#''oh why do i like when hes got those silly little glasses on so much''Its Sanford It Always Comes Back To Sanford

[clownkillsyou]

im not posting it to the other blog i just had a realization that i do not like

[kyri45]

✨ISAT Sky: Cotl!AU Q&A ✨

Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the ISAT Sky: Cotl!AU! If you submitted your ask anonimously, then you’ll have to check the whole post if it’s answered here, if it’s not, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~

Anonimo ha chiesto: sometimes when im bored i just go to your profile to position your pfp to siffrin's hands so it looks like they're holding you

I feel threatened bc if Siffrin would know what I'm making them pass through with the next comic updates he would crush me insteantly with a fist.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Damn Siffrin is dying and no one will ever remember them. 😔 Oh Loo~ooop!

Loop coming to save the day even tough they aren't paid enough for this shit

Anonimo Siffrin isn't aware of the hole in the wall you can go through for those two statues without having to get pelted by rocks smh my head. (said jokingly) ((Love your comic btw!! Thank you for this AU, I love it))

THE

WHAT?

YOU CAN GO THROUGH A WALL TO GET THEM WITHOUT RUNNING FOR YOUR LIFE?????

Anonimo My reaction to this chapter of ISAT COTL CROSSOVER AU (10/9/2024) GO BBG YOU GOT THIS IN THE BAG!! OH YOU DO NOT GOT THIS IN THE BAG.. oh now you're out of the bag oh god ruh roh

Oh yeah he does NOT have this.

Anonimo pst hey hey are you gonna pose the statues, it would be funny i swear totally not more heartbreaking for siffr- WAIT HOW WOULD THEY REACT TO THE FACT YOU CAN BARELY SAVE ALL OF THE STATUES WHEN YOU REACH THE FOREVER STORM PART-

he has enough memories that he should recover a good amount of statues. It's not a matter of wheter or not he can save everyone, but mostly themself....

Anonimo ha chiesto: Hey so I cannot believe I am so late to see your ISAT and Sky AU because I love!! Both of them!! So much!! And I just wanted to thank you for making it and sharing it with us because it’s really cool! And both fandoms need more attention imo <333 @ucorpwhalingyaoi ha chiesto: I know NOTHING about cotl but my god your isat au of it has made me want to play it so bad 💔 (very /pos…) @primrosechronicles ha chiesto: HEYYYY ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE IVE SENT AN ASK!! Ive been silently reading the isat comic since my last ask and im very very proud of you for making this far!!! mwahh!!! Thank you for inspiring me to play sky again, cuz if not i wouldn't have able to meet my sky friends Anonimo ha chiesto: first of all, I came here from the shadowpeach au but your comics dragged my ass to the ISAT fandom second of all, HOW DARE YOU PLAYED WITH MY HAPPINESS LIKE THAT (love your art and story telling, I wanna eat it like a fancy dinner) @prince0fghosty ha chiesto: It's been hard for me to find Sky: Children of the Light content anywhere! I found you through a friend and not only are you interested in Sky but also Lego Monkie Kid this is truly the best day ever!!! I got back into the game because of you. I like to help moths out in Eden @phoenix-is-here ha chiesto: You are the person who introduced me to the ISAT fandom and I gotta say thank you for that. That's one of the best games I've ever played and I would have never known about it without stumbling onto your account first (because of a strong hyperfixation on a show about monkeys ofc) so.. Accept this virtual cookie and glass of milk as a gift : 🍪 Anonimo ha chiesto: I followed for the shadowpeach, stayed for Sky CotL, keep cookin

HIII!!! AND TYSM!!!!!

@elianaroselight ha chiesto: This feels a little silly, but what is ISAT? I read through your ISAT Sky AU comic and I feel like I am missing half of the story. I love what I'm seeing so far and want more, but I also don't know or completely understand who the characters are and why I should care about them (more than I do already at least). Sorry if this is silly. I just want to understand.

ISAT is short for "In Stars And Time". It's an RPG game made by @insertdisc5. ABsolutely go check it out otherwise you wont understand a thing about the characters of the AU!

when i was reading the most recent page of the In Skies and Time™️ comic I had the most hilarious image in my head of just a bunch of sky kids smacking down on the same area and making this. sky kid pileup????? [since it seems liek theyre all gonna come back like that..] it was super funny to imagine 30 CAR PILEUP 🔥🔥🔥

AWWW SKY KID MOUNTAIN!! Lol probably it would happen? Like when you do Eden just after reset and when you get reborn there's like 7 other players clipped in you rebirth animation in the aviary /home space

Anonimo ha chiesto: Awwwww Bonnie was so excited 😢

poor Bonnie they will get their comfort moment eventually

@sohrleas ha chiesto: YOU YOU'RE THE REASON WHY I got Sky 'cause I saw your isat sky au and got super curious about the game Your art is beautiful and I love it 💚💚💚

LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOO!!!!

Anonimo ha chiesto: HOPEFUL STEWARD WOOOOO-

IT'S MY BOY!!

@o0mochacoffee0o This isn’t related to you Bio dad AU Like my usuals- I just saw in your abut that you like CotL! Now you share two of my interests!! I’m curious to know your favorite parts of the game, if you have any ships, head canons, etc!! I always love listening to people’s opinions on things I love!

About Scotl? I don't have any specific headcanon, but I do ship Moments Guide and Reassuring Ranges. The only thing that I crave for that game is MORE LORE GODDAMN IT

Anonimo ha chiesto: When I said the fun was dying. I did not expected this. I'M SCREAMING AND PUNCHING THE BED NOOOOOOOOOOOO SIFFF

*sips coffee* welcome to hell (literally)

Anonimo ha chiesto: "is that thing a sadness?!" sweet summer child that thing is a menace of death

It absolutely is

Anonimo ha chiesto: Poor Siffrin’s gotta be absolutely TERRIFIED Big scary beast thing spotted them AND suddenly getting bathed in the color they associate with bad stuff? I can’t imagine anyone who wouldn’t be quaking in their boots.

He is in desperate need of comfort that wont come in like- a irl month I think

Anonimo ha chiesto: I know you won’t be doing the golden wastelands but… Once the party discovers that the groundwater has the same effect as the forest rain, Isabeau decides to bridal carry Siffrin the whole way. Leaving Siffrin a blushy mess. Also, almost if not everyone is scared shitless of the Dark Dragons/Krill (totally not projecting)

ooooohh that is soooo cute i'm dying!!!!!

Anonimo ha chiesto: THE FAKE ACT 4 LOOKING SMILE . THE ACT 5 EDEN MOMENT. THE PARTY BEING SENT BACK . DIES "oh yeah if I still have energy I can loop back" ← me when I'm lying

@starlight-and-clockwork ha chiesto: bawling and kicking and screaming and pulling my hair out THAT PANEL OF SIFFRIN ASKING HIS FAMILY TO REMEMBER HIM WILL HAUNT ME FOREVER YOU ARE SO TALENTED AND CAUSE ME MUCH PAIN THANK U<3

@aro-aces-world ha chiesto: I just caught up with ISAT sky au Fuck you /affectionate

Thank you! Be ready to be even more destroyed by the following updates!

@cherryblossomventi ha chiesto: I’m gonna go feral, Sif did that because he knows he can kinda come back from this with the shooting star thing Im guessing but the others cant/might not because they aren’t from this land,,, oh buddy why didn’t you tell them stop being cryptic idiot

Sif doesn't really remember that he can be reborn like in Sky. He knows only that, if he can reach the light right at the base of the cataclysm, then maybe he can return as well.

[itsyagurlchip]

Slides in

Heyyy poookieeeee

I have a request for you

I receive/request: a Vox x GN!Reader who died and is in hell and got magic thing because they were into the occult when alive. Vox is “mildly” intrigued because they’re making a splash in the pride ring. (I love the magic x tech dynamic, very silly)

You receive: Likes, reblogs, shit ton of support and me blogging tf out of the request. Me going insane over the request.

☀︎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Aw, Poor You, Go Suck It☀︎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

ᯓᡣ𐭩warnings: 16+(!) suggestive stuff(!) valentino(!) cussing(!) badass reader(!) lots of words(!)

ᯓᡣ𐭩Ace...Ace my dear. THANK YOU SO MUCH!! AUGHH IM GONNA HAVE SO MUCH FUN WRITING THISSS AUGHHHHH-AJDKNJDEHWJDBIWXDNEHIDIWEHNDXZIM ok ok ok, since they'e only meeting there won't be too much fluff or anything really, just a simple scenario. The reader's gender wasn't specified, so go nuts! I LOVE YOU ACE/p <333

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You know how Vox acts up over people he likes? Ermm... yea, wellllll- Turns out, you're currently overselling his business AND you're hot. wait what?

Typing out documents at your desk, you sighed at the amount of paper work you had. 'Magic could do cool things, but not files' you guessed. Things around your office float around you in green magic, carrying out various tasks, like organizing said papers. 'But atleast I don't have to organize this shit.'

Suddenly, your double doors busted open, revealing a robot man? You pushed up your glasses a bit with a grimace. He marched in, electricity crackling around him as he stood up to your desk. He pounded a gloved fist onto your papers, making a brown to black singe appear on them.

You growled deeply, you just finished those!

"Did you schedule a meeting?" You said with a leveled voice. Sure you were pissed right now, but you didn't want to deal with much else this afternoon, nonetheless a petty fight with a bitch.

"No?" He said, the sparks going away in his bout of confusion. "You little- You're overselling my-" You cut him off.

"Then get. Out. Now." You flicked your wrist, with all the magic in the room dropping what it was holding, before speeding to the TV head who yelled in surprise.

"What? Fu- No!" He growled, the green magic tightening him into a stiff line, shooting him out to the room back to the elevator. He cursed profanities, the basic ones like whore and and bitch, as you rolled your eyes and shut your doors again. 'At least be creative and add the insults with flavor.'

Finally, quiet from a whining glorified crack ipad kid tablet.

"Jeez, the intolerable ass crouton." You sigh deeply, getting your anger together before getting back to work, typing and printing those papers.

ᯓᡣ𐭩

It was a week later, and nothing about the incident stayed on your mind. Infact, you were in your potion factory figuring out ways to outsell this new "love potion". Oh how you loved pissing corporate businesses off. No one even knew that you were running a "monopoly" by definition, as the CEO's of your multibusiness ran under many names.

'And those who know say nothing'. Those who were binded in contracts couldn't say anything, as they owe you from previous deals.

Your motto was; "Get the magic of a Sin, for the price of the poor". It may have been a bit deprecating, but it sells. Greatly.

Its always nice to see big man faces fall when they see that magic is often more superior in certain aspects of life. It's cheaper, more effective, and best of all; it sells more. That thought made a grin spread throughout your face. Maybe that's why you were cast into Hell; for greed. Either that or the demonic occult group you often participated in on the surface.

No matter, you were richer in this life so the past didn't concern you too much. You came into Hell not too long ago, so it became a surprise for many when you built your business in just a few weeks! You became an Overlord quickly.

With your business, and souls in your hands, you began to grow bigger in popularity! Which sparked interest in some unwanted people. It turns out, and you caught this one on the news, that the person who barged into your office was named Vox; The Innovation Overlord. And despite the "innovation" impact he's made, you still had way more clients than him by thousands.

Just as you were about to sprinkle some glitter into a bottle for a little decoration, one of your assistants rushed in with a rushed appearance, clearly shaken.

"Um, excuse me Mx. Alchemist Overlord? U-um, there's a message for you by a fellow competitor." She stuttered out, with her tail wrapping around her leg for stability. An envelope with a bright blue V was stamped with red wax. Interesting.

"From who?" You asked.

"...VoxTek Enterprises.." She cowered, as if you had something to worry about. Your smile grew, the afterlife just kept getting better!

"Thank you. You may go back to your desk now." You said with a smirk, patting her head as she walked away. You walked out of the room and into the hallway, walking towards the elevator. Strutting to your office, you closed your doors and sat down.

'Why didn't I just teleport?' You thought absentmindedly, leaning back in your chair and opening the letter. The entry read;

"Dear Alchemist..... I have a deal for you"

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You looked up at the VoxTek building. On the outside, you remained calm and leveled, with a small tinge of cockiness peeking out. On the inside, you were highly amused, and quite frankly, embarrassed for this guy. He has 2 other overlords on his side, and yet he still begs for power?

You huffed out part of a laugh, before skating your head and walking in. The place looked tacky to you. Really? The "V Tower"? This guy has to be stuck in his teenage years! It was too laughable really.

Sauntering over to the secretary, you were able to get the floor number as well as the meeting room location. Thanking her, you walked over to the elevator and pressed the highest floor.

'It seems he took my advice and scheduled a meeting.' You thought, looking up towards the camera in the corner. Oh, so the flatcreen flatass wanted to spy on you? You'll give him a show then.

You raised your head higher at the camera, lidding your eyes as slowly as you could. Taking your finger, you opened your mouth to drag it across your tongue. Pulling it away from your mouth, you let the saliva drip down onto the floor. The camera fizzled and powered down, with steam flowing from the top.

'Pathetic', you thought. And the elevator doors opened as a fluffy person in a pink robe walked in, looking tired out. A taller moth guy walked in right behind them. He was bald.

"Hello cariñe~ And what's a sexy tesoro like you doing here?" He said lowly, leaning towards you in interest. You simply ignored him as the doors closed once more.

"No answer? Ai, the feisty one aren't they Angel?" He said threateningly, talking to the other person who complied and agreed. You weren't phased. The door opened to the highest floor, signaling your leave.

"Puta." You heard him mumble, before the doors closed once I more. At least you know who Valentino is now. You scoffed before walking towards a door, with a gold label titled "Vox". This is the one for sure. Weren't one of the overlords a fashion designer? Surely they could've designed the building with more creativity.

You didn't want to touch the knob, not if that moth touched it, so you flicked your wrist as your green magic opened it for you.

Walking in, you realized you hated this building so much. The guy had sharks in tanks! In an electronic filled building. You sneered as you walked into the room rationally, not needing to make too much of a scene yet.

In front of you was the one you came here for; Vox. He had a bluescreen as his head rested on his shoulder. You snapped, and he jerked up- his face showing a loading screen.

'Oh for the love of-'

He was finally "online" with his face scrunching in confusion, before looking to you and smirking. You gestured for him to start, as you time was valuable.

"Right! So, the deal-"

"No"

"If we come toge- Wait what?"

"I said no, you glass backboard."

"Why?"

"You aren't worth my time, nor my product. Thank you for already wasting one of those." You turned to walk away before he teleported in front of you.

"B-But we can go so perfect together! Both of our businesses collaborating together!" He said, stepping towards you as he spoke. His tone was getting desperate and angry.

"So?" You said keeping your voice bold, his tone was pissing you off. It screamed "weak" and "dependent". You bet his whole enterprise could fall over if one of the "Heathers" went out of commission for a while.

"So- Partner with me! Not only would we look good together- I mean- You could have so much more sells! Imagine the cash that would flow in if the people saw magic and technology working together!" He grabbed your hands and put them together. He pushed you against the wall. "I know that magic doesn't fix all problems. Why not use technology to fill in the rest?" he was now in your face, one of his eyes swirling and enlarging. Looking at both eyes, you tched.

'Ha. Enlarging'

"You know what doesn't fix all problems? The setbacks you and your machines have." You snatched your hands back, wiping them on your coat. Flipping him on the wall, you poked his chest. "Sure, they make life easier. Whoopdy doo! But the moment the wifi turns off, it's lights out for you."

You could only hear his labored breathing. Was this motherfucker horny? You rolled your eyes and kept going.

"So who would look better? Me and my stable industry? Or you and your Lego built one?" You ran a finger down from his chest to his stomach. "All I need to do is pull. One. Piece. Out." You stepped away, walking towards the door once more. "Aw..Poor you." You frowned mockingly and looked him up and down, before laughing maliciously.

He was against the wall breathing heavily, with animated sweats rolling down his screen. Disgusting, couldn't even stay professional.

"Your business means nothing to me Vox." You said, walking through and going back to the tower entrance.

Vox was pretty sure he was hard right now.

I know you said mildly interested- but I couldn't help it! While I did want to relate Vox's dynamic with Alastor with reader's, it didn't feel too right so I took another approach!

I feel like this version of the reader has a sick love for power imbalance, and people wanting to reach the level that they're at. Despite that, they don't really care for people more powerful than them, they just mind their business on that part. Even more, reader is sex repulsed, so when they see others in their feel, they can't help but tease <3

I usually don't do time skips, so this also felt kinda odd- but I still loved writing this so much! I might actually write a fic about this. Thank you again for the request Ace <333 I hope you liked it!!

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[spaghettificationandpretzels]

For the love of Freedom

Inspired by this post by @iris-honey-bee

So, I still have so many WIPs but there is a need for this man and I'm willing to Phill it.

Masterlist

Contains: Fluff, oral sex (m receiving), fingering, P in V.

1.3k words

Phillip has some very special plans for the 4th of July.

The wind blowing through Phillip's ranch was a welcome relief to the sweltering Texas heat. He had been tight lipped the whole week about his Fourth of July plans, telling you it was a surprise with his signature dip ladden smirk. The lunchtime barbeque was pretty standard, burgers and hot dogs and fries and those silly little sparklers that inevitably got one drunk shadow fingers burned.

The ranch cleared out after the firework shadow company put on for its families finished, leaving no one but you, Phillip and a few passed out drunk shadows.

He came to help you clean up after putting the last of his men to bed. Coming up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as you washed the last of the dishes. "The kids are alseep."

You sighed. "Ah, yes, our six grown up drunk children. If we don't have enough bacon in the morning you're going out to get it."

He chuckled. "There's plenty." He rested his head on your shoulder and pulled you closer. "I'll finish up here. Why don't you sit for a bit then meet me by the truck in twenty."

You twisted your head and kissed him. "Okay. I love you."

He flashed you a grin. "I love you too Darlin'."

Twenty minutes later, he was opening the passenger side door, and then you were moving leisurely through the fields until he stopped the truck at the edge of his expansive property. He opened your door and helped you out, leading you to the truck bed. He had really gone all out, putting the fancy cool top camping mattress in the back of the truck along with blankets and pillows and a small cooler in the corner.

He helped you into the back and patted the spot next to him, smiling as you settled in. "What's all this for?"

"You put in so much work the last few days, I wanted to thank you." He reached over and opened the cooler, presenting you with two glasses in one hand and a bottle of champagne in the other. "There's choclate coverd strawberries in there too."

The pop of the champagne bottle cracked through the air and he pressed a kiss to your cheek as he poured you a glass. "There's more."

"What else could you possibly do?" He was grinning, the fine crow's feet at the corners of his eyes wrinkling while his blue eyes sparkled and he held up a small controller with a red button in the middle. "No?"

He nodded. "Yep, I picked every single one out myself then watched the bomb tec set them up." He let you take another sip of bubbles before taking the glass from you and you laid back to look at the sky. He took your hand, linking his fingers in yours and with the press of a button, the sky lit up. He had picked all your favourite colours, each bang giving way to another intricate pattern.

It slowed before finally stopping, and he let go of your hand to take your chin between his thumb and forefinger and turn you towards him. "Did you enjoy that?" He smiled against your lips as you kissed him. "I'll take that as a yes?"

You nodded. "Yes, and I'd like to thank you."

He raised an eyebrow. "Oh Darlin', you can thank me all you like."

You rolled on top of him and straddled his hips as you unbuttoned his shirt. He pushed himself up, helping you peel it off his ample shoulders before your lips landed on his chest. He gathered your hair into his hand, smiling down at you as you reached his belt. "I want to be able to see that pretty face and I can't see it through all your pretty hair."

His hand was gentle as you undid his belt and he sighed with relief when you yanked his boxers down and his cock sprang free. Your eyes flitted to his, his pupils had all but overwhelmed all the pretty blueness and there was an expectation on his face that your breath catch. You lowered your head and he let out a grunt as you opened your mouth and wrapped your lips around the tip of his leaking cock.

He did his best not to buck his hips, but the sight of you slowly sliding him into your mouth was so pornographic that he couldn't help it. He pushed himself up on his elbow for a better view as you took him down as far as you could go and wrapped your hand around what your mouth couldn't reach. He took full advantage of his ability to control your head, rocking his hips into your mouth as he held you still, stopping just before he triggered your gag reflex.

"Fuck, ah fucking hell, you're so fucking good at that." His voice was tight, and his face was screwed in a mix of pleasure and desperation as he watched his cock disappear into your mouth. He pulled you off him and yanked you upwards, ripping your pretty dress right down the middle as he kicked his jeans and boxers off his legs.

He threw the ruined fabric to the side and ran his hand up your leg, pushing your underpants away before running his rough fingers through your folds. "Is all this for me?" You nodded, barely able to eke out a gasp when his thumb found your clit, and he slid his fingers inside you to stroke your G-spot. "And just from sucking my dick, I am one lucky man."

His eyes were stuck on his hand, his ego growing ever bigger at the way you were squeezing him. You rocked your hips and his forearm flexed as he fucked his fingers in and out of you. You braced yourself on his chest, your nails sending little stinging zips as they dug into his flesh. You used one hand to remove your bra and his free hand reached up to grab a handful of your breast, his fingers rolling and pinching your nipples as your head fell back.

The faint leash he had on his control snapped, and he pulled his hand away, dragged your soaked underwear off before gripping your hips and dragging you up and down his cock. He was like a man crazed as he held your hip so tight in one hand that you could feel the growing bruises, using the other hand to grab his cock so you could slide down.

He bottomed out, hitting the very end of you as his back stiffened like a ramrod. He didn't give you the chance to set the pace, with one considering look to make sure you were okay, he held you tight while he thrust up into you. You had to put all your energy into moving with him, your whole body growing ridged as he relentlessly dragged his cock against your G-spot. The sound that came from your mouth when his fingers landed on your clit was almost inhuman, halfway between a scream and a whimper as he moved in tight circles.

With one last thrust, the whole world imploded, and your vision flashed white as you came. The world spun as Phillip rolled you onto your back, and he all but bent you in half as he chased his own bliss. "Fucken hell Darlin', your pussy's better than freedom." He kept going, there didn't seem to be a thing on earth that matched up to you, and finally, with one last thrust, you felt him pulse inside you as his heaving body collapsed onto you.

You ran your hands through his damp hair and he sighed as he pushed himself up on his forearms. "You good Doll, I wasn't too rough with you?"

You shook your head. "No, that was perfect."

He rolled off you and flopped down. "Good." He turned to his side, costing you to do the same with a hand on your cheek. "I meant what I said before, I'm real grateful for all your hard work and I love you so fucking much."

You smiled and rubbed his nose with yours. "I love you too."

Fin

@chaos-4baby @candy616 @avidread3r

[angel-of-the-moons]

Over The Phone

Dad Bod!Professor!Miguel x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: Just... NSFW. So much NSFW. Phone sex, masturbating, sexy selfies, sexting, all that shit.

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: God this took forever to churn out but I finally got motivation to finish it!!

Taglist: @cupcakeinat0r @tojishugetiddies (if I forgot to tag anybody let me know, pls! I lost the saved list I had for people alshldhd)

Divider by @/across-the-art-verse

Miguel art @ meeee

The day had dragged on for what felt like far longer than usual for him; the usual students who showed up late, tried to sneak out, slept through the lecture or just ignored whatever he said.

The students who listened and actively engaged with the lesson were few and far between, and the almost silent lull between classes felt felt almost too short. Sometimes he wondered why he bothered, especially with the growing list of students who were disinterested in his class, or those that only signed up for extra credit and didn't want to do the work...

But, getting cards and thank-you post-its from students who felt like they wouldn't have been able to graduate without him kept him on in this tedium. He loved to hear from his former students about how their new careers were going--careers they credit hi to helping them achieve.

It never failed to make his heart all warm and fuzzy when he thought about them.

Miguel ran his hand across his beard, and a thought came to him about maybe shaving it off. He had grown it out; rather rugged if he had to admit it. But, he quickly shook that thought away--you loved his beard. Oftentimes he would wake up from a nap, you snuggled perfectly against his solid frame, your nails dragging through the short hairs with a content smile on your face.

Oh, he couldn't say no to you, his pretty little wife, could he?

Speaking of which... it was your day off. He couldn't help but wonder what you were--

When his phone pinged, he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and unlocks the screen to see a text from you;

Hiii baby, how's work going?

He chuckled and replied, Same as usual. Only two students slept through class this lime

*time

Your reply was swift.

Awww I'm sry :(

If it makes you feel any better, if I were in your class... wait. I wouldn't get any work done either. I'd just be lookin at you :p

He laughed, his belly shaking a little bit as he grinned at his screen, his massive fingers fumbling the small keys once again on the too-small phone screen.

Yes, you would mafe a very door student, wouldn't you, amor?

*made *poor

Miguel rolled his eyes. He was tempted to try and see if they didn't make phones built for someone with his giant hands in mind... Damn this tiny screen!

Awww my Miggy gettin all frustrated?

Yes.

For what felt like too long, his message was left on "read". He quirked a bushy brow, scratching at his beard curiously at what was keeping you.

And then, his phone pinged again.

Here, maybe this'll keep you entertained ;)

*Image attached. Click to view.*

He hummed in curiosity. Maybe it was one of those silly little doodles you liked to send to him? One of your memes, maybe? Though, it didn't make sense why the image was blurred, when--

His heart lurched up into his throat and he instantly slammed his phone against his desk, screen down; looking around pointlessly as if he were worried someone was standing over his shoulder when the image finally cleared.

Cursing himself for acting like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar, Miguel slowly lifted his phone to his face and looked at the picture you'd sent him.

You were nude, laying belly-down in your bed, the blankets askew around you. Your feet crossed one over the other as you smiled at the lens--you must have moved the full body mirror from the living room to your bedroom to achieve this shot--and your back was arched slightly to show off your bare ass.

He felt his cock twitch to life as he examined every pixel on the screen; wishing so badly he were home right now, to touch that soft expanse of flesh he loved so much. To cup your ass in his palms, feeling the warmth of your skin in his palms as his fingers massaged and groped the skin.

He could feel your hands slide up the soft pouch of his belly, scraping your nails delectably through the short, curly dark hairs that ran up his abdomen and covered his chest. He could feel your teeth scrape and tug his nipple before kissing your way back down...

Dios, mi amor. You're lucky I am not in the middle of a meeting! He hastily typed, pretending he wasn't practically salivating over that selfie.

Aw, didn't you like what I sent? :'(

I didn't say--

But before he could finish typing and send the text, he got another attached image from you.

He swallowed hard at the lump in his throat and his thumb hovered over the image hesitantly. He looked towards the clock above the door to his classroom. He had half an hour left...

When the image unblurred, he felt his heart damn near stop.

You were perched on the edge of the bed, your legs spread wide; one hand was holding your phone while the others spread you slick folds with nimble fingers and a cheeky expression on your face.

How bout this one?

Miguel groaned, loudly. He actually slipped a hand over his plush lips, cringing at how damn near pathetic that sounded.

He immediately clicked your contact information and hit "call".

The phone rang a painfully long, droning tone until your bubbly voice giggled on the other end of the line, "Heyyyy Miggy~"

"You are going to kill me, baby." He hissed into his phone, pressing the heel of his palm into his throbbing erection, "I'm in the middle of a school day! The students are at lunch!"

"Ohhh, did I get you all hard and excited for me?" You sigh dreamily into the phone, your voice dropping into a more sultry tone.

"Naughty boy, popping a stiffy in the middle of class."

He grunted, his head dropping back against his chair, the leather creaking under his weight as he tugged the ends of his button-up out from his rapidly-tightening jeans, "And whose fault is that?"

You gasp theatrically, "Mine? Oh, baby, I was just trying to provide you moral support, I swear!"

"Of course," Miguel huffed, eyeing the doorknob, waiting to see if he was unlucky enough that somebody were to walk in right as he pulled his cock free from his jeans, running his fingers over the swollen tip, smearing his precum around it.

He could hear in your voice, the way you were biting your lip in excitement as you spoke. "Baby, are you touching yourself?"

"You tell me, first." He replied, his voice strained as he gave himself a few tentative strokes; trying to gauge if the risk was worth it.

"Oh? Want me to tell you that I'm playing with my pussy?" You croon. "That I'm imagining you, and me, in bed..."

His teeth snagged his plush bottom lip briefly as he sped his hand up to your words, then slowed back down again. The friction wasn't right; too dry. So, he sucked on his tongue until he had a nice glob of saliva; bringing his hand up to his mouth to wet it before slicking his throbbing length up.

"Go on." He grumbled into the line.

"...ooooh." You giggled, your voice a little breathless. He could see you now, laying back on the bed, your fingers plunging in and out of you, pulling out to stroke your puffy clit; your pussy drooling into the blankets beneath you.

"Mmmm~ I'm also imagining you on top of me, my legs on your shoulders..."

He felt the oxygen squeeze from his lungs as he upped his pace, the vein in his cock throbbing and thumping in time with his rapid heart rate.

"Yeah, bebita?"

"Yeah." You huff, a small moan coming from you; "'m imagining you pinnin' me down, fucking a baby into me."

"Dios." Miguel groaned, thrusting his hips up to meet his fist. "You want a baby, hermosa? Want me to make you a mami?"

"Mhmm... want you to fill me aaaallllll the way up." You whined, your panting hot, even through the phone.

Miguel dared a glance up at the clock. Still had some time... He needed to do it quickly; needed to milk his cock so he wouldn't appear "improper" with a massive erection straining his pants.

As if enough of his female students (and even some of the male ones) didn't have enough difficulty paying attention in class...

He'd be lying if he hadn't gotten a few love confessions from students, present and former. He'd always politely turn them down, and then, if they were currently his pupils, politely and quietly have them sent to another class to avoid any improper behavior in the future.

It was as if none of them ever paid any mind to the gold band firmly secured to his ring finger--the matching mate to the one you wore on your own softer, delicate hand signifying your matrimonial bonds. Or... maybe they had and assumed they could tempt him from you.

Well, those assumptions were always wrong. The only person he could imagine bouncing on his cock, sucking it, milking it, stroking it--was you. You and only you.

Sometimes thinking of you when he was alone was the only ways he could get off, before you started dating. Even finding porn of a woman who looked like you wasn't enough. It had to be you.

And after the first time he felt your pretty pink pussy swallow his cock whole? Oh, he was addicted. Addicted and whipped, a few of his colleagues would say...

The professor and the school nurse; a bit of a cliche; but it was a nice one. The two of you had even played with a slutty nurse outfit or two.

You not always being the nurse...

"Fuck, Miggs, 'm so close." You whine loudly. He could see in his mind's eye how fast your fingers would be working your clit, maybe even giving in and plunging one of your silicone toys in and out of your tight hole for him.

In fact, he could imagine it so closely he could hear it.

"Shit, baby..." He hissed, his hand working his length furiously, now, almost in a race with you to see who would cum first. "You on speaker??"

"Mhmm~" You whine, your air leaving your body in wet-hot pants, the sound of your slick pussy being fucked--by your hand or your toy, he couldn't place--but the sound of it had his balls tightening up already.

"Gonna cum for me, mi amor?" Miguel huffed and puffed, more thick precum dribbling down from his tip. He smeared it over himself, using the fluid as lube to help hasten his impending orgasm.

"Yeah, baby~"

He snarled, the sound of stroking skin lewd and loud; your moans the best pornography his ears could ever be graced with.

"Cum for me, honey." Miguel whined, his glasses slipping further down his nose as he released his cock long enough to yank his shirt up over the soft, rounded edge of his tummy.

Immediately after, his hand returned once more around the thick pulsing shaft of him; stroking, tugging, milking himself like he knew your sweet cunt would. Your tight, wet, needy pussy that was dying for a drop of his cum.

As you wantonly moaned; he could imagine you splayed out in bed, legs wide and mouth open as you shout your orgasm out for him to hear, drowning out the outside world... and as his eyes would drift down, he could imagine your belly, cute and round; a baby kicking out at his hand as he caressed the stretched-out skin.

The image of you carrying his baby sent his mind into a blazing fire, the tightening in his balls and swelling of his cock too much to bear. Miguel arched his back, the wheels of his chair squeaking faintly across the floor as he curled his toes in his polished shoes, hot, thick ropes of cum shooting out to coat his belly, fingers, and even the underside of his desk; your name leaving his lips in a flurry of obscene prayers.

His mind was fuzzy as he slowly came down from his high, the sound of your giggle snapping him back to reality:

"See you when you get home, Miggy~"

The phone hangs up, and Miguel is left with his pearly white mess coating his belly, making his skin and hair sticky. At least he didn't get any on his shirt. This time.

The bell rang, suddenly, shaking him to full lucidity from his post-coital haze, his hairs standing on end and making him jolt up straight.

He hastily grabbed a few tissues from his desk drawer and began cleaning up, shoving a few stray stands of his graying hair back into place as he began to hear the chatter and footfall of students in the halls.

Oh, you would pay for this when you got home, all right.

[thatdeadaquarius]

Sobbing and crying just saw your post of us sounding like a Sim, and I am DYING.

What if it went the other way? They can understand us, but we can't understand them!

Us : hey so what the fuck is happening why tf am I in genshin impact

Them : OMG ASKSKSKSKS FEDERRRALL MEERKK TREEESO! (Omg it's the divine God I'm shittinh myself oml) or whatever idk)

Us: excuse me what the fuck did you just say about my mother? (US mishearing or maybe the words are randomized? Who knows)

Everyone just being confused and frustrated on why you can't understand them. Is it because they aren't worshipping you enough? Maybe some friendship level BS where obly those who are lvl 10 can understand u or smth? Who knows, certainly not the Creator.

I highkey am thinking about writing smth for this now but having it be for like each archons reaction or smthin but who knows. I just wanna see a bunch of divine beings confused outta their mind in like whatever cities square and it turning into a "holy game of charades"

Also happy early birthday ajdjdjkdkdkdk

I”M SO LATE SO THANK YOU FOR THE BDAY WISHES LMAO SORRY KARMA MY BELOVED

AHHHHH U INSPIRED ME BY THE ARCHONS HOLY GAME OF CHARADES-

AND OH NO LVL 10 ONLY FRIENDSHIP UNDERSTANDING-

(づ ￣ ³￣)づ here have a hug for your patience- sorry karma!! :')

LMAO this inuyasha gif- obviously everyone else guessing what ur doing and the 2 others r like ppl like Venti or Kaeya who r just fucking with ppl by joining you lol

OK BUT WHO DO U HAVE LVL 10 FRIENDSHIP?!

BC I GOT NOBODY 😭

ITS RLLY HARD TO DO OKAY-

I HAVE TO PUT ACTUAL EFFORT INTO THE FEW THAT ARE LEVEL 4-5 

ID BE SO FUCKED-

Oh no.

Oh god (you??) no.

What if you had the highest friendship with little d**ks like Scaramouche.

noooOOOOOO

He’d be like, “Eh, I don’t feel like translating today.” 💀

Also I’m rolling with the idea that 

perfect understanding = lvl 10,

Most words 7-9

Some words 5-6

Kinda ?? they get 2 words per sentence or smth 3-4

Basically nothing 1-2

◇

Anyway ornery bitches like Scara/Xiao/Alhaitham/Rosaria/Diluc (all for diff reasons like diluc/xiao would just be overwhelmed and dont like ppl that much lol, whereas haitham doesnt give a fuck lmao) would kinda suck to have as translators

OH NOT THE PEOPLE WHO WOULD JUST LIE ABOUT WHAT U SAID ON PURPOSE TO DECEIVE THE MASSES LIKE Heizou/Yae Miko/Kaeya/Venti 

They pull something like “oh well the god of gods said I could have the last slice of cake/an extra glass of wine hehe”

For different reasons these people would also be ROUGH translators: FISCHL OH NO- , Zhongli, Albedo (he simply would omit “unnecessary details”, cyno, ITTO PLEASE, Raiden (puppet) bc shed take stuff too far/too literally u would never be able to communicate jokes, Razor (im sorry bbyboy), Shenhe

THE CHARADDEEESSS

THE CHARADES OF THE GODS 

You may or may not get another title of a jokester god bc of these SILLY charades 💀

The people u have higher levels of friendship with giving hints LMAO

♤

“Uhhh….. Oh! Oh! Greatest Lord wishes to see a dance performance!” 

Nahida’s sweet voice rings out in Yujing Terrace, her tiny hand waving in the air like an elementary student who’s really excited to answer. …Which isn’t that far off honestly.

“Hmm, I disagree Buer, I believe the Hundun Emperor is saying they wish to take a bath perhaps. I am also attempting to use context, as it has been a long day for them.” Zhongli is in his classic “majestic thinking gentleman” pose, and you’d admire it more if it weren’t for the fact that they don’t seem to be getting what you’re saying.

You hadn’t yet found someone with a higher friendship level than 2 or 3 (hey, don’t blame yourself, you really have to put effort into friendship levels to get them anywhere and you were still busy screwing around in Sumeru when you got spirited away).

So needless to say, most people were getting “the, me, I, you, etc.” rather than the actual important keywords you needed them to, hence the godly charade game now.

As you “hold” something, you throw your hands up in the air, still keeping your hands wrapped around nothing. You think if somebody told you last week that you’d be playing charades with the archons in Genshin Impact so you could actually communicate with them… well you don’t know what you would have done. Maybe just gave them a really awkward laugh.

“Oh! Are you asking for a weapon? Akitsu Mikami, my emperor, we or our nations will surely provide protection from any harm that might befall you. Hm, I suppose we should offer something anyway… I wouldn’t want to displease them…” Ei mutters to herself, having taken over her puppet once more for the occasion.

She and Buer, still retaining their authority status, had asked for the area to be cleared in order to try and get closer to communicating with the Divine First, or you.

“Ha! What idiot would try to hurt the All-Parent in their home, unless they wish to get thrown?” Venti cheekily says, as you don’t understand him, but judging by Zhongli’s clenched jaw, Ei’s sigh, and Nahida’s giggle, you can guess.

You give your own sad sigh… it’s already been 3 hours. 😭

How hard is charades for 4 archons??

Well… apparently very hard.

You put your face in your hands, and you hear the (retired) archons start to debate something, you can tell it’s getting a little passive-aggressive between Venti and Zhongli by their tone alone. 

…Okay, now it’s just aggressive.

The archons eventually give their attention back to you so you can go back to your charades lol

You tried opening your mouth and closing it, very obvious, they can’t go wrong. 

…Turns out they can. 

Somehow you find yourself with a hot tea brewed by the geo archon. 

(Venti attempted to offer you Dandelion Wine, or Osmanthus Wine even, and only god, well you now, knows where he pulled them from. Ei swatted his head, he looked so offended, and his cheeks were all puffed up, heh.)

Giving up, you just try to motion for them to stay still, your hands gesturing like trying to calm a wild animal.

They give you questioning looks, and you begin to walk off, they all seem to immediately start discussing something with each other. All of the gods look very conflicted, and after a minute of you getting further away (yes, you’re almost home free, Xiangling here you come! ) Nahida skips to catch up with you.

She gives you a beaming smile, and you can’t bring yourself to not return it. She's so much cuter in real life, even the official art didn't do her justice.

You make your way towards the restaurant, finally.

And apparently you’re happier than you thought to smell the savory scents flowing out of the kitchen because your stomach growls loudly.

You’re too hungry to even attempt to stop it, no one will care, except Nahida’s eyes go wide. She begins to sputter, and flail her hands desperately trying to charade an apology at you.

…you were just trying to tell them you were hungry. 💀

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✨️Hope you guys got smth out of this rough draft✨️ ♡

:D hope u guys have had a good weekend!

My senior art exhibit is april 6th so wish me luck and prayers (from any religion im not picky pls)

Safe Travels,

💀♒️

♡the beloveds♡

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[osarina]

I JUST GOT AROUND TO READING I, CARRION AND UGH!!

“there’s a lecherous smile on Albatross’s face as he leans against the frame and looks at you, glasses hanging off the bridge of his nose. ‘Damn, if you weren’t the boss’s girl…’” awww stop it you’ll make me blush

THE SCENE W DAZAI FINDING US NOT READY YET “It’s not silly if it has you upset,” kisses on the nape of the neck and then kissing our ankles & buckling our heels >>>>>> “I’m sorry that I’m not a good enough man to do what’s right and let you go.” hey so what if i started violently sobbing. “but if fate brought us together, then far be it from me to deny the one thing in this world that has ever made me happy.” HEY SO WHAT IF I STARTED VIOLENTLY SOBBING.

“Still, he wants to gouge their eyes out.” if my man doesn’t want to gouge out people’s eyes just for looking at me, i don’t want him ‼️‼️

“My, Dazai, possessive, aren’t you?” “Very,” Dazai agrees idly. “Be sure to remember that.” bringing his hand up from your waist to cup your cheek, thumb brushing over your bottom lip as he murmurs, “That’s my girl, always so smart.” blushing giggling kicking my feet twirling my hair

“Fyodor Dostoevsky. A pleasure, truly.” oh no. oh no no no no no. that’s not good.

one more thing, i noticed that you kinda like made up your own characters (which was super cool and really creative btw!!) could you explain how/why you chose the specific authors you did? and i’m assuming you got their group names from something they wrote, any reason you chose those works in particular? (these are the ones i’m talking about: Mishima Yukio of the Sun and Steel, Nabokov’s Pale Flame, Leo Tolstoy’s Three Deaths, Cao Xueqin of the Red Chamber, Kitazawa Michihiro of Fuji Electric)

ty for listening to my ramblings once again ily !!

TUMBLR USER PE4RL-DIVER UGHHHHHH I LOVE YOU WHENEVER I SEE U IN MY NOTIFS IM SO HEART EYES

albatross is truly her no1 fan in this fic and she adores him <3 dazai is so not unsubtly jealous of him whenever she talks to him. gets all side eyed and irritated and then has to hide it whenever she looks at him LOLLLLL meanwhile albatross is just pleased that dazai is no longer an emotionless brick wall with a quick trigger finger

WHEN I TELL U THAT SCENE WAS ACTUALLY MY FAVORITE EVER i actually struggled so much writing it not because it was hard to write just because i was yearning so terrible for him LOLLLLL HAHAHAH

</33333 we all need our own beastzai truly life is so unfair he's so perfect

OMGGGGGGGG actually thats my favorite part of writing series/long one shots. i adore being able to build up new characters and organizations. usually i pull them just from some of my favorite authors/works (i cheated with the one electric company its actually just a real company because i got lazy) BUTTTTT mishima is obviously my go to just because there's lowkey already been reference to him and his works in the series but no mention of him, so he's my favorite to build and explore. and then i dont know why but i always have the russian underground divided by three (tolstoy, dostoevsky, nabokov) and usually in a constant territory struggle. of the two ive built up, nabokov is usually the one i use the most because ive hced that he worked with the previous boss pretty often before things went to shit. but i've actually built tolstoy's organization more than his - the three deaths is led by a triumvirate of tolstoy, gorky, and cheknov who were all contemporaries and had were associated with each other. and actually fun fact, i plan on doing a fic with a reader who takes the place of cheknov as one of the three deaths so we're going to see more from them. cao xueqin wrote one of the 4 great classical novels of chinese literature. my fyozai fic i've also built a new organization for - they're based in italy and are in constant conflict with the clocktower, but i don't wanna give anything away because u shall see when i finally post that

maybe one day ill do a whole little page for the organizations ive built & their references in my fics for u guys to look at if ur interested!!

[jjcocker]

hm

Thinking abiut ......Tthe rockrs (remaking my how they got 2gether lore ++ Also wanting to make one for srocker but theyre not nearly as fleshed out as jj 😭i mesn. He kinda is but i dint knoww)?guhhhhhhh Thought dump

uh Imoodranr to note ill ev talking avout uh sthuff like suicide andall. bb careful ok

uh uh uh uhhhhhh Okay so likeeeee. jj was fuxken Deoressed during the . the obetime shge cmstoppped making music

frankly i wana chabge the time where she started #/Girling . Bc i think its be really funny if she like. stopped w her career whn she stil was an egg and then came back with like. jj knockersHAJAHAJSHDJAJSJS SORRY.

Therye so cute id eat glass for them

What if they sorta cracked each others eggs somehow.... Like idk srockee r helps her out she hlps him too

MULTIGENDER YURI. BTW

Oh uh back 2 the first Point uhhhhhh sorry. Uh so jjwS like depressed rihht. She felt erhere were obly 2 options. either ending her career or her life

idk I'll be real i do not think that her first attempt was after the injury. Shse had multiple (esp when she was like.. a teenager (16-18) bc shewas having a horrible gedner crisis and also jsut. Going "fuck everythign 🖕" and runibg away frim homr (bc in my loreeeee shes adopted abdthe only perdon who cared abt her was hervsister(erina)(bc i hc her ro ve her suster)}OWWFUCK MY HAIF IS ITHCY

Yeah im just considering making her even worse ans givinv her pixiv fic writer-levels of Issues.

i remember uh a post That might be really insensitive bc I never had it but i akso thougt of . like. jj bejgn used just bc of her fame. Uh like uhh. I dont knowwww i never had it but like people whod just. pressure her itno sex and then leave her. Bc like. BANDO DE INTERESSEIRO tehre I cant word it englishly

I JUSUT RRALIZED THID POAT ISA LIE THIS IS JIST ME TRAUMATIZING JJ LOL

Her srudet isfn safe either. Ever aince he qas little he had the expectacration that he Must be good ar stuff . like. he was the Golden Child. and then as you kniw golden chukd burnout..adn jg got even wirsr

I dfk i font Lore him as much

i mwan i do just make him me

buf cooler

and more transgendef

Anyways they both have beef with tsunku (silly way of saying They bigh vave relgionus trauma

jj also had a seuxkaify crisis for yrs and in those same relarionships that shed get used in shed force herself to be So Heteronormative . Shitty relationship after shitty relationship . Abd jnternalized gomophobia Okay ill edit tbus post later im tried oftypinh

BY LATERe IEMANN Now CHrALSLHO, N

ok so jj was like suuuuuper duper depresse d during the. parada in music. Its ljke i said theree eyah!!

and when shefinsly got better (phsyically) she fot worse (mentally). I dont know maybe she just. The Anxiety..mixed w the Presure of being back ons stage

important ish to note ghat she DID NOTT EAT WELL like she Wouldnt eat a proper breakfast. Not even in an inability 2 get up/executive dysfuction (is that the right term) way but more in a "i dont deserve it" way

thya all chanhed when she met srocker!! waow

Hinestly. why Did she start doing guitar lessons ?

anyways.

He was like. a chulll guy. And like she actually staretd tobturst him (SOEMTHING THAT WAS GRADUAL,BTW. SROCKER FELL FIRST AND REALLY QUICK THO . AS IN LIKE IMMEDIATELY FINDING HER THE HOTTEST SHIT EVR HES RIGHT FOR IT BTW AND..YEA

And srocker notices that jj doesmt seem .. too well? She still doesnt eat well btw. but like she has someone she actually kinda Trusts :)

Somehow they got 2 know where each others house is. idfk how hyey js did

at thispooint sr lives withj Pierce (police call guy ) annd jj Alone . <- unrelated but what if sr mover in w hertobher houde wthen thhey gir togrthr.

and um uh so (a scenario that i plan on making s fic of) is like. sr makws jj a meal bx hes concerned. Cause zhre looks like she hasnt eaten s good meal in a while K.(bc she really Didnt .)i dont renemveee thst k whar the hell

this is a reocurrint htibf!!!!! I think he likes to check up on jj v v often. Ans she feels. Weird. like Why is she cared about . Idk I'm projecting a bit of me here it mkaes her feek Weird when someone cares about her bc it's just ..... Why are you worrying about Me ? There are people who go thru so much worse adb yet. Me?

idk. the pinung gets more. pining-y

and also rhe uh first kiss thing. Lien that other ppst. i didn tmKNOWWS What to Go with! idk they smooched and started for eealissiseses dating.

oh yea and also during the time shes known him shes been eating better + just feeling Better. un gnersl. Because uh she has a cute lil freak that loves her ^_^ ♥︎

[bitbybitwrites]

Thanks to @forabeatofadrum and @onthewaytosomewhere for the tag!

Got a number of items I'm working on so here some bits for you: from a few WIP of mine.

1.) From the next chapter of Puppy Love (RWRB fic)

“Tia Nora is pretty fun,” Alex admitted. ”That’s why we’re best friends.”  He sighed and stared up into the sky. “I know it’s tough Raf.  Us being all the way in New York, so far from family and your other friends back in Texas.” “But Tia June is here. And I’m making friends, Papi,” Raf reassured him. “You are?” Raf nodded as he took a handful of snow and tossed it up in the air so it fluttered down on them both. “ There’s Milo and Becky and Thomas and Belle . .” “Wait, like the Disney princess?” “She told me she’s named after her grandmother.  Isabelle, I think?” “Oh.” “Those are my new friends at school.  Milo is nice.  He has glasses.  Becky shares her snack with me at lunch time.  Her mom gives her CAKE.”  Raf turned to look at his father with wide, amazed eyes. “CAKE, Papi.” Alex rolled his eyes.  “I doubt its as good as Abuelita’s Tres Leches," he sniffed. “Well, duh . . “

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2.) From Falling For You (Klaine fic)

“Who is Carole?” Kurt smiled and grabbed his phone to open up to a picture of his Dad and his stepmother smiling and laughing with each other.  It had been his father’s birthday and the two of them had cracked each other up with some silly joke or reference.  Kurt quickly took a picture to freeze that moment in time. “This is Carole, “ Kurt said as he showed Tracy.  “Dad met her when I was in high school.  And they fell in love and got married.  Now that doesn’t mean he forgot my mom or anything.  He just had a lot of love in his heart - enough for both of them.  Carole loves my Dad a whole lot.  She loves me just as much too.  She’s amazing.”  He leaned in a bit closer to Tracy.  “I’ll let you in on a secret.  She also makes the best cookies.  Remind me to make you some of her recipes some time.” “Like Christmas cookies?” “Exactly.” “Mr. Kurt?”   “Yes, sweetheart?” “Can I meet Carole one day?” “I think we can arrange that.” Kurt said.  “And maybe if we’re lucky, she may bring some cookies when she comes. “

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3.) From Sanctuary (Klaine fic)

It was a good handful of time before he got to his destination, having managed to successfully slip by a number of the palace guards in the process.  Blaine was able to sneak just outside of the castle walls.  He followed a well-worn path into the wood to a small cottage hidden just a few feet hidden in the trees. In the front yard, a young woman paused in her task of hanging her wet wash to dry. She stood, she groaned, rubbing the small of her back.  As she did the swell of the growing babe in her belly protruded forward.  She smiled to herself, caressing her abdomen, forming a beautiful picture even Blaine could appreciate: her soft blond hair escaping from her kerchief, brushing her brow.  The young woman’s brown eyes danced as she spotted the princeling approaching. She dipped into as low of a curtsey as she could manage without tipping forward.  “Your Royal Highness,” she said in a soft voice.  “Good morrow.  I was wondering when you would come by this day.” Blaine smiled sheepishly as he held aloft his offering from the head cook.  “Mistress Fabray,“  he said proudly.  “I come bearing gifts!”

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4.) Untitled Klaine Valentines 2024 Challenge fic

OK, am loving all the work I'm seeing from the folks doing the Klaine Valentines 2024 challenge set out by the @klaineccfanficlibrary

I got an idea for something, inspired by their first day song selection (Padam. by Kylie Minogue) so here's just a little bit from something I started . . The best way I could sum up this fic is this section of the story:

The young men from Dalton House weren’t just lookers.  They were well versed in everything from English Literature to economics. They could hold their own in academic debates while also using those dexterous mouths and tongues to suck your brains out of your cock.  Brains and beauty - and all of them looking for older (preferably more financially well off) “patrons.” Or so the rumors went.

So yeah, there's a bit of an age gap planned , Blaine in his mid-late 20s, Kurt in his mid-late 30s. and a bit of a Pretty Woman vibe to the story . . you know, hooker with a heart of gold type thing :)

And the selection from the fic so far:

“The auction.” Kurt’s mind puts two and two together. Elliot nods and motions towards the front of the ballroom.  Up on the stage there were three large gilded cages, each with a young man, scantily clad within them.  The boys were dancing as seductively as they could manage.  The two on the far right and far left of the stage (one brunette, and one blonde) kept throwing worried glances to one another as Dalton House patrons gathered at their feet, appraising them. “The ones on either end . . . despite flouting the refusal clause, they were caught with each other in bed.  Fraternizing with another student in contract is strictly forbidden.” Elliot said in a low voice.  “Nick and Jeff were just stupid.  I had warned them, but they weren’t careful.” Elliot shook his head. “And now I can’t protect them. They go to whoever is the highest bidder for them tonight, no matter what.” “And the boy in the center cage?” Kurt was hypnotized watching the young man sway his hips, his arms raised above his head, eyes closed to shut out the world around him.  Dark curls fell gently over his brow - curls that looked so soft, Kurt realized he wanted to run his fingers through them. “Blaine?”  Elliot sighed.  “I don’t know why he signed with Dalton, to be honest.  He just didn’t seem like the type, you know?  But again,  he refused one time too many for the administration’s liking. And now it’s come to bite him in the ass. He’s up for auction too.” “That’s . . . too bad . . “ Kurt murmured, still transfixed with watching Blaine.  Kurt couldn’t explain it - it was like the blood was rushing to fill his ears. And all he could hear was his own loud heart beat in syncopation with the music in the room: Padam, padam Padam, padam Padam, padam

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[thegoldenappleofdiscord]

caught in the river of tears that i cried

chapter three now up on ao3! read full chapter here!

iii. pipe down with the noise (i cannot bear my sorrow)

Will awoke to those eyes again.

He hadn’t gotten a chance to look at them earlier. They watched him now from between the shuffling bodies of Kass and Michael, who were engaged in an argument that Will couldn’t quite hear yet – irises like a blackout, leaving no light behind. They were magnetic and yet somehow unnerving all at once, framed by a ring of dark wispy eyelashes that only made them stand out even more.  

Kass’s voice tore through the murky bog in his ears, as though she had cut it with a knife. “This isn’t okay, Michael! You can’t keep him cooped up in here all day.” 

“He isn’t cooped up all day,” Michael snapped. “And the more experience he gets, the better.” 

“How can you say that?” She had her arms crossed, linked together and clutching at each other like they were anchors. “He fainted. Has he not been getting enough sleep? Or eating? Why didn’t we check up on him? How didn’t we know?”

She stepped back, guilt swimming in her eyes. Will couldn’t tell whom she was more mad at anymore - Michael or herself. Her stature shrunk, deflating. “Gods, he must’ve been feeling awful.” 

Michael’s expression softened. A withered sigh dragged out like cigarette smoke. “Look, Kass, I’m not trying to overwork him, but we’re understaffed and, frankly, not as organized as we need to be. And you know what everyone’s saying. We’re on the verge of something.” Slabs of sunlight simmered on the harsh planes of his face. “We need to be prepared.” 

“I know,” she said. “But there’s a lot we can’t prepare for, Michael.” 

He glared at her. “That’s the sort of mentality that’ll get us all killed.” 

Kass stiffened. Will had never seen her so hesitant before. “That’s not fair.” 

Michael’s lips pressed into a thin line. He looked like he might say something more, but refrained the moment he noticed Will was awake. “Don’t sit up yet,” he ordered. His fingers drifted over Will’s skin, thick, sturdy, and littered with little cuts. They smoldered like coals. Each healer had a different sort of glow, and Michael’s was the kind that burnt, ember-hot. It matched his ashen face.  

Kass flew beside him, wringing her curls like a twisted wash cloth. “Oh my gods, Will. Are you – no, that’s silly. Of course you aren’t okay. Look, if you want to take the rest of the day off…” 

Michael’s eyes were a maelstrom of emotions, only for a moment – then they went dim. “Kass.” He tried for a gentle tone. Turning to Will, he asked, “Will, can you describe how you’re feeling?” 

“Tired,” he said immediately. His tongue felt like lead. “Dizzy.” 

“Kass, get him some water.” She flew off in an instant. With her out of the way, Will could see the boy behind her, the one who had introduced himself as Nico. He wore a sweater underneath his camp t-shirt, a coat that swallowed his arms, and muddied rain boots. He was clutching something in his hands – a toy, maybe, his twitching fingernails chipping away at its paint.  

Will was propped up slowly with Michael’s assistance, and Kass pressed a cold glass of water into his hands. He hadn’t realized how thirsty he was – really, he hadn’t noticed much in the past few days, but now his brittle throat and clammy skin were making themselves known. When he glimpsed his reflection in a nearby mirror, he saw eyebags, dark as bruises. They carved deep, drooping grooves in his skin. His mother had them, too, but she always wore a smile to chase the uneasiness away. Will couldn’t quite bring himself to do the same now, even if he wanted to. 

“I’m going to take care of your other patients for today, Will,” Michael told him. “You stay in bed and rest up, got it?”

He nodded weakly. Kass ruffled his hair, said he knew where to find her, and took her leave. Then it was just him and Nico, who watched him curiously for a moment before asking, “Are you okay?” 

Will downed the last of his water. “I-I think so. I’ve never fainted before.” 

“My sister did, once. On the train, ‘cause she stood up while it was moving. I had to carry her off.” Nico said. “...It wasn’t me, right?” 

Will stared. He was still trying to process the train bit. “What do you mean?” 

“I didn’t make you faint, did I?” Nico leaned in, cocking his head to the side. His mop of dark hair cascaded in shiny waves, and Will could spot a leaf or two nestled in them. “I don’t think people can do that.” 

Will had thought he was too tired to muster a smile. He was wrong – now it came effortlessly. “I don’t think so, either. I think I was just tired.” He paused, a memory pushing to the forefront. “You came in earlier for something, right?” His hand shot out, reaching for Nico’s wrist. “Are you hurt?” 

Nico blinked owlishly. Confusion rolled his pert lips into a frown, then spread them out into a doughy smile. “Hurt? You’re the one who fainted when I walked in.” 

Will blushed. “Not on purpose!” Then, “Sorry.” 

The sound that burst out of Nico was a spectacle. It went endlessly, like string after string of firecrackers. It wasn’t much a sweet giggle or hearty chuckle, but something completely mad in its raucous nature – and maddening to hear, as well. It drew looks from patients and healers alike. Even as it fizzled off, the remnants of laughter still glowed on Nico’s features. 

“What’s so funny?”  

“You. Why’d you say sorry?” A lopsided grin, one so careless it looked as though it would blow away in a mere draft. “How is fainting your fault?” 

[sketchybusiness4130]

I SAID I HAD MORE AND I MENT IT. if you have no idea what im talking about, go check out my first post :3

basic idea tho is that Ford picked up and adopted a fellow dimension traveler who happens to be a unicorn durning his 30 years on the other side of the portal. Thier name is Linked Hopps, also know as just Link or Hopper

close ups and more lore shall be placed below the cut since i really went off the charts

spiderman meme, Hopper definitely picked up some habits and more from ford. she looks up to him and mimics his style

speaking of style heres a full outfit! fully equipped with a saddle bag full of goodies, a pair of glasses that probably have a shit ton of useful features. (she doesnt actually need them to see after all) straps on her back legs that are full of weapons and useful items. the uh necklace isn't supposed to be a necklace but rather part of a hood with a little clip to the corner bit.

oooo color yay, so a bit of backstory. Link here had a cracked horn. happened when she was about 5 or 6ish?(age isnt really set in stone but it happened before discovering her talent) and it makes doing painful and veryyy difficult. with the help of ford the two mange to make some enchanted rings that focuses her magic and aids the pain of doing so. its not a full fix what so ever but she can at least levitate stuff if needed. if she uses it too much the pain will get unbearable and she may pass-out. in emergencies Link has full on yoinked Ford out of danger. in fact its probably by doing exactly this that the two of them were able to get to through the portal at the same time(i will elaborate more on that with another post later)

now, let's talk about those scars, huh? link here had the joy of landing right into the perfect spot within the fallout universe to wind up suckered into new vegas' old world blues DLC. why? bc i love that series and can do whatever i want. Link's portals tend to lead her to completely random places and worlds. after getting a better handle on how her poition portals work, Link is able to somewhat reliable hop back to previous places shes been to. Oh nearly forgot, the way those special poitions work is a combination of her haywire magic, a mixture of ingredients(major changing factor on where she ends up), and a dash of her own blood.

cute family photo! probably taken after officially adopting Hopper. though i have no idea how officially they could have done it since neither of them have proper ids or their birth certificates. ijdwijwdj maybe they forged it?? yea they forged it XD

cute and silly photo of Ford holding Hopper like i hold my cats from time to time. i messed up on the anatomy for Link's lower half tho so just ignore that 🙃

this i would place as not long after the two first meeting and deciding to travel together. Ford took her on as an "apprentice" and taught her everything he could. Hopper was at max 10 or 11 years old when they discovered/got lost in the multiverse and for Funzies ill place the time of meeting at around 12 or 13. parallels and all that.

anddd lastly a Stand alone Ford pic. mostly did this one as practice but am really happy with how it came out

[nimbus-cloud-90]

Oooh I wrote another long one. Buckle up folks it's a helluva of a ride (literally).

TW (to be safe): Drowning, a little bit of blood.

Chapter Eleven:

Inferno Part Two Electric Boogaloo.

When we got off the boat I looked around and saw that the cave goes down deeper inside.

“This is your stop ain’t it?” The boat driver asked happily, smiling creepily as his skull showed up, the skin of his face seemed to melt, or at least trade places with his bones.

“Yes, thank you,” The four of us started to walk off, when he blocked our path with his boney arm, “Woah, woah woah, not so fast tiny living creatures!” it happened so fast my gut ran into it. It felt like what I imagine an airbag to your stomach feels.

“Not all of you can go at the same time!”

“Why not?” Like he knew I was going to ask that he opened the floor hatch and took out an emergency raft. “Well, first of all the raft isn’t built—” Before I let him say anymore words I took it, found the plug and started blowing into it.

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Two Hours Later

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After the raft was built, I stopped before my lungs started to give out.

I think I died a couple times during that but that didn’t keep me from blowing it up.

Nile found a fan and started fanning my face, and he’s so sweet and loveable I wanna pinch his cheeks.

….Man, I must’ve lost more air than I thought.

“—Okay then, what I was going to say before you started, all of that, was that the emergency raft can only hold two people at a time.”

“So what do we do then?” Bella asked in my place.

“You take turns, silly organ havers!” I was about to protest, literally everything he just said when he turned around suddenly and picked up a box, “Oops, almost forgot to give you these!” He opened it and there were cloaks and glasses inside, “Here put these on, I’ll explain in just a second!” We did as we were told, although I had to help hold the pants of Nile and help guide him in because he was shaking a really bad, poor guy. Although I did feel a shock again, and I excepted and turned down his apology for something he couldn’t control.

“Shit, shit fuck!” I heard suddenly behind Nile.

“Wait is that-?” Nile asked.

“Yep, it’s Xander.” Bella said and strained to smile.

“Oh, dear.” The skeleton said.

“What now?”

“Young skin wearer, would you mind taking that off for a second?”

“Sure I guess.” Nile did and suddenly the person known as Xander ran behind Agni and said, “Hi Nile, nice to see you again, how’s living?”

“It’s alright, can I put these back on now?”

“Yes, you can, because the parasite is gone now!” The skeleton said. Nile just shrugged at me as I got more disturbed by this whole thing.

“Okay so before I was rudely interrupted by my protege, the cloaks you’re wearing prevent the ghosts from hitchhiking inside of you for a way out, and the glasses let those see the ghosts that can’t.”

“Uh, boss?”

“Yes Parasite?”

“The blonde one can see ghosts.”

“Oh really?” And despite not having eyes the skeleton managed to peak its interest by raising its hairless brow.

“Yeah, but I’m in training still, sometimes I can see them, sometimes I can’t.” Nile said and sheepishly scraped his shoe on the floor.

“Don’t believe a word he says he’s basically a god.” I interjected. Nile’s face got red and he covered his face in his hands.

I stared at the sight longer than I’m willing to admit.

Then the skeleton’s voice broke me out of that trance, “Well, you can keep these as a second option if you really need them.” The skeleton said as I started walking toward the boat, “Wait before you get on the boat you have to sign the waiver.” the skeleton said and handed it to me.

“It just says, ‘if I died during this ride, it isn’t the God of Death’s fault.’” I read from the paper and looked at the skeleton.

“Sorry, it’s company policy, and I know it doesn’t do much good these days, but what can I say, I want to be Skeleton of the Month!” And I signed the waiver to help the guy out.

Look, just because he’s creepy and unnerving, doesn’t mean he doesn’t deserve Skeleton of the Month, he’s a really nice guy.

“Okay Susan Storm and Reed Richards, get on the boat.” Bella said and practically shoved us into the raft.

“What about–”

“Nile, I’m fifteen, I’ll be fine.” Bella said and patted his head.

The way she recoiled and said, “Fuck Nile why?!” made my unexplained jealousy about the headpat better. “WAIT A SECOND!!!” Nile said and handed Zoidburg to Xander and quickly went back to the boat.

After Nile said sorry about fifteen times, about the shock and to Zoidburg for leaving him in the hands of Xander, whatever that means, I felt something grab the back of our raft, “You’re about to take a trip on The Ride To Death!” The skeleton said in an announcer voice, “Please keep your arms, legs, hands, feet, and all other fleshy bits inside the ride at all times. Please refrain from standing up during the ride, and remember to have fun!” The skeleton said as they pushed us down the slope I JUST NOW NOTiCED HOLY SHIT I WANT OFF NOW!!!!

I guess it’s too late and I have to accept my fate as I scream all the way down.

“AND NO FLASH PHOTOGRAPHY, THE GHOSTS HATE THAT!!!” I heard the skeleton call from behind me, the voice sort of echoing and getting farther away as we started going down faster. I noticed we were going, like, fifty miles an hour downhill, and I held onto Nile during the entire duration of that.

Once that stopped I eased up on Nile a bit and was about to apologize when we started going down ANOTHER hill, and clinged onto him once more. I saw several ghosts and the thought of them stealing my body and using me as a meat suit unnerved me so much I hid my face in Nile’s neck to avoid looking at them. Then the raft came to a sudden stop. Then FUCKING LEVITATED SIDEWAYS!!!!

“How much do you want to bet the God of Madness who created this?”

“I WOULD GIVE MY ENTIRE LIVESAVINGS FROM MY HOUSE!!!”

“Don’t do that, you need that for college!” Nile scolded and gave me a worried look.

“I CAN’T GO IF I’M DE—” The sheer force of us going backwards cut me off abruptly.

And that’s when I knew we were drowning.

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When Nile’s lungs finally got some air, did he ever mention how much he loves them and how grateful he is that they haven’t been taken yet, and looked around him he noticed that they were no longer underwater, and were moving at a relaxing pace.

It freaked Nile out even more and gave him an unwanted paranoia about water coasters as a whole.

Jake noticed his tight hold on Nile and apologized as he removed his arms from Nile and noticed the indents he made on Nile’s arms, a dark ooze seeping through the black hoodie.

“FUck, let me help you.” Before Nile could protest Jake took his hoodie off.

……

……

……

…..and then sees the fuckin’ stab wound, that’s where the blood was coming from.

“Nile—”

“Hey, it happened a while ago it’s getting better!” Nile tried to stand but Jake gave him a look that told him if he gets up he won’t have legs. When he finally settled and got comfortable Jake opened his dufflebag and cleaned and put a gauze pad over the wound.

“Why do you have a stab wound?”

“Because that loveable dumbass got in the way of a knife.” Nile turned around to see an average looking ghost. And his heart panged at seeing such a familiar face.

Nile’s trying not to cry.

“Hey, I was trying to help you.” Nile said and looked away from both of them.

“You also almost got trapped inside of a death portal.”

“What?”

“Hey you did too!”

“What?!”

“You haven’t explained to him anything that happened?” Nile looked sadly at the water below.

“I just didn’t want Jake to hate them, that’s all.”

“Nile,” The person sighed, “I know they’re better than they once were, Garrison definitely helped. But you can’t ignore what they’ve done, you just can’t.”

“But Thomas I–”

“Look, I’m not asking for revenge, I’ve moved on completely and have no need for revenge, but there are some things about a person you can’t forget Nile, they did some not great things to people, but I believe it is possible to move on, without forgetting where you came from. Nile, just know that you’re not hurting anybody by moving on I promise.” And then Thomas just disappeared.

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Nile burst into tears beside me while I tried to breathe and get air into my lungs, and when I finally had enough air to speak, “Hey, Nile what’s wrong, what happened?” I worried about how much air he got and if he was using it all already. All I heard from him was, “I’m sorry Thomas, I’m so sorry.” I rubbed my hand up and down his back soothingly and let him cling to me. When he finally stopped crying I asked him the same question again.

“Okay, I’ll tell you, but you aren’t going to like it.”

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All I managed to do afterward was hug Nile even more.

My poor boy.

“So we’re not allowed to hang out in a coffee shop huh?” I tried to joke and luckily he laughed and I didn’t have to drown myself again because I made him cry.

He did harshly punch me in the arm however, which is fair.

“Hey, you lost your glasses.” Nile pointed out.

I put my hand on my face to search for them, “Huh, guess I did.”

Nile suddenly smiled and rested his head tiredly on my shoulder, “You don’t hate them do you?”

I’m not gonna lie, it took me a while to answer this question for myself, “No, I don’t think I do at least. I hate the one lady for sure, but everyone else was relatively fine.” I paused to find my next words, “Although, using someone’s boyfriend as bait isn’t a good thing Nile.”

“I THOUGHT THAT ASSHOLE WOULD’VE TOLD HIM SOMETHING REGARDING THE PLAN, I DIDN’T KNOW HE WAS GOING IN BLIND!!!!”

“I know, just teasin’ ya.” I said and nudged him with my shoulder, “I also don’t want you to give me rat poison to try and be better friends with me either.” Nile’s face got red and he put his face in his hands and groaned, and I thought he’d been through enough already so I’ll stop teasing him for now.

The whole boat ride to the shore there was a comforting silence, probably I have no idea how many ghosts there could be around, with me and Nile’s hands almost touching.

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@computerglitch306 here's some angst @shadie-cat fuck Xander

[spicycowboyhole]

taking a shower tomorrow

i didnt get much for christmas this year tbh

im kinda jealouse cuz my siblings got really expensive shit and i got like pretty much just stocking stuffers lol. i guess if i really want something i need to get it myself huh

anyway,, he texts me constantly but also calls me everyday. hes so nice to me it makes me cry. H is nice to me too. when i think about how nice these internet strangers are to me it makes me sad because i feel like im not allowed to be myself and im not accepted at home. im so afraid to be myself here and i dont feel like i fit in but when i talk to the little people in my phone?? they make me feel things? like im not crazy or weird OH MY GOD istg i cry almost everytime i talk to him cuz hes soso nice to me

idk what it is or what i wanna say exactly i kinda just wanna figure out how to word this so ik how to tell my couonselor.

what happened recently was i went to walmart with my dad and like i didnt take a shower or anything cuz we were just going to applebees and walmart and i dont even like applebees so who cares if my hair is fucked up right but when we went to walmart my dad was like you need a makeover cuz ur hair is bad and i kinda took offense honestly cuz i dont like my dad making comments about my appearence like this one time he told me i "need to work on my glamour" like wtf so i told my mom what he said to me at walmart and she AGREED WITH HIM AND SCHEDULED A DAY TO TAKE ME TO THE MALL TO BUY CLOTHES. and then so we went like on firday before christmas and it just kinda made me feel like a child and also like i was neglected when i was an actual child cuz idk i have like a lot of self image issues and i just wear whatever makes me not hate how i look and rn thats big skirt and little shirt but my mom wants me to wear jeans and regular shirt and i just think i look so bad in it. like she wanted me to get 5 outfits at the mall and i was like "so we're just gonna buy 5 pairs of the ssame pants? what if i dont even wear them?" and she said "YOU HAVE TO" so after that i felt kinda belittled? basically like i had no power or say in what im allowed to wear like A KID. BUT when i was an actual kid i would litterally go to school and my shoes would fall apart and i used the same ugly backpack from like 6th til highschool. like i dont understand why my parents suddenly care about how i look? now that im an adult? theyr ebasically saying they dont like how i dress and that upsets me because i feel like im finally able to learn how to express myself with how i dress now that im not inschool and scared of how people might percieve me and theyre judging not just how i look but also me yk

i NEVER got compliments when i was younger. i mean definatelelty not as much as i do now that im not as afraid of being myself. i mean people compliment me on my hair, my outfits, my glasses, my voice.

IM SMART, IM FUNNY, IM SILLY, IM WITTY, IM CUTE, IM PRETTY

IM GOOD

my hwole life everyone would describe me as quiet, shy. i thought i was weird, abnormal, i thought everything i liked was stupid.

i think i just need to get out of here.

its so hard to not hate myself when everyone around me sucks.

again, self image issues, insecurity, shame. when i was younger i used to hide pictures of myself cuz i just thought i looked so ugly and i still do. i'll look at those old pictures and think why would my parents let me go out in public like that? like ive always thought i was only cute as a toddler and then went downhill after that lol. but anyway im working on that by saving pics of myself when i was younger cuz thats me!! and if i were my parent i wouldve been a way better parent than my actual ones. she deserves everything she wants.

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

Pedantic, chapter four - a Malevolent AU

Arthur Lester is the best IT architect in the world, and the reason Carcosa, Inc. has its fingers in every pie. Government, medical, everyone in the world uses its systems. Arthur is also going blind and nearly gives up… until a deeply annoying cybersecurity programmer prods him into trying something new.

Chapter Four: Surely being right across the river from John Doe is a great secret to keep. Right?

AO3

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Arthur woke and knew his idea wouldn’t work.

It was a silly project, anyway. Possibly a massive violation of health privacy, too, if he did it wrong, but with someone as good as Doe at covering security, maybe it wouldn’t be so silly after all.

Maybe.

Good morning, Arthur, Cassilda said. Would you like some coffee?

“Gods, yes,” he groaned. He should’ve drunk water last night. Why had he done this to himself?

Stupid headache. Stupid head. Stupid choices. Stupid disease.

He’d felt cautious yesterday. Today, headachey and smelling of champagne, he couldn’t be arsed, and over a bowl of cereal he couldn’t really taste, decided he was going to do it.

#

Kayne reached out while Arthur was in the shower.

Hey, baby, the text read, somehow insouciant even in that flat tone. Ready to blow your mind?

“Nope,” said Arthur, turning up the hot water.

Too bad, because it is pre-blown, baby. Guaranteed delight on your doorstep.

This was not how he wanted to be hungover. “I don’t need the help, thanks.”

Sure you do! It’s time doot-doot for your time doot-doot in the sunshine time for your joyful time oh whoa whoa whoa.

What the text-to-voice system did with Kayne apparently singing was not safe for work.

Arthur didn’t answer. He washed his hair.

Baby, I’ve got a dozen options for you, and you’re gonna love them all so much you’ll have trouble deciding.

“I don’t need your help, thanks.”

You certainly do, you adorable little monk, you. By the way, I’m outside.

He what. He was what? “What?”

Just happened to be in Brisbane, buddy. Super salty sweet convenient!

“I did not give you permission to come to my house! Cassilda, include the exclamation point!”

‘Fraid it’s not up to you, Artie. You know the rules.

Arthur groaned. Yes, he knew them. When he’d been fifteen, Private access to physical and mental health professional sounded pretty good, and he hadn’t known enough to ask for those to be defined.

They were defined elsewhere. In legal paperwork he’d known nothing of. And by some insane stretch of logic, that meant Kayne.

“Go away.”

Nope! Do I need to call the big guy?

Ugh. “No. Fine. Gimme a minute.”

Arthur knew Kayne couldn’t see him. That was the whole point of the coating on this glass; it was purely one way, and Kayne—standing there in the rising sun, his sunglasses on, his suit somehow raucous—could absolutely not see him move nude through his apartment to dress.

Felt like he did, though.

Arthur’s plan to take his time like a brat fell apart, and he dressed in a hurry.

“There’s the wunderkind!” Kayne said, smacking him immediately on the shoulder.

“Can we please just get this over with?” said Arthur, standing aside.

“Sure, sure… oh, Artie, you still haven’t done anything with the place! You’ve been a bad boy. This is gonna have to go in the mental health report.”

Arthur gave him the driest look he could. “Really?”

Kayne swooped past him to the center of this glorious penthouse, and counted on his fingers. “One bed. One loveseat. One desk with tech-type accouterments. Artie, this is depressing.”

“I don’t want more stuff. It’s stuff to take care of and clean. Stuff in the way of my view. I’m fine. Name your fucking vacation places, and get out.”

Kayne flicked his hand like doing a magic trick.

Arthur’s feed lit up. He sighed and listened.

The first image is a white-sand beach, Cassilda said. The sky above the water has an illusion of Saturn with its rings. The second image is a red-sand desert from a bird’s eye view. The view is disrupted with a white resort of numerous buildings and a bright blue swimming pool. The third image is the New York cityscape, viewed from across a body of water. It—

“New York?” Arthur interrupted.

Even he could see Kayne’s surprised body language. “Yeah, but from Jersey. That area that got rebuilt after Hurricane Tony. It’s gorgeous now.”

“That one,” said Arthur before he could lose his nerve, because this was a no good, very terrible idea.

“Huh. Didn’t figure you for that, buddy,” said Kayne, and Arthur couldn’t see his eyes through those glasses, but knew he was being studied. “I threw that in there for a laugh. All these places are catered, mind. Full amenities and full accessibility.”

Arthur’s fists clenched. “I don’t fucking need—”

Kayne’s finger touched his lips.

Arthur froze. He hadn’t seen it moving at all.

“Yeah,” said Kayne. “Big boss man Hastur made it damned clear the stresses of your condition are responsible for this little tantrum, so we’re going to be a good boy and go along with nice Mister Kayne’s directions, okay?”

Arthur stared at him. “How the hell have you not been sued?”

Kayne smiled.

Arthur could see it. Like it cut through everything, the blindness, the red tape, the logic of the world. He took a step back.

“Aw, Artie,” said Kayne, not stepping closer, not needing to, to make this penthouse feel small and airless and claustrophobic. “You’re worried about me? How sweet.”

“I… I…”

“Sure you want the Jersey option?” said Kayne as though pitying him.

“Yes,” said Arthur before he could change his mind.

Kayne clapped his hands. “Done! Tickets will arrive shortly. You leave tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow! I haven’t even—”

“Say ‘thank you,’ Artie. This place normally has a two-year waiting period.”

You know what? Whatever. Whatever. Kayne was about to be anyone’s problem but his once he retired. “All right.”

“I’ll take that in lieu. Have fun!” Kayne made a kissy noise and just left, walking out, stepping so much closer than was necessary in this place, and he smelled of cold stone and inaccessible memories and inexorable future.

Then he was past and gone, and had obnoxiously left the door open, and Arthur had to take a long moment to regain his equilibrium and himself to close it.

Maybe Hastur was afraid of Kayne. Maybe that’s why the guy stuck around.

Whatever. This was good. He could be in the same time zone as John without John knowing. Yeah. This was a great idea. Absolutely the best plan he’d ever had.

Last night’s unwisdom finally caught up, and he hurried to his opaque toilet room to vomit.

#

The trip was easy. The usual drug administered by smiling attendants, and then nothing but weird, drugged dreams until arrival.

This was fine. Arthur could see in his dreams, and that was better than reality.

He had trouble making out the signs for baggage claim, but happily could follow the crowd that way. He had trouble figuring out which would be carrying his bag, but managed to play dumb as if he didn’t know how to read his email and get directed to it.

Then he wondered why it was easier to pretend he was an idiot than face the truth of going blind.

Nope. No more of that today.

He had just worked himself into some anxiety over figuring out the transportation situation when he saw his name.

LESTER, it said, in three-foot letters, so even he couldn’t miss it.

He sighed and went to talk to the holder of the sign.

One ride later had him in Riverview.

The history of the place was something. One of the worst hit in the successive hurricanes of 2034, the whole place had basically been crushed to fine powder, sprinkled liberally with the bones of the dead.

But that was years ago. It had been renamed, rebuilt, and now, it was fancy.

A live string quartet greeted him with sweet classical lmelodies from somewhere in the twenty-first century. A row of attendants waited, taking his bag, happily explaining what there was to do here, how they would take care of him.

He didn’t miss how—both by bodily position and gestures—they took him where he needed to go without obviously saying, We know you can’t read the signs.

He couldn’t. They were too small and elegantly discreet.

“Cassilda, pay attention,” he muttered.

On it, boss.

He got to his room. He ignored his bag. He went to the window.

As Kayne had promised: across the sparkling water, New York City.

At this time of day, he could see the tall shapes of every notable tower, and with Cassilda’s help, pinpointed the direction where John Doe lived.

Well, well. Doe lived on the water, himself. They could be staring at each other right now.

There was something powerful about being this close to the man when the man didn’t know he was here.

Speaking of: “Cassilda, message John. Okay, you bastard. I’m ready. Here’s my project.”

He described it in full. It was so simple, to him; just building off current genetic testing and risk factors, just using AI to actually compile information in a way the human mind could not, but oh—how it would have changed the course of history, had people known.

Wow, said John when he was done. You planning on this being required?

“Opt-in only. And we’ll start with you and me. We are the trial.”

You. Not me.

“Scared, Doe?”

Yes.

Huh. “Why?”

I don’t want to know what this program of yours will find.

Well, that was interesting. “Fine. It’s all me, then. Coward.”

A beat.

Fine. But you don’t get to see my results. You just have to take my word.

“Means you have to be honest about those results.”

Yeah.

“All right. We’ll do it your way.”

Deal. Do you always do your best thinking at five in the fucking morning?

In Melbourne, it was. Here, it was three pm. “My sleep schedule is fucked, John. I won’t lie. I also don’t care. When do you want to start?”

Now. Today. Whenever.

“What about your actual job?”

What about your actual job?

“Your” is italicized, Cassilda said.

“I’m on vacation, you whacko. I won’t cover for you. You sure about this?”

Yeah. Get to a console. Let’s start planning.

#

However Arthur had though this would go, this wasn’t it.

John grilled him. Asked for precise details on every single step, and not just for the alpha version of this thing. Sure, but in the final release, will you want easy sharing to unrelated contacts?

“Not exactly,” said Arthur. “I want the process easy, but not simple. I want people to understand the weight of what they’re giving away.”

Unshareable outside of family and personally employed medical professionals. Right. The challenge is we are trying to lock up knowledge that’s largely already accessible to the public.

“But not organized the way we did, nor with the conclusions our program will draw.”

True. So my proposition is to create tags for two different kinds of data. One, publicly shareable, since that is already there for anyone to find, but stripped of identifying details. The second kind—results, predictions, etc.—will be locked down hard.

Arthur considered. “That’s not bad.”

Should keep this from being flagged by any number of freedom-of-information groups or medical privacy laws.

“Okay— if it’s not difficult for the user to understand and control both options.”

We’ll have proper TOS and a short version, too, so people read before accepting. Should also prevent any companies using this information against any users.

John had meant it: he was putting up with every one of Arthur’s demands. So, he added another. “No yellow anywhere in the design.”

Ha ha ha! Gee, I wonder why?

“I mean it. This is mostly monochrome, some silver gradients to imitate polished metal, and occasional pops of color for important information and buttons.”

Sure, sure. Or we could make it all pops of color.

“Chaos. I won’t have it.”

What a prick. I said that fondly. You’d know if you ever heard my voice.

He wasn’t ready. “Don’t push your luck.”

Only if you ask me to.

How… was he supposed to take that?

Arthur changed the subject. “Here’s how I want the first part to be coded. Let’s see if you really can keep up, Doe.”

It’s John, for fuck’s sake.

“Earn it.”

You’re on.

#

They talked coding for four hours. Several times, the things Arthur wanted were met with a very gentle pushback—a simple sort of maybe consider this instead because, and an explanation that made sense if (and only if) John’s assertions about bad actors were true.

“But they’ve never been able to crack that encryption before,” Arthur whined, finally feeling the jet lag and grateful that whine didn’t translate to text.

John knew, anyway. Don’t whine at me. It’s because they’re about to discover the exploit unfortunately inherited from the beta version. And then he’d explained that, and it was incredibly frustrating to realize that he was right.

“You going to implement these fixes in Carcosa, too?”

Already have.

Arthur shifted in his deck chair. A beautiful drink sat beside him—impractically tall and narrow, it had an hourglass shape that Arthur liked because it served no purpose other than beauty.

The drink was pretty good, too. He’d order a third. “I wasn’t informed.”

Legacy systems. My purview now, not yours.

“All right. We’ll do that.”

Done. Hey. You sure about no yellow?

The color hadn’t come up for hours. “Yes. Why?”

So Carcosa won’t own this.

Smart Doe. “I wasn’t planning on it, no.”

Huh. Gimme a minute.

Arthur could do that. He thanked the nice lady for the third slushy strawberry alcoholic whatever, sipped, and sighed. The breeze was warm. The shade was perfect. The water sparkled. He didn’t feel like he was spinning out of control without something to code. It was way too good to be true.

Okay. Here’s the issue. Your contract says that any content you create while employed by Carcosa belongs to Carcosa.

Arthur sat up. “What?”

Got your contract right here. Fuck, you were fifteen? Who the fuck signed off for you?

“No one. I was an emancipated minor. What the fuck? That wasn’t in my contract!”

It’s because of the vague phrasing.

“Oh, shit.” Arthur lay back with a sigh. “One of those where it’s defined in the docs I wasn’t given.”

Yeah. But!!!

Exclamation mark, exclamation mark, exclamation mark, said Cassilda.

That wasn’t in my contract. I can do whatever the fuck I want. And there’s absolutely nothing in yours about you consulting on projects.

Arthur licked his lips. That was a whole can of worms, but one thing rang in his head like a bell: that would make this not his project. “Wait. Wait, I… wait.”

It’s still yours, Arthur. John guessed. This is just legal shit.

“And control. And money.”

And protects you legally.

“But I wouldn’t have control over it going forward.” Fuck. They could do anything with this. Make knock-off versions, or limited ones, or—

Do you trust me?

“No,” said Arthur without thinking.

Even though I warned you about this, and I didn’t have to?

Did he trust anybody?

Parker. But there really wasn’t anyone else, was there? Bella had been his best friend, Daniel the closest thing to a parental figure he’d ever had, but they hadn’t spoken in years.

The last time they’d spoken, they’d fought. The most perfect code will never love you back, Daniel had said as Bella stared, tears in her eyes, hands over her mouth.

Arthur had thought that was stupid, and cheesy, and had told them to get out.

And Daniel had been right.

Does that really mean I’m going to trust a guy I’ve never seen who’s completely hidden his past?

Still there, Lester?

“Yeah. Let’s make a deal.”

A pause. Who’s pushing their luck now?

“Me. Who’s also taking the risk.”

This is me scoffing. Scoff.

Arthur hadn’t intended to laugh, but he did, anyway, then blamed it on the drink. “Each time I trust you, you have to give me personal information.”

Hold on, now.

“You said you’re invested. That your star rises and falls on me. Am I your golden goose? Then don’t cut me open. Fucking feed me grass.”

It felt like a grand speech until John Doe started laughing.

Goose! Ha ha ha ha ha!

Arthur’s face felt hot. “Oh, shut up. I’m serious.”

Sure thing, Honker Lester! Ha ha ha ha ha!

Arthur hunched on his deck chair and spent a solid minute having Cassilda describe obscene emoji before choosing his response.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Fine. Arthur laughed, too. “Dumbass.”

Your golden prick is safe from me. I’m neither gutting nor circumcising you.

“Fuck’s sake, Doe!”

You want something personal before we proceed, right?

Arthur sat up. “Right.”

Fine. I’m nobody, but I have connections. I don’t need this job—I want this job. That’s important. I like working with you, but I’m not fucked if it falls apart. Starting fresh would cost me nothing. So here, me trusting you and you trusting me, I want it to work. I want you to keep creating; you see stuff the way nobody else does. And I want to work with you, so I’m willing to compromise to make this work. Okay?

There was so much to parse in that. “Is that why your contract is so different from mine? Connections?”

Yes.

“Who’s your connection?”

Later. If we’re doing this, I can’t drop it all at once. Golden goose principle.

“Honk Doe.”

Honk honk, baby.

Arthur laughed again, though he felt stupid about it. “All right. We’ll keep going.” And he did.

------

CHAPTER FIVE

Notes:

The whole drugged-to-travel thing is a reference to The Jaunt by Stephen King.

[blackvahana]

I think what I have to say is I feel like I know what Im doing, which is concerning. Grey was showing me... a lot, actually, but in the way he kinda just opened the gates to stuff. He slapped me with the name Yog-Sothoth in the way of specifically slapping me with "you've been dancing around this for months, acknowledge why you associate that name with us" and... Yeah i mean, he was right that what that name is associated with is. the core of. yeah.

The left hand side of my glasses shows ANVD as a system of glowing spheres lmfao and theyre core to my development of him. Time and space, and. grasping the fact that Grey has created much, much bigger things than a Silly Little Astral Realm (which I am putting so much stock into and hyping up as beyond my ability) has been a lot easier when I can just roleplay YST with him lmfao. Well, not actually that, it's not really been roleplay - or it has, sort of, but... there's been this huge element to my life of "i can do nothing, because if i could do anything it would cause mass destruction and chaos" but when I can associate with the energies of eldritch stuff, absolutely why thats central this life, i can finally be like. oh right. yeah, in other contexts they expect me to be benevolent bodies to fertilise the fields, but the people who come to us in (insert ways off plane) and as Eldritch on this plane know that we're. dangerous. scary. lmfao. so i can relax

there's a lot of that going into ANVD, we'll see if it makes it out the other side but i actually... think this will stick more than the placating placid environments that they were putting out before. god, even Gold is sick of being (overly) palatable, which. yeah. getting back to connecting w Gold in case you couldn't tell.

Whether I'm actually doing anything or not, the weaving - ok, reword. Whether this is an insane fucking solely mental realm production or not, ANVD's creation is finally getting as complicated as I need it to be before I really start pushing energy in, which is to say..................... Im having fun. This is what Im here for: I was working earlier on the messenger system because lev approached me under the guise of an alien (to ANVD) spirit coming to ask me for land and i was like ah god. diplomatic bullshit my beloathed. You ask me for ten seeds I will give you twenty plants (and if i dont its purely because Im pulling myself back)... No. I would like to keep bringing the Flock into existence as a complex like gods have to interact with people without actually showing up, but also, i got to play with the things that are going to exist in the gate system of ANVD, the Star Constellation underlying the entirety. Stars are eyes, right? So the watchers/observers are going to be parts of those and blah blah they need to be tied to places that havent settled (in my consciousness) yet and. look. look at all the fun toys to play with. yippee

Something about being looked at by Lev like I'm the father of his children after bonding ANVD w the Abyss earlier.... anyway....

I'm not posting these things on ANVD's blog on purpose because... Idk. Weirdly intimate details of his creation. But regardless..... huh. Forgot what I was going to say.

there's. Huh. Yeah. So much to say nothing to say. That's a good thing so I'm posting it

[muffindaddystyles]

Can you write overprotective long hair harry imagine?? Like he always hovers the reader when she is doing something or even nothing. Or when she needs to run errands he always go with even though its not required. And when reader fell sick he is full on mommy daddy mode dom!h vibes

A/N: OOPS I GOT EXCITED AND WENT OVERBOARD WITH IT :D

Harry’s awfully sweet. He’s a literal sweetheart with those marble sepia eyes, hazelnut curls and that big golden kind heart of his's.

But, to people he’s intimidating. From the black loiter of tattoos, a silver of piercing to the corner of his plush bottom lip and those long curls of his's that frays his broad strong shoulders turns everyone too giddy to talk to him and he's okay with that – bunch of loosers anyways whom he doesn’t want to waste his time on chit-chatting.

Then Y/N came into his life and his world flipped upside down, in a beautiful way (where he felt like floating into the crashing waves of crystal sea). It felt like she made him see the world through pink heart-shaped glasses and everyone’s just bursting into rainbows, puffaw! Boom! Their heads blasting with colourful confetti and ribbons.

Even though his slight grouchiness towards people lessened he still doesn’t gives two fucks before punching the shit out of someone if they in any way hurts, be rude and try to take physical and emotional advantage of, Y/N.

His bunny.

He’s too protective of her. And why wouldn’t he? She’s his everything. His little miracle and his hype-person, his lovie.

He’s the softest peach for her. The guy who walks and everyone scrambles away to give him a way, is whipped for his girlfriend.

He’s always having his strong arm looped around her waist when they’re out and walking, going to hold her hands instead if she’s too wiggly, keeping her close to his chest while he holds their coffees and sweets.

Whenever they’re doing grocery he’s always wheeling the cart around how much Y/N insists and pouts, he likes it that way. Hearing her blabber and skim her eyes down the ingredients labelled on the products then tossing it anyway with a shrug – makes him want to smooch her wet in kisses.

If they’re partying out with friends. Which they rarely do, (Y/N sometimes makes fun of them saying they’re getting too domestic day by day) he’s always having her put in his lap, his screwed up expression lazing when the alcohol starts to kick in and he’s just a blubbering mess of nonsense, and a very horn dog with his cock bloating up in his tight skinny jeans.

Not that he doesn’t let her have a breather and enjoy herself. He indeed does, they’ve a healthy relationship where they keep trust and faith in eachother.

But, sometimes he gets super jealous when people steal his little girlfriend away from him and once home he’s cuddling and oodling her, kissing her face all over with loud smacks and not letting her be away from him another second even it’s too bring him water or to get rid of his smelly socks.

Other times. When he’s particularly very jealous. The serious ones where Y/N unintentionally spends a tad more time at some of her classmates to wind up their upcoming project, he’s driving himself to pick her up and knocking at the door harshly and then dragging her out of there not letting her carry her stuff and huffing and puffing while throwing her things in the backseat.

Because Jeremy’s a sore rascal who’s shit at hiding his crush for Y/N and he should know better to whom she belongs. His innocent baby is too naive towards the possible hints and evil intentions of people.

“Oi. What got into you today?” She brushes the loose curl that escaped from his bun and let her fingers slide down his tight set angry jaw staring him a bit concerned upon seeing him this furious and ruffled up from nowhere.

“You’re mine,” Is all he'd respond. Smashing his lips against hers in a an ardent kiss and glide his palm down her ass to squeeze it and bring her closer grinning when she squeals into his mouth giving him a chance to slip his tongue in and kiss her deeper and sloppier.

“You’re a silly geese.” She giggles whisper into the mess of pecks and lock her elbows around his neck to give him an eskimo kiss.

“Watch y’mouth.” He glares her intensely loving the way Y/N gulps timidly bobbing her head.

“You’ll get a spanking today,” He always likes to warn her before hand. He wants her comfortable with him in every case and it’s downgrade monstrous to treat the person you love like a mean bitch out of blue -- so whenever she deserves a punishment he already announces her of it, warming her to the idea and giving her time to back away if she doesn’t want it.

“What did I’do now!” She whines and he nibbles onto his knuckle glancing her way in disbelief other hand on steering wheel, “What did y'do?” He asks her sternly. Spreading his palm over her thigh and squeezing it grimly.

“Did y'even care to look at the time, Y/N?” Oh boy. She’s in real trouble. Her name on his tongue never fails to turn her insides gooey and pause her heartbeat horribly. A red light for her to being bratty before she falls into the deep black dig of trouble.

Reaching home. He’s throwing her on the bed and demanding her to lay still on her tummy while he puts a pillow under her and spanks her bum sore with his rings imprinting her skin pink, though he never forgets to take care of her afterwards – putting a cool cream to soothe the burn and letting her sleep on his chest so she wouldn’t come in contact with the sheets as he kneads her asscheeks with gentle hands.

.

He could never have his hands to himself when she’s cooking and baking for them. Always, poking and prodding around having her head tucked under his chin, her embraced in his arms from back swaying them along to Hozier while she reads the recipe she wrote on one of the tiles.

“Stop!” She giggles, squirming in his arms when he blows raspberries against the dip of her neck and then creates growly noises biting and lapping into her skin, “You’re gonna burn our lunch!” She pressed her hips against his crotch to push him away and that warmed him more, delving his fingers more into her hips with a throaty groan.

“We could have a takeout.” His breath shuddery against her ear as he tries to pry the spatula away from her and kiss her grumpy whines down when the pots actually got burned, “I’ll wash and scratch them.” He’d assure picking her up and wrapping her legs around his hips and slipping his fingers in her hair to tug them and bring her mouth down against his’s to taste her.

“Wants to fuck you so bad, baby. My cock’s been weepy fo’ hours without your touch.” He groans, taking her hand and sneaking it inside his joggers to make her feel how stiff and erect he’s for her.

“I just gave you a blowie in the morning!”

“Blowie isn’t equivalent to fucking!”

.

“What y'readin,?” He scoots closer to her end of sofa with a smirk and towers over her trying to take a peek of whatever she’s reading with such intensity and then rake his warm palms up her calves to lay them over his thighs while he snuggles her wrapping a chonky blanket around them.

“Shhh baby girl, just want you to be more comfy.” He mumbles into her hair scratching his short nails against her scalp in soothing motions and watch her melt against his touch, eyes fluttering as she lurks dangerously to the verge of sleep.

“You always do that. Whenever the hot part’s about to come, you make me all sleepy.” She mutters laying her head against his clavicles gazing him up with hazy eyes, sighing in feign disappointment when he grins down at her in quite victory and gives her a sloppy kiss.

“What do y'need erotica fo’ baby? When your man’s the living walking momentum of sex.” He pouts, grazing his teeth down her neck and leaving a fresh hickey at her throat.

“That’s infact not, true. You’re such a cutie!” She beams up at him never failing to give him dancing butterflies in his stomach and he doesn’t admits it but he likes getting treated soft and gentle by his girlfriend.

“Such a shame. My own little love doesn’t find me sexy.” He grumps dramatically making her scramble hesitantly and turn to him in their tight embrace, cradling his face in her cold palms, “No. No. I find you sexy. I just don’t like sexualising you.” If Harry didn’t turn into a puddle before he indeed did now as he melted into her touch and kissed the inside of her hands lovingly.

“You’re sucha sap!” He whispers at her in fake offence and plant his lips against hers, patting her bum to make her hug him more tightly.

.

On cleaning and laundry day’s. He’s always helping her. As they scrub and mop the floors together, might fuck on them bubbly floors too if Harry’s lusty gaze remains on her spilling tits for too long.

“Thinks your floral bra needs a wash too, moppet.” His gradual attempts to lure her with his fingers stroking her thighs seductively always turns into a win when she nods shyly into his neck and let him have an easy access to her panties.

They’re always having a warm, full of essence bath together cleaning and washing the dirt off eachother after that.

Then sharing a cuppa tea while folding their clothes together on the bed and he’s always trying to tackle her into mattress when she laughs at his terribly folded clothes compared to her neatly binded ones.

“Your sucha menace,” He jests with his nose skewered up while he smacks her ass.

“Talk for yourself, Styles.” She retorts, tangling her knee around his waist and pulling him down into him. Puffing out relaxed breaths upon feeling safe and protected under his weight and Harry always smiles into the crook of her neck when she tries to cuddle him as if she wants to be his skin.

..

He’s the most daddiest when she’s drunk, sick or stressed.

Never letting her go out of his sight when she’s dancing on the floor with her friends. If some man even tries to approach her and breaths in her direction he’s sprinting towards her and pawing at her hips to situate her closer to him whilst blowing those potential guys off with a monotone expression.

“Harry! Do a lil dancey dance with me!” She giggles, making him sway with her and looking up at him with glassy floaty eyes.

“Bunny. ‘s late, time to go home.” He tells her, pinching her chin to plant his lips against hers and she squirms giving him a timid smile, “Okie. But I’ve to pee.”

“Me too!” Her friends chimes from behind her and Harry rolls his eyes playfully, gesturing all of them to follow him.

“C’mon you spies, not lettin’ ya’ll go alone.”

He waits for them outside the washroom while they do their business and he has his arms always splayed open for when his lovie comes back and he’s welcoming her in his embrace warmly with a sweet smile.

Dying with fond injecting in his every vein when she slurs and blabbers, “Home.”

Walking her up the stairs of their flat’s building is the most hefty struggle while she’s a sleepy, clumsy and giggly muck of doe gleaming eyes and swollen pretty lips drooling over Harry testing his patience while he makes her take one step at a time.

“Darling, bunny, just some mo' steps lovin’.” He coos at her, putting a firm hand under her bum and heaving her up into him so she doesn’t falls.

“Mhmmm you’re so pretty, daddy.” Harry’s head snaps in surprise as he stares down at her in adoring amusement and push her head under his chin while she slings her arms around his waist lazily.

Sometimes, she gets him so flustered he doesn’t know how to respond.

She whines and cries in dishevelment when Harry makes her sit on the cold marble counter and wipes her makeup off.

“I just wan’ to sleep!” She toes at his torso trying to push him away but he grabs it and tuts, glowering at her strictly, “You’re g'na complain in the mornin’. Sleepin’ with makeup makes ye' breakout remember?” When she still huffs and slumps giving him a hard time to clean her he’s pinching her chin and giving her a gentle jerk.

“Bunny. Stop with ye' battiness.” He grunts not letting his facade slip when she mewls stroking her cheek up and down his lightly stubble covered cheek softly.

“Else what? Y'never punish a sleepy bunny.” She smirks at him foppishly and lazily knowing damn well that one of thing Harry doesn’t do’s tease or punish her when she’s tuckered out and on the edge of sleeping on him.

“You don’t test me bratty woman.” She squeals when he takes hold of her panties to pull them down her legs, slapping her mound once discarding it in the hamper and he sighs when she’s already snoring lightly, slobbering his throat with her mouth parted comically.

After pattering her face with loving kisses he’s tucking her under the layers of blankets and letting her use him as her stuffie.

..

“Aw poor baby.” He mumbles, kissing her forehead when he finds her burning up against him and he’s quickly rummaging for thermometer from the night stand and the tissues he had stashed for emergencies.

“I don’t feel good,” His heart breaks when Y/N croaks out weakly and tries to crawl up his chest to stuff her face in his musky neck but her frail limbs gives out making her cry out.

“It’s okay bunny, ‘s okay. How but I make you some soup. Then y'take your medicines like a good girl of mine, then if your condition gets worse we’ll go to doctor, yeah baby?” He talks to her gently and sweetly, stroking her hair and peppering kisses to her temples.

“Just last bite, moppet.” Harry hovers the spoon infront of her and sighs when she shakes her head pushing his wrist away, “I’ll puke.” She sniffs blowing her nose harshly in the tissue .

“The bin’s right here, bunny.” He smoothens his hand down her spine putting the tray aside carefully to snuggle and comfort her as she cries softly against his chest.

“’M so sorry baby, you’ll be alright in the morning.” He couldn’t see her in such condition. It pulls and tugs at his heart so painfully he feels himself hurting.

“Oi. Why you crying, hmm?” He cups her cheek and makes her look at him as she skims her eyes away from him jn embarrassment.

“I —- You’re so caring and loving, treats me so good and it makes me c.. cr–-,” She hiccups finding it hard to breath and Harry rubs her back, whispering affinities in her ear making her finally sob, “Cry....” He chuckles softly pelting kisses upon kisses on her puffy eyelids, soaky dried up cheeks, her frowned up forehead, her wobbly chin and her nipping love bites down her chest then blowing raspberries at his own slick covering her skin making her giggle through her hiccups.

“I love you.” She whispers droopily, head lulling to his chest when the effect of medicine finally starts to kick in.

“I love you too, I want my healthy and happy bunny back.” He mumbles, inhaling a huge puff of her scent and squishes her lovingly.