#i was debating on what colors i should choose

[roiistarr]

Poorly colored Kinito

I tried to make him look like an it worker lmao

[tidal-chaos]

i have no idea if this will reach the target audience but...

for any introject whose source characters eye color was ambiguous in canon, either intentionally or otherwise, what color did you get introjected with? was it a seemingly random color? was it a color your& headmate(s) headcanoned your source to have? was it a color with significance to you(&)? or did your& brain short circuit and decide to give you an entirely non-canon and entirely bonkers set of eyes?

mine was the last one. my source character is notorious in the fandom for never having their eyes consistently described, as in, they would be blue on one page and then called yellow two pages later. so clearly i would have rainbow eyes that look like theyre melting on my face. obviously. (/lh /s)

[teamred]

so contagious

✩‌ logan howlett/wolverine x reader | fluff | smut | 2.8k

SUMMARY | following the kissing from your movie night, logan takes you out on a proper date, while you take him back to your place afterwards. // part two of any other way

WARNINGS | smut, breastplay, oral s*x (female receiving), piv s*x, unprotected s*x // this is 70% fluff - 30% smut!

RATING | explicit

NOTES | i didn't intend to make a part two, but so many of you loved it, i had to give it a shot! this one is from logan's perspective. yes, i know this logan is a bit ooc, but, in my head, this takes place some time after worst!logan enters wade's universe and he's softened up. please leave some love if you enjoy it!

Logan has absolutely no idea what he's doing.

Standing in front of the living room mirror, he debates if he should choose the pale blue plaid shirt he's currently wearing or one of his brown ones instead. But if he chooses the latter, it'd be too similar to the one he wore when you saw him yesterday. 

Overthinking isn't his style, and yet here he is, obsessing over something as trivial as his shirt color. It’s been decades since he’s been on a proper date, maybe even ever.

“Well, don't you look handsome,” Wade cuts through his thoughts with a grin and folded arms, peeling himself away from the kitchen door frame. He saunters over, reaching out to touch Logan’s hair, only for the larger man to shove him away immediately. 

“Not now, Wade.”  

Wade sniffs his hand dramatically. “Oh, my God–you even used hair product! This is so exciting. It's like witnessing a teenager on his first date. I feel like your mom!”

“Well, Mom,” Logan refocuses on the mirror, fixing the mess Wade made of his hair, “you can fuck off.” 

Wade points a finger at him with mock sternness. “Hey, watch your language, young man.” 

Then, to Logan’s surprise, Wade grows momentarily quiet as he stands next to him, both facing the mirror. “Also, the blue shirt’s the better choice.” 

“Yeah?” Logan quirks an eyebrow, glancing over at the brown plaid shirts laid out on the couch. 

“Yeah,” replies Wade softly, and Logan catches a genuine smile in the mirror. The heartfelt moment doesn’t last long though when Wade claps him on the back. “And don’t be so nervous, Wolvie. You already went to second base with her last night. The deal’s pretty much sealed.” 

Logan scowls. “I’m not nervous.” 

“Mm-hmm. You say that, but you’re being even more testy than usual. Dare I blame it on the hormones?” Suddenly, he plants a quick kiss on Logan’s cheek.

“What the fuck?!” 

Logan recoils, then almost lunges at him instinctively. However, Wade’s already retreating and walking backwards, making a beeline to his bedroom with a wave of his hand. 

“Be back by curfew, sweetie! But text me if you’ll be out late, or if you need anything. Some snacks, some condoms—” 

“Wade!” he growls, his patience wearing thin. 

Wade blows an air kiss, disappearing into his room. “Love ya! And you got this!” 

Logan mumbles to himself, “Yeah, I sure hope so.”  

Turning to the mirror for one final check, he adjusts his collar and straightens his shirt. His phone vibrates on the living room table and he reads the incoming texts from Laura: 

- hey sorry for the late reply - but if you haven’t gone out already, i prefer the blue over the brown - not that it matters though - she’ll find you handsome either way - don’t worry! it’ll go well :) 

Logan nods, reassured by Laura’s texts. It’s just a date with someone he’s already known for a little while; it’s not like a blind date or anything. He can do this. 

With one last look in the mirror to check his hair and beard, he grabs his keys and wallet, slings his dark brown leather jacket over his shoulder, and heads out the door.

Logan pulls up in front of your apartment complex and gives you a quick call to let you know he’s here. When you step out of the building, his eyes can’t help but sweep over you—fitted jeans hugging your curves, an off-the-shoulder top that shows just enough, and that stunning smile that lights up your face.

He notices you checking him out too. Realizing that his hair might be messy, he quickly combs his fingers through it as you stroll over. 

“Long time, no see,” you joke, referencing how you saw him just yesterday.

“Hey, gorgeous,” Logan greets, trying to sound more relaxed than he feels. He holds a helmet out to you, but catches how his grip is more tense than usual. “You ready for a ride?” 

You nod, eyes sparkling with excitement. As he steps away from his bike to help you with the helmet, he finds it endearing how you lift your chin and pout a little, making it easier for him to secure the straps. He hopes his touch isn’t too rough, but when your eyes meet his and you smile up at him, he knows he must be doing something right.

With his hands so close to your face, his mind flashes to how he palmed your cheeks and neck last night as he kissed you deeply. It’s presumptuous, but he hopes for a repeat tonight. 

Once you hop on the bike behind him and wrap your arms snugly around his waist, he revels in the warmth of your body against his. As he weaves through the city streets, he occasionally glances back to make sure you’re comfortable. 

Logan thinks to himself how good this feels, to ride around freely with someone he cares for by his side. It’s been awhile since he’s let someone get this close to him… 

Maybe he could get used to this. 

Eventually, he pulls up at an old diner he’s grown fond of across town. The place gives him a sense of nostalgia, a reminder of simpler times (and, even though he tries not to think of it, it also brings back memories of that one time with Wade in the Void).

He offered to take you here because it’s familiar, cozy, and he didn’t want to overthink this date with reservations to some high-end restaurant.

Walking across the mostly empty restaurant, a waitress leads you both to a window booth, where you sit across from each other.

At first, there’s a bit of awkwardness—Logan recommends what’s good on the menu, and you take a moment to decide what to order. His foot taps on the floor as he peeks over the menu, sitting in the silence uncomfortably. 

But once the waitress takes your orders, conversation flows more easily, just like it normally does at Wade’s get-togethers.

You check in with how Laura’s doing, if he and Wade have been on any more assignments recently, and how his motorcycle is running since he fixed it last. 

Logan’s grateful you’re leading the conversation and asking questions; it’s always been easier for him to listen than to talk. 

But he’s putting in effort tonight—he takes it upon himself to know about your life outside of work, if you’ve been reading anything lately, and how you felt about the ride over to the diner.

“A little scary, but it was fun!” you grin, resting your chin in your palm. “I’m just glad it’s you driving it. Like I said yesterday, I always feel comfortable and safe around you, Logan.” 

As your foot brushes against his under the table, Logan’s gaze meets yours. You flash him a shy smile, and before he can think twice, his foot instinctively strokes yours in return. A flicker of doubt crosses his mind—Is this the kind of thing people do on dates?—but your soft giggles melt away his hesitation. The lighthearted game continues until the arrival of your food.

You dig into your food, and a random thought crosses your mind. “Have you ever used your claws to cut your food?” 

Logan pauses mid-bite, his expression caught somewhere between surprise and amusement. “You know, in all of my two-hundred years of living, I’ve never really thought to try it.” 

“Probably ‘cause you always have a knife around,” you say. 

“Probably,” he smirks. With a glint in his eyes, he unsheathes his claws and the sound makes you jump slightly in your seat. 

“Whoa,” you whisper, eyes widening in awe. Logan realizes you’ve never seen them before. Slowly, he extends his hand, the blades gleaming under the diner lights. 

“Go ahead,” says Logan softly. “Just be careful.” 

You reach out carefully, your fingers grazing the cool, polished metal. You’re both unusually quiet, your attention fully on each other.

Once you pull away, he turns back to his plate with a slight grin. “Okay, let’s see how this goes.”

With surprising finesse, he slices through his burger using his claws, the action both impressive and a little absurd to witness. 

You burst into laughter, the sound contagious as he joins in. “Logan, I think you need to stop before you break the plate.” 

He chuckles, retracting his claws and grabbing a sliced up chunk of his burger. “Yeah, probably a good idea. At least we know the answer to that question now.”

As you move on to dessert, you savor a slice of cheesecake while Logan indulges in a slice of apple pie with a scoop of vanilla ice cream. When he’s almost done, Logan takes a slow lick off his spoon and catches you staring at him. 

“What’s on your mind, beautiful?” he asks with a playful smile, raising an eyebrow as he takes another bite of pie.

You scarf down the last few bites of your cheesecake before answering. 

“Okay, I have to ask—” you lower your voice and lean in across the table “—can you actually smell how horny someone is?”

Logan freezes mid-chew, remembering what happened yesterday before you left.

“Fucking Wade…” he mutters, shaking his head. After a beat, he sighs. “Do I really have to answer that question?”

You gasp, covering your mouth with both hands. “Oh, my God, you totally can…” 

All Logan gives you is a brief laugh and a shake of his head. He fishes for his wallet, tosses some cash onto the table, and then stands up with a grin. “C’mon, gorgeous. Let’s get outta here.”

As he pulls you to your feet, you ask half suspiciously and half in jest, “Are you saying that because you can smell something or…?” 

“Maybe, maybe not...” he teases. He grabs your hand, fingers intertwining with yours, and leads you to the door. “Either way, let’s head out. C’mon.” 

As you step outside and Logan helps you with your helmet again, you look up at him with a different look this time than before—one that signifies that the night’s only beginning. 

As you fumble with your keys in front of your apartment door, Logan steps in from behind and grips one side of your waist. He leans in, pulling you close, and kisses the crook in your neck. You inhale sharply, losing focus as you melt into his touch. 

After you finally manage to unlock the door, Logan quickly shuts the door behind him before he presses you up against the wall. Initially, you share an intense kiss, but it soon becomes fervent and open-mouthed. Rough edges of his beard even brush against your lips at some points. 

Both parties quickly kick off their shoes. He peels off his leather jacket and aids you with yours. Still lip-locked, he then lifts you up and has you wrap your legs around his waist; his evident desire presses against your body. 

Logan drags your top off, his heated kisses trailing from your mouth, to your neck, and down to your clavicle. His mouth leaves love upon your breasts before he pushes your strapless bra down. You gasp as his push is so rough, the bra merely snaps off and falls away towards the floor.

But Logan doesn’t stop—he hones his attention towards your hardened tips, sucking and nipping with a fervor that makes him lose himself in you.

The moans that fill your entryway only drive him crazy further, along with your fingers tugging at his hair tightly. His hands are needy, kneading your other breast with a blend of tender and strength. After a moment, he pulls back, gently setting your legs back onto the floor.

He kisses his way down from your breasts to your stomach, dropping to his knees in front of you. Logan blinks up at you as he helps unbutton your jeans, pulling them and your panties off and tossing them aside. The sight of you, completely bare and vulnerable, only heightens his desire.

He kisses your inner thigh, his breath hot against your skin as he moves towards your core. The scent of your arousal is unmistakable and intoxicating, but it’s the way your body reacts to him that drives him wild. Lifting one of your legs over his shoulders, he dives in without hesitation, his tongue exploring your wetness.

His tongue skillfully works over your most sensitive areas, each touch and flick of his tongue sending waves of pleasure through you. Logan is so immersed in the moment, he feels like he's freefalling, lost in the intensity of it all.

The need to be inside you drives him to a point of near frenzy, his own body responding with instinctive thrusts. Each lick and suck against your folds is fuelled by both the need to make you feel good and to be desperately inside of you.

“Logan, Logan—” 

You shatter and unravel for him, jerking your hips against his mouth. He holds you still, securing your orgasm rides out fully. Once you do, he stands up and kisses you gently, intermingling your taste with his tongue.

Dazed, you hook your fingers with a couple of his and lead him towards your bedroom. You lay yourself on the bed first, while he watches you as he strips his shirt and tank top. He sees the inflamed hunger in your eyes at the sight of his entirety. 

Crawling over to you on the bed, his hands roam your body, caressing you passionately before the next part. When he finally undoes his jeans and belts and throws them aside, he looks at you intently. 

“Do you have—?”  

You shush him with a finger, whispering, “Just get inside me, Logan.” 

A smirk spreads across his face as he aligns himself with your slit, teasing you slightly before sliding in. Being inside you draws out a low groan from him, while you throw your head back and expel a long moan.

When you finally acclimatize to his girth, he starts to thrust slowly and kisses you throughout. It’s so easy for him to lose control, to get this over and done with, but he wants to make sure it feels good for you as it does for him. 

But it doesn’t help when your hands dig into his back and your walls clench harder around him. 

“Faster, please,” you beg. 

He checks in with a smug grin, cocking his head slightly. “You sure, gorgeous?” 

You nod breathlessly, “Please, Logan.” 

And that’s enough to make him lose all restraint. He picks up the pace, his movements becoming more intense and primal. His thumb circles your clit, and the combination of his hard thrusts and gentle touch brings you over the edge in unison. He ensures you’re satisfied first before he pulls out and marks you with his release. 

Panting, he catches his breath, and grazes the back of his knuckles against your thigh. Logan turns to look at you. “You ready for round two, beautiful?” 

You laugh with disbelief and exhilaration. “Wait, round two alr—?” 

Logan cuts you off with a deep kiss, his grin wide and satisfied. He feels you smiling into his kiss, your excitement matching his own. 

Oh yeah—he definitely could get used to this.

EPILOGUE — ONE WEEK LATER 

Back at Wade, Logan, and Blind Al’s apartment during another weekend get-together, you’re seated next to Logan at the dining room table, caught up in a quiet conversation with him amidst the animated chaos around you. 

Suddenly, Wade appears behind you, throwing his arms around you both and playfully squishing you together.

“Say ‘thank you, Mommy Wade for our beautiful dating life and we wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you and I’m gonna name our kid after you and—’” 

“What the hell is happening?” you cut in, looking at your new boyfriend. 

“Just ignore him, baby,” Logan groans, shaking his head. 

“Already using terms of endearment? Y’all move fast,” Wade quips. “And is that any way to treat the person who got you two lovebirds together?” 

“Hey, I helped too,” Laura interjects from Logan’s side.

Wade waves her off dismissively. “Yeah, yeah. You might’ve mentioned something here and there, but I saw the vision, and not Wanda’s, might I add.” 

“I’m not gonna call you ‘Mommy Wade,’ but I will thank you.” You lean over and give him a quick peck on the cheek. He gasps theatrically and ruffles your hair with exaggerated affection. Times like these remind you why Wade has always been one of your closest friends. 

“Well,” says Wade, as he steps back to return to his seat, “at least one of you appreciates Cupid Wade’s handiwork.”

Later, while you’re chatting with Yukio and Ellie, you notice out of the corner of your eye Logan and Wade exchanging glances across the room. Logan gives Wade a small, grateful nod. 

“Thank you, Wade,” Logan mouths, his expression soft and sincere. 

“Anytime, Wolvie,” Wade mouths back with a wink, raising his beer in a mock toast. 

You catch Logan’s eye, and both of you share a smile that speaks more than words ever could.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Notes: Plot Method

The Save the Cat! Beat Sheet was originally developed by Blake Snyder to help screenwriters plot movies, but it works just as well with novels.

It breaks down the 3-act structure into small, specific sections (sometimes just one scene long).

Each section pushes your story forward in its own way.

The exact word count/page count of each section depends on how long your novel is and what type of story you’re telling, but you can use the colored chart below and the percentages in the instructions as a guide. 

Context Note: This method is based on the concept of the Three Act Structure, which is an inherently Western approach to plot. It can be a useful way to tell a story, but it is by no means the only one.

ACT 1

Opening Image (0-1%)

Show a “before” snapshot of your protagonist and their world.

What is life like before the adventure begins?

It represents the struggle & tone of the story.

Set-up (1-10%)

Expand on the “before” snapshot.

Explore your protagonist’s life, including the internal flaws and external challenges they’ll have to overcome in order to change for the better by the end of the story.

Present the main character’s world as it is, and what is missing in their life.

Also introduce important supporting characters.

Theme Stated (happens during the Set-up)

What your story is about; the message, the truth.

Usually, it is spoken to the main character or in their presence, but they don’t understand the truth/lesson…not until later, when they have some personal experience and context to support it.

Thus, include a scene where a character says something that hints at what the protagonist’s big life lesson will be - how they’ll have to change and grow by the end of the story.

Catalyst (10%)

The moment where life as it is changes.

Examples: It is the telegram, the act of catching your loved-one cheating, allowing a monster onboard the ship, meeting the true love of your life, etc.

There’s no going back to the “before” world from here… What is the inciting incident that pushes the protagonist into the next phase of the story?

Debate (11-20%)

But change is scary and for a moment, or a brief number of moments, the main character doubts the journey they must take.

Show the protagonist questioning themselves and resisting the path ahead - wondering whether they have what it takes, or whether or they should just run home and hide under the bed.

“Should I just…?” “I really shouldn’t because…” “But what about…” Can I face this challenge? Do I have what it takes? Should I go at all?

It is the last chance for the hero to chicken out.

ACT 2

Break Into 2 (20%; Choosing Act Two)

The main character makes a choice and the journey begins.

We leave the “Thesis” world and enter the upside-down, opposite world of Act 2.

They make the choice to begin their adventure/transformation/journey/new thing.

Show your protagonist deciding to plunge into Act 2.

The Promise of the Premise (21-50%)

This is when the reader thinks “Ah, now we’re getting to the good stuff they hinted at on the back cover of this book!”

It’s also one of the longest sections in your book.

Show your protagonist getting used to their new world - loving it, hating it, making mistakes or doing well, meeting new people (see more below) and keeping the reader entertained.

This is when the main character explores the new world and the audience is entertained by the premise they have been promised.

B Story (happens during The Promise of the Premise)

This is when there’s a discussion about the Theme – the nugget of truth.

Usually, this discussion is between the main character and the love interest.

So, the B Story is usually called the “love story”.

Introduce a new character or characters who will eventually help the protagonist learn their life lesson.

Friends? Mentors? Love interests? Nemeses (nemesi?)? Who are they? How will they help?

Midpoint (50%)

This moment is when everything seems “great” or everything seems “awful,” depending on your story.

The main character either gets everything they think they want (“great”) or doesn’t get what they think they want at all (“awful”).

Either the Fun and Games section has lead to a false victory for your protagonist (they think they’ve been doing great so far) or a false defeat (they’ve been having a hard time so far).

What happens in this moment, halfway between beginning and end?

But not everything we think we want is what we actually need in the end.

Bad Guys Close In (51-75%)

Get ready for a bumpy ride. If your Midpoint was a false victory, now things start to go wrong for your protagonist.

If the Midpoint was a false defeat, well, things seem to be looking up, but the bad guys are getting closer and will have something to say.

Note: Bad guys can be actual physical enemies, but they can also be emotional enemies, like doubt or jealousy or fear.

Doubt, jealousy, fear, foes both physical and emotional regroup to defeat the main character’s goal, and the main character’s “great”/“awful” situation disintegrates.

Show the protagonist’s newly-built world beginning to unravel.

This will also be one of the longer sections in your novel.

All is Lost (75%)

This is when something happens to make your character hit rock bottom.

It’s the absolute lowest part of your novel.

Maybe someone or something dies (either literally or figuratively).

The initial goal now looks even more impossible than before. And here, something or someone dies.

It can be physical or emotional, but the death of something old makes way for something new to be born.

What does this moment look like for your protagonist?

Dark Night of the Soul (76-80%)

Your protagonist now has time to react to their “All is lost” moment, to mourn what they lost and wallow in hopelessness.

They’re worse off than they were at the beginning of the novel.

Show how low things have gotten.

Mourning the loss of what has “died” – the dream, the goal, the mentor character, the love of your life, etc.

But, you must fall completely before you can pick yourself back up and try again.

ACT 3

Break Into 3 (80%; Choosing Act Three)

The “aha!” moment; the “lift yourself up and try again” moment.

Show the protagonist realizing what they need to do in order to tackle their problems, both external and internal.

Thanks to a fresh idea, new inspiration, or last-minute Thematic advice from the B Story (usually the love interest), the main character chooses to try again.

Finale (81-99%)

The protagonist does what they decided to do in the Break Intro 3 beat, and (because of all the learning/growing they’ve done and the support or insight from the B Story), their plan works.

This time around, the main character incorporates the Theme – the nugget of truth that now makes sense to them – into their fight for the goal because they have experience from the A Story and context from the B Story.

The Bad Guys are defeated, the world is changed for the better.

What are the battles? How will the protagonist triumph (or not)?

This is another longer section, so you’ve got the space to make things dramatic and intense.

Act Three is about Synthesis.

Final Image (99-100%)

This is the opposite of the Opening Image, the “after” snapshot instead of the “before.”

Show the reader how the protagonist and their world have changed.

THE END

Sources: 1 2 ⚜ Writing Notes & References

[vagabond-umlaut]

summer collapsed into fall

summary: gojo satoru has no favourite colour. he feels no need nor interest to have one, either. pairing: gojo satoru x reader [unspecified gender] tags: slight undertones of teacher-student relationship BUT there is NO ACTUAL romance between them; can this be called pining? idk; character study like fic of our sweetest satoru *cries* he deserves sm better; fluff but with a mild serving of angst; wc 0.8k notes: fic title inspired by a quote by oscar wilde; fic inspired by this lovely post i saw on pinterest; jjk isn't mine; loosely related to 'you make my heart flutter and fibrillate'; tumblr hates me using dividers hence the new fic format ^_^

satoru doesn't really have a favourite colour.

it's never quite crossed his mind. and even if it has, he has never seen it to be important enough to allow it be anything more than a passing thought, a meaningless thought---it is not like his life will be impeded should he not have a favourite colour, nor is anyone ever going to ask him what it is, so why bother?

but now, as you peer up at him expectantly, having already listed your top five favourite colours and why you love them so, satoru wishes he did bother back then.

he decides to feign confusion.

"what?"

"what what?" you shoot back, eager gaze not wavering one bit, "i just told you my favourite colours; aren't you gonna tell me yours? it's fine even if you have just one, sensei."

but is it fine if he has none?

throwing his watch a quick glance, he turns back to you. then exhales a quiet sigh, tired but the farthest from annoyed, when he sees you're still waiting for his reply... shutting the bus window beside, he turns to lean against it, shifting to face you properly.

and sighs, decidedly noisier this time, "this isn't the type of questions one asks their teacher, y'know? they are too casual, meant more for a friend than for a teacher."

"you got to be the last guy to lecture me about etiquette, sensei," you retort without missing a beat, huffing a quiet, amused laugh.

"and after the time i had to bring you to ieiri-san after you passed out from drinking a bit too much: i guess we're a bit more than a teacher and a student, aren't we, sensei?"

not really... no.

while satoru believes your first point to be a debatable topic, he does not think the two of you are anything but a teacher and a student, no matter how much help you extended to him or will in the future---it's not like he isn't grateful, though. he is; he really, really is---it's just his belief that few acts of kindness do not necessarily cause a friendship between people, and he intends to tell you this very clearly---

but finds he cannot. he simply cannot.

not when you say, still so eager but with an undercurrent so achingly soft that even the strongest wonders if he can handle its weight: "i'm not that bad a friend, y'know---you can ask others if you want; they'll tell you i'm a good friend, not the best but a decent one---"

"why don't you guess what's my favourite colour?"

rude, yes, horribly so. satoru knows, he knows this very, very well. but what can a man do but divert when he's being unsettled by words like the ones you addressed to him, by the tenor you employed for him---

although now that he observes you consider his suggestion, the man wonders if diversion was the right tactic or not.

he could have just lied and told you any random color. he could have chosen to be honest and told you he has no favourite colour like you and probably the rest of the world have.

but no, he doesn't.

satoru does not opt either of the above two painfully simple, painfully easy options. choosing instead to ask you to guess what his favourite colour is... satoru never really anticipates he'll end up being this much more unsettled, thanks to his decision of diversion:

if there was a subtext of a haunting softness in your manners before, the sorcerer reckons it is the text now, typed out in bold letters then underlined and highlighted in neon---you too shift to face him, even moving the bag kept in between to your lap and shifting a bit closer, but still a respectable distance away---only to punctuate your effort with a keen stare, much too gentle, at him.

it's scary, he thinks. yeah, undoubtedly scary. but somewhere in the back of his mind, something says it's also comforting.

many eyes look at satoru throughout the day. they gape, they gawk, they study the man and every small aspect of his person with many different kinds of reasons behind them. but before today, there has never been anyone who has regarded him with this much care, that too for a nonsensical cause like yours...

he wonders, just what are you seeing in him?

just who are you seeing in him?

"it's orange, isn't it?" you exclaim abruptly, leaning a touch forwards with a snap of your pointer and thumb. voice too loud. smile too big. eyes too bright, way too bright---

satoru takes not even one whole second to decide:

he now has one favourite colour.

[mollyrolls]

hey cupid! ☆ iwaizumi h. x reader

3. 1-0 Iwaizumi

warnings: kys jokes, language, angst

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Iwaizumi had known Bokuto would be nervous. He had made allowances for it throughout the day, working in time for minor panics.

He had thought by the time they made it to the restaurant the nerves would have settled. But it seems that all that work was for naught.

Bokuto's wringing his hands and muttering under his breath, stealing glances at the door sporadically. 

Iwaizumi looks at him knowingly before leaning back in his chair. It's subtle, but the swing of his arm around Bokuto's shoulders cages them in. He makes his presence known in his actions rather than words. He’s never been good at that part.

And Bokuto gets that.

"Thank you for being here. I don't know what I'd do without you."

A simple squeeze. “What can I say. I'm the greatest."

Bokuto laughs hoarsely, still coming down to Earth. Iwaizumi stays.

A beat or two passes, and finally Bokuto lets out a rough exhale. "Ok. I'm ok. How are you feeling?”

He thinks for a moment. “I’m fine. Hungry.”

Bokuto seems disappointed by that response. “I mean about your date. Are you not at least a little bit excited?”

He shrugs. “What happens happens. I’m here for you.”

“Always the romantic Iwa. No wonder girls are head over heels for you.”

His hand goes to his chest. “Ouch, Bokuto! That’s a low blow.”

A grin cracks over Bokuto’s face. “Well, I mean it's not my fault tha-”

But the sentence falls off his lips as he looks over Iwaizumi’s shoulder. The other two have finally arrived, and he hears Bokuto’s throat clearing, willing oxygen back into his lungs. 

Iwaizumi vaguely recognizes Akaashi from old pictures, but he’s never seen her before.

There’s no denying that the girl Akaashi brought is pretty. Her smile at the hostess who points them to the table, the color of her dress and how it compliments her skin, the way she carries herself; it’s alluring. 

Her eyes settle and just slightly examine him. He doesn’t know what she saw, but what he does know is the twist in his chest that comes when she averts her gaze and whispers something to Akaashi.

The boy laughs at her comment, and Hajime notices Bokuto’s throat clear again, and his hands nervously wiping on his pants.

Hm.

Once the pair reaches the table, pleasantries are passed. He thinks of it one second too late, and before he can pull her chair out she’s already sitting, smoothing her dress out around her.

He curses himself, knowing he should have been more prepared for that. He can’t help that he was distracted. 

Next to him, Bokuto and Akaashi are caught in a thick tension, neither one quite sure how to greet the other. He pauses, unsure of how to help, and looks at her to gauge her response.

Her reaction is not what he expected. She wears a small, private smile and watches the moment continue. It seems like she has no intention of stopping it, whereas Iwaizumi wants nothing more than to intervene before it becomes uncomfortable.

As if she can hear his internal debate, she looks up at him. He gestures to them silently, asking if he should do something. She shakes her head no.

Hm.

He chooses to sit down, maybe scraping his chair a little louder than he otherwise might. It’s enough to break the two from their gaze. As they sit she exhales with a roll of her eyes, as if interrupting a painful moment was a crime. 

He returns her expression with a smile, not quite challenging her but enough to stand his ground.

“I’m glad you guys invited us,” Bokuto’s voice cuts through their staring contest. “How do you know each other?”

She startles, before smiling and looking over at her friend. “We vaguely knew each other in high school but then trauma bonded over an English class last year.”

“What? I can’t believe I didn’t know you before, I thought I knew everyone at school!” Bokuto laments, but she dismisses it with a wave.

They chat on, and her voice is nice in Hajime’s ears. He finds himself surprised at her demeanor, not nearly the soft-spoken girl he had assumed. He likes it.

Engaged by his thoughts, he doesn’t notice Bokuto calling him. 

“I’m trying to introduce you man, cmon!”

Hajime grins almost sheepishly, embarrassed that he got caught. Bokuto leans on him, then turns to her. “This is Iwaizumi Hajime.” 

She grins. “So I’ve heard.”

“Oh, you've heard about me?” The notion makes him laugh because surely anything she’s heard has come from Oikawa. So, nothing good.

“No. Just heard.”

His eyebrows pinch. She keeps smiling, with seemingly no malicious intent behind her words.

“Well, I haven’t heard about you. What are you majoring in?”

“Ugh, I’m undeclared. Probably will end up with a literature degree of some kind, but I really don’t want to.”

She twirls around her glass, lost in her own thoughts at the idea of that future. Hajime feels the need to repair something.

“If you want, you can always join the kinesiology program. It’s small but rewarding, and we always need new people.”

She smirks. “Do you always use dates as recruitment opportunities?”

Iwaizumi balks, not realizing he made such a faux pas. His reaction makes her grin wider. He feels like everything just got turned upside down.

“Ignore her, she thinks that kind of thing is funny.”

Akaashi interrupts, looking at her pointedly. She pouts at him for ruining her fun. 

“Oh, Iwa does too! He always tells me to kill myself.” Bokuto replies, with more enthusiasm than one should have when saying something like that.

Iwaizumi wants everything to stop for a second.

“She does too. I think it was the last thing in our texts, actually.” Akaashi replies, fishing out his phone to check. She leans over and snatches it away, embarrassment creeping up her neck.

“Um, anyway,” she swallows nervously, desperately trying to get the conversation away from that topic.

“Do you guys know what you’re going to order?” 

She must have just asked the first thing that came to mind, since they’re at a nabe restaurant. Obviously, they were going to get the same thing.

So, he laughs. He figured she was making a joke. When she stares at him with murderous intent in her eyes, he's not sure why.

Then when her expression doesn't falter, he wonders if she’s testing him again. “What? Were you not joking?”

“I don’t know what you're talking about.”

She seems genuinely confused. Hajime guesses she wasn't doing a bit after all.

“We’re having nabemono, why would you order anything else?” He didn't mean for it to be condescending, but she certainly takes it that way.

With a cross of her arms, she bites back hard. “I’m vegetarian."

“How was I supposed to know that?”

“I didn't say you were.”

“Then why are you mad?”

“Because you just laughed at me for no reason, and then started fighting with me over, I guess nothing?”

“Okay. Sorry.” Iwaizuimi chooses to disengage from the conversation before it gets any worse than it is. He thought that they had their dry senses of humor in common, but maybe he's being too brash.

She scoffs under her breath and Iwaizumi can make out the muttered ‘unbelievable’ as she faces Akaashi. 

He doesn’t know what just shifted, but the tension between them is no longer playful.

It seems like the universe decided to pull an opposite day on Iwaizumi. He thought the goal of this night was to let Bokuto and Akaashi talk one-on-one, but she seems to vehemently disagree. Every time a topic comes up, she jumps on it and won’t let it go.

He keeps motioning at her to leave them alone, but she’s either really blind or ignoring him. Eventually, he taps her on her wrist to get her attention.

It backfires.

Jerking around at the sudden contact, she yanks her hand away. “What?”

“I’m just trying to talk to you.” He says, not entirely a lie. 

She glances to the side pointedly, silently communicating something Iwaizumi does not pick up on. When he looks blankly back at her, waiting for clarification, she just returns to the conversation with a huff.

He wants to pass it off as just another odd exchange, but she seems hell-bent on fighting with him and ignoring everything he’s saying.

He can’t think of anything he’s done to deserve this treatment, but it's sitting with him the wrong way. 

Sure, sometimes people don't hit it off immediately, but Iwaizumi has never felt this level of hostility from someone right after meeting them.

And just to rub salt in the wound, she turns and whispers to Akaashi again. They share another private moment, alienating him and Bo on the other side. He feels his blood start to boil.

“Something funny?”

Fine. Maybe he shouldn’t have said that. Sue him.

But after weaseling her way under his skin, pressing every button he didn't even know he had, and ruining Bokuto's chances of a good night, he wasn't going to let it slide anymore.

She bristles like an angry cat at the call-out.

“Nothing that concerns you, Iwaizumi.”

She uses his name as if it were a bad thing, a dirty word. 

The tension between them is mounting to an insurmountable degree and when Iwaizumi is about to retort, Bokuto and Akaashi laugh.

Like he said. Opposite day.

She’s chattering on with Bokuto and Akaashi about some movie that’s coming out. There are soft murmurs and jokes passed over quiet bites, and it feels for a moment that things are going the way they’re supposed to. 

Akaashi seems the most invested in the discussion, and when he talks, Bokuto listens. It's nice. It’s how it should be. 

Hajime notices how she quietly slips out of the conversation, and right as he’s about to thank her for leaving the date to their date, she glares at him.

Like he was the one in the wrong.

“What problem could you possibly have now?” His temper is growing short and he doesn't have the energy for more sideways glances.

She glances back and forth, but Bokuto is keeping Akaashi animated. They’re not paying attention to anyone else. 

“I don’t have any problems,” she mutters back, “but you clearly do.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“God, I don’t know. There’s some barge pole up your ass keeping you from having a good time, and you’re sucking the life out of the conversation by constantly staying silent. Not to mention you keep staring at me like I just killed your puppy. What are those if not problems?”

Their voices are starting to raise just slightly, enough to make Bokuto and Akaashi pause their conversation. She smiles sweetly at Iwaizumi and rejoins them. Of course.

For the rest of the night, he just nods and listens to the three of them talk, hands gripping his thighs as a way to take out some of the tension she instills in him.

By the time the check is paid, Iwaizumi is relishing in the fact that he’ll never have to see her again. But since she’s so good at getting under his skin, she can’t resist doing it one more time.

When they’re all walking out, she grabs onto his elbow and holds him back.

Pulling away from her touch, Iwa tries to glare at her.

He does not get a response.

In fact, she is not even looking at him. Her eyes are glued in front of her.

Bokuto and Akaashi are walking towards the doors, staggered significantly. They both try and make moves to meet up with the other, but visibly hold themselves back.

Iwaizumi can feel the despair starting to bubble around Bokuto, from wanting something so much but being unsure how to get it.

He looks down at her again and she looks distraught, probably in realization of what she’s done. 

Selfishly, he can't resist one more jab.

“Are you satisfied?” “Okay, what is wrong with you?”

They both speak at the same time and are completely thrown by the other’s question. Iwaizumi can answer first.

“Nothing is wrong with me, I’m just pissed that my friend just had a terrible date because you would not stop talking through it. So, are you satisfied?”

Her jaw drops. And as if he would expect anything less at this point, her response is outrage. 

“I cannot believe you just said that." Her laugh is bitter, heartless. "I did not talk through the whole thing, I was being a part of the conversation. You should try it sometime.”

“I wouldn’t call dictating every other sentence as just ‘part of the conversation’. You didn’t let Bokuto and Akaashi have a moment alone to have their date.”

He bites out the last words, hoping she can finally understand what she did.

“I absolutely did! In fact, I remember you being the reason their conversation got cut short because you decided to get on me for something I didn’t fucking do.” 

“Yes, you fucking did.”

Iwaizumi can feel himself being mean, but can’t make himself stop. She makes him lose all his self-control.

“I asked you what your problem is because you were making fun of me and Bokuto directly in front of us. I thought we left giggling and secrets behind in middle school.” 

Her demeanor cracks for just a moment, revealing a small weakness, but it's gone just as quickly. He pushes on.

“All the little whispers and glances? Just because you’re not saying things out loud doesn't mean we’re dumb enough not to notice it.”

“I don’t know what kind of sick game you're playing with this, dangling Akaashi in front of Bo and then monopolizing all of his time, but saying you're here to help them is ridiculous. You might as well date Akaashi at this rate.” 

That seemed to have pushed her over some edge. There is nothing but fury in her eyes and she forces him to take the brunt of her wrath. He’s unimpressed.  

“You are ridiculous.”

Her words are full of malice, hands curling into fists.

“You think leaving these two men, who are clearly nervous wrecks, sitting alone with no one guiding the conversation is the way to go? How can you not see that your stupid idea would be driving them further apart?”

“You don't know that they wouldn’t find things to talk about because you didn’t let them speak.” 

Hajime notices momentarily how close they are to one another. He’s practically on top of her, but he can't move away because she would certainly take it as a sign of defeat. 

And like hell he’s letting her win this.

She’s about to retort when her phone buzzes. There’s a moment of hesitation as she chooses whether or not to check it, but her curiosity wins out.

1-0, Iwaizumi.

Her ire is suddenly replaced with something indiscernible. She turns on her heel, quickly grabbing her things.

“Whenever you’re done throwing whatever pity party is happening right here,” she calls out behind her, “You should sort your own shit out and realize you're not a martyr.”

She stops right in front of him and bores into his eyes.

“You fucked up too tonight, so don’t take it out on me because you don’t know how to be helpful.”

With that, she brushes past him without a second glance.

Iwaizumi is hot on her trail, refusing to let that be the last word of the night. As he calls out to her, she pushes open the door. He’s so focused that he doesn’t notice her abruptly stop, staring out into the road.

Just dodging a collision, he skates around her and turns to see what she’s seeing.

Bokuto and Akaashi are mirror images, looking down at the road, hands stuffed in pockets. Hearing the doors open, they twist their heads up, a silent plea. 

Her moves are instinctual, coming up beside Akaashi with a worried glance. 

They speak in hushed tones but Iwaizumi stoutly ignores her, moving over to grab Bokuto’s shoulder.

“Everything okay?” He mutters, and Bokuto makes a strained sound. He makes no signs of elaborating.

After a moment she faces them again, a smile painted on that doesn’t quite meet the eyes. 

“Thanks for dinner guys, it was nice. We’ll see you soon, okay?” 

Her tone makes it clear that it is not a question. Bokuto and Iwaizumi both nod, not sure of anything else to say.

She doesn’t bother looking at him but waves to Bokuto, and she and Akaashi turn and disappear into the night. Hajime pretends not to notice the small strokes she’s making along Akaashi’s arm, trying to soothe him. 

Once they are out of sight Bokuto lets out a sigh, somewhat pained and somewhat relieved.

“Do you wanna drink?”

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Ordinary Day

Isn’t it nice weather? Let’s take a short stroll and enjoy it.

This is part 16 of 20. We come close to the conclusion.

The Tale of the Cursed Raven:

Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3 I Part 4 I Part 5 I Part 6 I Part 7 I Part 8 I Part 9 I Part 10 I Part 11 I Part 12 I Part 13 I Part 14 | Part 15

Information has a way of spreading by word of mouth. Without a form, there is nothing to restrain them from travel, and from the details straying from the truth. By the end of the school day, Kon has already picked up on at least seven variations of the same story.

The disappearance of one Raven Crowley, and the aftermath of it.

She hadn’t attended class for some time now, hadn’t shown her face in public. A wind blew through the grapevine, supposed tea brewing. 

“I think she transferred. Didn’t really fit in here anyway. Probably at some all-girls place now.”

“No, no, she’s being homeschooled for safety reasons. The headmaster keeps her locked away in that tower and personally tutors her.” 

“I heard she’s dead. She Overblotted and went on a rampage in the woods. The dorm leaders had to suppress her and collect the body afterwards.”

He grips onto his textbooks harder, fingers digging into the leather-bound cover and spine. Kon is always anxious, but the whispers tug at his nerves, pulling them taut.

It doesn’t come from a place of concern, he knows. Gossip is gossip, meant to amuse and entertain. 

He wonders if he should confront them, ask them to stop--if they’d even listen to his pleas. 

Because no one wants a story’s end to be as sad as that…

Instead, he ducks behind a column and waits for the chattering group to pass. The debate grows heated, turns into betting and rough housing. Ugly, unpleasant sounds.

The thought occurs to him again. If he tries…

“Are you going to say something?”

Kon startles at the sudden question. 

He senses a figure beside him, but is too frozen with fear to turn his head, to see who it is.

From his periphery, he can glean glimpses of them. Auburn waves threaded with gold, a frilled gown colored as green as the springtime. A soft voice to belong to one of the rowdy mobs. It’s sweet yet flat, like a soda without the carbonation.

Who is this…?

His mouth won’t move to utter what he wants it to. 

“No? You won’t?” they ask. “Ah, you choose to observe then. You are wiser than you would appear to be. A story is just meant to be witnessed. To involve oneself is to meddle. The impartiality, ruined.”

Shock dislodges the knot in his throat. “Wh-What are you saying? The rumors floating around… I don’t think anyone would want that.”

“Talk is what they have, so they relish in it.  Action is difficult. Very few manage to scale the tower to witness the truth for with their own eyes. The chosen, the worthy.”

“I-I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

There is a scoff.

“Perhaps not now, but in the future you may.”

He sees a hand extend, cupping the sunlight. It is sheathed in a billowing green sleeve, nothing like the NRC school uniforms.

“This is a day like any other. Please enjoy the mundaneness to its fullest. We do not know for certain how long this peace will stay with us.”

“You’re not a student,” Kon says weakly. Already, he is sweating up a waterfall on his forehead. “Who are you?”

In the response, a slight smile.

“Just a visitor passing through. Pay me no mind.”

“’Scuse me! Sorry! Comin’ through!”

A ghost outfitted in a mailman’s uniform weaves his way through the hallways of Octavinelle. He doesn’t so much as go around students as he was fazing through them. The only trace of him left behind is a slight chill in the torso, like an ice flower has just melted there.

The mail ghost launches itself through the Mostro Lounge doors.

It’s a busy night.

Students are seated at the booths and at the bar. Friends with friends, soaking up jazz and the aquatic ambience. Plates of seafood and colorful drinks, served under glowing jellyfish.

The conversation flows like water.

“They shipped her off to a lab to get tested. Or maybe she got kidnapped.”

“Nah, she’s in hiding somewhere.”

“She opened up a portal to another world and hopped into it.”

From the podium up front, Jade bows to the mail ghost.

“Welcome to the Mostro Lounge, honored guest,” he greets. “I’m afraid we are fully booked at the moment, so if you wish for a table, you will have to come back in 45 minutes’ time. Though--” Jade eyes the bag of mail hanging from the ghost’s body. “--I suppose dining was not in the cards from the start.”

“Just here for the usual mail delivery.” He reaches into his bag and produces several envelopes, fanning them out.

“Thank you for your service as always. I will receive them for Azul.”

The exchange is made, and the mail ghost continues on his route.

As soon as he vanishes, Jade allows his smile to relax.

The merman begins going through the envelopes. It’s a distraction, but preferable to paying mind to the swirling hearsay. It will only make him irritable.

Plain white, mostly bills or spam mail and advertisements. Hardly anything worth gracing their dorm leader’s desk.

Azul.

Jade frowns.

Since Azul had been whisked away to the emergency meeting, he has been more alert than usual. Jade notices it in the subtleties. His breaths, his glances, the way his fingers drum.

Whatever happened that day, it still bothers him.

He had “spoken” with the other dorm leaders, of course—but none of them knew much, not even Kalim, who claimed to have found her. “Not sure why she was in the woods, but all that matters is that she’s okay now. Maybe she just wandered and got lost?”

Wandering and lost. Those were apt descriptors for how she had looked that night she had stumbled into him. She was haunted then, small and shuddering in the glaring moonlight.

Jade dislikes not knowing, dislikes being kept in the dark.

He barely bats an eyelash until he comes to the final envelope. It doesn’t look like the others, with their formal business addresses and postage. Pitch black, with golden embellishes.

His name is written on it.

In handwriting that makes his heart stop.

“... What is this?”

He tears it open at once, retrieving the letter inside.

Jade,

I realize receiving this may be awkward, given our history. However, I still hope it finds you well.

Lately, I’ve been reflecting about many things. Our time together, our relationship... and also about myself and what it is that I’m seeking.

I haven’t been very brave or honest. I think I can admit that now, though it doesn’t leave me feeling good. It’s like when a baby bird first hatches from its egg. It can’t quite see the world clearly, and nor does it have feathers to shield its vulnerable body from the forces of nature.

I have something important to tell you. Too important to scrawl on paper. It must be said face-to-face.

The apple tree in the courtyard is in bloom. It’s so very beautiful this time of year. I wish I could stare at them forever and ever. In the language of flowers, apple blossoms can mean many things. Love, peace, rebirth, good luck... a long life too.

Let’s meet there, in the shade of the apple tree and under the cover of stars.

Tomorrow, right before the stroke of midnight.

I will give you my answer then.

Best regards,

Raven Crowley

Life at Night Raven College continues.

A single cog it may lack, but the mechanism continues to churn. There is a spot in the core that is empty, where the missing cog belongs. Still, the machine operates without its heart.

Another day comes and goes.

And in the highest room of the tallest tower...

Something goes bump in the dark.

Someone stirs.

[inklore]

after a year and a handful of months of debating on if i should, or wanted to, do commissions (and with some convincing and hyping from friends) i've decided why the heck not!

so to everyone whose ever complimented me and hyped me up for my themes and graphics thank you and you're definitely another driving force in this decision.

making graphics is therapeutic to me and i take a lot of pride and joy in doing it, from seeing everyone loving the things i create. and i want to share that pride and joy even more, sooo if you've ever struggled with making a good theme, feel too lazy to make one, need a banner for a fic or masterlist, a header, or just need someone to help your graphic vision come together; i'm here to provide!

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[ihavethedreamies]

Challenged | Easy to Expert (3 v5)

Lee Yongbok (Felix) & Lee Minho (Lee Know) - Stray Kids

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~4.1k

Hard Dom!Lee Know/Switch!Felix/Sub!Reader (AFAB)

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Kinda Fluff

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Jealousy, Competition, Swearing, Kissing, Lingerie, Multiple Partners, Some M/M Moments, Oral (M! and F! Receiving), Fingering, Deepthroating/Face-Fucking, Threesome, Double Penetration, Anal Play, Sex Toys - Butt Plugs, Anal Sex, Unprotected Sex (Bad Idea, Don't Do It), Felix is a Bratty/Reluctant Sub (it's not Non-con, he's just surprised)

Author's Note: -)w(- don't ask, I just let my fingers type

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"Do I get to choose her lingerie?" Minho smirked, trying to tease Felix. He wanted to get some kind of reaction from him, he so easily asked the older man to fuck his girlfriend with him, but he just shrugged.

"If you want. I was going to have her dress like a bunny-"

"That works!" Minho smiled, already thinking stuff over in his head.

"So…are there any ground rules?" The older man asked and Felix looked up from his phone. He was texting you that the plan was on.

"Um. Maybe, we'll talk with her. Are you free tomorrow night?"

"I can be free tonight." He smirked, chewing aggressively on his snack.

"Don't you have practice?" Felix looked up at him, he was supposed to help with the rookies he was choreographing for. He shrugged, popping another piece in his mouth.

"I can move the time."

"Okay."

"Tonight?" You halted your chopping knife, looking down at your phone on the counter. You had it propped up so he could see you on the video call and it looked like he was sitting on a swing at a park.

"Is that okay? I know we agreed on tomorrow but he moved his schedule."

"He's eager." You huffed, putting the knife down entirely. There was no point continuing cooking supper if he was coming over, not for what you were making anyway. You only had enough ingredients for you and your boyfriend.

"Will he be here to eat or come later?"

"I don't think he'll want to eat when he gets here, not with what's planned. I'm meeting him later and we'll eat and then come." He brushed a strand of his blonde hair that fell in his face from the wind.

"Okay."

"Did the bunny set fit?"

"Yeah. I'll be read by when, seven?"

"Perfect. Love you." He brought the phone close to his face and you giggled blowing a kiss to him and you hung up. Guess it was a delivery night.

You adjusted your headband, the tall bunny ears attached made your head feel odd when you moved it. You hoped it didn't fall off. The fluffy end of the bunny tail you attached to the silicone plug tickled your skin. The combined corset and bra was a little too nice, you had tie it up in the back. At first you were going to get the cheap one that was kind of shiny, but Felix told you to take his card and get the nicer leather one. There was a matching thong that went with it, but you got a different pair of panties. They had to be crotchless and allow for your tail plug. Looking in the mirror, you smoothed your hair back and tied it up into a bun. The thigh-high fishnets were a bit difficult to get on since the weave was pretty loose, your toes kept getting caught. You debated getting a pair of high heels to finish the look as well, but decided against it. Sure, it would be sexy, but there was a pretty good chance you would twist your ankle or fall and ruin the mood. You debated putting on some lipstick but decided against it, the red would kind of clash with the mint colored lingerie. You were kind of surprised it came in that color, but it seemed you could either get dark like red, black or navy, or get pastel colors. Luckily, they had Minho's favorite color, you always remembered it since it was a pretty unique pick. At first you didn't think the black choker with Felix's name on it would match, but it didn't look too bad. You jumped a bit in excitement when you heard your boyfriend keying in the code for your door and you waited patiently in your room.

"Hyung wait!" You heard Felix shout and you giggled a bit, hearing another set of steps hurrying down the hall. Your door was already propped open, and he nearly slammed it open all the way. Minho stood there, still in his coat and had his bag on his shoulder, at least he took his shoes off. His bag thumped to the floor and you didn't think his coat had even hit the floor too before you were scooped up in his arms. You knew he was strong, but he did it so easily.

"Hyung!" Felix huffed, coming in himself and grumbled, shoving his friend's stuff to the side. You squealed in delight as he kissed you all over your neck and chest, holding on to his shirt to stabilize yourself. Minho's mouth led from your cleavage up to your chin and before he could capture your lips in his, Felix shouted as deep as he could, "Yah, Lee Minho!" This caught both of your attention and he slowly and carefully let you down and you took a step back, looking down shyly.

"Come here, love." Felix's tone was dark and you shivered, scurrying over to him. Minho scoffed, still smirking.

"She is all dressed up for me, isn't she?"

"Keep in mind, she's my girlfriend." Felix emphasized. He didn't care if Minho was older than him.

"What are the rules, love?" Your boyfriend's tone and gaze softened dramatically for you, but his gaze hardened again when he met Minho's stare.

"One!" You held up a finger, then brought it to your lips, "no kissing here." The older man seemed to pout a bit but acquiesced.

"Two!"

"Listen to me." Felix was sure to get pushback on that from. Sure did. Minho rolled his eyes, scoffing again, then shook his head.

"Why should I?"

"Because-"

"I'm his girlfriend." You crossed your arms and his fiery gaze went to you. The look was dominating, even more so than when Felix got rougher with you. Your cunt clenched and the fluffy white tail shook. He smirked when you shrunk some, your arms falling and you placed them behind your back.

"Third…" You started, almost sheepish under the harsh gaze.

"Only I, me, her boyfriend, gets her ass." Felix emphasized. He knew that one would piss Minho off. He was an ass man in all kinds of ways.

"No." The older man sneered and you took a step back. You weren't scared of it, it was incredibly sexy how he was getting and you were nervous for how it affected you.

"Hyung-"

"No." He reiterated and you felt Felix stiffen next to you. It was easy for him to be dominant with you, you were his cute little girlfriend, plus he never went too hard. Minho was extremely dominant even in non-sexual situations. He could also be terrifying.

"Look, I know she wanted you, but if you don't respect that she's mine-" Felix was cut off when Minho suddenly marched forward and buried his hand into Felix's blonde hair, tugging his head back. You startled and Felix wasn't quite sure what to do, so he just stared at this hyung in shock.

"I get to call the shots, 'Lix. You should have known when you asked me." He whispered into your boyfriend's ear and the younger man shuddered a bit, which made Minho smirk. He ran his tongue over the stud in Felix's ear, sucked on it, then let him go and shoved him back. You stood nervously nearby and Minho crooked his finger for you. Looking at Felix as you went forward, Minho pointed to the floor and you slowly sank down. There was no hesitation in your gaze, nor protest, and the older man smirked, biting his bottom lip. You cast a glance over your shoulder at your boyfriend, the ears of your headband bouncing with the movement. He was standing there, red dusted over his freckled cheeks, his hand over his mouth. You glanced down and he was already hard. You startled when Minho's fingers played with the tag on your choker, humming in derision.

"Strip." Minho ordered and Felix snapped his gaze up to the other man's before he removed his shirt and let his pants fall around his ankles.

"Get the stuff." He motioned his head toward your bed and your boyfriend slowly followed the command and you wondered what was going on in his head. Felix got out the lube bottles you had so he could pick. Minho clicked his tongue and went over to the other guy before he could shut the drawer. He smirked seeing everything you had in there.

"Oh, what's this one?" He chuckled and Felix tossed you a look. Are you okay? You nodded in response to his silent question. You shot it back to him and he exhaled and nodded, his cheeks a bit red again. Minho pulled out the item he was eyeing and your eyes flew open. So did your boyfriend's.

"Good boy?" He tossed the younger man a look and his face got even redder, the color spreading to his ears and neck.

"W-we got the wrong one-" You tried to cover but it didn't work. It was kind of a joke when you grabbed it. He had joked that he wanted to see why it felt so good for you so you got matching ones. The 'good girl' plug had obviously been used so it was in your box instead of the original packaging. Minho fiddled with the box, shooting a look to Felix. You couldn't see what Felix did in response since his back was to you. Suddenly, the elder grabbed the orange bottle of lube and placed it and the box in Felix's hands.

"Put it in." He ordered and you looked back and forth between them.

"W-What?" Felix gasped.

"You heard me." Minho spun him around and shoved him toward the bathroom. You looked at Felix again, but he went, shutting the door. You were a bit shocked, and were snapped out of it when Minho's hand went to your head. You hadn't noticed he had removed his own clothes, leaving just his underwear on. Turning to look up at and over him, you admired his physique. He really did look good and you couldn't help but wonder why he didn't show off more.

"Good bunny," he cooed, stroking under your chin, "You thirsty?" You nodded, a little unsure. His hand went from your chin to grab your jaw, his eyebrow raising. You caught his hint and brought your hands up to remove his boxers. Your nails were painted to match your outfit and he couldn't help but watch the white fluffy ball sticking out behind you. When he stepped out of his final garment, you eyed his cock, shuffling in anticipation. You simply opened your mouth, tongue out and he huffed in amusement.

"What a good bunny." He smirked and took the chance. One hand held the base of his cock and the other found your head and you took a deep breath in through your nose and he groaned as he made you swallow his length. When your nose hit his pelvis, you gagged a bit, he was longer than you were used to. Your mouth was so tight and hot, he wondered what your other holes would feel like. It was clear that you were experienced with sucking cock, even more so with getting your face fucked. Your eyes cast to the side when the bathroom door opened back up, and Minho pulled his cock out just enough so you could breathe.

"It in?" He asked Felix. It seemed there a blush covering more of him than not. His underwear was still on, more likely he put it back on, his cock was still hard and tenting the fabric. He nodded once, glaring at Minho.

"Get over here then," He stroked over your hair, still not moving. Felix shuffled over, looking much like you probably did the first time you moved with a plug in. The one he had to wear was smaller than yours by quite a bit, but it was probably still odd. Minho nodded and your boyfriend sunk to his knees behind you and you couldn't see his expression but heard his grunt.

"Fill her cute little cunt for me, 'Lix." He stroked your chin again, marveling at your swollen lips surrounding his swollen cock. You whimpered a bit, but adjusted your position to allow it. Since you did that, Felix knew you were okay. His breathing a little heavy, trying to get used to the plug he had put in himself. It was a really odd sensation and he was loathe to admit not an unwelcome one. He wondered if it felt the same to you or not. He stared at the white fluff on the end of your plug and rubbed the head of his cock against your folds, simply unbuttoning the front of his boxers. He did not want to take them off, still embarrassed. If he really, really was against it, he could have said it, even though Minho was scary. He didn't want to admit how he really felt. You moaned a bit and the elder huffed a laugh before you moaned louder and harder when Felix filled you with a single thrust. He sighed, brow furrowing, the stimulation from your hot cunt around him as well as the plug in his ass, he was sweating already. Minho scoffed and you nearly yiped when he started to thrust again, your eyes nearly crossing. You hadn't yet done anything like this and it was a lot. Swallowing and taking a cock at the same time as the silicone plug… You were in heaven.

"You thirsty, bunny? Want me to come down your throat?" Smirked and you moaned a yes around him. Felix still hadn't moved, trying to get used to all the stimulation.

"Ah, good bunny." Minho threw his head back, holding your head and you clenched hard around Felix's cock, swallowing the thick cum the other man gave you. He chuckled breathily, pulling out of your mouth and you panted hard, trying to get your air back. You gasped as Felix fell back on his haunches, but he lost his balance and he held you to his chest tighter. His teeth sank into your shoulder, he was trying not to moan himself. Never again was he letting Minho do this with you again. And he was throwing away the 'good boy' plug immediately when he was done. Why does it feel good? He grumbled in his own mind.

"Felix?" You asked, worried, wincing a bit from the bite. His cock was already pulsing like he was close and he hadn't even moved. The way he held you jostled your tail plug, but you were used to the feeling and he wondered how long it took you.

"Clean her face." Minho ordered and Felix sat up more, letting out a little groan, and wiped the rest of the cum from your lips. He shot a glare at Minho who nodded once and he huffed, bringing his thumb to his lips to clean it off. He continued to glare at his friend and you were so distracted by their interaction, you yiped when Felix moved again. He laid flat on his back, adjusting his feet, the pumped his hips up hard into you.

"Fuck~" You wailed and Minho could see your cunt drip all over the other's cock. He was a little annoyed that Felix just doing something small got you so close so fast. Felix needed to compensate for the submissive acts Minho forced him into by fucking his cute little love. You had a hard time holding yourself up as he battered his cock against your cervix, your orgasm approaching quickly, as usual.

"Want me to fill you up, love?" He huffed, more confidence present in his voice between grunts.

"Yes~ Please~!" Your stuttering moans pissed Minho off, and he came forward, snatching you under the arms like a child and hauled you off Felix.

"Ah!" You yelped and Felix snapped, "What the fuck, man?" You were literally tossed onto the bed and Felix got up, moving to shove Minho out of the way. You gasped when the older man grabbed Felix by the jaw, easily holding him in place.

"If you hate having that plug in your ass you better shut up before my cock ends up in your mouth." He sneered at the younger man and you gaped, but noticed an extra drop of precum leak out of the tip of your boyfriend's cock.

"You gonna calm down?" Minho finally asked as Felix swallowed hard, then nodded. He pulled back, rubbing at where he had been held.

"H-hey!" There was no fire behind your protest, and it was kind of late, but you had to work up the courage. Both of them turned to look at you and you cowered under Minho's gaze.

"L-let him be!" You tried to be assertive but it was a little difficult for you normally, let alone in that situation. To show your aggression you ripped the headband off and threw it to the floor.

"Bunny, if he hated it so much he would be fighting back more." Minho cast a smug look over the younger man who glared at him, if only to avoid your gaze.

"It's fine, love." He assured you and you wiggled your nose a bit, much like a bunny.

"Move, cutie." Minho finally turned away Felix and you scooched out of the way so he could climb on the bed, resting his back against the head board. He grabbed your hips and drug you to him, making you kneel before him. Your boyfriend stayed where he was, nervous to do something wrong.

"Breathe, pretty." Minho coached and you did so and he pulled the bunny tail out of you and tossed it to the floor, the lube still dripping of it splattering on the floor. He smirked at the sight and you whimpered under his gaze. Grabbing your shoulders, he manhandled you again, making you straddle him, his legs holding yours open.

"Fucking finally~" He cooed, bringing your slicked up pucker to his cock. You whimpered as he pulled you down on to him, your body shook as he went deeper than you were used to. You made sure to keep your breathing controlled to get used to him and you wondered what he would let Felix do. Your empty cunt was on display and still desperately empty after you were plucked from your boyfriend's grasp and cock.

"Taste her." Minho permitted and Felix exhaled, still kind of hating (but also kind of enjoying) being told what to do…with HIS girlfriend. He climbed onto the bed and Minho wrapped his arms around you, one over your chest and the other around your stomach. It wasn't tight or restricting, he was just hugging you. He smirked over your shoulder as Felix eyed where Minho's cock was inside of you. It irked him to no end. He made the rule that only he got your ass for a very specific reason. Well, at least he knew how to make you cum easy. You keened for his fingers when they pressed at your cunt and he slid three in, quick and hard. Your yelped, trying not to clench around Minho too much, and even though it was just his fingers, the double penetration was overwhelming. Plus, Felix normally started with two fingers. The other man was a little shocked when Felix began to fuck you with practiced motion, wiggling his fingers and pressing hard on your back wall. Your breath was already hitching and your cunt was already leaking. Felix smirked smugly, knowing he still had control over you even if his own was taken over himself.

"Ah~" You mewled when his fingers pressed down on the thin wall of your cunt, Minho's cock sitting inside you past the barrier. Even he grunted a bit at the feeling, and, not wanting to be one-upped, he began to roll his hips up, fucking shallowly into you.

"Fuck!" You gasped and Felix bit his lip, eyes flicking to your face. He smirked and it pissed his friend off, but then he leaned down to your cunt. His thumb brushed over your clit and you knew what was coming."

"W-wait~!" Felix could tell your tone was insincere, you were just overwhelmed. His fingers crooked up, easily finding your spot, and after he sucked hard over your little button, you fell apart. The man behind you grunted at the force of your vice clenching around his cock, but was able to hold back. As you panted, coming down from your high, Felix removed his fingers and habitually brought them to your mouth. You eagerly took his digits between your lips, licking your own release from them.

"Good, love." Having nearly forgotten about the toy inside him, Felix winced when he shifted, but was too determined to really focus on it. Not even looking to the elder for permission, he once again pressed his cock into your cunt, filling you easily. Your head fell back against Minho's shoulder, your breath leaving you as you felt both cocks filling you at once.

"Breathe, love." Felix coached and you did so. Your boyfriend smiled, feeling grounded by the trust you had in him and the love behind your eyes. Minho did nothing, still trying to cope with how much tighter you got when your boyfriend entered you as well. Though they didn't coordinate it on purpose, both of the men pulled their hips back at once and fucked back into you hard. Felix smirked as you fell apart again, your cunt releasing spurts of cum. At that angle, your boyfriend could hit your sweet spot perfect, and the added stimulation of his friend in your ass set you over even more. But to Felix, it was more like Minho was a toy you were using to get off. It was ultimately him who got you to cum. Your hands reached up and gripped Felix's shoulders, he guided your hands further and you dug your mint-colored nails into his back. He hissed when you drug new red welts into his skin over ones there from a few days before. His friend didn't like the chemistry between you two at that moment, so he lifted you up as he pulled back, nearly all the way, then slammed back into you. He chuckled at your near scream and Felix was a little worried about you, but he then realized you were just high on cock, your filter gone. You were babbling then and fell back into Minho's chest, pulling your boyfriend with you. He had to rest his hand on the headrest by the other's head for better leverage and their eyes met. Minho smirked which made the younger sneer. You whimpered as they both fucked you, either on their own would have made you stupid, let alone together. You were sure that you would be bedridden for days after this, but you loved every second of it. When Felix leaned over you more, he opened his eyes and was close to Minho then. He was determined to stay strong and just stared at his hyung. Accepting the challenge, the other's arm left you and he smirked, grabbing Felix's butt over his boxers had refused to take off. His fingers spread more, and found the hard end of the plug through the fabric and pushed into Felix. The sound he let out was still low and deep, but was more of a whine then anything. What shocked him more was that the other man swallowed the sound, his lips sealing over his. You were too fucked out to notice and Minho pulled away, grinning like he just won an Olympic medal. Felix's freckled face was painted bright red, staring in shock at Minho. The smirk was still plastered on his face and he pressed the plug into Felix more.

"Cum." He ordered and you were sure if he was talking to you or your boyfriend, but you both listened. Your cunt clenched around your boyfriend's dick, milking him for every drop. The walls of your ass clenching also sent Minho over the edge and he made sure to fuck his cum as deep into you as he could. The three of you laid in a pile, panting for a good minute.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm throwing it out."

"Why?"

"You damn well know why!"

"But you liked it, right?"

The two continued to bicker as you slept, laying on your stomach with an ice pack resting on your sore little butt.

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[fleeting-sanity]

Saxan in Coral Island.

Happy New Year to you. My lazy son as NPC and LI. I think this took about a month to make. 70% of that time is taken by the wedding outfit alone. Commentary on each outfits and his personality backstory under Read More if you're interested :)

Your local veterinarian. He was a bratty and wild child, something his parents tried to coach him out of. Instead, he developed into a lazy and apathetic young man, and eventually his parents learned to accept the person he is. However, he sensed that he's the black sheep or "failure" compared to his successful big twin sisters, irregardless of how baseless it is. Cares for animals, not so much for humans. His character arc can go two ways depending on what you chose during the dialogues. His birthday is on 28th Spring.

He's my Star Wars OC actually. He's a Zakuulan Prince, so I incorporated that aspect into his merfolk form. If you don't see him around town, he might be underwater!

His spring outfit is based on the doodle I have of him from an ask lol. I kinda like the color cyan on him!

I forgot that Scott has a similar hibiscus shirt so I figured it was too late to modify it... Oh well.

Not much to say other than I kinda have a hard time deciding what he should wear for autumn.

He looks super snug. I really gotta learn how to draw coats to make them convicingly thick idk. He lowkey dislikes winter.

I kinda debated on if I should put body hair on him but I decided not to seeing almost every male NPC has them. I think. Yes, it's the ace flag colors.

If you marry him he'll appear in Aesan Gede, the South Sumatran (Palembang) traditional wedding attire. I can't really have his hair free because it'll get stuck on all the golden bits but I kinda am not feeling the bun either so back ponytail it is. Debated whether I should draw the Sundanese one (am half-Sundanese) because it's easier but South Sumatra has been under-represented in Indonesian media so my Srivijayan pride kicked in. Also tumblr keeps killing the transparency for some reason >;[

Does he look Prince-ly enough here? He's based on the barracuda fish. Considered making him a naga like the rest of the in-game merfolk royal family but I've actually drawn him as a merman before so I want to keep him as a... fish. blublubblub.

I'm currently playing his twin sisters and I'm having a hard time choosing the LIs for them helpppp

And no, sadly I'm not a backer on Kickstarter (source: golongan miskin) this is just art.

[theghostofashton]

seven sentence sunday

thank you @alrightbuckaroo @paperstorm @welcometololaland

@carlos-in-glasses @strandnreyes @lemonlyman-dotcom for the tags this weekend <3

“What was it like?” Carlos asks, his voice quiet. He’s sitting on his bed with his knees pulled to his chest and his head down, looking far smaller than he is. It’s kind of wild, TK thinks, how someone so broad and muscular can also look so small. “Deciding to come out?” “I don’t think I ever really…decided,” TK says, choosing his words carefully. “I was just out. I didn’t talk much about it, but if anyone asked, I’d tell them.” That was the one thing Billy never cared about. He remembers tacking it on at the end during their first meeting in a rush, having debated if it was even something he should bring up and talking himself into saying it in the hopes that it wouldn’t come back to bite him in the ass later. And then he sat there, stunned, as Billy waved off the words like TK had just told him that his favorite color was blue. “Oh,” Carlos whispers, somehow seeming even smaller. TK drops to his knees beside Carlos’s bed, sliding forward to place himself right next to Carlos’s shoulder. “Hey. Look at me?” When Carlos does, he continues, “that doesn’t have to be you. Not if you don’t want it to be.”

not sure who's already done it so i'll just tag @sanjuwrites @bonheur-cafe @reyesstrand @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @lightningboltreader and leave an open tag for anyone else that wants to share!

[its-vannah]

You're On Your Own Kid | Jacaerys x Reader

A/N: Before you read, please note: Your son, Lucerys, was named after Lucerys Velaryon the first. It's not the same Luke in the book/show. Secondly, the fic starts in "present day" and shows your life six years earlier, one day earlier, and six months later. Hope that clears up any confusion.

Warnings: Slight fluff, major angst, death of a major character, pregnancy, mentions of blood, mentions of death, it's just sad y'all

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You were dressed in black. Black gown, gloves, shoes, necklace. There was not a hint of color on your clothing. And there was not a hint of happiness on your face.

Taking your young son's hand in yours, he looked up at you with a sad expression, tilting his head full of curls, "Mother?"

Turning your head to look down at him, you responded sadly, "Yes, my love?"

"Why is everybody so sad?" He asked, tears starting to form in the corners of his eyes, "It's making me sad."

You've got no reason to be afraid

Your heart softened, and you kneeled down to his level, your hands on either side of your face, "My sweet boy, it's a sad day. It's okay to feel hurt and upset. You just can't feel that was forever, my love."

He nodded, leaning into you, his small hands wrapping around your neck, "Will you be sad forever, too?"

Biting down on your bottom lip, a stream of tears fell down your face, "Oh, Lucerys, you're so much like your uncle."

"He died, too."

Brushing the curls out of his face, you nodded, "We were devastated when he died. That's why we named you after him."

He nodded, looking down at your swollen stomach, "Then are you going to name the baby after father?"

I play it cool with the best of them

You held your son tighter to you, desperate to hide your tears from him, "I don't yet know, my love."

"I think you should," He said, innocently, "Wherever father is, I think he'd like that."

Pressing a kiss to his temple, you rose from the ground, "I think he would, too."

Clearing your throat, you took his hand once again, "Come on, Luke, we don't want to be late."

"How will we be late?" He questioned, "Father's already gone."

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6 Years Earlier

Summer went away, still the yearning stays

It was nearly fall, and you were sitting beside Jacaerys on a couch by the fireplace. He was in deep conversation with Baela, arguing over who has the better dragon.

I wait patiently, he's gonna notice me

Casting frequent glances at him, you waited endlessly for him to look towards you.

Finally, after the debate ended when Baela was called by her sister, he turned to you, shaking his head.

The jokes weren't funny, I took the money

The moment she left, he opened his mouth, "I have the better dragon, right?"

You gave him a halfhearted smile, "Of course, Jace."

It's okay, we're the best of friends

"See? That's what friends are for, boosting one's ego," He grinned, resting his head on the back of the couch, "What would I do without you?"

I touch my phone as if it's your face

You ran your fingers over the book in your lap, releasing a small sigh, "I'm not sure, and I don't want to find out."

"My mother's suggesting I marry soon." He admitted, playing with the signet ring on one of his fingers, twisting it left and right.

Your heart started beating, faster and faster, "She is? Who did she suggest?"

"Well, she first mentioned Baela, then one of Cregan's sisters..." He trailed off, sending a quick glance towards you.

I picked the petals, he loves me not

"Well, have you made your decision?" You asked, trying to mask the hurt in your eyes.

Jace shook his head, "Not, not yet."

I'll run away

"My father is asking when I'd like to return home," You say, inhaling sharply.

"Already? I feel as though you've just arrived."

I didn't choose this town, I dream of getting out

You shrugged, "I'm sure I've overstaued my welcome."

"You don't wish to stay longer?"

There's just one who could make me stay

"With your upcoming engagement, I would want to cause any sort of tension."

Just to learn that you never cared

Jace stays silent for a moment. You take that silence as an invitation to leave the room. pursing your lips, you excuse yourself, abruptly standing.

I see the great escape, so long, Daisy May

Making your way towards the doors, you count your steps. One, two, three, four, five—

I hear it in your voice

That's when Jace calls out to you, "What if you stayed?"

You turned to face him, "Jace..."

Just to learn that my dreams aren't rare

"My mother suggested another betrothal. One I've dreamt of since the day I met her," He said, taking small steps towards you.

Take the moment and taste it

He met you by the door, taking your hands in his, "I want you to—I need you to be my wife."

You squeezed his hand, your voice just above a whisper, "Are you certain?"

You always have been

"I've never been more certain in my whole life."

Like I'd be saved by a perfect kiss

Jace leaned into you, his lips moving against yours, your hands still intertwined with one another.

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One Day Earlier

Everything you lose is a step you take

Stumbling as you made your way towards your husband's lifeless body, your legs gave out beneath you once you reached him.

Unable to control the sobs that wracked through you, you pulled his body towards you, your hand caressing your face as you had done the night before he rode out.

I looked around in a blood-soaked gown

Your cries echoed throughout the hall, his blood seeping into your dress.

I searched the party of better bodies

Looking around frantically, you yelled out for help, "Help him, please, help him, someone, please, Jacaerys!"

My friends from home don't know what to say

But no one did anything. They watched as you begged for help, but there was nothing that could've been done.

Your forehead resting on his, the room went silent except for the gasps of air you took after bouts of tears.

"Jacaerys..." you whispered, your eyes fluttering open.

And I saw something they can't take away

Even with you blurred vision, you saw the metal ring on his finger. Sliding it off, you traded it with your own.

Yeah, you can face this

Pressing a kiss to his lips, you stayed there for a while, covered in blood and filled with silence.

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Six Months Later

Giving one last push, your daughter was born at the beginning of summer.

I gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this

Panting heavily, she was placed on your chest moments later, eyes shut as she whimpered.

Shushing her, you stroked her cheek with your finger, "Shhh, my love, mother's here."

She stopped crying soon after, falling asleep in your arms.

After a while, you grew restless, desperate for your son to lay eyes on his sister.

Turning to the wet nurse, you requested that she being Lucerys to you.

After a few minutes, a small figure with a head of curls entered the room, hand in hand with his grandmother.

Practically sprinting towards you, he climbed into the bed, twisting his head to get a better look at the baby that lay on your chest.

"She's beautiful, mother," He smiled, "She looks like father."

Looking down at her, you realized she had Jace's eyes, nose, and mouth. The only resemblance she had of you was your skin tone and hair color. It seemed as though he had made her all by himself.

You've got no reason to be afraid

"I'm never going to let anyone hurt her." He said, crossing his arms.

You're on your own, kid

You wish he could've been here to see them. His children. They shared the same love Jace and his brother, Luke, had. But you were on your own.

Lucerys looked up at you, "What's her name, mother?"

"Do you remember what you told me before your father's funeral?"

He shook his head, "No, mother. I was sad."

"You asked if we could name her after your father."

He raised a brow, "Her name is Jacaerys?"

You let out the first smile you had in a long time, brushing your son's hair, "No, my love."

"Then what's her name?"

"Jacyra."

[alchemistc]

Have you already done 25? or 50?

25. senseless

Well my mind went somewhere weird with this and I feel like a tiny amount of context is necessary so here's Matthew Lillard in Senseless (1998)

Buck hasn't stopped staring at the picture since Tommy pulled it up.

It's so at odds with what he'd expected. Nothing like the idea Buck's had in his head of what Tommy's type is.

Tommy shrugs. "Every man has a Matthew Lillard phase. Mine just happened to be when he was leaning in to the alternative shit."

"Did you get your ears pierced because of this movie?"

Tommy's blush reaches his ears. No ones ever called him on that before.

50. accost

The man sidling up on his right is uncommonly pretty. High cheekbones, perfect skin, brown, brown eyes, thick lashes, slim but clearly fit. Tommy raises a brow as he sips at his beer. "Hi," he says, with a smooth as whiskey voice. Five years ago Tommy would have been in an Uber with him in five minutes flat.

"Barking up the wrong tree," Tommy says, and tips his beer across the room, to where Evan and Eddie are having what looks to be a slap fight over rights to play with Maddie in beer pong. He takes a moment to consider that statement, the implication of it, the way that could be read as a little inviting to the more aggressive members of the community. Five years ago he definitely would have considered it, even if he's bad at sharing.

"Shame," the guy says, and parks himself in the seat next to Tommy like he thinks he can change Tommy's mind by hovering.

Evan loses the battle and sends a pouty look Tommy's way, eyes narrowing in on the guy beside him a moment later.

"I know he looks like a golden retriever, but he's got possessive aggression and he fights fires for a living, so you should probably leave."

The guy rolls his jaw in Tommy's periphery. He can see him debating the merits of drawing this out. "Have a nice night," he bites out, and whisks his drink off the bar to trawl elsewhere. Evan gives him a look that typically means he's going to reward Tommy at some point tonight. Like he needs to. He's so fucking gone for this man.

Tommy shifts off the bar, follows the string the always ends up raveling him to Evan, struts his way there and accepts the lingering kiss he presses to Tommy's shoulder as Tommy throws an arm around him. "I have to play with Chim," Evan pouts, and Howie makes a noise of protest from where he's racking solo cups.

"I will play one round with you. Win or lose, it's one round. Choose your round and your opponents wisely."

Evan grins at him like he's never received a greater gift, and Tommy can't even remember what that other guys eye color had been.

send me a number and i'll write you a microfic!

[alwritey-aphrodite]

Summer prompt 16 with Jamie Tartt<3

Sorry this is so late omg

2023 Summer Blurbs

When you first got together with Jamie, you’d expected nothing to come of it. Sure, he was insanely attractive and surprisingly sweet, but you knew of his reputation, knew of the girls he typically dated for a few weeks before some big dramatic split. When he’d called you up again the next week, you’d assumed it would be a physical relationship only.

Instead, he was sweet and caring and payed attention to everything you said, taking you to your favorite small bookshop and carrying around all the books you were interested in without complaint. Unlike the first night you’d spent together, Jamie only kissed you softly at your doorstep before he headed off. It was all you could think about for the rest of the week, and you knew he must have done it on purpose.

Now, months later, you’re snuggled up together on his back porch as you watch the sunset, discussing rug colors for your redesign of the living room.

Jamie is one of those people who has so much love to give, but he often keeps that part of himself tucked away from the world. You’re one of the select few who are able to see him like this, all cozy and happy and debating the pros and cons of every single option even though you know if you’d say you like a certain choice more than others, he’d stop at nothing to make that happen for you.

As much as you know you should focus on what he’s saying, focus on choosing a rug because they’re more expensive than you thought, you can’t help but get distracted by how much you love Jamie. Really, how can anyone expect you to focus when he’s so close to you, when he looks so perfect and happy and comfortable.

You can’t help but gently card your fingers through his hair just to see the way he pushes back into your hand. You can’t help but place a soft kiss on his cheek just to see the way he turns a little pink as if you’ve never touched him before. You can’t help but to scooch impossibly closer just to see the way he holds you a little tighter and places a kiss on the crown of your head before carrying on about rugs.

“I guess we could always ask Roy, Keeley’d make him do it,” he says, and you didn’t realize just how much you weren’t paying attention so you simply hum in response.

“Dani and Colin said they’d help with my boxes,” you add, taking a shot in the dark and hoping you’re talking about the same thing.

“Good, ‘cause Roy’ll be slow since he’s all old and shit,” and you can’t help but to laugh at how Jamie never stops teasing him, even when he’s not around.

The conversation dies off after that, the two of you settling into a comfortable silence and watching as the pinks and yellows change into deep reds and oranges and purples. You don’t know what Jamie’s thinking, but you can’t help to imagine it’s the same thing as you - I’m so lucky to be here with you.

[sincerely-sofie]

Sofiiieeee🥺I miss Twig and Ark. Are they doing okay?

They're being adorable as ever :>

Twig was an early riser. Try as she might to sleep in, she never could outlast the sunrise, no matter how little sleep she got the night before. During the times when insomnia reared its ugly head, that would have spelled disaster for her mood the following day— but she hadn't struggled with more than an occasional bout of restlessness in years. These days, she slept soundly, and she woke refreshed at dawn. 

She stretched out all her limbs while she laid in bed, blinking away the fogginess of sleep before rising. She pulled on a new shawl for the day— one that was all soft sky blues and deep, rich indigos— and slipped out of her room. She checked on Opal like she always did, creaking open the nursery door to peer in and make sure she was okay, and couldn't help the fond smile that found its way onto her face when she saw her baby curled up cozily with a stuffed ekans doll hugged against her. Ark had the worst time putting the thing together, but Opal didn't notice the poor shaping and asymmetric stitches he always worried so much about. She only cared about being able to toddle around with the thing and pretend to feed it during mealtimes. 

Twig closed the nursery door partway, leaving it open just barely so that if Opal started to fuss she'd hear, and then entered the main room. 

Ark was sitting at the dining table, his back to her, with a series of colorful swatches of fabric laid out before him. She leaned over his shoulder to get a better look at the pieces of his latest sewing project, and he leaned back to rest his head against the side of her jaw and sigh.

“Rough night?” She asked, frowning, as her arms came up to hug him. 

He shook his head, and his downy hair tickled at her cheek with the motion. “Not at all. I only find myself debating the right color to base a landscape on. There's so many possibilities… A lighter blue would lend itself well to a misty forest scene, while a rich brown could become a vignette of the same forest’s floor during daylight. I've been in a bit of a stupor of thought at what I should choose.”

Twig leaned forward a bit more to analyze the fabric swatches. Knowing Ark, every last one of them would get used eventually, and he certainly had plans for each of them, but she knew he was always anxious when deciding on which project to do next. It was something he put a lot of emphasis on— almost like he thought he had to choose correctly or it would ruin the subsequent project somehow. She didn't really understand it, but she knew it mattered to him, so she'd do her best to give a good opinion. “How about that darkish purple over there?” She indicated the swatch she meant. “That's a nice one. You could make a pretty wreath design on it, or maybe something with stars and the moon and that kinda stuff.”

He took up the swatch in his hands, stroking a thumb across it as he hummed in thought. “I think I very much like your latter idea. Though I'm afraid I've made far too many similar pieces.”

She shifted to stand at his side and lightly bonk their heads together, rolling her eyes when he turned to her. “You don't tell me that I've made far too many similar pieces when I come home from a walk with another wildflower bundle.” She pressed her forehead to his, and her stern expression wavered into a smile when he leaned into the touch and set a hand on her shoulder to further it. “I know you really like making those embroidery projects about the night sky. You're always smiling when you work on them. Let yourself have a bit of crafting junk food once in a while, man.”

He chuckled, and Twig could just melt at the light, carefree sound. Ark stood from his seat and moved aside his bangs to press a kiss onto the tip of her nose. “How could I refuse my wife’s advice? Very well. I'll indulge in the project.” He smiled as he kissed the crown of her head as well. “Many thanks, Twig. Your counsel is appreciated.”

“Welcome.” She pulled him down for a quick peck of her own, grinning wide when he laughed happily at the affection. Gosh, she loved this guy. “Hey, how about putting that one constellation in your project? The one with that story you told me about how the earth started orbiting the sun?” 

“For you, anything.” He pressed their foreheads together once more and sighed— though this time, it was a sound free from frustration and full of contentment. “Anything and everything, up to and including the very world itself, should you ask for it.”

Twig smiled again. “You're such a nerd, holy frick.” 

“You're the one wearing your shawl inside out.”

“Wh— Oh my gosh, seriously? Holy— that's embarrassing. I didn't even notice.” She hurriedly corrected the mistake, but stopped short of retying the knot securing her shawl when Ark laughed again, fond and soft, shaking his head. “What?”

“Nothing, nothing— just—” He took the corners of her shawl in his hands and flipped it back over, opposite of Twig's righting it, then gingerly tied the knot himself. “It was correct the first time. You'll have to forgive my mischief.”

Twig narrowed her eyes. “Hey, you know how I said you're a nerd?”

“Yes, you say it often.”

“You're a dork, too. And I'm saying that the mean way this time.”

“Understandable. Though I will correct you and say I'm your dork,” he asserted, eyes all crinkled up with his smile. She huffed a laugh. “Yeah, yeah.” He let her pull him down for another kiss. “My dork.”

[my2phetaliaheadcanons]

How would the yandere salty spittoon react to their darling wanting to cuddle with them?

The world outside had long shed its sleepy trance. The foliage had returned and became greener as the previous months' excess moisture evaporated away. Birds sang their summer song as nature embraced its abundance.

Yet, the same couldn’t be said for the hidden home.

It was cold inside. The icy air that left the steel vents forced its way into (Y/N)’s veins and chattered her teeth quicker than a distressed sailor using Morse code. Fog puffed from her mouth as she huffed. A rapid turn on her bare heel caused her to leave the warm window behind her.

(Y/N) stalked through the halls. Glancing toward the rooms she passed for a hint of warmth. In her search, she initially passed the living room, ready to brush it off, but a new basket at the L-shaped couch’s bend stopped her.  

It was wicker texture and dark color, matched the atmosphere of the cage she was forced into. Maybe, (Y/N) thought as she stepped into the living room, he was being merciful. Crawling along the chilled, leather cushions, its uneven surface sunk as she moved across. (Y/N) eyes never left the basket as she reached the furniture's end. Leaning over it, she raised her arm, small shivers caused her to tremble as she peered down at the woven container. Slowly, her hand reached for the lid. Small sparks of hope sparked like fresh embers as she lifted it, but like a sudden blizzard, it was quickly smothered when nothing was found within.

She yelled! A feral sound of frustration as her frozen foot kicked away the basket. 

‘What am I going to do?’ (Y/N) thought as she looked toward her stiff hands. She licked her cracked lips as she flexed her fingers. They had begun to tingle and burn with the first sensation of the incoming numbness. ‘He’s made it so cold.’

Hesitantly, her head tilted upward as she debated between survival and pride.

She knew that the only aid HE would give would be himself. A simple offer of a lighted coal. One that promised survival and care, but that isn't what worried her. It was what it could become.

A passionate wildfire.

One that would blaze as he offered higher prices for simple salvation. The type that melted flesh and harshly numbed nerves, that would leave her wholly reliant on him. Yet, (Y/N) debated, that if she would take the plunge once, she could fight another day. Temporary recover enough to dash. Away from his winterous lair and into the sweet spring. Permanently chasing away the freeze that threatened to render her immobile. That could leave her with no more chances of escape. 

Sighing, (Y/N) stepped off the couch. Her footing was wobbly as she walked toward the stairs. Ready to endure a minor burn, in hopes of escaping the coming blaze. 

Let’s not lie, they are all very happy about the bitter willingness. But each would react a little differently to it.

Canada: In his mind, it’s the first step of submission. The spark that could force her to accept that she needs him to survive. Though, unlike his brother, he’s not going to tease or hold her decision over her head. Instead, he welcomes her with a light hug as he leans back into the large bed. Once they've both settled, Matt tightens the grip of his large arms and smiles against (Y/N)'s head. This is a good first step.

He will probably use this trick again. For Matt, it's a good reinforcer after punishment or something he can use as a reminder of her place. That no matter what, she will eventually be forced to choose him.

After all, there is no one else worthy of her.

Finland: - Niilo’s not gonna make a big deal out of it, despite his joy. Mainly just uttering a sarcastic comment about how (Y/N) should have requested this sooner while pulling her to sit next to him on his office couch.

From there he lets her get comfortable under his arm while he continues about doing his paperwork. If she attempts to snuggle closer, he reciprocates with a small squeeze.

Enjoying the contact while relishing the first steps of securing her as his. Maybe this should be repeated. As needed of course. 

Poland: Piotr is like Niilo, he doesn’t celebrate or mock her submission. Instead, he ignores her. Now, this isn’t him dismissing his darling (Y/N). Instead, he’s forcing her to commit to getting what she wants FROM him.

Especially when she finally breaks to ask, Piotr will already be in bed. He has been sleeping after a night of work and will sleepily stare at her before turning over, lessening the pressure of coming to him for help. Though, never fully falling back to sleep.

That’s when she’ll slip under the blankets. Placing herself back-to-back with him. The shared heat will cause her to drift to sleep, deep enough that she’ll only realize the cuddles when she awakes. A simple way to force contact and make her adjust.

Russia: Viktor happily views her desire for him as the first step in domestication and wants her to know that. So, he’ll make her admit it. Usually by questioning her on why? For weeks now, she’s been nothing more than a fractious cat, why the sudden submission?

This interrogation continues until, in frustration and exhaustion, (Y/N) yells out that she needs him. That without him she risks horrible damage or death.

Only then does he let her into his arms. Ready to soothe away the chill for a time. Before continuing the process of adapting (Y/N) to her new role.

Cuba: Hector’s face won’t change when (Y/N) walks in. When she starts to ask about warmth, he just stares. He waits for her to make her intentions known. As in a full-on blunt statement like “Please cuddle me.” Or “I’m freezing, can I share the ‘only’ blanket in the house with you?”. Once that’s said, Hector will open his arms or lift the blanket letting her get what he’s been withholding.

As she fully settles against his side, his mind can’t help but wonder what other ideas his ‘friends’ have that could get him faster results.