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WIP: "The Moments We Live For"
[This is a snippet from a WIP inspired by "(Kissed You) Good Night" by Gloriana. For Carlton Lassiter x Juliet O'hara from Psych. I started this thing over a decade ago, and did not get very far - especially once the show went very hard on Juliet x Shawn. Still like it though.]
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Juliet's back slammed hard into the wall beside her staircase. Always opportunistic, the young woman's hands immediately sought purchase in Lassiter's short hair. She tugged the much-taller man insistently downward, their lips and tongues continuing their passionate, heated kiss. However, the sudden vibration of their actions rippled through the surface and disrupted the bookcase that shared the wall; a slim book about proper feline care popped free and fell, dragging another volume with it. They fell to the hardwood in a tumble of pages, smacking against each other in the process. 
The burst of sound drew Lassiter's attention momentarily, and he glanced back at Juliet with a scrunched look of concern. 
"I didn't hurt your back just there, did-" 
"No, of course not, now kiss me, dammit," the young woman demanded, her voice practically a growl. 
Desire flashed in the clear blue of her partner's eyes, and he made good on her demand. 
Lassiter swept her into another searing kiss, both exploring her mouth and lightly battling with Juliet's insistent tongue. Static thrummed gently under her skin, the shockwaves of it all settling in her center with distant throbs. The scent of him was something delightfully masculine and heady with arousal; Old Spice, most likely (Lassiter did love the classics) combined with something all his own. 
All the while she was pinned to the wall, gasping and whimpering. Lassiter drank them all down, Juliet's soft noises of want spurring him on to continue. 
He tilted her chin to him, nibbling her lip, tugging gently before swiping away the pinpricks of sensation with his tongue. 
Fuck, did Carlton know how to kiss. 
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fairydrowning · 9 months
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– Via "twinnedpeaks" on Tumblr
[TEXT ID: / july didn't even say goodbye. the years don't kiss you goodnight anymore. they just leave behind this empty space, a phantom pain. and still i ache, i ache, i ache! / END ID]
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annapassione · 2 months
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Tonight... I dance for you...
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candlefox99 · 3 months
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I'm, like, six years late
circus man
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morganbritton132 · 1 month
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Eddie, on the same live-stream Q&A as Robin’s question: Hey, Stevie. What’s the worst thing Robin has ever done.
Steve, no hesitation, now annoyed: Used my hairspray
Robin: Oh my god, get over it!
Steve: It was discontinued, Robin, and you used it!!
Robin: I had a date!
Steve: You didn’t even get a kiss!
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crow-n-tell · 11 months
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Part 3 • Masterpost
Just for clarification, sun is actually using sign language. He tried to communicate “I will help you” but clearly our darling reader does not know what is going on :)
No poll this time, the next update will be sun communicating with reader in a way they actually understand heheh
(Also sorry for dying a while I may or may not have reworked these pages several times and probably also practiced drawing skys 1 billion times??? Who’s to say!)
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d0d0-b0i · 1 year
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bees n stuff
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darkbluepassion01 · 8 months
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Love and Shadow
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procrastiel · 30 days
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David gets the trophy, Michael gets the kiss
I think we all won.
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yardsards · 10 months
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ranking the main taz trios from least to most likely to have all kissed each other on the mouth at some point:
5: coriolis crew. absolutely not. there is about a 0% chance even a single pair of them kissed. i don't think even friendly cheek kisses have occurred. amber is allergic to affection, devo will not shut up for even 5 seconds, and i don't think zoox even has lips. not even to mention the weird distant coworkers but also contentious found family vibe they got goin on. no kissies were had.
4: pine guard trio. it's been a long time since i listened to amnesty but i just do not see it happening iirc. maybe ned and duck at some point like once? definitely not aubrey with either of them. and not thacker (if you include him) either.
3: tres horny boys. counting the stolen century, i think there's an okay chance taako and magnus have kissed at least once. the chance of either of them kissing merle is pretty low but not fully nonexistent
2: thundermen llc. it's happened before and no one knows if it was romantic or friendly/messing around, least of all the three of them, and they're okay with that
1: poppy's boys. these old men have explored each other's bodies on more than one occasion and it was awkward and weird every time but that's not stopping them
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bizarrelittlemew · 1 year
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pov: the parent-teacher conference went well and your dads are proud
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annapassione · 3 months
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Mmmhhhhh....
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willowser · 8 months
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bakugou hesitates beneath the dim light of the station lamp.
you notice it at the last moment, half-turned from him already. red riot is waiting at the end of the sidewalk, far back behind him, a fuzzy, red little blip in the distance; before, he at least tried to act like he was interested in something on his phone, though now that he is safely out of reach of his partner's searing glare, his attention is all yours.
it feels like permission, for something. whatever it is has your heart growing in your chest, beating almost painfully.
in one quick flash of movement, bakugou pushes a rough hand up his face, dragging his mask along with his fingers until it's free. there, it dangles a bit limply as he stares down at it, picking at a loose string. he's fussed his hair up a little, but you don't think he knows and it's too cute to call attention to.
by now, he should be half-way back to kirishima, back to patrol. back to the city.
"think y'can manage not to die if i catch up with shitty hair?"
you had hummed coyly, silly and light beneath his severe stare. the darkness of his mask bleeds into his eyes, making them seem deeper, sharper; it's hard not to squirm at the other end of it.
"we'll see, i guess," you grinned. "listen for me to scream real loud, okay?"
bakugou had huffed, material of his gloves scratching against itself as his fists balled. "don't say shit like that."
now he's pulling them off, his gloves. staring down at his own hands, skin a bit pale in the winter evening. you watch him flex his fingers, warming the life back into them, before he's glancing up at you from beneath his long lashes.
"got this," he murmurs, without explanation, "shit on my face."
and — he does; eyes still shadows, outlined in his tacky, grease paint. a ghost of his breath floats by every time he huffs, but there's a sheen to the paint, high on the points of his cheeks, where it's smeared, like he's sweating in this kind of weather.
again, you see the ant in distance move, and you think he may be closer.
finally, you ask, "what are you doing?" because — he should be gone by now.
the rare moments you earn with him are often stolen away by dynamight; this should be no different. instead, he is here, having quietly accompanied you to the train too late at night, borrowing time neither of you can afford to pay back.
not that you would. not when he's shuffling in his heavy boots, gloves crumpled in one tight, icy fist. bakugou raises to his full height — a sudden reminder, of his greatness; his slouch is terrible — and you feel the night closing in on you both. shrouding you in something unfamiliar.
he doesn't say anything, just fixes you with a determined stare that makes you feel seen; maybe too seen. before your heart can land another beat, he's there, too close in front of you, melting what ice has gathered over your own fingers.
you gasp quietly, visible in the winter. there's something a bit frightening about him like this, dressed in his warring gear, painted like a warrior, but heat floods your face and builds on the back of your neck, excited by the hazard of him.
he's so beautiful, unappreciated. you look into the soft plain of his face and melt a little further, lean in as if to press your cheek to his.
bakugou lets out another huff; a mirror of your own breath. he murmurs, "fuck it," before closing the space between you, finally.
his lips are a little dry, but so are yours, by the chill, and the first kiss is quick and firm and chaste. he doesn't move away from you when it's over, though, just crowds you with a furrowed brow, nudging it gently against yours in an affectionate little headbutt.
it makes you laugh and that pulls him in again, rough fingers sliding along the curve of your jaw, keeping you together as his lips part with your own, deep and slow, savored. you've day-dreamed this moment with him one-thousand times since entering into his weird, intimate little space, but he's easier to fall into than you could have ever imagined.
bakugou breathes against you, open and panting, and you know he needs to go — but he doesn't fight when you rest a hand on his chest; his fingers tangle in your hair and his lips become kiss-bitten, red and wet as he parts to you for the last time tonight, tongue brushing your own before he's pulling away with a rushed, "fuck,"
you blink up at him, smile growing as red riot hoots and hollers down the street. bakugou's face is as red as his partner's costume, not dimmed in the slightest as he breathes in the night air, turns his face up to the chill.
"i—" he hesitates again before taking a step away, yanking his mask back on. "call me when—y'get home."
you laugh, and the sound stops him for another split second, though his eyes are bright and alive as he gazes at you, this time. "okay," you agree, cheeks aching from your smile. "okay, i will, i promise."
it releases him; he doesn't waste another moment before turning on his heel, tugging his gloves on as he saunters back down the sidewalk — to a jumping kirishima. bakugou shoves him once, voice low and angry and unmistakable, even from the distance.
you both savor the moment one last time, with one more look, before it slips away.
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azuneekun · 1 year
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Could we see more of your farmer interacting with Shane? Hugging, kissing, general touching 🙈 They're just so cute tgt i love them 🥹
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theyre just kissing 😳😏
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bleuu-moon · 4 months
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just thought about ghost and price fighting over who gets to kiss you first on new years. like they’re both grabbing at your face and in the end you just have to keep switching between the both of them shiahsjaha
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headcanon that the gold line on taranza's mouth is actually his lipstick
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