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[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?

[dcptcnx]

Mirror, Mirror

pairing: Johnny “Soap” MacTavish x Fem!Reader

warnings: SMUT, MIRROR SEX! I SWEAR IT. 🔞🔞 MINORS DNI OR I'LL BITE YA

wc: 1.9k

a/n: i have not written smut in like 2 years, i am so very fucking sorry for this garbage ;(

You knew it was coming. The way you both were teasing each other, the stares, the ghosting of touch. You kept igniting a flame within him, only to snuff it out. But not this time.

Soap was bigger than you, his muscles making his shirts seem so impossibly tight, his pants hugging just low enough that you can’t help but lick your lips as your gaze darts down his body. His hands, albeit calloused, toned that you just practically want them on you and in you. And he knew.

Following you to your shared room, the moment the door opened, he was adamant on making you quiver. Closing the door with a noted ‘click’, his hands immediately rush to grab your arms, holding you gently, but firmly as to not let you fall back onto the bed he now has your legs up against.

“Ya been a wee Naughty, Dove.” His voice low, hint of a growl at the end as his steel eyes look down onto your own. “Jus’ wanna play.”

“John…” Your voice sighed out in eagerness. You didn’t want to openly admit it, but you’ve wanted him all day. He hasn’t even done anything and his touch is stimulating you so powerfully. “I was just teasing.”

“Yeah?” He gently turned your body around, both facing a mirror that sat across the room. He dipped his head and lightly nipped down your neck, lowly chuckling when he hears your soft whimpers reverberate through the room and into his ears. “Yer a fuckin’ sight. An absolute beaut.” 

His hands move from your arms, slowly inching up your body, grabbing the hem of your shirt and lifting it up as his hands continue to caress your body. His mouth stayed attacking your sensitive skin along your neck and shoulder, his hands reading your skin like a blind man to a map. You were like an undiscovered island and he was going to walk every inch until he knew every single detail about who you were. And your body never reacted negatively, and boy did that turn Soap on more and more. Your sounds increase in volume, the roughness of his skin against the contrast of your silky smooth body. 

His left hand inched up your chest, taking time to trace ghosted circles around your nipples. The jolt of pleasure made your body slightly jump, earning a click of Soap’s tongue directly in your ear. His hold on you tightens just slightly, his finger still lightly tracing over the sensitive bud.

“Bonnie, ya gotta settle. Not gonna hurt ya.” His voice was low, coarse. The warmth of his breath fanning on the shell of your ear. Swallowing, you let out a shaky sigh, desperate to hold your composure against your boyfriend. His touch was making you lose your mind, almost drowning in pleasure. He continued to ghost over your ever-growing nipples, taking moments to softly bite on your ear, taking his time with you. 

“Johnny…~” You let out a whine, slightly tilting your head up to try and meet his gaze. He smirked, basking in the eagerness of your body. His left hand reached up to brush your hair out of your face, placing a gentle kiss against your throat, before lightly nibbling. He felt your throat vibrate as a low moan peaked out of you. Pulling away, his hand grabbed your jaw, and pulled you to look directly at him through the mirror. 

“Look Bonnie. Yer so pretty f’ me.” His eyes, dark with lust, sent your heart straight to your heat. Your eyes followed where his right hand went, grabbing the soft skin above the waistline of your pants. Without removing his gaze, he slowly lowered the colorful pants just enough to where he had better access to his main course. “Steamin’ Fuckin’ Jesus.” He growled, exhaling in an attempt to hold himself back. 

He tapped his fingers against your waist, gently rubbing your skin, causing your breathing to increase. The feeling of his rough hands against you was enough to stimulate you. Face heating up, ready to explode. You started softly chanting whirls of curses, heart hammering against your chest as his fingers dipped lower and lower. The muscles of his hand flexed the moment he landed on the bundle of nerves. A sharp gasp came from your lips, his fingers making themselves known to your body. 

“Fuck…” You sighed out, eyes screwed shut at the intensity of the way he swiped on you so perfectly. 

“Open yer eyes. Want ya to watch.” He spoke, demanded even. His hold on your jaw never lifted, never tightened. He was determined to have you watch as he turned you to mesh, as you come undone by just his digits. 

The sight, to him, was unbearable. The confines of his pants are too much to take, no better when your ass kept grinding up against him as your body reacted to his every touch. He couldn’t continue, not like this. Releasing both his hands, he quickly removed his shirt, and yanked your pants completely off. He took a step back, admiring the beauty that was you. Biting his lip, he smacked your ass with an audible “Mmm” as he began to unbuckle his belt. Removing the belt, he put himself back against your body, hands grabbing your waist to hold you down flesh against him.

“Gonna ruin ya, Dove. Gently, of course.” He let out a lustful laugh, as he picked you up and placed you on the bed still facing the mirror. And You never lose his gaze. You watch as his hands work on his pants, the tent begging to be freed. Watch as his hand muscles flex when undoing the button, the way they convulse as he unzips, the way his happy trail peeks out. 

Your eyes stare daggers onto the V of his pelvis, as he agonizingly lowers his pants, groaning at the air hitting his unbearingly sensitive cock. Gaze following the slight bounce it has, the way it curves just barely upwards, the girth making your heat quiver at the thought of being ravished by him. The pretty pink of the tip blended perfectly to his skin tone, your mind just wanting to admire the appendage. His calloused hands found the skin of your back, gently pushing you forward so that your face laid upon the pillow you carefully grabbed. He applied another smack against the skin of your ass, softly rubbing the spot to ease the sting it created. His hands began to go lower, back to their familiar discovery, to prep you more. 

He knows what he’s packing, and he knows that you’d hurt. And he doesn’t want to hurt his pretty little hen. 

He poked and prod at your folds, smirking at how jumpy your body was to his touch. Soft whimpers escaped your throat as he started to slowly insert a finger, hissing at how tight you were. 

“Relax, Peach. Relaaax~” He drew out the word, as his voice lowered. His finger continued to inch in and out, trying to get you less tense, only for an idea to spring into his mind. Keeping his finger inside, he inched his face closer, gently exhaling against your heat, chuckling when he catches the glimpse of your eyes widening.

His mouth was wet, warm, and hungry. And boy was he about to FEAST.

He licked a quick swipe on your body, other hand reaching up to hold your hips still. The sounds you mewled out were like heaven to him, he craved more. The stubble of his facial hair rubbed on your clit in such a way that it had you biting the pillow, scared you were gonna get too loud. The strength of his muscle was making you see stars, the combination with his finger creating a black hole within your belly. 

“J-John- I-” You kept whimpering, soft monas here and there as his teeth would oh so very gently nibble on you. The pumps of his fingers, and the wetness of his mouth was making your mind fuzzy, muscles tightening up, ready to explode. His chin was wet. Absolutely coated. Satisfied, he gave one last lick before pulling away, quick to align himself to your entrance. 

“Breathe, Peach. I’ll reward ya f’ bein’ so good, yeah?” He inserted his tip, lowly cursing at how your walls were like a suction cup. He took his time on giving you his whole self, letting you adjust at every inch until sheathed to the hilt. Once fully inside, sharp breaths inhaling and exhaling, he leaned down, bare chest against your back. Lips kiss up your spine, before reaching the base of your shoulder blades. 

His hands softly rub all over your stomach, occasionally dipping to your stomach, speaking praises against your skin as he feels you relax on him, making it easier for him to move. 

“Yer fuckin’ gorgeous, Bonnie.” He lifts you up enough so your back is still pressed against his chest, only this time, your eyes fixated on the same very mirror he undressed you at. “Look at ya.”

He began to gently thrust his hips upward, drawing out every single one to feel every square inch of your body. He uses the same hand he previously held your face in, to lightly hold your jaw, keeping your gaze on his eyes through the mirror, watching as he fucked you so passionately. Watch as his hips fit your body perfectly, each thrust impacts your body, the bulge so very faint on your belly. His pace continues to increase, loving the way your moans were in sync with the wet sounds you created on his dick. 

His unoccupied hand went back to your clit, wreaking havoc on your body, wanting you to squeeze him so tight, almost like a stress toy. And that’s what he was. Your stress toy.

Deep moans formed in your throat, legs quivering at the overbearing sensation that was applied to your body. Fists formed on your hands, as the sheets of the bed bunched up into them. Desperate, you reached for his hand that toyed with you, trying to push away, moans increasing in volume the more he poked and prodded. 

“No no. Yer almost there, Dove. Jus’ like that.” He began to grunt out, sounds of his love echoing throughout the room. He could feel you were nearing your release, and as nice as he was, he let go of your jaw, and pushed you forward so you some-what comfortably laid onto the bed, as he grabbed your hips to hold you steady as he fully sheathed himself, stopping all motion.

“Johnny!” You shut your eyes, whimpering at the sudden stop of motion, quickly trying to grind back against him for any kind of friction, BEGGING for release.

He let out a soft chuckle, gently apologizing for his actions, before pulling himself out just enough to where his tip stayed inserted. And with one fluid motion, he yanked your hips harshly against his, the feeling immediately ripping the build up from you. Eyes shut, your body shook, breaths heavy as he continued to ride it out. But the way your walls kept clenching him, and sucking him in, it was unbearable for him.

“Fuuuck Bonnie, Gonna kill me.” His voice increased in pitch, his groans evident that he, too, was edging near, so desperate to not finish inside, but alas, he couldn’t stop. His body tensed so hard, he had to still himself, twitching so slightly, his own end filling you up.

After realizing his actions, he was quick to caress your body, still sheathed within. Lips peppered loving pecks all over your lower back, his dogtags cold against your skin. 

“Yer the devil, y’know. Fuck, I need you.” 

[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.

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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.

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[twinsandselfships]

selfshiptober day 7 | rain / infection

ship: 🐚 best ocean friends (Rick Shades & Amica Nemona)

summary: Rick and Amica experience their first rain on the surface.

warnings: mild spoilers for "Epithet Erased: Prison of Plastic"

author's notes: We're late, but who cares!

Despite the fact that Sweet Jazz City was located in Taiga Country, which was known to have cold winters, the summers here were pretty hot too. At least, for an ex-ocean dweller like Amica. But now it was autumn, and the summer heat simmered down, only spiking up on some days before it goes away completely until next year. Amica picked one of the cooler days do go to the beach to collect new supplies for her magic: salt water, seaweed and sea glass (believe it or not, it was an ingredient for some of the spells in her book).

It was cloudy, so the sand didn't scorch her feet like she hated. She took off her shoes and left them on a logical distance, so that no wave could wash them away by accident. She walked down the shoreline and, after a minute, found a piece of beautiful purple sea glass. As she was about to bend down to it, she heard a voice calling out to her.

"AMICA!!!" the voice screamed in panic.

When the girl turned towards the voice, she saw a very tiny Rick Shades in the distance, running towards her surprisingly fast with an expression of shock. Huh. So he was in panic after all. He quickly went from tiny to normal-sized as he got close and panted. Rick spoke before she could ask him what was wrong.

"What are you doing near the ocean?! You're not leaving, are you?!" He was loud, afraid, but Amica was able to catch a tinge of sadness in his voice as well.

"What? Never!" She took one of his hands, then puffed up her cheeks. "I'll only come back down there to take down the ruler. No, right now I'm just collecting some ingredients. Like this!" Amica showed him the sea glass she was holding in her other hand.

After hearing his friend's explanation, Rick got much less tense and gave an admiring "Ooo!" at the sight of the purple object. "Can I help?" He smiled excitedly, and Amica imagined that Rick would've wagged his tail if he had one. She giggled.

"Sure. I'd like to hang out with you more." After all, she still had to get to know this "Rick Shades" guy, who was both new and familiar to her.

They walked along the shore, collecting different things most surface people would consider garbage. Well, Amica walked, and Rick was running around like a crazy bloodhound, sniffing out any pieces of sea glass, as well as just pretty rocks and seashells. She didn't need these for spells, but she took them anyway simply because she liked them. They were Rick's gifts in a way.

They didn't notice the sea getting darker, the sky getting greyer. But then the wind blew stronger than before, the waves crashed louder onto the sandy shore. Wind wasn't something they got under the ocean. Without exchanging a word, both of them looked at the sea, which was getting stormier by the minute. In a way, it was a beautiful display. Something they've never seen before.

"Is this what storms look like from the surface?" Amica asked, as if Rick could give her an answer. But he couldn't.

So they stood there, quietly. And then something weird happened: both of them felt water fall on them. The two simultaneously looked to the sky. Tiny droplets of water were falling on them and on the sand around them. At first they thought that it was the wind bringing these droplets from the sea, but before they could think about it any further, the few droplets turned into many, and it poured.

"I... don't know." She hesitated, then stepped out from under Rick's covering arm. Rick flinched when she did that, but she let the water droplets run across her face. And she was unharmed. It was like... a shower, but from the sky. Something clicked. "I think that's what our ancestors meant by 'rain'. I've read about it in my book."

"W-what is this?" Rick questioned, trying to cover himself and his friend from the unknown phenomenon with his arms. He didn't know what it was, so he assumed it might be dangerous. It pained Amica to think why he reacted like this. Then again, she was as confused as he is.

"Rain..." Rick pronounced this word slowly, as if trying to taste it. Seeing Amica being so brave, he slowly lowered his arms and faced the rain. It felt... surprisingly nice. Something from home, but much more distant. Much safer.

A loud crackle and a booming noise caught up to Rick and Amica from the sea. Some people compared Rick's powers to a thunder, and now he heard it live, from the surface, and not through a thick layer of water. It really does sound like that, he thought. It sounded like his power. It felt like power. It was familiar to Rick. But to Amica, the sound coming from the endless horizon felt ominous. Like a threat... or a warning. Like the ocean swore to swallow the two runaways back into its abyss. She took Rick's hand.

"Let's go hide under a roof," she asked.

He flinched again, surprised by the gesture. But her hand felt warm in his. He rubbed it slightly with his thumb.

"Is something wrong?" He could sense Amica's tension. Call it a friend's intuition. Rick didn't know if this came from his Epithet or not.

Amica smiled, warmed by how considerate and caring he was despite this wild and confusing façade.

"We're gonna be as wet as when we came here if we don't." She laughed. "Wait, we need to get my shoes first."

[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 😘

[vaaaaaiolet]

hai sillyyy :3 up late tn wiff da puppers thinkin about you !! miss your stories sm !!! givin you a BIG gn kissy n some tea <333

giggling and twirling my hair HI ROXY!!! hugging you and the pups so very tight, i hope you're having a lovely night :)))

i just finished my homework for the week and i can finally go back to writing YAY!!! i miss having you read my work more than you know :((

sneak peek below just bc i love you (this work is getting really long and you know i barely get above 1k words LMAO but i want this fic to be worth your very patient wait!!)

[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.”