#but now you inspired me a little to continue with it bc. not to toot my own horn but the toast is really cute.

[squinch-depraved]

got rlly inspired by @mister-sandwich's post about schlatt pissing you off and then just burying his face between your legs and i think i'm gonna continue off of the other oneshot i posted today bc something ab it was kinda yummyyy wrote this all in one sitting so i hope it's okay anyway can you tell i'm high and have the munchies 🤭

a few days later, still chuckle week, still sweltering, you sit in front of a fan on the bed you're staying in, legs hanging off the side and slightly leaning back onto your arms. eyes closed, waiting for your best friend(?) to come back so the two of you could start watching another movie. it was your new favorite activity to do together; he hadn't seen many and you got to show him your favorite films. doesn't matter that it usually ended with someone going down on the other, or that you both were too electrically aware of the other's presence to actually watch the flick. things between you two were certainly different than they were at the start of this trip, but at this point, it was a bit too late to care how relationship dynamics had shifted, what with the shoving of his cock down your throat all the time and that stuff. and when ted joined you guys, it was even more intense. the three of you definitely had something incredible, and you planned to all discuss it at the end of the week, when all the filming was done and you guys could finally relax. but for right now, ted was out with tucker hunting down some stuff for a video they were going to film together, and then they were going out to dinner with a group of friends not well known to the two of you left. it was just you and schlatt for the rest of the day and night, and you were thrilled. not that you didn't love having both boy toys, just that you were excited to have some time alone with him again.

"this fuckin' loser only keeps some weird bougie caramel top ice cream in his freezer, so i guess that's what we're having," his voice echoes down the hall until he's finally visible in the doorframe. he continues to approach until he's standing in between you and the fan and holding out a spoon.

"that's my ice cream, j," you reply tiredly, pinching the bridge of your nose. "i bought that for us to share tonight because i thought it looked good. you think i'd just tell you to go steal ted's ice cream?"

he's silent for a moment. "i think if you wanted to be cute and have a little ice cream date, we could have used ted's ice cream maker and made it a whole thing."

you whip your head up to glare at him. "are you fuckin' kidding me?"

he laughs. "what? mad i came up with a better date than you? in like, two seconds?"

"no!" you lie. "get out of the way of the fan, it's so fucking hot in here." you try to push him, or even move him at all, really, but you fail. "schlatt, i'm fucking serious. move. and give me that spoon."

he yanks the spoon back before you can reach it. with a simple, "nah," he opens the ice cream and begins eating it, much to your dismay.

"schlatt! stop it! that's for-"

"our cutesy little movie date? nah, toots, i'm gonna eat all this while you sit there and bitch about it, and then maybe, if you're cute enough, i'll eat you."

a stunned silence hangs heavily in the room before you finally regain the ability to speak, jumping up to grab at his hands (which he pulls out of reach as he continues to eat with a small smile on his lips). "sch- i actually don't even fucking know what to say," you fumble, growing more and more pissed. "i don't know why you're being like this?? what did i do?"

he sniffs.

"there's no way you actually eat that whole pint." your hands are on your hips now as you shoot daggers at him. his eyebrow cocks, as if to say, wanna bet? "i hate you so much."

he grins and goes in for another spoonful.

"you're such a dick, you know that?" you speak sharply, sinking back onto the bed.

"last spoonful. you want?"

you quickly look up at him to see him offering it to you, spoon in outstretched hand. you nod greedily and open your mouth, causing him to cackle and eat it himself. your eyes go wide, and then narrow to squint at him. "YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKING- WHY WOULD YOU EVEN- I CAN'T FUCKING-" you stutter, starting time after time only to stop a few words later because your anger feels like it's consuming you. "WHY???" you scream. he simply continues laughing as he leaves the room. you sit there, fuming, unable to even move as you process everything that just happened. the rage makes you blind to him coming back and standing in the same spot. a moment later you look back up at him. "get out of the way. of the fucking fan. or i swear i'm going to-"

"shut the fuck up," he says.

you go silent for a few seconds before you ask, "where did you go?"

"throw away the ice cream. i told you shut up," he says. "can you just do one thing you're told?" his voice is sickly sweet, mocking you.

"i'm gonna punch you in the balls live on the podc-" you start, but are cut off by him pushing you back down onto the bed. "wh-?"

he wedges himself between your legs and rips the clothing off your lower half. you shriek slightly in surprise, and he buries his face in your cunt, immediately swirling his tongue over your clit, sliding a finger in. his face pulls back and looks at you, staring at the ceiling, lost in the whirlwind of things you're feeling, and says, "fuckin' knew you'd be soaking for me." he punctuates his sentence by spitting on your clit and you moan. "you taste so much sweeter than that stupid, fancy fuckin' ice cream." this makes you scream through gritted teeth (really, it was him slipping another finger in and working them inside you just right, but he doesn't need to know that) and you bring your legs to wrap around his head, fingers intertwining into his hair.

gasping and squirming under him, his tongue continues to dance all over your sopping pussy while he pins you by your hips down against the mattress. he's sloppy, borderline making out with your sticky sweet folds and you can see your essence all over his chops. his eyes, dark, drag up your body to meet yours and it triggers something in your stomach. a knot, forming and growing as he works now three fingers in and out, in and out, and curling them in all the most delicious spots. you're screaming now, his name, obscenities, how much you just hate him, how good he feels. the knot in your stomach has spread throughout your entire body, enveloping you in a warm embrace as fireworks explode everywhere, and you scream more, announcing your arrival at what feels like heaven's gate, but he just keeps going. sensitive, every nerve in your body feeling like it's being abused by this man (and truthfully, they are), tears begin to flow down your cheeks as you try to pull his head away, to no avail.

"please, j! i can't handle it! 's too much!" you cry out. he hmmphs on your clit, making you gasp loudly. something is building again, but it feels different. almost wrong. still pleasureful, but in such an intense way that your legs begin kicking, trying to get him off. but schlatt holds fast, mouth glued to the bundle of nerves that makes you move under him like this. he knows you're close, and by god is he gonna get you there. something resembling fire rips through you like a shockwave, and you release all over him, babbling something about a mess and tears falling from overstimulation.

finally, he pulls back, looking up at you while you regulate and come back down to earth. when you finally speak, your voice is hoarse. "why did you do that?"

he shrugs. "you were bein' a brat."

you nod, looking at the time.

"i'm gonna doordash that ice cream, by the way," he mumbles, grabbing his phone. " it was really good and you deserve some after all that. you still up for a movie?"

[skypied]

Do you have any snippets from forever and ever that you’d want to share? Specifically any fluffy bits??

Maaaan of course you ask for the fic that's been seeing the least progress. There are some super cute parts, but they are The Most Pivotal parts so I'm reluctant to share them. My fav, and the first thing I wrote that kicked off the whole thing, is Alberto's toast to Luca, which ends with Luca crying and Alberto trying to eat his notes to hide the evidence.

But here's a cute lil thing. It's apparently an Italian tradition that the groom serenade the bride from outside her home, so:

He’s woken up the same way Alberto wakes him up on all special occasions - with soft lips nuzzling against his jaw, making him chirp in surprise, with Alberto asking him what day it is and him playing oblivious until he’s being tickled and kissed breathless. All for that short moment before Alberto tells him, when he just looks at him, too sleepy and fond for any pretense to cover up the warmth in his eyes. “Like I’d ever forget,” he smiles back, just as fondly. Today though, after handing him a cup of coffee and a cornetto from their favorite bakery, Alberto doesn’t crawl back into bed to feed him, he gives him a quick kiss and asks him to wait before leaving the room. Luca cradles the mug, letting the steam warm his face. He peers curiously over the rim when Alberto returns, old banged up guitar in hand. He settles on the edge of their bed, hoisting the guitar onto his lap. “What’s all this then?” “Since we’re already breaking traditions and living in sin, I can’t be Romeo calling for his lover on the balcony.” Luca snorts, making him pout. “I swear, if you don’t let me be romantic on our wedding day-” “I’m sorry! I’m not laughing at you. Just. If we’re going for fictional comparisons, I prefer Rapunzel.” He smiles at Alberto’s eyebrows scrunching together in confusion, and reaches up to tuck a long, stray curl behind his ear. “A princess with beautiful, golden hair, rescued from her tower by a handsome prince…” His face contorts and Luca’s thumb swipes across his cheek. “Don’t cry, we have our happily ever after,” he whispers, worried his voice will crack. He puts the guitar down and Luca barely has time to set his mug on the nightstand before Alberto flops onto his chest, curls tickling his nose as he burrows into his neck. “Why can you say disgusting things when I can’t?” Luca hums and strokes his back. “Because you’re a very nice boyfriend who doesn’t cut me off the way I do you.”

[embroideried]

ok. here’s an excerpt from what will probably be toward the beginning of the second chapter of my wx kidfic :) modern au. this is at an american city botanical gardens. wwx is a single dad but he has a good relationship w ayuans mom :p

everyone thank @blushingkatya for tagging me in a wip sharing thing! i wont tag anyone but if ur inspired to share some wips bc of this...........pls tag me :)

And even though it was the Chinese festival that introduced his family to Gusulan in the first place, Wei Wuxian still hadn’t realized that they would be performing there. Not until he called Mianmian to make sure she was okay with having A-Yuan on Saturday.

That turned the festival into something to actually look forward to. It forced him to scramble to his boss last minute to make sure he was assigned to the area the performances would be — but it was okay. It all worked out. And he was happy to be there to see his son play with all the other little Lans, but he couldn’t say that was his only motivation. The honorable Hanguang Jun would be there with the rest of the instructors. But this time, he would be performing. He was going to get to see Lan Wangji play the guqin without having to spy at him from the waiting room.

He was stationed there as a human directory, but nothing could stop him from watching the show. Not even his friend asking him what the shortest route to the restrooms was from here. Not while his little boy was tooting along on his flute with all the other beginner-level students.

“I don’t even know why I had them schedule you with me,” Wei Wuxian said as soon as he could tell the visitors had walked off. He kept his eyes on A-Yuan.

Nie Huaisang let out a whine that made Wei Wuxian turn around — just to shoot a glare.

“Look, I don’t either! You know I wanted to be in the gift shop!” His whiny voice got louder as he approached, then dropped to a harsh whisper as he peeped over Wei Wuxian’s shoulder. “I don’t know anything about this fucking place!”

Wei Wuxian felt a rapid gust of air begin to blow the piece of hair lying on his cheek. He peeked over his shoulder to see Nie Huaisang fanning himself.

“Dude, where did you get that?”

Wei Wuxian reached behind him and plucked it right out of his hands. He started to fan himself just as the kids finished their last song. The crowd on the grass started clapping, their cheers rather quiet. Wei Wuxian and Nie Huaisang both started whooping and yelling for A-Yuan from the back. A handful of people turned around to see what all the noise was about, most with a smile on their face. Mianmian and her friends were some of them. Once they shut their mouths, Nie Huaisang snatched his fan back. Lan Qiren stepped up to the microphone to make some kind of announcement. The pair decided that was their cue to keep talking like a bunch of troublemakers mumbling in the back of the classroom.

“Which one is your boyfriend again?” Nie Huaisang asked, eyes squinted as he peered toward the stage. The lower half of his face was now obscured by his fan.

“Not my boyfriend,” Wei Wuxian defended. Nie Huaisang gave a sharp look from behind his fan. “He’s the one on the right with the low bun.”

Lan Wangji was standing alone on the edge of the stage, watching as his brother wrangled a group of about twelve children by himself. Wei Wuxian felt a giggle bubbling up in his chest. No wonder he let his brother teach the beginners. He couldn’t help but wonder what Lan Wangji was actually like with kids. There was something awkward about his stare, as if he didn’t know what to do with himself when he was around them, but it wasn’t hateful. But A-Yuan thinks he’s cool. Maybe that’s enough.

“God, I wish people still dressed like that,” Nie Huaisang lamented, eyeing Lan Wangji’s hanfu. This outfit was different from the one he had worn at the recital. It was a similar shade of blue than the last, but it had sheer white detailing that could be seen even from this distance. There was also some gold threading that glinted in the sunlight as he shifted his position. He looked gorgeous.

“They asked us to wear those if we had them for A-Yuan’s last recital. Zixuan thought it was a good idea, so I had to spend like a hundred dollars so I could match everyone.”

Nie Huaisang scoffed.

“Had to?”

“Yes, had to,” Wei Wuxian sneered. His friend giggled behind his fan. “I was gonna look like I was wearing a Mulan costume from Party City if I didn’t.”

“But you’d be a cute Mulan!”

Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes and focused his attention back to the stage.

Lan Xichen was back. The two brothers were now taking their positions at their instruments. Lan Xichen opted to continue standing with his flute, but his brother had no choice but to sit. Wei Wuxian understood that it was his job to play the guqin and teach those skills to other people, but seeing him onstage was so...formal. In a way, it was even more exciting than spying on him alone in a practice room. Here, Wei Wuxian was meant to be listening. He had permission.

And he was good. Like, as good as Wei Wuxian really understood. He could actually be shit compared to the world’s top guqin player, but he was pretty sure Lan Wangji held that title. He wasn’t interested in hearing what anyone else sounded like.

“You think you can handle a guy that classy?” Nie Huaisang mumbled toward his friend. Wei Wuxian didn’t react. He bumped him with his shoulder, his grin growing behind his fan. “Are you enchanted, sir?”

Wei Wuxian chuckled and bumped Nie Huaisang back with his elbow. He might have been transfixed, but he heard him. And maybe he had a point. What if Lan Wangji was too serious for him? He had to be rich, too — no way his family owned a building like that and didn’t have money. When Wei Wuxian had talked to him before, he seemed fine. Maybe not <i>nice</i> like his brother, but he was polite. He didn’t get mad at him when he made more obviously flirty comments that one time, but A-Yuan and Xichen walked in on them. He was too polite to rebuff him in front of them.

Just as the song reached its climax, one of their walkies crackled to life. Wei Wuxian smacked the shit out of his belt until he realized that Nie Huaisang had picked up his own. He shot a smirk at him before walking off a couple feet to respond to whoever was calling over to their station. He may know next to nothing about the layout of the gardens, but you could rely on Nie Huaisang in a pinch.

And after a few more minutes, the performance was over. The crowd cheered louder and longer for the brothers than anyone else onstage that day. Funny, considering how much of the audience was the friends and family of the students. Wei Wuxian clapped, staring off toward the stage in a bit of a daze. His friend returned without so much as a sound. Then, Nie Huaisang clapped his fan shut with a nice, loud <i>ffffwp</i>! Wei Wuxian jumped halfway out of his skin.

Nie Huaisang pointed the end of his fan right off the slope of the other’s nose.

“I’ll give you like fifteen minutes tops to run backstage and get him before they leave.”

Wei Wuxian blinked

“Huh?”

“Run back there and see what he’s doing tonight, or I’ll tell Cassie you that you were harassing visitors again.”

He wasn’t kidding. Nie Huaisang has used the wrath of their manager against him for some of the pettiest things — and it always worked. Wei Wuxian pursed his lips and started to walk off from his station as calmly as he could manage, but Nie Huaisang saw that half-jog down the hill.

[ofshilohs-blog]

heyho, hi ! i’m incredibly late jane ( pls just ignore that the accepted post says sylvia .. i was v insecure if u catch my drift ), twenty, she & her and from the glorious gmt+2 tz. along with being an avid dc & marvel fan, memes cause 90% of my laughs which .. is sad now that i think about it but Anyways ! you’re here for shiloh and not me ( mayhaps a little bit. here’s to hoping right. ) read below at ur own risk, you’ve been warned alright .. also if you want to plot just hmu or like this & i’ll im you later !

SHILOH HARTELL — wait, you mean the AMETHYST ? yeah, i’ve heard of HER before. they’re a TWENTY-ONE year old DANIELLE CAMPBELL lookalike and identify as DEMIGIRL. people often describe them as THE ARCANE of this island. i definitely agree, though. i mean, not to be rude or anything but shiloh can be kinda PEREMPTORY and PARADOXICAL, but everyone has their bad days. however, they’re also TRUSTWORTHY and DILIGENT, which makes people admire them so much. i guess what i’m trying to say is that they’re a true gem.

BACKGROUND ( TW: CAR ACCIDENT, COMA & ALCOHOL/SMOKING MENTION )

first things first .. you can click on each word to find shiloh’s bio & headcanons but i don’t want u to waste five mins of your life so i’ll try to cut it down to three. SKSKJ

besides that i’m actually kind of proud of this kind of social media page ?? so mayhaps look at it .. if u want.

really getting started now though

born april hartell in toronto in 1996, before her younger brother june was born one year later.

( for the sake of .. lbr everything i’ll just go on calling her shiloh bc otherwise it’ll be too confusing w/ april & shiloh ) in her early yrs shiloh used to envy june and the way their parents always preferred him, but fast forward to now and shiloh’s soo very glad they did. she taught herself numerous things she probably would have never considered if she wasn’t “ignored” a good few months and even after she brought up being left out to her parents it continued.

when shiloh was twelve, her brother was diagnosed with copd or more commonly known as smoker’s lung, an obstructive lung disease which only caused the family dynamic to spiral down.

after the news sunk in the hartell’s did everything for their brother/son and during those times shiloh and june actually grew close. shiloh mostly took care of her brother when their parents went out or simply had to recharge. ( the next few sentences are from her bio bc it’s 2am n i’m tired bear with me plS ) nonetheless graduating was just as important as taking care of june. shiloh has been known as some kind of a contradiction during her school years, always being excessively studious and getting straight a’s while being surrounded by other popular kids due to being the cheerleading co-captain. at the time her schoolmates didn’t know anything about shiloh’s home life as she preferred to keep it that way. hanging out with them gave her a few hours of calmness, despite most of them trashing other people’s property or trying to set her up with the most basic but popular guy, until they realized she apparently had no interest in any form of relationship. but what no one, except for her brother, knew was that shiloh in fact had a friends with benefits agreement with some messed up guy from a local university. shiloh always told june it wasn’t serious in the slightest and she probably wouldn’t even talk to him if he didn’t have his own demons to deal with.

shiloh always blamed her father for june’s disease as it was caused by him smoking every day and having june next to him almost all the time. while shiloh never wanted to become like her father, years later she believes she did despite trying truly everything not to.

at age eighteen shiloh changed her name legally, now using april as a middle name and nickname for her parents to use. ( once again copied from her bio rip ) ever since graduating shiloh started making videos to compensate for the lack of other distractions, as she wasn’t interested in meaningless hookups anymore either. being exposed to even more knowledge and terms than before, the brunette found herself more and more.

while spiralling down due to constant pressure at home and online shiloh had weak moments of consuming too much alcohol which only caused to cloud her judgement. it was june’s eighteenth birthday when shiloh made a fatal mistake, driving while intoxicated caused their car to hit a tree and damage its occupants.

it wasn’t until one month later that shiloh woke up from a coma, as disorientated and concerned as ever. when she caught the sight of her brother without any severe injuries shiloh was finally able to breathe normally again, not realizing her heart rate went up significantly just moments before.

even though june always claimed the crash didn’t worsen his condition, shiloh kept blaming herself just like she blamed their father for what he did to her younger brother. during that time shiloh started seeing similarities between herself and him that didn’t even exist.

once again distancing herself from her family shiloh put out more and more videos. as she gained subscribers rapidly, shiloh decided to talk about her private life for the first time publicly, hoping it’ll help people in similar situations.

getting mostly positive feedback and encouraging comments, shiloh approached her family again. she tried making peace with her own mind about everything that happened in the past, almost promising herself to not act the same way ever again.

as june’s condition got worse year after year, it hit its lowest point in 2016. no temporary treatment helped and the family’s former inherited fortune shrunk every year after trying one high-priced experimental endeavour prior to another. shiloh and her family got closer during that time once again, but her parents also insisted on her being able to have a life on her own. 

while applying to the closest car shop to become a mechanic, shiloh cut all ties to social media in the process after making one last youtube video explaining why. 

as her family heard of the gem theory they believed it’d be for a good cause to set shiloh up for it. being skeptical at first, shiloh put more thought into it. what if it meant the money she’d receive could be used for yet another attempt at finding a cure for her brother, or even the organization itself developing one ? after a few tests shiloh was all too familiar with, the result of being a perfect fit for the project surprised her to a degree. while hoping to partake in the experiment for the sake of her younger brother, shiloh simultaneously didn’t want to leave her hometown for the very same reason. having a long talk with june, however, convinced shiloh to be a part of the gem theory. still being skeptical, she hoped for some kind of silver lining.

PERSONALITY ( TW: ALCOHOL & SMOKING MENTION )

as mentioned above shiloh is very eager to learn about basically everything. she always needs something to keep her occupied. as megan abbott once wrote there's something dangerous about the boredom of teenage girls and while the quote is only semi-fitting it definitely can be used to describe shiloh’s high school years, always fooling around and screwing up while maintaining this picture perfect kind of image as co-captain of the cheer squad and a straight a student.

contradiction has always been a big part of shiloh, balancing between two stereotypes if you will: nerd vs. popular kid, first born vs. being the “lesser” child, being incredible romantic vs. meaningless hookups, keeping all feelings in vs. letting them all out at once, not believing in anything that can’t be touched/seen vs. believing in aliens.

absolutely despises cigarettes, blunts and everything else that can be smoked.

believes that wearing glitter as highlighter takes her closer to the stars and aliens.

the only alcoholic beverage she regularly consumes is any type of red wine.

for the first time in her life, shiloh’s been away from her family for more than a month. while appreciating being able to live her own life, homesickness hits her a lot.

shiloh’s a very structured person, disliking chaos and things that don’t seem to make any sense. suffering from ocd especially intensifies the former along with spending up to an hour with things such as rearranging belongings again and again, something others probably wouldn’t even notice. back when shiloh did youtube videos those had to have a certain length as well, sometimes even having to be re-filmed.

being on the island gives shiloh a bad taste in her mouth more often than not with everything that happened. as she’s a person who doesn’t necessarily likes being observed after her online presence, shiloh’s reminding herself of the promise she gave her family of not returning without anything more than ever.

this was all soo v serious omfg. but have this little fun ig tidbit that the only meme shiloh’s familiar with is that snl sketch dear sister bc she used to love the o.c. which inspired it so have that. keysmash

WANTED CONNECTIONS

alrigHT this is not to toot my own horn bc Yikes ! MXALDKS but i’m best at brainstorming and rambling when it comes to connections but will try to add some general ones to this part later or tomorrow as in monday bc it’s already past 3am n i’m [ madison beer vc ] dead.