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[iinryer]

a little scene prompt game to get me writing!

from @eddiesgaymustache : prompt 2 cheddy boogaloo: 10, 📚😁🥂

bonus visuals if you want to know how i picture them [ 1 ] [ 2 ]

[now on ao3]

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[📚😁🥂 + cheddy + 10: spooning at night]

“What do you want to be when you grow up?”

Teddy looks up from the glass she’s pouring, blinks at Chuck, blinks again, and says, “What,”

Chuck blinks back at her, stalling out like they’re playing back what they said, before suddenly snorting into their drink and having to hold a hand under their chin to save their shirt from falling victim to rogue rosé.

Teddy watches them fondly, raising her brow and waiting for Chuck to try again.

“No, wait, not like—,” Chuck laughs, waving their hand like they’re clearing the question from the record, “I meant like… when you were little, who did you think you were going to be?”

Teddy shakes her head, endeared, and says faux-wistfully, “I dunno. I think as a kid I always envisioned myself getting to go by Teo when I left home,”

Teo, unfortunately, did not fly. Not only was it deemed too boyish by her mom, but it was also her Abuelo’s nickname of choice—who she was named after, by the way. So it was either nothing or Dora—which, to this day, still makes her feel like she’s breaking out in hives. Teddy came later though, when she ran track in high school. One of the girls she got close with that year called out to her with it during practice, and it just stuck. It’s not Teo, but she’s grown quite fond of it.

At the mention of the name, though, Chuck brightens, straightening up from where they’d been trying to set the bottle and nearly empty glass safely on the floor from the bed, and says, so earnestly it’s almost comical, “I call you Teo!”

Teddy barks out a laugh. Okay. So Chuck is maybe a little deeper into the bottle of rosé than she is. She just nods, acquiescing, “You sure do, rockstar,”

Chuck just tips their head—followed by their torso—to the side like it weighs too much, grinning from ear to ear. They end up toppling down the rest of the way, the side of their face smushed into the pillow at Teddy’s hip.

They grin up at Teddy, body folded awkwardly but looking pleased as punch about it, before scrunching up their nose and saying, “Okay, for real this time. What did little Teodora Vásquez want to be when she grew up?”

Teddy makes a face, and flicks Chuck’s forehead, “Don’t government-name me, you ass,”

Laughter bubbles up from their chest, followed by a snort that should really be unflattering, but somehow never is.

“Dunno,” Teddy eventually sighs, wine-heavy in her own way, absently curling her finger through an errant lock of Chuck’s hair, “I think I always thought I’d be a doctor or something like that. Something helpful,”

Chuck’s eyes, glazed and unfocused with alcohol, go wide and adoring, “You are. You are helpful,”

Teddy hums on a smile. Takes a prolonged sip from her glass.

“And! You’ll be even more helpful once you pass your paramedic cert next month,” they add, conspiratorially, nodding over at the textbooks that Teddy abandoned on the nightstand earlier in the evening, like it’s a sure thing. Their confidence always makes Teddy’s heart feel warm and full, “and that’s like, basically a doctor, right? Look at you! Growing up to be the thing you wanted,”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Teddy snorts, then sighs. It is a thought she’s had in the past. That maybe all the time she spent in and out of hospitals growing up would actually land her somewhere good. Somewhere useful. Worthwhile.

“You’re the coolest,” Chuck adds, one uncoordinated finger coming up to poke Teddy in the chin.

Or maybe it just landed her here, who-knows-how-many glasses of wine deep into Chuck’s mattress, during a 48-off. Heavy, slow. Happy.

Maybe, somehow, it’s the same thing.

“Yeah yeah, says the Wunderkind,” Teddy laughs, swatting the hand out of her face before she finally wiggles her way to slide down further against the headboard, getting settled with her cheek in hand and elbow propped up on the pillow next to Chuck, looking down at them, “What about you, huh? What did the little cherub-faced Beverly Charlton want to be when they grew up?”

Between one breath and the next, Chuck gets a faraway look in their eye—almost like they weren’t expecting to have their own question sent back around. Knowing them, they maybe weren’t.

Teddy watches their lashes flutter, something somber pulling across their face like a wave. For a moment, she’s worried she shouldn’t have pulled the full name out, even in jest—but then Chuck is swallowing harshly and taking a breath.

Their eyes stay trained on the ceiling past Teddy’s head when they say, “Loved, I think,”

Teddy feels her own expression collapse, a wounded sound in her throat.

Then, with a with a gasp of a breath through their nose, it’s like Chuck comes back to themself; sitting upright so suddenly they almost collide with Teddy.

Chuckling awkwardly, they clear their throat, “Sorry, sorry, that wasn’t—I didn’t mean… um. Didn’t mean for that to sound so pathetic,”

Teddy doesn’t like that Chuck’s back is to her.

“Chuck,” she says.

Chuck hesitates for a moment before peering sheepishly back over their shoulder.

Teddy gives her best pleading eyes and pout, sets her glass on the nightstand with her coursework, and just reaches her newly freed hand out to Chuck, wiggling her fingers for good measure.

Chuck looks a little watery, but it seems like that’s all the permission they need before they’re collapsing back down at Teddy’s side, letting her arrange the two of them however she pleases.

They’ve done this enough over the years for it to not be too odd, as long as she doesn’t think about it too hard. How much she likes having Chuck close like this. How Chuck lets her, every time. So Teddy tucks them together, back to chest, arms wrapped around Chuck’s middle. Reaches over them to fumble with the lamp to turn out one of the two dim lights they’d had on, and settles.

They lay quietly for a while, just breathing, before Teddy finds the courage to murmur, sleepy and slow to the back of Chuck’s neck, “You did too,”

A beat of quiet. Then Chuck hums in question.

“You said I grew up to be the thing I wanted to be as a kid,” Teddy mumbles, teetering on the edge of sleep, “You did too,”

Chuck doesn’t say anything else, but Teddy feels the sniffle in their chest, and she doesn’t say anything either. Just squeezes a little tighter, and lets sleep come for them both.

[alistair-blackwood]

kabru's relationship with his eyes makes for suuuuuch a fantastic trans allegory (an aspect of your body alienating you from your community, being compelled to understand the perspective of someone who also has a complicated relationship with their body in the hopes that you'll better understand your own, people straight up misunderstanding biology) it makes me kind of insane because now I feel like I can't dig into any complicated feelings he might have about his body in relation to his gender without feeling like im just ... double dipping?? like fifjpejgh ryoko kui straight up already told that story in a way that exquisitely fucks??

[cymk8]

Love your karlach and shadowheart art <3 do you have any headcannons about their relationship? Specific details on what their dynamic might be like? Who holds the boombox outside the other's window?

Sits down, cracks my knuckles: FUNNY YOU SHOULD ASK

A Few Things: (I say this but.......LOLLL)

The art I drew is the first time they met, at a match where she was performing half-time; (she did not, in fact, give her a chance)

They met again at an ungodly hour at the same rink - Shadowheart bc her coach gave her the keys to practice whenever she wants...and Karlach's family owns the actual rink

Shadowheart was recovering from an injury then, so you can imagine how short her fuse would have been

Karlach is the most laid-back of the two; she often excels in things no one could have anticipated, which pisses Shadowheart off to the hells and back (i.e. Karlach can make the world's best omelet and Shadowheart's eggs look like roadkill)

Both of them are freakishly competitive. Anything is fair game - even after their relationship turned friendly; pranks galore

Shadowheart eats burgers with a fork and knife; Karlach is forever mortified

Karlach likes to dip her fries in milkshakes; Shadowheart is forever mortified

Neither of them holds the boombox to the window - Karlach sleeps like a log and Shadowheart sleeps with earplugs and black-out curtains

They do, however, enjoy doing grand and cheesy gestures of affection - but only because they get a kick out of embarrassing the other; it escalates very quickly

Shadowheart and Astarion are figure skating buddies (and have done some pair skating together!) and often talk smack about the other skaters or about goings on in the rink; he absolutely gets on Shadowheart's case for being in denial of any and all attraction to the 'Annoying Big Buff Tiefling'

Karlach has the energy of one of those laid-back emperor penguins from Surf's Up; Shadowheart is an angry little trumpeter swan cygnet

I have so much more I am constantly vibrating thank you for coming to my ted talk -

[ifyougoillfollow]

if you could sit in a barrel (maybe i’ll wait)

(or, the CloudNight situationship of it all: a short companion piece to strawberry soju, courtesy of the lovely commenter who asked about it <3)

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They wind up on the rooftop of Nemuri's apartment building, which is nice. Feels appropriate, even if it's just the two of them. Just her and Shirakumo.

Nemuri's never been all the way up here. The view of the skyline is kinda ass – too many buildings in the way – but the sky itself is not too bad at all. Pretty, even. A nice, deep shade of past-midnight blue. Starless, of course, this deep into the city, though with enough moons swimming through that vast depth to make up for it.

That last chug of Soju may have been a bad call.

Not that Nemuri's about to admit that. She is, however, about to throw up.

Or maybe not. Maybe she's good, actually. Yeah.

"I'm great," she informs Shirakumo.

"You sure are, senpai."

Nemuri giggles. That last chug of Soju was a great call. It's settled now that she's horizontal, lazing adrift on one of Shirakumo's clouds. She feels sweet with it. "This is why you're my favorite," she tells Shirakumo.

Somewhere beside her, Shirakumo laughs. "Liar," he says, light as the breeze blowing past their brick-and-concrete alcove. "Hizashi's your favorite."

He's not wrong, exactly; they're all her favorite. Yamada's just easy pickings, because he's all Yamada about everything. It's easy with Yamada.

Aizawa's easy, too, in a way. Sad, wet kitten that he is. She could just pick him up, put him in her pocket, poke at him until he bites. It's enrichment for him.

Shirakumo, though. She's not sure what to do about Shirakumo. Well. She knows what she wants to do about Shirakumo – or rather, with – and to – Shirakumo. She's just not so sure she should do it, because, you see, Shirakumo is an idiot, and too sweet by half, besides.

She's not about to say all that, though, no matter how sweet that Soju sits in her gut.

"Oh?" she says instead. "Are you jealous?"

"Not gonna lie," says Shirakumo, about to lie: "I'm a little jealous."

Nemuri snorts. "No, you're not." He wasn't jealous when she made out with Yamada right in front of his face earlier, and he's not jealous now.

"I did say 'a little.'" He laughs. A cloud materializes in the sky above his outstretched fingers; it splits into two cherubic halves, which go dancing around and around and around each other until Nemuri has to look away, or risk puking. "What can I say?” he adds. “I'm not really the jealous type."

See? An idiot.

"Everyone's the jealous type," Nemuri informs him, as if he needs it. "That's how people work." Even repressed little weirdos like Aizawa, and oblivious fools like Yamada. Those two deserve each other, really. Good for them.

"Does that mean you're the jealous type?" Shirakumo says. He's teasing, but the joke's on him.

"Oh, yeah," Nemuri returns easily, "I'm a monster."

Shirakumo splutters; his two waltzing clouds burst apart into the atmosphere. "No, you're not!" he laughs, aghast.

She turns on her side to look at him, and notices, for the first time, that they're sharing the same cloud, and are so close she can't even look him in the eye properly. She looks at his nose, instead, and at that stupid little bandage he always has plastered on the bridge of it, and she reaches out and pinches it, lightly, between a thumb and a forefinger. "I'm the most toxic bitch in town, honey."

"You know what, senpai?" he says, and he gets up on an elbow, and he looks at her with those eyes of his – bluer and clearer than any morning she's ever known. "I don't believe that."

"Well, that's because you're an idiot," she coos, and pinches his cheek. Then she turns her back to him, leans over the side of their cloud, and hurls. The Soju is nowhere near as sweet coming out as it was going in.

[vecnuthy]

singed, glorious

| G | wc: 803 | pre-steddie, smoking, pining

Steve's focus is on one thing and one thing only at this end of tour party for Corroded Coffin — Eddie Munson, smoking

Inspired by this gif, originally posted here, now on AO3

Excerpt:

His position, fortunately or unfortunately, gives him a damn good view of a damn good view: Eddie looking at the city view colored pastel by the setting sun, the easy lift of his hand to his mouth, the pull of smoke that makes his back expand under his dress shirt, the exhale that makes his body relax just a little bit more than the last. It's practically indiscernible, but Steve notices.

He always notices. Doesn't know what that means.

Or maybe he does.

Read the rest

[maacbrem]

I’m still writing!!! Have a probably deleted scene from the feeb fic that I like but doesn’t really fit anywhere.

Caduceus twists and reaches for the basket of heavy blankets, nodding in approval at the softness and finding underneath a copy of one of Beau’s puzzle boxes. He trades that for the empty mug, which he sets on the floor hopefully out of range of any kicking or other upset. Caleb coos happily and curls up like a pillbug, twisting the toy in his hands to inspect it from all angles. His head rolls between his shoulders as he works, the loose collar of his shirt caught in his mouth and surely in need of mending later with the way he chews at the hem. Caduceus settles the blanket over his back, making Caleb jump. Caleb looks at him suspiciously from the corner of his eye before deciding that the pressure is fine and going back to his toy. Essek watches this with an unreadable expression even for Caduceus.

(I am a simple man with a simple agenda: to point my autism beam at my blorbos and make them take care of each other even (especially) when it’s hard)

[jamiesfootball]

Blue rose pastries! (Not tentacle monsters.)

These are so mesmerizing. Have a snippet!

“Sam looks like he can handle things on the fly because he trains so much, but he doesn’t do well with surprises. If something unexpected happens, he freezes up. If I’ve gotta move the ball on the fly, it’s going to Dani. He likes a little spontaneity.” Roy made another note- “Put Sam in more situations.”

[daniclaytcn]

tease tidbit tuesday

i was tagged by @lover-of-mine, thank you 🥺

So, Eddie started with baby steps, first taking Chris out on normal trips to the beach where they spent the day and Eddie could keep an eye on him. The longer it went on, the more confident they both got, and Eddie was soon ready to enroll Chris in the lessons again. Buck didn’t go with them. Not at first. Eddie asked him once, but dropped it when he saw that Buck wasn’t ready, and Buck was grateful for it, he really was. But then after a while, Chris was the one to ask Buck if he would come along, and despite the fear that clawed at his chest at the thought of it, Buck was helpless to say no to him. “You don’t have to come,” Eddie had told him, looking worried. “Chris will understand.” But Buck went. And it was all kinds of awful at first, Buck feeling like he was on the verge of a panic attack the entire time, despite Eddie’s warm presence at his back. But then the hours went by, and he went down to the water with Chris, both of them clinging to each other’s hands, and Buck stole a glance over his shoulder at Eddie, who was watching them from a few paces away with a look in his eyes that Buck finally has a name for, and— It didn’t magically get easier. It never has, in truth. But it was a start.

tagging: @eddiediaaz @bieddiediaz @tawaifeddiediaz @eddiebabygirldiaz @stationoneeighteen @oneawkwardcookie and anyone else who wants do this!

[megumismom]

and for my next trick I'm going to read all kenstewy fics on ao3

[transingthoseformers]

... ROTB Scourge x TLK Megatron.

[impossible-rat-babies]

obssessed with the suite eyrie has in radz-at/han that I’m building in my mind

[sapphicstacks]

“We should start a lie jar. We could be rich.”

“We couldn’t have started that months ago when Bea tried claiming she didn’t have a crush on you during every conversation?” Lilith replied.

Ava squeezed her girlfriend’s thigh and looked over to find Bea’s entire face in a red flush. “You had a crush on me?” Ava teased.

The genuine laugh that left Beatrice on its own was one of the best things Ava had ever heard. “Sweetheart, we are literally dating.” Her eyes met Ava’s with the most lovesick expression Ava had ever seen. Ava definitely had a crush.

“That doesn’t answer my question, Bea,” Ava smirked as she let her fingers dance along the inside of her girlfriend’s thigh.

“I will kick you out of this hotel room,” Lilith cut in before Beatrice could reply.

Beatrice tore her eyes away from Ava to her best friend. “That’s a dollar for the lie jar.”

Chapter 3 of What If There Was Some Invisible String? up now :)

[mariatesstruther]

my og idea: crossfaded maria fic

crossfaded maria fic: tommy/joel trauma, sarah/tommy trauma, maria/maria’s dad trauma, maria x tommy tension, tommy/fireflies trauma, talia stealing the show

[dailydianakko]

tbh my favorite style of writing is when diana cavendish is put into a situation and then metaphorically run over with a car.

[ut-girl666]

“Dinner”

UT_Girl666

Summary: How the Maltos discovered the Terrans could eat human food.

[reiverreturns]

[fic] Rules of Engagement

Fandom: Top Gun Maverick

Pairings: Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace & Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw 

Characters: Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace, Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw, Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin, Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd, Javy ‘Coyote’ Machado 

Rating: Teen

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“It’s you and me, Bradshaw, remember?” The words come without thinking, before Phoenix can mask the undertone. A sharp edge, a worry that one day he’ll forget.

“You and me, till the end of the goddamn line.”