#I might also upload this to ao3 maybe hmmmm

[splynter]

The Dyemmit and Gossip Group document IS READY

IF YOURE INTERESTED IN GAY PEOPLE, SHENANIGANS, FOUND FAMILY, AND HURT/COMFORT, YOURE IN THE RIGHT PLACE

Ever since December I have been in THE PIT. Writing with my buddy @spiralled-fury. About DYODE AND EMMIT and by extension MY OCS. There’s a lot in there and the Google doc is huge and PLEASE READ THE TRIGGER WARNINGS IM BEING SO FR

You can check it out here :D

[jaegerboob]

WIP ROUNDUP!!

i was tagged by @trashpocket​ (hey bae ;)) and since im lonely here on tumblr and have no one but the void to yell at, i won’t be tagging anyone :((

okay let’s start off with my published WIPS lol i have quite a collection and boy do i regret posting most of these, but anyway that’s here’s my hot girl shit

"i’ll figure it out with a little more time” - (if u knew me at my thai BL phase no u didn’t :)) anyways this was a supposed to be a pretty short fic that features an oblivious Sarawat not knowing how to navigate his feelings towards Tine and Tine being an equally giant dumbass. their school is hosting a school dance and Sarawat’s emotionally constipated ass doesn’t know how to SPEAK and just ASK Tine to go w/ him. i swear i might be the author of this story but i also get mad at these fuckers

“we’re boyfriends?” - ah yes another Thai BL fic, i will admit. i have NO idea where to take this story lmao. i still wanna finish it tho cuz i hate disappointing ppl. the fic starts with Ae and Pond making a dumb bet so Pond will stop jerking off in their shared room and promises that he won’t do that as long Ae dates someone random and based off of Pond’s choosing. sweet bby Pete wanders into their campus accidentally  and gets picked. Ae does the deed and tells Pete they’re dating. Ae thinks that Pete and Pond are scheming to make his life a living hell but lo and behold Pete has actually fallen in love with him (heheheh) 

“i wanna ruin our friendship” - hello lgbtq+ community :). we all know where this fuckin title is from don’t be sneaky. so here’s my KilluGon college fic. I initially wrote this like two years ago and uploaded it on wattpad lmaooo then i edited it and posted on ao3 and once again i have no idea where to take this (ive forgotten what my original idea for this was lol) so basically Killua and Gon are really close friends and Gon is sortof a player in this AU idk why khdkadha but anywayz all of Gon’s exes have left him bc they’re jealous of Killua but Gon would never pick his current S/O over him so HAAA. it all goes to shit tho when Retz decides to trick Gon to taking her back for the school dance and idk what path to go for T_T 

AIGHT now for my UNPUBLISHED WIPS buckle up yall this is a LOT. all the titles are WIPS so that’s why theyre iffy lol

“pussy talented”- (don’t mind the title lmao i just wanted a cat pun in there somewhere) basically, Bokuto is a firefighter and Akaashi an editor. They work near each other and Bokuto often visits Kuroo, who works with Akaashi. Ofc Akaashi falls in love at first sight but then he overhears that he has a "Kenma" waiting for him at home. Akaashi assumes that he's probably Bo's boyfriend and then leaves him alone, making Bo confused as hell. Little that he knows that Kenma is actually a grumpy calico cat.

“killugon flower shop AU” - Wing owns a flower shop and Killua helps out with Zushi along with Alluka out of boredom and one day Alluka asks Killua to help out with her client then he meets Gon and is immediately smitten until Gon says that he's looking for something that he can give to a girlfriend (it was actually Ging's request lol), lots of misunderstanding, Killua being too shy to ask the handsome stranger out and Alluka and Zushi being done with his shit 

“rice isn’t the only thing getting crushed here” - Osamu falls in love with one of his most loyal costumers—Akaashi and he thinks he might just have a shot at it until one day while Akaashi is ordering a bunch of riceballs, Bokuto Koutaro of Japan's National Volleyball team enters the restaurant and sweeps Akaashi of his feet, unexpected angst and a generous helping of unrequited pining :)) dw this fic can go two ways: Bokuto is just Akaashi's best friend who he hasn't seen in months or b. Bokuto is actually Akaashi's fiance maybe i’ll write both endings heehee

“killua is sad and gets lovebombed” - while staying in Whale Island, Killua thinks he that he doesn't deserve Gon and tries to leave him while he's asleep but his plan is stopped when Gon wakes up and they both end up revealing their true feelings for each other

“excuse to write charles getting fucked by two delicious men” - Erik and Charles have been in a relationship for years now and basically fell out of love so when Erik gets promoted and has to move, Charles agrees and so they break up. Charles turns to Logan (who harbors a giant crush on Charles) for companionship and sleep together once. Logan says it was an accident but Charles wants more and they establish a FWB situation of sorts since Charles isn't ready yet. But then Charles gets into an accident and can't remember what happened the past year and a half so he still thinks he's with Erik. Meanwhile, Erik is living a luxurious yet empty life and when he gets the call from Raven about Charles' situation, he immediately goes back running.

“killua in whale island” - KilluGon are like 20-ish and Killua visits Whale Island and Ging just happens to be there as well. Killua thinks about how even though Gon and Ging are near identical, Gon just looks so much more handsome. (probs just a oneshot) 

 “another horny cherik fic” - Charles is a demon who was accidentally summoned when Raven, Hank and Ororo uses Erik's blood to perform a demon summoning ritual (as a joke) they didn't know it would actually work so now Charles is stuck with Erik because the human absolutely refuses to sell his soul

“IwaOi overboard AU�� - Oikawa is a rich pretty boy and Iwa a college dropout who works at his uncle's repair shop with his younger brother Tobio and cousin Kyoutani ( both 5 yrs old). One day he gets called over to fix one of Oikawa's cars and after a failed and disastrous encounter with a drunk Oikawa, Iwa leaves the mansion fuming. Later in the day, it's discovered that Oikawa got in a car crash that took away his memories and since Oikawa apparently lives alone, he has no one to get him. not until Iwa comes ofc and with a malicious and vengeful intent, he tells Oikawa that they're dating and live together in his crappy apartment

“dancer Akaashi” - Akaashi is a dancer, Osamu is a bartender at the bar he works at and has also been in love with Akaashi for the past two years. He doesn't confess since he knows Akaashi doesn't like romance but then enters a bright eyed cheery Bokuto who sweeps the unreachable Midnight Moon off of his feet, bokuaka but im leaning towards bokuosaaka since akaashi deserves two boyfriends

“watch me be poetically horny for Akaashi Keiji” - Akaashi is a vampire and Osamu, a skilled artist. Akaashi posing nude and delighted at how beautifully Osamu portrays him. Osamu says otherwise. 

Cherik College AU - drift by great gable.... late teens cherik... Erik being a misanthropic horny bastard and Charles a snarky piece of shit.... they get paired up for 7 minutes in heaven... turns out Charles has been ogling him for a while now..  hmmmm,,,.,. ( i wrote this when i was drunk and my og draft is too long so take this instead lolz) 

“ BokuAka (NSFW) ” - Bokuto pushing off a guy who tried to hit on Akaashi while they're at a club. Akaashi gets so turned on he immediately drags Bokuto to the bathroom where he gets his facefucked in one of the bathroom stalls or Akaashi getting his face fucked in a dirty alley at the back of a bar after Bokuto gets into a fistfight.

“KuroKen (NSFW)  ” -Kenma does top during sex but but he's just really lazy to put in the effort 

aight that’s it oh damn i just now realize how much i have T-T bruhhhhhhh and this isn’t even all of them damnnn 

[thecrazydragonlady]

“When You Give a Chat Some Make-up”- A ML Fanfiction

Synopsis: Chat Noir thinks he can rock anything. Ladybug doesn't believe him. Just how badly is she going to eat her words when she challenges him to wear the brightest red lipstick available?

Author’s Notes: I promise I remembered all of my one-shot requests. I didn’t upload to Tumblr due to the blackout. This was for potatoechip on AO3. Enjoy!

“There is nothing I don’t look good in,” Chat dramatically bragged one sunny afternoon. Ladybug crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, shooting him a nonverbal question which he only smirked at. His tail switched as he jumped down from the ledge of the building. He meandered over to her challengingly. “You don’t believe me?”

“I don’t believe you,” she confirmed.

“You want to bet on it?”

She poked his nose which he wrinkled, “You’re on Chat Noir.” Apparently, that was the answer he was looking for because he straightened. She didn’t miss the mischievous sparkle in his eyes as his tail continued to move behind him. “I’ll set the conditions though so it’s fair and it’s not all in your favor.”

“Fine by me. Set your conditions,” he waved a hand with a lot of arrogance. She snickered.

“Rule one: You have one day to get whatever I want you to wear together. No outside help.”

“Done.”

“Rule two: You can’t take it off. Even if you put it on and it looks utterly ridiculous.”

“Deal.”

“Rule three: You have to find an impartial judge. The Ladyblogger’s out because she’s too easily paid for.” He laughed then, throwing his head back a bit which caused a smile to appear on her own face.

She waited for him to finish before moving on to the next topic of conversation. This was probably the part he most wanted. “Now, what do I get if you lose?”

“Hmmmm what is it you want?” Teasingly, she thought for a moment.

“I want you… to massage my shoulders after every akuma attack.” He winked.

“As my lady wishes. For me…,” he smirked even wider which caused her to pause as she waited with slightly bated breath for his condition. “I think I’d like… a hug after each akuma attack.” That surprised her. She was sure he was going to ask for a kiss or even the identity reveal he wanted so badly.

“A hug?”

“A hug. Out of sight of civilians so you don’t get embarrassed.”

“The only one who’s going to be embarrassed is you Chat Noir.” She held out her hand. They were going to seal this deal with a handshake. He took it and they shook one solid time meaning that the bet was on and their competition was going to end in one of two ways; neither of them knew which but they were betting on their own particular ending as being the one that did it.

*****

Ladybug knew exactly what she wanted Chat Noir to wear. The inspiration had come to her as she had read casually through the latest Teen Magazine (featuring Adrien Agreste of course) and it was something she snickered at the thought of him wearing. There was no way he was going to pull it off! Not everyone could be Adrien-level of good looking in it. It really didn’t matter who he decided to be his judge in this case. She hummed happily to herself as she swung her legs over the side of the Tower, just thinking about how this was going to turn out and how good her massages were going to feel after a particularly tough akuma.

The sound of metal meeting metal hit her ears and she turned to her partner. Chat walked over to her. His face still had the cocky smirk on it that he had the other day.

“All clear on the West and South sides. You ready for this?”

“Oh you know I am,” she teased, taking his offered hand to stand. Now that they were on equal ground, she felt even more confident in her decision and she felt her smirk twist to match his. They were both so arrogant and sure they were going to win. Finally, the moment came. “Alright Chat Noir. Since you say you look good in anything….”

“As I do,” he snickered.

“… I challenge you to wear the Ladybug red lipstick from Forever Young.” He blinked. His eyes narrowed but his confidence did not wane.

“Is that it?”

She pretended to examine her nails even though they were definitely not visible through her suit. “Yeah, that’s it. What’s wrong Chat? Scared your judge won’t like it?”

He waved a hand, “Not at all. In fact, I know she’ll have good taste and definitely declare me the winner.” Ladybug eyed him.

“She?”

“Yeah. I’m going to ask Marinette Dupain-Cheng to be my judge. I know she at least has a good eye for the fashion world.” She almost fell off the edge of the Tower. His announcement, stated with such confidence, took her very much off guard and she started to shout that Marinette was not a fair judge (since she of course was in the bet already) but she clamped her mouth shut instead. That would be giving away too much. He might think she was scared of losing or, at a worse-case scenario, figure out who she is.

Instead, she nervously manages out, “S-sounds fair enough.” She coughed to clear the nerves. “You have twenty-four hours then. Get the lipstick, get your judge. I’ll stop by and see what she has to say so you can’t say one thing and it’s another.” Chat balked, placing a hand over his heart.

“My lady! You wound me so. Do you not trust this cat?”

“Not when the stakes are this high,” she smirked, poking his nose. Chat stuck his tongue out. They smirked at each other because of their playful banter but then nodded and without another word, they took off to their own homes.

*****

This had to be the easiest challenge he had ever done in is whole life.

Admittedly, it was almost too simple but he couldn’t fault his lady; after all, how embarrassing would it have been if she had challenged him to wear a certain outfit and he’d rocked it? Yeah. Totally embarrassing. Granted, his lady also had no knowledge of his civilian life. Adrien Agreste was, after all, trained to be able to work anything. (Mental Z-snap.)

Getting his hands on the requested lipstick was nothing. Sure, he could’ve asked Nathalie or even the Gorilla to go get it or even the make-up stylist for an extra tube, but he did it himself per the rules. On his lunch break, he went quickly to a studio that the Agreste Company frequently worked with, paid with his own money, and came out triumphantly holding the little tube of vibrant red which he slid into his pocket before going to eat a quick lunch. Now, evening had fallen. Chat Noir had no rational reason for being out since they’d already done patrol twice this week plus tomorrow night for the big reveal of Marinette’s response, but he was lucky enough to avoid any nosy news reporters like Alya, so explaining why he was out almost every night this week so far wasn’t an added issue. He vaulted over the city line. It was rather peaceful and clear. The sky was cloudless so a few stars managed to blink through the light of the city and wink down at them. His ears twitched at the sound of vehicles still moving about the slow night.

Thankfully the sound of screaming was absent.

He continued on his path for some time until he came to an all too familiar bakery. There was a round window on the front at one of the highest points and he could see clearly inside, luckily to find Marinette sitting at her desk either drawing or working on homework. Purrfect.

Chat jumped to her balcony. Inside, Marinette heard him landing. She rolled her eyes but otherwise, closed her sketchbook, waiting. He eventually tapped on the balcony entrance to which she went and pushed open, pretending to be surprised as she gasped, “Chat Noir! What a pleasant surprise!” He raised a paw in greeting.

“Good evening purrincess. I was hoping you could do this alley cat a favor?”

She blinked and dramatically threw a hand on her forehead, crying, “Me? Do you a favor? I would loooove to!” Eyeing the door and him, she mentally started to scream at herself as she added, tensely, “Would you like to come in?”

Chat followed her inside. The room was exactly as he had remembered it from the gaming tournament: pink and definitely in a Marinette style. The room screamed of her touches. He was still as impressed and dazzled by it, her designs were still amateurish but even he could see the potential she had to becoming a great designer one day. Maybe even good enough to rival Gabriel Agreste himself. Honestly, he would pay to see that rivalry occur. His tail moved back and forth slowly as he continued to look around the room; his observing was quickly interrupted by a clearing throat and the resident of said room asking, “What can this humble civilian do for you then?” Turning, he smirked at her. Marinette was sitting in her computer chair, eyebrow raised, arms crossed as she watched him.

“Well purrincess, here’s the thing,” he started, moving closer. Stopping a few feet away, the two entered into an odd stare down of sorts as he continued to smile at her and she pretended to be interested in what he was going to say. “Ladybug and I have a… bet of sorts going on and we need an impartial judge.” He licked his lips. “I was hoping you would be it.”

Honestly, she should say she’s busy but the urge to see him fail at rocking the brightest red lipstick on the market to date before they meet in the suits again was too much of an opportunity to pass up.

She gasped, “Me? I’m so… honored? Yeah, honored!” She leaned forward on her legs, tucking her chin into her hands. “What is it that I have to judge?” He looked around again, spotting a little make-up mirror on her desk. He pointed to it.

“Mind if I use that?” She shrugged.

“Be my guest.”

Chat skipped over to it, a giddy excitement rising in his stomach. He slipped the tube of make-up out of the front of his suit, opened it and raised it to his lips, decorating them in the bright red that the company advertised. After just a bit was added, he rubbed his lips together and gave a little –pop-. The tube went right back in his pocket as he straightened. “You ready to judge purrincess?”

“Just go you silly cat,” she giggled.

Her giggles died when he turned and revealed the make-up. Her face turned crimson. How in the…? That was not fair! Chat Noir was not supposed to look amazing in the brightest red lipstick in the whole world; no one deserved to look that good and yet, here he was, smiling at her like he knew that he could rule the world with his lips alone. Her heart skipped.

Why in the world did they look so kissable?

“Well purrincess? What’s your decision? Did I rock it or not?” Marinette blinked, coming out of her confused thoughts. He was still smirking at her as if he knew. She wanted to rub it off his face but her honesty got the best of her. Marinette sighed, “You won Chat.”

He cheered, pumping a fist into the air. “Now that’s the correct answer. Ladybug’s going to be so mad!”

You have no idea, she thought, shooting him a weak thumbs up. He suddenly skipped over to her. Planting a red lipstick mark on her cheek, he eagerly continued, “I can’t wait for tomorrow night then. Make sure you tell LB exactly what you said when she comes by!” He then turned and left, only stopping long enough to give her a good-bye wave as he disappeared out the way he’d come in.

She didn’t move for the longest time. A hand went up to cover the mark. Her eyes were wide, face flushed and even Tikki flying up to her couldn’t wake her from her daze. A giggle could though.

Marinette’s whole face turned bright red and practically all of Paris could hear, “HOW WAS THAT FAIR? THAT CAT SHOULDN’T LOOK GOOD IN RED LIPSTICK!”

*****

Ladybug was absolutely devastated from the results of the contest.

That didn’t stop her from demanding to see him in red lipstick- just to confirm the answer mind you.

****

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