’t seem to look away.  Buck’s usual light has dimmed enough in sleep that he seems…real.  Human.  Touchable.  It makes Eddie’s heart thud in his chest, a wild leap that steals his breath.

He aches.  But it’s not a bad kind of pain, not the sharp slash of terror or the deep, bloody torment of grief.  It’s gentle, like pressing a bruise, the subtle ache of healing.

Or of yearning.

Eddie’s breath shudders out of him in a long, shaky gust.  His fingers curl harder around the beer bottles in his hands, a reminder to himself that they’re already occupied, that he can’t reach out and touch no matter how soft, how approachable Buck may seem.  

There’s a space next to Buck on the couch.  Buck’s arm stretches out along the back of it, and it would be so easy to just sit down, settle into that space.  It would be so simple.  A few steps, a bend of his knees, and Eddie could fit himself right there, into the curve of Buck’s side, press into his warmth and let it chase away the rest of the lingering chill of the hospital.

Easy.

But Eddie doesn’t.  Can’t.

He’s not for you, Eddie scolds himself.  Not like that.

Because Buck will come back from this.  He’ll find his light again, and then he’ll find peace, find ease on some other couch, in some other house, with someone else, someone equally bright who isn’t afraid to love him.  He’ll return to being too much to look at, untouchable, and Eddie will be able to get a grip on himself, find the control that he left on a street somewhere in the dark and pouring rain.

He drinks.  He aches.  He looks.

He should walk away, but can’t seem to get his feet to move.

Not yet.  Not yet.

A line of poetry whispers through his mind as he stops himself from reaching out yet again, something he read years ago that always twists his chest.

Te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras, secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

But Buck is all fire and sunlight.  Even at his darkest and most destructive, he never fully loses that spark.

He is not a dark thing.  And he deserves to be loved in the light.  Openly.  Visibly.  Explicitly.  Which…simply isn’t something Eddie thinks he’s capable of giving him.

But, oh.  He aches.

Eddie isn’t sure how long he stands there watching Buck sleep, but it’s long enough to finish both of the beers he brought out.

And then, after one last breath, one last look, he finally unsticks his feet and slips back into the shadows of the kitchen.      

[stevefightmerogerss]

i miss her (sebastian's long hair at the cannes film festival)

[sappho-favourite-pupil]

I should get fucked with a strap right now, until i'm shaking and crying of pleasure (or vice versa).

[the-oddest-inkling]

Brain empty just one (1) thought in there: Girls.

[ms-shac0la]

God I need to be held and caressed and called a good girl

[anthony-crowleys-left-nut]

unfortunately i'd like to rub my head on my beloved like a little cat right now

[carryon-agatha]

Strictly Professional

Salisbury blinks. Feeling my hand on his cheek, he flicks his eyes over to find me, gaze searching.

I hold still, unable to break the moment.

He looks extra golden, as though glowing with some kind of inner light.

A small smile plays about his mouth, a fondness coming into his eyes.

It’s too tender, too intimate for what we are to each other—or, what we should be.

Delighted to announce my COBB 2023 collab with @palimpsessed!! Check out the delicious there-was-only-one-bed Normal AU on AO3 here.

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[paranormaljones]

i wanna be a wife so bad

[v-tired-queer]

You know what I think would be really nice, actually? Having a masculine presenting partner and a feminine presenting partner, and then just me not exactly being one or the other. The three of us laughing and loving together in a big city, going on adventures and making memories. A throuple relationship built on love, trust, honesty and communication. I'd make them yummy desserts every Sunday and thank my lucky stars for them every single day. Just us, the city, and whole lot of love.

[sappho-favourite-pupil]

Oh to have her in my arms right now, hold her close to me and plant soft kisses on her neck and shoulder, while we fall asleep together 💭

[yournowheregirl]

what's a girlie gotta do to get kissed around here, huh?

[silks-up-my-sleeve]

I wanna snuggle in bed with Jake so badly :(