communication

Derek has a new neighbor who won't stop looking. Excerpt: “You’re blind,” Derek said flatly, the anger draining from him so suddenly he felt almost woozy. His vision cleared, his claws sliding back into blunt fingernails. “Thanks for the memo, genius,” the kid said acidly. “I can still fucking defend myself, so don’t take another damn step.” “Fuck, I...I’m sorry,” Derek stuttered. “What?!” The kid’s brow crinkled. “I mean — what?! You’re fucking sorry!?” His lips thinned into a harsh line. “What, is this some kinda Hallmark movie where you’re discovering the error of your ways because you don’t want to rob a blind person?! That’s fucking condescending, man. I’ll have you know that —” “Just, wait.” Derek interrupted what was apparently the start of a convincing argument as to why he should rob the kid after all, feeling his head start to spin. “This is — it’s a misunderstanding. I’m — I’m not robbing you. You’re — you’re safe, okay? I’m taking three steps back. Just — just let me explain.” “Explain why you came busting into my apartment? Yeah, go right ahead, man, I can’t wait to hear this epic tale.”

Tony knew better than to play with alien toys. He really did. But there was just something so tempting about other-worldly objects. It turned out that he wasn't the only Tony Stark that felt that way. One explosion later, there's a brand new Tony in town. But there's something not quite right about this Tony and how he reacts to the team, the way he flinches away from Bucky or shakes when Steve picks up the shield or won't turn his back to Clint and Natasha. It turns out that not every Tony Stark is as lucky as Tony, but damned if Tony, Steve and Bucky aren't going to fix that. (or, the one where canon MCU Tony gets thrown into a fanon world and gets ALL THE LOVE from the fanon version of the team)

Thor returns expecting a welcome reception. Instead, he gets Jane demanding to know why he choked Tony.

One offhanded comment about Sasuke’s inexperience at dating propels him to research all things romantic, which leads him into a world of kink—something he realizes he has a taste in. Out of curiosity, he decides to visit one of Konoha’s kink clubs, the Chidori, to see for himself. There, he meets Naruto, who is older and more experienced, and excited to speak about the lifestyle he loves. Naruto is a regular at the Chidori, always willing to mentor new doms and subs, and then he meets Sasuke—a young, inexperienced student, wide-eyed and curious. The two are instantly in tune with each other, and end up forming a play partnership, Naruto teaching Sasuke the secrets of kink and love. There’s no room for feelings. That’s what Naruto tells himself, anyway. But as their bond deepens, they both start to realize it’s going further than either of them thought.

And Trent’s not a mess! He’s not. He’s got his life entirely together. He chose to reveal his source and give up his position with The Independent. He chose to start chasing book authorship as his new branch of his career tree. He chose his flat, and his car, and his life, down to the brands of tea he buys and the sorts of people he spends time with and the sheet sets he puts on his and Beatrice’s beds. He’s an adult man, for Christ’s sake. Of course, he’s got his life together. Everything is under his control, and it’s all fine. It’s entirely, completely, fully fine. Taking one last steadying breath, Trent opens his eyes and looks over the line of seven tests on the counter: the first he took a few hours ago, and the six he just took since. Each and every last one of them says he’s pregnant. Some have plus signs, some have two lines, some simply have the word pregnant. All of them may as well come together to form a little sign reading, Congratulations, Trent! You did it! You’ve finally made a goddamn bloody mess out of everything! Just wait until you have to tell Ted! Trent’s stomach turns for more reasons than one.

Tara flew to his shoulder and gazed down with him, taking in the scene.“Do you see it?” he whispered. “What…”“I see it.” She rubbed her cheek against his, her tail curling around his hunched shoulders.“What does it mean?”“It means hope, Gale. It means something real.” --- Gale is a divination wizard, but a mere shadow of his former glory. Aoife is an Oath of the Ancients paladin, haunted by the grief of her past. After a fateful meeting a year ago Aoife's path crosses the Wizard of Waterdeep's once more. But as they are drawn together Gale's misfortune with the orb and Aoife's long-held sorrow aren't the only dark shadows cast upon them by the past. And soon their fates become as entangled as the threads of the Weave. This is a retelling of the main game narrative along with a *lot* of new plot. Now revised and extended!

He pouts, “I feel like we’ve steered away from the topic.” “I-” Eddie goes to argue, but stops himself. “I’m sorry, yeah. Yeah, you’re right.” He nods, then wets his lips before looking Buck up and down once, “Sex.” he whispers against his mouth, “You and me.” “You and I.” Buck whispers right back, raising his eyebrows with anticipation. “Yup.” There’s an accentuation on the “p” that Eddie drags longer than necessary, “I’ve been thinking about it too.” he adds, bringing his hands around Buck’s face, his thumbs tracing over his eyebrows a few times before resting there. “Mmmh.” He leans into the touch, “What have you thought about?” OR : the buddie first time fic

Kakashi never believed in mates, how his father explained to him before he killed himself. He never believed a word that man had said. Until he saw her. Untill he met her. The cute little girl reading a book that was far beyond his understanding. He belonged to her. He'll protect her when she wasn't able to protect herself. She was his home. Not Konoha. This village could burn to the ground for all he cared. Because of the actions of the Third, he'd might start that fire, and laugh like a lunatic while doing so. But instead, he left. ~🤍~ This is an alternative take on 'Mine' that more or less answers the question: what if Kakashi was a little bit more unhinged, and accepted his mate from the get-go? You don't have to read 'Mine' to read this, but I will be posting this far more sporadic than 'Mine.' If 'Mine' was once a week, this is once a month. Also, this WILL spoil 'Mine,' so read at your own risk.