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#Sweet memories
callumsgirl · 3 months
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IN MY HEAD #7
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Hold me tight
When Buck wakes up, it is late, well past midnight. At first he feels disoriented - stuffed into white, soft sheets. His head buzzes softly. For the first time since he came to England, his thoughts are at rest.
He reaches out and is surprised to find an empty, lukewarm pillow. Buck blinks and opens his eyes wearily. The side of the bed next to him is empty and he frowns. He props himself up on his elbows and squints as he makes out John's shadow in the chair by the window.
He pushes the comforter aside with a rustle and gets up. He crosses the room in a few steps and wraps his arms around John's neck from behind.
Bucky flinches and breathes in and out loudly. It seems as if Buck has torn him from his thoughts. "Hey," he whispers lovingly. Buck rubs his nose against Bucky's cheek and glides his lips over the warm skin. "Another nightmare?"
He notices how Bucky's body tenses at his question. Again, he breathes a chaste kiss on his cheek. His fingers stroke his chest and collarbone. John is breathing deeply and slowly, but his heart is beating fast under Bucky's palm.
"Tell me about your dream," Buck replies him gently. John shakes his head slightly.
"Darlin'," Buck sighs and circles the chair so that he is now standing in front of Bucky. He puts his hands on the back of the chair and leans down towards him. In the moonlight, he discovers the dried tears on John's cheeks. He strokes his thumb over the dried salt on his skin. "What can I do?" he asks quietly, agonized.
For him, there is nothing worse in the world than seeing John so full of pain.
John swallows and blinks before whispering in a hoarse voice, "Hold me tight, Buck."
Buck slides his left hand down Bucky's upper arm to his hand, where he interlaces their fingers. John slowly gets up and follows Buck back to bed.
Once Buck is on his back, he opens his arms and pulls Bucky into a warm, protective embrace. He places a hand on the back of his head and rests his cheek on his chest. John sighs as he hears the steady hum of Buck's heartbeat.
With the rhythm of Buck's heartbeat, his reassuring touch and soft voice, he slowly drifts away.
Tomorrow there still will be enough time to fight this goddamn nightmare.
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inklessletter · 11 months
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oh wow! congratulations!
I would loveee to see a fan art of steddie doing very domestic fluff things... like anything that makes your heart melt. go crazy with it.
also if you get too many asks, dont worry about it, you can just skip this one.
thanks :)
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"Oh, yeah? Just watch me..."
@bluebox-123
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First of all, thank you for trusting the process with me again tonight!
Second of all, a context of what was going through my head.
It's 1995, The Lion King just got out and for some reason, it blew Eddie's mind. The music, maybe. Can you feel the love tonight is everywhere, and there is always music in that house. So, Sir Elton John is now the most beautiful excuse for Eddie to take anything from Steve's hand and just slow dance with him. Steve is a bit suspicious that maybe Eddie just does that to avoid doing chores. Or maybe (and Steve is more fond of this other theory), he just wants to lay his hands on his husband with no reason.
It doesn't matter, really.
This, in passion red, is how they recall that year, thinking back from 2023. The most beautiful, vibrant memory.
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anotherrosesthatfell · 3 months
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BLACK BIRD, BLACK MOON, BLACK SKY, BLACK, BLACK, BLACK, EVERYTHING BLACK, BLACK HERAT, BLACK KEYS, BLACK DIAMONDS
I remember this meme with shattered Dream AND HE WAS SO EMO LIKE GIRLIE HAVE BLACK NAILS AND LIPSTICK AND TATTOOS?!?!
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maslimanny · 28 days
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A dirt path winds through a field of flowers and trees, leading to a lake.!!
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lastmafagafo · 6 months
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DW is back with the specials, and for the first time that wasn’t the Doctor who travelled back to the past, it was me. Suddenly I was younger, watching the Doctor and Donna being brilliant together. That’s the greatest gift a fan could ever receive. Welcome back!
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animebackgroundmusic · 6 months
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"Sweet Memories" by: Yuki Kajiura from: .hack//Liminality
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When you're searching for a fic and you found it on livejournal.com
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aoflameandco · 2 years
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Happy Birthday, my old friend...
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musingsofadiva · 26 days
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I think of you often. Then I smile.
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callumsgirl · 3 months
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ONE SHOT
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Just you and me...half naked in a bed in London
Colorful plays of light swirl around, turning the hotel room into a rainbow and a place of peace between heaven and earth. A place far away from all that Bucky and Buck are suffering and grieving in the last couple of weeks. A place where they both can finally relax and enjoy each others company.
It's almost midnight and London is still wide awake, the streets are full of people, who are laughing, drinking and dancing around - Gale and John in the middle of it all couple of hours ago.
The room is shrouded in shadows, except for the colorful snippets of light streaming in through the large hotel window. It's kinda magical and Gale hasn't feel so alive in a while. Every time he's looking at Bucky his heart skips a beat. He couldn't help himself, but damn it he's loving this man so deeply that it's scares him.
For the first time since landing in England, Bucky and Buck had a serious and uninterrupted conversation.
A talk that was long overdue.
But between all the missions, the life and death flying, the mourning of friends, and then this - butterfly feelings between them - there was little time to find out what was really going on between them.
The only thing Buck was sure about was that he feels great when Bucky was around him. Talking to him, hugging him, kissing him - touching him in general and just..being there for him.
It was like it always has been since basic training back in the states - they share thoughts and talk about mostly everything - but when Buck started to have this confusing, deep feelings for his best friend, for this amazing, brave man, he didn't knew what to say to John.
He started to talk less, lesser than he already did and got lost in his thoughts about loving a man, and damn it this man was Bucky, his Bucky.
Whenever they had found a moment of privacy in the barracks, Bucky had kissed him. First with tenderness and calm, later with the longing of a drowning man.
While Buck lies on his belly on the bed, half naked and staring dreamily out of the window, Bucky leans back against the headboard. Lost in thoughts, he draws patterns on Gale's bare shoulder blades. This soft touch makes him shiffer regulary - it's a slow burn, he thought.
Gale opens his mouth and sighs. He clutches the pillow with both hands and watches the play of lights outside the window. "This feels like a dream."
"Yeah." Bucky slowly agrees, then clears his throat. "Which part exactly?"
"You know exactly which part I'm talking about, goddamn Major Egan." There's a smile in his voice, but there's hardly a curve to his lips. It's as if he's trying to hide that he's happy and amused.
If Bucky could, he would stay in this hotel room forever, sharing a bed with Gale. "Maybe you should help me out, Major Cleven."
The corners of his mouth twitched as Buck turned his head toward him - that smokin' hot grin on his lips. Every time Buck looked at him like that, more butterflies exploded in his stomach and he could barely keep himself from wanting to feel Gale's lips on his own again.
Buck rolled over a little more towards him - more towards the middle of the bed - and then propped himself up on his hands so he could look deep into John's beautiful eyes. "Maybe you need more than a reminder…let's start with you kissing me."
Suddenly Bucky couldn't move fast enough. There was nothing too close, too intense, too sensitive for him anymore.
No, he pushed a hand into Buck's neck, pressed his thumb right into that one hollow between his neck and shoulder blade and pulled him against his body. Their heated breaths collided. The tingling anticipation just before they kissed almost drove John out of his head.
Then all the pressure was released when Gales lips finally met his own. Here and now, in this hotel room in London, there was no more hiding, no more holding back - no more doubt or even fear that they might be discovered.
For the very first time it was both of them allowed to feel fully free.
Gale's full, curved lips felt kissable and so soft to him. He enjoyed the way Gale leaned into him with his full body weight as he delayed the kiss between them and they both came up for air.
"You're absolutely gorgeous." His thumb finds Gale's chin and they kissed again.
Kissing Gale felt like flying and jumping out plane without a parachute at the same time. He couldn't desribe how he feels when Gale was touching and kissing him.
John kissed Gale with half-open lips at first. Slow, wet and full of devotion - they had all the time in the world here, he realizes.
He slowly increased the pressure of his lips on Buck's, knowing how crazy it was driving him. Hearing Buck gasping for air, sighing softly and moaning in awe couldn't turn him on more.
The wet touch of their lips echoed in his ears. The only other sound besides their deep breaths was the soft music on the radio. A woman sang about being deeply touched and loved by her man.
Gale leaned further into John, letting him feel his weight and warmth. As soon as their chests touched, John heard the desperate pounding of Buck's heart - and that it resembled the rhythm of his own.
Then they began to kiss each other again and again, growing fiercer and more passionate. Gale felt like he was burning everywhere Bucky touched him.
John pressed his hips against Buck's, making him moan. Gale pressed his head into the pillows and offered his bare neck to Bucky.
"Go easy on me," Gale begged.
"I'm trying," he whispered. It didn't matter that it was just a loose phrase on his lips, because damn it, he wasn't going to hold back any more.
"I'm always gentle with you, baby. I exactly know what you need and what i can let on you," John whispered, trailing kisses down Buck's neck and letting his teeth graze over his collarbone. "I'll always make you feel good and loved by me."
Buck moaned and put his hands on John's hips. His thumbs dug into hot, bare skin over his hipbone and he pulled him closer. John moans loudly and said: "I just like driving you out of your mind too much."
Gale laughed breathlessly and blinked up at Bucky under half-closed eyes. "I'm sure you do...and damn you are good at it." Then he cleared his throat, but his voice still sounded husky and wrapped around Bucky like a blanket. "It's just you and me now, John."
"I can look at you and touch you without blinking an eye over my shoulder. Let me memorize how beautiful you look laying under me, half naked and fully turned on."
Time stood still between them - for a strangely brief moment, it didn't matter that the world around them was in traps. Because all that mattered was that night in London. This weekend away from the barracks was needed. Bucky could show Buck how much he loved and adored him without pressure or doubt.
"I won't stop loving you, Buck. It's always been you", Bucky said with warmth in his eyes.
"What took you so long to notice, huh?", Gale smiles softly and kisses him again. He likes to tease him and to be honest it was too easy sometimes to making Major John Bucky Egan wild.
"I've just been an idiot, and I had to almost lose you to make me realize how much I really do love you," Bucky wispered. "You don't have to worry about me finding other lips to kiss, other men to love. I'm all yours. I hope it's all clear now that I'm madly in love with you, Gale Cleven."
"Don't count on it," Buck grins. "I might ask you one more time to tell me how crazy you are about me in the next time."
Hey Fellas!
It's a wrap! Wow i really enjoyed writing this scene and can't think about even more scenes like this.
I hope you liked this little scene my brain created this afternoon ❤️Do you wanna read more dirty details about Bucky and Bucks weekend in London?
Maybe I will write a second part. Are you in?
xoxo callumsgirl
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19silvermirrors · 2 months
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I need to say something. Seeing your old SasuKarin artworks makes me very teary. How amazing and beautiful artists we had back then. Now no one is left anymore. That little fandom we had once, completely died down. You works had something intimate in them and they looked so astonishing beautiful. So sad how the series ended. Karin wanted to see him happy but Sasuke in canon is not happy at all. The whole ending is shit.
Awww but I feel you, Nonnie dear🤗😭 The one consistent thing I remember about the tumblr sector of the SK fandom is that whenever you entered the SK tag there was ship hate in great abundance, specifically tagged that way to litter the feed, and one had to scroll through that mayhem like a true ninja to find precious crumbs of the actual ship content. And how glorious that content was, ah! I feel you, dear heart, I really do💙❤️ Thank you so much for revisiting my arts of yore. Means a lot to me, to hear that they're remembered and seen, especially after all these years🥰 I'm glad I've eventually gotten to contribute to the soul-healing beauty of these two together on my turbulent shipper's journey through the infinite temptations of the naruto fandom. And to think these arts are like from a whole decade ago? Seems wildly impossibiru. It's been that long since that dismal ending? Goodness gracious. Nevertheless I'm grateful for the experience, and your message has truly brightened up my day🌞
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kkdas · 3 months
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These are old photos reproduced from slides that are about 44 years old. They were taken of the old cabin my son was born in. We were the last people to live in this historical cabin, built in the twenties. The roof beams were sawn at the original Mammoth Mill, back when Mammoth Lakes was a mining town, long before Mammoth was a ski town or Dave McCoy was a snow surveyor. We were blessed to live there and spend a magical year that I will never forget. No telephone or TV to distract us. Our nearest neighbor was the Sheriff's substation a few miles away. In those Sierran nights, we would entertain ourselves with music, reading and backgammon. My wife and I would read books aloud to one another. In my mind's eye, I can still hear the coyotes yipping at our front door and the deer wandering through our yard. I'm a lucky man.
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caelmewedd · 4 months
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Aramil and Rosalyn's wedding!!!
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lilysplacce · 1 year
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SWEET MEMORIES TOP 02 by Black Lily
D O W N L O A D
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gattsjigari · 4 months
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Thinking about this book I read where it started as a shitty erotic book where a virginal shut in gooned and cammed all day and it was revealed in the last quarter of the book that she didn't let herself put of the apartment because she was a serial killer. And then her perfect grocery deliverer stole her vcard.
Imagine telling ur family ur a writer and you're like yeah..i did that ☺️
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morganphotographies · 4 months
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Miss this little paradise 💙
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