#writing sneak peeks

[livesincerely]

“Is that them?” a voice shouts. Eddie glances up from where he’s just finished splinting the last kid’s wrist to find a heavy-set white guy storming towards them, literally spitting with anger. “Are those the shitheads that destroyed my construction site?”

“Sir,” Eddie says, moving to intercept. “Sir, I understand that you’re upset, but you need to stay behind the barriers.”

“You’re damn right, I’m upset!” the man yells. There’s this acrid stink of unbridled rage wafting off of him like the worst kind of body odor, the vein in his forehead throbbing furiously. “You fucking delinquents, do you have any idea what you’ve— Hey! Look at me when I’m talking to you!”

“Sir,” Eddie says again, voice firm. “This is an active emergency incident. You need to step back.”

“Three weeks behind schedule, hundreds of thousands of dollars in the hole,” he says, still screaming at the very top of his lungs. “And you’re treating their fucking booboos? I want them in handcuffs! I want them behind bars!”

“Sir, please calm—“

“Don’t tell me to��!”

The—obvious, inevitable, for fuck’s sake, really?—shove barely even phases him, but the heel of his boot catches on a piece of debris and his back foot goes skidding out from underneath him. His arms fly out as he fights for balance, bracing himself for a hard fall.

Instead, he lands against a firm, familiar chest.

“Do not,” Buck growls in a low, dangerous voice, because of course Buck’s here right as Eddie needs him, always watching his back. “Put your hands on him.”

He can’t quite smell him between the dust in the air and all the blockers he’s slathered on, but it doesn’t take a genius to identify a supremely pissed off alpha. Asshole Civilian must realize it too because his beady eyes go wide, his lips turning pale and thin as all the blood drains from his face.

“I— I was just—“

Buck tips Eddie back onto his feet, strong hands lingering on his hips for a moment as if to make certain he’s steady before pulling away.

“Firefighter Diaz told you to move back behind the barricade,” Buck says, his expression thunderous as he gets right up in the guy’s face. He’s got, maybe, four inches on this guy, but with the way he looms over him, it might as well be four feet. “I strongly suggest that you follow his instructions.”

Any intelligent person would cut their losses, scurrying away with their tail between their legs. But this guy proves himself to be a special type of stupid.

“This is my building,” he protests in a voice like a wet paper towel. “I have a right to expect—“

“Half of your building fell into a sinkhole,” Buck cuts in, thoroughly unimpressed, “and the other half is on fire. The entire area is under the purview of emergency personnel until further notice, and any interference,” he continues, “is considered an obstruction of justice. And attacking a firefighter is felony assault.”

Idiot Asshole Civilian makes a noise that’s somewhere between a gurgle and a wheeze, and somehow manages to pale even further.

“So, you can either calm down and find somewhere out of the way to wait for an update, or I will personally escort you off of the scene and directly into the back of the squad car. Your choice.”

He’s incredibly sexy like this: all protective and righteous on Eddie’s behalf, his cheeks flushed with fury and his lip curling like he’s barely holding back a snarl. If it weren’t for three-alarm fire blazing steadily behind them, he’d climb him like a fucking tree, right there in front of god and everbody.

“Down boy,” Eddie murmurs instead, pressing a hand to his chest, because when Buck starts to snap and snarl, it’s Eddie’s job to tug on his line and haul him back. “I think you’ve more than made your point.”

For a moment, he’s not sure if Buck will let it go. His nostrils flare like a dragon defending its hoard, his eyes flashing from blue to red and back again between one blink and the next.

He grinds out, “Back. Behind. The barricade.”

Then he turns on his heel and stalks away, disappearing into the throngs of first responders.

[evertidings]

crazy work

[porcelian]

hehe HE DOWN BAD

[ghost-bxrd]

Tim flicks a French fry at him, “Your reputation needs work.”

Jason’s eyes flicker an acidic green, the smile curving along his mouth turning dark. “You sure about that?”

“Yes,” Tim says, a shiver running down his spine.

It’s unnerving, sure. Being trapped under that gaze. Feeling like a rabbit with a fox’s jaws clamped around its spine, waiting for-

Tim chokes on a French fry, hunching over, and Jason is quick to slap him on the back, almost booting him clean off the roof in the process.

“Easy, replacement,” he grunts when Tim is no longer in danger of a truly embarrassing death, “Fuck’s sake, I can shoot people in front of you and you ain’t batting an eye, but some mild threats do you in?”

“You’re very-“ Hot. And pretty much everything Tim’s ever dreamed of. And also his crush since, like, forever. And now miraculously back from the dead, and also-

“Intimidating,” he finishes lamely.

— sneak peak of the JayTim spite fic :)

[saintobio]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓. (sneak peek)

Sylus had carried you through the corridors of the base, his steps heavy with guilt and his shirt drenched in blood as you remained unconscious in his arms. The hunter girl had followed him in his spiritless steps, her eyes wide with confusion over his anguish.

Didn’t I do the right thing? she must be thinking, but he was too laden with grief to pay her any attention.

“Sylus, why are you doing this?!” she demanded, grabbing his arm to halt his progress. “She would’ve killed you. Did you forget?! That girl’s a traitor!”

Although he stopped in his tracks, he couldn’t really return her gaze. His eyes could only look at your lifeless ones. “That girl you shot in the head,” he spoke low and in despair, “is my woman.” 

[jarofstyles]

Lush

Hello my ducklings! Since we have been getting a lot of questions about our Patreon and what is included, we decided to give you guys peeks into the series we have exclusively on there. This is Lush, escort y/n x dark businessman H. There will be some twists and turns in this one, hot smut, a fake relationship and a possessive and slightly obsessive dark H- our favorite. This series will only be on Patreon but this is the first part to give you a taste!

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Warnings- escorting, mention of homelessness and money struggles, daddy kink etc

WC- 2.9k

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Y/N knew her job, and she did it well.

Sit still, look pretty. Perched on her favorite client’s lap, his strong thigh covered in a trouser that matched the blazer that probably cost more than she’d made in the last 3 months, she sipped her champagne quietly and ‘let the men talk.’

Harry Styles was an enigma. He had popped up a few weeks ago, bringing her to a dinner after a debriefing in a lux hotel in one of the bigger hotels on the Vegas strip. The window had overlooked it all, a penthouse that seemed to be used quite frequently considering the fridge had been stocked and he had socks stuffed in a drawer that she’d used later that night.

“I need you to sit on my lap, keep me company.” He had said plainly. The man was intimidating. Broad and tall, soft brown hair swept back and off his forehead. Stubble shadowing his face and over his lip, his features were sharp and his eyes a little harsh, but she could whole heartedly admit that he was the most attractive client she’d ever had. Being a year in after escaping a situation that was still haunting her nightmares, she had been eager to accept the higher paying and well vetted job she had, thank god, stumbled into. It wasn’t conventional, no, but nothing really was in Vegas.

“I can do that.” She replied, hands folded in her lap. He stood before her as she had sat on the couch, looking up at him as he spoke. “Is that all we’re doing in our time together?” To put it in a nicer way of asking. She could have bluntly asked if he was going to want sex, but she did try to at least have a little decorum- until the situation granted the freedom of it. It wasn’t uncommon for her and she was safe, tested, and generally did enjoy sex- but it was a job. This time, however, would probably be enjoyed more than she had in the past. A real attraction to the man would be helpful in many parts of making this more enjoyable.

“Who said that?” He rose a brow, looking down at her. It was a smoldering look but she couldn’t find it in herself to look away as he got closer and tilted her chin up. “I intend to take everything you’ll offer. I’d suggest canceling your plans for tomorrow.” She didn’t have to ask why. It was clear this man intended to fuck her, and fuck her well.

Spoiler- he did.  Harry had, for all intents and purposes, rocked her shit. So when she found his name on her books twice the next week, she hadn’t complained. She’d been excited, actually, considering she’d been able to feel the sting of her ass when she’d sat in the Lyft the next morning to take her to her apartment. Another good thing about him, she found as she looked in her purse, was that he tipped extremely well. More than was deserved, if she was being honest, but the one time the girl brought it up he had shoved another hundred dollar bill into the waistband of her sleep shorts and sent her on her way.

It had become known to her that he specifically requested her. If she wasn’t available, he’d offer more money than the other client was paying- and her Madam had no problem with that, considering it upped her cut. She found herself with him 3 times this week, frequenting clubs and drowning out business talk as his large hand splayed across her waist and the other hand held a sweaty amber colored liquor on the rocks. Much to many of her friends and client’s surprise, Y/N didn’t drink much. She stuck to lighter things, champagne and rosé, and kept to a one to two drink maximum. She preferred keeping a clear head when on the job and honestly? Drinking wasn’t her thing. A buzz was nice, but anything past that meant a headache in the morning. She wasn’t a morning person to begin with.

This meeting was going past its normal time, making her wonder what was being said. If she was being frank- Y/N didn’t do much listening in his meetings. It felt like they were talking in code, another language, and she couldn’t be assed to listen about imports and exports and blah, blah, blah. Her brain was happy to sit and be warm on a handsome man’s lap, observing the dance floor. Dancing used to be so fun, something she’d always loved to do as a child. Now she didn’t get to do as much, even though she’d wished she could. Club dancing was far different than her normal type but if she was on the balcony of the most VIP of the VIP sections, she was going to take her people watching to the next level.

“Y’alright?” His raspy voice breathed over her ear, not taking his eyes off the men who were talking amongst themselves. “I know it’s late. We can go back soon.” While Harry wasn’t the most warm and fuzzy person, he did respect her time. He was a little scary, truthfully, and she didn’t want to upset him. He hadn’t done anything wrong. He was respectful and kind to her, he spoiled her with tips and orgasms, and she had no complaints. If staying out a bit later than he had said was the least of her worries besides his scowling, she was golden.

“I’m okay.” She smiled. “People watching. Sorry, I’m not paying attention. Dunno what half of the stuff you’re talking about means.”

Y/N had no reality of what he did. No clue. She was too afraid to google him. To ruin the illusion she had of him in her head. He passed the background test and signed the heavy contract that came with hiring her, so he wasn’t about to harm her or anything- and from what she’s learned in Vegas, sometimes you’re better off not knowing. There was a lot of shady business practices that went on. It was legitimately upset her if he was a bad person outside of the law, so she decided not to go searching for answers she possibly didn’t want to find.

“That’s good.” He murmured, pressing a private kiss underneath her ear. “Don’t worry about it. S’nothing interesting anyways. Got t’keep up appearances.” His voice dropped. “Would much rather be between your thighs. Missed this body while I was away.”

And, Oh. It made her hot, a nervous giggle leaving her throat as the words tickled against her ear. Harry had gone away on a business trip, he’d prefaced it because he had been gone 4 day. He’d prescheduled to meet her on the day he came back. Her stomach did a swoop in her body as the cool hand that held his glass deposited it on the table, finding her thigh and squeezing over it. “You did?”

She had to wonder if he was buttering her up, but the thought was dispelled because Harry didn’t need to do that. He had always been a bit blunt and she liked that about him. Less sweet talk that he didn’t mean. What he said made sense- complimenting her body and her mouth and appearance, what she did for him, but he never went too far and said things he didn’t mean. So she believed him when he nodded, slipping his hand further up her dress and making her swallow thickly. He’d given her pretty lingerie he’d bought from wherever he went, the buttery silk laying against her body under the dress that hugged her figure. Red, he said, because she was a little devil between the sheets. “I did. Got t’bring you with me next time.”

Some girls did that. Y/N wasn’t even sure what the rate would be for a trip, but the idea appealed to her. “You sure you can afford it?” She whispered back, a playful tilt to her lips. Obviously he could. He was by far the wealthiest man she had in her books, evident by the liquor he ordered, the watches he wore and the cars the drove in. It was arousing to her, if she was being honest. When she settled down one day, the one thing she really wanted was financial stability. Maybe that sounded shallow, but with her history with no money and being a little jaded, it made sense to her.

“Can afford that, and a shopping spree for you while I do business.” He brushed his cool fingertips against her slightly damp panties. Harry didn’t smile often, but when he did? It was a smirk. A hot, arrogant little smirk that she should probably be annoyed by, but wasn’t. “Need to get you out of here, though. Have something I want to talk to you about before I sink you down on my cock.” His fingers retreated after a gentle brush to find them wet, moving to her leg as he began to wrap up the meeting. People would listen, even if they weren’t finished- he just had that way about him.

—--

Y/N had no clue what, exactly, he wanted to talk to her about. They’d had some nice conversations so far about a plethora of things. Movies, books, restaurants, some morals. But it wasn’t too deep. Both of them had seen it for what it was, even if they had impeccable sexual chemistry. She didn’t know the man all that well, only what was told to her and what he had divulged- and knowing the man had a sweet tooth didn’t account for much. So it was slightly intimidating when he asked her to meet him in the living room of the suite as he put away his watch and jacket.

What could he possibly have to talk to her about? Her brain was coming up with nothing.

“C’mere.” He sat himself down on the couch, offering his lap back up to her. It wasn’t something she did in private unless his hands were down her panties or she was riding him, but she decided to go for it. Her heels kicked off to the side, she sat herself back in the familiar way. It had taken her off guard, but his hand took her own and she watched as he flipped it over, thumbing over her ring finger. “I need to ask you a favor. A proposition.” He murmured, calculating eyes going back to her face. “And you can say no, if you want. I’ll understand.” Of course, this made her alarm bells ring but there was little time to panic. Considering he was a very get to the point man, he did exactly that. “I’d like for you to quit your current job and pretend to be my fiance.”

The bomb was dropped. Why, exactly, a man of his caliber needed a fake fiance? She had not a fucking clue. Harry continued, her face slack in shock. He took that into account, it seemed. “I like you. You’re polite, know how to behave in public. Gorgeous little thing. You’re intelligent, you’re quick, and you understand how to keep to yourself. That’s a very valuable thing to me.” His thumb resumed rubbing her ring finger. “We have incredible sex. You fulfill and exceed my needs, and I’m satisfied with sex for once in my life.” Y/N let him do whatever he wanted and thoroughly enjoyed it. There was no faking it with them. Their chemistry crackled in the air when it shifted. There was no doubting that. “My family has been pressuring me to settle down. I have no time to properly date, nor the desire to.” He sure as fuck wasn’t the type to go on dating apps, and the dating pool he was around was a lot of vapid people with money hungry libidos. At least he would know Y/N was there for money and there would be no confusion between them. “I enjoy your company. It isn’t traditional nor conventional, but I’d provide for you. I will deposit your average monthly income in your own bank account and give you a card to my own. I’d pay for your rent while you stay with me, and you’d have free time to do as you please. Whatever hobbies you’d like. Horse riding, art, reading, I don’t care what it is if you like it.”

Her head was swimming. What the fuck? She’d heard of men falling in love with escorts, sure, but this seemed… More transactional. For some reason, it made her feel a little more comfortable. He wasn’t proclaiming love after barely knowing her. He knew how it went and that she needed to be provided for. “Like a sugar baby?” She blurted out.

“Not particularly. My fiance in title. You’ve been introduced as my girl to everyone already, so it isn’t a difficult sell to anyone but my family. We’d announce our engagement, I’ll bring you to London to meet them, let it run it’s course.” His eyes bore into hers. “I don’t want you with anyone else while you’re mine. I’ll be the only one you sleep with, and vice versa. I don’t want you to split your time between me and anyone else. I’m asking for devotion, which is a lot. But I’d like it to be you.”

“Why?” Y/N knew he had explained it but it was still confusing. “I know what you’ve said but… surely theres other people that you’d want to ask? I’m just an escort you’ve been seeing for a little while. I mean.. The sex is great, don’t get me wrong.” And she was extremely attracted to him and his energy, but… “I’m not in my escort mode all the time. I don’t want to be working 24/7. I’m not as docile while off the clock.” She wasn’t about to get put into 24/7 smile and nod territory. It was fine when it was an outing, or even a night, but she did have a personality she quite liked outside of it.

“I wouldn’t expect you to be agreeable all the time. In fact, I’d like to see you fight me a little.” Harry’s smirk returned. “Makes the sex hotter. But…” he returned to his business face. “I chose you because we get along. I don’t like a lot of people. I may pretend I do, but it’s difficult for me to find people who don’t make me irritated. You’re… interesting to me.” It wasn’t the answer she expected, no, but still. She had more questions.

“So what about after it’s all done and over with? I’ll end up on the streets, homeless again because I know Madam isn’t going to just let me back on her lists.” She crossed her arms, not realizing what she’d said. Harry caught it, pocketing it for later. It didn’t sit right that she had been on the streets at all, but that wasn’t a topic he could broach right now. He didn’t have the right to ask yet.

“I will make sure you’re set after this is done.” He promised. “I will have all of your expenses covered while you’re with me. Nails, hair, food, clothing, hobbies. You’ll be making your pay and then some every week and not touching it. And if it ends early, I will payout an extra mil. Does that sound reasonable?” He rose an eyebrow. “I’ve got the paperwork with me, but you can sit on it if you want.”

“How long can I sit on it for?” It took everything in her to not bite at her nails. The one thing the acrylics were good for was curbing that habit. “It’s not a no, but I’d like to look at the contract and have a lawyer look over it before I agree to anything.” As young as she may seem, she wasn’t stupid. This would be a perfect way to take advantage of her. While she didn't have that feeling from him, she’d be dumb not to protect herself.

She didn’t expect the smile from him, but it made her heart beat a bit faster as he brought her hand up to kiss it. “Smart fuckin’ girl you are.” He laughed. “Good. That works with me. I hope you do sign it, though.” His eyes darkened a bit. Harry wasn’t good at sharing and the idea of this pretty thing belonging to him, in essence, made his dick twitch. “I’d love to take you with me to Italy and see you on my yacht. Maybe fuck you on it. Think you’d really love that.”

Y/N had a feeling she would, too. The idea of being with one man, a man she so far enjoyed despite a bit of arrogance and intimidation, was appealing after a year here. But she needed to cover her own ass before sinking into something too good to be true. “I would.” Her nails moved from his hand to card through his soft hair. “I’d love that. But I think you should focus on tonight, hm?” Her legs opened a little, and she guided his hand back to where it had been previously. “Take a look at the pretty things you’ve already got, Daddy.”

[redvexillum]

A/N: My request list was getting scary long so I decided to buckle down and start going through some of them.

SUMMARY: Alastor simply wanted to wake you up...in more ways than one.

WARNING/TAGS: f!reader, oral s*x (receiving), teasing, Alastor didn't forget and is petty AF, established relationship, fing*ring, edging, ruined org*sm, dom/sub undertone, Reader is a brat

He placed a chaste kiss on your cheek, lingering there as he sighed softly, “Good morning, darling.”  

There was an itch in your brain. You knew Alastor was playing a game with you; you had known him long enough to sense he was up to something. Pressing the front of his hips against your cunt with your legs, you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Alastor,” you keened, grinding against his hard length.   

You were not above begging if it meant starting your day with a mind-blowing orgasm.   

“Please,” you whispered, your voice a mixture of desperation and desire, “I need you.”  

His grin widened; his eyes gleaming with wicked desire. “Oh, darling,” he purred, “I know you do. But patience is such a virtue.” His cock teased you mercilessly, sliding against your slick folds, keeping you on the edge.   

You whimpered, arching against him, your need palpable in your voice. “Please, Alastor. Don’t tease me like this.” The moment you uttered those familiar words and Alastor’s grin ripped through his cheeks; realization hit you like a dump truck.   

Oh, that sonuvabitch.   

((Release date: August 18, 2024))

[signanothername]

It’s ridiculous how the dialogue boxes are so much easier to read now that i’m using my handwriting font dhhdhdhdh

Context in case you missed it

[sweeneydino]

I'm making autism

[deathlooksgoodonyou-if]

[thirtysomethingloser92]

..…But instead, what you got was a man leaning against a brick wall, exhaling smoke from a half-burnt cigarette, his eyes focused on something else entirely. He looked tired, worn down by life, his clothes rumpled and his hair falling in loose strands around his face. In that moment, he was just a man, shoving a bundle of what you assumed was cash into his coat pocket with a practiced ease. His eyes were dim, distant, as though weighed down by years of survival.

“You’re a hard man to find,” you said, your voice cutting through the quiet like a blade.

He turned sharply at the sound of your voice, the lighter in his hand glowing faintly purple as he flicked it closed. His eyes scanned you, guarded and uncertain, but there was no immediate spark of recognition. No sudden epiphany. Just a cautious wariness, the kind that came from too many years of living on the edge. “We met?” he asked, his Cajun accent thick and weary, the words dripping with suspicion.

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, his attention shifted. His gaze slid past you, landing on the figure standing beside you—Laura.

His entire body went still.

“Laura?” he breathed, his voice barely more than a whisper, but the raw emotion in it was unmistakable. His cigarette fell, forgotten, to the ground as he stepped forward, his eyes wide, disbelieving.

Laura didn’t say a word. She simply nodded, taking a step toward him in return. And then, in a moment that took you completely by surprise, she moved forward and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a tight, desperate embrace. Gone was the tough exterior, the guarded, hardened warrior she usually appeared to be. In that moment, she was just a young woman who had found someone she thought she’d lost forever.

You watched as Remy’s arms came up around her, holding her close, his expression softening in a way you hadn’t expected. His hands were gentle, a stark contrast to the rough edges of his appearance. He clutched her to him like he was afraid if he let go, she might disappear again, like she had before. His chin rested on the top of her head, and you could see the tension in his shoulders ease, just a little. The two of them stood there, locked in that embrace, the world around them forgotten.

You could feel the emotion of the moment pressing in on you, heavy and bittersweet. You remembered the way Laura had described Remy to you—the way he had taken on the role of protector in the Void, looking after her like a father would, keeping her safe when everything else was falling apart. And now, seeing them together, it was clear just how much they had meant to each other. Neither one of them wanted to let go, both of them terrified of losing the other again.

“I told you,” Laura whispered into his chest, her voice muffled but filled with emotion. “I told you that I’d find her if I ever got out.”

Her words seemed to pull Remy out of the moment. His eyes, which had been focused solely on Laura, flickered back to you. And this time, there was something different in them. You could see the recognition flood his gaze, like a dam breaking, like all the pieces that had been scattered across time and space suddenly fell into place.

He didn’t say anything at first, but the way he looked at you—like he was seeing something he had been searching for his entire life—made your heart clench. It was as though everything Laura had told you, everything you had felt but never truly understood, was reflected in his eyes. The bond, the connection, the years of isolation and dreaming of someone he had never met but had always known—it was all there, written in the way his gaze softened, the way his entire posture shifted.

He didn’t need to say anything, because in that moment, you both knew.

Laura’s words echoed in your mind, the ones she had shared with you during those long conversations where she tried to help you understand just how much Remy had believed in you, even before he knew you.

He believed in you more than he believed in anything else.

You took a slow breath, your throat tight, as the reality of the moment settled around you. This wasn’t the way you had imagined it. It wasn’t the grand, sweeping revelation you had pictured—there was no dramatic spark, no instant recognition that knocked you both off your feet. But maybe it didn’t have to be.

Maybe it was enough that he was standing there, looking at you with the quiet realization that you were real. That you had found him, just like he had always believed you would.

Remy’s gaze lingered on you for a long moment, his expression unreadable, but there was a softness in his eyes, a quiet understanding that spoke of years spent dreaming of this moment, even if he hadn’t known it would come like this. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and hoarse.

“I didn’t think you were real,” he admitted quietly, almost like he was confessing something he hadn’t dared say out loud before. “Thought you were just somethin’ I made up to keep myself goin’.”

You swallowed hard, your chest tight. “I’m real,” you said softly. “And I’m here.”

He nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. “Guess I should’ve known,” he added, a trace of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Felt you all this time. Should’ve known you’d come lookin’ for me.”

The weight of his words settled over you, and all the uncertainty, all the fear you had carried with you melted away. This was it. This was the moment you had been waiting for, the moment you had been chasing across the multiverse. And now, standing here in front of him, you realized that maybe it didn’t matter how difficult the journey had been. Maybe all that mattered was that you had found him.

You gave a small shrug, the weight of the moment still hanging between you and Remy, but you needed to break the tension, to pull you both out of the whirlwind of emotions that had just passed. “Yeah, well,” you said, your voice carrying a hint of dry humor, “we broke about six multiversal laws getting here.” You threw your thumb behind you, gesturing vaguely toward the chaotic path that had led you to this point. “So, uh, I’m kinda expecting my buddies from the TVA to show up any second now.”

Remy’s brow furrowed, his gaze flicking to the space behind you as if expecting a swarm of time-traveling agents to appear at any moment. The lighter in his hand flickered purple again, a nervous habit you realized, though his face remained calm, unreadable.

Laura, still standing close to Remy, glanced between the two of you. She looked back at Remy, her expression softening, though her voice remained steady. “We’re gonna take you back with us,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Back home. It might not be your home, but she’s there,” Laura nodded toward you, her eyes full of unspoken meaning, “and I’m there too.”

Remy’s eyes darted to you, then back to Laura, conflicted. You could see the hesitation in his posture, the uncertainty that came from years of being lost, of never really knowing where he belonged. You felt a pang in your chest—he had been fighting his own battles for so long, without knowing you were out there, fighting yours. But now, everything was different. You were offering him a way out, a chance to be part of something again. You were offering him you.

“Where’s home?” Remy asked, his voice low, cautious.

“Earth-616,” you replied simply, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to explain multiple realities. To you, it had become second nature, but you knew it would take him time to adjust. All of it—the multiverse, the TVA, the fact that you had crossed dimensions to find him—it was a lot to take in. But you didn’t have the luxury of time to ease him into it.

Remy raised an eyebrow, clearly not familiar with the technicalities of multiversal cataloging, but before he could ask any more questions, your watch beeped, cutting through the moment like a siren. You glanced down at it, your heartbeat quickening. The TVA wouldn’t be far behind; you had made too many ripples in the fabric of reality for them to ignore.

“I’ll explain everything once we’re back in my apartment,” you said quickly, urgency creeping into your voice. “But right now, we really don’t have the time. We’ve gotta go.” You turned to Laura, who was already standing at the ready, her eyes sharp, understanding the gravity of the situation without needing further explanation. “Now.”

You took a deep breath, focusing your energy, feeling the familiar pull as you raised your hands. The air around you shimmered, and with a swift, practiced motion, you began to rip a hole into the fabric of reality—a portal between worlds, a doorway back to Earth-616. The swirling energy hummed with the power of the multiverse, opening into the familiar space of your world, your home.

You turned to Remy, your eyes locking onto his. "You coming or staying?"

For a brief moment, you held your breath, watching the flicker of emotions cross his face—hesitation, curiosity, and then something deeper, something that resonated with the bond you had always felt but had never fully understood until now. You knew this choice wasn’t just about leaving, it was about stepping into the unknown, trusting a connection that had tied you both together without either of you ever knowing why.

But Remy didn’t hesitate for long. His decision was already made, written in the way his shoulders relaxed slightly, in the way his eyes softened when they met yours. He knew, just as you did, that wherever you went, he would follow. He would follow you to the ends of the universe if it meant being by your side….

[casuallyanidiot]

Sneak peek of Farmer boy fic bcz I'm at like 3k words already and haven't gotten into the meat of it. I'm going crazy.

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT ! MDNI !

Tw.NSFW, Yandere, Noncon/Dubcon, AFAB and FemPov reader, groping, nothing too crazy happening in this snippet but be warned

Sorry for the small text btw 😭

I'm trying to write as much as I can between studying, assignments and general social stuff but I hope to get it out within a week.

[munsonburn3r]

Oh, Camellia, won't you take me away? - A Hanahaki!Eddie Munson story (sneak peek!)

eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: eddie munson had been a constant during your short time in hawkins, indiana, which made it that much harder when you had to leave. four years and a clinical trial later, you'd thought you'd conquered an otherwise fatal disease. what you weren't expecting, though, was the man that nearly killed you to walk back into your life, threatening to undo all of the progress you'd made towards healing - both physically and emotionally.

cw: hanahaki!au, angst, descriptions of light gore, childhood trauma, sexual themes and content

a/n: here is a snippet from the hanahaki eddie fic that has been bouncing around in my brain over the past week. feedback welcomed!

Water flowed out across the floor in a surge that mimicked crashing ocean waves. You cursed as you scrambled to right the plastic Procona and liquid sloshed awkwardly, lapping at your fingertips. It was a surprising amount from a relatively small bucket. 

“Everything alright out there?” called a gruff voice from the back office. 

You sighed. “Just fine, Bill! Minor spill. Nothing major.”

A muffled grumble could be heard from the owner’s space behind you, but you paid it no mind. It only took a few steps for you to grab the mop and start cleaning up the water all over the workspace floor, and to your relief, it really wasn’t as much as it seemed. 

The nearly four years you’d spent at Indiana Floral Company had seemed to fly by in a blink of an eye. You weren’t expecting an on the spot interview when you’d first stopped into the shop, but the owner Bill had been impressed at your willingness to learn and your natural eye for design and hired you immediately. Probationary, of course. 

So under Bill’s tutelage, your floral design skills blossomed. The basic knowledge of plants you’d brought from years of spending time gardening with your Grandma grew. You went from simply identifying lilies to knowing the difference between Asiatic and Oriental and their best growing seasons. You could identify roses based on subtle color differences and had learned how to take the most tightly closed bud and blow it open with a little humidity, a plastic bag, and very careful preening. And though you didn’t like to brag, you could match corsage ribbon to prom dresses better than anyone in town. 

As time wore on, Bill had shared that years of design had wrecked his body and that it was time to begin passing the torch. Since Indiana Floral Company was one of the top floral design studios in town, the responsibility embedded in passing said torch was sobering. But after a year and a half of earning your stripes, you landed a head designer role and began training to take over the small family business.

Humming a nondescript tune, you refilled the earlier bucket with water and flower food before chopping the ends off of a bunch of de-thorned roses with the guillotine-like stem cutter. A clunk thrummed out when you dropped the two dozen stems into the water. Each blossom peered at you with a center like a curled eye — delicate sandy cream — perfect for the event you were designing later this weekend. 

A ring of the bells on the front door broke your focus. You wiped your hands on the rag shoved haphazardly into your apron and turned at the sudden sound of Bill’s voice. 

“The 1:30 initial wedding consult must be early. You mind taking this one, kid?” His head peeked around the office door. “I started the file – it’s on the cash wrap.” He looked tired; the man should have retired two years ago. 

With a slight smile, you nodded. “Got it.”

It was impossible to see who had entered due to the amount of plants, gift items, and displays you’d designed around the small space (“customers shop with their eyes first, kid; you gotta draw them in before you let them see the price tag” Bill had said). But as soon as you rounded the front display, your stomach dropped clear out of your body and onto the floor. 

Maybe it was the habitual need to weave around the labyrinth of flora and gifts that had lowered your defenses. Or perhaps it was the fact that this was a typical boring Wednesday afternoon in April. Hell, it could have been the questionable sandwich you had for lunch that you found at the back of the minifridge. 

But one thing was clear: you hadn’t expected to see Eddie Munson and Chrissy Cunningham hand in hand looking around at the array of merchandise you’d set out in preparation for Mother’s Day. 

“Hi!” A saccharine voice matched the sickeningly sweet smile on the strawberry blonde in front of you. “We’re here for a wedding consultation at 1:30. Sorry we’re a bit early — we didn’t want to be late!”

Time stood still. Or maybe that was just you — frozen as you stared the couple down with a look of surprise plastered across your features. You didn’t think you could move (or even speak, for that matter).

However, for the first time in almost four years, you felt your chest tighten and a sharp prickling sensation snake up your windpipe. You licked your dry lips (hadn’t you just put on chapstick?) and attempted to swallow with no success. Instead, your throat constricted, and there it was: an involuntary, yet ever so familiar metallic cough.

image credit: pinterest dividers: @saradika-graphics

tagging some moots that might be interested: @chickpeadumpsterfire @voyeurmunson @joshlmbrt @mediocredreams @littlexdeaths @anamelessfool

[ghost-bxrd]

“It ain’t a pony ride out there, boss,” he says, tone neutral, but Jason can hear the undercurrent of bitterness in it, “Ain’t nobody lookin’ to hire one like me ‘cept crooks. Penguin had decent enough pay and didn’t have us doin’ gutter work, ‘s more than I’d coulda asked.”

Jason hums, coming to a slow stop in front of the man to stare him down through the expressionless lenses of his helmet. Behind him, loading a truck advertising “Daisy’s Floral Florist” full of drugs hidden in boxes packed with plastic bouquets, his goons pretend like they’re not listening with rapt attention to the exchange taking place.

Jason nods, tilts his head, nods again, and then jams the barrel of a gun into the soft underside Dave’s jaw, “I don’t believe you.”

Dave, to his credit, doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t even blink. Just keeps staring straight ahead, stance open, like they hadn’t first met each other when Jason was drenched in blood and chucked his predecessor’s head at him with a dry “Congrats on your promotion.” Like the Red Hood isn’t the definition of violence waiting to happen.

It fucking pisses him off.

Jason snorts and holsters the gun in one smooth motion, stepping back.

“But you’re in luck. I need a second pair of hands to run things for the next job when I’m-“ picking my kid up from school and make sure he hasn’t burned the whole thing down in the meantime, “…unavailable.”

— The Antithesis of Magic, Chpt 6 sneak peek

[zepskies]

👀 Sneak Peek: Against the Wind (Part 1)

Okay, I know I have some reading to catch up on from some of my lovely friends (which I have bookmarked!).

But just wanted to give you a quick look at Part 1 of Against the Wind (Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader), since it's dropping tomorrow...

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x F. Omega!Reader 

Summary: You wake up in a strange alpha’s cabin in the middle of a snowstorm, all with a busted ankle. He holds shadows in his eyes, even though his hands are gentle. There are iron shutters around his heart, even though he saved you. You might just save him in return.

Sneak Preview:

Your body is mostly numb when he pulls you out of the snow.

You utter a sharp cry when something in your side twinges, waking up your entire body like a white-hot shiv. Your ankle begins to throb as well.

“Hold on. I’ve got you.”

You only half hear the voice, a deep, coarse rumble. His form is broad and dark and blurry, but his male scent is the only thing you register with perfect clarity. 

Alpha. 

A small treble of alarm runs through you. It’s an instinct you’ve had to learn, as an omega traveling alone in rural Montana. However, something else disrupts that anxiety.

It’s his scent. His scent is like the crackle and smoke of a warm hearth. 

Safe. Your body is heavy and stiff and doesn’t respond to your commands, and yet, you feel a measure of calm when he maneuvers you into his arms. It’s a baser instinct, rooted deep in your chest. He begins to carry you down the slope of the mountain, and your vision blurs white…

Like the flurry of snow falling heavy on his jacket.  

Part 1 coming tomorrow, Friday the 13th!

Read Parts 1 and 2 now on Patreon.~

Dean Winchester Tag List

@hobby27 @kazsrm67 @jacklesbrainworms @foxyjwls007 @mostlymarvelgirl

@thebiggerbear @roseblue373 @this-is-me19 @emily-winchester @deans-spinster-witch

@deans-baby-momma @sanscas @kaleldobrev @spnwoman @samanddeaninatrenchcoat

@globetrotter28 @adoringanakin @midnightmadwoman @chevroletdean @iprobablyshipit91

@chriszgirl92 @lyarr24 @ladysparkles78 @spnfamily-j2 @pieandmonsters

@deansbbyx @sarahgracej @chernayawidow @mimaria420 @stoneyggirl2

@fics-pics-andotherthings-i-like @waywardxwords @waynes-multiverse @twinkleinadiamondsky @mxltifxnd0m

@my-stories-vault @kayleighwinchester @rizlowwritessortof @samslvrgirl @tortureddarkstar

@tmb510 @syrma-sensei @artemys-ackles @malindacath @mrsjenniferwinchester

@jc-winchester @charmed-asylum @fromcaintodean @k-slla @jackles010378

[inazumass]

Lost in the Fire || Tamaki Amajiki x Reader

This is a sneak peek of one of the drafts I've been working on these days. I've started a couple other things as well because my squirrel brain has way too many ideas at once. No warnings apply for this blurb, just a cute little makeout sesh

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Shaky hands gripped at your hips, squeezing gently as he leaned into your touch. Soft lips melded against yours, your thighs on either side of his waist. With a hand on his chest you could feel the way his pulse quickened at the kiss, his cheeks radiating heat with the fierceness of his blush. Your hands moved to his hair, lightly gripping the fluffy indigo locks as he melted into you.

He whimpered when you broke the kiss, cringing internally at his shameless whines. His eyes were screwed shut, a wobbly little pout on his pretty pink lips. He wanted more, but you knew he wouldn’t be the one to cave first. The honey coloured glow of the sunrise filtering in through your bedroom window cast long shadows across the room and bathed his pretty face in its glow. You let out a sigh at the sight, your palm pressing lightly against his rose coloured cheeks.

“You’re so pretty like this, Tamaki.” You breathed out, earning another whine from your roommate.

“Stop torturing me,” He huffed out, daring to peek up at you from beneath his dark eyelashes.

It was a mistake to do that, he wasn’t sure his heart could take it. The sight of you, thighs splayed open across his lap, cooing praises at him, it had his breath catching high in his throat. His fingers twitched against your skin and earned a smug little smile from you, your soft gaze never wavering from his face. 

“Is that your way of saying you want more?”