#writing tag 📝

[moonsharky]

i may or may not have come up with a multichap buddie fic idea that fucking slaps. will i actually complete it?

[joocomics]

he looks like that perfect well mannered guy with good grades that was everyone’s first real crush and unrequited love but not only that; all the mothers in the neighbourhood wanted him for their daughters including yours, and even after you start university you still get asked about him during dinner time “have you seen intak lately? what is he up to? do you hang out? but why not? he was such a sweet boy when you two were younger i’ve always liked him. what was he studying again? oh, that’s amazing, he’ll grow into a great man!”

that doesn’t mean he’s boring or a loser though it’s actually the opposite of that. he’s always been good at keeping balance between social life and education; he’s always invited to every party; always respected by professors and colleagues, especially because of how he’s never missed a class and actually wants to do something with his life in contrast to many other students… makes me wonder how he’d be when he falls in love for the first time. yeah, he’s always had temporary crushes and few situationships but there were never anything serious and that’s why he was never really affected when they came to an end. but would falling in love, truly, deeply in love, to the point he cannot think of anything else, would have an impact on the picture perfect life he’s built for himself? maybe he has some flaws and falling for you would be the reason he’ll notice them for the first time?

[ash-unhinged444]

Bake with me?!:Valentine’s Day

It was the day after you baked cookies with your big bro, your hair still smelled of the peppermint shampoo he got for you. It was Valentine’s Day at school and again like every year you didn’t get a single valentine, when you walked into your home your big brother greeted you.

“Hey little dude! How was school? Happy Valentine’s Day, Come here!” He pulled you into a hug smiling wide, and as his big and strong arms wrapped around your body, your face resting in his neck as you tensed up while a couple tears rolled down your cheeks and you whimpered into his t shirt “n-happy v-valentines day”.

He broke off the hug and he leaned down a bit as he looked into your eyes

“Woah hey hey, what’s wrong buddy? What’s got you so upset? Did something happen at school? Were those kids mean to you again?” he shot up straight and clenched his teeth “I swear if they lay a hand on you again- they’re not going to like what the-“ you hugged him tightly again shoving your face into his soft t shirt, he smelled of his cologne and that scent always brought you comfort. He wrapped his arms around you again and you say “no one h-hurt me.. n-no valentines..” he kisses the top of your head and lets out a sigh “ugh.. I’m sorry little dude.. that doesn’t make any sense, you’re so cute and sweet and kind.. whoever doesn’t give you a valentine doesn’t deserve your time. How about big bro treats you tonight? Hm?? We can have your favorite snacks, and I’ll make us a treat and we can watch a couple movies hm? How’s that sound?” He asked as he held your head close and played with your hair lightly.

You nodded as he played with your hair and then he breaks off the hug and kneels down to meet your eyes, he wiped your tears and sweetly said “how about you go change into some comfy pjs and I’ll get our nest set up and make us a treat and our snacks mm? Sound good?” You nodded again and went to your room to change into a soft cropped t shirt and a pair of soft black sweatpants. As you came back to the living room the couch was set up with your favorite blankets, a couple plushies, and the coffee table had all your favorite snacks, some candy, a bowl of pretzels, and 2 pb&j sandwiches without the crust cut into triangles. You sat on the couch and got comfy and tangled in the blankets, put on a movie as you waited for your big bro to come sit by you.

Your big bro was in the kitchen making chocolate covered strawberries, it’s Valentine’s Day of course, and they were your favorite treat, he made your strawberries them extra special this year; first, he soaked them in plain vodka overnight, then he hollowed them out and put some melted chocolate inside of them, then he dipped the tops of them in crushed graham crackers. After an hour he brings two plates and 2 bottles of water to the couch and sets them down on the coffee table along with the other snacks.

“Alright buddy, I have our treats here hm? Ohh you look so comfy cozy.. what movie did you pick?” He asked as he wrapped his arm around your back feeling your warm soft skin peaking out of your crop top and pulled you close.

“Mm. It’s uhm- a new one it looked uhm nice” you say as your head rest on his shoulder, the smell of his cologne filling your nose, you inhaled and exhaled slowly as you began to relax.

“Mm here, have a berry, I made them special for you little dude just how you like them.” He took a strawberry and held it up to your lips, and you took it in your mouth mindlessly as you watched the tv screen.

Your big brother rubbed his big hand up and down your back slowly, as you ate the berry you loved the taste of the chocolate and graham cracker but something tasted off, maybe it was just a less ripened batch this year..

He rubbed your back as you both watched the movie, grabbing a couple pretzels and ate them, then he grabbed his pb&j and he took a couple bites then asked “mm another strawberry bub?” As he held it up, your lips still had a little chocolate on them as you opened your mouth eating the second berry.

“How do they taste? Are they yummy?” He sweetly asked while his hand trailed up your shirt rubbing your bare back lightly. The berry tasted so delicious, but something was still off about it, your throat began to sting a little and your brain got a little spacey as you kept watching the movie..

“Y-yeah they’re g-good..” you said softly before licking the chocolate off your lips, as you licked your lips your big bro lifted your chin to look at you and he softly planted a kiss on your half chocolate coated lips, it sent shivers and a bolt of electricity down your back.

“Mm.. your lips are so soft bro, and they taste so delicious..” one of his big hands kept rubbing your bare back up and down slowly, and his other hand cupped your face to hold you up as he kissed you again so softly and slowly..

“Mmh. B-“ you whimpered against his lips while he grabs another berry and softly slides it into your mouth. “Shhh., just relax and enjoy the berries.. I made them so special for you.” Your eyes widen a bit before they shut half way as you chewed the third strawberry. Your mind felt weird like time was moving slower, your eyes fluttered a bit he moved his hands from your back to your waist then massaged your thighs and hips slowly.. you tried to break the kiss and push him off but your stomach was filled with butterflies. He gently got ontop of you and straddled you, his weight pushing into you, why was he ontop of you? Why did these strawberries taste off? You felt confused and spacey as he ran his big soft hands up and down your sides, then he slowly started to push his hips into yours, the cloth of your sweatpants and his sweatpants causing friction and you let out a soft whimper, looking him up and down with your heavy eyes. What was he doing? Why was he doing this? You just wanted to watch the movie, you didn’t expect this to happen on Valentine’s Day..

“Mmm, here, have another berry little bro, you’re so calm and light underneath me aren’t you?” he slid another vodka soaked berry into your mouth and teased you while his hips kept grinding into yours. The butterflies and knots in your stomach got more intense as you moved your hands around slightly not knowing where to put them as you watched him grind into you while in a daze. He grabbed your hands and put them to rest in the dips of his hips, you held on tightly as the friction between both of your sweatpants grew.

“Aww, are you getting flustered little bro? It’s okay, you don’t have to be shy.. all brothers do it. It’s perfectly okay.. you’re doing so well.” You whimpered softly underneath him as your hands tightened around his hips, your whole body was flustered and your bottom half was getting hotter as the friction grew harder between you and your big brother.

“Mm…come here buddy..”

He got off your lap and sat beside you then he gently pulled you onto his lap, holding your hips firmly.. your eyes fluttering as your brain got more and more spacey, your throat burned a little and you licked your lips as you let out a soft whimper “b-but- mmh.. wha-“ your big brother leaned up to plant his lips on yours again, slowly kissing you over and over. He slides his warm tongue into your mouth and rubs it against yours, both of your lips getting covered in the strawberry flavored saliva. He ran his hands all over your body gripping and rubbing your hips, waist, thighs and ass, you whimpered into his lips as he made out with you, making you feel so small in his big strong arms. As he dug his fingertips into your hips grinding them back and forth into his bulge you felt his bulge grow bigger and harder, your eyes widened as you opened your mouth mid kiss to let out a soft whine. He softly said against your lips “shhhh. Big bros going to teach you something really cool okay? Just relax you can trust me” he rubbed your hips once more before cupping your ass gently and he broke the kiss off “mmm.. here why do you sit in front of me hm? I’ll help you, don’t worry.” He picked you up off his lap and set you infront of him on your knees, and when you looked up at him with your heavy glassy eyes, mouth wide open he stroked your cheek slowly before saying “you look so cute like that.. right in that spot..” he grabbed one of your hands and said “rub it through my sweats.. cmon you can trust me I’ve got you, you deserve a good Valentine’s Day bud.” You nodded as your eyes half open and mind moving so slow, you bit your lip as you squeezed and rubbed his bulge as it grew through his sweatpants. “Mmm god I never realized how good your hands felt little dude..” he said as he took his sweatpants and boxers off and tossed them aside, your heavy eyes looked him up and down and he took your hand and put it back on his bare cock “mm god your hands are so soft.. ffuck.. here c’mere..” he slides his soft fingers under your chin and guides your face closer to his hard cock, you fixated on it with your big heavy eyes.. it looked so hard and yet so soft and gentle at the same time..

“Mm.. you look so good like that… open your mouth for me.” He demanded sweetly while he rubbed your chin holding it softly. You opened your mouth half way and your big bro rubbed your bottom lip with his thumb, then slide his thumb into your mouth rubbing it against your tongue softly before he grabbed his cock and put the tip of it against your lips and tounge..

“Mmm… your lips are so soft, ffuck just..- wrap your lips around it and lick it slowly hm??”

You wrapped your saliva covered lips around big bros cock and sucked on just the tip gently and your eyes fluttered a little “ffuccck my god your mouth feels soo warm and soft.. my god…” he moaned as he put a hand in your soft hair and held onto it grabbing a handful while he rubbed your red hot cheek with his other hand. You drooled as he thrusted into your mouth lightly while your half shut eyes looked up at him, he looked so relaxed, was he enjoying this???

Time passes as you continued sucking and licking on his hard cock, he moaned and groaned louder “gaaah fuck my god little dude.. your mouth is phenomenal… I’m getting close, mm.. if I would’ve known it would’ve been this easy to have your mouth I never would’ve soaked those strawberries in alcohol.” He chuckled and stroked your hair as his hand gripped harder, and your eyes widen a bit, drool running down your soft lips and chin… all down his shaft. He grunted and slid his hand under your chin holding your head in place as he groaned louder while tensing up, and finishing down your throat. “My god dude, you did such a good job.. here come here..” he put his arms around you and lifted you into his lap pulling one of your soft blankets over you and cuddled you close. Your lips covered in saliva, cum, and hints of alcohol soaked berries. “Mmm.. you did so good little bro, I’m so proud of you, you pleased brother so well didn’t you?” You nodded slowly as you closed your eyes and nuzzled your face into his neck, his cologne filling your nose..and fell asleep peacefully.. is every Valentine’s Day going to be like this? Is everyday going to be like this? Either way, you wouldn’t have it any other way..🖤

[lilacerull0]

everyone talks themselves into a life that suits them best

[anachilles]

chapt 4; whiskey neat, coffee black 🥃

To his surprise, Buck reached out and gave his arm a gentle, appeasing squeeze.  Oh. Oh. It shocked him to immediate attention, and it took everything he had not to visibly react. Buck’s palm was cool and a little dewey from handling the ice cold glasses and bottles, that’s why the sensation against his bare skin just under the hem of his t-shirt sleeve damn near sent a shiver up his spine. It was the first time Buck had physically touched him. Even when he pulled his hand away, Bucky could still feel the imprint of his palm, and he distantly hoped that it would linger a while longer. Maybe also that he’d do it again. The sooner the better, preferably.

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[candyheartedchy]

Just a little snippet from my CoralBob wip fic because it’s cute and I wanted to share something from it so far.

Sitting side by side, a little yellow sponge and purple sea monster were on their third bowl of triple goober berry sunrises. Their laughter filled the air as the bartender kept glancing over in dread while cleaning a glass.

"Okay, ready?"

"Ready."

Sticking out his tongue a bit, SpongeBob tired to balance a cherry upon his nose as Coraline did the same on her snout. This was quickly followed up by an angry shout of defeat by the sea monster as a cherry fell onto the floor.

"I guess I won." SpongeBob said.

"I bet you can't do it with a spoon."

Turning around smugly, the sponge smiled over with his spoon now balancing straight up on his nose.

"Amazing."

SpongeBob laughs.

Digging into their ice creams, the pair had soon found themselves becoming quiet.

"SpongeBob?"

Taking in a spoonful, the sponge turned, "Hm?"

"Do you think it’s safe to go behind our bosses backs?”

“Why not?”

“Aren’t you worried about getting fired?”

SpongeBob swallows before putting his spoon down, “Well, maybe a little… but what about you? Aren’t you worried about getting fired?”

“Yeah, but I can always find a new job… somewhere… You love your job though, and how much it means to you. I just worried this will all blow up in our faces.”

SpongeBob brows narrowed a little, “So, do you not want to hang out anymore or-"

“NO! I DO!” Coraline shouted before pulling back, embarrassed by her sudden outburst, “I just… I don’t want to be the reason you lose your job.”

“It’ll be fine, Coraline.” he smiled.

“I hope so.” she signs, “I already feel like I’m gonna mess this up.”

SpongeBob grew quiet, looking away with a troubled expression. The two didn't speak for a few seconds until the sponge finally did.

"Well," he paused, tapping his fingers along the table as he sat there, "They say sponges are great for cleaning up messes." SpongeBob smiled sheepishly over, causing Coraline to laugh softly at this.

"I do want to thank you though."

"For what?"

"For always being kind to me. Even through I’m a monster.”

"Are we speaking literally or figuratively?"

"Both?" Coraline sighs, running her fingers through her short hair, "I mean, I know I'm a monster. It's who I am. I just... don't want to be treated like one, you know?”

“Or like how everyone treats me like a kid…” SpongeBob breathed.

Coralline frowned, “How come you let people walk all over you all the time?"

“People don’t walk all over me?”

“SpongeBob, I literally saw Mr. Krabs use you as a ramp the other day.”

“The floorboards were broken.” SpongeBob stated before Coraline grabbed his shoulders.

“SpongeBob, please, I’m being serious… You need to stand up for yourself more.”

“I do stand up for myself.”

“But you always brush it off!” Coraline then glance away, shy now, “I hate seeing you treated like your dumb. Like sure you’re more…” she paused, “whimsical than others your age, but that’s your charm.”

“Charm?”

“Yeah.” Coraline then blushed, “It’s cute.”

SpongeBob pointed his spoon at the sea monster, "If you think flattery will help your chances at getting the secret formula from me, think again.“ he teased before Coraline started to panic.

“What? No! I’m not trying to get to formula-” she explained before feeling a soft hand rest on her’s.

“Coraline, I was joking.”

“Oh.”

“You worry too much.”

“Sorry.”

SpongeBob couldn’t help but stare at the sea monster, smitten as he watched her turn a deep shade of purple in her cheeks, making her more shy before catching himself.

“We better get going before it’s gets too late. Those patties aren’t gonna flip themselves tomorrow.” the sponge laughs awkwardly.

Watching him, Coraline soon followed after before noticing the sponge wobbling a bit before she rushed over to catch him from bumping into a chair.

“You okay?”

“Yeah, this always happens when I eat a few triple goober berry sunrises.” the sponge smiled up, drunk before placing an hand on the sea monster’s cheek, patting it, “It’s fine.”

Blushing from the touch, Coraline laughs lightly before tucking the sponge under her arm, heading out the door, “C’mon, let’s get you home.

The bartender watching the pair leave as he exhaled, wiping his brow.

[suddencolds]

~

[gayhoediaz]

quick 6.12 coda based on some tags i left on @diazmp3’s post ✨

Comfortable silence covers the kitchen like a warm blanket on a cold day. Buck drinks his water. Eddie finishes Christopher’s lunch and places it into the fridge.

With his palm supporting his head, Buck is staring into nothing, his mind wandering. Rain. A bright light. Black. Blood. A striped shirt he can’t bring himself to look at, yet can’t possibly throw away.

His peripheral vision catches Eddie next to him, standing. Allowing the silence to linger for a beat longer.

Buck is expecting him to say something. To ask if he’s staying over, or if he wants a beer now. If he wants to get some more sleep, or if he wants them to catch a rerun of whatever is on tv this time of night.

Only that’s not what happens.

Because the next moment, he hears a soft exhale, and then there are a pair of lips on his forehead. Far up, almost at his hairline. And a hand, right below his own, softly cradling the side of his neck.

Eddie’s lips. Eddie’s hand.

From the very first touch, Buck sighs, his eyes falling closed.

Is it possible for a human being to melt like a stick of butter in a warm pan? Or a spoonful of raw honey in a warm cup of tea? Because that’s exactly how he feels.

The relief of sinking into a warm bath after a cold and rough day. The relief of crawling into bed when you’re absolutely exhausted.

The relief of just being able to relax. To exhale. Finally.

It’s not as if he hasn’t been granted hugs, or even kisses following this whole ordeal - but this is different.

It’s Eddie. Eddie is different. Eddie has always been different. Eddie will always be different.

Eddie manages to reach the innermost parts of Buck and soothe him to his very core without even trying. Eddie makes Buck feel warm in a way that he wouldn’t be able to describe if you gave him a dictionary and an eternity.

Eddie doesn’t have to touch him to do that - but he is; he is touching him. The rough callouses brush the side of Buck’s neck, and his chapped lips stay right there, on his forehead far beyond the reasonable time for a quick forehead kiss.

And Buck breathes.

For the first time since he woke up - perhaps for the first time in years - Buck feels as if he’s allowed a full breath.

In fact, he sinks so deeply into the sensation, that the feeling of Eddie pulling away drags a slight, barely-there breath of complaint out of his nose, and he frowns, keeping his eyes closed as he shifts his hand to wrap around Eddie’s wrist, keeping him there. Then he nods once, feeling the tip of his nose brush Eddie’s chin.

Truthfully, he doesn’t know what he’s looking for. What he’s asking for. Or maybe he does. All he knows is that Eddie is his safe place. And he makes him feel so at peace. Even when he’s not happy, he’s always at peace. In this house. In this home. With Eddie.

And Eddie’s lips were so warm on his forehead. Just as safe and comforting as the rest of him. And Buck can feel his breath on his own lips now, and he wants.

Until now, he’s never considered it, but he wants. Fuck, does he want.

“Please,” he finds himself breathing, eyes still closed as he lets his thumb brush the back of Eddie’s hand.

“Buck,” Eddie says, his voice a mere whisper. Buck feels him move away, but his hand stays right where it is. “Look at me,” he prompts, just as softly.

Buck opens his eyes, slowly, blinking a few times as he takes in the view in front of him. Eddie’s face so close to his - far enough away that he can’t feel him breathe, and far enough away that his face isn’t blurry - but close. So close.

When their eyes meet, the corners of Eddie’s lips lift into a gentle smile. Warm. Loving. Reassuring.

“Not tonight,” he says, eyebrows lifting somewhat. “Okay?”

It should make Buck spiral. Should awake voices in his head telling him that he’s too heavy, and too emotional, and too needy, and too much.

It doesn’t. He can’t hear any of that. Any would-be voices are muted by the warmth of the love in Eddie’s eyes.

“Okay,” Buck nods, ducking his head somewhat, feeing his own version of Eddie’s smile creep onto his face as he squeezes his wrist, and looks back up. “Okay. Not tonight,” he agrees.

“Not tonight,” Eddie repeats, with a squeeze to Buck’s shoulder.

Unspoken is the promise of not tonight, but soon.

Soon.

[brrrkdslek]

🗄️ 𓂃 ࣪˖ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

📁 ; F1L3 0N3 ; KP0P

📑 ; 4733Z

📝 ; QUADRILATERAL LOVE! ᵐⁱⁿˢᵃⁿʰʷᵃ

being a newly debuted group from the small company, KQ, you're already getting yourself into scandals and many allegations have been made about you. how will you battle through the public and feelings you surprisingly catch in between?

📝 ; BILLION BENEFITS! ʷᵒᵒʸᵒᵘⁿᵍ

wooyoung had always dreamed of being in love, but being surrounded by so many fakes made it hard. what will happen when you, an infamous billionaire, stumbles across the bar he worked at?

📝 ; EMERGENCE. ᵒᵗ⁸

an event known as 'THE PULSE' occurs worldwide, granting a significant portion of the population extraordinary abilities. You, a grieving young mother, encounters a group of boys while seeking refuge. The newfound group navigates a changing society while uncovering the truth behind 'THE PULSE'.

📄 ; MY MANIAC! ᵃᵗᵉᵉᶻ ˣ ˢᵗʳᵃʸ ᵏⁱᵈˢ

a monster apocalypse breaks out in korea. y/n, who suffers from severe persistent asthma constantly runs around the streets for shits and giggles waiting to be bitten. what will they do when you save their lives?

📑 ; 57R4Y K1D5

📄 ; MY MANIAC! ᵃᵗᵉᵉᶻ ˣ ˢᵗʳᵃʸ ᵏⁱᵈˢ

a monster apocalypse breaks out in korea. y/n, who suffers from severe persistent asthma constantly runs around the streets for shits and giggles waiting to be bitten. what will they do when you save their lives?

📑 ; 53V3N733N

📄 ; THE NOSY NEIGHBOUR! ʷᵒᵒᶻⁱ

jihoon decided to be nosy for once. after all, he lived right next door and all that noise was affecting his everything. surely it wasn't anything serious, right?

📑 ; 3NHYP3N

📄 ; BLOOD RED BLOOD! ᵒᵗ⁷

m/n was an ordinary boy. When your mother died from a car accident, you started working as a barista by day and went to night school. You encounter this group of boys on campus, why are they so interested in you? Perhaps you aren’t as ordinary as you think you are.

...4ND M0R3 70 C0M3!

©BRRRKDSLEK 2024

[aew-regression-cove]

ouuhhh need mama/papa to gently rock me to sleep, fussing my hair to help me settle, humming a song quietly to keep me calm, listening to their steady heartbeat as I drift off to sleep . . . 💭

[moonsharky]

hi pookie, you better be writing 👄👶🍎

these emojis are so fucking random i chuckled. i am defs writing bub, sometimes i will break for a few minutes bc my brain or fingers need a break from my keyboard 😂 (phone is different, dont @ me)

heres a sneaky for u 💚

As he squints at the notification glowing on his screen, a surge of frustrations washes over him. He furrows his brow, trying to recall if he recognises the sender's number. The digits seem to taunt him with their familiarity, yet they remain elusive, just beyond the grasp of his memory. All he can discern is the Los Angeles area code, a piece of information that offers very little solace in his quest for clarity.

edit: im so dumb and didnt realise the emojis were for the ask game so here is my edited response:

👄 Your OTP are having their first kiss. What song do you imagine is playing?

none tbh. i imagine its either really quiet, so quiet you can feel the tension, can hear shaky breaths, can focus on the way you can hear their hands on one another. or its a musical score, written specifically for them, soft and emotional ofc.

👶 Fankids: How do you feel about them? Would your OTP have them?

well they already got christopher, so that answers the last part. but i am also a girl dad buddie truther fr. maybe they have their own, then later on, they foster kids. but they foster the older ones, the ones that nobody else wants bc of their ages or bc of their "troubles". they would want to be a safe place for these kids who have nobody else, giving them love and a home.

🍎 What's something you learned while researching for a fic?

that usa mobile numbers have area codes?! and that its different for different cities? not just the states? that is such a wild concept to me. all mobile numbers in aus just start with 04 (or +614)

fanfic writer emoji ask game part ii

[singsweetmelodies]

watching the alpines qualify dead last... my immediate thought was "oh it's going to be sympathy kisses+ for Pierre all season long in the your lips, my lips (apocalypse) universe" 💀

oh my gosh, HI 🤭😍 well this ask made me grin far too fondly down at my phone screen... it just means SO much that people are still thinking of this fic universe even though it hasn't been updated in forever. 🥺 i am really SO touched!

and i also agree COMPLETELY! sympathy kisses all night long, for sure... perhaps even a sympathy blowjob or two... or even (since charles has once again reminded us that he's not sensitive to bottoming) a sympathy fuck 😏 but whatever the case might be, you can bet your ass that they'll definitely be in each other's beds in the 2023 kisses fic 'verse <3333 😘

[ash-unhinged444]

Bake with me?! Pt 2:

You let out a gasp as the cookie dough flung onto both you and your brother

“Give it back, It’s still plugged in!” He demanded, he took the mixer from your hand and set it down after unplugging it, as his big smooth hand brushed over yours, butterflies formed in your stomach and your big eyes got misty again.

“Hey! You can’t grab the mixer like that when it’s on and plugged in little dude, it’s heavy and you could’ve gotten hurt.” and put his hands on your waist and asked in a soft tone “are you okay? I’m sorry for raising my voice I didn’t mean to, there’s a reason why I was using the mixer, you’re not big enough to be using it yet.” his hands rubbed your waist up and down slowly as the butterflies grew stronger and a tear rolled down your cheek.

“B-but I’m strong enough! I can do it I watched you and dad make cookies before and it’s not that hard!” You whined out and looked down, your shirt covered in cookie dough. Your big brother looked you up and down and let out a soft sigh. “I know dude, but it’s a machine, it’s heavy and it could’ve made an even bigger mess than it did.. your shirt is covered in cookie dough.. come on, lets go get cleaned up.”

“Wh-but the cookies! We have to make them.. you said you’d teach me!” Your voice trembled as another tear streamed down your soft round cheeks. Your big brother gently wiped your tears away with his thumbs and he kissed your forehead lightly as he said “hey hey, don’t worry we’re going to bake them, you just have to get cleaned up first.. alright? come on, let’s go have a bath hm? You always liked the baths I ran for you.. I got your favorite shampoo when I went shopping the other day, remember? You love that apple scented one.. or was it peppermint?”

You smiled a half smile as he reassured you and your eyes looked back up into his and they lit up “peppermint! My favorite!! Come on come onnnn!” You grabbed his hand and jumped off the kitchen counter and ran to the bathroom dragging him behind you, you grabbed the bottle of the peppermint shampoo and opened it to smell it and as you were smelling it your big brother started the water for your bath.

“Alright bub, let’s get you into the warm bath hm? Get you cleaned up so you can help me with those cookies. Arms up.” He asked sweetly, you raised your arms in the air and he took your shirt off, then your sweats and boxers. You sat down in the warm water and he got your hair wet and then your body.

“Mm okay, can you pour some shampoo into my hand buddy?” He asked as you were moving your hands around in the water, you then took the shampoo and poured some into his hand and he began to lather up your hair gently, his finger tips massaging your head as the shampoo bubbles multiplied.

“Make sure to keep your eyes closed okay? We don’t want shampoo getting into those pretty eyes now would we?” He said in a hushed tone. “Okay I will, w-wow your hands feel so good, must be all those video games you play” your big brother grabbed the shower head and turned the water on and gently rinsed the shampoo out of your hair, his smooth fingers running through your hair massaging it gently to make sure all the soap is out. “Your hair is so soft and smooth now little dude, you’re going to smell so good after we’re done.” He grabbed the loofah and started to clean your body as bubbles covered your chest, torso, arms and legs, as his big hands used the loofah to clean you, you watched his hands as they moved.. they felt so soft yet firm..

Your big brother rinsed all the soap off you and then grabbed a towel and said “stand up bud, let’s get you dried off so we can finish baking those cookies huh?” he towered over you as he wrapped the towel around your body.

[cocommunitymoon]

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[serious-goose]

local angel goes feral femme 💄 for the WIP game?

Of course! Sooo I have 60s ineffable wives brainrot. I like to think that Azi would be a mod London girlie and Crowley would've been a rock chick. I used they/them for Crowley though because why the hell not.

But basically the fic idea is set in modern day, and Azi decides to wear some of her old 60s clothes as a surprise for Crowley but some customer comes in before they get there and is rude to her... and Crowley walks in while she's telling him off. I just like the idea of femme Azi being absolutely feral. And Crowley's like... I love my terrfying wife. 💕

Part of the WIP is under the cut

Although she could miracle it, Aziraphale enjoyed some of rituals associated with this body. She took time to do her makeup, thinking fondly about the last time Crowley had seen her like this. The humans had called it the Summer of Love. She remembered fondly attending festivals and concerts with her darling demon. In '67, they had even traveled to America to see what all the fuss was about.

Aziraphale spent most of the 60s in and out of different forms but was particularly fond of this round female body. She had taken to wearing red lipstick and tartan mod dresses, even shaping her blonde curls into a bouffant.

Crowley had grown their hair long and worn scandalously tight leather skirts that clung to their hips just as tightly they did the angel's memories.

The idea to change things up had been a spur of the moment decision. Crowley was already coming by the shop tonight after closing to take the angel to some new American action film. There had been talk of dinner after and perhaps even drinks in the angel's backroom.

Aziraphale had little interest in the film. However, the prospect of watching Crowley watch the film was rather enticing. Even more so, was the prospect of distracting the demon from the film.

To that end, she had a few ideas as she pulled up her stockings and tartan skirt.

Crowley was in for a treat.

[lighthouseas]

chapter 10 of the strawberries are dying, my byler 1930s au, is now up!

“Will.”

At the sound of his sister’s voice above him, Will stopped his sketching in the dirt. He hadn’t had much work to do that day; just some watering and hedge trimming. His mother was making lunch, and he tended to mess her up when he was hovering over her whilst she did so, so he had decided to stay outside. He leaned over on his palms, eyes scrunching as he glanced up at his sister—who was conveniently standing right in the way of the sun so he couldn’t avoid looking at her.

“Mhm?” he mumbled.

“Are you busy?”

“Extremely.”