#fic: when we first

[stoopidstapler]

SO IVE BEEN GOIN INSANE SINCE THIS TRAILER DROPPED. JUST. SIMON. SIMON. SIMON.

#simon petrikov #fionna and cake #adventure time #goin insane over him #thers no words to describe how im feelin #i wish i could draw somehtin better but i am goin INSANE #FINALLY. AFTER ALL THESE YEARS. we are being FED. #ALSO?? HOW THEY SHOWED HIM EXACTLY WHEN THE LYRICS GO ''WHATS WRONG WITH ME'. LIKE HELLO??????? #ive seen so many good theories PLEASE GOD WRITE FICS I AM BEGGIN I LL DRAW U FANART BLS HEL P #IDK WOT IM GONNA DO FOR A WHOLE MONTH #SOMEONE KNOCK ME OUT TIL THE 31ST. HIBERNATE ME. HELP. #also i need to put it out there the first thing i thought when i saw this trailer was simon is tryina rewrite fionna and cake #which is why their world keeps changin so much? idk idk #ive seen so many different ideas and they are all so good please help #ALSO GOD. THIS MAN IS JUST GOIN THRU IT. AND ITS ONLY BEEN A QUICK TRAILER. #im sorry for so many tags idk where to put these help #maybe i should make an actual blog for like. whatever. n reblogs. help.

[killjoy-prince]

House M.D. but it's when Wilson says House's name

#house md #james wilson #prince's talk tag #finally!!! it's done! this and the house version took almost two weeks to do #first off thank you to the clinic-duty team on livejournal for making the transcripts for these episodes #because this video would be near impossible to make without their clear transcripts. I hope y'all are doing well #ive been reading a lot of fics with these two and i see how the authors have the characters refer to each other in their fics #and that got me wondering how much do they say each other's name in the show and how do they refer to each other #since this is the wilson video ill put his stats here #s1 was 11 times s2 was 18 s3 was 45 s4 was 32 s5 was 41 s6 was 60 s7 was 47 and s8 was 48 #in total he says his name 302 times. Mostly refers to him just by House #the only time I've heard him say his first name its when he's being professional or when he's really angry (and that one time he proposed) #and even then it's always the full name not just the first name #the only instance I've seen him use just his first name was on that note he put on House's xmas gift that we see in season 5 #and as much as I wanted to put that moment in here he never actually says the contents of the note out loud so i had to leave it out #but what surprised me was he says House's name more than House says his name #especially when the earlier seasons didn't have him say his name as much

[enden-agolor]

ok so like

what if i told you my bf and i made another admin au about jesse being an admin and being cast out of society and he becomes this sad, lonely, brutish, and mute forest deity and also what if i told you lukas shows up in the forest one day and they meet each other and lukas basically changes jesse’s life

what i’m saying is they catch feelings for each other

better explanation:

im just gonna use my discord screenshots from me explaining to others the beginning

#dude tumblr exploded when i first tried posting this?? #if you saw that im just as confused as you are #anyways this au fucking rocks and we have tons of lore already #PLEASE ME @ MYSELF MAKE A FIC #jesse is 100% my taste in this #so many of my favorite tropes in one #my art #jesskas #mcsm #mcsm jesse #mcsm lukas #minecraft story mode #mcsm au

[flowercrowngods]

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 (these make one big story, you won't understand this part without the others)

day 07: free space a happy ending

Wakefulness embraces him so slowly and gently that Steve’s not entirely sure he isn’t dreaming when he sees Eddie lying next to him, watching him with an easy smile as his fingers tap out a slow beat on his pillow. Steve looks at him, blinking away the remnants of sleep, not quite daring to do anything more than that for fear of it being a dream after all, scared that Eddie would disappear if Steve reached out to touch. 

But then Eddie’s smile widens. “Good morning, sunshine.” 

Steve gasps a little and moves his hand to Eddie’s cheek, tucking a few strands of hair behind his ear, his breath hitching when Eddie leans into the touch. 

“You’re here,” he whispers, his gaze wandering over Eddie’s features, taking it all in and looking for any indication that this is a dream. 

Eddie hums. “And you’re pretty.” 

It hits him out of nowhere, the open sincerity in Eddie’s voice, the fondness in his eyes, the honesty in everything about him. The love, open and free now — or getting there, at least. It’s still so raw, though, so new, that Steve doesn’t know how to handle it yet. 

“Shut up,” he huffs once he’s caught his breath, rolling over to hide his face and the way his cheeks are heating up. He rolls right into Eddie's chest, though, and he's so warm, so close, smells so good that Steve wants nothing more than to bury his face in his neck and stay there for the rest of the morning. Or maybe the rest of his life.

The reflex to pull away is there. The urge to run and hide, to laugh it off, to freeze up and find something else to do, something to occupy his hands and stop them from reaching for Eddie. Years and years of muscle memory telling Steve to leave. 

But Eddie's arms come around him, holding him close and pulling him even closer. And Steve breathes him in, remembering that it can be okay. Remembering that they get a chance now. 

Remembering the words. 

What are you doing? 

Changing the world. 

So he tries that, too. Changing the world. He tries by winding his arms around Eddie, too, and breathing in again and again, learning that Eddie won't disappear if he does. 

Slowly, he dares to move his arms, stroking along Eddie's back in slow, gentle patterns, lulling himself into a safety he hasn't felt in a while. Maybe ever. At some point Eddie begins to hum, and Steve thinks that it's just another one of his audible smiles, inviting Steve and the rest of the world to join in if they're so inclined. But then he detects a familiar melody in the vibrations of Eddie's neck against his skin, and he holds his breath to find out what it is. 

His heart jumps when he recognises the song as one he used to listen to on repeat like a lovesick fool around the time his feelings for Eddie turned into something more, something better, something infinitely worse. 

It skips and he forgets how to breathe as he lets his hands travel over Eddie's back, slowly and tentatively daring to slip underneath his shirt and touch his skin. 

Eddie begins to sing, then, and Steve wonders if he's even been in love with him before, because nothing of what he's ever felt compares to Eddie's gentle, hoarse, sleep-rough voice as he sings Somebody to Steve, to their little bubble, or to the world outside. 

"I want somebody to share, share the rest of my lifeShare my innermost thoughts, know my intimate details."

He closes his eyes as he listens, focusing on the vibrations, on the warmth, on the closeness, on how this moment is everything he's never even dared to want. Everything so perfect that he couldn't even dream it up. 

Everything. You're everything. 

He needs to be closer still, so be buries his nose in Eddie's neck and breathes him in, tangling their legs, filled with a breathless kind of joyful bliss when Eddie's breath hitches, too, and he stumbles over the words of the second verse as Steve tries to climb into his skin. 

"I want somebody who cares for me passionatelyWith every thought and with every breath."

You have me, Steve thinks, pressing his lips to Eddie's pulse point. It's not a kiss, not quite. It's something deeper. It's a promise. 

Eddie's hands come up to hold him there even as his voice carries through the drumbeat of Steve's heart in his throat, running fingers through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp, making him purr along to the melody. 

"But when I'm asleep I want somebodyWho will put their arms around me and kiss me tenderlyThough things like this make me sickIn a case like this, I'll get away with it."

When the song ends, Eddie's words faded out, replaced once again by the gentlest silence, Steve feels raw. Vulnerable. Open and exposed. But he also feels safe, and loved, buried in Eddie's skin and held there, as though Eddie is just as scared of fading away as Steve is. 

He lifts his head just slightly, enough to meet Eddie's eyes – only to find that they're closed, an expression so serene like Steve has never seen before. Mesmerised and overflowing with affection, he reaches out to trace the line of his brows, down to his cheeks and all the way to his lips, where his eyes are glued for a second. 

The thought of kissing Eddie is right there. The opportunity is, too. But he doesn't. He barely dares to move as it is. But he does roll them over the rest of the way until he lies comfortably on top of Eddie, and tucks his head underneath his chin, finding one of his hands and lacing their fingers. 

"You've got him," he breathes eventually. "That somebody. If you—“ 

"Yes," Eddie says, his other hand finding its way to the nape of Steve's neck to play with his hair again. "I want."

"Good." It's lame; far from what he wants to say. From what he has already said last night. It feels like they're doing this backwards, starting with the I love you and catching up with the slow build-up afterwards. "Good. Me, too." 

"Good," Eddie hums, and there's that smile again that Steve can't help but mirror. 

They fall asleep again like that even though it’s already late in the morning; cuddling and holding and cradling each other, still trembling slightly. Maybe that's what changing the world will do to you. Maybe that's the bravery more than the love. 

Or maybe it's just Steve and Eddie. Steve and Eddie. SteveandEddie. 

I love you. 

~*~

It takes a bit for Steve to relearn loving Eddie. To not associate it with tragedy and sadness and a bone-deep loneliness that'll leave him breathless even on the best of days. 

It takes a while for Steve to learn a whole new kind of breathlessness, a whole new kind of aching when it comes to Eddie. 

And Eddie's not much better than Steve, pulling away when Steve wants him closer, swallowing his words and needing a second, third, fourth try until he learns that he gets to love Steve now. 

Years of unrequited love, or feelings unreturned, of words put out into the universe with no one to receive them, are not easily or quickly unwritten. But every time Steve's breath gets lodged in his throat and he wants to run away, Eddie is right there to remind him of what they can have now. Every time Steve tries to be a little less of who he really is, Eddie is right there to coax him out of his head with gentle touch and a lot of hugs. 

Every time Eddie starts to doubt himself and all the ways he makes Steve the happiest person on the planet, Steve is right there with the words he only has for Eddie. Words that don't get stuck anymore. Words that finally get a recipient. 

~*~

Their first kiss, the first real kiss, doesn't happen that first morning. They spend the first week only holding each other, barely wanting to let go, hiding their vulnerabilities within each other. 

Steve is worried about it at first, seeing Eddie so quiet, so reverent, lacking his usual cheer, his energy and snarky comments. He asks about it one night, ready to prove right that he isn't and can never be enough for him, that all he will do is steal the things that make him Eddie. 

Eddie stops then, lifting Steve's chin with a finger when he's too scared, too ashamed, too vulnerable to meet his eyes on his own accord. 

"Stevie," Eddie says, his voice so gentle that Steve immediately feels stupid for doubting. "I have loved you for ten years. I've had you for three days. Let me bask in it. Let me be unable to be myself with how absolutely and utterly overcome I am with the knowledge that I have you now. That I get to hold you. That I get to kiss you and keep you and... God. I'm not unhappy. I'm so much the opposite of that that I'm not sure there's a word for it. Other than devoted. Smitten. Bewitched, body and soul."

Steve wants to kiss him then. Almost does, with the way they're just staring at each other, breathing the same air —air that smells like Eddie now. In the end, Eddie just holds him, brushing a kiss to his cheek, his forehead, his temple, and whispers, "Let me bask in it." 

And so they do. 

Wayne called Eddie not long after with the words, "Chrissy just told me the wedding's off. Please tell me that means what I think it means." 

Eddie just blushed, reaching for Steve, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. "Yeah, I, uh. I finally talked to Steve."

There was a very loud cheer on the other end that made Steve laugh, falling into Eddie's side, holding him tight, a weight falling off his shoulders knowing that Wayne was okay with them. 

You know, I always figured it would be you. 

No matter what happens, you'll always be a son to me.

It made his eyes sting again, but he basked in the moment and in the knowledge that Wayne was on their side. Always has been, always will be. 

"You better come here on Sunday, and bring Robin and Chrissy, too." 

"Robs and Chrissy?" Eddie asked. 

"Oh, you're in for a treat. I'll see your asses on Sunday, boys." 

And with that, he hung up. Steve immediately went to call Robin, hopeful and giddy with Wayne's implication, knowing that Chrissy was Robin's person just like Eddie was his. 

"She loves me," Robin said, on the verge of tears, and Steve joined here right then and there. "She's– Steve. She's so– She... God!" 

"Yeah," Steve laughed at the ceiling above his bed, grinning because Robin sounded so happy, not even caring that she didn't have the right words for it, because he could hear Chrissy laughing in the background, too. Laughing and saying hi to him and interrupting Robin's ramblings and groans and giggles with kisses that always left her dumbstruck for a good two seconds each time. 

When the call ended, he went right back to the living room, where he and Eddie started watching Pride and Prejudice before, and fell right on top of him with a happy, happy smile. 

~*~

It happens at Wayne's, exactly one week after Eddie showed up at Steve's in the middle of the night. One week after the phone call. One week after I love you. 

It happens in the soft glow of the fairy lights Steve and Eddie helped him put up years ago. I happens after Wayne hugged him tight once more, after he pulled Chrissy to the side and promised her that she's still his kid, that he still loves her, and that he's happy to see her smile like that. After he promised the same to Robin.

It happens when Wayne's inside to refill their drinks and Chrissy and Robin are caught up in each other that they're blind and deaf to the rest of the world. When Steve turns to find Eddie looking at him with the softest, gentlest expression. 

"Eddie," he whispers, leaning in to rest their heads together, lacing their fingers and stroking his thumb along Eddie's palm.

"Yeah, baby?" 

Baby. It fills him with butterflies, with the urge to scream, to shout from all the rooftops that he loves Eddie, and more importantly, that Eddie loves him back! Baby. Baby.

"I love you." 

"Hmm. I love you more." 

No, you don't. Just longer. "Can I kiss you?" 

He can feel Eddie's little gasp before he leans in even closer, rubbing their noses together, cradling Steve's face with his free hand. "Please," he whispers. 

And Steve does. He captures Eddie's lips, pouring into it everything he feels and more. Sealing the promises he's made and all the ones he's yet to make. The promises to love and cherish Eddie. To be brave. To be there. To stay and keep and bask. 

It's nothing like their first kiss all those years ago. There is no question behind it this time. Only declarations, only promises, only the beginning of a shared future. 

And there are many, many more after this one.

🌷🤍🌷 THE END 🌷🤍🌷

tagging: @sexymothmanincarnate @mcneen @livsters @eddiemunchondeeznuts @abstractnaturaldisaster @steddie-as-they-go @hyperfixationgoddess @goodolefashionedloverboi @stxrcrossed186 @eddiemunsonswife @bidisastersworld @ghost-ly-s @romanticdestruction @walkingaftermidnight07 @anaibis @rainydays35 @mightbeasleep @sunfloweringstories @korixae @tuesdaycats @totoroinatardis @ilovebookshowboutyou @musical-theatre-gay @theluckyalien @copingmechanizm @srra @changelingbaby @sassygoop @obsessivelyme @r0binscript @hardboiledleggs @estrellami-1 @bisexualdisastersworld @space-invading-pigeon @swimmingbirdrunningrock @y0urnewstepp4r3nt @oxidantdreamboat @spilled-jar @phirex22 @littlemsterious @captaingigglyguinea @animecookie95 @sharingisntkaren @haluton @littlemsterious @animecookie95 @suddenlyinlove @bisexual-bilingual-biped @jinx-nanami @makewavesandwar @scheodingers-muppet @morcantinon @hexdbog @homosexualhomocide13

god i can't believe it's over. i thank you, every one of you, who cheered for me, cried with me, screamed and yelled at me, and stayed with me throughout this past week. i have no words right now other than thank you 🤍🌷 and i hope this is okay

#steddie #steddie fic #steddieweek2023 #steddie week fic #i feel like this one's a bit disjointed but i kinda like that about it?? little snippets that make a happy ending you know?? #idk i hope you like it too (i always get anxious about endings tbh catch me vibrating out of my skin) #dio words #i cannot believe it is done. i cannot believe what a ride it's been. i'll find the words for it later i think. first we read. and we bask 🤍 #morcantinon i am ENDLESSLY sorry i forgot to tag you even after you sent that wonderful ask please forgive me 😭🤍 #i also forget a bunch of people who asked in the reblogs but dear god i hope you find this anyway i am all over the place #i will edit this and work in more chrissy/robin when i post it to ao3. but this is steddie week. and these are 15k words of an au #that happened spontaneously and within 2h each night of me flying by the seat of my pants. xD

[bloobydabloob]

Exclusively stupid stuff. Comic con today

#homestuck #homestuck fanart #dirk strider #dirkjake #jake english #Dave strider #Jane Crocker #I’m a hot knife IIII’m a hot knife #sorry for the total inactivity this week. I’ve been busy #and by busy I mean : reading fanfiction for the first time in my life #I definitely want to do actual art for at least one of the fics I read #which I will do. When con is over. #I should also credit Borzoi Lover at least partially here #considering that the dumb comics were just… part of a conversation we had on twitter #I wasn’t going to post them but I just have absolutely nothing to post. #I have so many ideas… I swear. #I will draw them all. Maybe #Maybe.

[thief-of-eggs]

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but you are allowed to have a favorite character out of a particular ship. You’re allowed to mostly focus on that character in any fics or art you create. You’re allowed to have a lesser understanding of their counterpart. You do not need to have every ounce of lore in order to ship them. Heck- you can even just like a ship for vibes.

Just because you love a ship doesn’t mean both characters are your absolute favorites. You’re allowed to relate more to one over the other. You’re allowed to make that other character your focus.

#i’ve seen soooo many people get butt hurt when a person focuses on tim in timkon #like… we are ALLOWED to relate to tim more… #which is why i usually write from tim’s pov #i ADORE kon #but i relate much more to tim #which is why i write fic?? i write it for me first #and tim is a character i can really see myself in #anyways #this goes for any ship #you’re allowed to have favorites!!! #you don’t need to know every ounce of lore to ship them !! #timkon #ships #fandoms #birdflash #dc #marvel #harry potter #star wars

[madame-mongoose]

Lil out of context scene for ooie

#this was literally one of the first scenes we thought of when story planning #im so excited #moon is soft in this fic btw #sometimes #most times #:) #my art #fnaf #fnaf moon #moondrop #moon x reader #moon x y/n #self insert #fnaf sb

[stunticonbreakdown]

I think people should consider more ideas about why Breakdown and Bulkhead hate each other so much that isn't "Breakdown betrayed the Wreckers" because there are so many more things that could have happened, and here are some of my ideas:

>They fought 1v1 once because Breakdown was just being Breakdown, but after being beat, he kept trying to win against Bulkhead, starting a rivalry between the two.

>Breakdown wants to kill every one of the Wreckers but this one guy just won't die and he has to stick to his list of Wreckers in the order he wrote them in.

>Following up from that, Breakdown killing several of the canonically deceased Wreckers mentioned by Wheeljack and Bulkhead in Prime, making Bulkhead want to avenge their deaths.

>Cross-faction dating gone wrong (**not clickbait**)

>Secretly started meeting up as buddies during the war, but then Bulkhead found out about messed up shit Breakdown had done and they started to fight as enemies rather than secret friends.

>Met each other during a heated Autobot-Decepticon bar fight. Then they saw each other on the battlefield and beat each other up again.

>Friends before the war and wanted to stay friends during the war despite being on opposite sides, but then once again, Bulkhead seeing the things Breakdown did during the war.

>A bit boring but most likely; Stunticons and Wreckers just being rival teams in the war. No personal feelings they all just hate each other because they're the same team on opposite sides.

#its so fun to think about personally #thinking about Bulk saying “we go way back. you wont believe the things hes done” to Miko #like did they meet when he was already doing this horrible stuff or before ?? hasbro why would you tell us this and just LEAVE IT #grrraaahhhhhhggh #more room for fanfiction i guess #but 90% of them are innacurate with BD either joining the autobota first and/or having his prime build #where's the fic where bd and bh meet at a bar and bd kills 9 people and bh decides maybe the cross faction friendship wasnt a good idea #breakdown #transformers #tfp breakdown #maccadams #bd rambles #bulkhead #tfp bulkhead #breakbulk #?? #wreckers #Stunticons #transformers prime

[sttoru]

babes listen.. i got this idea for a short fic series; college student reader who randomly finds an injured assassin, toji, at night on the streets and then decides to help him out. she sneaks him into her dorm and takes care of him there until he’s completely healed.

and ofc during that period of time—some romance happens ? perhaaaaps — if you want to read how it develops :3 let me know

#sttoru chats. #WHAT DO WE THINK . #the idea has been plaguing me for days #im already writing the fics btw i coildnt wait #<- me when im self indulgent #you’re hearing this idea here FIRST ‼️‼️ #well i think im original #idk #LOL

[im-getting-help]

I need a version of Saltburn in which Farleigh helps Oliver to get with Felix cause he's been waiting too damn long for Felix to accept that he's queer.

Like, he doesn't really care about Oliver, they're not friends or anything. He just knows that Oliver is in lesbians with Felix and Felix is intrested but too deep in comp-het to do anything about it.

Imagine, the possibilities.

#the name of the fic is “La Celestina” #no but like #imagine how tired Farleigh is #he was raised with Felix #he was there when Felix got his first boy crush #and Felix keeps denying his queer side #Farleigh is like #look me in the eyes and tell me you don't think about kissing Oliver #and Felix is like #i don't know what you're talking about he's my bestie and we don't do that #while avoiding eye contact and pressing his hand on Oliver's thigh #idk im just rambling #saltburn #oliver quick #felix catton #cattonquick #oliver x felix

[mediumgayitalian]

i am still literally so sad & all i can think of is the apollo siblings pre-war. so please take this dumbass thing i wrote a few days ago when i was thinking of the first person who died of laughter until i can convince myself to write outside of lee pov again

#when i tell you my brain is rotted through #this is what i mean #also i’m going to the club tmrw night (for the first time in my life?? excited i think) so fic will b very very early or very very late #depending on if i do actually manage to get up early tmrw #we shall see #anyways

[cobwebbedcat]

Nothing That a Little Gatorade and Expired Aspirin Can't Fix

MINORS DNI

warnings: soft dom top amab gender neutral reader, sub bottom trans male sick! Vincent Sinclair, emetophilia, piss, dirty talking, Vincent is mute, just a hint of odontophilia

Terms used for vincent: cunt, pussy, clit, dick, t-dick

There are not many things that will get you out of your bed and home past midnight, but two texts coming from Bo have you wiping sleep from your eyes and pulling on whatever clothes are closest to you.  

After reading Vincent threw up. Then: Asking for you. Bring meds, you text back a quick omw! Before rushing to the 24/7 CVS and making the drive to the Sinclair’s house, which is of course, obnoxiously far away from Ambrose, in the middle of buttfuck nowhere.  

When you enter the Sinclair house, forgoing knocking or announcing yourself considering they’re expecting you, you find Bo in the kitchen halfway through a cigarette and staring at a bottle of Aspirin.  

“Expired two years ago,” he grumbles, still staring at the bottle, refusing to look at you.  

“That’s fine, brought some stuff,” Bo finally looks up when you raise the two bags full of things for Vincent for him to see. It doesn’t show much on his face, but even in the dim light you can see the tension release from his shoulders.  

“Good. Better go see him then,” he huffs, tossing the bottle of expired Aspirin in the trash. You take that as your cue to leave, and hustle down to Vincent’s room.  

He’s curled up in a fetal position on his bed, trying to make himself as small as possible. You gently place your bags at his bedside, and sit on the edge of the bed, running your fingers through his long hair to let him know you’re here. 

Vincent lets out a soft whine and reaches out to hold onto you, looking up at you from behind his mask.  

“Bo said you threw up,” you say softly. Vincent cringes, then nods. “Think you could sit up for me? I brought some stuff for you,” he uncurls himself, and with your help, he props himself up against a mountain of pillows.  

“Should probably take off your mask,” you hum, wondering how and why he’s even wearing it right now. Vincent huffs, but when you give him a stern look, he crumbles, and takes it off. 

With his face revealed to you, you can see how flushed he is. Gently, you place the back of your hand against his forehead. He nearly flinches away from you, but once your skin touches his he leans into you, starved for your touch. He’s not worryingly hot, but definitely has a fever.  

“Poor thing,” you coo, reaching into your bags and getting him medicated. You brought Gatorade as well, and make him drink as much as he can manage (which isn’t a lot before he gags).  

“Alright, well the meds are going to take a bit before they start making you feel much better. Is there something I could do to help?”  

Vincent stares at you for so long you wonder if he heard you. Just when you’re about to repeat yourself, he looks away from you and signs 

“Lay down with me?” And oh, isn’t that sweet. You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face.  

“Of course, darling,” you lift the blankets and slide into bed next to him. Vincent slowly inches towards you until he’s nestled against your body, humming softly and inhaling your scent. You brush your fingers through his hair until his breathing evens out and he falls asleep.  

You’re brought out of slumber for a second time during the night to the sound of Vincent getting sick in the bathroom.  

Dragging yourself out of the comfort of his bed you make your way to him. He’s crouched over the toilet, catching his breath from the work his body is putting him through. He whimpers softly when you sit yourself next to him, and tenderly move his hair from his face and gather it into a ponytail.  

You kiss the back of his neck which is now exposed, and Vincent groans as he lazily lifts a hand up to fingerspell, 

“Leave.” 

“Absolutely not, sweetheart,” you muse softly, bringing the hand that’s not holding his hair back to rub comforting circles into his stomach, “couldn’t possibly go when you're in such a state,” you decide not to add how you think he looks cute like this, all helpless. Vincent is either too tired or too sick to protest more. Even if he wanted to, another wave of nausea hits him, and he’s puking again.  

You can feel the way his stomach clenches and pulses under your touch. He’s sick for a while, working up a sweat as he empties his stomach over and over again. Softly you whisper praise and apologies, sorry for the discomfort and pain he’s going through, even if it does make you a bit flustered.  

As soon as he’s done, you’re kissing him all over, gentle pecks which remind him that you’re here and you’ve got him. Vincent slumps into your hold, his hands coming up to cover his face. You know he appreciates you being there, even if he’s somewhat embarrassed.  

You hold him close, kissing him, and gently rubbing at his stomach until Vincent rises on shaky legs. You follow his lead, and once you’re on your feet he leans his body weight on you in front of the sink, letting you get his toothbrush ready for him.  

When it comes to brushing his teeth, ridding his mouth of any leftover bile, Vincent doesn’t take the brush from you, rather he closes his eyes and opens his mouth.

Cooing you take his face into one of your hands and brush his teeth for him. You’re especially gentle with him, taking care not to activate his gag reflex. He moans as the soft bristles brush their way across each tooth and along his tongue. He’d normally never let you baby him so much. You’re eating up how easily he submits to your coddling.  

“Sorry, I was gross,” Vincent signs as soon as he lifts his head from spitting into the sink. You hold back a laugh; it’s funny that he’s more embarrassed by puking in front of you than admitting the heinous and cruel murders he’s committed.  

“You were never gross,” you assure him, cupping his scarred face and bringing him into a sweet kiss now that his mouth is clean. You wrap an arm around his waist, “back to bed?” he lets out an affirmative hum and lets himself be led by you.  

“Think you could eat a little something before you fall back asleep?” he doesn’t seem all that tired anyways, and despite the grimace he makes at the prospect of eating, Vincent nods all the same.  

From the bags you’d brought with you, you pull some inoffensive snacks, and more Gatorade. Vincent does the best he can before grimacing and pushing the food away. Pleased that he was able to stomach anything at all, you make him take another dose of medication before laying down again. 

“I am hot,” he complains as he snuggles up under the covers with you. You bring the back of your hand to his forehead and Vincent’s eyelashes flutter shut.  

“You are hot,” you hum, “I think your fever’s back. The meds should kick in again soon,” you state, attempting to be reassuring. Vincent sighs and goes so still and so quiet that you think he’s maybe fallen asleep. 

“Hot here,” he finally signs clumsily, avoiding eye contact as he takes your hand and brings it to his clothed crotch.  

“Oh?” You can’t tell if the flush on Vincent’s cheeks is from fever or fluster, but it makes him look adorable all the same. “I can help out with that,” you purr, feeling desire stir in you as he lets out the softest moan and nods.  

“You’ve been so cute tonight,” you hum, pulling the blankets back and stationing a leg over either side of him, caging him in, as you rub your thumb on his clit through his sleep pants.

Vincent whines, turning the scarred half of his face to hide it in the pillow. “I mean it, letting me take care of you, and being so helpless makes you really cute,” you hum. His thighs clench around your hand, and he jerks his hips, wanting more. 

You’ll give him more when he asks for it, but for the moment you lean in and kiss him as you tease him through his pants.  

Vincent loves your kisses, moaning softly when he feels your tongue lick against his lips. He opens his mouth easily for you, desperate to deepen the kiss. You lick deep into his mouth, forgetting how sensitive he is right now.  

He pushes you away quick, turning to dry heave and gag. He swallows, and the two of you wait a moment, adrenaline coursing through you as you wait to see if he’ll be sick or not. The nausea seems to pass because he wraps his arms around your neck and pulls you into another kiss, grinding his cunt into your hand.  

You deepen the kiss once again, this time being careful of just how deep you tongue fuck his mouth, instead sucking on his lip, and letting his tongue into your mouth.

Vincent continues to weakly hump your hand, sighing and moaning at the feeling of your finger circling his clit. It’s not long before you can feel a hot, damp wetness on the outside of his pants. Your cock aches imagining how wet he is.

Finally, Vincent pushes you back to sign “please,” looking up at you with pleading eyes.   

Pulling away, you’re quick to help him out of his pants, revealing his glistening wet pussy to your hungry eyes.  

“Let me eat you out?” you ask, using two fingers to spread his lips apart and look at his hole.  

Vincent makes a strangled noise and nods his head quickly. He regrets that immediately, bringing a hand to his head at the ache that comes from the action. You laugh softly, rubbing gentle circles into his thighs,  

“Careful with yourself baby, you’re not feeling well,” you remind him as you make yourself comfortable between his legs. You kiss his hip bone, then kiss along his skin until your lips reach his erect clit. Vincent sighs and melts into the bed, weakly wrapping his legs around your head, and pushing you further against his pussy.  

You both moan as you take Vincent into your mouth, circling around his t-dick with your tongue, then sucking gently. Bringing your fingers to his wet hole, you gently press two fingers inside of him. He’s hot and practically gushing self-lubricant, opening easily for you. You suck his dick for a minute longer, then move onto the main event.  

Sliding your fingers out of Vincent, you quickly replace them with your tongue, and groan at the taste of him. He makes sweet little sounds as you curl your tongue, pressing it as deep as possible into his hole. His thighs tremble and clench around your head, his hands holding weakly onto your head, pushing you further into his cunt. 

You pull back to return to his clit, sucking hard then swirling your tongue around it. Vincent gasps, his thighs shaking and twitching. You look up at him, and one of his hands has left your head to try and finger-spell something to you. Whatever he’s saying is incomprehensible to you, because the letters get scrambled and lost as his head gets more and more muddled with lust. 

While still looking up at him, you pull of his clit and return to burying your tongue inside of him. Vincent’s hole clenches around you, and then he's shaking his head and mouthing something to you. You figure he must be close to cumming, and double down on your efforts. His breathing hitches and quickens, and then a hot liquid spurts from his cunt and into your mouth.  

Vincent’s not a squirter, and the two of you know that. You open your mouth further as you realize that Vincent is pissing into your mouth. You can hear him whining and squeaking noises of objection, yet his legs tighten around you, keeping you closer. 

You’ll apologize to him later for making him drink all that Gatorade, but for now you moan and slurp hungrily at his cunt as you drink down his piss. Your cock throbs in your pants, and if you weren’t leaking pre before, you are now.  

Even after his stream dies down you lick and lave your tongue along his cunt, making sure he’s all clean, and that you haven’t missed a drop.  

“Sorry,” Vincent signs.  

“Don’t start with that,” you groan, pulling away from his pussy (despite wanting to back in for another bite, so to speak), your voice rough and deep with want, “that was so fucking hot.” He covers his face with his hands, but you can still see him grinning underneath them. 

“Can I fuck you, darling?” you ask, bordering on pleading. Vincent nods, still hiding behind his hands.  

With his permission, you fumble for the lube on his bedside table, nearly vibrating with excitement and arousal. “God, can’t wait to fuck your dirty pussy,” you mutter to yourself, slicking your cock up with lube. “Letting me stick my cock in your piss and spit slicked cunt, christ,” Vincent whines softly at that, tugging on his own hair to find something to occupy his hands.  

“You good on your back?” you ask, knowing that he loves getting fucked on his hands and knees more than anything. Vincent nods, likely far too tired to hold himself up. Even if he prefers doggystyle, you like having him like this, being able to see and hear every reaction he has to your cock stirring up his insides.  

“Perfect,” you purr, holding onto his hips as you press your cockhead against his hole. Vincent hiccups, reaching up to wrap his arms around your neck. Shyly he pulls your head towards his, leaning up and trying to capture your lips in a kiss.  

“Sure you wanna kiss me, baby?” you tease, pressing yourself into him. He whines and you continue, “gonna taste your own piss—hah— on my mouth.” Vincent squeezes around your cock at your words, his mouth dropping open.  

“Please,” he brings a hand down to sign. Always being one to spoil your lover rotten, you lean down and kiss him deeply. Vincent moans, and you can’t tell if it’s because of you pressing yourself further into him, or because he can taste himself in your mouth.  

He’s nice and relaxed around you, opening up so sweetly for your cock. You wonder if he’d been tighter if you’d fucked him before eating him out, if he would have squeezed tighter around you as he tried to stop himself from pissing all over your cock.  

“Fuck,” you sigh, bottoming out inside of him. He’s as hot and flushed inside as his skin is, burning up around your length. You know you shouldn't be happy that he's got a fever, but it feels so fucking good.

Vincent lets out an appreciative sigh, his lashes fluttering shut. “Feelin’ good?” in your haze of lust you’d nearly forgotten how sick he is right now. Vincent nods lazily, but he’s sweating, his long hair sticking to his body. You hum, feeling his forehead again.  

“Oh sweetheart, you’re overheating,” you muse, hoping he’s really feeling alright. Vincent whines,  

“Good, good, more,” he signs in a rush, pulling you back in for another kiss.  

Despite him telling you he’s alright, you fuck him nice and slow, being so tender and fragile with him. You rub circles into his hips as you drag your hips back and forth. Your kisses match the pace, as filthy as ever, but slow and drawn out. You’re in no rush, and you will savor him.  

Vincent accepts the sweet treatment for longer than you’d anticipated, if you’re honest. It doesn’t surprise you when he finally pushes you back to frown at you, cutely demanding "more," his hands sharp and determined as they sign.  

“Just let me know if it’s too much,” you remind him, picking up the pace ever so slightly. The slightest shift has him slightly arching his back off the bed, gasping softly as your cock hits drags along his insides, going deeper and fucking him faster than before. Refusing to get carried away, you keep the pace consistent, even if all you want to do is pound him into the mattress.  

“Once you’re all better I’m gonna ruin you,” you promise. Vincent moans at that, nodding and twitching around you. You bring a hand down to circle your thumb around his clit. He clenches like a vice, letting out a spurt of piss, and wetting your cock.  

“Fuck baby,” you moan, feeling your orgasm quickly approaching.  

“More, say more,” Vincent signs. It takes you a second to remember what you were talking about.  

“Oh, sweetheart, once you’re all better I’ll make your pussy a mess. Fuck, want that? I'll fill your fucking tummy with my cum, make you eat any that drips out of your pussy. Want me cumming in you, dropping load after load into you?" you don’t wait for a response, the words tumbling uncontrollably out of your mouth now that he’s got you started.

“Want you to piss all over my cock, let me do the same to you, hah, I’ll cover you in my piss, from here,” you bring a hand from his hips to touch his collarbone, peaking out from under his shirt, “down to here,” you quickly move that same hand down to circle his clit. Vincent spasms around you, “shit, I’ll fill you up with it, let it mix with my cum. Hah I know you want that, want to be covered in my piss, to be messy with me, don’t you darling?” 

This time you wait for a response, slowing the movement of your hips, rubbing agonizingly slow circles on his sensitive clit until Vincent nods his head, moving his hips back clumsily against yours. You reward him, speeding up your pace once again.  

“Good boy,” you groan, “gonna cum soon, y’close baby?”  

Vincent doesn’t answer verbally or with his hands, he just lets out a broken keen, and tugs you close as he cums around your cock. You fuck him through it, jackhammering your hips into him, working him over the edge and through the waves of pleasure that coarse through his body.  

You’re so close, but you hold off until he whimpers softly, letting you know he needs you out of him. You pull out, and your hand flies to your cock, jerking yourself off roughly.  

“Fuck, fuck baby, gonna cum all over your cunt, make it mine,” you groan, burying your head in the crook of his shoulder, nuzzling your way through his long black locks until your teeth graze against Vincent’s neck. When your balls finally tighten and your orgasm crescendos, you paint his pussy white, and suck a hickey into his neck.  

Vincent hums, looking down at the mess you’ve made with indifference. You know he prefers it when you cum inside, but it would have been much more messy and time consuming if you had. You may have really wanted to go in and eat him out again, and Vincent is well past his limit.  

“Lets get you cleaned up, huh?” you hum once your limbs stop feeling like jello.  

He's much too tired now to be anything but dead weight. There’s no shame nor shyness found as you carry Vincent into the bathroom and lay him down in the bathtub. He lazily signs your name again and again, meditatively going through the motions as the water rises and submerges his body.  

“Thank you,” he signs as you join him in the bath. 

“Love you,” is your response, largely muffled as you sleepily lean your head on his shoulder.  

He hums softly, and your eyes have drifted shut, so you don’t see him tell you that he loves you back, but you already know he does.  

Taglist: @dead-end-stuff

#hey remember when i said i needed to write some freaky stuff for my health <3 here we go #cw piss #cw emetophilia #emeto tw #spice #sub slasher #sub vincent sinclair #first fic on the new account lets gooo

[forevermore-quoth-the-kitten]

strong urge to write an Obey Me fic where MC figured out really fast human fascinate demons for many reasons and gets a Devilhub account. they're really popular on it really fast. but the thing is

they're just doing normal shit and chatting about what life is like in the human realm

and demons go wild for it

#obey me #obey me shall we date #fic idea #mc would say all the time not to tell the demon brothers #having no idea they all know within the first 2 weeks about it #thats the ongoing joke though #the demons know and mc doesn't #asmo thinks mc was a fucking genius #lucifer keeps an eye on mc to make sure it stays safe #levi finds out they're not a normie from a stream #mammon makes it his person mission to be a sugar baby without realizing #satan got mad when mc made their bed it was so inefficient #beel was kind of whatever until he found a cooking stream in the kitchen one day #that was some good fucking food #belphie still has a ddd for reasons #he hates this bitch ass human #less so as time goes on #no i dont take criticism #thank you

[wangxianficrecs]

The Most Beautiful Man Alive (and his gremlin son) by meyari

The Most Beautiful Man Alive (and his gremlin son)

by meyari

T, 4k, Wangxian

Summary: There was never a time when Wei Wuxian wasn’t aware of it. The way people looked at him, even as a child, made it obvious. But there was a time when he didn’t realize just how much power the face he’d inherited from his father gave him. Once he knew, though, oh. Oh, things changed after that. Mojo's comments: Ahaha, this is precisely as delightful as you'd expect from the tin. (Even if it IS a bit dangerous to be so beautiful everyone wants to devour you.) The end cracked me up.

canon divergence, everybody lives/nobody dies, protective jiang yanli, protective jiang cheng, good parent jiang fengmian, protective yu ziyuan, crack treated seriously, beautiful wei wuxian, child wei wuxian, different first meeting

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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)

#Wangxian Fic Rec #The Untamed #Wangxian #MDZS #Mojo's Rec #October 2023 #Had to use the donghua because a) no good WCZ pictures from CQL and b) I still remember how hot and bothered we were when we first saw him #Also! A rec from Mojo! #The Most Beautiful Man Alive (and his gremlin son) #meyari #Teen #short fic <15k #canon divergence #everybody lives/nobody dies #protective jiang yanli #protective jiang cheng #good parent jiang fengmian #protective yu ziyuan #crack treated seriously #beautiful wei wuxian #child wei wuxian #different first meeting

[megaawkwardhuman]

happy hounds of love day to those who celebrate

#I read this for the first time like a few days ago and knew I had to make this meme for when the date hits #what we do in the shadows #wwdits #wwdits fanfic #guillermo de la cruz #nandor the relentless #nandermo #hounds of love #brought to you by ms paint #if you haven't already do yourself a favor and READ THIS FIC #OH MY GOD IT'S SOOOOOOOOO FUCKING GOOD

[malk1ns]

mkay but sid giving mack the talk about alphas and how they can push the limits sometimes with omegas - just gentle patient, motherly sid.

gosh did this ever hit the spot for us all tonight!

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Sid takes Mack out for lunch after practice one day in December, just the two of them—he's waiting outside the trainer's room when Mack emerges from getting his calf cramp rubbed out, and they're in the car and halfway home before Mack realizes what's happened.

"Where's Geno?" he asks, dropping his phone in his lap and twisting his torso to peer back over the center console, as if maybe Geno somehow snuck into the backseat without anyone noticing.

"His good friend Sergei Gonchar is in town, they're spending the afternoon together," Sid replies, changing lanes and serenely ignoring the cacophony of honks as he cuts someone off. "He'll be over for dinner, you'll meet him then. Sarge was on the team for the '09 Cup, and then he—"

"Oh!" Mack interrupts. "The d-man, he ran point on that power play, right?"

Sid's looking straight ahead, but Mack can see the corner of his eye crinkle and one side of his mouth tick up. "Yeah, and he was on staff for a few years, too. G lived with him for his rookie year."

"Cool," Mack says, mind racing as he imagines it. He's seen pictures and old grainy footage, but it's so hard to picture Geno as a rookie. "So what are we doing this afternoon?"

"I'm taking you to lunch," Sid says, jerking the steering wheel barely in time to make an exit. Mack winces. "There's a pizza place, you'll like it."

Mack settles back into his seat, but there's a growing pit of discomfort in his stomach. Sid smells normal, not like he's angry or disappointed or anything, but this is unusual, and it's making Mack anxious.

Sid doesn't say much outside of some bland commentary on a drill they ran until they're tucked into a corner of the restaurant with their pizzas. Sid had bought Mack a beer, but by now his mouth is so dry that one sip almost sent him retching to the bathroom, so he hasn't touched it yet.

"I wanted to talk to you about Owen," Sid says, and Mack chokes on the overlarge bite of pizza he'd crammed into his mouth.

Sid waits patiently until Mack has his breath back, then nudges the beer closer. Mack grabs it and downs half in one gulp, churning stomach be damned. "What about him," he finally manages, setting the glass down with shaking hands.

Sid carefully saws a piece of pizza off with his knife and fork. "You two have gotten close," he says, delicately placing the pizza in his mouth, chewing and swallowing. Sid's disgusting at home and around the team, just like all the guys, but the way he acts in public reminds Mack of old movies, like those rom-coms from the 2000s when omegas all had to act a certain way, prim and proper and well-mannered in public at all times, or they got in trouble. "And it's good, you two are part of the next core here, you and him and Brayden, but I wanted to make sure you're careful."

Mack's face is burning hot. He tries to cool it off with the rest of his beer. "I don't know what you're talking about," he mumbles. He's lying.

"Okay," Sid says kindly. "Well, then I'm just going to give you some general advice. I know he's a few years older than you, but he's still young, and alphas that age..." Sid hesitates, frowning absently as he looks at his pizza. "They're impulsive. They push. A lot of times they want to rush things, things that maybe you're not ready for, but it's easy to get caught up, even if you don't mean to."

Mack wants to die. "Owen wouldn't—he's—we're just—"

"I'm not trying to say you're doing anything wrong," Sid interrupts, leaning forward and catching Mack's gaze, eyes wide and sincere. "Not at all. And neither is he. But Geno noticed...and I agree with him...and I just want you to be careful. Don't rush into something that you might regret. If something happens and ends badly, the team isn't going to get rid of a valuable player just because your heart is broken."

Mack fumbles with the cloth napkin. "There's nothing to worry about," he mutters. Jesus. Him and Owen are just friends, nothing like what Sid thinks, and the idea that Geno thinks something's going on is too mortifying for words. "He's...it's not like that."

Sid's quiet for a minute, and when Mack looks up, Sid's looking at him steadily, face and scent unreadable. Mack doesn't even want to think what he's projecting right now; he hopes he can control and mask as well as Sid can someday. "Alright," Sid finally says, nodding at Mack's plate. "Finish your lunch, and I'll drop it. I'm sorry. But if anything changes, and you want to talk...I've been through it, I'm here for you."

"Okay," Mack says, wondering how fast he can eat and end this mortifying encounter without putting himself in danger of actually vomiting. Hopefully Geno and Gonchar are out long enough for him to lock himself in his room and scroll TikTok until he's forgotten all about this.

He wonders what Geno thinks he noticed, though. Geno's, like, the alpha on the team. He'd know if something was up with any of the others.

Probably just a misunderstanding. Sid and Geno have been mated for so long, they probably don't know what alpha-omega friendships look like when people are single anymore.

Nothing to worry about.

#rookie houseguest #hockey rpf #sidgeno #my writing #my fic #a/b/o #macklin celebrini and owen pickering and brayden yager are the core of the future btw #jot that down now for when we draft first overall and this goes from fiction to fact