#this is such a cute little snippet

[subtle-as-an-earthquake]

"It's quite hard to blow that trumpet... but I'll give it a go." [x]

#this is such a cute little snippet #he's too humble for his own good #also hilarious #the way matt snorts when he says that #<333 #and he is so beautiful??? 😭 #that perfect face #the little diamond 💎 #his skin is flawless #how did that happen #he's literally glowing this mf #such a stunner #alex turner #arctic monkeys #my gifs

[wikiangela]

wip wednesday🎄

tagged by @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove

i wasn't gonna post anything but i wrote quite a lot today and need validation lmao (I think I might be about halfway done but who knows, it always gets away from me haha) today some buckley siblings feels, and hopefully soon ill get to the fluffy christmas part haha

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"(...) I used to make stuff for Maddie, and then when I was older I would save money to buy her something small and mostly symbolic.” he glances at Eddie. There’s a mix of bittersweet nostalgia and sadness on his face. “She made all my Christmases bearable, and after she left-” he stops abruptly and quietly clears his throat. When he speaks again, he doesn’t finish the sentence. Eddie wants to ask, but he figures Buck will share what he’s comfortable sharing, he doesn’t want to push. “But that was the one thing I wanted so badly, more than anything, more than any cool toys or- or anything,” he chuckles again, “and Maddie tried to give it to me, and she got in trouble for it. So after that, I just never asked again.”

“Buck.” Eddie says softly, wishing he could do anything to make it better, to fucking go back in time and give Buck all the Christmases he ever dreamt about.

“But I always wished-” Buck continues, then glances at Eddie nervously. 

“Wished what?” Eddie’s thumb softly swipes along Buck’s neck and jawline, as far as he can reach. He just wants to comfort him somehow, and at the moment this is the only way he knows how, just a comforting touch, being there, listening.

“That one day, when I grew up,” Buck looks down at his lap again, his voice getting even quieter, “I’d have my own family and I’m gonna do matching Christmas sweaters every single year, and take tons of pictures of us all together, and-” he pauses again, and, with a teary laugh, raises his hand to wipe at his eyes. Eddie wants to wrap him in his arms and hold him. (...) “But it doesn’t matter, I don’t-” Buck shakes his head, and leans away from Eddie’s touch. Eddie aches to keep touching him, to reach out and follow, but he respects that clearly that’s not what Buck wants anymore, that’s fine. “I don’t have my own family yet, so it doesn't matter. Let’s just drop it.” he says, tone decisive, face red, eyes glued to the screen again. 

Eddie frowns. What the hell is Buck talking about? He has a family, right here.

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no pressure tags: @elvensorceress @gaydiaz @diazass @thebravebitch @silentxxsoul @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @arthursdent @911onabc @spagheddiediaz @housewifebuck @rogerzsteven @watchyourbuck @honestlydarkprincess @underwater-ninja-13 @eowon @weewootruck @loserdiaz @evanbegins @steadfastsaturnsrings @ladydorian05 @malewifediaz @pirrusstuff @theotherbuckley @911-on-abc @hoodie-buck @wildlife4life @fortheloveofbuddie @nmcggg @diazpatcher @jesuisici33 @lover-of-mine @giddyupbuck @spotsandsocks @exhuastedpigeon @buckaroosheart @hippolotamus @king-buckley @callmenewbie @jeeyuns @disasterbuckdiaz @monsterrae1 @thewolvesof1998 @jamespearce9-1-1 @daffi-990

#wip wednesday #buddie christmas fic #took out a few sentences from this snippet bc it was too long lol #it was mostly about buck loving to take pics and keep photo albums etc #and eddie wondering if his parents ever even took any pics of him when he was little or if the few he has are bc of maddie #bc ngl i wonder about that way too often #and I have like 5 albums of just my pics from my childhood and i love it and i think buck'd love that and he'd make sure chris has that lol #idk buck's childhood is something i think about so fucking much and it's so sad and im projecting my anger toward the buckleys onto eddie #this fic was supposed to be cute and fluffy with a sprinkle of sad but so far it's all sad with a bit of fluffy oops haha #fic snippet #buddie #buddie fic #buddie wip #wikiangela writes #my writing #my wips

[bardicious]

Nightwing (2016) #110

All adorable Damian moments.

#A Robin Triumphs on Mount Olympia #dc comics #comics #damian wayne #robin #nightwing #jon kent #so far this is the best cute damian moments I can find - Im moving backwards for nightwing #you get how crazy that is? #this whole fucking issue is worse than a majority of fanfics #like??? WHAT?? #its basically a giant meme - I hate this place - imma keep bitching in the tags as a treat for myself #hope you like the little damian snippets - I tried looking for comic panels on tumblr #and it did NOT work out #no one was posting shit - which fair #half the people in the fanart area are coping and stuck in 2009-2013 #much like myself

[plistommy]

”Morning, princess,” Eddie whistled and took two long strides towards him before he was almost dangerously close to leaning onto Steve’s car.

He wouldn’t dare.

”Why are you here?” Steve bit out, not caring about how angry he sounded. He was mad.

Eddie laughed at him, those dimples of him coming on full display and it made Steve sick to his stomach.

”You don’t know? Unfortunately, the lil ol’ me didn't graduate last year, so, you’re gonna be stuck with me in this shit hole,” he took a slow step forward, blowing smoke onto Steve’s face which made him almost cough.

Almost.

”But, I didn’t think you’d mind, right?” Eddie lowered his voice, ”Can’t let go of me yet, sweetheart.”

Oh, Steve wanted to punch him. He has never wanted to punch anyone this badly, not even Jonathan Byers.

But, he kept his cool.

He knew how to play this game as well.

”You’re right. I don’t mind,” He got out, taking a step closer to Eddie which made the older boy smile even more. It was always a sick game to him, wanting to just rile Steve up. And he did, with his existence alone.

But Steve got his own tricks and he knew how to use them against Eddie.

”Actually, I’m really pleased,” He said, batting those big eyes of his and it almost made him wanna laugh when Eddie’s smile faltered, ”I was… scared when I thought I had to be here without you. Honestly, I think I even missed you.”

It was all a bunch of crap, things Steve wouldn’t just go on and say, but he knew how those things made Eddie feel. He knew the freak had some sort of obsession with him and had had it ever since Steve came to the same middle school as him.

He’d stare at Steve in the hallways, eyes so big and unsettling with his buzzed head. It was like anywhere Steve would go, Eddie was somewhere there just lingering around.

It wasn’t until high school when he finally got the balls to speak to Steve. Or more like bully him. But Steve had tried to ignore him the best he could.

It got more rougher once Steve started to gain some popularity and he - Carol’s words, not his - ’blossomed’ out. Eddie seemed to never leave him alone after that.

He was like that to everyone though, but mostly towards Steve.

So, Steve knew him. Quite well. It wasn’t gonna be hard to play his cards against him.

”Is that so?” Eddie whispered and Steve all but nodded with a sweet smile.

”Uh-huh,” Steve took the cigarette from him, putting it between his lips instead and took a long drag.

Eddie just stared at him, mouth a little agape when Steve blew the smoke out with a soft moan, ”You always got the best stuff, Munson. Always know how to make me feel so good.”

He let out a soft whine at the end, just for fun. And it seemed to be the right move as Eddie suddenly snatched the cigarette from him and leaned close to his ear, voice rough and desperate.

”Let me fuck you, Steve. Right now.”

Ah.

Steve just smiled sweetly.

Seems like their little dance hadn’t ended after all.

”Thought that was finished, Munson.”

”I’m still here, aren’t I?” Eddie said, voice a little huskier ”Baby, please.”

Read here 🔥

#Little snippet for my one shot at ao3 now! #s2 steddie #IDK WHY IM WRITING SO MUCH LATELY SIGH #ENJOY LOL #I’m really vibing with Steddie right now Like damn I love writing them so much #cute boys #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #fanfic #steddie fanfic #steddie fandom #my writing #ao3 #fanfiction

[crimsongrimoire]

wrio holding an umbrella over neuvi is cute and all but i think it'd be cuter if neuvi explained to him no i like the rain actually im out here on purpose. and wrio went oh cool have fun with your immersion therapy ill keep you company and walk you home after you're done

#genshin #crow.txt #snippets #wriolette #fluff #sfw #the umbrella thing is cute and all but itd be cuter To Me if he respected the fact that neuvi is doing it on purpose alright #let him have his weird little idiot in the rain time okay. hes decompressing. hes vibing #moisturized in his lane thriving flourishing etc etc etc #does wrio particularly also want to be drenched and cold? no but he'll still stand nearby so lonely dragon isnt so lonely #he can come under the umbrella when hes done vibing #he needs his water time and wrio understands and respects this. let him have his water time

[wishfulsketching]

OOO I’m so happy to see some new doodles of Long Min and Lu Zhen TT^TT

Smth about them just makes me wanna giggle and kick my feet

dslkofdjfolkj Anon ;______; ANOOOOON....!! You have single-handedly boosted our confidence in our work like 200% ifudhdioguh

Thank you ;____;ojndoidfnoimfndosd here's a doodle

#my art #sketchy sketch #my oc #original character #answering stuff #iusho<iosdfjh #sdoijfoijsdfoijsd #doifjsofij we freaked out on discord instantly dsoihsio #there might be little text snippets soon in the future #oidsjoifjdsoifj #pllllrlrhhrh anon likes our silly OCs ;_____; #Long Mins eyes work in fantasy cat eye logic: him happy etc his pupils get bigger #why because its cute shh no it doesnt make sense shhhhh

[cavinginhisfvce]

just a small snippet of my Little!Jey story. it's a lil angsty, but also cute. i haven't yet figured out who i want his caregiver to be, but it's getting too long so i have to decide soon. lmao

He just wanted Jimmy, or even Solo. He wanted Roman, who was unpleasant to be around unless Jey was Little, because he would protect the boy from the terrors of backstage and his own mind.

He wanted his brothers, Roman included, to wrap him up in their arms and tell him he was okay! He just needed the assurance that everything was alright…but, no one on RAW knew Jey was a Little.

Even though they were widely known about, and accepted, Jey had no friends on the caregiver spectrum on Raw, at least none he knew of.

Legally all businesses were required to have a space dedicated to any employees who were Little in case of a drop, but going down to that center was going against everything Jey held close to his heart in relation to his classification. 

No unknown caretakers.

They had to be friends. They had to be approved. 

In the realm of trusted friends, he had Sami, but Sami was also a Little. And his caregiver didn't even like Jey! So the boy couldn't be sure Kevin would accept him, even if for a moment. He wasn't unkind to Littles, that was something Jey knew for sure. But given his history with the other, he wasn't sure if that kindness would be extended to him.

It hadn't felt like it the first few weeks, but Jey was utterly alone on the RAW roster. With more enemies than friends littering the halls, Jey couldn't afford to be so vulnerable with no one watching his back.

He knows he can't go to Cody, because going to him means telling him of his classification, and for some reason that thought alone scared the shit out of Jey.

#jey uso #cody rhodes #sami zayn #kevin owens #wwe #jey uso fanfiction #Little!Jey Uso #jey uso is a baby tbh #Little!Sami Zayn #Caregiver!Jimmy Uso #Caregiver! Roman Reigns #Neutral!Solo Sikoa #jimmy uso #roman reigns #solo sikoa #age regressor jey uso #jey is a cry baby in this but in a cute way #jey uso fic #wwe fanfiction #fanfic snippet

[mudstoneabyss]

why does nobody talk about how he can do this

#also sorry even in this little snippet. they're so cute i love them #joyousposting

[skitskatdacat63]

I don't wanna go to school for the rest of this week, I just want to watch testing for hours on end 😭😭

#speaking of testing !! #my dad is so cute. he wants to force his students to watch testing djfjkg #hes so excited to watch it 😭 hes never seen any session before #and now i wish i could watch all of them :/ #ig i could watch the archive #but theres smrh about watching them live and catching little snippets of your guys #lets see how much i can watch aahhhhh #tho I'm free on friday so ig that'll be good #catie.rambling.txt

[kakusu-shipping]

The Ideal polycule in Work, Around the House, and Date outfits

#Emile's Arts #Teruteru #Koro-Sensei #Fatgum #I really wanted to do MORE art for this takeover #I was gonna draw the reaction images and have Koro 'Leak' little snippets of the house and day to day life throughout the month #but my god y'all #I do not have spoons I keep thinking I do and then I draw for an hour and feel like Death #Which is REALLY stupid in my opinion #This took me about 5 hours over all most of it was spent figuring out modern guy fashion #If it was up to me all three date outfits would be dresses I promise #Koro-Sensei'l little moon space dress is so freaken cute with the cardigan and belt #I love him he was the easiest took the least time #I fought with myself for half an hour about putting Teru in a sweater and eventually caved and sweatered him up #I wanted him to dress different but I cannot stop the allure that is Turtle Neck and Blazer #On point like a lazer in him turtle neck and blazer #and scarf to add layering and color #Taishiro took the longest though at 2 hours #The only thought I had going into his outfits was I wanted to keep the hoodie aspect #Becuase he just seems like the guy to always have a coat #He's not like cold he's just comforted by hoodie #Koro-Sensei again was easy 30 minutes I took the longest on the cat ears of his gamer time hoodie #because just his Gamer Girl hoodie wasn't enough #He has many many gamer hoodies and never wears pants #And I love that for him #Anyway midway through this week I'm gonna try to up the amount of art I do #So this week might be a little slow starting as I charge up for it #I have a big ask game for tommorrow and Tuesday though and I'll try to be more on top of asks! #Thankyou everyone again for participating in this Takeover #I just wanted to spend a little more time focusing on these three and their tags were just... always empty?

[direwombat]

what would your oc sing at karaoke night?

If your OC was at a karaoke night, what would be their go-to song? Would they even partake?

Include a snippet if you want!

tagged by @g0dspeeed, @inafieldofdaisies, @strafethesesinners, and @socially-awkward-skeleton (tysm this is a fun game!)

tagging @strangefable, @detectivelokis, @sstewyhosseini, @poetikat, @schoute, @confidentandgood, @aceghosts, @fourlittleseedlings, @adelaidedrubman, @henbased, @purplehairsecretlair, @wrathfulrook, @inquisitors-grave, @trench-rot, @gaeadene, @locustandwildhoney, @jacobsneed, @river-ward, @roofgeese, @cassietrn, @neverthesameneveranother, @sukoshimikan, @deputyash, @harmonyowl, @voidika, @vampireninjabunnies-blog, @madparadoxum, @euryalex, @clonesupport, @ivymarquis, uuuh i think that's everyone but if i was dumb and forgor someone, i am tagging anyone else who wants to play!

English translation (approx): Slip me through your fingers and then burn me Consume me for you, be only smoke When you're in this world where your dreams take you I would like to be blonde like an American To be sweet and wise or sweet Take you on my cloud of smoke love is like a cigarette It burns and it goes to your head When we can't do without It all goes up in smoke love is like a cigarette It's burning like a match It stings the eyes, it makes you cry And it goes up in smoke

Sybille almost didn’t go. 

Karaoke night at the Spread Eagle has always been low on her list of priorities. Even more so since the Reaping began. But after spending almost three weeks in the Whitetails undercover as one of Jacob’s Chosen — in a place where weekly cage fights are what counts as recreational fun — she can’t deny the appeal of getting drunk and singing off-key with a bunch of strangers. 

Besides, Joey loves it, and she feels a little guilty for neglecting her the way she has. 

She sits at the bar beside her girlfriend, cheering Nick and Kim on as they wrap up their third power ballad. 

“Your turn,” Joey says, giving her a gentle shoulder bump. “Oh, come on,” she scoffs when Sybille shakes her head. “You’ve got a decent voice — better than most of the people here, anyways. Get up there!”

“You know I hate bein’ at the center of attention,” she argues. “B’sides, music I listen to ain’t got words.” 

Joey laughs. “Okay, first of all: bullshit — you and I have rocked out to Zeppelin in the cruiser more times than I can count —”

“Radio’s different!” Sybille interjects. 

“— Second,” Joey continues, waving the neck of her beer bottle emphatically, “the song doesn’t have to be in English. It just has to pre-date 1985.” 

Sybille lifts a skeptical brow, and when all Joey does is nod, she redirects it toward Mary May who’s wiping the counter nearby. “You got any French shit?” she asks. 

“Probably,” she shrugs. “Check the catalog.” 

Sliding off the bars tool, Sybille says, “If all they got is Édith Piaf, I ain’t goin’ up there,” before striding over to the jukebox catalog. She’s astonished to find as wide a selection of French songs as she does, and after finding a track she remembers playing on her maman’s record player, she walks onto the small stage and takes the microphone. 

But as the lyrics fall from her tongue, it isn’t Joey they make her think of, but rather the man who, last she saw, had allowed her to walk away, completely free without any sort of fight whatsoever.

#realistically would the spread eagle have this song in their jukebox? no #but for funsies i say it does :) #because syb listens to like three genres of music #jazz (75% of the time). dad rock (15%). and yé-yé (10%) because her mom played that music a lot #oc: deputy sybille la roux #a little bit of cute sybjoey in that snippet before i make it angsty because who am i without angst? #my writing #my fic #Spotify

[inafieldofdaisies]

18. bear hugs

For Mary May and Cal (with Zorro maybe?) <3

Prompt from this post.

Mary May followed what could barely be called a path snaking through the woods, her eyes periodically darting down to the crudely drawn map Calahan had left for her. "I will be waiting, Angel." was scribbled next to an X marking what he deemed his favorite fishing spot that as far she could tell wasn't any of the ones the locals frequented. Multiple times she questioned her decision to come at all, trying to convince herself to turn around and trek back to her truck before she would inevitably lose daylight and end up completely lost. "This is dumb. Foolish as hell.", she mumbled out loud, her frown deepening as she navigated the rough terrain, "And Casey from all people is manning the bar. It would be a miracle if it's still standing when I return." Yet no matter how many times she reminded herself John's men could choose that exact moment to make another move, a part of her that always took over against her better judgment anytime Hartley was around, pulled her forward like a niddle of a compass, like she could feel him near and was drawn to find him at any cost. Compass- another thing she wished she had taken with her along with a goddamned flashlight. For a second she contemplated calling out for Calahan, sensing she must be getting closer to the place he was supposed to be waiting for her at, then she decided against the idea, worrying about drawing the attention of any Peggies that knowing her luck, could be lurking in the woods. "Should have brought my shotgun. Fucking stupid… leaving it in my truck, because 'who the fuck brings a shotgun to a date'?", her hands clutched the map tighter when she heard twings snapping somewhere to her left that made her pick up her pace.

Just when she was about to spin on her heel and completely give up on Calahan's reckless plan, the path finally opened up to quite the breathtaking view, especially with the sun beginning to set: a shoreline of a small lake that John by some miracle still hadn't stained with a Baptism spot. "Rookie?", she hollered as she shoved the map into her back pocket and scanned the area for any signs of life, "Cal? You better not have sent me on a wild goose chase, I swear I won't let you leave it down." Then a sight made her release the breath she was holding as she got confirmation she was where she was supposed to be: a raccoon emerged from one of the overgrown shrubs ahead of her, its small head twisting to look her way. "Zorro, bud.", Mary May rushed to cover the distance that separated them in case Zorro decided to play hide and seek like his human father, "Where did your daddy go? Don't tell me he got into trouble…" The second the words left her mouth, arms wrapped around her from behind and enveloped her in a bear hug, a chuckle breezing over her skin before Calahan smushed his cheek to hers, "I'm right here, Angel. Was starting to think you won't show and it would be just me and Zorro again." There was a note of vulnerability to his playful tone, causing her heart to skip a breath as she covered his hands with her own, and their fingers intertwined. Zorro followed suit, paws encircling her leg, "Your little map and note certainly piqued my interest." Calahan swayed lightly, and she tried to stop herself from melting into his body when his lips brushed over her cheek, "I knew mystery would do the trick. How do you like my favorite place in the Valley?" "It's… peaceful. Almost like there's no war going.", Mary May muttered slowly, wishing she hadn't asked the next question the moment it escaped her, "You bring other girls here?" He let out a deep laugh, making the ugly feeling inside her fester further. Jealousy. "Never mind, Rookie.", her attempt to shrug off his hug was unsuccessful as he held on then as swiftly as he had embraced he twirled her around to face him, hands coming to rest on the small of her back.

"Calahan." "What?" He smirked, "That's my name, Mary May. You back to actin' all disinterested? Calling me Rookie?" Mary May shifted her eyes to a spot on his shoulder, annoyance swooping in at how easy he was able to read her and how satisfied he seemed with that ability. "Jealousy, Angel, not something I ever imagined from you. But damn, if it's not addicting… You know why? It means you care for me." His hand cupped her face and forced her to raise her gaze back to his before he continued, "Just my favorite people, Mary May. You, my son, my boys, Sabrina. Made the mistake to drag Pratt here once, kept complaining he couldn't catch any fish, the fucker." A couple of beats passed where she found herself unable to stop herself from returning his smile, "Damn it, Cal." "What?", Calahan asked in amusement. "I wish I hadn't… waited so long." His thumb storked her cheek as he nodded knowingly, "Me too. Come now, the view's about to get even better when the sun dips completely." He grasped her hand, leading her down the shore until they stopped at a blanket, one he had no doubt taken from her closet, on top of it was an old picnic basket, another thing of hers. She lowered herself to sit next to him as he started to pull out food and laying it down on the free space, "Let me guess, you rummaged through my fridge, too?" "Nope. Well, kind of... Drinks are on you, yes... but", he offered her a cheeky grin, "Dinner's on John tonight." Mary May raised an eyebrow, making him add, "I looted one of his trucks on the way. Don't worry, I left him a little thank you note." "Of course you did." She leaned her head on his shoulder as they watched the sunset with Zorro nestling comfortably at her feet. For the first time in a long while, she realized she felt… happy and as much as she hated to admit it - it scared her, because in her experience the rare feeling never lasted. John Seed always managed to slip in at those moments and destroy any source of happiness. Her calm life before the Project. Her family. Her father's business. The fragile peace that held on for surprisingly too long in his region. Yes, she was afraid. Afraid he'd take Calahan away from her, too.

#THEY ARE CUTE. Ain't they ❤️❤️❤️ #gah look at me managing to make shite angsty right at the end... 💀 #but also imagine John's face when he reads Cal's ty note about supplying food for their little date.. ❤️ #ty for the ask <3 #oc: calahan hartley #calahan x mary may #ship: the daredevil and the anchor #calahan hartley x mary may fairgrave #mary may fairgrave #fc5 ocs #fc5 deputy #wip: in hope of tomorrow #far cry 5 oc #far cry 5 deputy #ask prompt #my ships #prompt asks #prompt snippet #dialogue snippet #ship dynamics #ship ask game #ocs #wip snippet

[finefett]

From the Allspark Almanac II

#shut upppp 😭😭😭😭 blurr dug and me together seldom disagree😭😭 #that is so adorable idc idc i love their friendship its so cute #speech pattern besties #blurr #tfa blurr #wheelie #tfa wheelie #tfa #transformers animated #not star wars posts #i very much wish we had more official content abt blurr because he is so interesting based off these little snippets #like kind of snobby about his speed but a little bit of an outcast with his friends due to their different speech patterns #i'm in love rn #so good

[sylix-royalty]

Could I request hotchniss with prompt 37 pretty please? I feel like Aaron and Emily don’t say I love you as much as they would do actions to prove so, but when either of them are drunk it’s out the window. So touchy, so verbal and SO in love. :)

I’d be delighted! Thank you Anon! # 37: "Mmm, I looooove youuuuu~!" (Drunk) Under the cut!

Type: Fluffy

Warnings: Drunk people, but it’s very cute!

(You’ll have to forgive me I don’t write Emily that much but she is technically intoxicated so…)

Going out for drinks with the team was always fun, even for Aaron who typically liked spending his time alone or with his son. Or with Emily. Gatherings weren’t usually his thing, but he enjoyed them from time to time, nonetheless. It was always fun watching Prentiss drink a bit too much. Aaron tried to stay careful, since he had a boy at home.

“We’ll see you all on Monday,” Aaron chuckled as Emily kept a hold on him, laughing and giggling.

“Take good care of her!” JJ called, giggling herself as she was gently tugged away by her husband, Garcia shouting something similar as she was led away by Spencer and Derek, shouting something else about a cute puppy she’d seen earlier.

“C’mon, let’s get you home,” Aaron laughed, wrapping Emily’s arm around his own and leading her down the block to his car.

“Your home or mine?” She teased, giggling wildly at her own innuendo.

“Mine. I don’t trust you alone when you’re this gone.” Aaron responded anyway. “And Jack’ll like to see you again.”

“Awe, I lov-love Jack,” Emily hiccuped/cooed as they reached Aaron car. She lit up as she stumbled to it, accidentally dragging Aaron with her.

“Emily-” Aaron chuckled softly, letting her lean against the passenger door.

Emily beamed at him, pressing soft kisses to his face, primarily his nose and left cheek. “Mmm, and I looove youu~!" She whispered, wrapping her arms around his shoulder and pulling him closer. “Very much, I love you so-“ she kissed him “so-” and again "so much!” She giggled. Aaron smiled at her, more warm and inviting.

“I love you too, now c’mon,” Aaron chuckled, kissing her forehead lightly. “I can take care of you better at home.”

#aaron hotchner #criminal minds #derek morgan #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #spencer reid #hotch x prentiss #so cute #request #writing prompt #creative writing #ao3 writer #Sylix’s little snippets #Hotchniss #it would be helpful if I could spell

[stitchthesewords]

The view from up here really was something. Bdubs leaned against a support beam that Scar added a few years ago, the metal ringing out over the barren floor of the skyscraper. Sure he was dirty and the climb down was going to be a pain and they were going to have to carry a ton of supplies down to a floor that actually had a supply pulley system in place, but Bdubs didn’t care about any of that. The view, the late afternoon sun…it was magical.

It helped that Etho got hot during their little adventure and pulled off his jacket so he was in a tanktop and his mask and Bdubs could appreciate his muscles when Etho wasn’t looking. He’d gotten a lot of time to glance at Etho as he crated up supplies Bdubs broke down and Bdubs certainly was not about to complain.

“You done staring yet? I could use some help with the last few crates,” Etho said, setting one such crate at Bdubs’s feet. Bdubs had to remind himself Etho was talking about the sunset and not his arms before he replied.

“I’ll have you know I did so much of the work today mister!” Bdubs said, flailing his arms and secretly delighting in the small giggle it got out of Etho.

“Whatever you say, ‘Dubs,” Etho responded, carrying his own crate off towards the stairs. The pulley system was two floors below and they couldn’t ride it down, so if they wanted to get back to the city before nightfall they really needed to hurry. Bdubs grumbled and bent down, hurrying after the white haired man. They'd cleared all the mobs on their way up, and Bdubs was sure there would be a few who'd come back on the lower floors, but Etho was keeping an eye on the crates for them both. So those two floors, at least, were clear.

Bdubs placed his crate onto the little platform that would send them all down to be loaded onto his wagon back home and when he stood up, he found Etho mere inches from his face. He gasped but didn’t move back and Etho seemed just as shocked to be standing as close as he was. The floor was silent, neither one of them moved, and Bdubs could feel the ghost of Etho’s breath on his own face.

The moment was over before Bdubs could fully process it, Etho clearing his throat and standing up. There was just a hint of splotchy red underneath his mask, and he found the horizon to be quite interesting. “Sorry – Sorry, ‘Dubs, uh,” he said, taking another deep breath before hitting the button to send the crates down. “I didn’t realize I was that close to you when I was tying my shoes.”

“Awww, no big deal!” Bdubs said, coloring his voice with more of his boisterous tone to try and cover up how much his voice wanted to crack. He watched the crates descend instead of staring at Etho, absolutely sure he could no longer cover up how red his face would be, one hand remaining firmly in contact with the railing that kept him from falling off the edge of the building. He felt like he was going to float away.

The platform came to the end of its rope and Etho cleared his throat, turning and walking back towards the stairs. “We should hurry up, yeah? Gonna be tired by the time we get to your wagon,” he said. Bdubs turned to follow, going to reply, when his brow furrowed. Etho was wearing slip on shoes.

#Ethubs #hermitshipping #implied/yearning mostly #commission competition au #snippet #Stitch's Writing #hi have something cute #my car tried to eat its own key today #i deserve a little gay yearning #as a treat

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New Rina next week, can I get a YIPPEE @timetravellingkitty @nayeonline @paeonie-s @coolgirlkoi

#.txt #the snippet on Empress Of’s page is so cute #my faves have been feeding me pretty well lately #tagging more Pixel mutuals as I remember soz if you were tagged a little later