#soft even

[buckys-sam]

Just want to lie here in the dark thinking about Bucky and Sam lying on the dock out back of Sam's place, looking up at the stars and talking quietly about things they're not brave enough to say in the light

[b0rtney]

my broccoli boi fINALLY gets his own chapter :D

so, if u have been reading my friday-fic (unoffically? friday is my bnha day. we gon be ridin that shit for a while buddiessss) u know that every week we get a chapter based on the relationship or shenanigans of Eri (wonderful babie) and one member of class 1-a (or, in that one memorable case, a flaming garbage can full of shit), but BOO, I have heard u say, WHERE is the green one??? about this tall? clearly gay but we haven’t had the talk? (i jest, this fic is ship-free) protagonist with a living mom lookin ass???? 

and today, my good friends, I bring u the boi. 

(as well as more group chat for like a hot second bc i think it’s fun to write)

what are you still doing here??? oh i haven’t put the link

[ https://archiveofourown.org/works/21892312/chapters/52253998 ]

get caught up on “Eight Weeks with Eri” before the season finale next friday!! We’ll be having a surprise guest, who do y’all think it will be? >:)))

(also, I am currently unemployed, so if anyone wanna buy me a coffee on ko-fi, i will love u forever uwu, that link is in my bio >~< <3)

As always, if you’re here from my ao3,

Scream at me in the comments, nothing brings me more joy! :DDDD

[queercapwriting]

I’m Sure (Thasmin)

She realizes dimly that the Doctor has looked at her like this before. 

Like she’s the center of everything.

Like if she blinked out of existence, so would the entire universe.

She wonders if that’s what it’s like. 

Being the Doctor.

If being the Doctor means focusing on every moment like it’s the only one, because there are nearly infinite moments in her mind, and if she lets go...

She doesn’t want her to be scared, but gods does she want her to let go.

Because, her hair pooled around Yaz’s pillow - the Doctor, laying underneath her, lips slightly swollen, in her bed, her actual bed, looking up at her like she’s everything - the Doctor has looked at her like this before, but never naked, never completely breathless, never nearly begging for more.

So Yaz gives her more.

She gives her more because she knows that this new body of the Doctor’s has never felt more, never experienced more, and Yaz goes slow and she asks questions and she listens to the pitch of the Doctor’s gasping whines and soft whimpers for answers. 

“Alright?” she asks before she slides her tongue up the Doctor’s inner thighs, and she smiles at the way the Doctor closes her eyes in concentration, her mouth tilted to one side, thinking. Considering. Feeling.

“Yes,” she tells her, with a similar satisfaction to when she figures out a complex equation. Like Yaz is a complex equation that she never wants to solve, but always to be working on.

“Please,” she adds, like she’s giving herself permission to remember that this is supposed to feel good.

And gods, does it.

“You stop me anytime, understand?” Yaz murmurs as she makes a home for herself between the Doctor’s legs, and this time, the Doctor doesn’t need to think, to consider, to calculate. This time, she shakes her head immediately.

“Don’t want you to. Stop, I mean. Definitely not.” She sits up suddenly, halfway, leaning up on her elbows, and it’s the sexiest thing Yaz has ever seen.

“Unless you want to.” Her voice is doing that thing again. Low and soft and deep.

“Told you already,” Yaz crawls up her body to kiss her mouth, because she will never get tired of kissing this woman’s mouth. 

“I’m sure.”

[payaso-affairs]

Aparrently Brock's picky about who touches the Mullet™️ but I, an intellectual, think he'd let Cruz mess with it in like little ways

Letting them lay their chin on his head

Play with it absentmindedly (even though he knows that messes it up a lot)

If he's feeling extra nice he'll let em braid it