#i'mma do replies in the morn

[pablitogavii]

When the reader is mad at gavi and he just keeps apologizing and it's soo cute?

I told him ten times NOT to leave his shoes everywhere! On top having a horrible day at uni, submitting my project late and fighting with my best friend now I have to deal with this! Just great!

"Pablo! What do we do with training shoes!?" I said but he didn't reply obviously oblivious with his gaming head set on laughing with Pedri about something.

Usually I wouldn't care so much but today was such a bad day and I wasn't having it standing right in front of his screen making him notice me finally.

"Perdon chicos but I have a hot distraction here..dame un besito mi amor!" Pablo smirked reaching for me but then I tossed the shoes right in front of him and walked away making him confused.

"Looks like mi chica had a bad day, gotta go!" he said logging out and following after me into the bedroom seeing me at my makeup vanity taking off my makeup in silence.

"Amor, que pasa? Why are you enojada?" he asked but I was done talking for the night last thing I wanted was to fight with him too.

"Silent treatment don't work with me principesa, I'll make you talk.." Pablo smirked trying to kiss my neck but I pulled away not really in the mood for his little ministrations.

"Princesa porfi habla conmigo.." he said but I really couldn't do that right now so I just walked past him to the bathroom and he followed me like a lost puppy. Poor Pablito...

"Aii at least dame un besito and I'll leave you alone, I promise!" he said pouting and I couldn't resist just pecking his lips and pulling away but before I could his arms snaked around my waist roughly kissing me with passion and I sighed walking away.

He really did leave me shower and change which I appreciated since I needed my space right now. When i came to bed tho I started to miss him..I'm not used to not talk to him about my day, to have him hold me and tell me it's okay and to kiss me goodnight.

"Umm P..Pablito?.." I said not too loud so if he doesn't come, I can just pretend that's because he couldn't hear me.

"Couldn't wait for you to call mi amor! Mi princesa! Mi vida!" he was quickly on the bed pulling me in and I giggled but still decided to act "angry" with him. WHo can be angry with this boy!?

"Aiii no porfi enough with the silence..I wanna hear my girl's pretty voice again..how you call me Pablito..say it.." he said holding my face and I just smiled refusing to talk.

"Amor say it...porfiii" he said nuzzling his face into my neck leaving butterfly kisses and since he didn't shave this morning there was a little facial hair (nothing crazy) that was tickling me so I giggled and that gave him an idea.

"If you don't say it I'mma tickle you till you cry!" he said giving me a moment to talk but when I refused he started tickling my sides pulling me underneath him and I was laughing so hard my chest hurt.

"P..Pablo..st..op..porfavorr" I begged him really feeling tears coming to my eye but he wasn't back away moving closer to my ear to whisper his words.

"That's not my name amor..say..it..right" he said and I couldn't hold it back anymore.

"Pablito! Stop!" I said and he finally let go letting me catch my breath and laying besides me instead.

"Now tell your Pablito why are you enojada with him, Hermosa?" he said and I moved closer hiding my face into his neck and leaving a few kisses there..he smelled like him..like home and I was finally able to relax.

"Long day amor..very long day" I answer and he kissed my head nodding his head and holding me tightly just like he knew I needed.

"And your annoying boyfriend leaving shoes all over the house?" he added and I giggled knowing it was silly as I nodded my head.

"Lo siento hermosa, I put away all my shoes just like you like.."he said and I looked up smiling at his handsome face..he really cared so much about me that it was impossible not to kiss him right now.

"I love you Pablito.." I said as I moved away from the kiss and he smiled nodding his head.

"I know mi vida..and I love you so much..even when you're enojada comigo" he smiled kissing me again before we cuddled up and got some well deserved rest together.

[bandgie]

Hey I saw your requests were open so I figured I’d shoot my shot. Can I request a fic Where Hyunjin really needs to pee and reader is joking around with him while straddling his lap and he keeps warning her that he needs to go but she thinks he’s kidding and he ends up peeing a bit and he feels kinda shy about it so reader tells him it’s okay to just let go while she’s on his lap. Then she starts grinding on him and he gets turned on and they fuck raw for the first time 😁

a/n: oh you're siicckk I love it

warnings: just read the ask man, MDNI 18+, established relationship, under the influence, fem!reader, dom-ish reader, soft dick hyunjin (lets fucken go), fluff mostly, PIV, no protection, come on you should know me by now!

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Maybe drinking wasn't the best idea. You could only imagine the pounding headache that would come in the morning. However, you couldn't manage to care enough as you sat on Hyunjin's warm lap. His hands were lazily placed on your hips, softly rocking them against his crotch.

Another bad idea in getting wasted was that neither you nor Hyunjin had explored each other much. The relationship was still new, but that didn't stop either of you from grinding up against each other late into the night. 

Hyunjin could feel the excitement bubbling in his stomach. The feeling of your plush thighs on his, how your chest was pressed in his face. It sent a thrill down his spine to be this close to you, but there was a familiar pressure in his bladder that ruined the mood.

"Babe," his voice was velvety soft as he spoke. "I gotta piss."

You looked down at your lover. A confused look on your face as you replied, "Now?" He nods, looking at you like a dog who got his bone taken away. "Yes, now."

Rather than getting up, you grab the back of his head and force him between your breasts. He makes a mmf! sound then giggles at your behavior. "Babbeee," he drawls. "I really need to go." His hands tap your ass as an encouragement to get up, but you aren't having it.

"You just don't want to touch me," you pout. The alcohol must be getting to your head. You're not one to deny someone of relieving their bladder. Hyunjin, however, is too drunk to catch onto the playfulness of your tone. "Of course I want to touch you! I'll just go to the bathroom real quick and-"

Hyujin's cut off with a moan as you grind your hips down on him. You rock back and forth, trying to create some friction between the layers of clothes. "You can hold it." It's not a request, but a demand from you. 

He shakes his head, "I really can't. We drank a lot. I'mma piss myself."

This makes you giggle, "Big boys don't pee their pants." You ignore Hyunjin's whines as you lift your hips just enough to remove your skirt. With your white underwear exposed, he can see the small patch of wetness that's accumulated. 

"If you do wanna piss that bad, you can go here," you look down to your bare thighs. Your hands move from the back of his head to the front of his pants. He doesn't protest when you unbuckle his belt, zip down his zipper to pull out his soft cock.

You coo at the sight, grabbing ahold of his dick and running your thumb along the slight. "You really are drunk," you mumble. "Can't even get hard." Hyunjin looks both horrified and aroused. It's your first time seeing his cock, and he's flaccid. You, on the other hand, are beyond ecstatic to see it. 

The warmth of your hand makes his hips jerk upwards. He groans. "Fuck, I'm gonna pee on you."

No matter how many times Hyunjin's warned you, you're still shocked to see a yellow stream emit from his tip. He tried to cover his cock, but you quickly slap his hands away. His piss lands on his jeans, leaking into the material. The warmth seeps onto your thighs, all the way down until your white underwear is stained with a yellow hue.

He moans. Moans when he sees you covered in his pee, his fifth. Hyunjin expects you to jump off his lap and run to the bathroom. He's waiting for your disgusted expression, but he's surprised to see a wide smile on your face. 

You pump his wet cock, drooling. "Fuck it's everywhere. Peed on me like a dog, you're so hot." Some piss leaks from his cock as you stroke him faster. Your underwear sticks to your cunt, but you're certain it's more of his own fluid than yours.

Hyunjin whimpers, "I...You think it's hot?"

The uncertainty in his voice pulls at your heartstrings. Your boyfriend could do anything, and you'd find it endearing. He has you wrapped around his finger, and he doesn't even know it. "I think you're hot," you emphasize. "I need you in me now. I really wanna fuck you."

If Hyunjin was more sober, he would be horrified at the thought of having sex with you like this. He wanted your first time to be romantic. He wanted to take things slow and feel your body on his, completely nude. Still, he can't ignore the delight in how you pull your soaked underwear to the side.

His cock twitches in your hand. After his tinkle, Hyunjin feels himself getting hard in your soft palms. He helps you over his dick with his hands on your waist, slowly lowering you to his length. 

Everything is so easy, so perfect when his tip breaches your walls. There's not an ounce of pain as he fills you up. You shiver and place your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself. "Mmm so good," you moan. "Deeper."

Hyunjin complies eagerly, shoving the remaining inches of his cock. It nestles snugly in your cunt, the head kissing your cervix. As much as you would like to bounce on him, you stay sitting fully on his dick. You want to feel how the curve of him hits every spot within you. How your walls tighten and squeeze around his unfamiliar girth.

It's only when you've begun dripping that you move upwards. A few inches of Hyunjin's length slip out before you slide back down. He slides effortlessly in you, stretching you wonderfully. 

Hyunjin can't decide whether he wants to look at your face or where your bodies connect. He loves watching his cock disappear in you as you ride him, but he also loves your fucked out expression. How your mouth hangs open to moan uncontrollably, the way your nose scrunches when he thrusts his hips upwards, how your eyes look into his so dreamily. 

"Fuck," Hyunjin groans. This might not have been the ideal way he wanted to make love, but he'll forever save the image in his mind. Imprint the feeling of your body on his. He'll immortalize this moment in a painting.

Both of you are too tipsy to properly fuck into each other. Your thrusts are sloppy and they don't match. Sometimes you have to stay hovering while he grinds upwards to you. The sounds of his thighs clapping against the back of yours echo in the house.

You throw back your head when he decides to use you to his liking. He bounces you on his cock like a fleshlight, eyes crazed. With your throat exposed to him, he can't help but lean forward to bury his face into your neck. 

Without warning, he bites down. You cry out from the sensation, feeling his teeth pierce your flesh. The saltiness of your skin settles on his tongue and the primal taste makes his hips move rougher.

A warm sensation builds quickly in your stomach, and you find yourself flooding before you can comprehend it. The familiar pale yellow liquid spurt from your cunt, and sprays all over his lower stomach. 

Hyunjin laughs tiredly upon feeling the liquid stream out of you. He pulls his head back and looks down, seeing the mess. "Looks like I wasn't the only one who needed to go."

You babble incoherently, jumble 'sorrys' and 'don't stop.'

He chuckles again and focuses his attention back on your dripping cunt. The extra warmth and wetness only push Hyunjin closer to the edge. His grip tightens on your hips and he drives into you. His balls tense and his cock twitches, and for a moment he thinks about pulling out. 

But the way you're helplessly letting him use you and looking at him so endearing makes it seem as though you might get upset if he pulls out. So he doesn't, and he buries his cock to the base as he cums inside. 

You thought it was impossible for you to feel wetter, but you're proven wrong. Hyunjin's cum shoots itself deep inside to claim you. You feel gravity pull his arousal down and out of your pussy, dripping onto his thighs and the couch. 

Tiredly, you collapse on his chest. His arms wrap around you and pull you close, peppering your neck and cheek with kisses. Both of you find solace in each other's embrace, giggling and giving open mouth kisses carelessly. It doesn't take long for the cum and piss to get uncomfortable.

Both of you decide a thorough shower is much needed... and maybe another round.

a/n: this was pretty fun to write! little secret for ya'll, men can't piss during sex (unless they have a medical condition) so that's why I had him soft to pee. but tbh we need more skz soft penis appreciation. if you're with me say 'i'

[nowoyas]

darlin' i got your number now - nishinoya yuu/reader

m.list - read on ao3

A/N: I'mma keep it real with you chief it is finals week in my last semester of college and I have a five page paper due saturday I haven't started on but I took the time to bless you with porn instead and advance the noya agenda. you're welcome. my bachelor's degree, at least, will thank me, if no one else will.

Summary: On your day off, you spend some time cleaning and getting caught up in old memories. Your boyfriend gets home from work and helps you make a new one with your old school uniform.

Warnings: SMUT, noya has a senpai kink, he fucks you in your old school uniform, reader is afab and described as having breasts

Word count: 1700+

Four months ago, you moved in with your long-term boyfriend, and you couldn’t be happier. Sure, Noya is… an acquired taste, we’ll say, but he’s bright and sweet and always finds little ways to let you know he loves you. It’s hard to be mad at the mess that now permeates your living space when you wake up in the morning to needy kisses and no room for even a shred of doubt that you are wanted.

That being said, on a day like today—him out at his part-time job, you with no classes or shifts at your own job scheduled—you can’t help but try to fight the mess, just a little bit. An early morning, prodding Noya out the door because no, your landlord won’t accept “I wanted to stay in bed with my beautiful girlfriend” from him as a reason why rent is late, leads to restless looks not just at the piles of clothes scattering the floor, but at the overflowing laundry basket, the disorganized closet, the scattered boxes here and there that you still haven’t gotten around to unpacking. By lunchtime, you’ve made your to-do list and started working down the items on the list—throw in laundry first, tidy up, unpack the shit from your move that still needs to be unpacked so you can get the boxes out of the corner.

Of course, you get distracted. Laundry in the washer and not on the floor means, wait a minute, you can clean the floors now without too much trouble, and long story short, by the time Noya’s shift would be ending, you’re panicking a little because you still haven’t started on the boxes you need to unpack. You fly into the room, grab the first box you find—mementos—and are immediately slapped in the face with nostalgia.

To be fair, this is why you saved unpacking boxes for last.

On the top of the box, in pristine condition, staring back up at you, is your old uniform from when you went to Karasuno.

You’d been a year below Noya, gotten roped into managing the volleyball team. Mostly just gone along with it to have something to do after school, and then gone along with it because hey, their libero was kind of cute and they were overall pretty fun to hang out with. On his last day before he graduated, he’d asked you out, and of course you’d said yes, thrilled to not be losing your beloved senpai to the cruelty of time just yet.

Lost in memories, a little delirious from all the cleaning, your first coherent thought is I wonder if it still fits?

But you don’t get distracted again. You’ve got a lot to get done.

…right?

So anyways, you hear the front door closing and your boyfriend wandering through the apartment just as you’re remarking on the fact that, apparently, judging by the cries of pain the buttons on your chest seem to be making, your boobs have gotten a bit bigger since you last wore this uniform. No matter—you tug on the vest, slide into the blazer as you hear your boyfriend call out to you.

“Did you clean up a little today, baby?”

His voice is getting closer, and you realize, as he opens the bedroom door the rest of the way, that it probably looks a little weird to be standing in the middle of your room, several years out of high school, staring at your reflection in your full-length mirror to appraise your uniform. “Yeah,” you reply, looking at him reflected in the mirror. He’s stood still in the doorway, eyes suddenly wide. “I had the time and it was getting a little cluttered in here. Thought it’d be nice to actually get some of this shit unpacked. How was work?“

His eyes are burning, raking over your body. You guess the skirt is a little too short now—you’ve filled out over the years, and, well, Noya has never really been able to resist you in a short skirt. You can actually see him swallow. “What are you wearing?”

“My old uniform? I found it in one of these boxes and thought I’d see if it still fit me. Answer: not really.”

The next thing you know, you’re being pressed up against the wall, his mouth against yours, and—oh.

He’s hard.

He pulls away just enough to nearly growl against your lips: “Did one of the guys tell you?”

“…no,” you reply, more confused than innocent. “Tell me what?”

“You’re actually just that perfect?” He laughs, sounding delirious. He captures your lips again, needy as his hands come to rest on your hips. “Amazing.”

“Noya, baby, you’re gonna have to give me a little context for what’s got you so revved up,” you tease. “What’s going on in that empty head of yours?”

He kisses you breathless before he’s willing to answer. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about fucking you in this uniform.”

Oh.

You laugh, rest your forehead against his shoulder as your own shake with laughter. “Okay, I’ll bite. How many times?”

“Think every time I saw you in it?” He presses open-mouthed kisses against your exposed neck, urgent as he intersperses little nips here and there. You try not to gasp or wriggle too much at the ministrations—it’s more fun when he thinks he has to work harder to get you as worked up as he is.

Your hand winds into his hair, dropping your head back to let him access you a bit better. “Every time? I was being so innocent, working hard for the volleyball club and looking up to you, and you were thinking about fucking me? You’re such a pervert, senpai.”

The fingers gripping your waist twitch, and then he’s biting you properly with a growl.

“Thought about you calling me that while I did it, too.”

You’re learning so much today, you realize with a swoop in your stomach.

You drag a hand down his chest, find his hard-on with practiced ease. “We can arrange something, I think.”

He hisses at the touch, rolls his hips into your hand. “Fuck.”

Noya grabs your wrist, gentle but unyielding, and pins both against the wall with the one hand. His other slides up, under your vest, searching for the buttons at your chest. He pauses when he finds them—it takes almost no effort to slip his hand in to grope you over your bra. “You didn’t even bother buttoning the top?”

“Doesn’t fit anymore,” you gasp out when he runs a thumb over your nipple. Damn thin t-shirt bras. “It was buttoned, at least.”

“Uh huh.”

He pulls back, releases you just enough to tug the vest off, flinging it somewhere in the room and putting you properly on display for him, buttons undone so he can easily access your tits. He leans down, pulls one out of both bra and half-unbuttoned shirt just so he can tease you with his mouth.

He grows impatient before long—wandering hands snake beneath your skirt, grope your ass hurriedly only to swipe over your panties. Noya groans into your flesh. “You’re so wet already.”

“Well, someone came home and decided to ruin me—“

“Oh, I’ll ruin you, alright,” he declares. In the next moment—he was always too fast—he’s on his knees, pressing his nose against your clothed sex and inhaling.

See, that’s another thing you like about him.

He’s such a pervert.

He takes the chance to mark up your thighs, lathes his tongue over your wet panties instead of taking the time to at least pull them aside.

“You’re so perfect,” he breathes. “So fucking gorgeous. Look at this. Look at you.” This time, he pulls your panties to the side to plant his mouth on your pussy and suck harshly at your clit. You whine, tug at his hair.

“N-Noya—“

“You already know what to call me,” he chides. His head is buried under your skirt—two fingers dip into your sex and begin to frantically pump.

“Fuck—senpai—“

“God, I can’t take it. I’m sorry, you’re too perfect, I—“

And there’s the athleticism rearing its head, because he’s got you underneath him and on the floor in two seconds flat, grinding his cock against you in desperation. “You’re going to have to wear this again for me, beautiful. Need you to. I’ll literally die if you don’t.”

Whatever response you were going to give catches in your throat—it takes him no time at all to get his dick out, pull your panties aside, and slide into you in one sharp thrust.

“You’re so good. Such a sweet little kouhai. Used to feel so bad about it—other girls were pretty, but I couldn’t stop thinking about pulling you into the equipment storage and lifting that short little skirt—“ he grunts as he sets his pace.

You whine. Before long, you can’t help but wrap your legs around his waist, clinging to him any way you can just to stay in your body with the way he’s fucking you breathless.

“—think every time you called me “senpai” it took me at least fifteen minutes to recover—“

“Senpai,” you respond, more a moan than an attempt to say anything coherent, and his hips stutter.

“Yeah, like that,” he laughs. “Exactly like that.”

“Fuck—please, senpai, harder—need you—“

He growls again, arms shaking as he drills into you. It’s all you can do to keep holding on, keep whimpering into his ear while he has his way with you. When he cums, it’s harder than you’ve seen him cum in a long time, pulling out of you just to paint hot ropes across your now fully-askew uniform. He reaches between you, rubs at your clit frantically until you see stars.

When you’re both satisfied, he collapses face-first into your tits, winds his arms around your waist. Mumbles something you cannot begin to comprehend with your head still spinning.

“Love you, senpai,” you mumble back.

The arms around your waist tighten. He lifts his head just enough to be comprehensible. “If you’re going to keep calling me that, I’m going to have to demand a round two.”

“Next time, I’ll try to find your old jersey.”

That comment earns you a few more rounds and the decisive undoing of all the cleaning you’d gotten done today.

Worth it.

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[waddei]

Is there a reason why your AU Tommy doesn't talk? Like did something happen that made him go mute or did he randomly decide to just stop talking one day?

I've touched on this before but I'mma go in a bit more detail this once

it sorta all began when he was 8 and his parents died (not what made him stop talking, bear with me)

he was very heartbroken and couldnt understand how every one of his classmates and friends acted like nothing had happened when his entire world was collapsing, this led to him being angry at all of them, snapping at them and very much cutting ties (not the fault of the other kids, they very much tried to help him but being so young they didn't really understand how and just kept trying to drag him to play)

after the school year ended tho him and Wilbur had to move from their town to the city where their grandmother and aunt lived (both where underage, their aunt moved to their house for a couple of months until they finished school)

tommy was furious about this, absolutely furious. he had little relationship with them before and now refused to talk to the two completely, it started out of spite but then everyone involved sorta gave up trying to get him to listen and just.. stopped talking to I'm directly, or at least stopped expecting an answer

the same happened at his new school, he refused to make friends or talk to anyone as a form of protest, he didn't want to live here he didn't want to know this people and ideally he'll be far away from this place by the end of this week.

all of his classmates lost interest and just accepted that he was an antisocial weirdo and moved on. even though he went to that school for 5 years (until Wilbur was 20 and they moved back) he never bothered to shake off that reputation, growing up mostly apathetic to those around him

<- worth mentioning that he was really depressed during this time and moving to an unfamiliar place with ppl he didn't care about after losing his parents did the opposite of helping

by the time they had moved back that was kinda who he was already, it felt like too much of an effort to change and he was scared to do so too, moslty not knowing what else he could be (can't really go back to being 7 at 13)

Wilbur was always sorta an acception to the rule, he became kinda the only person he would talk to and while he was honored he was also really worried for him. time passed and even though he still technically talked to him it exclusively when spoken to and he replied in as short of a sentence as he could

it breaks his heart really but he knows tommy doesn't like to be pitied so he's "normal" about it

he desperately wishes he could help but nowdays he's swamped with work and can't really afford a therapist (not that he thinks tommy would like that, he got offered going to therapy while they where in the city and did not like the idea at all)

that's why he's so excited that tommy has a friend now! even if he's weird and also antisocial! I haven't released it yet cus it's not done but Im writing smt from Tommy's pov set the morning after the murder where he kinda spills to Wilbur that he has a friend

[definesanity]

Where Gods Cast Not Their Gaze|ezaG riehT toN tsaC sdoG erehW

Loved your idea @hammerbonk, i'mma EXPAND :3

Regulus couldn't stop thinking about it. About Oneself's suitcase.

Oneself put so much care into propping her up against the wall, and she looked content... what happened, in her final moments?

She got out of her room, and sighed. Curse morbid curiosity...!

She found Oneself quite easily, the tall woman sitting down and reading a book without a cover.

"Heeeeeeeey, Oneself!" she greeted awkwardly.

Oneself looked up, and nodded at her. "Regulus. I hope you're well after...?"

"What? Oh, pssh, of course! Gonna need a bit more than that to scare this Pirate!" disregarding how she had never pissed so much afterwards in all of her life.

"...You want to go in again." Oneself replied.

Regulus paused, trying to come up with an excuse, but Oneself beat it to her.

"...I only ask that I and another go in with you. I'd rather you not to be terrified again."

"I wasn't--!" Regulus coughed into her hand. "...Oh, fine... who on earth would want to join, though?"

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"Thanks again, Matilda."

Matilda smirked in reply to the captain. "Hmph! Normally, I wouldn't have bothered. But, since today was going slow, I thought, why not join, no?"

Oneself had returned after a moment, carrying her suitcase. The colours have faded, the paper was peeling off and seemed to be breaking in parts.

She opened it, and everyone entered.

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The lobby was bathed in morning light.

"It used to be so pretty..." Oneself commented. "...But, no longer."

Regulus was already getting the chills from the place. It just seemed so... off.

Matilda cleared her throat, and Regulus could see a slight tremor in her hands. "So! Where... where is I?"

Oneself gestured them to follow. They walked down familiar, but not familiar, corridors, and ended up in front of Matilda's room.

"...Shall we?"

Regulus nodded. "Anytime you're ready, mate."

Oneself opened the door, and the three entered. She closed the door behind her, turned on the light, and Matilda gave a gasp.

Oneself's version of Matilda was propped on to the table, a crystal ball in her hand, and her cradling it, leaning on to it. Just the right hand, as her left arm seemed to have been burnt.

Her face, too, had deep burns to it, and her eyes was closed, if if she was in the middle of meditation.

"...A-Ah, yes, I just remembered, I need to see... Miss Druvis III, yes, goodbye--!" Matilda said this quickly, and left just as quickly, leaving Oneself and Regulus alone, with Oneself's Matilda.

"...I do not blame her for that." the tall Timekeeper mused to themselves. She turned to Regulus. "Are you okay?"

"Nope!" she cheerfully replied. At the strange look, Regulus' face fell. "I mean, i think I'm numb to it at this point... which reminds me, how come...?"

Oneself held their hands together in front of them, the long, bony fingers moving like a spider, or those guys from old movies. "...It was the least I could do. I could never bring myself to bury them, as... I did not want them away from the suitcase itself."

Regulus... honestly, could not blame her. While less morbid, she, too, would have liked to have her friends around in her final moments of life.

There was one more thing, though...

"Say... how did I...?"

Oneself smiled, wistfully. "With a smile on your face, and a kiss on your lips. It was Regulus' last request, after all."

[extralively]

I'm reading the latest chapter rn, and you're getting my knee-jerk reaction and insane rambling because I need to gush rn 😭 I can't help myself.

I AM CRYING 😭😭😭 Crying and cheesing 🥹...

I think I'm going crazy.

THIS REALLY IS THE PERFECT CHAPTER THAT WRAPS UP THEIR GETTING BACK TOGETHER ARC

It's not helping that I'm listening to music rn too, and I want to infect you with my musical SatoYura brainrot too 😭

Your writing did this to me 🥹

Morning, his place Burnt toast, Sunday You keep his shirt He keeps his word And for once, you let go Of your fears and your ghosts

One step, not much But it said enough You kiss on sidewalks You fight and you talk One night he wakes Strange look on his face Pauses, then says, "You're my best friend" And you knew what it was He is in love ❤️‍🩹

Okay, I'mma stop~ 🤭

The rest of my ramblings will resume in your AO3 comments section 😆😝

eheheHEHE I do enjoy some live reactions, as much as I enjoy reading the longer comment afterwards (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

(which I've actually already done lmao, I really should start replying to the AO3 comments sooner instead of right before I post a new chapter a whole week later! I swear I read and squeal over all the comments the moment they're posted (´つヮ⊂) )

...Also about the song, the 'You fight and you talk' part is now more relevant than ever, because they're actually communicating now!! imma cry but also thank you ᕕ(ಢ_ಢ)ᕗ ♪♬

[snakegorl212006]

Chapter 10

 Night fell and we head back to the bounty. The ninja trained as I stayed in my room then I heard something. I head out of my room i saw Wu and a guy with four arms. He's kinda scary but he had something familiar about him "this is not about the golden weapons it's about my son" he said then i made the connection. So that's Lloyd's dad.

 I went back to my room and just slept on it. The next morning it was cloudy but I was alarmed by Lord Garmadon in front of my door "so. Your the snake my brother talked about" he said and i just nod "you did the best you could. I need you to continue to stay by his side" he continued as he left. I sighed about how he isn't mad at me. I left to the bridge where wu asked about the fangblade "oh thanks to Angela we currently have the first two fangblades but there's still two left" Jay said "we still need to get them all so the Devourer will not be released" I add "any luck about there whereabouts " Wu asked then i reserved a flash within a volcano there a fangblade stands in a platform over lava. Then i was brought back "it's in a volcano" i spoke "what what" Jay asked "northwest from here" i continued. After a few days and kai antagonizing Garmadon because he thinks he's the green ninja. Finally we reached the volcano and I went with the ninja dispute the protest. I head in first to see the snakes digging up the blade i turned invisible and sneaked in as the ninja wu and Garmadon was spotted as they fought the ninja and some snakes escaped the volcano became unstable so i took the opportunity to knock the blade out as Lloyd was saved by Garmadon. I saw Lloyd fell and i grabbed the blade and landed were Lloyd was "Angela you need to go" Lloyd said "not without you. I would never forgive myself if I just left you here for a fangblade" i said then Kai came to help us "you two carry each other " kai said and i held on to Lloyd for dear life. Then the volcano exploded. When my eyes closed but i felt nothing but warmth. The heat was converting and calming. I opened my eyes to see kai who unlocked his true potential and we were flying to the bounty and we landed. "Now the scores 3:0. And Lloyd is safe" kai said as he ruffled my hair. Later we all discovered that Lloyd was the green ninja but it means that he had to go against his own father. The following evening everyone was discussing how to get the last fangblade and we new that the snakes were traveling underground. In the morning the ninja nya and Wu were going in the cave while me Garmadon and Lloyd stayed behind. I stayed in my room looking at the fangblades. Then Lloyd came busting in "Angela I need your help. The ninja are in danger and we need to infuriate and save them" Lloyd said and I nod "where's your father" i asked as i hid the fangblades around the bounty "oh i umm.. made him go away " he said "i would argue with you but we don't have time" i replied ask I grabbed his hand and we head on the mountain of one million steps. We finally made it with a few bumps "Lloyd you'll be the distraction. I'mma try to get the fangblade and the Ninja. You can do this, I believe in you" i said as I turned invisible.

[the-down-upside-finch]

Find the Word (Tag Game)

DOING ANOTHER ONE BECAUSE I CAN! Ping-ponging off of @k-v-briarwood's post, my words this time are proud, glass, shine, and young.

This time I'mma use my WIP, Stained Integrity! (Managed to keep it relatively spoiler-free with a few minor tweaks haha) Here we go:

Proud

“You should get some sleep while you can,” Clover said. “No, no—I need to keep watch in case--” “I thought you trusted the crew.” “Trust has nothing to do with it, my dear.” Laurie made his way to the door. “I’ll be all right. I’ve gone without sleep before.” “That’s not something you should be proud of.” “Did I say that I’m proud of it?” Laurie’s fingers brushed over the door handle. “Really, my dear—you worry too much.” “I worry too much?” A laugh escaped Clover. “You’re the one that’s about to stay up all night because you’re worried something bad will happen!” “…Touché.” Laurie lightly chuckled. “I’ll see you in the morning, darling.” “Don’t you dare walk out of this room.”

Glass

“Oy—what’s this fuss about accents?” Myrna scoffed, coming up from behind LeRoy. “Just listen to him!” the lady cried, pointing at LeRoy. “That unrefined commoners’ talk has no place here!” LeRoy looked like he’d been slapped. “LeRoy,” the prince started to say. “Now see here--” Myrna began at the same time. LeRoy abruptly got to his feet. “You don’t want me here? Fine.” He picked up his other drink and knocked it back, noisily slamming the empty glass on the table as he set it down. “I don’t feel like putting up with your kind of shit right now—so it’s your lucky day.” With that, he pushed in his chair and strode toward the exit.

Shine

“How,” Ser Hunter said to Myrna, “in Stell’s name did you make that happen?” He gestured across the ship towards the prince and metalsmith’s lively conversation. “Simple,” Myrna replied. “I told Blondie to ask the prince about frogs.” “Oh, of course—why didn’t I think of that?” Ser Hunter chuckled. “He really took a shine to His Highness, despite his… temperament, didn’t he? But still—I hope you warned that commoner what he’s in for.” “Will you stop with your ‘that commoner’ nonsense?” Myrna scoffed. “I’m sure he would prefer that you use his name.” “Myrna.” Ser Hunter stifled a sigh. “I’m just calling a spade a spade. He’s a commoner. Or would you rather I call His Highness by his name, too?” “That’s different—and you know it.” “No, I really don’t see how it’s any different.” Ser Hunter folded his arms. “You call His Highness ‘the prince’ and I call the lowborn ‘the commoner.’ Now, tell me how those two things are different.”

Young

“What exactly are you implying, Dame Starspear?” Captain Lael quietly said. “I’m implying nothing,” she replied. “But I’m telling you that there is a high likelihood that someone was nearly murdered on the night of Stell’s Rise.” “Someone nearly was murdered,” Ser Blaine spat, rising to his feet. “There is a young woman lying unconscious in her chambers, being tended to by our best healer, right now, as we speak.” “Oh, goody,” Master Malina sarcastically said, rolling her eyes. “I was hoping that would be the case.” “Your foreign sense of humor is not one that we appreciate,” Ser Blaine snapped. “Well, I don’t particularly care what you think,” Master Malina breezily responded. “What is the nature of the injuries that the young woman sustained?”

Do I get extra points for the doubles? /j

Aaaannnd I'mma tag (with no pressure!) @card-queen, @lordcatwich, @maskedemerald, @da-na-hae, @fire-but-ashes-too, and leave the tag open for anyone else that wants to join! (If you wanna ping-pong this back, @k-v-briarwood, you are totally welcome to, but I won't make you haha)

I'll give you guys the words snap, slump, deny, and moment!

[bccksmarts]

Morning!! I'm awake and not looking forward to work, but at least I can do stuff here tonight uvu

I'mma be working on some ship tags before I head out today so reminder if you'd like some to let me know!! I think replies might be fixed now as I can see some but who knows at this point lmao

[venombloom]

Good morning. So! I've cleaned up Daisy's bio a bit, got a few more icons made, and started on a verses page. All the links in my pinned are good to go as well!

I've got a couple of things to do reply wise but in the meantime, I'mma try and send out asks and interact with new people but if you wanna leave a lil something in my ask box go for it or hit me up if you're interested in talking dynamics!

[dribs-and-drabbles]

Still in tumblr jail (shadowbanned - if that's really a thing and not just a glitch in the matrix)

Just trying to channel Porsche and meditate my way through this frustration.

[spikedsoul]

maid's worst nightmare - ch 21

back already with another chapter! just some good fluff this time. bowser is a sleepy southern man, fight me

previous chapters

@sovereign-of-succ

You stirred a little as you slowly came back from the world of sleep; it had been ages since you slept that well, and you weren't really keen on the fact that your body was forcing you to wake up. Waking up meant you'd have to leave the cozy warmth you were nestled into and the comforting weight on your chest. Even the warm air that was rhythmically brushing across the side of your face was nice, even though it smelled a little like–

Right, like ash and burnt logs. You turned your head to the side and cracked an eye open, taking in Bowser's sleeping face; he'd ended up on his stomach, again, face angled toward you. He looked almost adorable while he slept…

You forcibly kept your thoughts in check before they went too off the rails. To distract yourself, you reached a hand over to pet his snout, and realized that the weight on your chest was actually his arm, draped over you in a defensive manner.

Oh boy. Did Ludwig talk to him yesterday, too? Had Bowser caught feelings? Well, obviously he liked you enough to want you to visit, but how deep did that run?

You sighed softly to yourself, tracing the curves of his muzzle with your hand and enjoying the feeling of the bumpy but soft scales beneath your fingers. As much as you hated nebulous feelings and thoughts, it wasn't like you could do anything about them but wait and see what happened. Either he fell for his captive, or not. And you'd either fall for your captor because he treated you like a person that mattered, or not. You liked him just fine but you weren't sure about anything beyond that.

You'd be okay just being friends. Hopefully.

As you pet him, the king koopa tried to nuzzle into your hand, the tip of his tongue poking out between his teeth in an unconscious bliss. You couldn't help a warm smile; that was much more endearing than it needed to be but goddamn was it adorable. The mighty king of chaos, reduced to a happy blep at your touch. A fuzzy, warm feeling nestled its way into your heart at the thought.

After a few minutes, Bowser finally inhaled and let out a long, rumbling sigh, his eyes slowly drawing open as he returned to consciousness. His inner eyelids took a moment to slide out of the way, but when they did he locked his sleepy gaze with yours.

"Mornin'," he mumbled gruffly.

"Morning," you returned softly, making yourself hold his gaze. You were glad you did because a moment later his eyes closed again, meaning you didn't have to feel bad about looking away. "...Sleep okay?"

"Better'n usual."

You looked up at the ceiling, nodding; you weren't sure where it came from, but you kinda liked how his accent seemed thicker.

"You?" He shifted to lightly press his nose against your cheek.

Very briefly, you considered not being honest, but immediately chided yourself for even thinking that. Bowser deserved better from you, especially after pulling you out of the worst terror you'd ever had.

"Same, actually," you murmured, rubbing the top of his nose gently.

The two of you let silence settle between you. It was comfortable, natural, almost relaxing if your brain wasn't trying so desperately to overthink things. A few long moments passed before Bowser shifted again, this time setting his chin on your chest, his arm now across your thighs.

"You're like a giant needy dog," you mumbled, eyes flicking to look at him. Though his eyes were still closed, he had a smug smile stretching his lips back. Without looking at you, he brought his other arm up and around to start combing his claws through your hair like the night before; you didn't have any complaints, quietly soaking in the comfort.

"Never had a lazy mornin' like this so I'mma enjoy it how I want," he replied. His tail lightly pulled at the covers as it flicked. "And since I'm a king, I get what I want."

"Cocky bastard," you chuckled, "you sure it has nothing to do with intentionally squishing my boobs?"

He snickered quietly. "They just built-in pillows so might as well make use of 'em since you clearly wasn't." He rubbed his chin against your chest for emphasis and you squeaked indignantly.

"King Bowser Koopa, it's too early for this weird shit!" You had no idea if he had a full name so you just did your best with what you knew. He only cackled softly, though, and opened an eye to look down at you as you reached up to grab a horn.

His lip curled up and over a few fangs in a sneer aimed down at you, but you didn't miss the amused look hidden in his eyes. "Careful, sweetheart. I ended up likin' that li'l shake ya gave me a bit too much," he purred; it practically rattled your ribs since he was basically on you. You… didn't entirely hate it.

Although your cheeks tinted pink, you rolled your eyes at him. "Of course you did. On a totally different note that isn't vaguely sexual, what are my chores today, your royal neediness?"

"Hmm…" He sighed heavily in thought, closing his eye again in a clear sign that you wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon. "Check on the kids after breakfast, then I guess keep fixin' my clothes. Nothin' else too urgent. Got an hour or so before that, though, so I hope you comfy."

"I'm gonna be stuck here for another hour?" you whined, feebly pushing at his head.

He grinned wickedly. "Unless ya want help with that bath 'n massage…"

"Oh, uh, suddenly I feel like I'm made of lead, so I'm okay to lay here until feeling returns to my limbs, thanks."

He snickered as he nuzzled you gently, but at least didn't keep pushing. It had yet to dawn on you that he was flirting, or else you probably would've had a stronger reaction to everything that had just happened.

You were still content to convince yourself he was just trying to get a rise out of you instead of being serious.

It was more comfortable that way.

Another silence fell, just as comfortable as the other one. You let your eyes close again as you slid your hand from his horn to his mane, fingers threading through those silky locks. Honestly, this was really nice - whatever happened, it seemed you both had each other now to turn to for comfort.

You'd been starting to suspect that like you, Bowser had been a little touch starved, hence why he seemed so needy this morning. But you didn't mind. It was kinda nice to be needed and wanted by someone you knew wouldn't hurt you. You'd only known the man four days but you would absolutely put your life in his hands. He'd proven to you twice already that he was serious about protecting you from Rodney, even if one of those times was just a night terror.

And, even though he enjoyed teasing you, he'd largely kept to his word about not getting too physical, or if he did he'd backed off quick enough before you were actually uncomfortable. Despite being a villain, he seemed like a genuinely good man to you, if a little conceited because of his kingly status.

Although you weren't keen to break the spell, something nagging at your brain had to be clarified. “Can I ask you something?” you asked softly.

He hummed softly in sleepy, cozy curiosity.

“You’ve called me ‘sweetheart’ three times now, but why?”

He sighed, but didn’t even open his eyes. “Gotta call ya somethin’, right? And since you refuse to give anyone your real name, ‘sweetheart’ it is.”

Well, alright. That was a pretty decent reason, and you couldn’t help a little grin. Maybe someday you’d tell him, but for now it was getting pretty funny to see how many names you could rack up.

Bowser chuffed and tucked his nose right up against your neck - you could still feel it twitching as he sniffed. This was probably the happiest, or at least most content, you’d been around him, so you weren’t totally surprised that he wanted to smell you (as weird as it was). No doubt it was some sort of fresh air from your fear, so to speak.

“Ya smell so sweet when you happy,” he said softly.

“You say the strangest things to me,” you smiled, but took the compliment. Compliment? Sure, compliment. You forcefully ignored how his lips brushed your neck when he spoke.

“Well, get used to it, darlin’. Just ‘cause you can’t smell it with your pitiful nose don’t mean it ain’t true.” He chuckled softly, another soft tug of the blankets alerting you to another tail flick. “Now hush. Still got a li’l while before breakfast and I wanna doze.”

[frannyzooey]

The immaculate Fog 1960's vibe of this photo. How he stares into nothingness, surrounded by people yet all alone— and the only person he feels connected to is the voice he hears over the line.

I'mma see myself out.

Marcus Moreno x f!reader, The Fog Universe

--

When the ring shrills through your office, the sound startles you and you immediately pick up the phone upon reflex - or maybe just to get it to stop.

"Hello?" Your answer is a distracted one, your attention already being pulled back to the documents you were reviewing.

"Hey."

You straighten at the sound of his voice. It's an unconscious thing, the response your body has to it and you listen more intently than you were before, forgetting the intel in front of you. "Hey. Wait --," you frown at your watch, checking the time. "Aren't you supposed to still be at the party? You weren't scheduled to call me for another two hours." You lean forward in your chair, elbow on the desk and you clutch the phone to your ear. "Is everything okay, are you--"

He chuckles through the receiver, low and throaty, the sound of the party in the background. "Yea, it's okay. I'm okay." There is a pause, a beat, a sigh. "I just -- I just needed a break for a minute. Thought I would see what you were up to."

"Marcus," you warn, a teasing lilt to it, "I'm working. Like you're supposed to be right now. Did you already make contact with ---"

He cuts you off, a sharp inhale on his end in frustration. "Yea, I did. I'll tell you about it later. Say - didn't you see a movie last night? How was it?"

You smile at the change of subject, leaning back in your office chair and tucking your stocking feet underneath you. "Nice change of subject. I did, actually. It was good."

He listens as you tell him the plot, wishing more than anything he could be in your office with you right now or at the movie with you last night or -- really, anywhere but here.

When you stop and he's still silent, you wonder if the connection dropped, but you can still hear people in the background. "You still there?" you ask softly, twirling the cord around your finger.

"I'm here," he replies. "I was just thinking about how it would be to go see that movie with you. It would be nice, huh?"

He's slumped over a column of wall in the house on the second floor, watching the clumps of people below him with the phone a cradle between his ear and shoulder and a sudden wave of weariness washes through him.

He pictures you, (which is funny, because how can a man picture a woman he's never seen before) small and pretty with your arm threaded through his as you wait in line together under a flashing marquee. He wants to be there, in that imaginary world, and not here with these tiresome, rich people with their endless secrets. He doesn't want to absorb those anymore - he wants your secrets.

What books you like, what movies, what shows. What do you do in your spare time, what your smile looks like in dim lighting over drinks, what it looks like in the morning. He sighs.

"Yea, that would be nice," you reply gently, your heart soaring at the thought of something that will probably never happen. Worry worms into your mind, overshadowing the pleasant thought of him on a date with you. 

"Are you sure you're okay, Marcus? You know, I know this has been a long trip but --," checking the calendar on the wall next to your desk, "--- you should be done in a couple days. Maybe when you come home, we can go see that movie? Finally meet in real life?"

He smiles, a sad one that lifts the corner of his mouth. He knows it probably won't happen, but it's a thought that will get him through the rest of this night; this trip.

"That would be great. I already can't wait."

[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

¤°~Let's Meet The Newbies?~°¤

"[Name]!" Yuki calls out to the female, who was sleeping in their plain room compared to miss protagonists. "Mhm, what's the haps' dudette.." The taller girl slurs out sleepily, her eyes still closed. "It's morning already, we have to get ready." The brunette whispers softly like a mother, shaking her friend gently.

"Ugh.." [Name] groans, finally sitting up. "Alright I'm up, no need to shake me like a blind bag." Yuki smiles at the fellow human, then the girls eyes peer at her friends pajamas. Surprised at the plainess of it, heck now that she looked around the other girls room.

It was a lot less dazzling than her own.

Yuki frowns a bit, she kinda thought all the guests room looked the same. Guess she was wrong.

"Are you waiting for a strip show or something? Cause if you want that your gonna have to-" Yuki squeaks at the idea and jumps off the bed. Her face aflame at the thought. "No! I just- I didn't!!" The gal sequels out like a mouse.

"... Pft!" The other human giggles, grasping Yuki's arm and pulling her into a headlock. Ruffling the brunettes straight hair into a frumpy mess. "I'm just messin'! But if you do want that sorta thing, ask Asmo. I bet he'd be down." [Name] replied thoughtfully. Yuki, finally having enough of the other humans teasing, nudges herself out of the headlock and grabs [Name]'s head pillow. Hitting the girl with fury.

After a the small pillow war, Yuki leaves to go fix up her crumpled state. Leaving the battle field as [Name] laughter follows her out.

-

Stretching her limbs out, a yawn escaped [Name]'s mouth. Descending down the many hallways of R.A.D. Uncaring if her fellow human was with her. Knowing fully well that the brown haired human had a slightly different class schedule than her. "Oh, it's you." Pausing in her foot-steps, [Name] saw the person who spoke to her.

"Hey, Rapheal. What's up?" The human asked with a cheesy smile. The angel stares at [Name] with confusion written on his blank face. It finally clicked on why he was staring at her like that. "Ooohh, your used to two humans. Not one. Welp sorry to burst your bubble. But I'm a single pringle at the moment."

Rapheal nodded, though he didn't seem down casted. Actually, from what [Name] could tell he looked pretty elated from her words. "If you want, you can wait for Yuki after her class. She'll be.. Uh, thrilled!"

The human stated, watching the angel like a hawk for any movement. But, the guy just kept staring before he stood beside [Name]. "Are you heading to class?" Rapheal asked. "Nah, I'mma' skip-" before the rest of her sentence came out, a loud and bubbly voice interrupted her.

"YO! If it isn't less average human!" Thirteen exclaimed, standing in front of the two. "Heya, what's shaken' bacon!" [Name] said, revelling in the chaotic energy as they do finger guns. Thirteen smiles devilishly, coyly giggling.

"Heh, not much, sayyy, where might you be heading?"

"Away from here." Rapheal said for [Name] bluntly.

Before Thirteen could snap back, Mephistopheles decided to join into the fray. "Fancy seeing you here, [Name]."  "Hey Mr. Gossip. What's on the agenda today?" The purple haired male chuckles at the nickname.

"I was thinking if you'd liked to do a small one-on-one interview with me for the R.A.D Newspaper club. "What's it like being a human in Devildom?" What do you say?" His green eyes kept her in place, waiting for her answer.

"Uh, yeah no. But I'm sure Yuki wouldn't mind. She'd love a interview, also she's a human too!" The radical human deflected easily.

Before any words were spoken further, [Name] started to back away from the new dateables. "You know what, I'm gonna uses the little humans room. 'Scuse me." Courageously walking forward like a bad bitch, than ran after they thought they were out of sight.

Thirteen vs Yuki!

"She's my best friend!" "She's my gal pal!

(Ta-Da! This was inspired by [The Idiot (Yandere! Obey Me x Reader)] It's so good check it out! If y'all are wondering yes I'll write more for Obey Me.)

[amchara]

Effortless (Or, the time Kit almost earned an A-Level) - Chapter One

So... exactly a year ago today I posted the final chapter of this fic to Ao3. I'm still quite proud of it and I've realised I've never posted it to tumblr. So I'mma gonna do so over the next couple of weeks, albeit in slightly more digestible wordcounts (7,000 word chapters are a bit long, I've since come to realise 😂).

And once that's done- I should hopefully have the first couple chapters of the sequel ready! 👀

Note: This fic starts in mid-2013, picking up Kit's story shortly after Ghosts of the Shadow Market's Forever Fallen short story. You can definitely read it without having read Forever Fallen but there are nods to it throughout.

As it was written and finished in early August 2021, it's not canon-compliant with Secrets of Blackthorn Hall but... at the same time, it's not a million miles off and as I'm posting the chapters here on tumblr, I am making small tweaks so it's closer to canon, or- as much as it can be. Unlike Cassie... I chose to give Kit friends that we actually see him interact with. 😂

Summary: After moving to England to live with Tessa and Jem, Kit ends up attending a local sixth form college alongside his Shadowhunter training.

Featuring- a charming but slightly broken Kit, typical teen drama, mundane friendships, pop culture references, Carstairs-Gray family moments, a rotating cast of our favourite Shadowhunters as guest tutors and of course, some unacknowledged pining for one Ty Blackthorn.

Wordcount: 4,039 words

Rating: Teen, no content warnings for this chapter

Read on Ao3

or One / Two / Three / Four / Five / Six / Seven (completed fic) 

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Chapter One: Twilight, Cows and College

(August-September 2013)

Kit looked at the squat brown-brick building in front him, and then back at Tessa. She caught his eye, her mouth quirking up.

“So, is this where I give you the pep talk?” she asked. “As you know, I never attended myself, and James got expelled fairly quickly from the Academy-- so I’m not sure I have all that much wisdom but we can give it a try.”

“Nope, not at all,” said Kit, unbuckling his seatbelt, and grabbing the bag at his feet. “I’ll be fine.”

“Of course you will,” Tessa replied, a fond note creeping into her voice and Kit ducked his head, embarrassed but pleased at the trust she had in him.

Mina gurgled happily in the backseat, and Kit looked back at her with a smile.

“Don’t worry, I’m a Herondale, a Shadowhunter, a former Shadow Market vendor and… probably should have a minor criminal record if we’re honest. I think I can handle a British high school,” Kit said with a winning grin, as he opened the car door.

“Bye Min-Min, bye Tessa,” he said. He leaned into the door. “I also know about the bet Jace and Jem made about how long I would last and-” he smiled even wider. “I plan to make them both lose.”

Tessa winked at him, and looked back at Mina. “All right then. I think we’re set here. Mina mine- let’s get on with our busy day of shopping and visiting the local library.” She turned her attention back to Kit. “Do you want me to pick you up at half three?”

Kit shook his head. “I’ll take the bus back to the village and then walk. If there’s one thing I learned from high school movies, it’s that while you can get your pare- adults to drop you off, only losers get picked up after school. I should probably start off on the right foot.”

“Let’s go with the experts then,” Tessa said mock-gravely. “See you after school. And have fun,” she said, with a tiny wave.

Kit straightened up and turned towards his new school. Altofts Sixth Form. “All right, let’s do this,” he muttered to himself as he walked towards the entrance.

--

It had all started with his early morning running. A terrible habit to have picked up. One that Jem had called him on, earlier in the summer when he had agreed to train with Kit.

Kit had actually taken to getting up early back in the winter. He hadn’t admitted it to Jem and Tessa but his nightmares - swirling terrors of both mantid demons and black shapes with white burning eyes had him waking up gasping and drenched in sweat - combined with the lack of central heating that turned his room into a freezer until the heat turned on again at seven... it just wasn’t conducive to sleeping in.

At first he had just tried to walk downstairs to get snacks from the kitchen and watch some tv. But soon after Mina was born he realised any sound would be liable to wake her, given the bat-eared hearing babies seemed to have. And he didn’t want to be the cause of further sleeplessness for Jem and Tessa.

So he started slipping down the back staircase by his room into the garden. And well… no use freezing in the garden and he still had delusions he might still want to be a full proper Shadowhunter someday, or at very least, not die horribly if slash when this whole First Heir thing caught up to him. It was also probably worth being fast enough to run away if he needed to.

Plus, the scenery was beautiful, given Cirenworth was located close to the edge of Dartmoor. Running alongside the narrow, suicidal-for-more-than-one-car lanes, with trees forming tangled green arcs overhead, across old stone bridges into ancient woods and up high, rolling sparse hills, he had plenty of other things to look at and not think about how he had messed things up, until the aching in his legs and burning in his lungs made him stop. Which was, admittingly, getting rarer, even in the occasional stifling heat of July.

He had a whole route figured out now, four months in. Which was why, Kit admitted to himself, he was irritated that someone else had found a similar path.

It was only for about two miles just on the outskirts of the village but Kit had seen him out of the corner of his eye most days the past week.

He was taller than Kit (most guys his own age seemed to be) and he usually wore what looked like a basketball jersey, shorter shorts than Kit figured most American teen boys would be comfy with, and had oversized headphones either on his head or around his neck. Other than that, he didn’t remind Kit of anyone.

The first time, the other boy had nodded at him in a friendly way as Kit had run past the tree where the boy was stretching, his white teeth flashing briefly in his dark-skinned face. Kit had nodded back and kept on running. It wasn’t that he wanted to be unfriendly… but he hadn’t really thought about making new friends, and figured given his background of Shadowhunter and part of a long-lost line of faerie royalty, it might be harder to relate to any new ones, especially mundanes.

Plus, he wasn’t sure he was that great of a friend, given the mess that had happened at the LA Institute. So he had been distant to any friendly overtures from local teens his age since he had arrived at Cirenworth, although he had to admit, he hadn’t minded the attention the giggling squad of girls outside the bakery gave him. Or the occasional chat with the kids of the werewolf pack that Tessa and Jem invited around sometimes.

But a week into this new shadow, Kit had rounded a particularly tricky corner on the narrow path and found the other boy, frozen in place. And Kit could immediately see why. He was surrounded by cows.

Now, cows might not seem like a dangerous situation but after nearly being trampled by an angry bull early on in his explorations of the Devon countryside, Kit was inclined to give any other bovines as far a berth as he could while running. Or in any other situation honestly.

Kit met the other boy’s eyes. “You er- ok?” he called.

“Ahh. Maybe?” The boy looked panicked as two cows started moving towards him, one cutting him off from the fence Kit could see he was trying to inch towards.

Kit made his decision. “Hey cows!” he shouted. The cows ignored him. Kit summoned up his courage and started jogging towards the small herd, waving his arms. “You heifers! You lazy… demonic spawn!”

The boy goggled at him and Kit narrowed his eyes. “Hop the fence!” he yelled, as a couple cows started moving towards him. Kit gulped and summoned all his courage and ran directly towards him, hoping the cow in the way would move and he wouldn’t have to dodge it or worse, attempt a leap over it. It did, and Kit stopped to grab at the boy’s arm, who finally started moving. They both scrambled up over the wide, stone fence to the next field, which was thankfully cow-less.

“Thanks,” the boy said, as they both climbed down. “That would’ve been an embarrassing end.” He grinned, brushing off the dirt from his shorts. “I’m Ade.”

“Kit,” Kit answered cautiously, as the adrenaline in his system slowly started to leave.

“Yeah, I’ve seen you around,” Ade said. “Mate, you’re fast.”

Kit thought back to his time in the LA Institute and watching Emma run swiftly over miles of sandy beach, and even the time that he and the twins had run along the Thames to escape the Riders of Manan. He was slow, compared to others. “No, not really.”

“Ooh, an American! Didn’t expect that,” Ade whistled, disentangling his headphones from his short-cropped black curls as they both started walking towards the other side of the field to rejoin the road. “You here with your family on holiday?”

“No,” said Kit shortly. “I live just outside Sefton Crufts.” He glanced over, wondering if Ade knew about Cirenworth. A lot of the locals in the village did, and he knew Tessa and Jem (alongside Mina) had basically gathered a fan club.

“No joke?” Ade said. “That’s cool. I live in...” He named a village that Kit thought he remembered was a few miles back. “What high school did you go to?”

“Oh, I erm- homeschooled,” Kit mumbled, looking down. Time for the lies.

Ade nodded. “I see.” They trudged through some bushes. At the edge of the road, Ade looked at Kit and gestured towards the buildings off in the distance. “Hey, given you basically saved my life from… what was it you called them…. Demonic cow spawn? Do you want to get breakfast with me at ‘spoons? We’re pretty close to it - I’ll pay.”

Kit started to shake his head but suddenly his stomach betrayed him and made a loud gurgling sound, reminding him that he’d been up since six and had just run the better part of seven miles. Ade let out a big laugh. “Hah, you can’t argue with that, man,” he said, pointing at Kit’s midsection. “Let’s go eat.”

--

“Wow, this is really good,” Kit said, shoveling in the eggs and bacon.

Ade looked at him over a similar pile of breakfast, his friendly brown eyes puzzled. “Yeah, of course.” As if it were obvious. “Have you never had a Wetherspoons breakfast? When did you move here?”

“Last fall,” Kit said, figuring as long as he stuck to the basics, he could manage small talk without issue. “And no, I haven’t. But my- Jem and Tessa have taken me to the Bull and Hart. Food is also good there.”

“Ah,” Ade nodded wisely. “The gastropub.” He looked Kit over, as if assessing him. “Yeah, that tracks. I’m glad to give you some introduction to proper English pub food then.”

Kit thought he had been vaguely insulted - or at least labeled. He changed the topic. “I’ve been running that route for a few months now. But I only just saw you on it this week. Did you just move here too?”

Ade shook his head. “Nah, I’m not local either. But I’ve been here longer than you. My parents moved us down from London so my mum could take over a GP practice, but it was before I started GCSE’s.” He speared a couple of sausages and stuffed them in his mouth, chewing. He continued. “Football season starts in a couple weeks, and I’m starting at Altofts College and want to be on first squad. So I thought I should work on my endurance, given I spent most of the spring prepping for exams.” He lowered his voice. “I plan to go to Kings for medicine so I was kind of a nerd for most of last year.”

Kit had only understood about half the previous sentences but he nodded. “Plus you want to be able to outrun any further cow-based incidents,” he cracked.

Ade grinned cockily. “Well, let’s see. But I figured you seem to have that route down- how about you be my cow-guard?”

“If you’ll get my breakfast, sure,” Kit said, his mouth full of toast.

“It’s a deal Kit…” Ade trailed off.

“Kit… Herondale,” he answered.

--

After that day while Kit and Ade kept to their respective routes, and were able to avoid further herds of cows, they started meeting up for Wetherspoons’ breakfasts a few times a week, with the healthy appetite of the teenage boys they were. There they discovered that they while they didn’t support the same football teams (Kit didn’t understand the obsession really, but had adopted the same team Jem supported - Liverpool - and Ade was a hardcore Millwall fan), they had other common interests, including absurdist comedies like Peep Show, the IT Crowd and the In-Betweeners, that Kit had discovered the previous winter.

Until the day the pub greeted them with a ‘No electricity’ sign and Kit decided to invite Ade back to Cirenworth. He had told Jem and Tessa about Ade after the first couple of meetings, and while they were their typical low-pressure selves, Kit thought they were happy he had made a friend and told Kit to invite him around sometime.

“Whoa, I had heard…” Ade said, trailing off as they walked up the long yard to the huge manor house, rain drizzling down the grey slates. English weather in August - one hour it was warm and sunny, and then the next like mid-November. “You like… a long-lost American heir to some posh Downton Abbey shit?” He elbowed Kit in jest. 

Kit let out a rude noise. “As if.” He suddenly became nervous though. There were rarely mundanes in the house - sometimes builders, given Tessa and Jem were still making the place habitable, plus a couple of mums and babies sometimes from Tessa’s local baby group. It’s not as if Ade or anyone could tell that he was anything other than a normal person. Well… as long as they avoided the training room. And maybe keep Ade away from the old family photos. Tessa looked a bit too ageless at times, Kit thought.

But as it transpired, Kit hadn’t needed to have worried. Jem and Mina had made their usual pilgrimage to the bakery, and they had all sat in the now-sunny garden and feasted on pastries, thick, buttery toast and fresh orange juice. 

Ade had appropriately complimented Mina: “Your sister’s really cute. Almost as cute as my nieces.” And had asked polite enough questions to the lies that Jem and Tessa told him about what brought them to England and Cirenworth. “So you’re like- an art dealer, that’s really cool.” And had given them enough about his own background: “Yeah, so like my mum’s a GP, she moved here after studying medicine in Lagos and my dad was in the army but now he does security installations for rich footballers and bankers with second homes near Dartmoor. My sisters live in London- yeah, I’m the youngest. I can’t wait to go back to London. Devon’s okay but it’s not the city.”

He said with the fervor of a true believer and Kit remembered his brief time in London. He hadn’t been back since… well, since he had left with the Blackthorns.

He was briefly lost in his memories that he almost missed the next part of the conversation.

“Kit should come study at Altofts,” Ade said. “I know it’s probably not the same as the American system but it has a really good reputation- they sent like, three people to Oxbridge last year. And lots to Exeter and the London unis.”

“I think that’s up to Kit,” Jem said, with a small smile, as he sipped his coffee.

Kit was confused. Attend a mundane high school? That had never been brought up. He cleared his throat. “Hey- should we go up to my room? I’ve got CoD on my playstation.”

“Yeah, tight,” Ade said cheerfully. “Thanks for breakfast,” he said nodding to Jem and Tessa, who were both looking bemused.

--

“He has a point,” Jem said, later on, as he and Kit finished up in the garden from their daily training regime.

Kit looked up from where he was currently doubled over in pain. Jem had run him hard today- they had ended with some hand-to-hand combat, and Jem had finished off by throwing him in some kind of super harsh judo flip. Kit was fairly sure he needed an iratze for his ribs...“What?”

“Your friend. You’re training with me but there’s only so much Shadowhunter training we can do in a day- plus, I still have other responsibilities I need to see to. Going to this college could be a good thing for you.”

Oh. Kit’s chest went tight. He knew Jem had other errands and things he needed to see to in regards to restoring Cirenworth. He hadn’t realised the training might be taking up too much of his time.

“And you can meet other kids your age,” Tessa called in her low, musical voice. She and Mina had been sitting on a plaid blanket a little ways off from the cleared training ground.

“You mean, you think I can pull off the dual roles of training for epic battles between good and evil and still do my calculus homework?” Kit said sarcastically but he started to feel a twinge of excitement as he considered the proposal. It wasn’t that he had been bored this past winter - he and Tessa had done enough homeschooling ahead of Mina’s birth and he had spent a lot of quality time wallowing in his room and shooting out his feelings on his playstation… but he wasn’t sure he could do that for a second winter in a row.

Tessa grinned. “Buffy did it. I think you could.”

“Heh, well- you’d probably know, right?” Kit shot back.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Tessa said slowly, her eyebrows raising.

“C’mon- you mean in the past century, you never pulled an Edward Cullen and went to high school again?” Kit asked skeptically.

“Read the book,” Tessa said automatically, as she shook her head and pulled Mina up into her lap. But a blush emerged on her cheeks and Kit saw an opening.

“Saw the movie,” Kit replied, fascinated. “Hah, you did! Nothing to be ashamed about, Tessa. I bet there’s a reason so many vampires- or at least vampires in movies do it.”

Jem watched as they went back and forth, his face a study of confusion, as it so often did when they traded pop culture quips.

“No, I never attended a high school,” Tessa corrected him. “But I… may have a few English degrees.”

Jem looked at her fondly. “I know you did Cambridge in the 90s…” he said. “But what were the other ones?”

“Berkeley in 1965, and Columbia in the late 80s,” Tessa replied. “But the point is, Kit. You’re not a warlock. This is your chance to have a typical high school experience.”

“Shouldn’t I be having a typical Shadowhunter teen experience?”

Jem and Tess exchanged looks. “Well…” Tessa said gently. “There’s not really a typical experience but in terms of the more usual ones… most go to either the Academy, or are tutored in their local Institute.”

“Neither which are an option for me,” Kit said, suddenly feeling a bit bitter. “I need to avoid most Downworld or Shadowhunter places until we know more about the First Heir stuff.”

Jem was sympathetic. “We would’ve liked to have helped you with this, Kit. We did mean to get you a tutor but given the… upheaval in the last year with the Cohort… there are fewer Shadowhunters around anyway, and many of them are tied to their Institute or are helping out with the reformed Academy in New York.”

“I’m enjoying training with you, Jem,” Kit said slowly, not sure where the conversation was going. Did Jem want to stop?

Jem smiled. “I know. I am too. And I think it’s going well- and we’ll continue with it.” He stepped closer to Kit, and clapped a hand on his shoulder. “But… I think it’s good to not just focus on Shadowhunter education to the exclusion of everything else.”

His eyes took on a sudden, far away look, and Kit thought he saw some sorrow pass through them. “Given the events of the past few years- I think there are going to be more changes and upheaval coming for Shadowhunters and the Downworld. Having some who understand both the Shadowhunter and mundane world, and who can bridge the two cultures and their histories- that will help us all navigate through it.”

Kit thought back to some of the conversations he had had with members of the Cohort, and even with Emma and the Blackthorns, all of whom had been fairly ignorant of twentieth century history and some of the parallels which were currently happening within Shadowhunter society.

He took a deep breath. “Yeah- I get where you’re coming from. When you put it that way- the hard job of getting high and making out with people under the bleachers to be this noble task…” he held his hand up, as he saw both Jem and Tessa take synchronised breaths as if to respond. “Jokes- I’m in.”

They both smiled. “We can go into Totnes tomorrow and pick you up a syllabus so you can choose your courses,” Tessa said, as Mina drooled on her shoulder. Kit didn’t think that was the right wording but he nodded.

“Oh, and don’t think if you go, you’re going to have an easier time on your Shadowhunter training. I’ve been in contact with several Institutes and people we know… it’ll be good for you to have exposure to different ways of fighting and training,” Jem informed him. “So- starting from next month, we’ll be hosting several guest tutors for you.” His normally mild smile held more of an edge. “I think you’ll enjoy it.”

Kit gulped. “Yay?”

--

So, that was how he, Kit Herondale, future Shadowhunter extraordinaire and heir to the First Heir or whatever, ended up at a sixth form college in South Devon. It wasn’t going to be entirely like he had seen in movies- this seemed more like a cross between community college and high school, Kit thought, as he pulled out the schedule he had been given from the front office. 

The secretary had almost swooned when he walked in, telling him she loved his accent and so Kit left feeling pretty smug. But that smugness had quickly drained away as other people streamed around him and he tried to figure out what the double and single blocks meant, and what the hell was a tutor group…?

“Yo, Herondale!” he heard a voice call. Kit looked up and saw Ade approaching. Kit had texted him earlier.

“You’re here,” Ade said delightedly, after he had clapped Kit on the back in greeting. “Noice.” He gestured to his friends around him. “This is Eamonn, Tom and Ben. Lads- this is Kit Herondale. He’s an American, from Los Angeles.”

The other boys looked vaguely impressed, and he made small talk with them as they threaded their way through the busy halls. Ade checked Kit’s schedule. “Awesome- we’re in the same tutor group, although…” his eyes danced down the page. “Nothing else-” he handed it back to back to Kit. “Not surprising though- I’m on a one way ticket to study medicine in London with Chemistry, Bio, Physics and Maths and you’re- an artsy lad,” he said, with a friendly grin. “Which is good, no rivalry between us.”

“Yeah,” Kit mumbled. He had chosen Art (he wanted photography but it hadn’t been offered as a full A-Level), English Literature (for Tessa and because he actually did like reading the classics, he had discovered), History (because someone had to know about mundane history, according to Jem) and Film Studies (because duh).

Kit and Ade split off from the rest of his friends and went into a classroom.

The tutor group seemed to be like the American version of a homeroom, and Kit relaxed into his seat as the teacher in the front of the class droned on about regulations and expectations. As he leaned back in his chair, he took stock of his new classmates.

“Psst,” came a hiss from his right. Kit looked over, and saw a girl with brown hair cut in a severe bob smile at him. He smiled back; he planned to unleash the full Herondale charm at this school.

“I like your tattoo,” she whispered, pointing at his hand.

Kit froze. He looked straight ahead, ignoring her. Before heading out of the house in the morning, he had spent time painstakingly drawing a glamour rune on his arm, to hide his other runes, including the very obvious Voyance one.

Shit. There were mundanes here in the school with the Sight. Well… that was going to make things interesting…

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[girlindelusionn]

not even close, robin x you

summary:

you hate mornings, but robin knows how to make everything better

details:

stablished relationship cause i'm that lazy, no tws (please correct me if i'm wrong) and obviously fem reader, it's just fluff, also the reader is hispanic/knows spanish, cause i'm hispanic and i say so

okay so i'm back? i guess. i wrote this crap in an hour, while avoiding studying for finals i'm definitely gonna fail, so don't have much expectations

i also wanna start taking requests! specifically for robin, cause as you see i'm obsessed, but maybe ill get around to write another character.

so if you have any prompts please send them my way!

She knew how much you hated waking up.

She had listened to you complaining about it relentlessly ("it just… absurdly difficult for such a simple task!! And I always promise myself, today i'mma do it right but then it my bed is so warm and my dreams are so interesting and the other option is having to come here to this school and– you see where i'm going with this?") She had watched you come in late to math class every Thursday and Tuesday of the year. Five month in, you stopped apologizing and the teacher stopped complaining. At least after starting to work in Scoops Ahoy (yes, you had to wear the stupid outfit, but your way out of this hell hole isnt gonna pay itself), you had Robin. Who always saved you a seat beside her and offered you her notebook to copy the first twenty minutes of notes.

But something had changed that summer. And it was not the fact that you made enemies with evil russians (which um, was still surreal) and neither the fact that you had escaped that monster, as you and Robin liked to call it, of highschool. Or, you know, actual monsters. Of course that helped, leaving high school was always good for people like you, but finally getting around to confess your forbidden crush on your best friend just felt a liiitle more significant. (Yes, more than the russians. You're still a teenager after all.)

It hadn't been pretty. There were tears and cursing and dramatic rain, cause life liked to fuck with you sometimes, but you got passed all the hatred youve been taught since birth and figured it out. You have been dating for almost six months.

Now summer is long gone, but you don't have classes to get late anymore. The only goal now was to get as much cash as shitty jobs could give to get as far as possible. You both were thinking about France, but neither had explicitly said it. It still felt delusional, the idea of leaving. But maybe it was closer than you both thought.

Either way, for now, being out to her parents and feeling like her house was more of a home than yours ever was, was enough. Robin managed to make everything better. For example, your most evil enemy (still not the russians): early mornings.

Now, when the sun hits your face, first hour in the morning, the first thing you notice isn't how cold you are or how good was the dream you were having, cause you feel her warm body beneath you and who cares about a dream when life is this good anyway?

So the first thing you do, as you're laying on her chest, is smile like an idiot. Cause, again, you're still a teenager and love does that sometimes. She must feel the gesture on her chest, because she hums and whispers "good morning, sweetie" with the cutest voice you could ever imagine.

"Good morning, linda" you reply, ready to get your morning "no!!! my breath stinks!!!" kiss. Instead, she pulls away just enough so you can see her confused face.

"Who the hell is Linda?" she almost looks mad. You chuckle.

"Lets see, miss 'fluent in four languages', how do you say pretty in spanish?"

"Oh…" she blushes, you laugh harder.

"Idiot"

She frowns jokingly, now pulling away to the point your bodies aren't touching anymore.

"Um… excuse me?" You shiver a bit, rolling your eyes with affection when you see her keep the fake offended face.

"Come baaack…" you ask. But she manages to escape your embrace. You knew getting a bigger bed was going to be a problem.

"No, I'm deeply hurt. I didn't think you capable to do such hurt" You try to hug her again, she moves a little further to the left. "I feel betrayed"

"But i'm coldddd…" You finally trap her, she doesn't have more space behind her. It's either you or the floor. You like those odds.

"So you're using me as a human heater?" she doesn't let go of the character, in fact your last sentence 'offends' her even more, but at least now you can hug her.

"Like you don't have the coldest hands in the universe?"

She doesn't avoid your eyes anymore, instead she looks at your "uhh i fucked up" smile and you swear she almost breaks, but she keeps it together. Very committed to her performance.

"You think you're funny?" she asks. You nodd, shamelessly, and again she wants to smile but doesn't. You see mischief inside her eyes and frown, what is she planning?

You find out sooner than later, when said cold hands end up in your secretly ticklish places.

"No!" you say, moving further to the right, freeing Robin from her trap in the left corner. When she's certain there's room for her, she stops and lays on her back, arms crossing across her chest. You roll your eyes again.

"Alright…" you surrender "I'm sorry"

You swear you can see the tiniest liiitle smile trying to escape, but she doesn't move.

"Not enough" she sentences in the most dramatic voice you've ever heard.

"Rooobing…" you ask, saying her name just how she likes it as you get up and straddle her hips.

"No!" She says nervously, as she looks to the side, refusing eye contact. She isnt strong enough to resist it right now, one look into your eyes and her whole performance goes down. " I'm afraid my prices for forgiveness are way too high for you to pay!" My god she was the biggest dork ever.

"All I have to do is kiss you, right?" you say, inches away from her face.

"...Yeah" she's says in defeat, as you pull her in for a much needed kiss.

After a couple minutes you leave your spot at her hips and sit beside her on the bed. You could not be late to work again this week, so you kiss her one last time and start to make your way to the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" she whines.

"To call Linda!"

And you could not see her, but you know she rolled her eyes.

"Fuck you!" she sings still from the bed.

You go back, toothpaste still on your face, crazy bed hair still unfixed, and kiss her once more.

"Love you too, idiot"

Yeah, fuck your dreams. They're not even close.