#the snippet for 'hold' is so rough but like. we'll get there

[thosetwofirefighters]

find the word challenge

rules: share snippets of your work containing each of the words the previous poster selected for you (optional addition: if you can't find the word in your WIPs, or you simply don't have any WIPs, you can just write a sentence around the word)

thanks @the-likesofus for the tag!! very excited to see how many of these words I've used...

my words are: quiet, hold, cover, first, together, and small. unsurprisingly, my fake dating au (currently sitting at almost 30k words like it has been for the past few months...) has all of these words multiple times lol <3

quiet

Buck’s phone rings, and he pulls it out of his pocket, his hands shaking when he reads Bobby’s contact name. He answers before he can even register it. “Pops?” His voice is quiet and terrified.

hold

Hearing footsteps from his spot on the couch, Buck tenses as Nathan comes up the stairs. It’s been so long, but Buck can still recognize the man’s footfalls. He lets out a breath he’d been subconsciously holding when Nathan finally appears and moves towards one of the armchairs across from him instead of the couch.

cover

“Jurassic Park!” Chris yells, and Buck has to cover his ears against the sound, the kid’s excitement causing him to be louder than usual. “Please, Dad, I know it’s kind of scary, but they just put it back on Netflix, and I’ve seen it before! Plus, I’m ten now, I won’t have nightmares!”

first

“I don’t want you to get hurt again,” Eddie says, meeting Buck’s gaze. His eyes are soft and despite his words, they shine with support, and Buck thinks—not for the first time—how lucky he is to have a best friend like Eddie.

together

Nathan’s study abroad had been nearly over when Buck brought up the idea of him going to Los Angeles to fight fires and help people. Nate had just nodded before taking Buck’s hand and kissing him, saying he’d buy the plane tickets in the morning. Buck had assumed they’d be going back together to be together.

small

Eddie glares at Chim when he insists on playing with the station’s small Hildy gadget that they keep in the kitchen. They mostly use it to play music, but Chimney takes the opportunity to ask her a bunch of questions throughout the day and only stops when Eddie threatens to run her over with a fire truck after Chimney starts asking her questions about the 118 themselves.

words for people I tag: home, care, love, make, and dream

no pressure tagging @mooshkat @jacksadventuresinwriting @ty-in-bedlam @lilbuddie <3

#so many of these were JUICYYYY #but i said lets be mysterious for once #and then i actually succeeded in not giving yall the juiciest tidbits? for once? #the snippet for 'hold' is so rough but like. we'll get there #i've decided to re-read all of my fake dating fic because OOOH BOY did I forget the vibes of the last chapter i've written #it is SPICY yall (not in the smut way) #asdgdsh tbh i feel evil giving you pieces of buck/nathan (an omc) and barely any buddie >:) #also jurassic park my beloved!! #it is my go-to when it comes to a movie to put in a fic tbh....like #it's my favorite and i am convinced chris would love it once buck convinced eddie to let them watch it together <3 #omg new headcanon just dropped buck and chris read jurassic park 'together' when chris is a teenager #not together together but like at the same time #when chris finally puts his foot down and says no more bedtime stories buck gets sad and so they come up with a new thing #aka buckley-diaz book club and i am SO writing that fic #holy shit i'm so excited it's gonna be so cuuuute #anywayyy i was looking through all my uses of 'cover' and didn't have to read past the jurassic park mention soooo love that lol #seriously though i cannot wait to edit this fic after i finish re-writing the earlier chapter i've been working on #i forgot how much i love editing my own work since i have most recently been working on a lot of lil projects that require little revision #but it's so fun! i truly am an editor at heart hehe <3 #i am going to 1) try to read it like I would someone else's work (which is impossible but like. we can try) #2) stop thinking about the big picture and focus on line edits and perfecting what i've already edited and had betaed #3) read it and edit like a motherfucking poet #this fic is gonna be so gorgeous i stg #she's got good bones now she just needs a decorator #and yk the last 60-ish percent of it lol #mine #wip #find the word challenge #tag game

[senseiofbullshit]

Father's Day Snippets

So it has come to my attention that I don't have a single fic ready for Father's Day SHLSGJSL. If I had remembered that Father's Day was coming up, I would've put in the effort to finish one of my eleventeen Dad!Josuke fics that I currently have staring at me on my Google Drive. Anyway, below are snippets from two separate fics that I have been working on. They're in the early stages so these are really rough, but I thought someone out there may enjoy some good fluff.

Dad!Josuke

Josuke is exhausted by the time he clocks out after work. It was a brutal 12 hour shift and his feet are throbbing. ‘At least I was able to save my patient’ he thinks to himself as he gets into his car. He calls you like he always does after a shift to let you know that he's on his way home and to ask about your day. As always he keeps it short, wanting to save the majority of the conversation for when he gets home. He finishes the conversation the same way that he always does, by telling you that he'll be home in 15 minutes and that he loves you. He's about 5 minutes into the drive when you call him back. You almost never call him on his way home. Did something happen?

“Hey! What's up? Everything okay, babe?” he asks. 

“Say it, Bean! Say it for daddy! Dada! Say dada!” you cheer on the other end of the line. 

Josuke can hear the excitement in your voice as you talk to your giggling baby. 

You put your fingers on your son's cheeks and gently smush them together. 

“Da..da. Say ‘dada’. Come on, Bean. ‘Dada’.”

There's a moment of silence as your son stares up at you before he gives you a funny smile. 

“Dada.” He squeals.

“Yayyyy! You did it! You said Dada! Good job!” You cheer as you smother him in kisses. “Good job, Bean!”

His laughter bolsters through the receiver of Josuke's phone as you plant hurried kisses all over his face. You begin to worry when you don't hear Josuke's voice come through after a few seconds. 

“Josuke?”

It's completely silent for a few moments. You bounce your son on your lap a few times to keep him laughing. That's when you hear it. There's a soft sniffle from the other side of the receiver. 

“Josuke?”

“Yeah I'm here,” he says, his voice cracking. “I just—” he sniffles “—he said ‘dada’. My baby said ‘dada’.”

Your heart melts as you hear Josuke sniffle again. His voice is strained, but he's obviously crying. Maybe you should've waited until he got home. You were just so excited. He had to know immediately. 

“When did he—when did he learn to say ‘dada’?”

“Today. I was just as surprised as you are.”

You hear honking in the background and can only imagine that Josuke is holding up traffic as he's overcome with emotion. 

“Yeah, yeah. I'm going, asshole. Cut me a break. My kid just said ‘dada’.”

You hum happily into the mic as you place one last kiss on your baby's forehead. 

“We love you, Josuke.”

You hear him sniffle again, this time a little louder. 

“I love you too. So much.”

“Drive safe. We'll see you when you get home. Right ‘dada’?”

“Dadadada,” your son babbles.

You hear Josuke gush an ‘awww’ on the other end of the receiver before hanging up.

Dad!Okuyasu (conversation between Okuyasu & Bean)

“You're lucky you have such a good dad to teach you all that stuff. Your mom too. They love you.”

“I know. I love them so much. I love you too, Uncle Oku.”

“Y-You love me?”

“Yeah. I love you a lot.”

Something about the sincerity in the young boy‘s voice seems to stop Okuyasu in his tracks. Josuke’s son loves him. A lot. Okuyasu is surrounded by people that love him…a lot. You and Josuke love him like family. He’d always be welcome at your home, you’d told him. If he needed anything, anything at all, just call, Josuke told him. His best friend’s son loves him so much. He’s married to the person that he loves most and is going to bring a kid into the world in a few short months. Okuyasu remembers a time where love felt so foreign to him. He always thought he had to earn it. Then Josuke came into his life and accepted him as the brother he never had. Tomoko welcomed him with open arms, taking on the role of the mother that he never got to have.When you came into the picture, Okuyasu was afraid he may lose the relationship that he had with Josuke and Tomoko. The thought broke his heart. You did quite the opposite. You seemed to fill a hole that the three of them didn’t know had been there. You were the final piece of the picture. Then you brought your sweet boy into the world who’s been glued to Okuyasu since the day he was born. Someone has loved him since the day they were born. The thought almost sounds too crazy to be true. This little boy who looks so much like Josuke loves to constantly be around him. He begs his dad to have “Uncle Oku” come over every Friday. When Okuyasu steps through the threshold of your front door, he almost falls to the ground with the force that your son launches at him. He’s going to have a kid of his own soon. Will his child love him the same way?

“You’re going to have a baby soon?” your son asks as if he knows what Okuyasu is thinking.

“Yeah. To tell you the truth, I'm kinda scared.”

“Why?”

“Well I didn’t really have my parents when I was growing up. When my dad was around he wasn’t very nice to me.” Okuyasu sighs. “I guess I’m just scared that I’ll only know how to be mean to my baby.”

If Okuyasu were being honest with himself, he feels silly venting his fears of fatherhood to a four year old. These are fears he's never voiced out loud, not even to himself when he's alone. Now he's telling them to a four year old who will either forget in five minutes or tell the whole world. He's not sure why he feels so comfortable. Is it because the young boy is an extension of Josuke? That can't be it. He hasn't even told Josuke how he feels. There just seems to be something so disarming and warm about the way the young boy looks up at him with the eyes that his father gave him. It makes Okuyasu want to spill his guts.

Your son seems to hum in thought for a moment. 

“You’ll be a good daddy.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah. It's okay to be scared. You just have to try your best. When you're done, you'll think “that wasn't so scary”. That's what my daddy always tells me. Like when my mommy and daddy were teaching me how to ride a bike without training wheels. I was really, really scared but then my mommy gave me a kiss on the forehead and said ‘you got this!’. And then my daddy let me go and I was riding all by myself. Now I can ride my bike without training wheels!”

Your son puts his hands on Okuyasu’s cheeks and leans forward to kiss his forehead. 

“You got this!”

Okuyasu’s eyes begin to fill with tears. 

“You're my favorite jelly bean, you know that?”

Your son hums as he hugs Okuyasu. Okuyasu wipes his tears and he holds the young boy close to his chest.

#dad!josuke #dad!okuyasu #josuke higashikata #okuyasu nijimura #okuyasu x reader #josuke x reader #josuke higashikata x reader #okuyasu nijimura x reader #Bean #jjba #jojo stuff #jojos bizzare adventure #posts this and runs away #josuke #okuyasu #snippets #wip

[kittimau]

DUde, i saw your tweet about pillow princess anakin but I’m so greedy and need more!! 😩😩😭🙏🏻

After that convo, I opened a fresh doc and pounded out about 2k. It's mostly nonsense, but some of it’s salvageable. I'll share a snippet with you, just keep in mind it’s not edited or refined yet. 😅

So far, the premise is this: Anakin pulled a reckless stunt during their last mission and Obi-Wan copes with it via hours of life-affirming sex. He loves taking care of Anakin, and Anakin loves being taken care of.

It isn’t a lecture he gets once the door to his master’s quarters slide shut, however.

No; utterly silent but for the echo of their breathing, Obi-Wan strips them bare. Pulls Anakin into the ‘fresher, washes him gently from head to foot, and procedes to take him apart, piece by fragile little piece. Hips pinned to the tile, he lets go, loses himself to the fingers rubbing ruthless circles over his prostate and the tight, hot tunnel of Obi-Wan’s throat as it spasms around him and milks him dry.

After, Obi-Wan carries him to bed. Drapes across his back, sucks bruises into the crook of his shoulder, and strokes his cock in time to the filthy wet slap of their flesh till he cries and shakes and begs. Trembling through the aftershocks, he collapses into the puddle of his own release, hums with contented bliss, and lets himself fade in and out of consciousness as Obi-Wan fucks his pliant body into the bunk’s thin mattress.

~

Awareness finds him on his back; full, surrounded.

Above him, Obi-Wan watches his eyes flutter open with slack-jawed, breathless awe. Cheeks flushed a gorgeous ruddy-pink, damp hair dangling over his forehead, beads of sweat rolling into his furrowed brows. A drop lands on Anakin’s lip and he licks it clean with a sated, sleepy smile.

The arms bracketing his head quiver from the strain of holding Obi-Wan’s weight for so long. Skin slick, veins bulging. Anakin turns, presses his mouth—his tongue, his teeth—to one wrist, and, choosing to be kind, clenches hard around his master’s cock.

A tortured groan spills from Obi-Wan’s lips; Anakin’s name, both a curse and a benediction, breathed into the stifling air between them. Obi-Wan’s rhythm falters and he shifts, pulls away just enough to get his knees under him, Anakin’s thighs splayed wide across his lap. Lowering to his elbows, he hooks his arms beneath Anakin’s, takes his shoulders in a bruising grip, and drags him down to meet each new thrust. Slow, like he’s savoring it. Deep, like he wants to crawl inside him and never leave. 

It’s rough, yet tender. Desperate, yet thorough. 

Obi-Wan isn’t just fucking him; he’s worshiping him. 

The bond between them overflows with a torrent of shouldn’t, I know I shouldn’t, please, I can’t lose you, Anakin, Anakin, Anakin, and, with fresh tears streaming down his temples, Anakin cradles Obi-Wan’s jaw between his palms—one cold metal, one warm flesh—and brings their lips together in a sweet, almost chaste kiss. “You have me,” he murmurs into that beautiful mouth, “my master, my love, you have me,” and Obi-Wan comes with a shuddering sob, face buried in the hollow of his throat, curling around his body as though he can protect Anakin from the universe with his own.

The sweat and come gluing their skin together cools as the night wanes, becomes tacky and uncomfortable, but still; Anakin lies beneath his master’s comforting weight and lets him take what he needs. With Obi-Wan's ear pressed to the steady beat of his heart, Anakin's fingers carding through his hair, they breathe as one. There is nowhere in the galaxy either of them would rather be.

No idea yet if this will go anywhere. We'll see!

Thanks for the msg nonny, I appreciate you. 💙

#anon asks #mau answers #obikin #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #pillow princess anakin #service top obi wan #mau writes #obikin fanfic #lemons

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

The Reaper and the Death Angel Snippet 3 - The Siblings

Hello dear readers. This snippet will be a bit heavy and as usual, you don't need to read it. This will focus on Sam and the OC and their relationship. I've been looking for the note and can't find it but I vaguely recall @carni-val wanted to know more about their relationship. The themes in this chapter are rough, you are responsible for your own media consumption.

Also, two chapters in one day? How productive am I!

Part 22

Series Masterlist

Contains: Illusions to child abuse, discussion of child neglect, an alcoholic father, parentification, bulling, fluff, sibling relationships.

2.2K Words

Comment if you want to be tagged

A look and Sam and his sister and their lives together.

"Sammy time to get up."

Sam groaned, "just because you have class this early doesn't mean I need to leave as well."

You pulled the covers off him, "but I'm your ride. Get dressed you have twenty minutes before we need to leave."

Sam crawled out of bed, stumbling to put on his clothes for the day, "what's for breakfast?"

He could hear you moving around in the cupboards, "there's nothing here, we'll have to pick something up on the way."

****

"Again?"

You nodded and Sam brushed the bruise on your arm, "why won't the teachers do anything, he also broke your ribs the last time."

You shrugged, "because he's good at tossing a ball. We'll be out of here soon, don't worry."

Sam was stuck on the fingerprints on your skin, "don't you dare do anything about it, Samuel. I can handle it."

****

"Hand it over."

Your father was standing over you, demanding all your tips for that day, "we need this for food, I'll get you what ever you like when I go to the store but we need to eat before you get more gin."

He snarled at you, "listen, you little bitch, there's plenty of food in the house and I need my drink to deal with my back pain. Don't disobey me." Sam was listening from his room, when he heard a clanking slap he went to ran to defend you put he saw you put up a finger.

"Yes father, I'll be back from the store soon." Sam went back to his push-ups, sooner or later, his father would never be able to hurt either of you again.

****

"Congratulations y/n."

Sam was genuinely proud of you, "just one step closer to getting out of here."

You have been accepted into a prestigious college thirty minutes away at only sixteen, "I need to find us an apartment and get dad to sign the papers and then we'll be gone."

Sam thought for a minute, "wait until he's drunk again."

He had been sober for six weeks which meant he was heading for a relapse soon, "you think, he's so much nicer when he's sober. Don't you think he's more likely to sign now?"

Sam shook his head, "you know he's just waiting for another excuse to pick up the bottle, us leaving would be perfect."

You nodded softly, "yeah you're right."

****

"SAM SAM, PUT ME DOWN." You were giggling, Sam had started the afternoon holding your book above his head while you did your best to get it.

"Nope, it's your fault for being small and short." He could bearly talk through laughing, you playfully dug your fingers into his side and he dropped you to stop you from tickling him.

"You little twerp, when did you get so strong."

He smiled down at you, "the same time I got taller than you".

You smiled and shook your head, "yeah well that doesn't matter, I'll always be older than you."

He ruffled your hair, "but only by two years. It doesn't really count when you think about it."

You flipped him your middle finger and went back to reading, "love you too y/n."

****

Sure enough, after a fight a work he was drunk again. You waited until he was almost slurring to ask, "I need you to sign this." You shoved the paper in front of him and he looked it over, the expression on his face becoming ever angry.

"You want to leave me!?" He stood over you, his fist clenched at his side, Sam was watching from the kitchen, ready to step in when he got violent, "It won't be for a few months, I promise we'll come and see you all the time and I'll send you money so you can look after yourself."

He threw the papers on the table, "what about your brother? Who's going to look after him while I work?"

You squared your shoulders, "Sam is coming with me. We'll only be half an hour away, I managed to get him into the high school a few minutes away from the campus."

Your father snarled at you and went to raise his fist but Sam was ready, he ran in from the kitchen and swung so hard at him that the man hit the floor with an audible thud.

"You are going to sign those papers and then you are never going to lay a hand on either of us again. We are leaving when y/n classes start and you will let us or I will tell the bank that you're using the money mum left us to feed your habit." That shut him up, he stood up and wiped the blood off his face, picking up the papers roughly.

He signed them with rage in his eyes, "you'll be crawling back here before long."

****

It had been months since you had seen your father, Sam loved his new school and you had been excelling in class. Your tiny apartment wasn't much but it was home.

"I'm going to have to call the super again, we have no hot water."

Sam huffed, "I'll do it, he won't listen to you." You shook your head at him, "gee thanks Sammy, I wasn't already aware that the guy that runs our building hates women."

It was Sam's turn to shake his head, "you can't win them all big sis."

"I've been accepted into the PhD program."

Sam jumped off the couch and picked you up in his arms, "that's the most amazing news I've ever heard. My sister, a doctor. You giggled at him, "not yet."

****

"Are you sure you're ok with this?"

You put a hand on his shoulder, "You've wanted to be a Marine since you were five, I want you to live your dream." You pulled up to Marine Corps Recruit Depot, getting out of your car and helping Sam with his bags.

"You ready?" He nodded and you went inside. You met the recruiter in his office, he was a kind looking man with a weathered face and dry hands.

"This is a bit unusual, seventeen-year-old joining with their parent's permission is rare, let alone a sibling guardian."

You shook your head, "this is what Sam wants. I know he could die over there, or lose a limb or his sight, I know about the PTSD and the shock of war, I've told him all about it and that didn't change his mind."

The recruiter looked you over, "you ever thought about joining the Corps?"

You shook your head, "I'm a scientist, not a soldier. Plus, I'm not that good at following orders."

He laughed "yeah, I get that impression."

He handed over the paperwork for you to sign, which you did happily. Sam was watching you the whole time, a growing smile on his face.

"You ready?" He nodded and you embraced him, "I'll see you in thirteen weeks. And if for some reason, you can't do it, it won't change how much I love you and I won't be disappointed."

He shook his head, "nah, I'm getting through basic and them I'm joining Recon as soon as I get the chance." You believed him.

****

Sam looked over the crowd carefully. There you were, in the front row, wearing your best dress. After the ceremony, you ran up to him and hugged him as hard as you could, "I'm so proud of you, Pops would be too." He had gotten so much larger while he was away.

"I'm not done yet."

His smile was different too, far more confident, "yes, I know. I'm sure Recon would be happy to have you."

****

"Hey Sammy, can we talk about a few things?"

Sam was in the middle of training for an op when you called, "sure cricket, what is it?"

He heard you take a deep breath, "I've been asked to embed with one of your sister units, I was wondering what you thoughts about that?" You could almost hear his smile.

"Fuck yeah, I've already told everyone how badass you are and the guys that have met you, love you. Of course I want you here."

You felt warmth spread through your chest, "so you don't think I'm stepping on your toes?" You heard a huff.

"Fuck no, GUYS MY SISTER'S COMING HERE." You could hear his buddies talking over the line.

"I'll be there is a few weeks, I just have to finish all the qualifying tests."

****

"CONTACT LEFT." Bullets were flying over your head as you yelled the positions of the enemy, you saw a head pop up and you fired and the head you were aiming at snapped back.

Your brother and one of his teammates were watching from another spot in the village, "that woman is a cold aimed, dead-eyed killer. I'm glad she's on our side."

Sam nodded, "you and me both."

****

There was blood everywhere, whose it was was anyone's guess. The CO was standing on the corner looking unimpressed. Your teammates watched from the sidelines as you approached him.

"How could you be so fucking stupid, you nearly got our whole fucking platoon killed."

He stood over you, his finger jutting at your face, "watch your tone with me l/n." You put your hands on your hips.

"No, you fucked up big time. Half the guys told you how bad this would go and you didn't listen and now Americans are dead."

He shook his head, "you're about to be in a world of trouble if you don't shut up." You got up in his face, your nose inches from his body.

"My boss just had dinner with our commander in chief, you really want me whispering your name into his ear? because I can do that if you want."

The man deflated, "you forget yourself sir, one call from me and your career is over. Let's not forget who has the higher rank, even if mines not on paper."

The guys watched on, betting on if you would end up hitting the man.

"Are you pissed that your sister is always stepping in for you?"

Sam shook his head, "no, isn't the look on that guy's face the best thing you've seen in weeks? Look, he's shit scared of her."

Sam's friend slapped him on the chest, "we all are dude."

****

"You know it's also the grounds of a gun-running biker gang, right?"

You heard Sam laugh across the line, "yep, but it's also a small, quiet town with nice homes. There's a museum half an hour away, you'd really like it here." You were already looking at the town online, it did look like a nice place to put down roots.

"You do you, I'm here for you no matter what. Even if you decide to become and arms dealer."

Sam laughed again, "I knew you'd be cool with it."

****

"Who's your sponsor?" There was no reply, "Samuel?"

Sam cleared his throat, "Jackson Teller."

You looked through the files on your laptop, "tall, blond hair, blue eyes, quite handsome."

You swore you could hear Sam shaking his head, "no y/n, he's not your type."

You giggled, "why is that?"

"Because he's an arrogant prick who's also married."

Sam heard you take a deep breath, "well that's fair, as long as he's good to you I don't care."

****

Jax was watching you roughhouse with your brother from afar. As much as he loved you, both of you, it was hard at times not to be jealous of your relationship. Sam had accepted him so openly, and as he got to know the man he was almost desperate to meet you.

When he did, you lived up to every expectation he had, and then he fell in love with you. He would never voice his feelings about your relationship with your brother for fear that you would hide it from him, even though he never got to do the things you were doing with Sam with Thomas, he wasn't going to dampen your happiness.

He could hear your joy-filled laugh across the compound, it was pulling him in like an undertow. As he walked over to you, you waved at him, "help me Jackson, he's stolen my chocolate again."

Sam looked at him indigent, "she offered it to me!"

You slapped his head, "one bit asshole, not the whole bar."

Sam shoved you and you pushed him back, "well you should have been more specific then." You moved your hand to his head and ruffed his barely-there hair.

Gemma came storming out of the office, "that's enough you two, if you don't share I'll eat it myself and you won't get any."

You threw the half eaten bar at your brother, "there you little twerp, don't say I never do anything for you."

Jax laughed, "come on Darlin, there's some in the dorm you can have."

You got up, flipping your middle finger at your bother. When you got to the dorm, it was clear something was wrong with Jax, "what's wrong my love?"

He shook his head, "it's silly."

You sat down next to him, "I miss Thomas."

You pulled him into a hug, "I never got to do anything like that with him, I know I shouldn't be but I'm a little jealous of you." Your hand ran through his hair.

"Jealousy is different from longing Jax. It's ok to want what other people have, it's not ok to want it so much that you don't want other people to have it."

He nodded, "you're really lucky to have each other."

You kiss his cheek, "we know. I mean it when I say this but what's mine is yours. We can share Sam, no charge."

Jax smiled at you, "I love you y/n."

Part 23

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[merrybandofmurderers]

here's a rough snippet from the bull/yuo fic. it's the scene where dorian has found out yuo and bull are hooking up; it coincides with chapter 22 of the main fic

it's very unpolished - and also unfinished - becuz i wrote that chapter waayyy before i conceptualized this fic, and it's a lot trickier than i expected, having to write that scene from bull's perspective with all this added context i've established 😑 so we'll have to see how that goes

“I suppose I ought to offer congratulations.” Dorian glowers into his drink

Well. The Bull saw this coming, didn’t he? He never figured out how to bring it up to Lavellan, so this is what he gets.

This isn’t the explosion, oh no. Dorian playing the jilted lover isn’t an explosion. But it’s the lit fuse, all right.

Lavellan is still unconscious in the Bull’s bed. Dorian knows, but Lavellan likely doesn’t know he knows. The Bull wonders if it would be worth it to wheedle a weeks-long assignment away from Skyhold off Red.

At the very least, perhaps he can mitigate some of the potential fallout. “It’s not what you think, Dorian.”

“Oh, am I wrong?” There’s genuine venom in Dorian’s words now. “Because I have it on rather good authority that the Inquisitor has been visiting your quarters lately.”

The boss was discreet, at first, but he’s gotten careless about it. It’s not implausible that it was unconsciously intentional on Lavellan’s part. Unable to bring himself to confront Dorian, he would have Dorian bring the confrontation to him.

The Bull sips his ale. He can do nothing but admit to it.

“Hence my congratulations.” Dorian’s gritting his perfect teeth so hard he’s at risk of cracking them.

The Bull rolls his eye. “Oh come on, Dorian. You think the boss fucks me ‘cause he’s in love with me? That he wants a relationship with me?” He won’t betray Lavellan’s confidence, but for fuck’s sake, he isn’t being paid enough for this. “The boss has had a lot on his plate. Sometimes he needs to forget about it for a while, work out the stress. Anyone with eyes in their head can see the chemistry between you two. He came to me because he knew I wouldn’t make it complicated.”

“Whereas I make everything complicated.”

The Bull sighs. “Well, you have to know that you do.”

“Because I’m human.”

“That’s part of it.”

“And Tevinter.”

“That’s another part.”

“What else is there?”

“Well.” The Bull considers. Better to keep confidence or keep the Inquisitor’s favorite from drowning himself in ale? “Not all of the parts are on your end.”

Dorian blinks at him. The Bull’s words have momentarily shocked the bitterness out of him. “Has he talked to you about this?”

The Bull almost laughs in his face. The boss? Talking? About his feelings? He’s going to have to tell that one to Blackwall.

He holds up his empty tankard for Cabot to refill. “You know he’s not much for talking about personal things.” The Bull snorts. Understatement of the age. “But he doesn’t have to.”

That brings Dorian’s sour mood right back. “Because you’re a ‘people person’,” he sneers.

That’s some impressive jealously Dorian’s been fermenting there. The Bull wonders if it would solve anything to lock the pair of them in a closet. “He has his tells,” the Bull muses. “And I pay attention. I know how to put two and two together.”

He means it as advice, but Dorian deflates. Maybe it’s too hard to see a person beyond one’s own feelings.

@mrs-theirin, @gaysolavellan, @calicostorms, @fade-and-loathing-in-thedas, @transfenris-truther, @midnightprelude

#yes i know its lacking in FEELINGS nicole i'm saving those for last >:| #my stuff #my fic #fic: the time has come #fic: through the fields #iron bull #dorian pavus #sh: yuo x dorian #sh: yuo x iron bull

[queerbuckleys]

Um, I’ll take presumed death dispatch fire au because 👀👀👀.

this one is getting lots of attention lmao, also for the 2 anons <3

this one is based on a post that i lost 😭😔 so i have to find that before i post, and its still in a very rough draft state but the premise is basically that buck thinks eddie is in the building and cant find him, so its the first time he thinks he gives up on him cause he has to save himself for chris. this snippet is pretty much the best part of what ive written so far so we'll see what happens next ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

As soon as he reaches fresh air he tears off his scba and collapses to the ground. Breath heaving, every corner of his body becoming numb. 

“Buck-” Hen tries gently, 

“Don’t, please, don’t touch me, I can’t. Please.” he feels like he’s drowning, drowning in sea water, in his own blood, and yet nothing feels real. 

“Oh god I can’t do it. I can’t. No no, I can’t. He was wrong. I’m never going to be able to- not without him. But now I have to,” everything turns to incomprehensible sobs as he tries to keep his body from floating away. 

“Buck?” 

“Nonononono that’s not real. He’s gone. That’s not real, that’s not real.” he presses his hands into his temples, 

“Buck, I need you to breathe for me, can you look at me? Buck please?” Eddie’s voice pleads, and then his hands are over his, gently prying fingers from his hair. 

“Eddie?” 

“I’m right here. Im right here Buck.”

“I’m gonna open my eyes and it’s really going to be you right? Because if not I-” a thumb brushes just under his eye, he slowly opens them meeting the soft brown that he thought he would never see again, holding every worry. And he can’t breathe again. 

“Hey, hey, hey, I’m safe, you are safe, Chris is safe. Everyone’s safe. He whispers, one hand rubbing circles into his back, the other holding his neck, like he does for Chris. 

“I wanted to go with you. I wanted to stay. Go together. And you weren’t- But I got myself out. For Chris. And you weren’t-” 

“I’m so sorry, Buck, look at me,” he gently pulls Buck’s face where it is buried in the soft fleece now tear stained, “I’m right here. And you are right here. We’re okay.” Eddie presses a small kiss into Buck’s hair as he stares at the remnants of his safe haven. Where he ran to. And a few tears cascade down his cheeks.

#ask aj and they answer #fleurdebeton #snippets #em 🌼 #anon #also i wrote that line before boston #so now its fucking worse

[the-blind-geisha]

Out of the fics you have been working on recently, do you have a favorite one that you enjoy working on the most?

Hey there~♥

Oof, that's a hard one, really. xD

I honestly think Devil's Contract is my favorite just because it's helped me get through some rough times during last year. Ironically, I was in a relationship with a guy who introduced me to Overlord, but that guy ended up being not so great (we'll say to spare folks), and it spawned Dancing with the Devil and Devil's Contract for me to cope. ♥ Then COVID made me scared I'd lose my job I'd been at for 9 years (10 now), so I used it to distract myself and take control over the bad in my life.

I also realized that some folks are like me too--they want to read a bad situation and hold hope in their hearts it will get better just like I do. So, I continue to write it for myself and them even if it has a... history with it in the fandom where a person is a bit hyper sensitive of its existence. ♥ I update it sparingly because of this, mind you, as I know the person is still creeping about.

But out of all my Overlord fanfics, it is my most popular with 114 subs to it and 125 bookmarks. (A majority are private if you couldn't guess) XD But I am still blown away by the reception of it. I would hazard a guess that 60% of the readers don't know who Demiurge is. x'D They are just tag surfing. I don't mind that at all, haha. ♥

In Another Life, We Could Have Been Lovers is pretty enjoyable so far as I feel I can be forward about a lot of things I feel are wrong with people and the world in general. (We'll get to that eventually LOL) But I just like writing a 'what if' Demi who shows what he does to those who are loyal to him and Nazarick--he's sweet and loving and will protect you. But if you hurt him or those he cares for, he won't be kind.

The Tome of Ashurbanipal was my attempt to get my Supreme Being ideas finally down and on paper. I was actually a bit swayed away from the idea of making one, because I felt the fandom had so many. There was no way I could create one that would feel unique or interesting to read as those types are already done and dusted. So instead of making a linear story about it, I decided snippets should be fine as well as any other random ideas that pop into my head. I have debated a modern day Demiurge in that collection of drabbles who acts yandere af, but we'll see. xD I still love using this fic for my 'I have nowhere to go with this' idea collection.

I think the moment I found out Ashurbanipal has fanfics written by the Supreme Beings made me too happy. X"D Then I was like 'yeah, but what if the NPCs wrote some too?' So I just wager this is Demiurge's collection of 'what ifs' and the like as well. Him fantasizing about his struggles to be with the Supreme Being and other things to take out his frustrations of not getting her. It's why the story isn't linear as it reads more like his fanfic diary. LOL

I would say so far, those are my three enjoyable ones but Contract is my most favorite out of all of them. Amnesia I am struggling a bit, but I am trying to keep going to at least finish it as I hate leaving things unfinished! x'D It's so funny. I have Amnesia plotted out from beginning to end, but oof is it hard for me to focus on for some reason.

Thank you for the ask!

#nothing but crazy af demiurge content here #i have no life but demiurge #it's just him now LOL #thanks for the ask lovely! #demiurge/mc #demiurge/reader #demiurge overlord #overlord fanfics #overlord #overlord anime #anime overlord #mod answers #lovelyluna343

[yuujies]

aiyo it's ass anon!!! guess who pulled a couple of redbulls because they're mad finished the fic!!! guess it also applies as a late birthday gift lmao at this point (also, i kinda saw the post you made, and i sincerely hope you're feeling better soon. things may be rough rn but we'll get through this with the power of god and anime on our side!!)

anyway the main reason i'm writing this message is to wish like,, a final goodbye to you lmao. the fic's going to be released soon, and i just wanted to thank you for taking everything in stride even when i was super indecisive with things and like.. completely going along wth my jokes which most people don't do!! and you're a super great person and i genuinely hope you have a great holiday (hopefully along with the fic though fair warning it's a bit angsty lol) <3

anyway!! one last snippet (or 2 technically lol) to round it off nicely <3

"And the truth is that he thinks a lot when he's around him—how Suguru will never get tired of seeing the sweet smile that tugs at Satoru's mouth when he spots him, how his voice often settles like a slave in his chest, how he'll never stop marvelling at how he's not afraid, not worried about the prophecy, not worried about anything."

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"That night, as they both lay under the covers (together, covered by a mere blanket which isn't able to hold all the potential, all the dreams placed upon them both, chaining them), there is little talk - little touches make up the space between them, Suguru's soft hands burrowing their way into Satoru's infinity. It’s a cool night, but he’s warm, like he always is, like he’s made of sunlight."

~~ your animanga secret santa (have a great night // day!!)

Mmmm angsty. I'm loving these snippets aaah and do not currently have the mental capacity to say more but my brain is just saying 'ooh we like this'.

Luckily because my birthday is so close to Christmas it just morphs in my head to a generic birthday period - and at least gives me something to do in the week between Christmas and New year's. Apparently it's a weird week to most people which I kind of get but escape from slightly.

Oh life is always up and down but I did purchase many books today that I have been wanting, and I am currently watching Cowboy Bebop and I want to gif it!!!!!!!!! But I can't because I'm at my parents house and I am not lugging my pc with me.

I don't have an ao3 account I'm afraid! Should get around to making one sometime so that I can bookmark things... And honestly again I'm just honoured someone is making something with me at least partially in mind I am not going to start demanding things (I have to deal with that enough at work hah with customers)

#ask #ass anon #im going to bed soon tho mmmm sleepy

[jaz-rites]

Trash Prince Snippet - Weaver

Hey, y'all. Just an update:

Remember how much confidence I had yesterday when I was like, "come back tomorrow for a new chapter!" yeah, haha... well... I was wrong! Oop. We just have a snippet today. We're actually drawing to the end of what I have pre-written for Trash Prince, so my posts may get less consistent from here-- I may not post every day, some days may have shorter posts, and it's likely this is the end of my attempt at chronological storytelling. We're in the thick of NaNoWriMo now, and burnout may or may not be nigh. We shall see. I hope you'll stick with me through the roughness of this draft.

Anyway, here's a snippet of Riley talking to her ethereal spider mom.

(Here's a link to the previous Part

Here's a link to the beginning of Trash Prince)

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Riley settled into repose after the pain in her eye and ear stretched moments to eternity, exhausting her energy reserves. Relief washed her consciousness away in one wave. She felt the ground beneath her body and settled her awareness into it, until dreamy colors swirled into the focused darkness behind her eyes, and she awoke into a garden, rocking gently in a hammock. Light glinted on the dewy web above her, and long legs radiated out from its center, a spider of every color resting there.

"Oh, hey, Mom." Riley greeted.

"Heya, Boo. I saw what happened with Deadly." The Weaver's voices creaked like tickled fiddles. "I want to teach you something that might help."

"Aww, thanks. That's really sweet of you." Riley beamed.

"Of course, Boo, but hey, no more star deals with Deadly after this, okay? It's much harder to tread between if you've been made to pick a side." The Weaver dropped down to Riley, stepping over her ear, unimpeded by the net of the hammock cradling her child's head. From each point where the spider's legs rested, Riley's awareness drew out, as though there was spidersilk attached to the side of her skull, strung taut into her nerves. The Weaver [walked a little bit out into the web she'd woven] and plucked a point, sending a vibration which Riley felt even into her neck and shoulder.

Satisfied with her work, she darted back to the center of her web in a bright flash. "The Land is your web, my Spiderling. She will alert you when something draws close, so take care to listen."

"Thank you, Mom." Riley breathed deeply, letting her eyes drift closed as she explored her expanded experience. After a moment, she asked, "Do you think we'll make it? To Andrius's goal, I mean. Or did I just doom myself by accepting this responsibility?"

The Weaver laughed, hissing voices overlapping like a sigh. "Oh, Spiderling. You will need every tool you have, but you have every tool you need. [I trust your creativity will serve you invaluably.]"

It sounded like a challenge, but the hints of validation uncurled the fingers of fear from around Riley's heart. A smile drifted across her lips, and she opened her eyes to the glittering rainbow given structure.

Riley felt something on her right side, very close, and she woke with a sharp breath. Snoozing next to her, his cheek resting on the back of his hand on his propped-up knee, was Andrius, with a black housefly in his moon-blessed hair. His eyes fluttered open, irises of cyan on a solid backdrop of cerulean, and met her gaze, which flicked immediately to the pinks and corals of the morning light starting to stream into the tent.

"Good morning," Riley uttered, a greeting echoed by the Prince.

"Are you still in pain?" he asked.

She checked in with herself. Her right eye felt heavy in her skull, and the web sense granted by the Weaver shivered across the back of her neck, but nothing particularly hurt anymore. "...No," she reported.

Andrius released the breath he had been holding. "Good." Without further comment, he stood, and tied back the tapestry for the morning mist giving way to sunbeams.

Riley sat up slowly, massaging her eyebrows, and realized she was still in Melissa's tent. "Some night, huh?" she asked, only a little rhetorically. "How long have you been… uh… awake?"

"Only a few rounds. Melissa has gone to help with breakfast, and Matilda is with Mirabelle learning first aid." Andrius answered. "As far as I know, we're to set off by this afternoon."

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The next scene I post tomorrow will be an amalgamation of several slow days' writing, and I have notes to have at least one other scene before it that will be written later, when I'm done writing the scenes I have more motivation to write. So yeah. Wave bye to the linear chronology! OK Byyeee!

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[frivery]

Hey, it's Alusair's 7th birthday since it is technically May the 17th where I am! Happy Birthday to him, he's been a lot of different things in his lifetime. This prompt has a POV of Alusair with a supporting cast of Eki and Constantine, it takes place in the middle of this piece of the main storyline. Rather short lore snippet.

Half of the old Council. I wonder how Alusair would feel about this goodbye if he knew what happens to Eki later on.

"We leave." Alusair had said, voice deep and rough in his throat from another night of restless sleep. The half-orc looked out over the table at the familiar faces of the rest of the Council as he spoke. The icy blues of the boy-King widened slightly at him, eyes flickering over him in an uncertain and uncomfortable way.

"We can't just leave-" Brigan responded, tone aloof but Alusair could see the small furrow in his brows. He had known the golden, slippery, elf long enough to notice the disagreement on his features. "-the King and Queen made it clear in their missive that they wanted us to help the new King.”

"What they made clear is that they have no respect for us. If they had truly valued our input, our experience, they would have been willing to tell us they were ditching to our faces. They were cowards in how they left, and I will not stoop to taking orders from a hatchling. You may stay if you wish to, Brigan, but I value myself better than that." Alusair kept his voice equally as cold as the Spymaster, turning away from the eyes of the Council and calmly handing the broken-stamped missive to the boy-King before leaving the council room.

He couldn't believe that Valenin had so little respect for him as to not even tell them to their faces that he was leaving... to go to war no less. Alusair had stood at the King's side for several years now, he and Constantine had fought with him side-by-side in the name of empowering their fledging Kingdom, and he couldn't even be bothered to say his farewell in his own voice. Fuck, he was sure that Vinren had been the one to write it too. The half-orc's body was tense, but the sound of light and familiar steps dragged him half-way out of his thoughts.

"What do we do now?" not Constantine, she was not the type to be helpless, but Eki. Their voice wavering, a small whine, they had been the most recent addition to the Council but Alusair couldn't say that they didn't do their job well.

"Surely, you have other prospects, Eki? There must be some halfling kingdom out there that could use you." the pink-tinted goblin offered, but her tone was not unlike his own in sternness.

"I... yes, but is this it?"

"What do you mean?" Alusair cut in, throwing a narrow-eyed look at the much smaller beings as he slowed his pace, voice rough and short.

"I mean... is this where we all go our separate ways? I know we've all argued but... the Council was like family." silence hung on the air after their words, causing the pale creature to flinch and quickly add "A-at least, it felt that way to me."

"And where would the three of us even go together? Brigan and Phatom aren't leaving, we're already split. Me and Alusair are warriors... you can't even hold a butter knife without cutting yourself on the edge."

Eki seemed to deflate at the goblin's words, stern and honest, the half-orc took a short breath and ran his hands through his hair, the glint of his pearl-patched wounds catching on the sun filtering through the stone-framed windows.

"It would be better if we split. You aren't cut out for keeping up with us outside of the kingdom." if the halfling could be more disappointed he'd be very surprised.

"I... guess this is goodbye, then. I will... I will miss the few years we all had together." they pulled their voice together, collected, standing at their full though short height and bowing briefly before quickly leaving Constantine and Alusair in the hallway.

"Yeah... I suppose this is goodbye, isn't it? I honestly thought that was only going to happen when one of us died out there. We've worked together since before we even met those Royal assholes."

"I'm sure we'll meet on a battlefield again someday, Constantine. People like us tend to be drawn to the same places." the goblin nodded in agreement, a thoughtful look on her face.

"Then I won't say goodbye, just... see you around. Watch out for yourself, Alusair."

"And you." he responded shortly, allowing Constantine to similarly leave like Eki had. Strange, he had gotten so used to being around these people over the years. It would take a few days to wake up and truly understand that he'd never see any of them again.

"Ah, what luck. Alusair, a word?" ugh, the half-orc cursed under his breath before turning to look down at the elf that was now standing off to his left.

"I'm not going to change my mind, Brigan, so don't waste your breath on trying to convince me otherwise."

"I wasn't going to, I know how stubborn you can be. A proposal, actually, if you would indulge me." the half-orc lifted an eyebrow, shifting his weight so he was turned to more fully give the Spymaster his attention.

"What is it?" he prompted after the silence lasted a moment too long.

"I know you don't want to be on the council-" "Brigan" "- any longer, and that's not what I'm suggesting, but are you completely deadset on leaving the kingdom entirely?" there was a cunning glint in the elf's eyes, a smile that made Alusair cross his arms on reflex. Defensive.

".... Continue."

"Would you be so opposed to, say, becoming our Guard Captain? I know how close you are with so many of our old soldiers, and how much they respect you. You'd have no need to speak with the young King and you'd be able to keep all the... luxuries that being a Council member provides." Alusair remained silent for a long time after the offer, rubbing his rough and calloused hand across his jaw as he thought. Brigan was like a cat, laying in wait, more than willing to patiently watch him while absentmindedly checking his gold-painted nails.

He had to admit that the benefits to being a council member were many... and if he was no longer directly assisting the crown he could still not give in to be so easily slighted. If things turned sour he could just leave, this kingdom had not his loyalty any longer.

"You know I'm not going to turn that down." he grumbled to the elf, who sent him a sharp and self-pleased smile.

"Fantastic, thank you for being so willing to hear me out, Guard-Captain."

"Yeah, don't mention it. I'll get you a report on the state of the Guard in a couple days."

#fr lore