#I haven’t written for this man in a minute >o>

[mrs-han]

“Jumin.”

Your husband’s brows scrunched.

“Jumin.”

He groaned, sleep ever present as he opened his heavy-lidded eyes. “Yes, my love.”

You shook off the urge to jump on him. His morning voice, velvety and rich, resulted in hours of morning sex. Which ultimately led to…

“Where’s the baby, Jumin.”

His eyes opened a little more. “Hm?”

You masked your smile with a menacing pose, hands firmly on your hips and feet shoulder-width apart. “Don’t you hm me, where is our baby.”

Your husband didn’t answer you. Instead, he lifted the cotton blanket and draped it over his shoulder.

“You did not just try to ignore me,” you laughed, tugging the blanket away from him.

Jumin’s hand moved over a head of messy black hair. The pink cheeks of your firstborn toddler were all you could see, as the rest of them lay hidden in Jumin’s arms.

You shook your head, hopeful that you seemed more disappointed than amused. “Jumin, we talked about this. She needs to sleep in her big-girl bed. Otherwise, she’ll get too attached to you and expect this every night.”

“What is so wrong with that?” Jumin pressed his daughter to his chest.

“Jumin.”

“Shhh. You’ll wake her up.” Tender as always, Jumin’s touch seemed to deepen the toddler’s sleep as drool coursed from her mouth and down her cheek. “She’s growing up far too quickly, my love. When will I ever be able to do this again?”

“Jumin.” You smiled. “You’ll be able to hold her before her first day of school, and when her first tooth falls out. And when her first partner breaks her heart.”

Jumin turned his head sharply, his eyes dark and menacing. “No. No, she won’t be able to date until she is in her mid-to-late forties.”

“Wh — Jumin, we met when you were twenty-seven and I was twenty-two!”

“Mid-to-late forties.”

“Give her to me,” you sighed, arms outstretched. “You need to be up in another hour anyway, don’t you?”

Your husband didn’t resort to child-like tendencies often, but his drawn-out groan reminded you that he was still a big kid at heart. And a brat. “I’ll take her, don’t worry.”

Your protests would have fallen on deaf ears. With little effort, Jumin lifted and cradled the sleeping tot close to his chest, his gaze upon her steadfast. It made your heart race and start having thoughts of making another baby with him. How lucky you were, to have a man so attentive to your child…

And to you. While you stayed lost in thought, Jumin’s hand moved to lift your chin. Your eyes met his. “What is it?”

“I love you.” His hand moved to cup your cheek, a thumb pressed against your lips.

Feeling confident and overwhelmed by sensations of desire, you pressed a kiss to the pad of his thumb. Then, against the palm of his hand.

His hand moved quickly from your face to the curve of your back. You responded in kind, an arm thrown over his neck. The meeting of your lips wasn’t soft or supple, as it had usually been. It was rough and painful, teeth knocking against teeth.

You winced — he dug his fingers into the folds of your skin. He pulled away to recover — you didn’t give him the satisfaction. Your hand on the back of his neck, you kissed him again, tongue caressing the gentle indent of his Cupid’s bow.

Jumin smiled, unable to get any kisses in because of your enthusiasm. “Darling, not in front of the baby.”

“Oh my God, the baby is still here.” Mortified, you tried to take a step back.

But Jumin’s fingers dug deeper into your skin. “I’ll repay you if you’d like to join me for lunch.”

“I’ll meet you at your office,” you blushed, hand against his chest and lips pressed against his once more. “Wow, we have horrible morning breath.”

“Speak for yourself,” Jumin teased, fingers pinching a piece of your loose skin. “I’ll put her to bed, now.”

“Okay,” you beamed, watchful of his stride and aware of the trail of drool coming from your daughter’s mouth. Just as you moved to clean it up, the rustle of sheets caught your attention. Rustle, then silence.

“… Jumin, don’t you think about sleeping in the big-girl bed with her!”

A long pause followed by a loud sigh confirmed your suspicions. Jumin sulked his way out of the room, a dejected pout on his lips. “Yes, dear.”

[ladymacbeth-writes-sometimes]

You get pissed off with Daryl for putting himself in danger. He fixes it.

First time posting any writing so my apologies for the shit everything.

598 words of poorly written smut that isn’t proofread and was written in forty minutes.

I will regret posting this.

Daryl had done it again.

You were pissed -beyond pissed- when Rick let it slip that he and your boyfriend had come close to dying at the hands of the Saviours again because Daryl refused to stay safely behind the Hilltop’s walls. You didn’t give a shit how much Rick needed his help getting guns to pay that bitch with the shit haircut; Negan wouldn’t kill Rick. The psychotic bastard wanted to torture Alexandria’s leader and needed him alive to do so, but you couldn’t be sure that his twisted desires extended to Daryl.

“Jesus, girl,” Daryl says, holding his arms in front of his face as you throw a plethora of household objects at him. “Calm down, will ya?” When you throw one of Gregory’s hardcover books you stole at his head -a copy of War and Peace that probably could kill a man- he grabs your wrists. “You’ve ‘ad yer fun.”

You kick at him when he shoves you onto the couch, nicking his calf. Unsurprisingly, the handsome bastard didn’t even flinch, just crossing his arms while waiting for you to stop your temper tantrum. “Do you have a death wish?” you demand.

“‘M ‘live, ain’t I?”

“Barely.”

“We took care o’ them. Negan ain’t gettin’ no information from a bunch of dead men.”

“He’ll know it’s you, Dar.” He says nothing and, annoyed at his nonchalance, you stand up and punch him. Try to, at least. You fought well, but someone of his size had no goddamn right to be so fucking quick. Daryl flips you onto your stomach, pinning you to the couch.

“Ya know what’s wrong with ya?” he asks, pulling your pants down to your ankles. “S’that you ain’t had a good fuckin’ since I got back, hmm? Would some dick make ya feel better?”

You struggle against him, though you have no intention of getting away. “I’d feel better if you stopped trying to get yourself killed!”

He roughly spanks your ass, making you squeal and squirm more. “Wet, ain’t ya?” he teases, rubbing your soaked folds. “Poor little pussy’s so empty ya can’t even think straight.”

“Stop it,” you say. “I’m annoyed with you.”

“I know, baby. I’ma fix it.” The stretch is divine when he shoves in, bordering on painful due to his size and the lack of prep. “Say ‘thank ya’, girl,” he orders. “Tell me how grateful ya are tha’ I’m makin’ ya feel better.”

“Daryl,” you plead. He doesn’t move, torturing you until you give into his demands. “Thank you! Goddammit, Daryl!”

You can almost feel him smirking. He never smiled more than he did when he was giving you his cock. “Tha’ didn’t sound very grateful. Say it ��gain.” For further encouragement, he angles his hips so that he hits your g-spot just right. The hand that isn’t pinning you down snakes under your body to toy with your clit..

“Okay! Okay! Thank you, Daryl. Thank you.”

“Tha’ll do.” He starts rutting into you, roughly sliding in and out of your slick pussy. “Good little pussy, takin’ me so well.”

It’s almost embarrassing how close you are to your peak already. In your defense, the man fucks like a god, and you get wet just looking at him.

Bastard.

He toys with your clit and you peak hard, hardly noticing him biting your shoulder as he climaxes with you. “Feelin’ better, girl?” he asks, fastening his pants back up.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed you want a quickie every time you’re about to go on a run. I’m still mad at you.”

“I’ll live, sweetheart.”

[luvelve]

how i think my husbands seungcheol, wonwoo, and mingyu would react when you reach your climax

࿐ seungcheol

- he’d see your face crinkle in pleasure and he’d be soooo turned on by it that his face unknowingly mimicks your expression a bit too.

- he’d be mumbling sweet sweet praise. “fuck, that’s it princess, let it go. only i can make you feel like this, yeah? you’re so pretty like this baby, so so good for me.”

- smoothes out the hair from your face and gets drunk seeing your dazed post-climax eyes. he takes a few moments to just look at you, his pace slow and steady and his face in line with yours, just admiring you.

- he waits for you to fully come down from your high. he kisses you before he bullies his length again into you but deeper, apologizing in between thrusts for being so rough but he knows you can take it. he finishes himself off a few minutes later and cleans you up right after

࿐ wonwoo

- he watches your face with intent because he knows you’re about to cum. his free hand flies down to rub circles on your clit, stimulating you even more. your climax hits you like a truck, your vision goes white and you feel fireworks shoot all the way down to your feet, and you’re gripping onto wonwoo’s biceps

- he stops once your body writhes in pleasure and he suppresses your breathy moans by kissing you. your eyes are closed shut the entire time he kisses you but wonwoo opens his eyes moments in between the kiss because he can’t miss out on just how pretty you look all blissed out

- you open your eyes a few moments later and wonwoo’s trailing kisses down your body, not even caring about himself finishing anymore. he’s tracing your body in sweet and wet kisses but you’re still a bit sensitive and so your body jerks when he kisses in between your thighs. and the goddamn fool just smiles. “i’m sorry, my love.” how dare he

࿐ mingyu

- he’d be so enamored by you, seeing your back leave the bed and your mouth forming a small ‘o’. mingyu falls in love with you all over again and he can’t believe he’s able to do this to you

- you haven’t even come down from your high and he’s said “i love you” a million times already. cannot stress how much this six foot something man is so head over heels for you

- wraps his arm around your waist because he wants to be as close to you as possible, feeling the warmth of your skin and hearing your heart beat. “can’t get enough of you.”

- he loves the way you’re pulsating and squeezing around his cock that he can’t help but bury his face into the crook of your neck. he’s not thrusting into you but instead he just stays there because the feeling you’re giving him is enough already. now the both of you are making lewd and breathy noises that you’ll have to apologize to the neighbors for in the morning

a/n: this is probably the fastest thing i’ve ever written. if there are any typos or errors in this pls look away. i hope this is any good btw bc idk what got in me to write this buuuut yes as always, likes/reblogs/feedback are highly highly appreciated :>

[meelusinee]

SUN-KISSED LIPS | B.Z X READER

word count \ 2.3k | fluff & stuff | slash / blaise zabini x reader

in which Blaise takes you out on a date in Italy after your O.W.L exams author's note at the end!

SUN KISSED LIPS | B.Z X READER

Exams had been stressful, to say the least. 

Potions was absolutely dreadful. Snape’s watchful eye feeling like it was zoned directly onto you, any mistake you made seemed to displease the man even further than what you thought possible. Then Charms, where you had to remember at least 50 spells within the span of maybe two minutes. The written section for Transfiguration was absolutely dreadful, as was the showcase of Mandrake handling for your Herbology exams. Not to mention the abomination of your History of Magic exam, though you felt like everyone could only recall one or two things by that point of the week. Defense Against the Dark Arts was last, the only class you felt you had done something good in.

All in all, very stressful.

And that stress was not lost on Blaise either.

Blaise, your sweet and caring boyfriend, has had to handle most of your exam stress for the past month. Most of the time though, you were shutting him out in favor of studying. 

He couldn’t blame you much, the O.W.L exams were important. Not everyone could buy their way into Ministry jobs, they would have to work for it. Your work ethic was always something that Blaise truly appreciated about you.

But right now, that work ethic was getting in the way of his love life. Which obviously meant that he had to devise a plan.

“Amore mio,” he whispered, hands moving to scratch at your scalp as you leaned over your desk. “The exams are over, what’s there to be stressed about?”

“I haven’t gotten my results back yet!” you said, the bone of your palm hitting your forehead before pulling roughly at your hair. “What if I failed all of them? I mean, these exams are really important. If I fail all of them, I won’t be able to do anything with my life.”

Blaise chuckled softly at that, gently pulling your hands away from your hair before kissing the top of your head. “Bambina, we have Umbridge this year.”

“God, don’t remind me.” you groaned. “I’ll die, Blaise. Actually die. She’s going to fail all of my exams, isn’t she?”

“Love,” he chuckled, pulling up a chair and sitting next to you. “Look at me.”

Blaise watched as you sighed before looking over at him, cooing softly as he finally saw your face for what felt like years. Your eyes were dark and swollen, both from a lack of sleep and crying. Not to mention how stressed you looked all together, with a sunken face and large pout that melted away at his heart.

“Tesoro,” Blaise whispered, his hands moving to hold yours. “You passed, my love. I know you did. You’ve been studying so hard for so long there’s no way you didn’t. I promise all of the professors will easily be giving you O’s on every exam.”

“But what if I fail?” you groaned, sniffling softly.

“You won’t fail.” Blaise said sternly, squeezing your hands. He didn’t want you beating yourself down anymore. “Plus, Umbridge likes me, and by association likes you. Maybe not the best person to like you, sure. But I promise it could help with your exams, the exams you don’t need help with in the first place.”

“You’re going to use bribery to get me perfect grades?” you chuckled quietly, scooting your chair a bit closer to him.

“I don’t think my bribery would be as effective as some people’s bribery.” he muttered, fingers caressing the back of your hands. “Maybe Draco.”

“How on Earth would you bribe Draco?” you giggled softly, looking up at him.

“Hookers.” Blaise shrugged, before smirking. “Which gives me a bit of an idea.”

“We are not hiring a prostitute.” you said.

“No, but we are going to go on a date.” Blaise smirked, standing up and walking over to your wardrobe. “Do you still have that black dress I got you last month? Or maybe the red one.” 

“Blaise!” you chuckled, standing up and moving to stand beside him. “Where on Earth would we even go? We haven’t made reservations or anything.”

“We don’t need those.” Blaise said, nudging you with his elbow. “Put on a nice outfit, we’re going on a date.”

“This is ridiculous.” you giggled, arms wrapped around his as the both of you walked down the sidewalks of Italy.

In the time that you took a shower, put on a nice sundress, and did your hair and makeup, Blaise had found a portkey to an Italian plaza. In Italy. The sun was still in the sky by the time they got there, the sun setting in just a couple of hours.

“What about it is ridiculous?” he asked, smiling softly down at you. “We’re going shopping.”

“Shopping in Italy!” you said, giggling softly. “Like, what about that isn’t ridiculous? Just 10 minutes ago I was at Hogwarts, now I’m in Italy.”

“It’s nothing.” he said, the both of you stopping in front of a clothing store. “I want to get you a new dress, is that okay?”

“You got me two already this month, and we’re not even halfway!” you giggled, looking up at him. “Do I really need another one?”

“This one’s from Italy though, bambina.” Blaise smiled, kissing the top of your forehead. His hand was resting on your waist, the other hand moving to open the door for you both. “Plus, you’ll need a swimsuit as well.”

“I do?” you asked confusedly.

“Yes you do, c’mon.” he smiled. 

The both of you walked into the store, Blaise guiding you to the swimsuit section. The first piece there was a red and white plaid one-piece, much similar to a picnic blanket. “I think that we should have a picnic at the beach.”

“If I have to wear a picnic blanket, so do you.” you said to him, hands on your hips.

“Maybe just plain red?” he asked you.

“I suppose that works.” you muttered, grabbing one of the swimsuits and holding it by the hanger. “What kind of dress did you want to buy me anyways?”

“I was thinking black.” he muttered, his hand resting on the dip in your back as you both walked to the dress section of the shop. There were shorter dresses and small sun dresses, though your gaze immediately turned to the more elegant ones at the top. “Maybe with velvet. Or a ball gown.”

“I am not letting you buy me a ball gown.” you said, wagging your finger in his face. “That is too much!”

“But then everyone would know that you’re a princess, wouldn’t they?” he smirked, eyes darting to look at the different dresses. “That one?”

It was a black silk dress, with a shoulderless sweetheart neckline and corset at the top. It was form fitting, and probably would cover your ankles. The top part before the corset was embroidered with small black gemstones, a small pattern of them also at the bottom.

“It’s really pretty,” you whispered, your eyes darting to the price tag. “But that’s too expensive. I couldn’t possibly accept it.”

“Sure you can,” he said, grabbing the first one off the rack and holding it against you. “It’d be yours, why couldn’t you?”

“Because it’s too much!” you said to him, looking down at the dress pressed against you. “Blaise, that is way too expensive. You’ve already bought me two dresses this month, don’t you have a budget of sorts? Surely you think this is too much too.”

“I’d rather dress you up than have my dad waste the worth of this on a pack of well-patted cigars.” Blaise said, kissing your forehead as he grabbed the swimsuit from your hands.

“Oh hush,” you grumbled out loud, trying and failing to grab at the dress and swimsuit from his hands as you both made your way to the counter. “I’ll get my revenge on you one day, Mister.”

“I’m sure you will, amore mio.”

The sun was just beginning to set as you waded your way into the water, small giggles escaping your mouth at the feeling of the cold water against your legs.

“It feels funny!” you said, smiling as Blaise pulled you into a hug. “You can feel it, right?”

“I can.” he smiled, peppering your face in kisses as you continued to laugh about the feeling. “It does feel rather unique, I must say.”

“It’s tickling me.” you said, holding onto his arms like a vice as the both of you waded further in.

“Are you cold?” he asked you, the water eventually making it up to your chests now. “I can put a warming charm on you, if you want.”

“It’s meant to be cold.” you said, arms wrapping around his neck as he lifted you up to carry you. “Plus, you’re rather warm yourself anyways.”

“Am I now?” he chuckled softly.

“Yes you are.” you said, booping him on the nose.

Blaise hummed softly, his finger tapping your back a couple of times before a small radio began to play. You looked around in awe, not having noticed the scenery before you two got into the water. 

The water was absolutely breathtaking, the setting sun shining against it also giving Blaise the perfect sun-kissed look. His skin was absolutely glowing, and his smile mixing with the music made you feel like you just entered a romcom. 

“You’re absolutely beautiful, amore mio.” Blaise whispered, humming softly to the tune of a song you didn’t know.”

“How’d you even get us to Italy?” you asked, chuckling softly at him.

“My family is Italian.” he hummed under his breath, raising his eyebrow at you. “You know that, don’t you?”

“I do!” you pouted. “I just didn’t think you’d have a bloody Portkey to Italy.” 

“Well, I do.” he chuckled softly, nuzzling his nose to yours. “And now you know.”

“Good.” you hummed, nodding softly.

The two of you stayed in the water for a long while. You waded down to where the water would hit your shoulders, Blaise following close behind you as you both started to try and dance in the water. The sun set and made way for the moon, shining down on you as echoes of your giggles filled the night.

“Why don’t we go get some dinner?” Blaise whispered softly, his lips brushing against yours. “You’ll have to try the dress back on eventually.

“I’ll race you!” you said, the both of you wading your way to the shoreline. Blaise had originally beat you, but stayed behind and let you go first. 

“I win!” you giggled, smiling as Blaise patted your skin dry. “Where are we going to eat?”

“This one restaurant I know, they serve the best pasta.” he whispered, kissing your lips as the both of you walked off of the shoreline and towards the plazas again.

You and Blaise were walking to the restaurant together, hands held together as he directed you. His hands had been all over you all day, especially when he helped you put on the dress and do your hair and makeup for the date.

Which led you to where you were right now, in a black dress to match his black slacks, the both of you standing in front of a rather fancy restaurant. 

“What are you going to get?” you asked him curiously, smiling softly as he walked you to a table. He pulled the chair out for you, his lips meeting yours once you sat down. 

“Carbonara,” he whispered, sitting across from you after adjusting his tie. “You?”

“I don’t know much about Italian dishes,” you whispered. “I mean, I know some things. I don’t know if I know everything on this menu though.”

“Maybe you should start with something you know.” Blaise whispered, his hand moving across the table to meet yours. “Lasagna?”

“I love lasagna.” you whispered, turning the menu to the drink section. “What about drinks though? There’s just so many.”

“Anything you want, honey.” he chuckled softly. “You can get wine if you want. I’ll take you back home, okay?”

“Okay.” you smiled softly, giggling as you looked at the menu.

The waiter walked up and took your orders, the food eventually arriving with steam coming out. “This is really pretty.” you whispered.

“It is, isn’t it?” Blaise asked, chuckling softly as his fork swirled through his carbonara.

You swirled your fork around the lasagna before taking a small bite, blowing on it before placing it on your mouth. “This is so good.”

“Is it?” Blaise whispered, smiling softly. “Do you want to try some of my stuff?”

“It looks really good,” you whispered softly, scooting a bit forward in your chair as he handed you a small bite. “Thank you.”

“Does it taste good?” he asked, smiling softly.

“It does.” you whispered, smiling brightly at the taste of it. “I love both of them. And this wine, it’s also really good too.”

“Is it?” Blaise asked, chuckling at that. “Do you want a bottle to take back to Hogwarts?”

“We can do that?” you asked.

“Yes we can.” Blaise nodded, smiling softly.

“We so should!” you said, taking another sip of your glass of wine.

“Merlin,” he whispered softly, his hand caressing yours. “I love you.”

You both had made your way back to Hogwarts, your feet stumbling as Blaise helped you down into the dungeons. Down the stairs, through the Common Rooms, and down to his dormitory. His scent wrapped around you as he wrapped you in his blankets, a small smile coming on your face as you realized it.

“Thank you,” you whispered, your eyes looking up at Blaise with a sleepy expression. “For this.”

You felt a lot better despite your impending test results, a lot calmer than you were not seven hours ago. This date was probably one of the best things that had ever happened to you.

“It’s okay,” Blaise whispered, his hand caressing your cheek as he kissed your forehead. “You need some rest, can you get some for me?”

“Okay.” you whispered, nodding softly.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAa this one was so fun to write oh my gawsh. beta-reading still sucks, but hey i got it done!

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[nice-meanie]

Lucifer Morningstar helping overworked s/o

A/N: I haven’t written in a while so im trying to get back into it again. Don’t be scared to shoot over a request - especially not for our fav short king

1.2k - Lucifer Morningstar x reader (Hazbin Hotel)

Warnings: fluff, very sweet, already established relationship

Overworked s/o gets some comfort and love from our all-time favourite Lucifer.

You walked to the hotel door with a painful ache in your neck. All the sitting around, reading documents and arguing with some wanna-be rich people about car prices made your neck and shoulders sore. With slumped shoulders and an annoyed look, you stumble into the newly rebuilt hotel. Greeting you with a beaming smile, Charlie hopped over to you:

“Hey y/n, are you ready for a team-building exercise of trust and friendship? Now that you are finished with work, you can join us!!!”

“Sorry, not today Char Char. It was an exhausting day at work”

Normally you loved helping out Charlie in the hotel and talking to the others, but today you just wanted to go die for the secound time on the couch. You shot a quick smile and waved at Lucifer, who smiled back with slight pity noticing your tired deminer.

You walked up the neverending set of stairs, which seemed to just get longer and longer. After finally reaching your and Lucifer’s bedroom you fumbled with your keys in your pocket and opened the door. You walked to the bedroom and clumsily opened the door. Seeing the sweat relief of the king-sized bed, you flopped your tired body on it and let out an aching moan. You looked around the room, letting your eyes glide over the hotel room, which was more like a small one-bedroom apartment. It seemed like the concept of time had disappeared. Everything began to feel like a blur and your brain got foggy from the exhaustion. Minutes felt like hours in your trance-like state, when you heard a small klick coming from the door. You couldn’t be bothered to pick up your head let alone your body, so you just slowly rolled your eyes in the direction of the sound waiting for the bedroom door to be opened. You thought it was someone who came to check up on you or even worse, ask you for a favour so you presumptuously let out an annoyed huff. What you didn’t expect was to see Lucifer at the foot of the door, opening it slowly and carefully as if not to wake up a newborn baby. Seeing your lovely partner made your heart flutter and a barely visible smile crept up on your face despite your crushed state.

Seeing hell’s King sneak around your bedroom to not wake you if you were asleep had something heartwarming about it. This gave you enough strength to barely pull yourself from your lying position into a sitting one, letting one of your legs dangle off of the edge of the bed while the other was resting on the bed folded near your body. A silent “oh shit” echoed through the room as your boyfriend walked up to you and sat next to you on the bed.

“I’m sorry honey. Did I wake you?”

“No, no, not at all. I was just… resting on the bed”

“You look beaten, are you alright? You need to start watching out for yourself more. I mean, no one should be this tired. What if someone attacked you and you were too overworked to fight back?!”

You chuckled at your worried man and let your head fall on the shoulder pad of his pearl-white suit. He tensed up from the sudden touch but quickly relaxed. His hand found their way to your hair stroking your head gently. He carefully lifted your head to remove his jacket and hat and threw them on the bed to make his shoulder more comfortable to lie on.

“It was a loooooong day. First, some overlord was pissy that the price of a car he wanted to buy went up and wanted to bargain it down. As if that wasn’t bad enough some imp came to argue that his insurance won’t cover the car damages after he tried to transport two horses and a hellhound in his minivan. He just wouldn’t understand how the insurance couldn’t cover the damages his fiasco made on the car!”

“I don’t understand why you keep doing this to yourself y/n! I mean you come home being tired to death after your job. Why don’t you just stay and work in the hotel? We’ve got plenty to get done so you won’t be out of work!”

“Luci, I can’t. I know my job has some downsides, but I’ve always loved cars. They are the only good memories I have left from Earth. I’m fine”

You said the last sentence through your teeth. You knew you weren’t fine and so did Lucifer, but you still tried to reassure him. He sighed and decided to let this argument go. He was worried sick from you working yourself to the bone and wanted to take your pain away, but he also knew that you were stubborn and wouldn’t listen to him. So he decided to take care of you once again. His hand crept up to your cheek replacing it with his shoulder and carefully slid behind you on the bed. You melted into his touch, savouring every last drop of love and affection he gave you. You moaned from dissatisfaction when the support of his shoulder was gone, but were nicely surprised by his hands gliding to your neck and shoulders and massaging them. You hummed at the release of tension in your muscles and let your head fall backwards with shut eyes. Lucifer couldn’t help but kiss your forehead gently flashing a smile at your satisfied face. Your eyes fluttered open and he let his hands slide lower across your whole back running circles. His fingertips and nails tickled your back. The painful fog in your brain started to lift and be replaced with gentle love. While savouring hell’s boss’ touch he snaked his hands behind your neck and legs picking you up effortlessly startling you. Your hands clutched onto his chest. It is still surprising how easily he can pick you up despite you being taller.

Carefully he walked over into the other room while you let your head rest on his body trying to get as close to him as possible as if you were afraid to lose him. While setting you down on the couch you cluched his arms almost anxiously.

“Hey, it’s ok. I’m still here. I’m not going anywhere.”

You loosened your grip and sat up letting him slip behind you on the backrest of the couch. Lucifer kissed the top of your head letting you fall in his touch once more and resting your body between his legs. His hands slipped into your hair once more scratching your scalp softly and peppering your head with soft kisses. Taking care of you. Slowly you felt the stress of the day lifting. His hand slid over to your chin and pulled your face up. His back bent down and he planted a soft kiss on your lips. You let yourself get lost in the kiss and reached up to his head placing your hands on the side of his head pulling Lucifer deeper into the kiss. His golden hair tickled the tips of your fingers making you smile into the kiss. After pulling away your boyfriend gave you a gentle look and kissed your nose making you giggle softly.

“I love you y/n”

“I love you too Lucifer”

[kitsuani]

Distraction. {Nanami Kento x Reader}

Description:

A fic in which Nanami has work to do, so why is he so distracted?

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Tags: fluff, suggestive, only at the end though nothing too major, office worker nanami u deserve the world, established relationship, kissing (oh goodness,), not beta'd, not edited, gender neutral reader, jujutsu kaisen/jjk, nanami kento x reader, nanami kento

Word count: 1,950

A/N: Written on: February 27, 2024

i'm not a huge nanami fan but my sister is so why not give him love the poor man needs it,

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The only sounds in the room were the clicking of his keyboard and the ticking of the clock. The silence was welcome, as Nanami worked; typing endless lines of notes, emails, and whatever else he hadn’t managed to do throughout the day. He hated overtime—despised it, even. So why was he made to sit here and do the thing he hated the most? Was it even the thing he hated the most anymore? 

The hours drew on, and the waning sunlight was not made known to him—the blue light of the screen in front of him had drawn him in, tunnel vision, as the characters on the screen danced together in ways he didn’t know were possible. He had to push on—just a little bit more then he’d be done. Just a few more, then he’s done. Just a little more time… 

His immersion had finally broken when a hand waved in front of his face, between his nose and the screen. Nanami should have noticed their presence earlier, but he was neither scared nor disappointed. He leaned back for a moment, rubbing the exhaustion from his eyes before turning towards them with an equally exhausted smile. 

“My dear… hello.” 

“Hello? That’s all ya’ve got?” 

When he opened his eyes, his s/o had playfully gestured to the meal they had set up without his knowledge. Homemade food, napkins, utensils, and even drinks had been set up neatly, as though it were a catered affair. They spun around in the office chair they had pulled up, shouting out an equally playful cheer before making a grand gesture to their work again. 

“Welcome to dinner!” 

“Dinner?” Nanami had to quickly check his watch. “Is it that time already?” 

“It’s past that time, Kento.” (Y/n) sighed, now leaning on their elbows with their chin in their hand. “Well past it, actually. The sun’s gone.” 

Nanami looked out the windows, the skyline’s sunlight replaced by various building lights instead. It was his turn to sigh now, leaning his had back a moment why he adjusted his tie. 

“So I see.” He swallowed down his exhaustion before sitting back upright. “I’m sorry, love.” 

“It’s alright,” (Y/n) waved him off with a smile, “I know sometimes you’ve just gotta work hard. It’s not like I haven’t had a few overtimes in my life too. I appreciate all the hard work you do! But come on, eat. When was the last time you ate something?” 

Nanami shook his head and turned back to his computer screen, his fingers dashing along the keyboard once again as he dismissed the idea of a meal. 

“I need to finish this. I’ll eat after.” 

(Y/n) pouted at the rejection. They waved their hand in front of the screen again, dragging out their words. 

“Keeeeeeennnntttooooo! You need to eat!”  

When he continued working, simply ignoring their hand, they leaned back into it and pouted once more. He knew they didn’t want to do this, and assumed he was asking for it. It was time to brace himself for the guilt-trip route. 

“After all the time and effort I put in to make you dinner AND bring it to you? All nice and neat?” 

“It’s not that I don’t appreciate your effort or your gesture, (Y/n),” he instantly responded, never stopping his typing nor taking a moment to look at them, “it’s just that this needs done. I can’t be distracted and have it drag on even later than it has. I’ll join you as soon as I’m finished, I promise, dear.” 

“Pet names will not save you,” they muttered under their breath.  

Fine, they decided, they’d wait—much to Nanami’s relief. At least, that’s what he thought; after 10 minutes of silence, he could hear them impatiently strumming their fingertips on the desk, then taking the initiative to make their leg jump, bumping into the desk and causing it to shake. He tried to ignore this the best that he could, but he could easily tell that they were bumping the desk hard on purpose, attempting to move his keyboard around and get his attention. Without a word—and one hand remaining on the keyboard—he moved his free hand to grab onto the space of their thigh right above their knee, squeezing it slightly and pushing their leg until their foot was flat on the ground as a warning. Once he heard them huff, he gave their thigh a more loving squeeze before returning it to the keyboard, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly when he heard them groan slightly. 

They had begun trying everything to pull Nanami from his work. They held food up to his mouth to try and get him to at least take a bite, smashing it repeatedly against his lips when he refused, until he got tired of it and gently pushed their hand away—his eyes never leaving the screen. He could hear them whisper sweet nothings into his ear, their breath warm and tickling—which he knew they could see the slight blush creep up to them—still, he remained diligent. They moved behind him to massage his shoulders, their hands slowly, gently, teasing their way down the front of him—still, his eyes hadn’t left the screen, his hands nimbly crossing over keys all the while. (Y/n) had even tried running their fingertips up his thigh towards his lap in a desperate attempt to get his attention—only then did he pause to grab their hand and give them a warning glance for a moment before jumping back to work. 

The sigh his s/o let out was long, defeated. Nanami could feel the warmth of their fingertips drag along his jawline a moment before physically turning his face to finally look at them properly. They cupped his cheek, and he had no more control in him to fight it off; he melted into their touch, leaning into their hand as they held his head up. He gently held onto their wrist, placing a soft kiss to the space between it and the bottom of their palm. It was his turn to sigh, this time a mixture of relief, exhaustion, and defeat. Tired eyes met those holding heavy concern, but they were so soft that Nanami felt his heart stir. 

“Mimi,” their voice was gentle, quiet, just above a whisper as they used a nickname full of equal emotion, “really, are you alright? You seem distracted.” 

“You’ve successfully distracted me, yes—” 

“No,” their voice stood firm but remained as gentle as they started, “I don’t mean me. I don’t mean your work. I mean here, in your head.” 

They leaned in to give a light kiss to his forehead. Nanami looked to them with a bit of a dumbfounded gaze—distracted? In his head?  

The room around them started to quickly fade away as thoughts flew, swirled, and danced around his mind. The corners of his vision started to get more and more blurry, growing dark, until he finally could no longer see (Y/n) in front of him and saw himself instead. He saw him go through the motions, day in and day out, of mundane life. He saw himself walk through the office doors, sit at his desk, and work away until the sun had gone down—just as he had that day. He watched as his minds eye played the scene over and over again—is this really what he wanted for himself anymore? Is this all that life had to offer someone like him? 

Certainly it was better than before, right? This is what he wanted. A quiet life, a normal life, where he’s no longer concerned about throwing himself to the wolves for people in a system who only see you as dog food. He started to see a younger form of himself now, fighting things that most people could not see, trying to find where his sense of justice had gone—where his dear friends have gone. He watched as this younger self slowly lose the lights in his eyes as he lost sight of what was right, what people should have been doing to prevent all the bloodshed around him. 

As though it were reality, warm hands cup his face, and light up the darkness around him. He looked at his memories version of (Y/n), as they giggled and stepped away from him, spinning, bouncing, dancing along stepping stones of stars as they held their hand out to him, inviting him on their journey. He hopped among the stars alongside them, stumbling here and there, but always looking up to find them waiting for him with the largest, most loving smile.  

Here, he realized, was where he was meant to be. He will always have doubts about what he should do—was anything really the right choice, was anything actually what he wanted? The unmovable factor was that (Y/n) was here, with him, no matter which way the rest of his life stretched him. No matter what bruises his heart, his love was right there with star-shaped bandaids to patch him up—that was something to take comfort in; that was something to hold near and dear. 

The warmth of their hand cupped his cheek again, this time, he opened his eyes to see (Y/n), illuminated by the blue light of the screen, as beautiful to him as ever. They offered him a knowing smile, one that helped further ease his anxieties and let him finally take a nice, deep breath. He kissed the palm of their hand again, clearing his throat a bit as he eventually spoke again. 

“You’re right, I have been distracted. I was burying myself in work to run from it, I’m sorry, my love. However…” he raised his hand to brush their hair out of their face, moving to cup their cheek as well and gently smiling as they instantly melted into his touch, “I’ve found myself again. I’ll always have doubts… I’ll always worry… but with you, I suppose it’s alright to be human. It’ll be a burden for another day.” 

(Y/n) took a turn to kiss the palm of his hand this time, and gave a pure, child-like innocent smile. 

“I’m not sure what I did or what you’re talking about, but I’m glad I was able to help. I’ll always be here to help you, Kento.” 

“That you will be.”  

Reluctantly, Nanami turned from their hold and laughed a bit to himself when he heard them huff; whether it be from the loss of their intimacy or the fact he’d turned back to the computer, he would never know. He felt them lean back in and kiss his cheek lightly as he logged off for the night, the screen no longer lighting up the room.  

In the dark, he turned his head to find their lips again, easily slipping into a drunken stupor by the love they poured into their kiss. Another one, another one, another one—until he managed to laugh against their lips and start to search for his phone’s flashlight. 

“Come on. Let’s pack this up and go eat at home.” 

“Oooor…” (Y/n) had a teasing tone to their voice. “We could stay and finish up some work.” 

Nanami was quickly shushed when he attempted to voice his complaints, that after all that he’d logged off and made his choice for nothing—by tempting hands moving their ways up his thighs, a seductive tongue making its way up his throat. He cleared his throat and spoke, voice wavering, as his hands met their waist. 

“You know I don’t enjoy overtime.” 

“Don’t think of it as overtime, think of it as…. A distraction.” 

[bones4thecats]

How about a scenario with the reader x Apollo, Leonidas and Geirölul in the Barbie world?

A/N: I haven’t written for Leonidas and Geirölul yet, so I hope they aren’t too terribly OOC. I do hope you enjoy this though, Anon! Also, I haven’t watched the Barbie Movie yet, so I’ll just put them in the ‘Universe’ in general.

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☀️ He didn’t know what the hell just happened

☀️ One minute, he was drinking some tea with his S/O, the next he’s looking at a hot pink building as you sit by him, your tea now just straight water in a plastic cup

☀️ You looked at him and shrugged your shoulders, complementing the building

☀️ Then a woman with blonde hair walked outside alongside a man with blonde hair as well, though it was a lot shorter

☀️ You stared at the woman as she ushered you both to stand, that was when you realized that these things were the Barbie and Ken

☀️ Your mouth dropped as Apollo thanked the duo, asking where they were

“ Why, you’re in Malibu, sillies. I’m Barbie and this is Ken, it’s nice to meet you! “

☀️ He feels like he’s heard that before, oh, those were the toys you were talking about getting Göll and the nymph’s children for Christmas!

☀️ Well, this was gonna be interesting…

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🚬 Oh his poor, poor eyes

🚬 He cannot stand anything with such strong color, especially things that were remotely close to hot pink, he just hates that color

🚬 You looked at how his face contorted into disgust as the hot-pink wearing duo came running out of their house

🚬 He pulled you up and held you behind him, glaring at Ken as he stepped back in fear

🚬 Who wouldn’t fear this guy though?

🚬 Barbie smiled and shook your hand while Ken hid behind her, fearing your husband

🚬 Leonidas looked at you and back at the duo when they recommended you guys to come inside for a cup of tea

🚬 Let’s just say when you got back to Valhalla, he has a new appreciation for the color silver

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❤️‍🔥 Geirölul was okay with hot colors because of Hlökk, but this was too much

❤️‍🔥 You and her just stood there looking at the duo of Barbie and Ken as they repeatedly asked if you both were okay

❤️‍🔥 She just replied with a stern;

“ What do you think? “

❤️‍🔥 You smiled, shook her off, and shook their hands, attempting to explain what had happened

❤️‍🔥 Geirolul eventually warmed up to the duo, as they never tried cursing at you for being with a Valkyrie

❤️‍🔥 Though, they didn’t really know anyone from a Pantheon, soooo

[intrigd-voyagr]

Scales

this has to be the fastest I have ever thought up and written a fic idea. The power of brainrot........

takes place after Sonny gets admin codes and he can come out of the puter for Periods Of Time because I said so

anyways Sonny Addie shippers come get y'all's food!! 720 wordss

Nestled in the rocky seam of a cave made home, Sonny and Addie lay entangled in each other’s embrace. They had taken up residence on Addie’s scavenged (but surprisingly comfortable) couch, and the naga in question insisted on resting atop the taller man, their face buried in his neck while they kept their arms wrapped securely around his neck. As reptiles do, they relished the steady heat his body provided – and even more so, because it was his.

Sonny offered no complaints to their demands - after all, he seriously doubted they could comfortably cuddle if the roles were reversed. Addie was… quite small compared to him.

So, he laid on his back and took them into his arms, resting his chin on their shoulder; utterly content.

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He had been absently rubbing their back for a few minutes, though the act itself had his mind churning in thought. He had seen all of the scales on Addie’s limbs and face; there weren’t that many, but he marveled them all the same.

However, their back remained a mystery to him. As his hand traveled up and down their shirt, the multitude of concealed bumps underhand told him he was missing out on something rather special. It wasn’t long before his gnawing curiosity won in the end.

“Addie dearest, I’d very much like to examine the scales on your back a bit closer, if you’ll let me…?” He pinched the hem of their shirt to further indicate his interest, waiting for their response.

Addie locked up at the idea, the red bloom across their cheeks deepening in shade. ”Y-yeah, um…! Sure, i-if you want to, go ahead… but they’re not really… um… pretty.”

Sonny laughed into their hair, using his free hand to smooth down their locks soothingly. “Nonsense, love. There is no part of you I haven’t found breathtaking.”

And with that, he slowly and respectfully began to roll up Addie’s shirt, hiking it up as far as it would go.

He was met with a sea of iridescent scales, closely knit and running down the entire length and width of the reptilian’s back, the pattern only tapering back to skin near their neck and the base of their spine. The man was at a loss for words for a moment as he took it all in.

“My, Addie… you’re positively stunning,” He murmured, red tinting his own cheeks now. As he stared longer, though, he soon realized why Addie had said what they said. For each healthy scale, there was another that was jagged and dull, or even missing entirely, leaving only patches of scarred flesh in its place.

“Oh, my… But... What… what happened…? Some of these are... Who hurt you…?” his voice was pained, his fingers now gingerly ghosting across the most ragged ones. Addie was silent as they searched for a response.

“No one… well, I guess myself?” Addie laughed nervously, before realizing a bit more context was needed for an answer like that.

“…When we shed. Pulling the old scales off things like arms and legs are easy. But the back… is a two person job. Most people have family, or friends, or a partner to do it, but I, um… I never…” Sonny can feel their shoulders tense against him, and he’s hit with pang of sympathy.

“I just make do with what I’ve got - the walls, o-or trees… it gets itchy, so I go for whatever’s roughest, y’know? But the scales underneath are still pretty sensitive, so it also hurts…”

Sonny flattened his palm across the scales of their upper back, brows furrowing as he imagined the years of trauma each one was forced to endure by this world too cruel to spare a caring hand.

“Well,” he began, “you have a partner now. And I’ll make sure every shed is perfect from now on, and that you finally have a chance to heal. You won’t have to hurt yourself anymore. And never forget…”

He ran his hand down their spine slowly, memorizing the way each scale felt underhand - the rough, the smooth, the missing – and eventually settled himself in the small of their back, applying light pressure to hug them closer. With his other hand, he coaxed their face up so that their eyes met. He then leaned in close, pressing his forehead to theirs.

“You have yet to disappoint me, dear.”

[amethystunarmed]

What Do You Say?

Word Count: 1753 AO3 Part 1 Written for Hatchetfield Rarepair Week Day 3: Memories Duke and Ted work on the case to get Ted custody of Peter. Duke gets a very normal migraine and Ted has a very normal reaction.

“I got your abomination of a drink,” Ted tells him. He’s only twenty minutes late to their meeting, which is honestly a record for him. Duke has started scheduling everything at least a half hour before he actually intends on starting. “Why on earth you need to add four sugars to a fucking white chocolate mocha, I’ll never understand.” Ted continues, taking a swig from what Duke hopes is his own cup. “Fair warning, it’s from Beanie’s, so it probably sucks.”

He places the cup in front of Duke, and falls into the chair for his clients on the other side of the desk. Ted says “Nothing can replace Miss Retro’s,” just as Duke picks up the cup and says, “Thanks darlin’.”

And something in Duke’s brain snaps.

Static. 

It almost makes you forget about all that.

It’s all static. 

It feels nice to be the hero, for once. 

Forget.

Miss Holloway had a good run. 

Forget, Douglas Keane. 

That’s not fair.

F O R G E T.

I couldn’t forget you, even if I tried. 

He hasn’t forgotten anything.

I’m trying to say good-bye.  

There is nothing to remember.

Can I?

So then why does it hurt so goddamn bad. 

When he next becomes aware of something other than the splitting pain searing his skull, he realizes he is no longer sitting in his chair. There is a steady hum of noise in the room. He’s on the ground, on his hands and knees. They’re warm and distantly achy. He realizes he is sitting in a puddle of hot coffee, that he must have spilled it when the migraine hit. The bizarre flare of pain recedes as quickly as it struck, just like they always do. With the migraine gone, Duke is able to parse out that the stream of noise beside him is Ted cursing.

“Oh fuck, oh shit, what the fuck, come on, man-”

“I’m fine,” Duke interrupts, voice sore. He pushes back on his hands so he can sit against his desk. The pain may have already faded, but the migraine has left him disoriented and breathless. They don’t happen often, but they leave him off-kilter. Sometimes he feels out of it for days after a bad one.

And this, this was a bad one.

“No you fucking aren’t!” Ted yells, voice squeaky with panic, “You just had like, a seizure or something. Have you had one before? We need to call 911-”

Ted pulls his phone out of his pocket like a man on a mission and Duke can’t believe he seems to be trapped in some weird temporal flux that makes Ted Spankoffski give a shit about other people. And, despite how much he would love to encourage this odd change in behavior, he  really doesn't want to go to the hospital. “Ted. It's really, really fine. It wasn't a seizure.” Ted glares at him, clearly doubtful. Duke bites his lip. “I get... Migraines.”

“Dude, that was not a migraine. You fell to your hands and knees and started screaming.” 

“That happens sometimes.” 

Ted gapes at him like he has absolutely lost his mind, and Duke supposes that, in a way, he has. 

He swallows. He doesn't like talking about it. He doesn’t think it’s anyone’s business. Right now, only three people know about his episodes: his general physician, Miss Holiday, and Duke himself. But most people haven’t seen him collapse on the ground and go nonresponsive. Most people haven’t seen the worst episode he’s ever had in person.

Ted apparently takes Duke’s silence as a sign of something further being wrong, because he unlocks his phone. “Fuck this, I’m calling an ambulance.” Duke sees Ted dial “9” and the thought of seeing an ambulance makes the static swell in his brain. 

He reaches out and places a hand over Ted’s phone. “Really, I’m fine. It’s already passed.”

Ted gives him a look of blatant disbelief.

“Look,” Duke says, “I...” He quickly thinks of a half-lie, something that will explain without going into the empty hole that Miss Holloway has left in his life, about the debilitating grief he can barely feel for a woman he hardly remembers. “I was... in an accident, a while ago. My doctor knows about these attacks, and I have been checked out for them, okay? I’m fine. That was just... a bad one.” 

“Okay...” Ted says, sounding like he isn’t okay at all. “...Are you sure we shouldn’t call someone?” He flips his phone anxiously in his hand. He has that panicked look, the same one he got right before asking Duke for help all those weeks ago. And suddenly Duke realizes he is missing something. Something important.

“Ted...” Duke says slowly. He has a feeling that if he gets this wrong, whatever moment is developing will crumble like sand. “Is something else going on here?”

“Psh, no,” Ted scoffs, “You must have hit your head when you fell.” He flips his phone quicker. He reminds Duke of the cagey high schoolers he is called to help, the ones who think they are too cool to show actual emotions. It almost makes Duke grin.

“You know, it’s fine if it scared you,” Duke reassures him, “Especially if you haven’t witnessed a medical emergency like that before.” 

Ted barks out a startled laugh. “It’s kind of the exact opposite.”

Duke frowns at him, any amusement he was feeling rapidly evaporating. “What does that mean?”

Ted sighs. He tucks his phone in his pocket and leans back on his hands. There is something intimate, the two of them sitting on the floor beside Duke’s desk. It makes Duke lean in, like he is privy to something special. But still, he is not prepared for the words that come out of Ted’s mouth.

“Peter had a seizure. Came over for dinner and we ended up spending the night in the ER. Apparently our parents didn't have time to pick up his insulin refill and he didn't want to 'worry me.’” He rolls his eyes. “Yeah, that didn't work. Fucking moron.” His voice is calm, but he brings his knees to his chest and hugs them, tightly. Duke can see the tension in his arms. “I thought he was dying.” The unspoken I thought you were dying, hangs in the air. “I thought my parents had finally killed him.” Ted chuckles, like that can disarm the absolute bomb he just dropped. “But at least he didn’t have to go to Abstinence Camp? So that’s something. We both missed out on the Honey Festival though, so, you win some, you lose some.”

It’s supposed to be a joke. An out Duke can take to make light of the situation. Duke doesn’t take it. He can’t imagine just continuing and making light of this situation, like it was something normal, a wild weekend that could be mocked. 

Duke could have passed their room in St. Damien’s when he went looking for Miss Holloway’s body in the morgue.

So instead, Duke doesn’t say anything. It’s a helpful trick he has learned over the years, to just let a silence be. He reaches up and grabs some napkins from the drink tray. He begins mopping up the coffee he knocked over, and lets Ted sit.

(Besides, he doesn’t know what he would say anyways.)

“Our parents... They're not bad people. They're just distant.” Ted continues after a few minutes, almost defensively. It feels involuntary, as innate a response as shivering in the cold. Duke wonders how often he's told this lie, that he truly believes it. “So for an independent kid like me, it was fine, you know? I took care of myself when I needed to.” 

And Duke has words to say about that, has heard plenty of hurt kids say the same thing, but Ted just plows through before he can get a word in. “But Peter... Peter isn't the kind of kid you can half-ass. He's too fucking good to die because my fucking parents can't bother to drive to the pharmacy. He needs someone who can actually take care of him.” Ted laughs bitterly and gives Duke a self-deprecating smile. “Guess he really inherited the Spankoffski luck if he's stuck with me.”

“I think he's plenty lucky,” Duke says without thinking. He means it though. Peter is lucky to have someone like Ted looking out for him.

Ted blinks at him, seeming utterly dumbstruck. He blushes, a bit, and isn’t that a wonder. Ted Spankoffski. Blushing. He clears his throat. “Well, you'd be about the only one.” 

Duke smiles at him. “Let's get back to work so you can show the rest of Hatchetfield then, huh?” With the information Ted just gave him about Peter’s health, Duke figures they would have a pretty solid case for medical neglect. If Peter was taken to the children’s ward, Duke may be able to have Becky Barnes come in as a witness. She has always been a fantastic resource for him in past cases-

“Oh no,” Ted says, interrupting Duke's train of thought. He clambers to his feet, and holds out a hand to help Duke up. “You are going to take a fucking break, that’s what is about to happen!” 

Duke blinks at him, even as he takes Ted’s hand. “Ted, I told, you, I’m fine-”

“Can it,” Ted interjects, and pokes his finger at Duke’s chest. “We’re not fucking up my little brother’s life because you were too out of it to file the proper paperwork. We’re stopping until I’m sure you’re not about to keel over.” 

And just a few weeks ago, Duke would have been annoyed. But somewhere along the line, Duke has realized that Ted is physically incapable of being emotionally vulnerable, even about his brother who he so clearly cares for. Most of his worrying about Peter comes out in complaints and bitching. And Duke thinks that, maybe this is just Ted’s version of caring.

He finds himself oddly touched. 

Duke feels a fond little smile creep onto his face. “Sure,” he says, “Seems like we need to pick up more coffee anyways.”

Ted looks down at the puddle of coffee-soaked napkins at Duke's feet.

“To be honest, this is probably for the best. I think both our drinks had spit in them. The baristas at Beanie's do not like me.”

And, for a brief, impossible moment, Duke finds himself wondering why.

“I mean, the crabby one is not NEARLY hot enough to be as mean as she is.”

Ah. Right.

[satninbaby]

I’m coming home.

warnings: smut (minors dni) male and female masterbation. phone sex.

bad grammar probably (i’m dyslexic soz)

i haven’t written anything in a hot minute, so if it’s bad i apologise.

Elvis was hard and alone. He had been in his motel room, staring at a picture of y/n, the girl he had missed a little bit too much. Somewhere along the way, his thoughts travelled to the last night they spent together before he hit the road on the Jamboree tour 17 days ago, not like he was counting. He had to get by only on phone calls late at night so her parents wouldn't hear them.

Y/n's parents weren't too fond of Elvis, they didn't like the fact that a 'greaser' was messing around with their daughter, thinking that he would ruin her and under the assumption that he would be hanging around other women on the tour. However, It couldn't have been more untrue, Elvis worshiped the ground y/n stood on. The first time they had sex, he was sweet and gentle and made sure it was her choice, not his.

Sure, there were girls that tried to get with Elvis on tour, though he simply turned his head the other way, he never thought of anyone else but his girl. So here Elvis was, alone in his room, his eyes flickering from the photo of her to the phone on his bedside table, knowing her just needed to hear her voice.

Meanwhile, Y/n was laying on her stomach on her bed, flicking through a magazine and kicking her legs up in the air, twirling a strand of hair as she let out a sigh. She wondered about Elvis and looked at the clock in her room, knowing his show would've been finished. She let out a soft yawn and debated going to bed and as she closed her magazine, knowing she had read every page, the phone on her nightstand began to ring out.

Y/n jumped up, answering the phone with a soft "Hello." Already knowing it was Elvis simply because of how late it was. "Hi honey, I didn't disturb you, did I?" Elvis rasped through the phone as he laid on his bed, his hand free hand resting on his tummy.

"No, baby, I was just reading a magazine. How was your show?" Y/n giggled as she made herself comfortable on her bed, picking at her blanket. "It was fun, the colonel says I could really make it out there. But I want to hear about your day, y-you know how much I love your voice." Y/n let out a soft scoff at the mention of the colonel but she soon let out a hum.

Elvis was too scared to mention to y/n that he was straining in his pants, he thought that if he could get himself off while she spoke and was as quiet as possible, she wouldn't notice. 

"Oh, I really didn't get to do much today." Y/n pouted, Elvis's fingers sneaking under his waistband as he teased himself. "That's okay, honey, just talk to me, I wanna hear your sweet voice." He responded, biting his lip softly.

"Well, Gracie and I went out to the diner today for lunch and there was a man who slipped and spilled his drink everywhere." Y/n laughed, rubbing her eye slightly. Elvis pulled himself out of his boxers, a bead of precum forming at the pink tip of his hard cock, spitting in his hand and wrapping his hand around himself, his lips forming a slight O.

"Then we went and did some shopping, Oh, Elvis, I bought this most beautiful dress! I thought we could go on a date when you come home and I can wear it for you." Y/n let out a gasp in excitement as she remembered the light pink dress that was hanging in her wardrobe. 

"That would be nice." Elvis breathed out, slowly stroking himself, his thumb going to his tip, just like y/n would do when she would get him off. "I can't wait for you to come home, baby, I miss you." Y/n's voice softened, Elvis's eyes rolling back softly as he jerked himself faster. "I wanna see you so bad." Elvis borderline moaned, but covered it with a soft cough.

Y/n furrowed her brows as she heard a soft slick and muffled groans coming from the phone. "Elvis?" Y/n smirked, her cheeks turning pink as he let out a hum that sounded more like a moan in response. "Are you getting yourself off right now?"

Elvis's hand stilled on himself as he remained silent before clearing his throat. "Yeah." He squeaked out. "I'm s-s-sorry, baby. I-I-I need you so much and I'm so l-lonesome and I couldn't stop thinking of you-" Elvis rambled, a flush of embarrassment creeping up his cheeks.

"My sweet boy, you could've just said something. You know how much I love taking care of you." Y/n giggled at him as he let out a shaky breath. "What were you thinking about?" Y/n whispered to him.

"The last night I seen you. How you did that thing with your tongue on my cock and the taste of you, baby, I can't wait to come home and taste your sweetness again." Elvis spoke, a small moan escaping his mouth, squeezing his hard cock softly. Y/n squeezed her legs together hearing how he moaned over the phone for her, she could feel her wetness gathering in her panties as he continued to groan.

"Mhm, I've missed you too. I've touched myself after we call some nights." Y/n confessed, Elvis letting out a growl at her words as her fingers snuck into her panties. "Honey, can you rub your little clit for me? Just like I do." Elvis shakily asked, his head falling back into the pillow as y/n's index finger circled her clit, making her hips buck slightly as she let out a small whimper.

Y/n collected some of her wetness and dragged it up to her clit, trying to hold back her moans from being too loud as she sped up her circling. "Elvis, can I please add my fingers?" Y/n moaned. "Not yet baby, I want you to edge yourself." Elvis responded, slowing his hand down as he started to feel the coil in his lower belly.

Y/n moaned his name as she played with her clit, wanting more, wanting Elvis. They both needed each other, they way they touched themselves could never compare to how they touched each other. They drove each other crazy in the best way possible.

Y/n felt herself get closer to the edge before pulling away from herself. "Please, Elvis. I'm so close." Y/n moaned into the phone, moving her finger back to her clit. "Add your fingers, baby." Elvis groaned, his hips raising up into his hand, his foreskin dragging back over the tip of his cock making his spine tingle.

Y/n pressed two fingers into herself, gasping at the slight fullness. "It's not as good as you, Elvis" Y/n cried out as she thrusted her fingers into her wet pussy, trying to desperately reach the spot only Elvis can reach. "I'll be home as soon as I can so I can treat my girl." Elvis spoke with a strained voice, beads of sweat running down his forehead in exertion.

"Fuck, baby, I'm gonna come!" Elvis exclaimed, his back arching as he tried to hold back, Y/n whimpering a "Me too." As soon as he heard her, he let go. White ropes of thick come shot over his fist and onto his lower stomach, his toes curling as he let out moans and groans of cusses and her name, thrusting into his hand as the rest dribbled out over his knuckles and onto the tufts of hair on his pubic bone.

As y/n heard Elvis coming, it had tipped her over the edge, almost dropping her phone as she whimpered out, a warmth coating her fingers, her own hips bucking as Elvis listened to her sweet moans over the phone, both of them panting as they finished.

Elvis reached over to his nightstand, plucking a few tissues from the box to clean himself up, y/n also cleaning herself up with a towel that she had left in her room from her previous shower. 

"Thank you for that, honey." Elvis sighed into the phone. "I really needed you." Y/n smiled to herself as she laid down. "Me too, Elvis. I cant wait to see you again." Y/n yawned, her arm stretching out.

"I don't know if I can wait a week, sweetie. I miss you too much and I don't like to sleep here alone." Elvis also yawned, his head nuzzling into his pillow. "Promise me that next time you'll come with me?" Elvis added, blinking softly.

"I promise." Y/n mumbled, her droopy eyes shutting softly as they both fell asleep listening to each others soft snores and breaths.

[simp-thingz]

Headcanons fir aizawa , present mic and hawks with chaotic himbo bf. Like he has a heart of gold and means well but always seems to cause mayhem even if he doesn't mean to

(Thank you so much for the request, I’ve never written a himbo before but I hope you like it :)

-Shouta Aizawa

Someone save this man. But actually don’t. As someone who deals with raging and goofy teenagers (cough cough kaminari cough bakugou cough) he basically lives in chaos which is why so many people were shocked that he would willingly carry said chaos into his personal life. Y/N or H/N as many of the students know him is basically chaos wrapped up in a pretty package. Once, Aizawa had to leave work early because Y/n had gotten distracted while trying o cook the two of them dinner and accidently burnt his kitchen so bad that most of the counters and appliances had tol be replaced. “But Shoo I wanna do the cooking” Y/n whined as Aizawa shook his head “no, nope, not happening, you just sit there and look pretty” he smiled as Y/n became flustered but smiled “can you teach me how to make something next time?” the h/c man asked as the dark haired teacher smiled even wider “sure”. Let me just tell you, the amount of sexual tension could’ve steamed veggies during that cooking lesson.

-Hizashi Yamada

Honestly this man would just vibe with it, he brings you to work and teaches you how to run the sound booth for his radio show, let you help with his classes, and if you mess up? Oh well accidents happen. Accidently commit arson trying to bake? That’s fine. Lead a bunch of stray animals back home solely because they were cute? Guess you guys’ will need a bigger yard. In his eyes you can do almost no wrong, the only wrong someone as sweet as you can commit is using is precious hairgel. You could honestly commit murder and he would just brush it off regardless of the two of you being heros. Not to mention the way he absolutely melts when you come to him for help with simple household tasks that seem so difficult for one person. “Babe, have you seen my gel?” The bright haired man asked in a rush as his partner hummed combing the last of said gel through their own locks unknowingly. “Uh oh” The H/C man whispered knowing that he had messed up “Babe?” Hizashi’s voice came from much closer this time as his vibrant eyes locked onto the empt jar “Oops?”

-Keigo Takami

Not gonna lie this man is kind of a himbo himself sometimes so I feel like it would just be two himbos in a relationship trying not to accidentally kill someone with their shenanigans. Like Y/N could just be chillin' at home, trying to cook something nice when Hawks is at work and then, BAM Hawks accidentally flew into a window cause he thought the balcony was still open. Or, Keigo just trying to set up something romantic in the bathroom, and then the next thing he knows, Y/N’s favorite hairbrush is in the toilet. It’s honestly difficult for other people to see how they haven’t destroyed their apartment yet, but that’s because the two of them do manage to help each other out without absolute mayhem raining down upon them for no reason. “Hey Kei!” Y/N yelled running his hands through h/c hair “Yess? What’s up?” The winged hero popped his head into the bathroom to find his boyfriend frantically searching the bathroom drawers “Have you seen my favorite brush?” the question caused Keigo to sigh as he reached into the cabinet above the toilet “This one?” the blonde questioned with a smirk as he handed the object over “Thanks, babe!” The oblivious h/c hero smiled as Keigo quickly left the room. After a few minutes he hears Y/N huff  “Why does my brush smell weird?” and he never tells a single soul the reason the brush smells funny and simply replaces it with one identical to the first.

[lovesosweeet]

better left unsaid // cth

chapter forty one

in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn’t know.

calum hood x fem!oc

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november 21, 2018 san diego, california orion

I wake up at an excruciatingly early hour, incredibly achy and just feeling awful. I knew this would be part of letting my body ride out whatever leukemia has in store for me. That doesn’t mean that I feel any better about how awful I feel. 

It’s not even 5:00 yet. The alarm clock on my windowsill reads 4:48. 

I do what I seem to do best these days, grabbing my phone to scroll on Twitter more than I probably should. 

@ILoveCashton: anyone else feel like cashton is… gone? Idk how to explain it

@5SOSItalia: Replying to @ILoveCashton: no same! something is weird. 

@5SOSNo1: already missing tour! </3 but hope cal can get the time he needs to heal. we can all tell he needed a break by the end.

@5SOSFangirl: Replying to @5SOSNo1: 100%. Cal needs time to separate himself from her, for sure.

@OrixnSux: god i’m so glad they finally broke up @OrixnSux: anyone could see how awful she was @OrixnSux: i met her in the pit at a show once and she was SO entitled. thankfully cal is finally away from her. excited to have our man back!

@CalGirl2011: Let’s cheer @Calum5SOS up! Reply to this using #SmilesforCal and show him how many of us are here for him! 103 Replies

@5SOSFan14672: Oh my god Cal and Luke’s version of Yellow has me on the FLOOR!!!!!!! SOBBING!!!!!

@CashtonGirlie: Replying to: @5SOSFan14672: FUCK THIS HURTS @MikeyPizza4: Replying to: @5SOSFan14672: he deserves the whole damn world

@CalumStan: hate seeing how sad cal is. It hurts seeing someone so special look so hurt.

@ILoveCalumHood5: cal deserves the world. RT if you agree! @ILoveCalumHood5: ori*n deserves to rot in hell. RT if you agree!

@CorionFan: i still can’t wrap my head around the breakup @CorionFan: do we actually have confirmation or is this all just a speculation of sad shit from cal?

@5SOSUSA: Replying to @CorionFan: no we have confirmation. someone asked orion in person and she confirmed.      @CorionFan: Replying to @5SOSUSA: damn. :( 

@5SOSUSA: haven’t ever seen cal this sad. If you see this @Calum5SOS, we love you!!!

The Tweets and the photos posted from onstage and the clips of Calum being silent in interviews all send me into a spiral. I break down and fall into a weird, exhausted, in-between state of crying, sleeping, and crying again. My dreams aren’t restful. It’s always an unrelenting torture session of seeing Calum torn apart again and again by my news. I wonder when the last time I actually had a good night’s sleep was, and guess that it was probably before I broke up with Calum. Long before it.

When Emelia walks into my room around 8:00, I’ve been up for a few minutes and am already crying again. She comes to my bedside, perching on the carpet in front of me with worry written all over her face. 

“What’s up, babe?” She asks. I know that she knows the answer without me saying anything.

“Em,” I whimper. “I... I miss him so much.”

Emelia nods an reaches out to rub small circles into my side. “I know, O.”

“I can’t reach out, though.”

She sighs and looks at me with worry. “Orion, I swear, he’ll answer you.”

I want to believe she’s right, but our last few interactions have me doubting everything about my relationship with Calum. Actually, I can’t say that. I don’t doubt the strength of our relationship a few months ago, it’s just that whatever we’ve been since then is hazy and blurry and the bounds are unintelligible. I know nothing has changed for me, but I don’t know the extent of how things have changed. 

I grab the box of tissues on my nightstand to blow my nose, which is all runny and gross from crying so much. As I blow my nose, I look down at the tissues and groan as blood starts to soak them. Of course my nose would bleed now. Through teary eyes and with fresh tissues shoved up my nostrils, I look at Em, feeling helpless and tired and awful.

“I don’t know how to do this, Em. I don’t know how to get out of bed or eat or fucking breathe anymore. Everything is broken, and I’m the one who broke it.” 

The pity on Emelia’s face makes me unable to look at her. She’s on the brink of tears too. 

“It’s gonna be okay,” she quietly says. She’s trying to be soothing, but it’s not working.

“It’s not, though! I’m going to die! It’s not going to get better, Em. This is it. Nosebleeds and crying in bed and not being able to eat… this is my life.” 

I look back at Emelia and she’s now crying along with me. I hate to do this to her, but I can’t do anything else right now.

“I fucked up my life. I’m fucking up your life. I fucked up Cal’s life. I fucked up Ashton’s life and Mike’s and Luke’s and my moms’ and Eri’s and—“

“You’re not fucking up our lives! Sure, you made a mistake — with good reason — with Calum, but you are not at fault for having cancer, O. It’s not your fault.” 

I look at her, tears blocking almost all of my vision. “Ash and Cal aren’t even speaking!”

“That’s not your fault!”

“Yes! It is! I ruined them. I ruined everything, Em. I…” 

I know what I want to say, but I trail off, not wanting Emelia to have to hear it. 

I deserve to die.

Michael’s texts may have hurt to read, but I now think he was far more accurate than anyone else has been. Karma has come around for me. 

Emelia gets in bed next to me and hugs me tightly. “You didn’t ruin everything. We all still love you just the same.” 

Do they? Does Calum? I hate to think it, but he’s really the only one that’s at the front of my brain. He's the only one that really matters.

“I don’t know, Em. I feel so… lost. I used to think I was a good person, but I don’t know if I am anymore.”

Emelia is still crying next to me, and it sends a pang to my chest to know I am making her cry right now, or at all. “You’re still the best person I know.” She sniffles and hugs me even closer. 

We cry together for a while and I feel like my head is pounding. The inevitable sickness is kicking my ass today. 

“Can you get me some Nyquil? I think I need to nap.”

Emelia nods and wipes under her eyes. “Sure, I’ll be right back.” 

Emelia gets up and leaves the room, coming back a few moments later with the bottle of green liquid in hand. She wordlessly opens it and pours me a dose of it, handing it to me for me to gulp it down. She hands me my water so I can wash out the taste. 

We’re both still crying.

“I’ll let you take a nap, okay? I’m just down the hall in the guest room if you need me.” 

She doesn’t wait for me to respond before she leaves. We both need to be alone. I hear her cry quietly as she walks to the guest room and shuts the door behind her. I don’t think she knows that I can still hear her, because what she does next breaks my already shattered heart even more. 

“Ash?” She asks quietly, sobs making her voice wobbly. “Hey, I just… fuck. Everything is so bad. I don’t know what to do!”

I do my best to block it out, not wanting to hear her private venting session with Ashton. I turn on white noise and put a pillow over my head, flipping over to face away from the light and closing my eyes. I do want to sleep, and my body knows that’s what I need.

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[lizzheartss]

r o l e c o n t i n u a t i o n

pt.3

pt.1 / pt.2 /

with : @yuriko-tsukino-rp , hii! this is going lovely its so fun doing roleplay with you! <<33

Liz couldn’t believe her eyes, kistunes did have fire power, but war talk never scared the previous ones she met, Yuriko was somehow, different.

normally Kistunes are playful, brute and sly, Yuriko was really one of a kind, those gold irises almost had Liz flinched ,she had strong powers leaning in her veins, however, holding back such strong emotions and powers that can cause apocalyptic-like fires, wasn’t a nothing.

this has gotten out of hand, and Liz knew that Ruki was cold, so she wasn’t so wrong after all, Karlheinz knew this she was sure, he knew how Ruki would have reacted, yet somehow he had the nerve of sending her, when will that man stop giving such unpleasant surprises? Not to mention he still was keeping that rude speech, how shameful for an ex-aristocrat.

“you must warn me? makes me giggle, how selfish and self centred of you to expect that a respectable high in society Lady like me would fear you, let me give you a piece of advice, if you really thought that your adoptive father which is also the king of all demons would have shared his own plans with nothing less than an adopted child, you are out of your mind, and you haven’t grown up yet, learn how society works, then you’ll be able to enter the politic functions and how they work around the clans” Liz said as her head tilted angrily while her lips abruptly moved.

Liz crossed arms, taking a deep breath.

“and for clarification, i require your knowings, Karlheinz requires your presence, you want a written proof? You got it, i will make sure you get your silly, colored written card where you can see his own writing, if thats what you want” Liz said smirking while stepping slowly to his direction, almost making fun of him.

i should contain myself, someone with my title shouldn’t play like this, just too funny.

Liz continued to study Yuriko’s reactions, maybe she shouldn’t have said anything about her plans, just as Karlheinz said, the less they know, the better.

well she refused her offer, and they were leaving, Liz wasn’t going to force Yuriko, she was in a weak state right now.but it was planned, Liz was going to present herself at their house, well from what she knows is common, those Sakamaki Dudes and the Mukamis always did such things, Liz took out her phone from the back pocket of her miniskirt.as Liz digited in her phone’s screen she could feel Yuriko looking at her back while heading out, maybe she felt bad? Well Liz was a respectable vampire she had to give her a proper apology.

but thats for later, Liz opened the little green app and digited Karlheinz’s phone number, means one of the zillions of phone numbers he created followed by all the identifies he had, god what a man.Liz brought her phone near her left ear hearing the ringing soft sound, finally he picked up the phone.

“you were right after all, he did get suspicious, i don’t even think i need to rent out how his shameful and rude tone made him appear as someone so disagreeable”Liz said trying to contain her anger, that speech was really something.

“Well, perhaps you should have listened to my words? I shall notice you did already since that obnoxious nuclear bomb threat would’ve witnessed an altercation way more complicated than a common war” that man always talked as flawless as a lion. Look at how he was teasing Liz.

Liz rolled her eyes, she knew he was right, but she knew too that she wasn’t one that didn’t accept defeat.“you won this round Karlheinz, you made your move, now its my turn, i’m gonna need the adress, seems like your little non biological child wants a proof of your words” Liz said looking back at the door they exited just a minute ago.

“Of course, i will make sure you have the invitations and their adress, i shall now take my leave, lets hope you’re in luck.” He closed the phone.

Liz crossed her arms once again, this was going to be more difficult than what it seemed.

A black shiny expensive car pulled over the Mukami mansion, who could it be if not Liz? From the front door an old black dressed butler came out to open one of the backseats doors, he pulled the shiny handle with the dressed hand by a black glove.

Liz sticked out her leg as the butler picked her hand to help her getting out of the car, Liz watched the mansion as she got up, victorian architecture is quite famous in the vampire clan, unlike the tacky, baroque styled mansion where she lived their house was way more minimal, dead colors and mainly used stoned and black oak roofs.

the cancel that separated Liz and the house was tall, surrounded by stone walls, and it was black metal, it had spiked tops and an entrance.

Liz was used to see gold and shiny crystals everywhere around her house, this one seemed elegant but yet colorless. Enough with the analyzing we have an invitation to deliver.

Liz’s butler came ahead to open the cancel’s door for her as she stood behind him.

“Would you like me to join you, Miss?” his low voice said as he watched the ground.

“i got this, wait for me” Liz said entering the cancel, the garden was pretty, green and lively, her velvet black boots made noise as the heel touched the ground, maybe they already heard her? There she was in front of the door, a tall dark brown door with a golden handle.

Liz knocked 3 times as she stayed crossed arms.

[philipjohnclapp]

If you’re gonna be dumb, you gotta be tough

Goretober Day 1

Prompt: Stab Wounds

Word Count: 748

A/N: This is REALLY bad, I wrote it rather quickly (like ten minutes) and I haven’t written anything in a while, so, read at your own risk.

It was just another day on set. They finished up whatever stunts they were filming for the day, and went straight to the bar. Somewhere he spent the majority of his time, usually trying to get free drinks. Because he couldn’t pay the five bucks for a drink, but a free five dollar drink and an ego boost is so much more worth it, so, Steve-O decided to show off.

And show off he did. Sitting on one of those dumb spiny barstools with a cocky shit eating, yellow, grin on his face. Looking at the customer next to him who was showing off his cool “butterfly” knife to whatever chick was on his opposite side. And that’s when an idea came to his mind, a way to snag a drink, a way to get everyone’s attention. So, he got the knife holder's attention.

“Hey, dude, bet you a drink I can balance the tip of that knife on my nose.”

Steve-O found himself boasting, as he turned on his chair to face the man. Something he’s done quite a few times, he’d say he perfected it by now. The man looked at him with curious eyes, looking away from the fair lady, and giving his gaze to Steve-O instead,

“Oh yeah? I’d like to see you try.”

The man let out a rather amused laugh. Handing over the pretty purple knife to Steve-O. He took it earnestly, ready to get himself a free drink. Hopefully a real strong one too.

Steve-O flipped open the knife, and eyed the pristinely sharp blade. Tilting his head back and letting out a just as sharp exhale as he put the blade tip against the tip of his nose. Somehow getting it to start to balance. His head shifted to the side a bit to keep it still; as still as he could anyways.

And then something he really didn’t expect to happen, happened. Knoxville put a rough hand on his shoulder, shaking him completely. Taking him by absolute surprise as his head lulled forward and the knife slipped, slicing the edge of his nose and starting to fall. His head jerked suddenly as he let out a whiny groan in pain, panicking and trying to catch the knife with his hands. Instead he full heartedly grabbed the knife by the blade with his left hand, slicing open all his digits. It felt like molten lava. While he tried to switch the knife from his left to the right he managed to stab himself right in his right palm, all the way through it in a rather clean plunge. Steve-O's eyes started to water.

“What the fuck, man??!”

The knife's owner on the stool next to him yelled at Steve-O, a look of disgust and anger was present on his face as he stood up, pushing Steve-O hard. Kicking him right when he was at his lowest, absolutely pissed.

“Fuck.. holy fucking shit, O!”

Knoxville yelled out as he took his hand straight off the others shoulder, looking at him with absolute horror, and major disbelief. Like he couldn’t just believe what he saw, Steve-O was trembling as he grabbed onto the counter with his left and right hand trying not to fall off the stool from the shove. Lodging the knife even further through his palm, severing more muscle and bone and important tendons and veins. He let out a sharp cry. As he stood up. Mumbling a few curses, as he tried to grab onto the guy he was trying to impress earlier with his rather bloodied hands. One had a fucking knife through it.

His breathing was all labored as he ruined the man’s white button up. Clenching onto it like he was the next coming of Christ, absolutely pleading with him, like a child pleading not to go to school. Pleading for help, pleading for just about anything right now. Steve-Os ears rung, and that man’s look of anger changed to one of surprise. And then disgust once more. Shoving Steve-O right off him, and spitting in his face.

“Yer fucking scum!”

His voice slurred slightly as Steve-O fell down, hitting against the bar stool behind him as he got knocked to the floor. In absolutely agonizing pain. He watched as the blood pooled from his nose, and both hands. Looking down at his now ruined shirt, and then back down at Steve-O. Giving him one more final vengeful kick, before he averted his gaze to Knoxville.

[reidslovely]

Writer Q&A Tag

Thank you @a-lumos-in-the-nox for the tag. These questions were so exciting to answer, I loved every minute of it.

How many complete fics/oneshots do you have (that you have not published (yet))?

Technically none. I have one chapter of a Link fic I’ve been working on forever completed. But no completed one shots or fics that are unpublished, I’m more of a work for a bit and then abandon. 

 How many WIPS do you have right now?

Anywhere from four to six

Do you take writing requests or write original ideas, or both?

Both! I love writing requests I think it is super fun and it gives my brain a bit of a break. I like having people telling me what they want me to write. But I do also love having my own ideas and writing them down, though they do take a bit longer. 

How many fandoms do you write for? 

I write primarily for TASM/Spider-Man fandom so like one big one. But I will occasionally write for other Andrew characters here and there.

Are there any fandoms you wrote for in the past, that you no longer write for? 

I’ve been writing fanfiction for a very very very long time. Since I was about 12 actually, not saying it was good but I did it. In order I wrote for: One Direction, Harry Potter, The Amazing Spider-Man, Panic! at the Disco, and Criminal Minds. And now I write solely for TASM

Do you write for ships, reader inserts, or other?

I write primarily for x readers. But I have in the past written ships, and original characters x fandom characters. Which is something I would love to get back into but I fear that with OC/Fandom Character some people would feel left out even though that’s primarily what I write and then just go back and edit to be x reader. 

Niche fandoms/characters you write for?

I guess all of Andrew Garfields random characters he’s played? Jeb, Link, and Sam are a few I have WIPs on. I’m not sure if they can go here, but I’m putting them here. 

Do you read fics as well as write them?

Duh. If it weren't for the fics I’ve read and actively participated in I don’t think I would have ever started writing. Other writers inspire me everyday till this very day, fanfic writing is all about community and I like inspire and cradle creativity into one another intentionally or not. 

What is your favorite genre (angst/fluff/whump/etc) to write for?

Depends solely on my mood and the character I am writing for. I really enjoy hurt-comfort, and fluff. Which is shocking compared to the amount of smut on my page.

What is your favorite trope (to read and/or write)?

Reading I love Mafia AU’s, College AU’s. If you couldn’t tell I’m very big on friends and lovers. I often also enjoy a supernatural au here and there and like Person A is immortal and in love with every iteration of the love they’ve had since the 1500’s.

Writing I’m pretty basic I write a lot of mafia au’s and college au’s. I write a lot of read so friends to lovers, I haven’t written supernatural on here but I would love to try it out. I also like to write fixed endings, or elaborate on endings I did not like or felt like need answers. Which is what I am doing with Link and Jeb currently.

What do you do to get motivated to write?

Music. That’s it pretty much I build playlists for characters or fics I want to write and I listen to those while writing. Occasionally pictures I feel that capture what I want to write will inspire me, but mostly music.

Is there a trope/genre you like to read, but not write?

I am a sucker for absolutely unhinged, dark Peter Parker. And I have tried and tried to write it but it never comes out good, it’s always really pitiful when I do it. But I love to read it.

Any characters/fandoms you want to write for that are never requested?

I really wanna write for Jeb from Under the Banner of Heaven..so bad. 

How long have you been writing fanfiction?

Since about 2013

Did you read fanfiction before you started writing?

I did, yeah! I started writing for multiple reasons but I still to this day love reading more than writing it.

Do you only post on tumblr, or other sites as well? (feel free to promote). 

I only post on tumblr (I was a Wattpad girl back in the day but I will never go back.) However, I’ve been considering writing on AO3 to widen my audience. 

What do you personally consider the word counts of "drabbles", "oneshots" and "fics" (+other?)?

This is gonna sound really dumb but I don’t have a clue. I really don’t know, I go off of whatever I feel like it is and if I see it turning into a fic or a mini series. If it is not gonna be turned into something bigger and it’s less than 1K its a drabble anything over 1K is whatever I feel like it is. 

Which do you prefer to write more? Headcanons, Drabbles, Oneshots/Fics,  Multi-Chapter Stories, or other?

Depends on how much muse I have really. I would love to make a big multi chapter story but I absolutely suck at world building. So I usually stick to oneshots/fics and then roll from there. 

Are there any stories you have discontinued? If so, why?

That’s the Price. Not so much discontinued, just hasn’t been updated for a year because I don’t know how to write the final chapter. It technically has a sound ending but..

 What is one of your main "pet-peeves" as a writer on tumblr?

Not reblogging, It is the most important form of engagement for writers, and what hurts a little bit more is writers who go on about how important reblogging is for their fics but won’t reblog anyone else’s stuff feels like a kick in the face. 

Do you write at a particular time of day?

I do most of my writing around noon or at night because I like to be alone when I write. 

Do you listen to music, ambiance/noise, etc. to write, or do you need silence?

I have my little playlists that get me going, they’re never consistent and usually based on whatever I’m trying to write. If I’m not in a music mood, I’ll put on a YouTube video or something to match.

Do you outline your fics at all before writing?

Nope, fuck it. We roll with the punches. 

Do you post your writing as soon as you finish it, or do you schedule it to come out at a specific time/day?

I will publish it as soon as I finish. I’ve tried to schedule them for set days but it never works when I try to use it, and if I let it sit in my docs I will end up hating it and it will never see the light of day.

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So I just tried applying for an a/b/o roleplay discord server and basically got instantly denied.

I’ll admit, my application was bad at first because I wrote in first person when they wanted third, but even after getting it fixed, they were so quick to deny me. Like, they didn’t even sit on it for an hour, and I thought my application was pretty good! I know I’m not the best writer, but I put my best into the writing sample they asked for.

This was the writing sample:

It was a pretty normal morning when Oscar woke up, all things considered.

His alpha was already at work, getting all the extra hours in before Oscar’s heat. Their shared cat is laying on the bed, just outside of the nest and looking towards the bedroom door.

A great protector, keeping Oscar safe from the mice and bugs he hates so much.

Her tail and ears twitched when he sat up to stretch, and that’s when he started to feel it.

There’s a gnawing hunger, more overwhelming than it normally is. Then there’s the waves of exhaustion that roll over him, and if he wasn’t so hungry, he’d go right back to sleep. The frustration at all of this all at once makes him want to scream out, before he realizes, and he gets a bit of giddy happiness, a bit of hope.

Oscar’s first heat after accidentally skipping the last one, the pre-heat is right on time. He’s going to be okay.

So, not my best writing, but I’m rusty. I haven’t written anything for fanfic or roleplay for a few years now, the only exception being the ai chat bots because. Desperate.

A few minutes after sending the revised application in(the writing sample displayed in this post), I got denied. And it was pretty… idk, disheartening? Like, I was really excited because it’s a server that aligns with my interests and preferences, and the ratings on Disboard were pretty good too! But then I got this just a few minutes after sending my application.

Idk man. Not naming the server because I’m sure they’re great people and I don’t want any hate towards them, I just feel… really bummed. Not sure if I’m gonna try another server after that, haha.