#DRABBLES; All of Izzy's writing

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drabble.

Click. Click. CLICK.

That sound was seriously annoying her and it was going to annoy everyone else here which was only her. Alone in her home. It's who knows what hour and she shudders to look. Eyes avoid glancing down at her watch as she crouches down to shuck off her heels, setting them aside out of the doorway. Those can be put away and worried about later or the cleaner services would deal with it instead. Whichever one came first.

An audible sigh leaves her as she crosses from the front door to her kitchen, starting to taking off her watch along with any other accessories. Pepper's home now, she can begin the process of decompressing and pampering herself.

The clock in the kitchen tells her that it's exactly 2:23 A.M. and that's not the most uncommon hour for her to be up by. Even early in her career and life, Pepper's never had the perfectionist routine of being in bed by 10 P.M. as much as she wished she had that rigid of a schedule.

When working with Tony Stark closely was the commonality, she would end up awake at these hours due to Tony and later when the Avengers and superheroes (hey, you're one of those) came along; 2 A.M. felt like a normal hour. Pepper knew she'd be up by 8 A.M. for a 9 A.M. meeting in the morning with fresh makeup and smile on her face.

Her bra is lost sometime before Pepper reaches her bedroom, the grey article haphazardly tossed aside in a way that she's not sure she'll find it in the morning. There's moment of contemplation as lights as flicked on if she should even bother with changing into pajamas and self-care. She'll be able to fix herself up in the morning, hitting the bed seems like the most desirable thought at the moment.

Exhale.

"Okay." She mutters to herself, lights going out again and her thigh hits the bed first before she's letting herself timber over. Being alone allows her the sanctity of coming undone.

Phone is put to the bedside, set on the charger and than it lights up. There's very few notifications that come through this late at night that aren't muted. Text messages.

Tony.

Don't look, Pep, it can wait. He can wait, sleep for the love of-

Shifting around, she pulls herself further up her pillow and pick back up the phone.

[ All fixed up ] [ Waiting for you ]

Vague, but she knows what it's referring to immediately.

It. That. Her suit. Rescue.

Her.

"Fuck." An overwhelming amount of emotions well up and she knows she's got to put a lid on that. It's not too long ago that it happened. Her memories of Happy coming to him, his voice in her ears and the comfort her late husband brought her. Their time would always feel too short.

Being spied on while she cried and broadcast to the general public, JARVIS kidnapping her. She was done with that, all of it. The superhero stuff, wearing her suit, and feeling that different kind of powerful. Like that time as HERA and her team.

Why does it always come crashing down?

She gets it, she gets some of why Tony obsesses, why he can't stop.

Another text comes in.

[ You can stop by ] [ You know how and where ]

Don't text back. Go to sleep, forget about it.

It's been some time since everything went down. Time has been had to process and she feels okay again, strong and ready to take on the world with fire and storm.

Her fingers are already typing a response back. Now he definitely knows that she was still awake.

[ Were the changes made? ]

One of Tony's fastest text backs when it comes to responding to her comes in.

[ Come on you know me ]

She knows she's biting at her lower lip, taking a moment to think and breathe, than letting herself consider everything. Feel it all and make her decisions. Taking time with herself before she texts back.

[ I have room in my schedule to be by at 2 ]

She's not going back out there, not unless she knows she needs to be out but she doesn't need it. There's plenty Pepper can handle and do without a suit, but she could see it. It's good for emergencies, that's what Rescue was for anyways and it's her suit. Hers, no matter what now.

[pigeonwhumps]

"Did you think you were worth something?"

- Izzzzzzyyyyy *tackles*

Izzzyyyy!!!

Some Cass for you. Set during his early WRU training, between remembering his name and being sent to the US.

CWs: BBU, pet whump, WRU fuckery, restraints, dehumanisation, muzzled, implied beating, mentioned organ harvesting, talk of death, implied non con, drugging, overstimulation, low self esteem, verbal degradation

"Did you think you were worth something?"

Cass grits his teeth, straining against the restraints holding him prone to the table. Sweat runs off his body in rivers, pooling beneath him, his nerves lighting up like they're on fire every time the handler brushes against him. As he makes sure to do frequently.

Cass isn't sure what he's been injected with, but he's never felt like this before. He's pretty sure of that.

"Because you're not."

The handler trails the end of his baton down Cass' spine, and it erupts into a line of fire. Cass screams, tugging mindlessly, his agonised cries muffled by the leather dog muzzle they've shoved onto his face.

It's a regular feature. He hates it. He is not a dog.

He's worse.

"You're no better than an animal. You think your word means anything here? You don't get to say no. You don't get a say in your training. If I order you to jump, you don't even stop to ask how high. And if it's determined that the best way to train you as a Guard Dog is for you to attack live bait, then you do so. Unquestioningly. You don't say 'no', you never say 'no'. It's not a word that should be in your vocabulary."

Cass pants into the muzzle as the raging fire subsides slightly. It doesn't last long before the handler tugs his head up by the collar, choking him and making him want to scream at the contact.

"You didn't save her. 147. She was well past her last chance. She's been sent to the bottom floor, no anaesthetic. All you did was ensure her end will be more drawn out and probably excruciatingly painful. Organ extractions tend to be. Your refusal didn't save her."

The handler twists his fingers in the collar, pressing against Cass' neck, increasing the pain as he fiddles with something. The electricity doesn't even need to be on to set his nerves on fire at the moment.

"You didn't manage to rescue the other one either. 643, right? She's cute. Feels so good and she's so eager to please. I don't know why you keep trying. You're only a stupid pet, you don't have the brainpower for that. You do not get a say in anything. You do not, ever, say no."

The handler drops Cass' collar, his head hitting the metal, impact barely noticeable over everything that's already there. He can't breathe so well anymore.

"You're worthless. A useless failure. You can't save anyone, you're just a stupid pet. You won't ever be worth anything." His voice sounds from further away now, footsteps going away, coming back, circling. Cass whines. "I'm working on permission for you to see 147, all prepped and ready for donation. So you can fully understand the consequences of your actions, because clearly you're too stupid to do so yet. But for now, until the Director approves of a different punishment, this will have to do. The only way to make you mutts learn is through corporal punishment anyway."

Something swishes through the air.

And then Cass knows nothing but pain.

Taglist: @littlespacecastle @whumpymirages @flowersarefreetherapy @painful-pooch

[jakedustry]

𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇 - 𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄

drabble

wc 1k+

warnings f!reader, oral (f. receiving), vaginal fingering, overstimulation, marks/hickeys, mention of m! masturbation

↪ izzy adds... everyone say thank you to my best friend for sending me this idea one fine night so that I could wake up to a paragraph about how he'd eat me out because that's what made me write this

It wasn’t that long since you started dating Jake Sim. You started as friends – best friends even. When he first came into your math class, you weren’t paying much attention to him. Honestly, you were too busy trying to figure out where your other classes were to even notice him, but he caught your eyes a few weeks later when he decided to sit next to you. At first, you only exchanged a few smiles and short greetings, but after a while, he started asking you questions, trying to get to know you. 

After that, it only took a few more weeks for him to become your best friend. And now, just a month ago, he managed to gather all his courage and ask you out on a date, confessing he had those intentions from the moment he sat next to you. You couldn’t say no to him then, and that hasn’t changed since then. How could you when he was the one to show you what love feels like?

“What’s up?” You wonder, looking down at your lap where your boyfriend rests. He is lying on his stomach, his head on your belly, absolutely unfocused on the movie on your TV. “Nothing,” he mumbles but doesn’t look up to meet your eyes. “Jakey,” you say, cupping his cheeks and making him look up. “What’s on your mind?” 

“You are,” he answers, making you scoff. “I mean it,” he looks you straight in the eyes before looking down again, his fingers playing with the hem of your pants. He mutters something under his breath, but you don’t manage to catch it. “What was that?” You ask, your cheeks flushing red the moment he looks up, flashing you the cutest puppy eyes you’ve seen yet. “W-What?” 

“Do you think I could eat you out?” He repeats his question, this time louder, with more confidence. You could never say no to him, and he knew it. But honestly, you didn’t even want to tell him no. 

The excitement in his eyes as he sees you nod is unbelievable, and before you know it, he is pulling your pants and underwear down. You’re embarrassed. You try to hide your face behind your hands, but Jake is quicker, holding your hands in his to make sure you see him. “I promise I’ll make you feel good.” 

“That’s not what I’m worried about,” you shake your head. “We’ve never– you know, you haven’t– and–” you try to form a meaningful sentence, making your boyfriend laugh. He pulls himself up to face you, tugging your hair behind your ear before he cups your cheeks. “I know, I know,” he whispers, his eyes full of assurance. “And we don’t have to do anything until you’re ready. You can stop me whenever you want, and we can pretend nothing ever happened. I don’t want to rush you. I’ve just been wondering how you’d taste,” he caresses your cheek, pulling you in for a kiss to prove he means everything. 

You don’t want to see your face because you know you’re as red as ever. But Jake doesn’t seem to mind a bit, carefully moving down again and making himself comfortable between your legs. You watch him place your legs on his shoulders, smiling at you to assure you once more before his attention shifts to your lower lips. 

He starts carefully, his tongue making its way from your clit down to your needy entrance. He takes his time with everything, making sure every lick of his, every movement he does, is as perfect as ever. He can’t rush this; he keeps repeating to himself. 

Jake keeps glancing up at you at first, wanting to see your reactions, but he soon gives up on that, too, diving in completely and focusing on his movements instead. 

“So good,” Jake moans, tongue-fucking you. Your head is thrown back, your hand in his hair as you cum for the second time. At this point, you don’t even know what he’s saying. He started blabbing stuff when you came for the first time and haven’t stopped since. He moves slightly up, sucking on your clit while his fingers make their way to your hole. You gasp when he inserts his middle and ring finger, lazily fingering you. Your legs shake, but he doesn’t stop. It’s as if he was in his world, on cloud nine, just because he can eat you out. 

His free hand wraps around your thigh, still trusting his fingers into you as he looks up at you. “You’re the best,” he mumbles, placing kisses on your inner thigh. “So good, I could do you forever.” You don’t get a chance to answer. Before you can even think of a response, his tongue is sliding between your folds again, and you’re unable to speak. Forget a dessert, this was the whole meal for him. 

“Jake– Wait, I can’t– not anymore,” you cry out, letting go of his hair, and it’s like something in him switches, looking at you immediately, his eyes full of worry. “What is it, baby?” He asks, completely frozen. “‘S too much,” you admit. “I can’t anymore.” He sighs in relief, slowly moving his fingers again, as if he didn’t hear you at all. “Is that so?” He coos, sucking on your inner thigh this time, and you’re sure it will leave a mark. “One more, please. You’ve been so good,” he praises. “Please, pup.” 

“Last one, though,” you agree, giving him a warning look that, however, only makes him chuckle. Jake returns to his job within seconds, leaving hickeys and marks all over your inner thighs while he fingers you before going back to sucking on your clit again. This time alone, though, his free hand doesn’t end up anywhere on your body, but instead, he uses it to pull down his pants, freeing his aching cock. 

His moans get louder as he palms his cock, pulling his fingers out to focus better. The praises from before turn into incomprehensible whines of lust and groans of your name, driving you crazy. 

It doesn’t take much longer for you to cum on his tongue again. Even though you thought you didn’t have another one in you, he managed to prove you otherwise, releasing all over your thighs soon after. His breath shakes as he falls on you, embracing you in a hug, as if this was just another one of your cuddling sessions. You’re both a mess, but you couldn’t have enjoyed this more. “So good,” he mumbles again before he sucks on your neck, leaving a hickey there too. “My girl tastes so good.”

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Clint laughs as he asks what got him on Jessica Drew's shit list, which he knows the both of them will get in trouble for even talking about her like this; or at least Clint did. He's never sought out to make himself swallowable for other people; they liked him, they didn't. They clapped at his performances, or they weren't impressed. And if they weren't impressed, well he would like to see them try, he would like to see them survive.

Jessica Drew didn't like him, and that's on him for being an asshole by. . . . well, he never claimed to be smart or mindful of his words. No brain to mouth filter. ❝ Well, when I first met her I called her Carol and in my defense, she was blonde and her 'nd Sparkle are like cojoined twins or those people who start to look like their dogs. ❞ Yeah, he'd be one of those people if Bobbi hasn't kept Lucky in the divorce.

Clint defines himself with words, but they were always the wrong words. Orphan, runaway, carnie, father, ex-husband; PILOT. Those were his words, who he was going to be but Clint could fit into any role he's put into; because the right words were competent, diligent, compassionate, devoted, clever. IT'S NEVER THOSE WORDS.

It's nouns, it's the troubles he's caused and not the troubles he's been through, not what he survived and he could do given any amount of time, any amount of need. Clint was a good pilot, because there were only two options and no greys; be good or go home. And he's never had a home to go to, and certainty not when he came to Starfleet.

He's a malleable element, went wherever he could fit and piloting his new skill; he liked the challenge of piloting, of navigation, and maybe there's a tale about a boy with no home being a pilot, learning navigation, and on starship sailing through the stars.

ASKING THE CAPTAIN TO TAKE HIS WORD ⸻ It's a big, it's taking the hard-earned trust that Leonard was right about him and Jim, that he was good people and he'd get along better with; extending it out to Jim beyond the bar nights from the Academy days; and let him prove that he's a guy to always have in the Captain's corner. Asking for a leap of faith, to not look into Clint and let him give him the pieces; PROVE HIMSELF.

His blues hold on Jim's, nodding his head at the glance and telling him the small pieces about himself; about how he feels about Iowa and where he came from. There's a lot of wounded pride, some shame, but he's not coming from a place ever where he wouldn't admit to where he's been.

The OH I SEE gets Clint to chuckle, because he's not sure what he thought about him before but ex-wife was a definitely the word to pick out there. ❝ That's why Lenny's my drinking buddy, brotherhood forged in following the same guide in how to wreck your marriage. ❞ There's a laugh, something tight in his chest because it's the first bond he's formed since the proverbial day everything went wayside. It's an important bond, one held onto tightly. They got sober togehter, shared in the hell of trying to repair themselves. Pride felt over this bond too, something he's sure that Jim will relate to. They shared friends, people they loved. They should know each other better.

Clint's not feeling like he'll share much more than that, but if the captain humors him more like this than he's bound to talk more about Bobbi Bird, at the least. She was a huge part of him. ❝ Really? Not an ounce? ❞ He says coolly, but just as Jim didn't dig; than Clint won't either. Believe it or not, Clint's not going to pick at someone else's scab; not if he doesn't want to hurt them and he doesn't want to hurt.

Except, there are a few things that he does pick out from what Jim had to say that Clint is going to comment on.

Observations, things he could identify with and being a few years sober now, which felt like a hell of a climb and gave him clarity. WISEDOM, something he could try to impart. ❝ There's something I learnt, it's called PERSONAL hell, not just HELL. It follows you where you go. ❞ And doesn't Clint know that well, he lives with his in his person. It lives with the Captain too, but he's not pushing.

❝ I don't see myself getting old either, hell, it's feat I did find a way to make it to my thirties. ❞ There's a lot to that, a loaded statement. ❝ DON'T COUNT YOURSELF OUT ⸺ I mean, god I can't figure out if I'm going to be the hottest looking old man alive or the ugliest son of a bitch. ❞ He changes course, adding a bit of humor for levity. Allow for Jim to latch onto that, and change the topic as he pleases.

it’s  hard  for  him  not  to  think  both  as  a  friend       &       as  a  captain  as  Clint  reveals  more  of  his  observations.       he  possesses  qualities  that  make  him  ideal  for  particular  missions  that  require  a  certain  finesse,       a  chameleon-like  adaptability  to  seamlessly  blend  in       &       extract  the  necessary  information.      

while  he  is  currently  serving  as  his  beloved  navigator  into  the  unknown,       Jim  feels  an  innate  certainty  that  he  would  willingly       &       competently  step  into  whatever  role  is  required  of  him  for  the  benefit  of  their  crew.       a  short  lived  laugh  escapes  him.       attention  is  attention,       whether  it’s  love,       or  hate  coming  his  way.       in  his  experience,       attention  is  something  he  has  always  courted,       whether  it  comes  wrapped  in  adoration  or  animosity.      

to  him,       the  spotlight  is  not  a  source  of  discomfort     ;       rather,       it's  where  he  feels  most  alive  & in  his  element.       let  it  be  blindingly  bright                          he  still  thrives.       ❝          i  bet  the  correct  reading  was  something  a  little  less  funny.          ❞       he’s  a  pain  in  the  ass  for  his  crew  just  as  they  are  in  his.       it’s  the  perfect  balance  aboard  their  beloved  Enterprise.       it’s  what  keeps  them  alive       :       having  the  guts  to  confront  others  so  they  become  better  versions  of  themselves.      

is  that  what’s  happening  to  the  two  of  them  now     ?       ❝          how  did  you  get  on  her  shit  list     ?       not  that  it’s  hard  to  get  on  there.          ❞       the  lighthearted  air  about  him  disappears  rather  quick.       he  knows  Clint  means  what  he  says  about  his  file.       &       for  Jim,       his  past  should  not  dictate  his  future.      

people  change       ;       he  has  full  faith  in  that.       &       his  gut  feeling  is  seldom  wrong.       ❝          I  KNOW.          ❞       he  punctuates  that  brief  statement,       his  piercing  gaze  on  the  other’s.       although  they  haven’t  said  too  much  about  this  particular  subject,       it  feels  as  if  the  glance  they  exchanged  told  volumes  of  stories.      

❝          i  love  the  outdoors  too,       actually.       oh     .  .  .       i  see.          ❞       he’s       DYING       to  ask  about  his  past  life,       however  he  fights  himself  not  to.       he  isn’t  sure  what  can  of  worms  that  could  open  for  him.       the  captain  doesn’t  want  to  cause  him  discomfort.       though,       he  will  slip  one  day,       eventually,       &       want  to  learn  what  happened  with  his  ex-wife.       he  cannot  help  himself  from  being  nosy  when it comes to  those  who  he  cares  about.      

❝          no     .  .  .       i  don’t  miss  it       AT  ALL.       there’s  nothing  there  for  me.          ❞       a  sharp  lie,       one  that  quietly  slides  under  his  skin  like  a  knife,       aiming  at  his  heart  that  still  twists  when  the  subject  is  blood  family.       his  relationships  with  his  mother       &       brother  are  open       WOUNDS.       ❝          i’m  not  a  religious  guy,       but  if  there’s  such  a  thing  as  the  afterlife,       i’m  sure  Iowa  would  be  my       PERSONAL  HELL.       i  don’t  plan  on  settling  down  on  Earth  let  alone  on  that  hellhole.       i don't see myself getting old.          ❞

[petrichorca]

Hello, I am slowly figuring out how to use tumblr effectively. I thought I'd give an update on fics I've written in 2024, but keep forgetting to talk about here in a meaningful way.

As We Go Hand in Hand (explicit, gentlebeard, 7100 words) follows Ed as he processes the past few months while living on the island with Stede, massively in love but struggling with himself. I wrote it while feeling a lot of delayed grief around the (confirmed) s2 cancellation, and while it's sad at points it's also quite romantic I think. I really love this story.

Behind Closed Eyes All I See is You (explicit, gentlebeard, 5300 words) is a smutty PWP my dear friend @chaoticturtleturtle invited me to write with her. Stede lets Ed take the lead in a scene with some sensory deprivation, pwp, and aftercare.

like sugar to my heart (mature, gentlebeard, 4200 words) is a silly fic I wrote for my Animorphs OFMD AU co-writer as a birthday gift. Our blue four-legged four-eyed mouthless alien Stedeth gets foiled by a vending machine (based on the tumblr art of the giraffe centaur), and Ed consoles him.

like a bird (teen, gentlebeard, 3700 words) with @ghostalservice gives some backstory about Stedeth's life prior to the events of our 177k fic and features some very cute art of Mary and Stede's children (as Andalites, of course) by @theogem

Stede’s Cursed Red Suit as a Metaphor for Grief and Moving On (teen, stede + izzy, 1717 words) explores the squishy time of season 2, episode 5, and the dynamic between Stede and Izzy in season 2 overall. I am also obsessed with how Stede acts in the cursed suit. I find their s2 relationship really interesting so this is me looking a bit at that via a missing scene starting with Stede yelling OH FUCK OFF.

Calypso’s Dawn (explicit, gentlebeard, 1800 words) centers around how Ed made his boyfriend blush the morning after Calypso's birthday and how Ed feels about it. I love this fic. I've been trying to challenge myself to write more self-contained, shorter stories and this one turned out really well imo.

Life as a Series of Forward Rolls (teen, gentlebeard, 9900 words) features Stede running into his teenhood crush, the gold medalist in men's gymnastics from the 1996 Olympics. This fic also centers around a Barbie doll in Ed Teach's likeness, which @swashbuckling-sweethearts made an INCREDIBLE art of (embedded at the end of the story), inspired by my own 1996 Olympics Barbie. Silly and light modern AU!

Did you mean to do that? (teen, gentlebeard, 700 words) explores Stede's grief around Ed dying, even when he knows Ed is alive. I had no idea I would be so interested in writing missing scenes, but long conversations with friends have really ignited me in exploring these. (The length - I was trying to channel @brigdh, whose ability to write devastatingly brilliant drabbles inspires me, and I'm pleased with this one!)

Perfectly Ordinary Tuesday (mature, gentlebeard, 4900 words) with @ferventrabbit follows Stede and Ed deciding to get married on a perfectly ordinary Tuesday, and drag their inn guest Dave along for the ride. We split up writing the vows, and I balled my eyes out writing mine and then reading em's. This story is fluffy and fun, and it was a great way to start 2024. :)

What's next: I'm working on or noodling a lot of projects, solo and with different collaborators. Imminently, I've got a fic with @veeagainsttheday coming for AUpril on April 1st. Hoping to get something else out in April for @ofmdjanuaury's AUpril 2024 event, which I highly encourage folks to check out - it's for all sorts of creators!

@ghostalservice and I continue to think about our blue alien Stede and his human boyfriend Ed. Wanna Fly Away was such an important project to me while we were writing, and it's become even more special as folks find it. WFA now has art embedded in most of the 15 chapters, so if you haven't seen those check it out. More to come in that space.

Where was I going with this? Well, I suppose I want to say I'm still here. OFMD changed my life, and the OFMD fandom community is deeply important to me. I still hold out hope for a third season, or a follow-up that brings us more closure, but no matter what I'm still thinking about our pirates and will for a long time. If you read this far, thanks for being part of my community. <3

[zodiyack]

Pregnancy (A drabble)

Pairings: Jace Wayland x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, pregnancy

Words: 526

Author's note: Just a little idea. I can make this a full fic / miniseries. Only Y/N and Clary have gone in to see Magnus in private.

Masterlist | The Mortal Instruments Masterlist

Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace-writes, @fandom-puff, @darling-i-read it,  @simonsbluee,  @thewarriorprincessxo,  @sebastianstanslefteyebrow,  @livlaughquinn,  @bubsonnobx,  @bunnyweasley23

Magnus hesitates when he passes Y/N. His expression shifts to one of concern and curiosity. "I'm surprised you're here."

Her brows furrow. "I'm a Shadowhunter, of course I'm here."

"Not that." He chuckles. "Given your predicament, I wouldn't expect you to join them on this journey."

"Why's that?" She asks, genuinely curious.

Magnus looks at her with amusement, then hovers his hand over her stomach. "You're with child."

Clary gasps in place of Y/N, who is too in shock to even react.

"No- I'm not... I mean, I've been sick lately, just... I'm not pregnant." She shakes her head, in denial.

"Y/N, I may not like your kind, but I would not deceive you. You. Are. Pregnant. I recommend that you withdraw from any strenuous missions, avoid putting stress on you and your baby, as well as putting yourself in danger if you wish to keep your child." He orders her. The topic is simply dropped when he returns to Clary.

(After the fight with the vampires)

"You really shouldn't have come, after what Magnus told you?" Clary announces to the group, but directs to Y/N.

Y/N widens her eyes and whips her head in Clary's direction. "Don't."

Jace looks at the two in concern and tilts his head. "What did Magnus tell you?"

Clary opens her mouth to speak. Y/N quickly replies, warning the redhead. "Don't. It's not yours to tell."

Izzy and Alec look at each other with confusion, but wait for Jace to reply. "What did the warlock tell you, Y/N?"

"Do we really have to do this right now?"

Clary rolls her eyes and speaks up, "How long are you gonna hide the fact that you're pregnant? They'll notice eventually! I mean, what about Jace?"

The three's eyes all widen at the reveal. Jace looks upset, but Y/N is livid. Seeing her reaction, Alec's expression darkens and he steps forward.

"Even if that is a concern, it's none of your business, Clary." Her name drips with venom when it comes from his mouth. "You've been ogling Jace since you got here. Your jealousy cannot hide forever either."

"But- Jace, she lied to you!" Clary averts her gaze in shame when he doesn't acknowledge her.

"Alec is right. Though I'm upset Y/N hid it..." Jace looks toward her with a sorry nod, "I still wish it would've been her to tell me, especially since it's between us. I've tried to brush off your advances, but I suppose I must be blunt now. I plan to stay with Y/N and my unborn child. The fact that you've known of our relationship and continued to pursue me has made me question whether I want to train you or not."

It's Izzy's turn to step forward. "We can talk about this later. For now, we need to get back to the institute and put Simon in the infirmary."

"Yeah." It's the only word Y/N lets out before she walks past Clary, bumping her shoulder on the way. Jace follows, also ignoring Clary. The girl can only watch and realize how much she's hurt him.

[pavardscherie]

hi love, could you write something about erling haaland being obsessed with the reader?

little touches, erling haaland

pairing erling haaland & reader

summary: erling is obsessed with you.

izzy talks;

i have to say, i love pavard with all my heart. i love writing about him, and yet, i’m quite happy to write about someone else for once, haha. for this one, i changes female reader to the you perspective :)

it’s a little drabble, so nothing too long.

it didn’t matter where you were or who was around.

erling always had to have his hand on your body. fingers caressing over the exposed arms when you wore one of his favorite dresses. a muscular arm wrapped around your waist while talking to friends. his large hand on your thigh while watching a movie or going out for dinner with a couple of his teammates.

those small glances filled with jealousy, and a certain promise to possess you later on, when another man decides to put his dirty fingertips on you. a touch, a moment, they weren’t allowed to share with his precious little thing.

compliments. small ones that made your tummy turn into a swarm of butterflies. the cheeks tainted by a cherry red color, erling could never get enough of the bashfulness on your beautiful face.

introducing you to new people, friends or teammates, erling always had to assure to emphasize the word my or mine. already stating from the very beginning that you were completely off the table, taken and untouchable for any other person. doesn’t matter if male or female.

hands intertwined when walking through the streets. small kisses to the cheek, to the back of the hand or blown gently against your forehead. small gestures that turned out to become a routine for erling.

over the past months of being in a relationship with the football player, you turned out to be his greatest addiction. seconds of not being able to touch you while you were so close to him tortured the blonde painfully.

but when the referee blew his whistle, announced a short break or interruption, erling found a way to at least send you a wink or a wave, while seated between the manchester city fans. small gestures, the team would joke about in the end but the talented striker didn’t care about it, as long as he was able to show you his admiration.

you were his first thought in any situation. after scoring a goal, and celebrating with the fans, the addiction of feeling your pillow-like lips against his own led his body straight towards you in the stands. his coach cursed about another yellow card, he received for leaving the pitch.

but erling shrugged it off, unimpressed by the spoken threats of sitting on the bench.

while you admired the small gestures of admiration, the obsession almost turned into a sick possessiveness. at least that was the exact word the newspapers and media used to describe the constant clinging to each other. a certain, unexplainable neediness.

it’s like erling had nothing else inside of his head. emptiness spread until the one necessary, and important thought was found.

you.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Poly!Greasy Weasel x Fem!Reader x Wheezy Weasel || Drabble

Plot: Established relationship!You get dressed up for your boys, and Wheezy of course knows exactly what you’re up to- Greasy however, ever-boneheaded when it comes to a pretty girl in a pretty dress, does not. But that’s okay!~

I got some bad intentions

Lucky for you

I'll take your coat, your hat, your inhibitions too

//

I put my red dress on

Poured the whiskey stiff and strong

Candles by the bed

Lighting up my silhouette

You're gonna tell your friends that you made the move

But honey if you only knew

I put my red dress on

Just to watch you

                        take it

                                  off.

(Red Dress, Sophia Scott)

*I’m so out of practise with these two (in a non-au sense) 😅 But I really wanted to write this (Its just quick and simple ^^). I hope its okay! ^^ Happy New Year!

Warnings: Illusions to smut. Unedited.

Tagging: @asperol-with-izzy, @astrid-flo , @disney-android-foundation , @lady-love88 , @marinerainbow , @moxiiscool , @ryantryan6969 , and @spookifi .

WHEEZY’s POV

When we walk in and Y/N’s just raisin’ up from where she was bent over the coffee table lighting some candles on there, flicking a match until the flame is blown out - that damn red dress on her, the one she pulls out every time she wants something from us cuz she knows it’s a winner, - I look right over to Greasy. It’s hard to look away from Y/N, don’t get me wrong, I’m sure as hell not immune, but I could not miss his reaction.

Annd… yeah. Goddamnit Grease, get that jaw off the fucking floor, this woman already thinks she can get anything outta you - us, - in that dress, no need to confirm it for her! Shit. I know that man has dignity; he must hang it up with his hat when he walks in here.

Still, its pretty funny. With a smirk on my lips, smokes grit in my teeth, I shake my head at him.

I look back over to Y/N then, closing the apartment door behind Grease since he’s forgotten all about it approaching Y/N (without me, I’m pretty sure everyone in this building woulda seen them fucking for this exact reason), I see a pretty little smirk spread across her red lips (The lipstick too?... jesus fucking christ, she really wants something from us huh.) and she tilts her head at Greasy. “… turn off the lights for me, please?”

“… but why? Mi amor, I want to see all of- “Before he can finish, I punch the lights myself; leaning back against the door and watching them both, not willing to join ‘em yet. Not til I know what she wants… Her eyes slide over to me, and I raise a brow at her. Asking. “El fumador- “

Ignoring the frustrated tone in Greasy’s voice, I continue to look at Y/N. Half because I’m waiting for her to cave- and half because, well, she’s damn pretty.

Of course, she doesn’t cave, she just flicks the black and used match onto the coffee table and sets her hands on her perfect fucken hips. Then, looking thoughtful with the firelight flickering in her eyes, she fixes her hair; lifting it off her shoulders for a moment and letting it fall back down like she’s relaxin’. It’s a move.

… and I won’t lie, it does something for me.

And it definitely does something for Greasy; his own fire reflected eyes glazed-over with something stronger than lust and licking all over her- goddamnit, man, pull yourself together. I wanna laugh.

“Y/N tell me, what’s the meaning of all- “When Y/N’s hands slide up over Greasy’s shoulders, smoothing over his green suit, his words stutter to a clipped stop for a moment as he takes in a deep breath looking down at her. Her eyes are on his lips, his are on… well. Not her lips, that’s for sure- “Uh, hah, all this… ”

“I just missed my boys,.. Grease why don’t you take off your jacket?”

For a moment, Greasy looks daring; leering down at her with sharp teeth like a hungry wolf. “… why don’t you do it for me?” For a second, if you didn’t know better, y’might think he’s himself again; cunning and sly, the bosses right-hand-goddamn-man. But all Y/N’s gotta do is bat those eyelids and tilt her head to the side ever-so-slightly (She’s got this down to a science; its impressive), and Greasy’s backbone reverts back to a mashed potato state.

“Cuz I’m gonna go pour the drinks!” She moves her hands down to the opening in his jacket and tugs carefully, leaning into his ear. “Stiff and strong… “

I don’t even see Greasy move- just see that green jacket flutter and fly behind the couch, forgotten.

When her eyes glide over to me in the soft darkness of the room, a giggle in her eyes from Greasy’s enthusiasm (He’s so lucky she finds it cute- everyone else’d call it creepy), she gives me a slow once-over from head to toe. I don’t move a goddamn muscle. “… you glued to that door, Wheezy?”

“Nope. Like it here. Great ventilation.”

“Uhuh… Well you’re gonna miss out on all the fun.”

“I don’t have a problem with that.” Greasy intervenes, still looking at her. She gives him an amused, perturbed look- almost forgetting tonight’s seductress act, almost laughing at her boyfriend. She’s fucken adorable.

“I know you don’t- “Stifling the grin with grace, she shakes her head and looks back at me again. “But I don’t want Wheezy to feel left out.” She pouts, and I wanna kiss her- but I stay where I am. I can kiss her all I like after I know what the cheeky little lady’s after here. That look in her eye aint sittin’ right, with me. When after a moment she decides she’s not gettin’ anywhere with me, she sighs and turns back to Grease who’s still eyeing her like a starving predator. Who hasn’t stopped, since we walked in and saw her in the dress. “Well- he can join us later.”

“Fantastic idea.” Greasy breathes, his clawed fingers finally raising up to touch her (Good on him for lasting this long, though. Impressive for him), his eyes lookin’ hypnotised. “Let the old man join us when he’s got the energy.”

… “Oy- “I have the ener-

“Sh sh sh.” Greasy waives me off, and I sigh; rolling my eyes. Whatever. Y/N gives another forgetting-her-seductress-act kinda grin at us, before stepping away from Greasy and going to get the drinks in the kitchen. While I’m thinkin’ good, I could use a drink, my sly partner here takes the opportunity to whirl around and hold a stern finger up at me. “Alright el fumador!! What are you doing?? You’re ruining the mood!! Whatever you’re doing-- stop it!! If you can’t play nice, go take a long, long walk around the block!! In fact walk all the way to the apartment and stay there, because I have intentions with our lovely Y/N, and- ”

“Grease.”

“- and they are very detailed, and very delicious, and you are not going to take them away from me!- “ Man this guy can talk.

“Grease- “

“No! I don’t want to hear it! Close your mouth and be very very nice to Y/N, or I’ll stick your disgusting cigerettes in the freezer!”

… well that aint nice. Before I can pipe up again, try to explain to Grease what’s going on, Y/N walks back in and somehow she’s gotten hotter. Holy…

“Here you go!” Y/N hands Greasy a drink, and I once again watch all thought (Or, most thought) slip outta his head again lookin’ down at her before she moves on to hand me my drink. I nod, thanks. “… what were y’all talkin’ about? Don’t leave me out! ^^”

Greasy straightens his shoulders, raising to his full height to give me a Look. A shut up your pie hole, kinda look. I sigh, and shake my head; taking a drink. “Nothin’, doll.”

“Absolutely nothing~ “Greasy agrees, approaching us both at the door and slithering a serpentine arm around her waist. “Now~ Minx~ You got me all liquored up- what will you do with me now?~”

“You haven’t taken a sip yet… “I mutter into my glass, getting a sharp glance from him before he looks right back down at our girl. Whatever.

Y/N, bold as all hell, just tucks her pretty fingers under the knot in Greasy’s tie and guides him down into a kiss. A slow, deep kiss that’s really something to watch; I can’t lie. Seein’ my girl kiss my doofus guy aint ever bad.

… Damnit maybe I’m a sucker, too.

When she reaches over, mid lip-lock with Grease, and slips two more of her pretty fingers into the crook of my arm - guiding me closer to them, so she can kiss me next, - I fucken let her. Whatever she wants, she can have.

[starcandybby]

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welcome to ncity

disclaimer: some works do contain mature content - so minors DNI!!!!!!!

nct drabbles

jaehyun

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idol!jaehyun x teacher!y/n, second chance romance

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this is for the jane austen & jaehyun girls (me). just amazing writing that makes the nct members fit this era so well

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god!jaehyun x priestess!reader

genuinely a work of art, like if any part of you likes fantasy romance, you have to read this. (also jaehyun is down bad and it’s everything)

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mark

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this fic was written with such depth and feeling- incredible writing and story. one of my favorite mark works

(this fic deals with drugs, addiction, and overdose)

[camera is rolling in 3-2-1] @toothfa-1-ry a

interview format, exes!au

such well-written angst, mark is lowkey still in love as he talks about his ex </3- so so good!!

raw @mrkis s | f - wc: 3.4k

mark and reader fuck raw for the first time

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renjun

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i demand everyone read this renjun fic!!!!!! it’s just written to well- i could read it over and over

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jeno

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if you want jeno brainrot, you must read this. sexy gentleman lee jeno <33

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haechan

mornings with haechan @sleeping-sirens f - wc: 1.6k

idol!haechan, established relationship!au, reader has her period </3

so so sweet if you need any haechan comfort! ultimate boyfie domestic vibes

perfect mix @luvtak f - wc: 1k

established relationship!au, they are soooooo in love, talking about their future

so so in love and haechan is the sweetest and most understanding bf- ultimate haechan comfort

himbo!haechan @hyuckmov s | f | a - wc: 13.8k

this piece genuinely genuinely altered my brain chemistry and i am now a himbo!hyuck enthusiast

if you like a himbo who is DOWN BADD and nasty, pls pls read this

(and read part2!)

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made me melt fr, i love domestic haechan

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hyuck is toxic af but it’s hot bc it’s him. fwb but donghyuck is confusing af.

the way nabi writes hyuck is my fav

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jisung

part of the newly wed series @gyeomsweetgyeom f - wc: 1.5k

the cutest fic about newly weds jisung and reader :((

i love jisung so bad- and this fic is just so him. yall have to read it to understand

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multi-member

differences - 00s Line Series @jenonctcity

a short series for each of the 00s line dreamies

every single series is so good- you must read them all. they’re bad boys but the character development goes CRAZYY one of my favorite nct series

[jernigans]

𝘗𝘓𝘖𝘛 𝘊𝘈𝘓𝘓. ⤸

my direct messages are always open in regards to my plot call as well as pitching ideas for your own plots involving my characters. discord available on request to further plot or just talk about wrestling in general. please note that the mun is a slut for writing all things whether it be fluff, angst, smut, drabbles, collabs and so on. this is a general plot call for the following muses: anna jay, izzi dame , isla dawn & karmen petrovic. | click below for more details. ↓

anna jay ( @jernigans ) * most plots for anna are currently open. 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒: - best friend. [ OPEN ]someone that anna can talk to about anything and everything & someone that can, in return, talk to anna about anything and everything. no topic is ever off limits and all secrets are kept private. - romantic interest. [ OPEN ]rest assured that if anna is in love, that love runs deep. open to having a toxic relationship with a lot of rough starts & stops. hot and cold. are they or aren't they? open to polyships. - the ex. [ OPEN ] someone that anna stalks on social media from time to time just to see what they are up to. obviously there is still some form of attachment there, whether she will openly admit to it or not. - enemy. [ OPEN ]there won't be any mixed signals with this one. if anna does not like you -- you'll know it undoubtedly. - mentor. someone that's been in the business for 10+ years preferred. anna idolizes the diva's era as it was the one she's most acquainted with. - always seeking more friendships, too.

izzi dame ( @frankizzi ) * some plots for franki are currently open. 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒: - best friends there will be lots of gossip and general mean girl snarky attitude with this one. prepare for lots of drama being shared and a lot of secrets being spilled. - romantic interest. spoil her. it's that simple. prepare for a brat if she doesn't get what she wants. - the ex. [ OPEN ] ew, get away. don't remind her she ever even went there. - enemy. [ OPEN ] get checked. get wrecked.

isla dawn ( @unhclydepths ) all plots for courtney are currently open. 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒: - best friend. [ OPEN ]spend the night just to wake up early to go to Disney together. Taylor Swift playlists will be exchanged as well as swapping outfits from time to time. - romantic interest. [ OPEN ]the trust issues are massive. the insecurities will run wild. this will be a rocky romance for the ages. they will be charged with putting back the pieces to a heart they did not break. open to polyships. - the ex(es). [ ALWAYS OPEN FOR MORE MESSY EXES ]oh unrequited love, how it hurts. she will not ever be able to be friends with a former lover. point, blank, period. expect to have lots of sub posts containing quotes, soft digs, heartache and song lyrics. faceclaim request: MALAKAI BLACK requests are suggestions & absolutely not deal breakers. - enemy. [ OPEN ] will suffer in silence on this one. might be a few squabbles here and there.

karmen petrovic ( @karmenxt ) * all plots for monika are currently open. 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒: - best friend [ OPEN ] lots of shopping and in-ring training / working out together. prepare to hear all about monika's canadian olympic stories, over and over. - romantic interest [ OPEN ] relatively easy romance or hot & cold angst. totally up to you which direction this connection leads. open to polyships. - mentor [ OPEN ] someone that monika can take advice from, both in and out of the ring.

[dropout-if]

Hi! So I love this IF but I’m curious… why do you tag some asks as something like “delete later”? You seem to do it often with a lot of asks and I’m just curious as I’m working on my own IF. Publishing makes me nervous so I’m wondering if it’s directly related to your experience…. Idk 😭

I didn't think people would even notice the tag this is honestly very funny😭💕 you guys (gn) are so cute✨

I answer and post a lot, and it really clogs up my blog. It's my own fault for not scheduling more evenly/wanting to answer everyone. So, as to make the blog prettier/more useful, the only posts I won't delete are scenarios + little drabble things + posts that are as relevant now as they'll be in a week, or a month, or six months.

It feels like this is needed because I see a lot of people's questions and scenarios repeating😅

So #delete later izzy reminder is the tag I use instead of #delete later. It doesn't mean I'll delete it next day, or next week. But I sometimes revisit the tag to delete things that I feel don't make sense without context, or that I have already repeated/answered recently.

That being said, first anon!! I wish you the best of luck with your IF^^ if you ever feel ready plsplspls share it with me because I'm very curious!

Publishing is very anxiety inducing but I promise that, in the end, it's very rewarding. People tend to be very kind. And if they're not, remember that you're writing for yourself💕 and that's all that matters.

[mastcrmarksman]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.

REPOST DO NOT REBLOG !!

NAME : Izzy

PRONOUNS : they/them

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION : I'll hand out my discord here and there, but you can reach me by DMs.

NAME OF MUSE(s) : Clint Barton, and then I've got a handful of other blogs; but Clint will literally devour my soul and I can't write anyone else when this happens (it's happening)

BEST EXPERIENCE : Honestly, this come back to tumblr after being away for like 3 years. The friendships and dynamics I've built with Clint on my return has been amazing, and I'm also very glad people like how I write him, cause I've pretty much picked up comic Clint and said "he's mine now. i'm giving him a whole new arc/plot/story to explore and away from canon" and people are buying into that. Thank you so much everyone! I love all my friends and writing partners here so much <3

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS : Uhhh, pet peeves? I don't quite get what's with people not liking posts anymore or using the reply/comment feature more, like if you see someone posting an hc. Take a second to read? Give it a like or comment a heart even, if you're really that pressed to control your likes..... Dealbreakers, I haven't encountered anyone, I guess it'd be just if I pushed to write or make smut centric, but no one is doing that.

MUSE PREFERENCES : I like characters that have an internal struggle (lol that could be anyone). I don't know. I try to write so many types of characters, but characters like Clint I always come back too. Honestly, whatever is the character type that's been Clint Barton and Pepper Potts.

PLOTS OR MEMES : Memes are usually good to start, but I definitely wouldn't mind doing more plotting and giving a general direction to a thread. Although, really memes are great, and I truly appreciate those who send a bunch of memes, or don't mind treating some memes as one shots ( i love one shots ; just look at the length of some of my ask responses )

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : Both. I want more shorter threads right now, but I have a knack for getting wordy and writing long things. This is why length matching does not matter, as long as there is enough substance to continue or something to help move something forward; a shorter reply to a longer reply is good; just as I tend to take a shorter thing and get longer with. This is also why I tend to like or mention with meme responses, like you can just reblog/save this and treat this as little one shot/drabble I wrote for you. I also tend to do the same.

BEST TIME TO WRITE : I don't get a lot of work, I am home all the time. So i'm bored a lot. So literally anytime, although I have a tendency to write a lot more late at night. For me, why I'm not writing is usually mood, or I don't have a very good set up for writing long haul; so if my neck, back, or hands and wrist start to cramp up cause my sit down to write isn't a good position/only position. That usually defeats me; like after I post this I will probably take a break, stretch, keep on my break and write a bit in a few hours.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) : Yes and no / I don't know. I know I'm the type of neurospicy where Clint Barton has rotten my brain for like the past 15 years or something; and I've been writing him for like 10 years; that I'm probably funny like Clint is, but who actually knows lol. I try to be normal and healthy with muse and mun separation; even if his whole recovery arc is very important and real to me; and I will live in the delusion that is what I am getting from the comics as in I will just write it myself on my roleplay blog (this is a joke; legally I have to say that I think)

tagged by; @danversiism evil boops you infinity, ily tania <3

tagging: lol im suppose to tag people; if you wanna expose yourself, do it. flash the dash. i'll probably read it and like it.

[goayda]

After the Party

This was supposed to be a short Stizzy drabble, a sequel to my already short fic about Izzy's birthday (link here), but it got a bit out of hand. Anyway, I just wanted to prove everybody that the fic was Stizzy, as I said. Because it was. It was just too subtle, it's not as if it was all in my head and I forgot to actually write it into the story *coughs*

So Stizzy fic, set right after 'Happy Birthday, Izzy'. As usual, no warnings needed.

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When the party was finally over Stede helped Izzy to carry all his presents to his room.

Just as they reached the door, Stede smiled and leaned down to kiss him thoroughly and Izzy, who had been waiting the whole party to do just that, returned the kiss with as much enthusiasm.

Izzy was grateful to Stede for understanding he wasn’t ready to show affection in front of the crew, even though he was mostly sure they all already knew about them. Still, whenever he spent the night in the captain’s cabin Izzy kept going back to his room before dawn, but he wasn’t completely sure why he did it. To keep appearances in front of the crew? Or to keep pretending this was still a casual arrangement between two lonely men?

They eventually broke apart for air and then finally walked into Izzy’s room. Once inside Izzy truly noticed for the first time that the place was quite small, something that Stede had complained about many times before, but until then Izzy had always disregarded his comments without giving them much thought.

He had never needed much space since he had never owned many things that were important enough to be kept around. Actually, having his own room was a privilege that he had only earned after many years of fighting and surviving at the sea by Edward’s side and it was a luxury that not many had so it shouldn’t matter if it wasn’t too big, he thought.

Now, after taking a look around he felt the place was a bit… crowded. The problem was not only the presents he had got that day, it was the many things that had somehow made their way into his room in the last months.

There was a shaving kit on the table beside the basin, with a razor and brush that were ridiculously ornate, but the blade was good and it was something that Stede had proudly chosen for him from the spoils of their first successful raid so he had kept it. They were useful things after all.

Above these, on the wall there was a mirror, bigger than Izzy would need, but Wee John had given it to him with a wink and well, his mirror had already a crack on it so Izzy guessed there was no point in waiting until it would break completely and then rush to find a new one so he had accepted it with a nod.

On the shelf, aside from his usual tools for sharpening the blades and the ointments Roach had given him to help when his stump hurt, now there were a few books he had borrowed from Stede’s new and slowly growing library. He had said Izzy could pick any of them to read, even though he had insisted the lighting in Izzy’s room couldn’t be very good and that he was more than welcome to do some reading in the captain’s quarters any time he wanted. Izzy had eventually borrowed one or two, or well, maybe three or four, and somehow he had forgotten to give back some of them.

Pete had added some wooden hooks to the wall by the door where he could hang his clothes instead of dropping them on the only chair in the room every night, but the chair wasn’t empty either since there was a big spare blanket neatly folded on it because Stede had complained that Izzy only having a thin, old rag in his room was ridiculous and had given the first mate the softest blanket he had ever seen. It was usually there on the chair, because really Izzy was doing just fine with his old blanket, but occasionally, when Stede decided to stay the night, they would wrap themselves in it, mostly so neither of them would fall off the tiny bed during the night.

There were other things around, Izzy noticed, and there weren’t many places where he could put the presents so he simply let them drop unceremoniously on the bed, but Stede, who was carrying the sword still wrapped in the silk ribbon, stood in the middle of the room looking around with a frown.

“I thought you could hang the sword on your wall, but I don’t see where exactly,” he said. “This place is really cramped.”

So Stede had realized it was a decorative sword, Izzy thought with relief. The man was doing much better lately, but sometimes he still showed a shocking lack of skills for a pirate that Izzy thought was quite dangerous.

“Maybe-maybe you could, I don’t know, move to a bigger room,” Stede added.

That was said in a nonchalant tone that was almost convincing, but Izzy’s eyes had immediately noticed the tightness on his jaw and the way Stede was clearly avoiding making eye-contact with him at any cost.

“Actually, there’s plenty of room on the walls of my cabin to hang your present,” Stede said then. “And the bed is much bigger anyway…”

Stede finally turned to look straight at him and Izzy could notice the blush slowly turning his cheeks a light shade of pink.

Stede simply looked at him and waited, but Izzy could only stare back at him, still trying to wrap his head around those words. Stede was asking him to live in the captain’s quarters, that much was clear, but Izzy’s shocked mind apparently couldn’t move past that thought.

Stede started fidgeting with the ribbon under Izzy’s blank stare. He bit his lower lip nervously, still waiting, but eventually he cleared his throat and averted his gaze again.

“But this place is nice too, of course. You don’t have to move if you don’t want to,” Stede said, deflating. “It was just an idea.”

He hesitated for a moment and then left the sword carefully on the table and when he turned around to look at Izzy again he was clearly struggling to keep a smile on his face. He didn’t look angry, though, he looked just sad, and that, Izzy realized, was much worse.

“I’ll think about it,” Izzy heard himself saying.

And he meant it. He was too old and too stubborn to jump blindly into new things and they both knew it, but he wasn’t as scared of showing his feelings as he once was. Or so he hoped.

Stede’s smile broadened and Izzy let out a sigh of relief.

“Of course, dear, take the time you need,” Stede said softly. “There’s no rush.”

Stede’s expression was caring and honest and Izzy started thinking that it was probably going to be the easiest decision of his life. But that wasn’t going to happen that night, because it was still his birthday and he was going to allow himself to be greedy.

Izzy smiled at Stede, grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him down for a kiss. And then another one. And then another one…

[joshbruh10x]

Ok first how long have you shipped Fazcule

second did freddy and Bonnie see Monty at the same time and go " yup he's ours now" or did one fall then the other,

Thirdly did you ever write out or draw out how that kind of relationship affects the game or does it exist separately

And finally ( sorry it's long) I have a dumb, probably not funny doodle comic idea I'd like to draw and it would cross over our characters so I'm asking for permission to draw your characters totally fine if you rather I didn't

Oh my asks about the Fazcule <:0

It's been a while!!!

(warning, very stupid long rant, I didn't realize how long I've written, oh dear god I'm so sorry)

Ok firstly, when I went to Tumblr with the help of @lmaojune (hi bestie if you see this). I was completely blind to the fandom, I used to be in a Pokemon Amino and posted whatever, what're aus? What're fics? Ships? Didn't know em. Then saw all the Monteddy art and was like y'know what? Why not draw them. Then it dawned on me I could basically draw anything I wanted , didn't matter how goofy (yes it took me that long to realize, I was a very serious artist back in Amino). Not long, I saw everyone's Glamrock Fronnie, as a Monty enthusiast I was like NOOOO HE WAS LEFT OUT :( but then I stumbled upon other people's art with Monty and Bonnie, I've read so much fics about them being enemies or fics where Bonnie's the abusive partner of either Monty or Freddy but I didn't see him as how I see him today (the sweet idiot hornball). Then I started drawing Bonnie more but then I saw Izzy (holidayturkeyy who which I will NOT tag I do not need them seeing this rant guys, pls save me the humility) and their idea of a polycule with the three guys, polycule and Fazbear? BOOM FAZCULE (also it's a reason I don't call the ship Gatorbearbun, I think that derived from Twitter? The hellscape land of musk :> /hj), and THE ART WAS TOO SWEET I COULDNT KVMDKDLS then dots aligned and I got hooked. Sorry for the long answer but to cut this short, I've been shipping them ever since I've discovered the ship's exsistance, that being like 2 years ago already (geez time is fast)

Secondly, yeah that was my first impression of the ship, Freddy and Bonnie are ogs and they find this new guy they both really like so they were both like YEAHHHHH we'll just uhhh talk to him. And then they started to become a polycule. Although I did have ideas back then where Bonnie and Monty drag Freddy into their relationship. This is actually canon to the TOH au me and June share.

Third, yes actually! If you go to AO3 and see my Fazcule Drabbles (short Fazcule Oneshots which I have yet to update lcsmdmldnfk), multiple times have I mentioned about the effects of a polycule relationship to their modern lives, I'm about to do the same thing with a new fic series I am about to write (still on break from writing lol)

And lastly HELL TO THE YES I WOULD FRICKIN LOVE THAT And I've mentioned it before, I WOULD LOVE FANART/IF SOMEONE WERE TO USE MY CHARACTERS/IDEAS

I don't see anything wrong with it (unless people yoink my art and claim it as theirs, ya know those kinda stuff)

Sorry for the long rant lmao :p

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Blossoming Love through the Ages

> 2500BC> Prologue / Chapter 1

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Tragicomedy (poem)

You are a beautiful piece of art

My last letter

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Comfort in the Dark

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What’s the point?

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Our Flag Means Death

1. Ed & Stede:

Sinking (very short, sad with happy ending, fluff, merman Stede)

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A Suprisingly Beautiful Voice (fluff, emotional hurt/comfort, overwhelmed Izzy, spoilers for ofmd s2e6)

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Be Careful what you Wish for - a rewrite (ongoing)

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[grimgoregrimoire]

A Slice Of The Birthday Train-wreck

Characters & story by Izzy Gentz (me!)

Drabble sent in by @stargazer-sims

693 words

Trigger warnings: swearing, family problems, drug use mention, dark humor.

Notes:

Yes, I know a drabble is supposed to be 100 words, but I DO NOT CONTROL THE AMOUNT OF WORDS I WRITE!!!! Also, I know this drabble was supposed to be about "cake," but evidently, this is the story that wanted to be told... I mean, cake, birthday... That's not too much of a stretch, right?

Thank you again to everyone who sent me one of these, and thank you for your patience.

A Slice Of The Birthday Train-wreck

No-where-fucking-good, WA

November 2 2005

14:00

Parker

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Conner, I know you opened this 'cause you're always bitching about being the only one who checks the mail so do me a favor and just hand this to Courtney.

Dearest Courtney, YOU ARE A BITCH! I wish I never met you never mind let you talk me into going home for my birthday!!!!

Thanks to you I've had the worst three days of my life, and that's coming from someone who has been legally dead.

You know, shit was actually going okay and I was delusional enough to think this might be the first of twenty-three birthdays that wasn't pure shit.

You know, my dad picked me up from the train station, he didn't once remind me how much easier it would be if I still had my car.

When I got to the house my little brother wanted to draw with me, we watched cartoons for like three hours straight. My sisters didn't just ignore me the entire time we had dinner, my middle sister even said she liked my hair. My mom made a cake that I swear was probably the second best thing that's ever been in my mouth and I didn't wake up with a broken spine from the couch.

Even when I was going to leave this morning, my ice queen of a mother gave me a HUG for Christ's sake! She even packed me a huge slice of this triple chocolate orgasm for the train.

Speaking of, this tall, gorgeous, professor-looking dude sat right next to me at the train station. He started talking to me, I got annoyed 'cause he could clearly see my headphones but he talked smoothly so I got over it.

And when he told me to get up and follow him, I thought "Damn, this week can't get any better!"

He took me into the bathroom and told me to get on my knees, and when I did he slammed and locked the door in my face, and took off with my bag!

I jimmied the lock and found out he was nice enough to leave my ticket and slice of cake of all things.

Luckily the train showed up almost as soon as I came out of the bathroom, but the ride sober and without headphones was going to last an eternity!

At least, that's what I thought before the train broke down three hours into the trip!

Did you know trains could break down? I didn't even know trains could break down!

But all of a sudden the train stopped in the middle of nowhere and the power went out and someone had to come tell us it would be a few hours before we got rescued unless we could call someone to come pick us up but guess who doesn't have a fucking quarter.

So anyway, I'm stuffing my face with the only thing that has survived the Alanis Morissette song that is my life, this beautiful chocolate cake (which is in pieces btw), while I'm writing this, and the reason I'm writing this? 'Cause I'm assuming you'll get this around the same time they call you to come pick up my mangled corpse after I've finally had enough and laid across the tracks, and if not it will be amazing proof for me to NEVER TRUST COURTNEY EVER AGAIN!!!

Should this be the words I ever speak I leave a message to each of you;

Nate, you know the rule we made and you know all the hiding spots, I never made new ones. I know I said I did but I didn't so don't worry about it.

Conner, I know you've been waiting for this day since we met in high school, my only request is that you make the dance on my grave sick as fuck and not just the regular jig.

Aaron, as the baby daddy of our beanie baby, I leave you all twenty-seven dollars and ninety-six cents in my bank account. Make sure Beanie goes to a good college.

Courtney, I WILL SEE YOU IN HELL, YOU BOTTLE BLONDE BITCH!!!!!!

With love,

Parker W.