#HIS NAME IS STILL JAYWALKER AND IM STILL GIGGLING

[lunarasphodel]

The brainrot is soo real so here’s a doodle page + some sticky’s from class :]

As always click for better quality and reblogs help tremendously!

[adarafaelbarba]

Hi my love! Hope you’re having a wonderful day! How about…

Baking with Sonny? Reader is stressed about having to make something for work/family gathering & he insists on helping, some cute fluffy cuteness! 🥰

Baking Mishaps

✨ Covering the baking square from @storiesofsvu's holiday bingo ✨

You had thought it would all be easy. These gifts would be affordable and delicious. That was until you stood in the middle of your kitchen with four different timers going off, the counters and floor a mess, you’d even managed to somehow get chocolate onto the wall cabinets, tears streaming down your face. Baking was supposed to be relaxing. You absolutely loved baking on your free time, so how was it you suddenly had no idea what you were doing?

Just as you pulled out a tray of burnt peppermint cookies, burning your hand in the process, there was a knock at the door. You quickly pressed a cold, wet towel to the burnt area and ran to answer the door, ready to apologize to whoever it was for the state you were currently in. 

«Counselor Carisi—what can I help you with?!» You looked up at him in surprise. 

He was equally surprised, «Don’t tell me you forgot already? You asked me to come over and help you study for your end of term exam—»

You had in fact, completely forgotten. In the rush of it all, all plans you’d made three weeks ago and earlier, were gone long ago. «I’m so sorry—but now is not a good time—»

«Need help with what you’re doing right now?» He asked, walking into your apartment without asking first. Then he took in the sight before him. The kitchen looked like a war zone, worse you realized from where the two of you stood now. «What’s going on here?» 

And you finally broke down, crying into your hands, not helping the burnt one at all. «I’m trying to make little baked treats for everyone, since everything is so expensive these days, and I’m trying to save up so I won’t have to take out a student loan», you rambled on.

«Well, in that case, I’m helping!» He stated, matter-of-factly, shrugging out of his coat and suit jacket, he’d apparently come straight from the office. 

No matter how much you protested, he wouldn’t budge, simply marched you into the kitchen and made you sit on the counter next to the sink, after he’d wiped it down, and turned the faucet on, telling you to cool down the burn. «How did you—»

«You flinched in pain when your head hit your hands—plus that towel is wet.» He was too smart, for, well, for you first of all.

While you sat there he quickly cleaned up the worse of the mess before he set his mind on the baking, following the different recipes you had on the counter.

Two hours and a lot of dishes later, Sonny closed the lid on the final glass of goodies, and turned to where you were still sat on the counter. 

«How can I repay you, Dominick?» You asked, missing how his eyes became dreamy at how you said his name. 

He simply shook his head and smiled. «Ya don’t have to repay me, I’m just happy I could help. How’s the hand?» 

You showed him your hand and he came over to inspect it. «So you’re a baker, a doctor and an ada? What can’t you do?» That made him laugh and he looked up at you, both of you then realizing how close you were. 

«I’ve been told I’m a great kisser too.» He tried, and you practically pleaded for him to prove it, which he did, finally sealing your lips with his, in what felt like the softest kiss ever.

«They’re absolutely right.» You said dreamily when he pulled away, and he let out a hearty laugh before kissing you again.

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🥧 Class Trip 🥧

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Maxley?? Fanfic oneshot thingy, idk, I'm sick and felt inspired. I say "maxley??" Bc it's Max and Bradley for sure but I dunno if it'll come off as romantic or not I actually have no idea what I'm writing...why am doing this when I'm sick? Oh well, enjoy ✨

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Our class is going on a trip today, I can't tell if I'm excited or not. We're going to a museum which isn't particularly entertaining...especially given its the one I'm employed at, but anything's better than class I suppose? I don't know why the professor decided to take us on a trip, he's usually so...uh...how do I describe him? Lame? Boring? Old? Decrepit? I should stop...before my inside thoughts become outside thoughts...though im sure everyone else is thinking the same thing. Maybe it's because it's the end of the year and he just kinda gave up? I don't know...why am I even still thinking about this?

I'm sitting where I usually sit with Bobby and PJ. We're waiting for the rest of the class...or at least most of the class, to show up so we can leave. Bobby and PJ are talking but I'm not overly interested. I started being friends with Bradley a few weeks ago...its been good...but it started off really weird. We don't talk much but there's less animosity between us now and we occasionally make light conversation. Bradley also sits with us now so that's cool I guess?? He's on the other side of me, my left side, the side of my dominant hand. Makes it difficult to write sometimes because we'll bump elbows. He's also here, he was here before everyone else, as always.

I lay my head on the table and look at him, admiring his sharp jawline and beautiful blue eyes...what..? Nevermind, he's got a nice face, it's not weird at all to think that. Right? Right! I'm not...uh...feeling things...at all. Totally normal thoughts and feelings here. I look down at the desk, silently judging myself before looking up at him again, meeting his eyes. Bradley's giving me a strange look, probably because I have my head on the table after having been so excited a few minutes ago. I'm just bored of waiting for the rest of the class. He gives me a soft smirk before rolling his eyes and going on his phone. I just continue with what I was doing.

I finally decide to say something, I say it every morning to him, "good morning, Brad." I say. He normal says good morning back but today he just looked at me before pulling out a bag of cough drops and popping one in his mouth. Ah, his throat must be sore. "You sick, Brad?" I question. He nods at me. I giggle a little, our professor's name is also Brad, it's funny, kinda.

Eventually most of the class shows up and we all start on our way to the museum. It's close enough to walk to but we have to walk down a steep hill which we all know will be miserable on the walk back up. It's a hot sunny day, 25°c, and it's only the morning. Bobby and PJ and ahead of me and Bradley by a little bit on our walk. I think Bradley is walking slower than usual because he's sick, he'd normally be out walking me and I'd have to run after him. On the walk down me and him share a few words and joke around a bit. We come to a crosswalk and a few people jaywalk instead of using the crosswalk, not a big deal but Bobby makes a joke about it being illegal before soon following suit and also not using the crosswalk.

A little further on our walk and we're on a flat spot before the next hill we have to go down. Somehow me and Bradley ended up in front of Bobby and PJ, I guess we were walking quicker than I thought. Bobby walks up to Bradley holding out a $10 bill, "Hey, Brad?" He says laughing a little. "What, Bobby?" Bradley responds, his voice sounding hoarse from his cold. "I'll give you $10 to carry me the rest of the way." Bobby suggest, holding the bill more out to Bradley. Bradley laughs, taking the money and stops walking to Bobby can get on his back. Me and PJ stop walking too to watch this. Bobby hops up on Bradley's back and Bradley let's out a huff, walking a little ways before dropping Bobby and giving him his money back. "You're heavier than you look!" Bradley says sounding a little more tired than before, "how much do you weigh!?" He quickly adds on. Bobby tells him he doesn't keep track then retorts my asking Bradley how much he weights. Apparently Bradley weighs 220 lbs...double the amount I weigh, literally, I weigh 120. Bradley then says, "fuck, you're probably heavier than I am, Bobby, no wonder you're so hard to carry!" Bobby gets offended but doesn't deny it. I laugh a little, as we all continue walking.

Eventually we get to the museum, it's a historical museum full of old artifacts from the native people of the area. I got my job here three years ago, I got in on account of being indigenous myself. They wanted indigenous people to work here with these artifacts rather than the people who colonized our land. Fair enough, and it got me a job that pays more than minimum wage, so, win for me.

When we get inside my boss introduces herself and tells us all what we'll be doing. A scavenger hunt. I already know where everything is as I helped set it up, but I don't say anything, I'll be the secret weapon to whoever decides to work with me as we're told to get into teams of two. Bobby and PJ group up and so does everyone else, leaving me and Bradley, which I'm not opposed to. My boss gives everyone their clipboards giving me a look when she got to me and Bradley. "Why'd she look at you like that?" Bradley inquires. I giggle a little, signalling him to come a little closer so I can whisper to him, "I work here." I whisper into his ear. He gives a look, "ah, how convenient, so we'll get this done in no time?" I give him a snide look, "nope, if you were a cute girl maybe I would have, but you're Bradley Uppercrust iii, I'm sure you can do this without my help." I joke, making it clear I'm not letting him use me as an advantage. Bradley sighs, rolls his eyes, then gets started on the scavenger hunt.

While Bradley does the scavenger hunt I go find some of my coworkers and chat with them. Mostly just talking about how school's been for everyone. Some found university easy, others said it was miserable, one said she didn't have the money to continue. I felt bad for her, but there's not much I can do right now. Bradley gives the clip board with the scavenger hunt sheet to our teacher, Mr. Bradley, then walks over to our group to join in on the conversation until we get told we have to go back to campus.

About an hour later Mr. Bradley calls us all to meet at the front of the building, telling us it's time to go back now. A student asks who got done the hunt first, Mr. Bradley says it was Bradley. Huh, looks like he didn't need my help after all. Good for him. A few students groan and glare at Bradley but I give him a high five. "Good job, dude! Told ya you didn't need my help!" Bradley smiles at me in response to that, ruffling my hair and giving me a thumbs up. His throat must be hurting again, poor guy. Being sick is miserable. Sick on a trip where you have to walk everywhere? Even worse.

The first part of the walk back is fine, but it's definitely a lot hotter out now. I have Bradley check his phone, it's 31°c. Holy fuck...we're gonna die on the big hill just before the school.

Once we get to that hill Bradley gives me a worried look putting his hand on my back. I'd been breathing quite heavily, I didn't find it strange, I'm used to it, it's always like this for me, anemia kicking my ass at all times of the day. I look pale and I'm sweaty and can barely think, but I know I just have to make it back to class and sit down and get a drink. Bradley doesn't seem to think I'll make it though as I stumble around the sidewalk almost falling a few times. Bradley's hold on my tightens a bit when I almost fall into an oncoming vehicle. "You sound like you're dying.." Bradley says saying stressed. I laugh before coughing a little, finding it humourous that he's sick yet I'm the one having such a hard time. Bradley offers to carry me the rest of the way but I'm too prideful to let him, telling him I can make it on my own.

Once we get to the top of the hill there's a bunch of little kids and a few adults, I recognize them from the nearby daycare center. They're adorable, this one in a pink bucket hat waves at me and Bradley so I wave back. Bradley also gives the child a small wave before pulling me along so we actually make it to the school rather than me just being distracted with the adorable children. I'd never want kids of my own, but if a friend of mine had kid's I wouldn't mind babysitting for them.

Once we get into the foyer of the school Bradley quickly tries to pull me over to a vending machine and buy me a bottle of water. While he's doing that one of my friends walk by and asks what me and Bradley were up to, point out how we both look a mess. I can't get my words out because I'm still breathing heavily from the walk so I just wave and give a thumbs up. I'm sure that'll be a satisfactory answer, right?

Bradley comes back over to me with the bottle of water, opening it for me and shoving it up to my mouth. I guess he doesn't trust me to do it myself...do I really look like I'm in that bad of shape right now? Maybe I should just take the water. I drink the water Bradley is holding up to my mouth until I swat his hand away a little so I don't drown. He pulls the bottle of water away from my lips, allowing me to breathe and screwing the lid back onto the bottle. He then hands me the water and puts a hand on my back before pushing me along back to the lecture hall so we can sit down. I give him a nod as a thanks and he smiles and nods back.

[pluviophile-imagines]

hello! for the prompt thing, can you please do kuroo + number 19? also was wondering is it ok if i reblog your prompt list and use it for writing inspo? i’ll def give you credit for the prompt

19: Hurrying down a wet street after the skies have opened up in a biting rain omg im so sorry this took a bit but yes ofc u can reblog!!! i made it its own post for that reason lmfao ♥️ hope u enjoy!! happy kuroo day 🥺

You run into Kuroo on the way to a study group together.

Actually, he scares the living daylights out of you by calling your name from the other side of the street. You’re on alert until you catch sight of him; it’s harder to recognize him with a knit hat covering his trademark messy hairstyle, and he’s all bundled up in a big woolen coat while you’re far more used to seeing him in t-shirts and thin sweaters that drape appealingly over the wide shoulders and sharp lines of his athlete’s body.

He jogs over, jaywalking entirely but beaming all the way as he catches up to you.

“You’re headed to the library, right? For that exam?”

You nod, and he grins even wider, and just like that you have a companion. A very tall, very lanky companion who quickly takes over carrying your backpack for you and fusses over your lack of hat until you acquiesce to him removing his own and shoving it on your head. You decide not to comment on the way his ears slowly begin to turn red; if he’s insisting on putting his clothes on you then you’re not about to complain.

The first raindrop hits you right at the back of your neck, and you gasp in surprise and displeasure—it’s cold and fat, enough so that you can feel it slide down beneath your collar, and accompanied by more and more until you’re lifting the bag in your hand up to cover yourself. You’re so distracted by the rain that Kuroo’s hand finding the small of your back takes you by surprise, and you’re a little startled until it registers that he’s leading you over to an awning to stand out of the downpour.

He stands pressed up close enough that he almost seems to be shielding you from the world beyond, hands tucked into his pockets but arm all but brushing against your back. You pull out your phone to check the weather.

“Rain won’t let up for another hour,” you say, and then sigh sharply. “Honestly, we’re better off going back to our dorms.”

“Damn.” He lifts his free hand to rub at his hair, somehow managing to mess it up even further. “I kinda needed the help for this exam.”

You stifle a laugh. “Well, you can still go, just be aware you might get turned away at the door for looking like a wet cat.”

In your peripheral, you can see him frown slightly, then begin to glance around. Before you can ask, he’s raising his hand and pointing across the street “There.”

“Huh?” You follow his finger to find a cafe tucked into the corner.

“Let’s go there. Closer than our dorms or the library, yeah?” He nudges you with his shoulder. “You’re the one I really wanted to study with, anyway.”

Your face warms at the admission, and you bite back a smile. “We can try it. At the very least it’s better than waiting for it to let up under here.”

“Good enough for me.”

His hand finds yours, large and warm as he laces your fingers together, and it tightens as he leads you quickly down the sidewalk, stopping briefly to wait at the crosswalk, hovering close to you until the indicator changes and he all but sprints across, dragging you behind him.

You’re both soaked by the time you make it to your destination, but you’re giggling under your breath as you take in the surroundings. It’s quaint, homely and warm with a healthy but not overwhelming din; you like it, you decide, and you like it even more when your attention falls on Kuroo to find that he’s staring at you with a dopey little smile on his face.

Shoving him playfully with your elbow snaps him out of it, but it’s only to your detriment as he leans in closer, face turned into you; it’s like the two of you are the only people in the room, and you’re not quite sure if that’s because of how much space he takes up physically or because of how much you’re drawn to him, but it makes you feel a little floaty either way.

His voice is low in your ear as he says, “Let’s stay, yeah? Wait out the storm together.”

You nod, hoping quietly that it won’t clear up any time soon. He still hasn’t let go of your hand.

[adarafaelbarba]

The Show Must Go On ~ Prompt List

This list has been long in the making and is far from finished. But I decided to post the first draft now, and see where to go from there 🥰

It's composed of mainly theatre tracks but contains something outside the world of theatre too, and will more or less be like that throughout this "journey" as I don't always listen to musical theatre cast recordings, but it's still a lot of what I do listen to 😅

Also -- Thank you @bullet-prooflove for the inspiration of the list, I love seeing your radio lists 😍

So without further ado, here's my spin on "Playlist prompt list"

Thunder rumbling, castles crumbling, I am trying to hold on.

Maybe next time I’ll be enough, you’ll give me everything instead of giving up.

I’d tell you that I love you, I miss you, I wish you were here. Maybe if I shout it loud enough, you might hear.

So it looks like the joke’s on you, cause the girl that you thought you knew, she’s so gone.

But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain, and it's 2 a.m. and I'm cursing your name.

He’s close to my mother, talks business with my father, he’s charming and endearing and I’m comfortable.

’cause I can feel the universe when I'm feeling you breathe, it's bigger than us, and it's bigger than you and me, it's bigger.

It’s astronomy, we’re two worlds apart

Teenagers scare the living shit out of me

Just kiss me one last time, close your eyes, say goodbye and walk away. 

I'm still holdin' on to everything that's dead and gone

I don’t want to say goodbye cause this time means forever 

Now, Sunday mornings, I just sleep in, It's like I buried my faith with you

And now you're in the stars and six-feet's never felt so far. Here I am alone between the heavens and the embers

I'm screamin' at a God I don't know if I believe in. ‘Cause I don't know what else I can do

but when does a comet become a meteor. When does a candle become a blaze. When does a man become a monster. When does a ripple become a tidal wave. When does the reason become the blame. 

I look into your eyes and think back to the son of mine. You’re as old as he was when I left for war. 

close your eyes and spare yourself the view. How could I hurt you?

I’m just a man, who’s fighting for his life. Deep down I would trade the world to see my son and wife. 

Have you forgotten the lessons I’ve taught you? Have you forgotten to turn off your heart? This is not you.

Show yourself, I know you're watching me. Show yourself. I can see you. 

How can you see through my spell? 

Haha! I was lying and you fell for my bluff

What good would killing do. When mercy is a skill more of this world could learn to use. My friend is dead! Our foe is blind! The blood we shed it never dries!

You are reckless, sentimental at best. That's not a teaching of mine. You've grown soft, your dead friends can attest.

That's just like you, why should I be surprised? Selfish and prideful and vain. Unlike you every time someone dies I'm left to deal with the strain. 

I'll remind you I saw you as a friend, but now we're done. 

You're not looking for a mentor. I'm not looking for a friend. I mistook you for a general. What a waste of effort spent. 

At least I know what I'm fighting for, while you're fighting to be known! Since you claim you're so much wiser why's your life spent all alone?

One day, you'll hear what I'm saying. One day, you might understand. One day, but not today. For after all you're just a man. 

This day, you sever your own head. This day, you cut the line. This day, you lost it all. Consider this as my goodbye

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[adarafaelbarba]

Yeah, you used to call me baby, now you calling me by name

He hated that the two of you didn't work out, that you were not his anymore. But there you were, closer to strangers than lovers, watching your daughter's recital.

Rani was the only reason you guys were still talking. She was the light of both your lives.

Neither saying anything, just watching your daughter with big smiles on your faces, braving the awkwardness for her.

It wasn't until it was all over when Rani ran over to hug you both that you spoke, "Call me when you put her to bed tonight Hasim, I want to say good night to her."

He nodded at that, picking the little girl up, "I will. Okay princess, say bye to you ima okay."

Rani reached for you and you quickly brought her in for a hug. "Will you sing for me tonight ima?"

"Of course I will angel, I'll sing you to sleep like I've always have." Giving her one more hug and a kiss on the cheek you handed her back to your ex-husband and said your goodbye, watching them go.

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Eli + Joe: first fight... and first makeup ;)

Warnings: Mentions of Eli getting hurt. Loud arguing and threats. Making up but nothing to explicit (if enough people vote for it, I might make a part two)

Given their chosen professions, they were bound to be worried about each other. Elianna always worried about Joe getting shot in the line of duty, and Joe always worried Eli would be attacked by a perp in court.

However, she hadn't thought he would become overbearingly protective of her.

It had started when SVU joined forces with the Gang unit in the Bronx, two months into their relationship. One gang member had been taken into interrogation, Eli, Liv, and Duarte had been in there talking to the guy all day when the guy finally snapped and lunged at the three of them, Eli in particular.

Joe didn't know until hours later due to the fact he was out on another lead.

"HE HURT YOU!" He shouted, seeing the marks around your throat and face. "I'm going to kill him!"

Rushing over to him, Eli grabbed his face, "You won't! Joe, I'm okay."

"You're hurt! Where the fuck were Benson and Duarte?!" Anger seething in his voice.

"Handling the situation, it could've been worse."

"HANDLING THE SITUATION?! You're a lawyer, you should have zero scratches and marks on you!"

Anger started building up within Eli now. She hated how he was blowing it all up when she was fine. He acted as if she was in a hospital from injuries.

No matter what you said he wouldn't listen until you finally snapped. "Get out!"

"What?!"

"I said get out! I don't want to look at you right now."

"Eli--"

You shake your head, pointing at the door.

~~~

It's three weeks since the two of them last spoke, and the bruises have all faded by now. But the hurt from not seeing Joe in all that time, or speaking to him, stays put inside Eli like a parasite, chastizing her for not talking it out instead of kicking him to the curb.

She almost doesn't believe it when her assistant knocks on the door, announcing Joe is there.

"Thank you, Marina." The other woman closes the door behind Joe, giving them both privacy. "Jose." Tears threaten to spill, but she needs to stay strong. He still hadn't apologized.

"Elianna." The way he says her name makes her desperate to hug him. "I'm sorry for everything I said, how I behaved that night. I shouldn't have exploded like that."

She's stunned that he apologized so soon after entering her office. "I've had time to reflect on my actions and words, and--I can't lose you. So if you forgive me, I will do my best to work on myself and work on proving to you that I can change."

"That's all I want, Joe--I forgive you." She rushes to him, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. Both groaning into the kiss from having missed the feeling of being so close. "Take me home let's make up for lost time."

~~~

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