Bite Sized Bits of Fic

Hannibal, Hannibal Lecter, cooking his favorite meal for himself

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any, any f, she looks amazing and she knows it

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Star Trek: AOS, Jim Kirk, sometimes loving yourself is hard work no matter what other people think

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any, any, taking time for self care

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MCU, Tony Stark + any, "I'm pretty sure you don't need me to boost your ego."

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Any, Any, Sometimes the best thing you can do for yourself is to walk away

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He could do it, and would not even think twice. He could pull the trigger, and put Terry out of his misery and make the world a little better with one less homophobic, racist son of a bitch. One bullet would make everything better.

But killing Terry would make Mickey as bad as his heartless father. It would harden him, rip away a little of softness from his sedative heart. Killing Terry would send Mickey to prison, taking him away from Ian.

So Mickey, with his heart steadfast, walks away. Doesn't look back, his feet swiftly carry him away out of Terry's sight behind the ambulance where Ian grabs him, pulling him into a hug.

Mickey trembles, tears held, clenching his jaw as Ian holds onto him tight as if to never let him. He clings to Ian, face pressed to his chest, letting his husband hold him, being soft and vulnerable...in a way that would have made Terry beat him for being weak, a pussy. With Ian, he can savor the gentle kisses and warm hugs, can be free to love his husband with all of his heart.

Their eyes meet and Mickey nods, even if Ian did not ask if he was alright, he is at peace with his decision. Ian gives Mickey a proud, adoring smile and Mickey feels his heart skip in his chest. That smile is only for him; Ian never smiles with that much joyful love unless he’s looking at Mickey.

They have both been prisoners of Terry for years, endured abuse and vile hate, but never again. Mickey walks away, holding his husbands hand in his, walking out of the darkness if hell and into the light of heaven.

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I still don't know the fandom (maybe I'll give it a shot ^^), but the emotions are very strong. And the context is so far self- explanatory that I get it. Wonderfully written, very powerful <3 thank you, it fits the prompt perfectly :)

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Repo! The Genetic Opera, Pavi Largo or Amber Sweet, bathing in attention and admiration

Edited Date: 2019-02-16 12:28 am (UTC)

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Any, Any, bath bomb

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Greek Mythology, Aphrodite, Mirror, mirror ...

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Lucifer (TV), Lucifer Morningstar+Linda Martin, is it possible to have too much self esteem?

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Author's Choice, any character, learning to love yourself is the greatest love of all

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MCU, Pepper Potts, setting aside a day for just herself

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When JARVIS announced that Pepper would not be coming into work today (but there were no meetings of import happening anyway), Natasha just smiled. Bruce and Tony looked concerned. Steve flitted between both.

The truth was, she just needed a day to herself, and now was the time. Tony threatened to buzz over - in the suit of course- and check on her but she deftly weaved the conversation away from that by subtly wondering if An Amazing Thing couldn't be built, and in Record Time. It worked beautifully.

She had a text from Natasha, asking if she was okay. She responded she was. Nat followed that with: "Need some spa time?" Pepper thought for a moment, but texted back she wanted to decompress and do some thinking. Nat sent back a smiley face and that was that.

Pepper smiled, set her phone on it's invisible Stark charging pad..and turned it off, before going to find that lemon sage bath salt and that new book that she'd ordered last week...

goodness I'm rusty. Hope this isn't too bad!

Edited Date: 2020-03-23 05:06 pm (UTC)

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cozy-coffee.livejournal.com

This was a lovely fic! Great job!

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Of course the guys would hardly know what to do with themselves without Pepper there. :)

Very cute - thanks for the fill!

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evil-little-dog.livejournal.com

This is absolutely adorable!

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Author's Choice, any character, they have a piece of clothing that always makes them feel good about themselves when they wear it

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He cannot go to bed, no, no siree! Not without his, or should he say Eddie's—hoodie. It is soft and fluffy and smells like fresh rain, like Eddie, and Buck just cannot turn in for the night without sleeping in it. He nearly tears up the apartment like a wispy tornado before he finds it, the downy hoodie laying partly under the cozy blanket.

Eddie just smiles from the bed, grinning harder when Buck slides into bed next to him. Buck snuggles into Eddie's arms, and Eddie inquires “"Why can't you sleep without my hoodie?"

Buck's sort of nuzzles Eddie's chest like a kitten, lazy mumbling “Makes me feel safe, reminds me of you."

Eddie is silent however he kisses Buck gently, holds him against his chest in his tender embrace. Every time Eddie kisses him, Buck feels like his heart grows two sizes too big for his chest, he smiles as bright as the sunshine.

Eddie smiles, “I love you Buck.”

“Love you too, Eddie," he softly whispers, only seconds before pressing a kiss to Eddie's lips, and when he lays his head on Eddie's chest and hugs him, Eddie smiles brightly, giving Buck a snuggly squeeze.

It's bedtime, he's winding down, and when he gets all the angst and exhaustion off his chest after Eddie gently kisses him and hugs him, like magic, all the weight on Buck's shoulders vanishes and pure heavenly joy fills his soul.

Every day with Eddie, the man he loved more than life itself, has his heart filled with pure heavenly bliss.

Buck falls asleep, cozy warm and snugly soft in his boyfriend's arms.

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