#i have difficulty calling him *my* oc lol

[graysongraysoff]

i wish you could have more than 4 muses on fashion dreamer anyway having a nanami muse has been fun but i kinda wanna turn him into sparrow's bf now

[acidakerizo-47]

omg sorry i was dead a little and I'm glad that you still asking me an interesting requests and questions in Fandom and I'll wait for more! and of course I'll try to answer on all on them xd

sooo... what can i show? i made with my son some ideas for fan iz scenarios and i wanna show you a little concept i made uuuh (it's our rp idea mostly lol but idk i just wanna tell you more about it idk)

this is idea about socialisation test in irken armada that shows how specific races can cope with difficulties together with their relatives BUT something didn’t go according to plan and Dib also ended up at this test when he shouldn’t have been there

no matter how comical it was, Dib was assigned to the giant team (their race is a huge stone people similar to rhinoceroses and cobblestones at the same time), which he turned out to be absolutely unnecessary and the bets on his speedy death were wild

bc of negative situation he had to survive more alone and sometimes even get help from Zim (Zim donated his battle gear to Dib calling him an asshole at the time).

Zim's team consisted of Tak and another Irken unfamiliar to him who was a former invader until he lost part of his health (his name is Tom, his participation in this testing is still unclear but he himself volunteered to support Tak)

as it may despite the goal of winning, for the sake of a big prize Zim disappointed not only his team he did it also on those who bet a big money on Dib's death due to the fact that he had to save him more than participate in the testing...

I'm not sure this idea is so good Idk if I should tell the details of what's happening in this scenario I didn't write too much information

huge stone rhinoceroses and Tom is... OCs i just made lol? the ideas on them are very empty..? you can see it right away from the first three characters but Tom has most meaningful bio...

I'm feeling a little doubtful about it cuz now I'm too stupid after artblock...

[slutouttanowhere]

Pairing: Randy Orton x Mavis Pete(oc) x LA Knight

Warning: public fingering, degradation, use of the word “cunt” not suitable for minors 21+

Word count: 7k –I hope you heathens are happy now

Special tag: @wanderingpages s/o to my main beta reader, the bitch slayed me again. ❤️‍🔥

A/n: Listen, this on was edited, not only that but I literally army crawled and struggled to get this shit done lol. Yes LA Knight was indeed in a boy band with his friends back in the day he��s said so himself. He’s literally so baby girl sometimes I love him. Anywho hope y’all enjoy this chapter and the story so far. Again I’ll reiterate that sometimes I’d prefer to use a wrestlers real name for the most part, and in this case it’s LA Knight, oc calls him by his government. I’d imagine he wouldn’t mind closer friends and such doing that. Also also also, reblog, leave comments and like please and thank you ✨💗

Chapter 4

My week has already started off somewhat chaotic, I nearly missed my flight from the last town, and I had a bit of difficulty with the rental place. After that was handled, and I settled, I finally got to do one of my favorite things, go to the salon,and get my hair done. After a month and a half, I’m finally getting a new weave installed. Luckily, our next stop was New York City, so it was nothing for me to meet up with my stylist, Peach, at her salon. I pulled up to the suite with an overnight bag containing a change of clothes, a hair accessories bag, a pair of sweat suits on, and my hair piled up on the top of my head. From afar, I caught a few men with cameras pointed at me. I sigh and place my shades over my eyes, trying to pay them no mind. Paparazzi in my face is something I’m used to considering my time in the WWE, but there’s a constant nagging in the deep recesses of my mind, wondering about the possibility of a bad shot and a misleading story concocted from it. Still, my lips tilt in a smirk giving them just a little something to work with.

Peach’s set up is so professional, the front has chairs lined up against the windows where customers can sit and wait. The receptionist desk is made out of gray, and white marble. Pictures of beauty icons lined the walls of the hallway that led to the back where the shampooing, and styling stations were. The receptionist at the front greeted me, and had me sign in. It wasn't long before I was being taken back by a shampoo girl to get my hair washed, blow dried, and then braided for the wig. By the time I actually sat down in Peach’s chair, the process was more than halfway over. She smiled at me through the beauty mirror in front of us; this was my favorite part of my work week, and I never take this time for granted. This is probably the only other time I don't talk in depth about wrestling, which I’m absolutely grateful for. Sometimes it feels like the gig is 24/7, but going to hair and nail appointments was one of the more mundane things that kept my brain intact.

“What are the plans for today?” She asked, guiding my head back to lean into her chair, helping me get comfortable as her work takes time. I inhaled deeply – the first thing that popped into my brain was Shaun. Tonight was our first official date, although he didn't actually call it a date, but hanging out with someone you're consistently having sex with is definitely a date to me.

“Apparently…” I hesitated in telling her, only because I could already guess her reaction. “I’m going on a date.” And without having to look at her , I knew Peach’s face was set in a grim, almost unimpressed expression.

“Ew, why?” She then caught herself, not wanting to sound too put off, “Wait, who with?” She was suspicious of my answer; she’s made it evidently clear she doesn't really agree with my choice in men. Especially since she found out about Nic and I via twitter. I think she just naturally assumed I’m surrounded by jackasses and she’s partially right.

I peek an eye open, taking in her reaction, “Remember my co-worker, LA Knight?”

“Stupid name.” She mumbled, rolling her eyes, but nodding her head. I couldn't help but let out a chortle of laughter. It’s understood between us that she just cares about me, and wants the best. Which, if you don't have a friend that’s willing to beat someone's ass, or at the very least tell them off in a very passionate manner, then are they really your friend?

“Hey, be nice, that’s a future Hall of Famer you’re insulting.” I playfully scolded her, only for her to give me an indescribable response somewhere between a mumble and a grunt. I rolled my eyes this time, “Well, he asked me on a date a few days ago, and honestly I’m kind of nervous because it was so, like, left field, ya know?” I replayed the scene in my head, finally being able to reflect on that day from a birds eye view. Truth be told, I still wasn't sure if I wanted to entertain the idea of us dating, even if it was just meant to be ‘fun’ as he described it.

She’s quiet for this run as well, letting me ruminate and maybe taking in the situation herself. “You wanna know why you’re nervous?” Peach asked, voice softening a bit, and suddenly I was all in, willing to listen to a married woman, and anything she had to tell me. “He likes you – more than a situationship, and more than a friend. I mean, he might be in love with you, Mavis.” She said earnestly. I felt my face heat up, and my eyebrows scrunched together as denial fought its way through.. It is something I thought about, but I wanted to be wrong.

“Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?” I asked awkwardly, my voice cracking, eyelids widened. A chagrin expression morphing onto my face. Peach pressed her lips together, a stern expression written across her features; we stared each other down through the mirror, and off course I broke first. Letting out an uncomfortable kind of laughter to fill the silence, I bit my lip when I realized she wasn’t laughing with me.

“And you knew that didn’t you? But you said yes anyways.” She confirmed without me having to. A part of me felt bad, because the truth of the matter was, if I cut off Shaun I felt like I won’t have anyone else to entertain me.

“What happens when you fuck around and actually like him back when it’s too late? Like, I love you a lot but, is this a game you really wanna play?” Peach asked, her tone firm, and serious now. Boy, did she always ask the hard hitting questions. “I’m not getting on you, it’s just something to think about. Either way, it’s your choice what you do.” She said softly after observing how my lips dropped into a frown.

I sighed heavily, deciding to let it go for now, I turned my attention towards my stomach. As soon as I thought about food, my stomach grumbled, and I didn’t wanna eat out again since I’m going out with Shaun later. Maybe just something to knock the edge off? “Hungry? I’m buying.” I offered.

“Sort of, I kinda just wanted a smoothie or something, though. My boyfriend made dinner at home,” Peach grinned letting me steer the conversation elsewhere. she already had her phone out scrolling for open restaurants nearby, and my stomach growled louder at the thought, causing us both to burst out in laughter. We took a small break, waited for the smoothies, and while we waited I decided to play a silly game of smash or pass with Peach. She passed all the options; this set a record for the most eyerolls in one conversation, but then we got around to Randy.

“Please, for the love of God, don't say smash, Mavis.” Peach deadpanned, a light hearted, yet disappointed expression etched across her face. I opened my mouth to explain, but she immediately cut me off. “Isn’t he supposed to be your mentor or something?”

“And you’ve never wanted to fuck your teacher?” I argued back without hesitation, she couldn’t contain the smile that broke out onto her face and she threw her head back.

“You know what, am I even surprised? I know more about that man than I should, no thanks to you,” she grumbled, only pausing her rant to check the notification on her phone, indicating our food had come; Peach ordered us both smoothies, a nutella waffle, and some mozzarella sticks. We nibbled, and chatted for a little while longer, then Peach got back to work on my hair. By the time she actually finished, the sky turned a pink lemonade hue outside, and the foot traffic on the streets began to pick up.

“Wow, Peach, another banger, this looks amazing!” I ran my fingers through the grape colored curls gently, then turned to wrap my arms around her. We squeezed each other tightly, “ Hey do you mind if I use your bathroom to change my clothes real quick.”

“Are you gonna ask me every time to use the facilities you help to keep up?” She asked playfully, her lips curling up into a grin, but she pointed me in the direction of the back rooms where the bathroom was located. I grabbed my duffle bag, then slipped inside, and put on the light. I made sure to flick a few pics of myself, before and after my outfit change. I quickly opened Instagram to post them, not thinking anything of it. I packed my worn clothes into my bag, collected my things, then walked back into the salon. I made sure to hug Peach one more time, and swiped my debit card on the way out the door. I hopped into my rental, then made my way back to the hotel.

With the time I had left, I wasn’t really in the mood to wear a full face of makeup, so I decided to strategically draw on a sharp batwing eyeliner. Just as I was applying my second coat of mascara, the phone rang and I nearly jumped out of my skin. “Ugh.” I groaned, reluctantly I picked up my phone, it was Shaun. “I almost stabbed myself in the eye thanks to you.” I grumbled, from his side of the video call, it looked like he was already outside the hotel.

A bright smile stretched across his face, I hated how handsome he was sometimes, it made it hard for me to deny him. “Don't worry, doll face, you wont need ’em where we’re going,” he joked. The scenery behind him changed as he walked into the hotel, smiling to anyone that passed him by. He was damn near glowing – I don't think I’ve ever seen him this happy before.

“A doofus you are.” I quipped, to which he snorted. There’s a tapping on my door and I wasn't surprised to see him on the opposite end of the threshold. His eyes softened upon seeing me. I hung up the phone on my end, and threw my arms around his neck. He seemed stunned by my eagerness. Shaun and I communicate a lot outside of work; even when we’re not physically together, we’re texting, or talking on the phone all day. This makes me feel uber important considering he’s usually busier than me at the moment with the company pushing him to be a made man, so he’s been booked a lot more than usual. It made me tear up thinking about it, I guess I was staring too long, Shaun held me at arms length observing my expression.

“Hey, you okay sweetheart?” With one hand gently squeezing my shoulder, the other held my fingers to his chest. My free hand wrapped around the back of his neck, and my fingers dug into his honey blonde hair. The corners of his lips curled upward into a tiny smile, and his eyelids drooped slightly. A while ago, we discovered that’s one of his ‘spots.’ I tilted my head to one side, my smile mirroring his.

“I’m just so happy for you, ya know? The company is really trusting you to be in a top position. And all of your success – you know how I love to watch my friends win, Shaun.” My voice just above a whisper, a sparkle of pride flashed in his eyes. He let out a breath, and quickly deflected the attention to me, like I knew he would.

Kissing me on the nose, he said, “Well, I’m just trying to keep up with you, little miss. hottest thing to rise out of NXT, little miss. First, women’s money in the bank winner. Now, she’s up on main roster, rolling with the big dogs, face on posters, and cups. Nike shoe deals, cameos in tv shows, music video vixen…I could go on, she’s got an extensive resume already.” He listed off my accomplishments, all those things were nice, and I’m grateful for all my opportunities, but I always felt as if I was the background character in my own life.

“So I guess you could say, I’m a…Megastar.” I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively, and Shaun threw his head back, chuckling deeply. He was able to recover quickly, then leaned down and kissed me on the corner of my lips.

“Yeah.” My impression of LA Knight always won him over, even if it was stupid, and sometimes a far cry from what he actually sounded like. I was a fan before anything else, which he found endearing, thankfully.

“Alright, save some fun for the actual date, huh?” Shaun unwrapped himself from me so that I could quickly run to grab my purse, and phone. With our arms linked, we walked out only to be stopped shortly by a few of our inner circle. Xavier turned just before we crossed each other, tailed by Tyler Breeze and Big E.

“Damn! New wig, who dis?” Big E called out to me, the boys slapped hands with Shaun before they gently brought me into a side hug. Tyler is wholly responsible for Shaun and I ‘bumping’ into each other at that christmas party. Now, whether Tyler shoving me into Shaun was actually an accident or not… well that was still debatable. While Big E and Shaun were busy making some small talk, Xavier and Tyler pestered me.

Tyler slapped me on my shoulder, a grin on his lips, “I bet right about now you’re thinking, ‘gee, I’m so glad Tyler accidentally bumped into me at that party’ and to that I say, you’re welcome.” Xavier instantly bubbled up into giggles, which initially I wanted to be annoyed by Tylers statement, but Xavier’s laugh is so undeniable, and contagious.

“Whatever, doofus.” I rolled my eyes, by that time, Big E, and Shaun had rejoined our group. He threw his arm around my shoulder, I could feel my face heat up by the way the guys looked at me. Tyler was ready to burst, and Xavier wasn't too far behind him. They were the big brothers I never wanted sometimes. Shuan and I haven’t ever been this open with any form of affection, maybe a love tap here or there, or a playful flirt. But tonight, he’s practically waving a banner around for everyone to see and for some reason, it was making me anxious..

“Love to stay and chat fellas, but there’s a steak with my name on it.” Shuan’s light hearted tone put me at ease, reminding me that these are my friends, and that if I could trust anyone, it would be them. Probably with my life if I’m being honest. At last, we were alone again, walking through the hotel lobby and towards the parked car. Thankfully, the sun had gone down, and a nice breeze blew through the air. Shaun opened the passenger door for me, and I made sure to plant a soft kiss on his cheek before getting in.

I checked my phone as I settled in. Randy, had apparently he had been calling me all day. A few hours ago he had sent me a few texts. I bit my lip, guilt tightened in my chest – how could I have forgotten about him?

12:30 pm Randy🐍: Hey kid, ready? I’ll swing by in a little bit

12:40 pm Randy🐍: You forgot about training, didn't you?

1:15 pm Randy🐍: C’mon Mavis, you’re killing me, call me later. We’re gonna have to talk about this.

I puffed out air from my cheeks, nothing worse than being scolded by your idol, Randy Orton at that. I had been concentrating on the screen so intensely that I didn't even realize I never asked where the hell Shaun was taking me. “Umm, so you never told me what our date was.” I finally spoke up, it wasn't out of the ordinary that we sat in silence, I appreciated the fact that he didn't take my constant dissociating personally.

“Boy, I thought you’d never ask.” He joked, he glanced at me for a moment, a grin on his lips. One hand on the steering wheel, the other on my thigh, and hiphop music in the background. My heart thudded, I felt like a girl in one of those cheesy romance comedies, like I was Kate Hudson or something. Right when I think I’m out of the trenches with this man, he somehow reels me back in with the simplest of things, and I wonder if he knew that. Because besides Nic, I’m not exactly known to keep men around that long. Shaun’s been here almost a year.

“Shut up.” I rolled my eyes halfheartedly to which he chuckled.

“It’s a surprise, I think you’d like it though, it’s a little place where you can really let your star power shine.” He said vaguely, leaving me with more confusion than before, but soon my questions were answered. We pulled into a packed parking lot, the front of the building said ‘Melodys’ in bright red led letters.

My heart pounded with excitement, and a little bit of nervousness. I recognize this place from when it came across my Instagram timeline two weeks ago. “Shaun! Why didn’t you tell me we’re going to karaoke? I would have been more prepared.” I groaned, no matter how hard I tried to rack my brain for the perfect song, there were simply too many for me to choose from.

“Sorry man, I just assumed you’d have one, everyone has a karaoke song!” He claimed, to which I went silent for a moment, and he looked at me expectantly.

“I’ve never been before.” I said quietly.

“What?” He seemed genuinely surprised by this.

“Yeah.” I whispered, now feeling embarrassed under his gaze. My eyes tore away from his, no longer able to hold his stare. He seemed genuinely shocked by this information.

“I never knew that. I figured we’d go and just have a blast.” His large hand held mine gently, our fingers laced together, and with his other hand he grabbed me by the chin turning my face back to him. “We can always go somewhere else if you want—”

“No, I wanna do this. I’ve always wanted to go, so maybe this is a sign.” Then I leaned in, and placed a sweet kiss on his lips. Even when I pulled away he lingered, eyes still closed, and lips slightly puckered.

“I’m waiting for another one.” He mumbled, the corner of his mouth turning up slightly into a lopsided grin, and I couldn’t help my giggle. I rolled my eyes, but granted him one more kiss, this time more heated than the last. I pulled him closer by the back of the neck, his tongue caressed the inside of my mouth, and caused me to moan into him.

Reluctantly we both pulled away for air, “We could always make a bed out of the backseat.” Shaun offered, his tone suggested he was joking, but his eyes said otherwise. I reached my hand out to his check, my thumb swiped over his lips cleaning the gloss I smeared across his mouth.

“And waist this outfit? Nah nah.”

“I love it when you say my catchphrases.” He breathed, still leaning forward to catch another kiss, but I moved away before he could swoop in. He rolled his eyes, turned to get out of the car, and walked around to my side. He opened the door for me, took my hand, and helped me out. Our lips pressed together again before I could even process him pushing close the door behind me. My lips parted in a gasp as his hands moved to grip at my hips, pressing me back onto the cool metal of the car. My hands moved to his neck, that spot where he liked, weaving my fingers into the hair on the nape of his neck. I wasn't sure what had gotten into him, but I was a long way from arguing with him. I was pulling him closer against me, searching for a lazy sort of dominance in the way our tongues seemed to collide. His thumbs moved sinuously over my skin, feeling warm despite the layer of clothing between us. My knees started feeling weak. Something about the way his hands were caressing me, and making out in a dim lit parking lot felt scandalous.

“Shaun,” I murmured, pulling away enough to let my words out, “I'm wearing a skirt.” I whispered through kisses that were turning more ravenous as we went on. I did nothing to stop him, even when I felt his hand squeeze my thigh, and slide up the back. I lifted my leg, wrapping it around his hip, and his fingers crept up further, disappearing underneath my skirt.

“I know.” He said playfully, and my heart jumped when I felt his fingers graze me over my panties. A soft caress at first that had me keening, then a little harder, causing my vision to blur with every intense beating of my pulse. I slur out his name, forgetting my own momentarily as I leaned my head against his neck. His fingers stroked up and down before tugging at the satin and pulling the material to the side. Cool air sent a shiver up my spine, tightening my nipples almost painfully. If I hadn't been holding onto Shaun for dear life, I fear not much would have stopped me from pulling at my shirt and begging his mouth towards the pointed tips. His palm cupped me in a way that made me think it was possible he felt every throb of my clit against his skin. My breaths were labored against his skin, and his soothing words felt akin to nonsense with the way I was struggling to stay focused. “Sweet girl,” he murmured into my soul, “Did you wear this tight little thing in hopes of me doing this tonight?” I bit down on my lip to stop the startled noise threatening to escape when slowly, he slid a finger into me. “You’re already so fucking wet,” he said, as if I wasnt so completely aware. He stroked in and out almost torturously slow, curving his digit just slightly.

“Oh my God.” I whined, tilting my head to stare up at him. I couldn’t see his eyes in this lighting but I bet he was enjoying the fuck out of this. As soft as Shaun was with me, I knew there was a side of him that wanted to hit me over the head with a frying pan, most men did.

“I love the faces you make,” he admitted. “I wonder what happens when I do this.” He pushed a second finger into me, making my eyes grow wide at the intrusion. The stretch wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle – if anything it made me crave more. My eyebrows drew together, and my head fell back when this palm bumped my clit.

“Fuck.” I moaned, lips parting and toes curling. I felt the muscles in my stomach tighten and contract against my will, and my hips began to undulate, hoping to gain more friction. My breath stopped in my throat, it was getting harder to breathe. The air seemed to still around us and my heart began to thump loudly into my ears. I almost didn’t hear the sound of someone’s car door slamming. My fingers gripped him tighter in fear, and I turned my head, looking to see if anyone was headed towards us. Shaun’s hand still at my hip suddenly rested against my neck. He slid it up, wrapping his rough fingers around my chin and forcing my gaze back to his, all the while his steady fingering had yet to stop.

“Eyes on me, little miss,” his demand was so low it felt like the sweetest caress. My lidded eyes grew only heavier as his palm pressed into my clit again. I had thought it was an accident at first, but this time he did it again. Over, and over, bringing me right back to him, and the heat he was sending through my body with the way he was working me. “Just me,” he murmured, tenderly. I nodded almost imperceptibly, but it was enough for him. “Say it,” he whispered, and my knees began to tremble.

“Just…” My voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper, “Oh God,” I gripped him so hard, I knew his blood would be beneath my nails if I looked. He moved faster and faster, edging me until I told him what he wanted to hear, “Just you,” I nearly wept and the hand on my chin slid down to the base of my throat, adding pressure to my whispered chants. “Just you, just you…” and it felt like a little more than just for this moment right now. “Please.” I begged, and I wasn’t even sure what I was begging for, I just knew I needed it. He leaned in to me, his lips close to my ear, and he whispered things to me I thought he’d never say.

“I always knew you had a slut in you, out in the parking lot getting fingered in public, but this is what you wanted wasn’t it? ” The deepness of his voice, vibrating in my ears, traveled straight down between my thighs. My breath caught in my throat, I could feel it right there, the edge was so close, and I was about ready to jump over it. “Look at you,” he said softly, lips tickling the tip of my ear, “Taking my fingers in the parking lot like a little slut. Did you want him to watch?” took my earlobe between his teeth and I can only gather he meant whoever had just come out of their car. “Want to put on a little show so they could see uptight little Mavis come undone by sweet nothings and a LA Knight’s fingers in her tight little cunt?”

“Fuck you,” I murmured, eyes screwing shut as his fingers slammed into me faster and harder. “Yes,” I blurted out, “Yes, yes,” I felt a coiling heat start at the pit of my stomach and encased me fully. A sheen of sweat coats my skin despite the cool night. I’d say anything this man wanted me to if it meant getting me closer to climax.

“Everytime I say no, you bat those pretty little eyes at me, and I come running. A spoiled fucking brat, isn’t that right?” The sound of wet flesh on flesh filled my ears. It was so hard for me to see straight, let alone speak.

“Yes… ah! I’m such a fucking brat…” I stuttered out, my words mixed with moans, and my back arching. He pressed his lips to me, kissing my cheek, my ears, anywhere he could reach. “Ugh… I’m gonna come… don’t stop, please don’t stop,” I begged in a way I never thought I would.

“I know baby, I know. I’m not going anywhere till you finish, I don’t care how long it takes.” He breathed huskily into my ear. I pulled him in closer, my arms wrapping around him tightly. I brought my other leg up around him, and rocked my hips against him. That was just the right amount of rhythm I needed, and seconds later my hips halted, and just like that I came undone.

“That’s a good girl, let it out, come all over my fingers.” He encouraged me.

“Ugh.” I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut, and burying my face into his shoulder, trying to not scream out into the void of night. . Shaun held me there, slowly pulling his fingers away, and causing my inner muscles to flex. After a moment passed, he slowly, and carefully let my legs down. One hand helped me smooth out my ruffled clothing while I held his other wrist, slowly bringing his fingers to my mouth, sucking him clean of my own essence.

“Glutinous.” He teased, though his eyes glinted something equivalent to carnal desire. We take a moment to come back to our senses, then he gives me a smile I couldn't help but return.

“What was that?” I asked, finally as we began to walk through the parking lot. Shaun had wrapped an arm around me protectively as a group of what looked to be drunk men stumbled in our direction. They didn’t bother us, but he had an eye on them nonetheless.

We paused at the back door, he signaled to the door man to give them a moment. “I sensed you were a little on edge, or at least distracted. I really just wanted to take your mind off things.” He said honestly, he held me by the hands, looking coy and charmingly boyish for a split second. I can’t help but mirror him, giving his fingers a squeeze.

“Then fun I shall have.” I giggled.

“That’s my girl.” Shaun pulled me by the hand. He passed the door man some money, and he happily opened the back door to the club. The sound of the music carried out into the night time air, engulfing us as we entered.. We held onto each other, his hand tightened around my wrist with an iron grip as he navigated us through the sea of bodies. There was seating sectioned off by a red velvet rope, and from what I could tell a small group of people were already seated there.

“Hey girl!” I squinted my eyes, to see Bianca waving me down from behind the vip. Montez behind her, they both danced up to us, she wrapped her arms around me, and instantly felt at home.

“Hey! What are you guys doing here?” Shaun didn’t tell me Bianca and Montez would be here, I would have been ecstatic to hang out with them.

“He didn’t tell you? We told him like two weeks ago to ask you out, Montez and I planned on going out to karaoke anyway. We figured it would be a great excuse to tag along.” She shrugged her shoulders, then took a sip of her fruity looking drink.

I gawked at her in shock, “Since when the hell do you like Shaun? And how come no one told me about any of this?” I wasn’t sure whether to be upset or not that she had set me up like this. I mean of course it was out of love, but I would have liked to have been included, damn it.

“Since Montez told me he wouldn’t shut up about you on one of their guy nights out.” Bianca revealed, a small smile stretched across her lips, and a knowing look on her face. Shaun was talking about me to his friends? I could feel my face heating up, I looked over to where he and Montez stood talking about God knows what. I swallowed thickly as the fluttering in the pit of my stomach went wild when he turned to glance at me. He held his thumb up to me, then switched to a thumbs down, but I answered with a thumbs up. He nodded his head, and went back to his conversation. “You two are so very much dating, I mean I’m pretty sure everyone else thought so, but now you won’t be able to fake the funk.”

“God, shut up.” I laughed. We chatted for a while. As it turned out, they only arrived a little bit before we did, and apparently Bianca signed us up as a duo. Which I’m thankful for, but then she made me sign up for my own solo song. After the boys came back from getting us some food, they sat down at our table.

“So, did you know, LA used to do Karaoke all the time with his friends?” Montez happened to have offered this information that I’m sure Shaun didn’t expect him to share at all. It wasn’t like he was embarrassed per say, but knowing him it’s probably something he wanted to brag about himself.

“You did what?” Already a large grin was forming across my face, being a Scorpio and would not, he had that whole mysterious vibe going on. It was so fun to peel back his layers, and find out something new every time, especially when it came via other people.

“Ah well, yes. It was more so a band; my friends and I would cover songs.” He was caught off guard by the topic, but explained nonetheless. This was by far the most interesting thing I found out about him.

“Whoa, okay JT.” I giggled, he rolled his eyes, he feigned a look of offense. In my peripheral I could see Bianca snapping pictures of us, and she didn’t even try to hide it.

“Okay, not too much, calm down.” He took a sip of his drink, from what I could tell it was maybe scotch, but he had gotten a margarita for me. Our names were further down in the queue, so we talked and had a few more drinks. By the time I had my third margarita I was feeling slightly buzzed, then I got the bright idea to sip on Shaun’s.

I grunted as I swallowed, burning on its way down my throat, and warming up my chest. “I was trying to warn you, but you gulped it down before I could say something.” He chuckled, but rubbed my back in an effort to soothe the pain. It only helped in the sense that he was sweet enough to do even that, even if it was while laughing at me. Bianca had brought a tray of shots back to the table, I think there may have only been four or five.

“What’s this for?” I looked up at her, she smiled, and picked up a glass. Without any more words she brought it to my lips, I didn’t question it, instead tilted my head back, and swallowed the liquor down.

Then she downed her own drink. Putting a hand on my shoulder, she said, "We're next.” Shaun clapped his hands together, and slapped fifty dollars on the table.

“Alright girls, I got money on you, get these people up off their feet.” He grinned, Montez followed his lead by also slapping money down on the table, and then a plastic card.

We looked at him confused at first, “And there’s been another fifty plus twenty five dollars off at The Cheesecake Factory,” He said proudly to which Bianca and I just rolled our eyes, and went up on stage. The crowd buzzed with mixed reactions for a moment. I could tell a few people recognized us, because then they proceeded to pull out their phone. Of course I posed for a few of them. The crowd really started to stir up when music started up.

“C’mon now, that’s the best y’all got? Let me hear some noise!” Bianca shouted, and I was quick to follow her lead.

“If it’s some laddies in the house that’s tired of scrubs lemme hear you holla!” On cue, the women in the club shouted and whistled as loudly as they could. Putting on a performance for people wasn’t out of the norm for me, but being able to do so without any restrictions was otherworldly. Especially being side by side with one of my closest friends, and when the music started it felt like everyone else didn’t even matter. No Scrubs is a song you could sing in your sleep, but when Left Eye’s verse came up, I was the only one of us that knew it by heart.

“See if you can't spatially expand my horizons, then that leaves you in a class of scrubs never rising..” I sang, the pop from the crowd really let me know they were with me, and from our VIP section, Montez was the loudest. Bianca, now my personal hype man, wrapped her arm around my shoulder as we bounced in sync as if we’ve done this before. It felt like as soon as the song started it was over, a few people had stirred up in the crowd chanting, “Hottie,” then another group of people started chanting, “EST.” Next thing we knew the crowd was going back and forth, “HOTTIE,” and “EST.”

“Much love y’all.” I held out my hands making a heart symbol, Bianca and I posed for a few more pictures, but eventually got off the stage. When we came back to the table it looked like a waitress had cleared our mess, and had left our unfinished drinks. Montez was chanting for us, and fist pumping. Shaun looked up at me from his seat. His eyes shined with desire, he clapped his hands together, I held my hand out, and he placed the money in my hands.

He chucked deeply, I took my seat next to him, and fanned myself off with his money. Then I stuffed it in my chest, Bianca picked up the gift card and waved it around. “I guess we’re having a girls night at cheesecake.” We fist bumped then giggled, the night was far from over, but I didn’t have any more drinks. When it was Shaun’s turn, the crowd was absolutely jumping, without him having to work for it, and I wasn’t surprised. He just had that kind of energy. That and I’ve learned NYC crowds love him– must be an east coast thing.

The opening guitars of Beat It blasted through the packed nightclub, and I was in awe of how shockingly amazing he sounded. He moved on the stage with such confidence, and aptitude, it was weirdly turning me on. Now I wished this was how I met him. Shaun didn’t hold anything back, he was full out dancing, and playing air guitar. I was gobsmacked. I felt like a groupie the way I slipped out of the VIP section and ran up to the front of the barricade where people crowded around him. I threw my body in every direction, banging my head as hard as my body would allow. I turned to see Bianca had followed me, we held each other by the shoulders dancing, and singing. When the song was over, we maneuvered our way back to our section.

I threw my arms around Shaun when he met up with us, “How come you never told me you could sing? That was awesome!” Suddenly, I was struck by a burst of energy, forgetting all about where we were. I pressed my lips to his out of excitement, he body froze for a second, but he quickly recovered. We pulled away for air, when my eyes opened I was caught in his pretty blue irises. The fluttering stirred up again, my head felt a little dizzy, and my knees weakened. Bianca, and Montez cheered from the sidelines and brought me back to reality. We stayed for another hour, but the post performance crash was hitting me hard.

“Hey, y’all ready to get out of here?” Montez asked. Bianca was already standing with her phone, and purse in hand.

I let out a yawn, “Yeah, besides I have media to do tomorrow morning.” When I stood from my seat I stumbled a little, Shaun’s hands were quick to catch me before I landed on my face. He held onto my elbows, and carefully steadied me. “Thanks,” I smiled. He winked at me in response and if he hadn't been holding me, I would have stumbled again.

We all said our goodbyes then split. Shaun held onto me, his grip tighter than before. The sun had already gone down when we got here, but now it was approaching midnight. “Looks like we got outta there just in time, one more rock song and the roof would have popped off.” He joked as he started the car. Feeling a chill, I reached for the heat. I didn’t notice Shaun was already doing the same thing, so when our fingers touched it came as a surprise to me, somewhat jolting me out of shock. When my eye met his, a smile grew across my lips, and my heart skipped a beat.

I pulled my hand out the way, and let him hit the buttons for the heat. Shaun glanced over at me, a curious expression on his face, “what are you all smiley about?” He asked, quoting my words from earlier.

“That was the most fun, outside of work, I’ve had in forever.” I giggled, my hand reached over to caress his cheek and ear as he drove.

“See, it wasn't so bad, was it? And our friends were there, the crowd gave you a big ole pop.” Shaun complimented me sweetly.

“Yeah but the way you worked the room was crazy business, I had no idea you could sing. Like sing sing!” Not once did this come up, he told me how shy he used to be as a kid, and how he used to go find a place to hide and let loose with music. But being a part of a band was something else altogether.

He shrugged, a sheepish grin stretched across his lips, “Just never thought you were interested in hearing it, honestly.”

“Is it because I talk about myself a lot? I'm sorry.” A feeling of guilt settled into my chest as I recall our past conversations. Most if not all, consisted of me doing what I felt like was yapping while my head laid on his chest, and his arms wrapped around me.

“Awe no, listen doll face, that’s just our dynamic. You talk, I listen, and if I wasn’t okay with that, I’d tell you. I never brought it up because I just didn’t feel like it was interesting, and the boys and I haven’t done it in so long.” His voice sounded soft, and baritone as he reassured me. His hand found its way to my knee, squeezing it lovingly, before it traveled up to my thigh where his hand rested for the duration of the drive. My body relaxed, soon my forehead was pressed against the glass window, and I thought that I’d close my eyes for a moment.I was falling asleep, as the next time I opened my eyes, we were back at the hotel, and Shaun was opening my passenger side door.

“Oh shit, that was fast?” my voice was ladened with sleep.

“Not really, you 're just snoring the whole time.” Shaun teased, he handed over his keys to the valet, then took me by the hand, and walked us through the lobby to the elevators. He wrapped both arms around me from behind, pulling my close, and resting his chin on my head. My hands rested atop his, and my body melted into him. His cologne engulfed me, the warm scent beckoning me to sleep, but I fought to keep my eyes open till I made it to my bed.

By the time we made it to my hotel door I was ready to pass out, “Thank you.” A goofy grin plastered onto my face, my voice lowered to a whisper as I was too sleepy to talk any louder.

“Anytime, princess.” I pulled him in for a kiss, and I lingered for a moment, my eyes still closed. Reluctantly I pushed away, and entered my suite. I threw my clothes off near the door, grabbed a makeup wipe, and cleaned off as much makeup as I could knowing I’d regret it if I didn't in a few days time. I grabbed my bonnet, and the moment my head hit the pillow I passed out.

* Small mention: I do not own any lyrics by TLC, the verse/lyric I am referring to here is from No Scrubs by TLC. However, the only version to exists with Left Eyes rap verse is in the music video, to my knowledge. I will link the music video within the story for you all to enjoy.

[wtimetravelgentlemen]

🌲About time I make an intro post🦡

|| Kajsa (you can call me by my handle or make up a nickname too) || any prns except he/him. Mostly she/her || 23 ||

time to overshare hehe

The handles I use are weepingtimetravelgentlemen (my old url which I got from tumblrs own old username generator when making my original blog when I was like 14 lol. giving dr who) or wtimetravelgentlemen which is what I use these days! I use the abbreviated wttg in some places, since my handle is a mouthful.

My socials are

Tumblr: @wtimetravelgentlemen

NSFW tumblr: @wtimetravelgentlemen-notsfw

Twitter: Wttg_art

Toyhouse: wtimetravelgentlemen

Deviantart (abandoned after eclipse. rip i loved u): wtimetravelgentlemen

I have other abandoned art accs that I barely posted on as well

I've been drawing since I was 11 or so. These days I post mostly OCs, boyfriend to death fanart, dinos, and other fanart every once in a while

I apologize in advance for unanswered asks. I want to get to it, but I have some difficulties.

Content warning on my art

You could come across gore, monsters, sexual material, implied noncon, kink, abuse, implied cannibalism, violence, blood, knives, scars, swearing, trauma and death in my art, especially on my adult account and toyhouse. Beware :3. Block me or tags if you need, no hard feelings.

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#drawing is where you'll find all my art. I have a #sketch and #wip tag for unfinised works too

#personal, like implied, is more personal stuff, thoughts, craft, and sometimes art. Fandom stuff is just tagged as the fandom it belongs to like #btd2, #TXT, #DoL etc. #OC for original characters along with their names

I use Clip Studio Paint for my art these days but used to use Paint tool sai, deviantart muro (rip) and paint.net in the past. The traditional media I do are graphite, charcoal, ink, watercolor, oils, clay, embroidery, I've dabbled in tattooing too.

It's ok to use my art as pfp's, headers and as art references/bases as long as you give credit. Go crazy.

Feel free to draw my OCs as well! What if they hung out with your OCs :D No NSFW of my minor characters tho and Karma and Sinope. They're special to me.

My DMs are open if you wanna discuss ocs, art, fandom or whatever. I only bite a little.

Trivia time!

I have a massive soft spot for browser petsims, visual novels, horse games, OCs and animals. I sew and craft a lot in my free time also

I speak Swedish and English fluently. And understand/ am choppy at german

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[eiseryn]

LEI'S BIRTHDAY!!!

September 17th is my OC, Lei's, birthday!!! so I had to really crunch and draw some art for her 😭😭😭 So busy nowadays.

Everyone say happy birthday to the bestest girl there is 😤😤😤 She deserves only the best (I love her so much 🥺🥺🥺) I really like how her outfit turned out! It's Chinese-inspired because she is half, after all. I really like the placement of the flowers and the vines but I will be honest that it's a CSP brush LOL. I love CSP brushes so much. The lotus hair accessories were kind of accidental, I had a flower crown originally but it didn't fit the aesthetic (they were roses). So thus these were born!

Her birthday is Sept 17 because I wanted an Autumn birthday for her and I wanted her to be a Virgo (astrological sign wise). It was either the 17th or 19th but I settled on the 17th cuz I thought it would suit her better (Vibes, I guess XD).

Since her campaign takes place in the Autumn, I imagine that at the end of her backstory, the night before she was arrested, she was enjoying drinks with Ceres and Elise! ;w; I'm guessing it's actually later in Autumn (Oct or Nov) and they just had difficulty scheduling since they're all doctors! For the sake of cuteness, I am going to headcanon Ceres is the one who set it up, since Lei set up something for Ceres' birthday (see Treasure Box of Memories bonus #1). This is extra painful cuz she was supposed to have a nice night with her friends (and then got too drunk LOL cuz she was frustrated with the project Prism put her on) AND THEN AFTER she got arrested and all the s*** happened to her 😭😭😭

Come to think of it, Vail (in that 1 phone call) stated he has a gift for her 👀👀 (implied it's a cat) There was no reason for him to get her gift (and she even said that BUT THE GUY HUNG UP BEFORE HE COULD ANSWER THE QUESTION) I am going to headcanon it's cuz it was her birthday (even though the DM/Keeper doesn't know this XD) If I'm high on delulu copium it's cuz you know 😳😳😳 maybe he's going to ask her out (sorry I'm always coping) but like why would he get her a gift? I don't understand 😔😔😔 Everyday I pray she lives so that I can find out all these things.

[lorna-d-m]

Chapter Four: Assigned Reading

Pairing: Laszlo Kreizler x fem!OC (Alice Greene)

Summary: Professor Laszlo Kreizler is a workaholic. Between teaching university courses, running the Kreizler Institute, and minding Stevie -his ward-, he does not have time for relationships. That is until he meets Ms. Greene, Stevie's English teacher, at open house. Can he open his heart to the possibility of love?

Word Count: 2,050

W: mentions of drinking, bullying

A/N: In hindsight, I should have combined this chapter with the previous since they're both a touch short. However, they're both setting up for something important. I'm sorry this took almost my entire summer to write. It seems I'm more productive when I'm busy, and when I'm free I can't get anything done lol.

previous chapter

Late September, marked by the paling of green leaves to yellow and cooler temperatures, also marked three weeks of school. By this point, students and teachers alike fell into routines and began new projects. Ms. Greene assigned a variety of short stories to her students, and they completed several assignments in preparation for a class discussion. 

Knowing her students as she did, she knew talking would be no difficulty for the discussion. Would they stay on topic? Of course not, but she could always guide them back to the matter at hand. Once or twice in the past week, she needed to nip conversations in the bud, and it troubled her. 

Being a teacher meant picking and choosing her battles. Alice did not remark on every student conversation of questionable nature she overheard. If she did, she would never have any time to teach. However, when she heard rude comments about another student or anything to incite concern, Ms. Greene stepped in. 

Twice she caught members of the football team picking on Stevie, and twice she intervened. As cliche, as it sounded, she spoke to her students about respecting their classmates. Additionally, she rearranged the seating to put Stevie as far from them as possible. The third time, she discreetly asked Stevie to stay a moment after class. 

After a few weeks of school, Alice knew Dr. Kreizler’s assurances of Stevie weren’t just words. She saw how Stevie did the reading with her own eyes, knew the answer when called upon, and showed up prepared for class. True, Stevie kept to himself, but he behaved well and had yet to be spotted in silent lunch or detention. Stevie deserved to be in her class without fear of being ridiculed.

“Who do you have during sixth period?” She kept an eye on her incoming students in the hallway. They knew to wait at the door if she was talking to a student.

Stevie shifted his textbooks and binder from his left side to his right. “Bio with Ms. Sussman, why?” 

Perfect! “If you finish your work early with Ms. Sussman,” Alice almost said Bitsy rather than her surname, “Ask her if she can write a pass for you to come to my room. We can talk more then.”

“Alright,” he shrugged, “I’ll see what I can do.” 

“Don’t worry if you don’t have time today. I’m sure we can work something out by the end of the week.” She bit back a laugh at her good luck. Ms. Sussman. “Now go, before I make you late for your next class.”

“Uh, thanks, Ms. Greene.” 

Stevie left, and Alice hoped he didn’t have to go across the school in a minute. She waved the rest of her students who stood awkwardly by the door in, and she rewinded her powerpoint for the day. At lunch, she could ask Bitsy what her students were doing in class to find out if Stevie would have time or not. If she was lecturing, no chance, but if they did individual practice, Stevie would likely finish before the end of class.

Stevie sat in Laszlo’s office at the Institute whenever he needed to focus on his work. More often than not, the good doctor himself was busy moving from student to student, room to room, to sit in his office. He urged Stevie to sit at his desk when he needed to work, but it weirded him out. Too stuffy and heavy. 

He liked to sit by the window instead. Whenever he got bored and needed a break, he could look outside. Sometimes, he could see the kids laughing and screaming on the playground. Occasionally, Kreizler would stroll around or sit on a bench, watching how they played and taking notes. Seeing him served as a reminder to study. 

Stevie propped his heavy English textbook against the windowsill and sighed. He finished his science work with some time left over, and Ms. Sussman wrote the note surprisingly quickly after he said it was for Ms. Greene. They spoke about the situation, but he didn’t know what else she could do. She spoke to them, she rearranged the seating, and Stevie really didn’t want her to go to the counselor or an administrator or anything.

Stevie didn’t want to cause or be involved in any problems. He knew he was labeled trouble from the beginning, and there was a chance no one but Ms. Greene would believe him. People were dicks, especially Coach Connor’s favorites on the football team. No one would take the word of a teenager with a rap sheet over the star quarterback.

His phone buzzed in his pocket, so he dog-eared the textbook page and closed it. He found a group to sit with at lunch, and they added him to their group chat. They liked video games, cars, and weirdly enough to Stevie, tabletop and board games. Some horror movie was supposed to come out this weekend, and they wanted to see the midnight premier. 

He talked to Kreizler about it in the car. He’d never had friends or midnight plans before, or at least not while he had a guardian who gave a shit about him, and he felt weird asking for permission. But the good doctor encouraged the plans, even offering to drive them to the theater and drop them off. Stevie told him he didn’t have to and there was no reason for him to mess up his plans and be out that late when Mike’s mom already offered to drive. 

Of course, Stevie wasn’t going to tell him that it wasn’t Mike’s mom driving but Mike with his brand new driver’s license, with a curfew and limits still imposed. However, Stevie knew Kreizler would be sound asleep and snoring well before he was due back home.

It was an unusual Saturday night; both Laszlo and Stevie had plans. Stevie left the house in a rush to grab dinner before a midnight movie premier, and Laszlo waved him off from the foyer. In his hurry out the door, he promised to text when they were on their way back. Laszlo was pleased Stevie made friends and plans. It sounded like despite a few troubles here and there, Stevie was settling into school. 

Laszlo had a standing reservation on the last Saturday of every month for a party of three at Delmonico’s. John, Sara, and himself found if they didn’t put their plans in their calendar, it was difficult to ever see each other.  Charlie Delmonico, owner and host, grew accustomed to Laszlo’s peculiarities. He knew to reserve a corner booth on the second floor, with blue walls rather than olive or crimson. Their conversations could take hours as each person discussed their busy lives at the university and the precinct, but they were fantastic tippers. Charlie never rushed them out of their table but instead made them feel welcome. 

Laszlo arrived at the table first and took advantage of their absence, ordering his favorite lingonberry schnapps. He perused the menu in peace, mentally deciding which wine to pair with which course and what dessert to save room for until John and Sara arrived. After several tumultuous years, including John’s misguided engagement with Violet, John and Sara finally decided to be together. They moved in together a few months back, enlisting Laszlo and Stevie to help them, and Laszlo awaited the proposal. Privately, he suspected rather than John going down on one knee, it would be Sara taking the lead. 

“Laszlo! Good to see you again.” John sat down across from him and grinned. “What a hectic month it’s been, so I can’t imagine what it’s been like for you.”

“How are you and how are Stevie?” Sara left the menu folded in front of her. She never strayed from her standard order and hardly glanced at the menu anymore.

“Good and good, I suppose.” Laszlo refolded his napkin and set it in his lap. “Stevie seems to be settling well. He’s made friends, and he’s actually out with them tonight seeing some horror movie.”

“Exciting! Good of the kid. High school goes by much easier with friends, eh Laszlo?” John playfully nudged him, and Laszlo avoided the touch.

Sara, however, caught everything. “Seems to be, you said seems to be. So, why isn’t he?” She stirred her drink with her straw.

Laszlo sighed and leaned back in the booth. “Stevie’s teacher mentioned he’s being heckled by some boys on the football team. He hasn’t said anything to me about it, but then again, he wouldn’t. I’m hoping she and I can discuss it at the conferences in a few weeks.”

“Good,” Sara commended, “problems such as this should be dealt with quickly before they spiral out of control.”

“Don’t think I didn’t see that sly smile, you old dog.” John could be exceedingly astute when it suited him. “She?”

Perhaps it was the schnapps he drank before they arrived, but Laszlo was glad John pressed the subject. While he typically avoided discussions of feelings or romance since Mary’s passing, he wanted to talk about Alice with his friends. Laszlo was of two minds about her. 

“She and I have had a few conversations, mostly over email, but some in person. Obviously, Stevie and school were our main talking points, but the conversation wandered a few times.” Sara noticed a blush creeping up on his cheeks. “I may have shown up a time or two in the afternoon with two coffees instead of one and discussed books with her, but I was waiting for Stevie to finish at his locker.”

“How scandalous,” Sara joked wryly. 

“Well, it could be.” Laszlo set his fork aside. He adored Delmonico’s, but he could not enjoy his meal when he was at an impasse. “That is why I have not done anything more drastic. She is Stevie’s teacher, and if we were to pursue a romantic relationship it would pose a serious ethical dilemma. Not to mention, I am at least a decade older than her.”

“Oh, Laszlo, you’re thinking with your head again instead of your heart.” Laszlo rolled his eyes. John and his hopeless optimism when it came to love. “You should go for it, and that’s not the wine talking. It’s been a long time since you’ve been in a relationship, unless you’ve been hiding anything else from us?” he teased. “It sounds like this teacher is interested in you, so instead of conveniently bringing coffee to her, ask her if she wants to go get coffee.”

“As for the age difference,” Sara took a sip of her sparkling water, “some women find it appealing. You will never know if you don’t try.” Sara herself was several years younger than John, so she spoke from experience. 

“If she says no, then you have your answer and can move on. No more emailing, no more talking, and it’ll only be awkward for the rest of the year.”

***

Laszlo checked the time and decided to call a cab rather than drive. He would still be home well before Stevie, and it was the safe decision given how much he drank at dinner. It would give him time to think, as well, about their advice. 

Ms. Greene was young and bubbly. He did not want to misconstrue kindness as flirtation or politeness for eagerness. How embarrassing it would be to make that mistake, red-faced and ashamed. Laszlo would never be able to face her again. 

No, Laszlo knew someone as lovely as her could not be interested in him. Not at his age, checking for gray hairs every time he trimmed his beard, or with his harsh reputation for terrifying students and dissecting minds. And, especially not with his baggage. Laszlo was not sure anyone interested in him would stay after learning more.

He rubbed his arm as if it were sore. It did not ache, but holding it brought him comfort. He yearned to be home, in his four-poster bed, with a bottle of Tylenol in hand. Laszlo knew he would be sound asleep before Stevie came home, but he knew he would be safe and smart. Or at least, he hoped. Stevie still vaped despite his best efforts to make him quit, but Laszlo couldn’t chastise him when he craved a cigarette.

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[katyspersonal]

I really feel like a Soulsb0rne protag is the only character I can actually be lol. Not the custom version, but the concept

- Strong sense of being guided by something / following it without question (I believe I told this story in a September, how finding star-shaped objects for me is equal to checking bonfires/cites of grace/etc)

- I am an absolute looser that was cast off the face of the world very, very long time ago and I am not supposed to be where I am right now considering everything that happened to me, I carried on because of the sense of something having 'called' me

- Everyone hostile towards me either keeps respawning or is ridiculously difficult to defeat, without help at least, but my friends tend to have the worst luck and be found broken for the reasons I have 0 control over..

- Identity difficulties; it feels like I am able to pick up literally any character as a kin or relate to every character, and yet not really be any of them for long enough. I've been trying to 'claim' a character for many years in many interests, but it feels like I am cursed with always being an OC, if not a self-insert xD (Similarly to how the protag can take armours, skills and weapons of any other NPCs but in the end they're not them)

- No matter how much experience I receive, none of this internalizes until I have a very long talk about it with a trusted friend (similarly to the level-up characters)

- I've met the person who already walked (and was broken by) the very same way I was only about to head towards.. When I've met him, I knew with my gut feeling that I was looking at my own future, even if I could not explain how it could be because of decage age and experience gap between us. And just like I felt, the very same harm that turned him That Way started to be inflicted on me. He gave me "This same thing happened to me years ago / this is why I no longer bother with [insert a demographic]" more times than I could count, and I to this day feel like there is no escape but to repeat his path and become just like him.. except my way is still not finished, and I have a chance to come out different and carry on the impossible way I guess? (Souls games tend to have a character that was on the same quest as the protag prior to game events, but it broke them. Vyke, Djura, Vеndrick....)

[tikvin]

Your OC whom I'm choosing to call HandyMan, cus Idk his real name, is fucking hot!! I'm sure people have asked this but did you have difficulty doing all his hands or are you one of the 1% who were blessed with always drawing perfect hands easy peasy?

His actual name would be quite untranslatable as it sounds like a horrific eldrich horror screech lol. but you can call him Hands.

And I wouldn't really say my drawings of hands are perfect tbh, but I did create him because I generally enjoy drawing hands, plus I wanted a character that would be a challenge and make me draw them more and improve. It does take me some effort to draw him every time, but Ivery much enjoy it nonetheless!

[aspenhearrt]

oc naming difficulties

so. my clans project features basically all of my warrior cats ocs that i've ever cared about. and in particular there is one that is giving me Troubles.

traditionally, his name is harepaw. he was born in shadowclan but found out that he was half-clan and moved to windclan (his father's clan) because he yearned for the desert, but also because his mother hated him.

however. i have another oc, harepounce, who is already established as one of windclan's medicine cats in the story. i don't allow cats in the same clan to have the same prefix, so one of them needs to be changed-- and harepounce has seniority, both in the world (as he's much older) and in real life (because he's been around as an oc for longer). so i need a new name for harepaw.

however.

he has always been called harepaw in my heart.

i don't know the tumblr of the person who did this art for me, but they went by Buzz at the time. i've had it for years, but harepaw is the one on the left. traditionally he's a little paler than that, too. if anyone has any ideas for what his name should be, hit me! however i'm going to make a list of prefixes that it cannot be

Yarrow, Beetle, Brindle, Cricket, Crow, Dust, Ember, Larkspur, Hare, Night, Thistle, Smew

(i'm not going to be using the name Smew- in the story, but his boyfriend pictured here is Smewpaw. Smewpaw isn't my OC so i'm not comfortable using him in my work, but I still don't want to name Harepaw 'Smew' lol)

i also tend to subscribe to more traditional "based on the coat color" names, so nothing about his eyes or general gangliness is preferred

OH YEAH. so LOTS of different types of names are available! ShadowClan lives along the beach so there's plenty of beachy names possible, WindClan lives in a desert, SkyClan on a mountain, ThunderClan in the forest, and RiverClan mostly in/on a lake

here's my boy's headshot

[sharkface-daydreams]

Freelunchers?

Freelunchers!! my little group of freelancer OCs that sit at the same lunch table. they're like 2nd/3rd string in terms of leaderboard stuff and not super competitive??

Anyway :) i like to think about them so I will share.

this is an old drawing and the lunch bunch now includes agent Indiana bc i wanted one with my state lol

Agent Rhode Island! Rhodey, Riri, known to his family as Ari. He's got a big role in my Yellow Church au as an undercover sim trooper, Private Duncan Argus, klutz extraordinare (this is on purpose) I think I've changed his specialty from stealth to more speed but i guess both can work

Agent Oregon, anime nerd and team mom. goes by Ori or J. 💚 he's often placed as lead on teams when they're sent out for missions. very good at keeping his head when missions get hairy but tends to nag about safety issues.

Agent Delaware, i think we talked about him earlier lol. used to be on explosives disposal squad before freelancer. he's fun :) and yes he requested to be Delaware because his name was already Del

endgame is Oregon/Rhodey/Del :3c they each have 2 hands

Hammy my girl!!! she's got extra storyline stuff too bc she goes awol when (season 10 spoilers) and eventually ends up working as a mercenary called Sabre. Friends call her 'Bee'. Her and Mint (↓) are banned from teaming up in video game tournaments bc they destroy everyone

Agent Arkansas, my other minty self insert guy.... he ends up captured on a mission where things go south and Oregon loses a leg, winds up with actual anti-unsc Insurrectionists and gets a good look at Freelancer program from the outside. ends up doing mercenary work too, code name Haze. he ends up looking like North when i draw him if I'm not careful 💀💀💀

Agent Indiana, Indy, "Annie" (not her real name) because she's a deadeye with a rifle, used to ruffle feathers at shooting competitions. she's the newest oc and i don't have a whole lot on her but there's an except from the counselor's notes:

Laid-back temperament, prone to solving disputes with her fists instead of words. Difficulty in self-expression seems to stem from a deep-seated exhaustion with being chronically misunderstood or misinterpreted.

she's chill if you don't fuck with her 💓

anyway those are my Freelunchers/OC Lunch bunch :) hehe ty for asking

i should really do more with them

[mossy-paws]

OHOHOHHHHH THIS IS FUN!!

🐟) I began drawing at around 4 years old, I only really got involved in digital art at around ~10-11?

🫧) I like both, I’m not too big of a fan of traditional *drawing* with pen or pencil, but I’ve always ADORED watercolors and painting. Digital art is my go-too though for sure

❄️) Around 2000x2500 or 2500x2500 pixels!

🌊) sometimes!! I wouldn’t call them warmup sketches but concept sketches I’ll do every once in a while… I RARELY sketch pieces out beforehand though and prefer to just skip the sketch phase all together

(the bonus’:)

💧) MMMMMMMMMM THIS REALLY JUST DEPENDS,,, i think probably front-facing views? Ive always had difficulties when it came to figuring out side profiles so YEAH LMAO

🌨️) varies on the piece but generally 4-9, I get stressed if I go over that amount :’DD

🪼) just stuff in hyperfixated in, I don’t generally enjoy drawing vent art or gore because it makes me feel worse (even though I do have a particular fondness for gore and horror content in art) so drawing either is a bleh, I’ll just draw whatever comes to mind!

💍) yeah 100%, honestly I think i draw my oc’s less the more i like them LMAO

🦋) Looking at my art GENERALLY I lean towards more warm colors, it’s not intentional though

🐬) J-pop for DAYS or podcasts like the Magnus archives, rslash, video game playthroughs, etc etc

🐳) drawn with my right hand :’D

🐋) trying to figure out what this means but. I think I probably enjoy drawing fur or feathers the most when it comes to lines

🫐) UHHH not really as much as I’d like if that makes sense? I do like my drawings when it comes to stuff like that but it’s INCREDIBLY inconsistent aesthetic-wise, if anything I would probably want to aim for a more studio ghibli-themed look to my art, I just struggle with anime styles- I am learning though :3!

🧊) no lol

✈️) way too much for my own good 💔… approximately 2-6 hours a day although it varies

💎) DEPENDS but generally night

🩵) My main art posting site is generally Twitter or @/mossypawsss ! My general tag for art though is @/mossy.paws :3

💙) I wish my art was more just,, better, I guess is the right word? I mean, I’m happy with it of course but I do wish I could do things like comics/animate/etc, I’ve just never been able to hold the motivation down for that long. I also just wish my art had a more whimsical feel too it, like landscapes/forests/natural stuffs

🧢) anatomy :’DD, most specifically arms and legs drive me INSANE, hands/heads/body/etc are fine, but figuring out positions for arms and legs is the most aggravating process ever

🐠) Someone in bogcom gave him chocolates to help sooth his cramps 😔🙏 (/ij /silly)

🌼Artist Ask meme!🌼

There’s probably a lotta these out there but I wanted to make one of my own! Hopefully these are fun<3 

Send an emoji for each question!

 🖍️ When did you start drawing? Do you remember?  

 ✏️ Do you prefer traditional art or digital to relax?   

📏 What’s your go-to canvas size?

☕ Do you do warmup sketches before drawing? (Bonus: do you have any to share?)

🙃 Which is easier: faces facing left, right, or front view?

📚 How many layers do you typically use?

🐻 Your go-to things to draw when you need comfort?

🎁 Do you prefer drawing fandom stuff or your own characters?

🌈 Do you use more warm or cold colors?

🎼 Your favorite music to draw to right now?

🙌 Draw a doodle with your non-dominant hand

📐 Whats your favorite kinds of lines to draw?

💐 Do your drawing suit your aesthetics?

🦋 Do your drawings resemble you?

✨ How often do you draw?

🌗 Is night or day better for drawing?

🍭 What’s your main art blog / what do you tag your art with?

🍀 You wish your art was more..(fill in the blank)

🌊 What’s the hardest thing for you to draw? 

🙊 Share your latest silly doodle with no context

[jjungkookislife]

I finally had the time to read Bad Decisions and I read it as soon as I woke up. This might look all over the place cause as I read the story, I wrote in My Notes the comments and reactions I had of the scenes so sorry ‘bout that 😅

i want to have MC and Jimin’s friendship where they are so close that she can just casually wax his junk when he asks. That’s real friendship right there. Love that lol 😂

Also, Spider 🥹 that sassy and bratty cutiepie but she loves Yoongi more which was sad yet hilarious but honetly, same 🤷‍♀️

The matching shirts 🥺 they’re like a whole-ass family 🥰 plus possible matching tattoos of their fur baby’s initials? 😩

Orange haired Yoongi 👀

These two were so adorable. They get along really well together, they were practically bf&gf by the time they became Spidey’s pur parents 🙄😂

AND MATCHING SWIMSUITS?!? So adorable 😩

Idk if I’m stupid or what but I’m having difficulty imagining this scene: “You turn to look at Yoongi but he’s engrossed in a conversation, his phone in a woman’s lap.” Is it like Yoongi holding his phone and that hand that is holding his phone, is on the woman’s lap? Cause idk why the phone would be on the woman’s lap. This isn’t really a big deal, I’m just curious 😂

Jikook flirting 🥴🤭🫣

Wait, forget my question above. I understood it now. He was showing them pics in his phone. Stupid me, this is why I should really shut up and finish reading first before having questions 🙄

Yoongi being so clueless when he practically was showing off pics of MC and their cat together with him looking like a happy family, like it’s completely normal for “just roommates” 😂 Both of them are ignorant fools, just date already 😤

Yoongi admitting he had feelings for her when he moved in or maybe even before that 🥺

I love how he is so casually just calling her princess. Cute 🥺

MC simping on how pretty Yoongi is and how soft and fluffy his hair looks. Same girl 😉 I also want to run my fingers through his hair 🫣

Spider ruining their moment 😂

Ah, I love this Jimin 🥰 he’s that type of chaotic bff that also loves to meddle especially since he knows that they both like each other but just won’t see it and that there won’t be any progress if he doesn’t do anything. He represents us readers who wants to just make them kiss already 😂

Long and Shaggy Black-haired Yoongi 🙃

Yoongi asking her on a date and being all shy and nervous about it 🥺

Yoongi’s visuals in this fic is just 🤤

Their date was so 😍 their interactions were so cute, can’t get enough of them ☺️

But then they went to the bar/club and things finally got more interesting 👀

The first kiss 🫣

FINALLY! The confessed 🥹😭

That “Always,” from Yoongi 🫠

And then there’s Spider, ruining the moment again cause she’s HUNGRY 😂

I love every moment when they finally did the deed. As always, it was both 🤤🥴😛 and 🫠🥺☺️ and I AM ABSOLUTELY IN LOVE WITH THEM 🥰 They just became part of my list of fav couples in your works too, man the list is getting long 😅

And the last part where Jimin walks in the apartment while they’re doing the nasty and takes her “cat niece” to get her away from there was so hilarious 😂 he was like, nope, this is not the kind of environment she should be in 🤣

All in all, this was an amazing read as always. I know I’ll never get disappointed with your writing. Good job in making me fall in love with your stories and its characters, AGAIN. And also, sorry if this is so chaotic cause I literally just woke up when I read this and honestly just wrote what I felt about the scenes 😂 I hope you didn’t overwork yourself with this one, take care always ☺️

Spoiler warnings for Bad Decisions!

I’m so glad you were able to read it so soon (ah as soon as you woke up!) 💜 ah Jimin and oc are something else lol I don’t think I could ever help someone wax 🤣

I love that you mentioned Spider being bratty bc she’s based off my cat lmao she’s a cutie but man she’s got an attitude and I love her for it but yes I am constantly fighting for her attention cause she loves my husband more 🥲

I think they’re next tattoos will be Spider’s paw print on their rib cage 😭 and orange haired Yoongi! I will never get over him 😭 and i totally brainstormed most of this at work and the matching swimsuits had to be included cause it gives couple vibes before they’re a couple and Yoongi was already so into her that he couldn’t say no and he didn’t want to say no bc everyone at the party would see they were matching like a COUPLE and know she was his 😭 (or assume at least and who’s he to correct them 👀)

No i totally get it! I reread it and I could have written that better lol but yeah he was showing everyone pictures of oc and spider when they’d stop to chat and they’d be like oh he’s taken 😅

Ah i live for the soft moments between them and of course jikook flirting at the party and Jimin being nosy. I think I project a lot onto Jimin just bc I’m nosy af and I like including myself that way 🤣

I’ve been working on this for months and every time Yoongi posted with his hair getting longer I just lost it and I HAD TO INCLUDE IT IN THE FIC plus cat!dad Yoongi dyeing his hair to match his kittys fur 😻

Yes! Him asking trying to be casual about it like ha it’s just dinner but if you say date I’m in lol im so bad at writing first dates or dates in general lmao but I tried to give them the best opportunity to kiss and get together and writing about the ride HOME and Yoongi’s hand on her thigh 😭😭😭😭

Lmao Spider ruining the moment is everything! She’s like hello, you’ve been gone for a few hours I require treats and attention and then she’ll sleep for twelve hours straight 🤣

I definitely think they’re one of my favorite couples know as well! They were fun to write for and I hope I can write a little drabble later on with Spider in it as well lol

Ah yes that was written before I even started the story. Another idea I had while at work lmao Jimin just coming over unannounced and lettting HIMSELF in bc what could they be doing lmao certainly not THAT lmao he was in shock! And he scooped his cat niece out of there 🏃🏻 I imagine Jimin would text oc and Yoongi once he gets home with a picture of Spider calling them nasty or maybe he sends a video of him baby talking to Spider saying “yeah your parents are nasty aren’t they, poor baby. You live here now” 🤣

Thank you so much! I always look forward to your reviews 💜 I’m so glad you enjoyed it and I hope you stay safe and get lots of rest 💜💜

[purrbangtann]

Salt and Vinegar.

Yandere!Photographer!Jk x Victim!oc

A whump type story, I still can’t grasp the trope correctly but whatever lol.

Warnings: Angst, mention of ED, Jk is cuckoo, reader gets fed glass, non-con touching (not sexual), reader gets punished, some blood, crying.

Disclaimer: I do not believe nor claim that any of the BTS members engage in such activities! This is pure imagination, for entertainment purposes only. I do not advocate for such behavior nor do I tolerate it!!!

3..2..1! 🏁

———-

Afternoon,

Jk messily swatched the red lipstick all around her lips, Aiday looked at him.

He put it on with such precision and dedication to put it everywhere except for her lips.

“I don’t think that’s where it goes.” She said as he traced it along her cheek.

Jungkook looked up, “Sure it does.” He reassured.

He pulled away the designer lipstick from her face and smiled.

“So beautiful.” He commented.

Aiday looked away from him.

Jungkook frowned, “What’s wrong?” He asked.

Aiday shrugged, “You only call it beautiful because it covers my face.” She muttered.

Jungkook pulled away and glared at her, if looks could kill Aiday would’ve been dead already.

“Don’t you ever say that again.”

Aiday pursed her lips and kept her gaze down as his voice vibrated through her skull, “Sorry.” She apologized.

He hummed in response, his mood turned dark. “If I knew you’d say such stupid things I would’ve cut your tongue out already.” He whispered to himself.

——- Evening, dinner time, same day.

“….you haven’t ate for a while.” Jungkook said.

Aiday stood up, “hm.” She hummed.

She didn’t say too much, but the expression on her face said, I wonder who’s fault that is.

The plate had creamy peas and mashed potatoes on it, soft foods.

She lost her appetite for two whole days, if she were to eat hard foods I’d go right back out.

Jungkook stood on the other side of the table, waiting for her to sit down.

Aiday slowly walked towards the chair he had pulled out for her in advance.

“Thank you.” She quietly thanked.

Jungkook waved his hand in dismissal as he sat down.

She sat down and picked up the plastic child fork, she could feel her spit pool under her tongue at the smell.

Not hesitating anymore she scooped and took a bite of the potatoes.

She chewed, but something was wrong.

Terribly wrong.

The crunch that resonated in her skull was accompanied by a certain stinging all over pharynx. (Inside the mouth, part of throat)

It didn’t make sense until she tasted a metallic liquid pooling in her mouth.

What did he put in her food?

Aiday quickly spat out her food, a pained expression following quick after.

“It hurts.” She commented as blood drooled down her chin.

Jungkook pursed his lips and leant back, “I bet it does.” He calmly replied.

The glass shards were suddenly distinctive from the rest of the food on her plate, shining like expensive jewelry.

The hemoptysic blood spilled all over her white shirt, despite Aiday not having swallowed any of the food.

Jungkook observed it with slight dissatisfaction, must all his punishments be so abstract? But this punishment wasn’t for him to enjoy, No not at all,

it was for Aiday to hurt.

A lot.

“….My tongue is swollen.” Aiday said

Aiday pursed her lips in pain.

Jungkook stood up from his seat and walked to the other side of the table, he cupped her face with a firm hand. Forcing her lips into a pout.

“Open.” He ordered.

Aiday stuck out her red tongue with great difficulty.

“Aigo…that must hurt.” He whispered.

Jungkook was saying words of such care, meanwhile his eyes were cold and empty, and his expression was shallow.

Aiday’s eyes widened as she saw him pull out a small salt cellar which he obviously was planning on dumping the contents of in her mouth so the cuts would sting even more.

She was getting better at predicting him.

She gripped onto his wrist out of reflex, “Nuh unh.” She refused.

Jungkook’s left eyebrow rose in irritability, “Let go of my wrist.” He softly said.

Aiday gulped but didn’t show any will of her loosening her grip.

“Come on, you know I can do way worse…Right?” He whispered.

Aiday didn’t move a single inch again, this time there was no telling if it was catatonic or not.

Jungkook is way stronger than Aiday.

Then why doesn’t he just break free from her grip? Easy.

Predator studying his prey.

“Do you see this finger? If I move it, the cellar will open and dump all its contents on you…and that’ll hurt a lot, I’m just going to put a little bit if you let go, Aiday.”

Aiday glanced at the salt cellar in his hand, he was right and there was only one logical thing to do, right?

Jungkook followed her gaze and nodded.

She let go.

“Finally.” Jungkook said in relief.

He tipped the cellar open, but what came out wasn’t salt.

It was vinegar.

As the liquid got dumped down her throat, Aiday’s head jerked away out of reflex.

Jungkook let go of her face and stood back, intensely studying the girl yelling and crying out of pain. (And not forgetting to take few sickening pictures of her ofc).

She scratched her throat and cheek profusely in frustration.

She sobbed and choked, the sole movement of her vocal cords hurt way more than it was supposed to.

He sighed, “Come on now..” he said as he walked towards her.

Aidan’s vision was blurred as she was curled up into a fetus position on the floor, until Jungkook easily picked her up and pressed her against himself.

“Now now…” he comforted.

Aiday gripped onto his black shirt while unwillingly sobbing against his chest.

Aiday panted and stopped crying, Jungkook loosened his suffocating grip on her and crouched down, letting them be on the same level.

“That’ll learn you to talk for useful purposes only. Right?” He asked.

Aiday nodded, she could see Jungkook’s eyes darken at the lack of words, he hated it.

“…Yes.” Aiday squeaked out.

A smile appeared on his face,

“That’ll be the last time today, hm? I’ll let you rest baby.” He cooed while gently wiping her tears away.

It was disgusting how he just switched up after torturing her like that, and his loving eyes were enough to turn a stomach around.

He picked her up bridal style and carried her out of the room for the first time in months.

“It’ll burn for a while, so you’ll remember it better.” He hummed.

The rest of the house was pretty dark, all windows had bars on the outside and the doors that she could see were shut with wood, metal, you name it.

Aiday was way too tired to move, she unwillingly let Jungkook carry her wherever.

They entered another bedroom and he layed Aiday down on the large bed.

It was without doubt not Jungkook’s room though, unless he had time to change rooms in the little time he spent without Aiday.

All that crying really exhausted her.

The barely awake girl turned her head, meeting the scene of Jungkook carefully tucking her in.

Jungkook looked up, and there it was.

That soft look he always hid.

His doe eyes were focused on Aiday,

It wasn’t that sharp look that calculated and analyzed every single movement she had.

But the one you’d read about in romance books, fairytales and fables.

After a few seconds that felt like eternity he looked away and stood up.

“Aiday.” He called.

Aiday didn’t turn around or even bothered to move.

“I know I drained you today…I just can’t tolerate for what’s mine to be insulted.” He explained.

Aiday pursed her lips as she felt the bed shift from the additional weight the male put on it.

He placed his fingers on the top of Aiday’s head, he pressed them a bit deep and moved them around her head.

At first it hurt a bit but Aiday soon found it to be comforting, she was getting less conscious by the minute.

“You’ll understand..even if you don’t want to admit it at times…I’m doing this for your best.” He softly said.

The words he spoke entered Aiday’s head but at the moment she couldn’t make out the words yet, all her attention went to the special treatment her scalp was getting.

“I want you to see yourself the way I see you Aiday, then you’d understand…a beauty like you can’t go to waste because of others. Neither because of itself.” He explained.

“Right?” He asked.

Aiday hummed, her eyes were heavy.

If Aiday was perfectly conscious she would have shifted in discomfort at the sound of those words he had just said, but luck wasn’t on her side as she got put in a trance, a trance she’d have a hard time escaping.

———-

This is so going to become a saga😭

/————

Résumé;

Basically when Aiday said that Jungkook only called her beautiful when her face was covered with something, he took it to a offense since she was basically saying that he didn’t find her beautiful.

So he made her mouth bleed for saying such things.🤩 it’s the PurrBangtan version of getting your mouth washed out with soap because you said a swear word.

The rest that is unclear, can be answered in the comments!

[icequeenbae]

Lost and Found | BBH [pt.1]

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Continued in: Stay the Night (m) [pt.2]

Fluff, angst, newdad!Baek, falling out, exes to ???, sfw  future smut? not in this one tho

Warnings: they have a history, there’s a cute baby involved (I promise I have fics without babies too lol), a brief mention of the OC having a non-Asian appearance

Word Count: ~3.3k

Summary: Baekhyun bumps into you while dropping his friend’s niece off in daycare. It’s been almost three years since you’d disappeared, so you definitely have a lot to catch up on. Especially because your carefully maintained secret is now out…

© Please do not copy/ post on other platforms without permission.

Author’s Note: Finally!! Button pressed! It’s out! Thank you guys for being patient, my life has been a mess lately (and getting worse by the day), so I was too stressed to finish anything. But hopefully I’ll be able to post more soon^^ This one is my second sfw, I think, so I hope more audiences can enjoy it! With this fic I wanted to tell a complicated story without really laying it all out. I hope it doesn’t feel too rushed. There will be a continuation if you guys are interested (I know I was curious to peek into their future relationship...), so as always keep me posted! Your messages always cheer me up, so... love💞💞💞

Masterlist

Network tags: @superm-net  @exo-writers-net​  @bbh-net​​

It wasn’t quite early, but your son was so sleepy you had to carry the little drooling angel all the way from your car. A mother’s heart wouldn’t allow you to wake him up just yet, another precious minute of snoozing granted.

He was still so tiny in your arms. Quite heavy, yes, and pretty grown for his age, but also a minuscule bundle of happiness. Your son was your life – the two of you against the world. It was almost heartbreaking that you had no means of spending more time with him than you did. Daycare was your only option since dropping any of your jobs would result in you lacking funds to provide the appropriate quality of life for your little one. And you were not willing to compromise. You wanted him well-fed, dressed in fitting clothes (and lord do they grow out of those fast), and playing with all kinds of development-inducing toys. Not to mention how alert you were to his health… Couldn’t afford to have an empty account in case he needed a checkup. It was imperative that he came first, and it was your job as his parent to see to his well-being.

That didn’t mean that you were invincible though. Getting drained and overworked regularly, you had to make the necessary adjustments. It got much easier after you decided to stop breastfeeding a few months ago since this type of logistics was too hard to pull off while maintaining an office job. Yet the decision only became the added weight on your shoulders. As a new mom, you had no idea whether you were doing everything right. In fact, you were pretty sure you weren’t. But you had no resources to actually study the art of raising a child, and he wasn’t exactly planned (loved to the moon and back, nonetheless!), so you were just relying on your instincts, the internet, and any advice you could get along the way.

As expected, your maternal instinct soon kicked in, urging you to slow down and find ways to spend more time with your baby. So, after a while, you settled with a part-time office job (at least for now) and took small gigs like remote tutoring and online translations in order to spend more time at home with Hyunwoo.

But whenever you looked at your precious boy, so peaceful, with his plump sugar cheek pressing to your chest as he snuffled cutely, tiny hand holding onto your necklace, all of your problems evaporated. Because in those moments you realized that he held all of the meaning in your life. And your heart filled with warmth, while the inner strength and determination to overcome the difficulties rekindled.

Kissing the top of his fluffy head, you called him gently, walking into the elevator.

‘Hyunwoo-yah, it’s time to wake up,’ you slightly shook his shoulder, and he grunted in displeasure. ‘Come on, puppy, don’t you want mommy to say goodbye and give you a ppoppo?’

He stirred in your arms, and you chuckled. Since a very tender age, your son had proven to be very fond of your affection. And you were no stranger to using that to get him to do something.

‘Don’t you want to give me a kiss? And then you can go play with your friends,’ you definitely made him interested, because the grunting intensified.

As you walked out of the elevator, you asked, ‘Can you show mommy the prettiest eyes in the world? I really want to see.’

It was a little game you were playing ever so often. You always told Hyunwoo how beautiful his eyes were, ever since his mixed heritage came into the picture. He did look a lot like his father, almost painfully so, and you knew he might have questions later on. Having an unusual for Korea non-Asian appearance, you were used to attracting quite a lot of attention. And it wasn’t long until your child noticed too, especially since people were complimenting your ‘big eyes’ and ‘high nose’ left and right.

However, a few weeks ago, when you were enjoying your Sunday walk with your son, a little girl in the park stopped right in front of you and stared. Her apologetic mother, in an attempt to laugh it off, told you it was peculiar to meet someone with such big beautiful eyes. The situation itself was quite uncomfortable, and you weren’t a psychologist, but you were sure one of two things happened. Either your boy, who was right there, felt neglected (being used to the attention and compliments of strangers directed at him most of the time), or… He had his first identity crisis.

It wasn’t a question before, and you realized children didn’t really give such concepts any thought unless someone nudged them to, but that evening he looked at his reflection in every glassy surface or mirror there was. He finally noticed. And while the difference wasn’t as vast as it would probably be in the future, he was aware of it through other people’s behavior. And maybe because he was very attached to you (his only parent), this idea of him being different was scary.

Were you prepared for a two-year-old to have such a problem? Not in a million years. But a mother’s heart was the only thing you needed to guide him through it. That was when you first showed him a picture.

It wasn’t new or up-to-date, you didn’t want to look for anything recent to avoid seeing something you didn’t want to see. But one picture was enough to soothe a child’s curiosity for the time being. You didn’t want to deceive him by showing someone else, but you also didn’t want him to hold on too much to this image. It was possibly a bigger struggle for you than it was for your son.

‘It’s true that you don’t look exactly like mommy, rice cake,’ you paused, showing him the promised photo. ‘You have your daddy’s eyes. The most beautiful in the world, see? One and the same.’

Hyunwoo stared at the picture for a long while. Finding a lot of familiar features in the man’s face, he finally let go of his fear.

‘My eyes pretty as mommy?’

‘Of course. Even prettier than mommy’s,’ you cooed, and he giggled, wrapping his tiny arms around your neck.

So, you took it upon yourself to remind him of that often.

‘We’re almost there, are you going to show mommy who has the prettiest eyes? Is that Mrs Kim? Or maybe your friend Yeji?’ You teased him, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to resist.

‘No! It’s Hyunwoo!’

He blinked with a grumpy expression on his puffy face, not at all satisfied with your words.

‘Oh, you’re right. Hyunwoo’s eyes are the pre-e-etiest in the entire world,’ you agreed with a knowing face. ‘So pretty that he gets mommy’s kiss on the nose!’

You smooched the tiny button nose before quickly announcing, ‘And his cheeks!’ pressing multiple kisses to his now laughing face.

‘Are you going to be a good boy? We’re going to say hi to Mrs Kim, and then mommy is going, okay, puppy?’

As usual, he said no, clinging to your neck. You had to spend an extra minute in the hallway, convincing him to behave. When he finally agreed to let you go until evening, someone ran past – a man in a raincoat and a girl who seemed in a hurry to get to the daycare – and entered the door in front of you.

‘See? Your friends are probably waiting already, so let’s go in,’ you tickled him lightly, renewing his fit of giggles, and opened the door.

‘You’re a lifesaver! Thanks for bringing her in, I wouldn’t have been able to pick her up on time!’

‘It’s nothing. She was as well-behaved as Junmyeon told me.’ The man you just caught a glimpse of in the hallway laughed. ‘I haven’t been in the outskirts of Seoul for a while, it reminds me of my hometown. Almost felt nostalgic while driving here!’

That voice. And that laugh.

You stopped in your tracks, muscles suddenly tensing from shock. How was this even possible?

Holding your boy close, you stood there, frozen in stupor, almost scared to make a sound. You couldn’t do it. There was no other choice but to run. Trying to back away slowly, you only had a chance to take one step before Mrs Kim noticed you.

‘Oh, Y/N! I see you’re bringing our little puppy a bit late today!’

You swallowed. The man in front of you turned to glance in your direction as the childcare worker approached.

‘Uh- He is still sleepy in the mornings from the cold he had last week. Maybe I shouldn’t leave him here yet,’ you blurted, ready to be on your way.

‘He isn’t warm or fussy. You mentioned his temperature was fine since a few days ago, all symptoms cleared?’

You nodded reluctantly, evading the other adult in the room.

‘Well then, there’s nothing to worry about! I’ll be extra careful with him and will update you if needed,’ she opened her arms to take him from you.

Backing out now would be… too weird.

‘Okay, pup, I’ll pick you up in a few hours. Be the best boy for mommy, okay?’

‘Yes! Ppoppo!’ He demanded instantly.

You smooched him before allowing Mrs Kim to take him away to the playroom.

And then you saw him.

It wasn’t your eyesight or your hearing playing tricks on you. This was unquestionably him. And he was now standing there, two strides away, looking at the door through which your son was just taken. Meanwhile, your mind was racing. What could you say? Was there a plausible explanation? An excuse? What was he even doing here? He couldn’t have had a child of that age, was he bringing someone else’s in?

While you were contemplating whether asking him something was better than simply vanishing out of his sight, he turned back to you.

Pierced by his direct gaze, you instantly swirled around and disappeared in the doorway. It was only a couple of seconds before you heard him calling after you.

‘Y/N! Wait!’

The damn elevator wasn’t coming no matter how many times you pushed that button, and you were sure an attempt to use the stairs wouldn’t end well with how weak your knees were at that moment.

‘Stop!’ He grabbed you by the forearm, forcing you to face him. ‘What the hell are you doing?’

‘Nothing. I’m in a hurry, so please excus-’

‘Are you serious?’ He huffed, incredulous. ‘You’re just going to walk away?’

Avoiding his face, you looked at his collar, nodding. Anything to not see his eyes. Anything to not enhance the worry in your gut. Anything to not feel the painful clench in your chest.

‘Your son-’ You closed your eyes at the question you were dreading the most. ‘How old is he?’

Suddenly sensing how your lips quivered, you pursed them, refusing to answer.

‘How old is he, Y/N?’ He squeezed your shoulders. ‘You must tell me.’

‘He’s two,’ you whimpered, blinking away the treacherous tears. ‘He’s two.’

You heard him exhale, still holding onto you when the elevator doors opened and closed behind you. While your opponent looked profoundly shaken, you became defensive.

‘He’s mine, Baekhyun. You have your own, so don’t even think about taking mine away.’

He looked at you in confusion, and you almost faltered, meeting his wide eyes with a stubborn stare. But you knew what it was like in Korea. Generally speaking, children were a part of the man’s family. And with how little you were making compared to him… Chances you could win an actual legal battle and retain custody of your boy were quite slim. So you stood your ground with all the courage you could gather at that moment.

‘What?’

‘You heard me! He’s my son, and you will have nothing to do with him. So go back to raising your kids with your wife.’

‘Y/N-’

‘If you try anything, I swear- I will- I will-’ you attempted to come up with something menacing, but your stupid tears of terror kept clouding your vision and your sane mind. ‘He’s mine! I won’t let you take him!’ You shoved Baekhyun in the chest, but it didn’t affect him.

In fact, instead of moving away, he stepped closer, pulling you into a tight hug. You wanted to scream and writhe and get away, but he squeezed you tight and sighed in your ear.

‘Thank god I finally found you.’

You were tapping on your coffee mug nervously, feeling vulnerable under the scrutiny of his curious eyes.

‘What?’ You snapped, and he stumbled out of his thoughts.

‘Oh, sorry. You just… look different,’ he cleared his throat. ‘I missed you.’

‘Stop it,’ you clenched the mug in your palms, struggling to warm them up. ‘I’m not falling for this.’

‘I know why you’re like this. But-’

‘But what? You expect me to just fall into your arms as if your whole ‘marriage with children’ didn’t happen?!’

Thankfully, the coffee shop was almost empty at this hour, so no one really paid attention to your quarrel.

‘You seriously don’t know...? Y/N, there was no marriage.’

Eyes shot up to his again.

‘What? You didn’t- I thought you didn’t want to be a man who gets a woman pregnant and doesn’t-’

‘Right. But had you stuck around, you would’ve learned that I couldn’t just marry a stranger because of a single careless night. And when I informed her of that, it… turned out that I wasn’t so careless.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘I told her I’ll be supporting the child after the clinic of my choosing runs a DNA test. It was then brought to my attention that she was pregnant since before we even- So, the child wasn’t mine.’

You searched his face for clues. He seemed sincere, yet you struggled to believe his words. Possibly because of how damn thoughtless and hot-headed it would’ve made you out to be if he was honest. If you ran while there was no actual reason to do so.

‘Um- So, you’re saying that your one-night stand lied about you getting her pregnant... Meanwhile, the girlfriend you got after that hookup was actually the one who got knocked up?’

‘You now admit that I was the one who knocked you up?’

‘I admit no such thing,’ you quipped, getting angry at your slip.

‘But you just said-’

‘Baekhyun.’

‘Okay.’

He was sulking now.

The way your son did every time he didn’t get his way. The similarities between them were unambiguous. And while you didn’t get to date Baekhyun for more than a few months, you’d spent almost three years with your son. You knew what his tantrums were like from when he was still in your belly till this morning. This… was all too familiar.

‘How do I know that you’re telling the truth?’ You asked, unsure of how you should proceed with the discussion.

‘I- Seriously? Were you living under a rock this entire time?’ He backtracked, catching your glare. ‘Sorry… I just mean- I even mentioned looking for you in one of my interviews. My last solo comeback was revolving around ‘searching for the lover I’d lost’. Every song was about you, and you- didn’t even know.’

He sounded a bit disappointed. As if he expected that you’d at least get his messages, let alone respond, and you didn’t even grace him with that.

‘I was- trying to stay away.’ You shuddered, locking your hands anxiously in front of you. ‘I didn’t even know that I was pregnant when I ran away. Figuring it out on the move was pretty damn hard, you know?’

‘No, I don’t. But I want to. I want to know everything about you and- our boy,’ he reached out to slowly take your hand between his and hummed. ‘Hands always cold, just as I remember.’

You didn’t pull away. For a minute or two, you just sat there silently, his fingers touching yours slowly. Tenderly. As if all of those long years didn’t fly by between the last time you saw each other and right now.

There was, however, an important question you needed to voice.

‘You’re really not going to take him away from me?’ You asked in a tiny voice, looking down at his warm hands that covered yours.

‘Y/N… Is that what you think of me? I don’t want to separate you from your child.’ You exhaled in relief. ‘I want you both.’

Stunned by his confession, you tore your eyes from your now entangled fingers and managed to articulate, ‘You want… us?’

To your surprise, Baekhyun nodded as if it was obvious.

‘But- don’t you have… some kind of life? It’s been almost three years, you must be-’

‘Y/N,’ he sighed, squeezing your hands. ‘I know that we weren’t together for years and decades, but it wasn’t a couple weeks either. I can only speak for myself, but to me… you felt like family. You’re my person. That’s just how it is. And now we have a son, too.’

You swallowed a lump sitting in your throat.

‘I’ll probably give you hell for running and hiding from me for three damn years but I’m too happy for that right now.’ You chuckled timidly at the statement.

His words sounded earnest and sincere, and the fearful heaviness in your chest began to ease. Baekhyun hadn’t changed. You knew that from the brief interaction you’d had, and your gut was confirming that. He was still someone you could trust. And however scared you were of this new development… you wanted to trust him.

‘I can’t just ask you to pretend that these years apart didn’t happen or didn’t change us, but… I’m asking you to give me a chance and let me back into your life. Just allow me to be there for you and…?’

‘Hyunwoo,’ you whispered.

‘…and our Hyunwoo,’ he finished, voice almost seeping honey when he tasted his son’s name for the first time.

You nodded, the balminess of his hands enveloping your fingers, warming your entire being up.

‘Tell me everything about him. No, actually, start from the day you walked out. Tell me everything about both of you.’

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Stay the Night (m) [pt.2]

A/N: Thank you for reading~~ I hope you enjoyed this shortie ☺ Don’t forget to comment, reblog or drop in my asks to let me know what you think! I appreciate your feedback💜💜💜 And you know where to find more of my stories -> My Masterlist ✨

[duelingdestiny]

Welcome to DuelingDestiny

Hello everyone and thank you for checking out my blog! Below is Atem’s about. Malice’s about and the rules will be linked.  About Atem: 

After losing to Yugi in the ceremonial duel, Atem found himself in the monotony of exactly the things he detested most: Being Pharaoh. One day, Atem is bothered by the sounds of someone pleading for their lives followed by a blood curdling scream. It is then he decides then he needs to return to the living world in order to aid whoever it is. He is fairly certain this is something that is going to happen in the future and not something that has already happened. He decides that he will do whatever it takes to aid the person who has called out to him, no matter the cost.  But what a cost it is... While is he granted the chance to return, it is not without difficulty, and it will come with a price. Anubis warns him of this before he starts The Trials: Three brutalizing tests to measure if Atem is strong enough to return to the Land of the Living. He passes, only just barely escaping with his soul, and is allowed to return. But the way is not for the faint of heart. Washed up on the docks shivering and alone, Atem finally finds himself in domino again. As part of the deal with Anubis, the God of the underworld tell Atem he will set him up with everything he needs, including identification. Anubis cryptically tell Atem it’s the least he could do for what Atem has done for him.  Atem now lives in a ostentatious flat and is trying his best to live his new life, but…he hasn’t tried to find anyone. He’s too afraid.

He has no idea who he heard cry out in the night, but he knows he needs to find out and help them…before it’s too late. The price of leaving the Afterlife was nothing he expected. Anubis gave an ominous warning about unending darkness, but Atem was not prepared for what that meant. Now, living with Malice, a spirit he is all too familiar with, Atem is avoiding people at all costs. He wants to keep his friends safe, and if that means hiding from them, so be it.

RULES

ABOUT MALICE

RP WISH LIST

So, I’ve noticed that I don’t have enough people to rp with. I wanted to just toss out there some characters I would love to have Atem interact with. I saw these going around awhile back and I thought it was a great way to get info out to the fandom.

ANYONE IS FINE. I LOVE RPING WITH ANYONE!!!

This is just some characters that I know will have good plot and character development with Atem:

Malik

Yami Malik

Yami Bakura/ Thief King

literally any Kaiba ever.

Jou/ Joey

Mahad

Priest Set

Other Atems

ALL THE MAGICANS

I would love to get some of these characters interacting with Atem so if you’d like to rp one of these with me give this a like. Multi-muses are ALWAYS more than welcome and even if we have a thead, if you rp a different muse I don’t mind starting a new thread! Also I am crossover friendly as long as your character is animated. I am also OC friendly as long as your OC has a back round I can read, and they fit will with Atem’s storyline.

SHIPPING INFO

I love to ship people with Atem. My main rule is I will only ship with you if Atem and your character has chemistry. I don’t do pre-established relationships because I believe half the fun is getting there lol. That being said, there are definitely ships me and him gravitate towards more than others. I thought I would list them for everyone so they knew what chance they have with my loser boy. I will NEVER EVER force a ship on you. If you feel like I am red light my ass. I don’t want anyone to feel uncomfortable. On the other had, dude if you want to talk about shipping I am there for it all day every day. 

Here are the ships me and Atem tend to lean towards:

Prideshipping (Atem x Kaiba)

Darkshipping (Atem x Yami Bakura)

Casteshipping (Atem x Thief King)

Mnemoshipping (Atem x Malik)

Clashshipping (Atem x Yami Malik)

ANY SHIP WITH MAGICIANS.

Dragonshipping: (Atem x Jou)

Even if your character is not on this list as long as they’ve got chemistry I will ship with you in a heart beat. I will give any ship a try and some of the best ships I ever had I would have never thought about. *coughs* fateshipping *cough*. Also I’m down for crossover ships and duplicate ships. 

[lilxberry]

Getaway B-Day B.J. - Montgomery ‘Monty’ De La Cruz*

Requested By: @vintagemac94

Thank you so much I don’t mind the wait it’s totally cool🌸. I was thinking Monty x Oc (female) Oc goes out of her way to plan a super romantic getaway for Monty’s birthday to make him feel extra special since he never had that growing up due to his childhood.

 P.s I’m not opposed to smut just saying lol🤷🏻‍♀️but I’m giving you complete creative freedom to decide whether you want to add that or not it’s your choice😘.

I didn’t do a full smutty thing but I feel like it works better like this. I hope this is what you were looking for and I apologise if it hadn’t met what you had wanted.

Also, it wasn’t really an OC since I don’t really write them. I even plan on editing works what I have written as OC’s to reader inserts, just to make things more inclusive for everyone. There wasn’t detailed descriptions of appearance within this and I certainly hadn’t added a scenario where the readers name would be said but I just thought I would clear up that it indeed wasn’t an x OC

Warnings: Language. Semi SMUT (since it was only a blowie *wink wonk*). Alludes to SMUT. A singular mention of Bryce (I mean, c’mon).

Words: 2,983

Pairings: Montgomery ‘Monty’ De La Cruz x reader (female reader)

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The sun casts a warm glow, bathing the room in a soft morning orange hue, illuminating your sleeping boyfriends’ figure, highlighting those sharp features that just seem so much softer as he rests. Short, relaxed puffs of air pass through his parted lips and his chest rises and falls in a calm even manner.

A smile works its way on to your face as you admire Monty in such peace and serenity. You bring your small, dainty hand up and run it along his face, gently brushing over his cheek, jaw and bottom lip that’s pouted. Slowly working along his brows and forehead, a soft grunt forces your smile to widen uncontrollably.

His eyes flutter open, his lashes kissing his cheeks each time. With much difficulty, he manages to keep one eye lazily open, gazing at you as he squints at the light that seems all too bright for someone who is only just rousing from their slumber.

A dazed smile forms across his own lips and his chest rumbles with a chuckle. “Morning,” he grumbled, voiced still laced with sleep causing his tone to be deeper. You bit your plump bottom lip just thinking of how you could listen to that voice all day.

“Good morning, birthday boy,” you cheerily replied. His chest vibrated with a chuckle once more before closing his eye and wrapping him arm around your waist, pulling you in closer and pushing his face into your hair, placing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

You hummed in contentment as you buried your face within his chest, enjoying the warmth radiating from his body. You stayed like that, wrapped up in each other, legs entangled for many more minutes before deciding to finally starting your weekend surprise for your boyfriend.

“Monty,” you cooed softly. “We gotta get up.”

Monty groaned in protest, tighten his hold on you causing you to chuckle at his childish antics. “C’mon baby, we gotta go.”

With an overdramatic huff, he released his hold on you and turned to lie on his back, throwing his left arm over his face, covering his eyes. “I thought it was my birthday. Why do we have to get out of bed, baby?” You could practically already hear the remark he’s about to say that will no doubt be accompanied by a smirk. “I know plenty of reasons to stay put.”

You shook your head and chuckled as you slapped his chest playfully. “You are insatiable.” Clambering out of bed, you already miss the warmth it provided as you made your way into the bathroom, adding an extra sway to your hips, knowing full well Monty was watching you.

“Get up or we’re going to be late for what I have planned,” you called out to him from the bathroom as you tore your, more specifically Monty’s, t-shirt off, leaving you in nothing but your underwear. Before he could retort back or ask what on Earth you had planned, you speak once more. “We still have time to shower though, if you’d like to join me,” you sung out in a sweet melody.

You heard him throw the sheets off of his body, some fumbling around, a loud thump which was followed by him cursing ‘fuck’ and rushed footsteps, causing you to giggle. He arrived in the bathroom faster than a greyhound whippet and was hasty in slamming the door shut and locking it behind him.

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“How didn’t I notice a load of my clothes were missing?” Monty hollered from where he was loading up the two bags you had packed for the weekend into the trunk. His face was absolutely comical, full of confusion yet showing that he had actually been quite impressed.

You shook your head as you checked over once more that you had everything on you before closing and locking the front door to your house. “Because the only things you ever actually care to take notice of are butts, boobs, booze and baseball,” came your snarky remark.

Closing the trunk, he turned to you with the most innocent looking expression he could muster and begins to take tantalisingly slow steps towards you where he eventually places his hands upon your hips. “Only your butt and boobs though, babe.”

You snorted and pushed at his chest, walking around him to climb into the drivers’ seat of the blue Toyota Camry. Before you could place your behind on to the comfortable car seat, you heard a resounding ‘SMACK’ and felt a stinging sensation on your left ass cheek.

“OW!” you shouted, only resulting in Monty throwing his head back in hysterics as he rounds the car to get inside himself. You shake your head although the small smile that dances across your lips in enough to give away that you were anything but upset with him.

Closing the door once fully sat down, you pull your seatbelt over your torso and secure it before placing the keys into the ignition and turning to start the car. Monty had already made himself quite comfortable with the window fully rolled down and the Bluetooth of the car connect to his phone where he scrolls through his Spotify, debating which of the many songs will be blasted through the speakers first.

Releasing the handbrake and pushing down on the acceleration, you begin the 3-hour long drive to your destination where you’ll spend 3 blissful days away with your boyfriend.

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About 2 minutes away from your destination, you had told Monty to close his eyes and to keep them as so until you said. Driving along, you could feel how the road had changed from smooth tarmac to a more coarse, natural trail.

Passing the final cluster of trees and emerging to right in front of where you had booked for you and Monty for the weekend, you slowed to a stop, pulling up the handbrake and turning the keys, removing them from the ignition.

“Psst, you can open them now,” your teasing whisper caused his eyes to shoot open, only for them to widen a moment later at what sat a few feet in front of you both.

A beautiful, modern wooden lodge surrounded by dense woods. It was surprisingly large, even for something that was described as small. The tenant you had rented it off had claimed that everything in and surrounding the gorgeous, homely location was at your dispense and can be used however you see fit, including the shimmering, clear lake that was a simple 9 minute walk from the lodge itself.

“I, uh, I don’t understand.” You could see the confusion on his features and his gaze alternated between you and the getaway home.

“It’s ours for the weekend, baby. Do you like it?” You bit your lip in anticipation, desperately wanting him to be happy with what you had done for him.

He nodded as he searched for words, stuttering. “I-I don’t…Why?”

“I wanted to treat you on your birthday. Plus, I get a whole weekend with you to myself so, I suppose I also treated myself.” Your smile was just as breath-taking as the lodge, he thought. In a blink of an eye, he leaned over the centre console and crashed his lips to yours, causing you to hum in appreciation.

“God, I love you,” he breathlessly whispered.

“Good, ‘cause I love you, too.”

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You both were now unpacking, putting clothes away for the weekend and what food you had packed was now stored within the kitchen and large pantry along with whatever food was left for you to utilise from the tenant.

Seeing as you had been together for a solid 2 and a half years, you knew that Monty had a lack of attention and affection when it had involved not only his everyday life, but his birthday. Of course, his friends such as Bryce always had insisted on throwing him parties, massive ragers with an unsavoury amount of alcohol and an abundance of people in attendance.

But this year, you wanted it to be more meaningful, more special. You wanted your boyfriend to truly understand how important he is to you and how much you love him, although, nothing could ever actually amount to how much you do love him.

Plus, you promised Bryce and the others that they could have him for the whole weekend after, which Bryce had surprisingly agreed to quickly.

As you were folding away the last item of clothing, you felt arms snake around your waist from behind causing you to jump ever so slightly before relaxing in your boyfriends embrace. He chuckled as he buried his nose into the crook of your neck, occasionally pecking your shoulder with soft kisses.

“I never thought I’d say this but,” he started, lowering his voice to a playfully seductive whisper as he brought his lips up beside your ear. “You make doing laundry look so fucking sexy.”

You laughed as you placed the now folded t-shirt into the draw and push it close before turning whilst still in his hold, raising your hands to place them against his broad, chiselled, sun-kissed chest that’s hidden beneath a dark grey t-shirt. “Oh yeah? Just wait ‘til you see me make the bed.”

He chuckled once more, the deep sound exciting you more than it should before pulling you flush against his towering form and slowly melding his lips against yours, the speaker you had connected to earlier that was within the room quietly continues playing your music from one of your many playlists on Spotify.

Unsurprisingly, the kiss had quickly become deep and more needy. You right hand stayed firm planted upon his pec, nails slightly digging into his flesh causing him to his. You left hand had travelled upwards and began to run through his hair, tugging on it slightly as your nails occasionally rake over his scalp in a satisfying motion.

Him, on the other hand, hand allowed him to wander down over your hips, caressing the small of your back and finally finish at your round behind, firmly grasping and kneading at it, forcing you to moan wantonly which was muffled by his mouth on yours.

Your heads tilt in opposite directions, allowing the kiss to be deepened. A firm, harsh slap to your right cheek made you gasp, Monty taking that as the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue in, swirling it around yours, resulting in more moans to emit from you.

In a quick motion, Monty lowered his hands down to the back of your thighs, swiftly raising you up, your legs quickly wrapping around his waist as he walks forward, eventually setting you down atop the mahogany draws.

Separating from the kiss for a brief moment, he swiftly removed your top, leaving you in just your shorts and lace trimmed bra, your mounds now on display. Monty quick you a few more quick kisses before trailing his lips across your jaw and down to your neck, sucking at biting harshly as the soft skin that’s showcased, lapping up the areas after once satisfied with the marks he’s left, soothing the ache slightly.

Moments pass by where he continues his assault on your neck which is now littered with fresh love bites, the bright red marks that will soon transform into deep purple bruising. Once again, he moves further down and begins to ravage the mounds of flesh that isn’t covered by your bra, repeating the same actions he had done to your neck. Making quick work of unclipping your bra, the material shifts from covering your breasts, straps sliding down your arms, exposing your perked nipples to the chilled air.

Mouth forming an O shape, moans carelessly escape you, your eyes shut tight, and head thrown back. You tug at the hem of his t-shirt, signifying that you want it gone. He quickly complies, detaching himself from you again to pull it up and over his body, haphazardly throwing it to the side. You used that time separated to allow the bra to completely slip off of your arms and let it fall to the ground.

He moves back to reconnect his lips to yours, his hips rutting against your own as his hands explore every inch of exposed skin. Your left hand is back within his hair, tugging roughly as your right claws down his back causing him to groan.

Your violent, passionate, lustful kiss finally ended and all you could do was breath heavily, chest heaving, as were his. “Bed,” you rasped out. Monty, needing no further prompts, yanked you up with brute strength and dragging you over to the comfier set of furniture within the room.

Before reaching the freshly made bed, you pulled at his arm, turning him to face you before kissing him roughly once more, one hand grasping his cock through his jeans as the other begins to work on his belt and zipper. Walking him backwards, the back of his knees soon meets the edge of the mattress, forcing his to fall back and land on his back.

Just as he was about to sit up, you pushed him backwards whilst you tutted at him with a seductive, playful smirk. “Now, now, birthday boy. Time for another present.”

His eyes clouded over with lust, his eyes became lidded, and a primal groan erupted from him. Popping the buttons of your shorts, you hooked your thumbs into the waistband and began to glide the material over your hips, bum, and thighs at an antagonising pace. Once lowered enough, you release them and allow them to pool at the floor around your feet, leaving you in nothing but the lace trimmed underwear that matched your bra.

You step towards him, leaving your shorts forgotten on the floor behind you and lower yourself to your knees between his spread, jean clad legs. You slide your hands along the expanse of his thighs, dragging your nails to withdraw another groan from him. Finally reaching the waistband of his own bottoms, you grip and tug feverously, Monty lifting his lips to assist you in removing both his jeans and boxers in one swift motion.

The moment his hardened dick sprang free from its confinements and slapped against his lower stomach, he sighed in relief, his eyes fluttering close as he falls back on to the bed, legs still hung over the edge.

Grasping it within your smaller, smooth hand, you give it a few gentle tugs before kitten licking the swollen head of his cock. Monty raises himself to lean back on his elbows and observe you, breathing slightly ragged, sheets loosely balled up in his fists.

Feeling you’ve teased him quite enough, you slowly begin to take him in your mouth, inch by inch until you reach the base of his cock, the tip of your nose touching his pubic area. He grunts as you pull away, only to take him all once again. And again. You repeat the action at a steady pace as one hand rests atop his thigh for stability and the other occasionally grasping his balls for added stimulation before slowly building up momentum, his dick sliding in and out of your warm, wet mouth and hitting the back of your throat.

“That’s it, baby,” he lustfully growls as one hand comes up to fist your hair in his firm grip. You hum around his length in appreciation, sending a pleasurable vibration to his dick causing him to buck up into your mouth and tighten his grip on the sheets beside him. “Fuck.”

All too soon, your pace becomes unrelenting, chasing after his climax with vigour, eager to make him cum. Sinful sounds come from where his dick slides in and out pass your lips, your saliva coating his cock.

At this point, Monty’s heavily breathing and constantly groaning and grunting in pleasure, his hips jerking upwards, forcing you to take as much of him as you can. A few more thrusts into your sweet mouth nearly does the trick, but it’s the moment that his eyes lock with your own with your lips wrapped around him perfectly, taking him so well that finally pushes him over the edge, falling back against the mattress as his body tenses and his hips continue to thrust upwards.

You continue to suck, drawing out his orgasm and milking him dry, sending him into a state of pure euphoria. You finally release his slowly softening dick with a satisfying pop, wiping the small amount of saliva and cum that had escaped and dribbled down your chin away.

Crawling up, you straddle his hips and lay your body atop of his, giving him sweet, tender kisses along the underside of his jaw. His eyes is still closed as he finally comes down from his climax, regulating his breathing once more. “How’re you feeling baby?”

“Fucking amazing,” he breathlessly replies, cracking open his eyes slightly and giving you a lazy grin as he looks up to you now that you’ve lifted yourself to look at his flushed face.

You smile down at him, bringing your one hand up to cup his cheek and caress his cheekbone with your thumb. “Good,” you whisper against his lips before planting a slow, love filled kiss to them.

He seemed to have quickly regained his stamina during the short amount of time you both laid there as he quickly ensnares you with his arms around your waist. You look down towards him with a raised eyebrow and he grins wolfishly. “Time for my next present, baby.”

With that, he flips the two of you over eliciting a squeal of excitement and anticipation from, him now hovering over you. He nips at your neck and growls deeply causing girlish giggles to escape from you. And to think, that was only within the first hour of your weekend getaway for Montys’ birthday.

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I haven’t written for 13RW in so long

It feels even crazier that I had a request for it lmao

There isn’t much to say on this honestly

I just went with the flow, even if that flow be a bit choppy, yanno

Also, this is like the 4th request I’ve posted in the last 3 days and I’m absolutely shocked

If you’d like to be added to a taglist lemme know

Anywho, I hope you enjoyed

As always, constructive criticism and requests are welcomed and greatly appreciated :D