#ill just roll with whatever they wanna do lmao

[enough-spider-noir-stuff]

Ah, yes, the difficulties of writing fic closely following ATSV canon. Do I mostly stay true to canon and just shift some motivations and backgrounds? Do I drag things out more, change some things entirely? Will Hobie quit the society the second Miles is on the run, or does he stick it out this time due to "i gotta watch out for this kid" and "he's almost like other-me for real" and "i know where to go potentially so it's not quite as dire to get away now" or does he quit anyways and just keeps showing up with the web-warriors watch driving everyone nuts? WHO KNOWS? NOT ME! doesn't matter whether it's the characters or me we're all having a crisis lmao

[todayisafridaynight]

i’m pretty surprised that you can be in a fandom without really checking the tags regularly for new content or discussions that’s pretty impressive

ive got twitter for that and twitter has shown me enough as is

[coryndoll]

what would you do for love?

exboyfriend!rafe cameron x exgirlfriend!reader

— in which y/n spirals into a possessive obsession over her ex-boyfriend rafe. she quietly pulls the strings from the shadows, creating accidents, bribing others, and doing whatever it takes to maintain control—believing she is the only one truly capable of loving him.

warnings: dark!reader, rafe being the love quinn to readers joe goldberg i fear, or is reader delusional? world may never know !!

authors note: i couldnt help myself in writing this, ill write for waking up to you immediately soon LMAO, but i do have class today so it may be delayed even longer. if u arent part of the tag list, feel free to lmk thru replies, anons, dms, or reblogs !! notifications are always on <3

previous

you flinch when you hear the sharp shatter of glass nearby, some bottle smashing against the wall. a group of guys, mostly drunk and reckless, laughing as the shards scatter. your eyes roll somewhere else, anywhere else, away from the noise, the chaos.

you’ve been lingering around the same group for too long, and you need something new, something to distract you, pull you into a different space.

your shoes scuff against the concrete as you walk, weaving through people like you’re on autopilot, not really paying attention to where you’re headed until you catch sight of something—a fold-out table tennis table being hauled out of the back of someone’s beat-up van.

you almost laugh, but stas, your friend, is already there, pushing some guy off of her and reaching for you when she spots you walking by.

“y/n, you have to play!” she shouts, her voice a little too loud over the music, excitement making her words slur slightly. she pulls at your arm, trying to drag you into whatever drinking game they’re about to start. beer pong, flip cup, it doesn’t really matter. you’ve already had enough.

your head swims as she pulls you closer to the group, and you shake your head, gently pulling away. “i’ll watch,” you mutter, but stas barely hears you, already distracted by the table being set up.

stas keeps talking, about what? you don’t know, because you’re not listening anymore. her words turn into background noise as your eyes trail off somewhere else. across the way, your other friend shaw has set up his makeshift dj booth, some way for everyone to hear something rather than just screams, chants, and talking the whole time.

it’s not much of a dance floor, more of an invisible line where people stand around, swaying and talking, their heads bobbing to the beat. a few are bold enough to move in closer, letting the music take over, but most are just hanging out.

and there, right in the middle of it, you spot her. sofia.

her hips sway as she leads rafe toward the music, her hand wrapped around his, holding it above her head like she’s pulling him into some private little world. she’s got a drink in her other hand, laughing as she moves, carefree in a way that makes your stomach tighten.

rafe is smiling, but not at her. not really. you see the moment he catches sight of shaw behind the dj booth, the way he briefly pulls his attention away from sofia, stepping toward shaw to greet him. sofia, left without rafe’s guiding hand, stumbles for a second—just a second—but it’s enough. it’s like watching a baby take its first steps. cute, if you cared.

you don’t.

instead, your lips curl slightly. you glance over at stas, who’s still chattering about god knows what, oblivious to where your mind’s gone.

“shaw’s been eyeing you lately,” you say casually, tossing the lie out like it’s nothing. stas stops mid-sentence, blinking at you like she’s processing it. she turns her head to look at shaw, her grip on your arm tightening slightly.

you can practically feel her swallow, the way her expression shifts into something unreadable, and she tugs on your arm. “i wanna dance now,” she says, voice flat, but you can feel the pulse of urgency behind it.

perfect.

she pulls you with her, cutting across the skatepark toward the music, dragging you closer to where rafe and sofia are. no questions asked, and you let her lead.

you weave your way behind stas as you move to the rhythm of the music just enough to blend in. your body moves without thought, hips swaying as the heavy bass pounds through the skatepark.

stas releases your hand once she’s right in front of the makeshift booth, standing on her tiptoes and gripping the edge of the table, leaning in to talk to shaw. her voice is high, maybe a little slurred.

you gnaw on your bottom lip, stepping back for a moment, trying to make space for yourself. that’s when you feel it—someone bumping into you. the contact is light, unintentional, but it snaps you out of your daze. you spin around quickly, ready to apologize, but the words freeze in your throat the second you see who it is.

sofia’s standing right in front of you, staring back with a soft, almost shy smile, her lips parted as if she’s about to say something—probably an apology too.

she doesn’t know who you are, doesn’t recognize you, doesn’t have a clue.

you take her in, your eyes scanning her from head to toe. “cute dress,” you say, the words slipping out with a smile that never quite reaches your eyes. it’s polite enough, but there’s a sharp edge, a venom she doesn’t seem to catch.

sofia beams at the compliment, completely oblivious. she’s sweet, sure. her niceness, her smile—it’s all so carefully curated, like it’s been drilled into her.

the way she smiles up at you, so clueless, so unaffected. it almost makes you want to laugh.

you stand there for a split second longer, savoring the moment before stas calls your name, tugging on your arm, pulling you back toward the booth. you let yourself be dragged away, but not before stealing one last glance at sofia.

stas pulls you along behind the booth, and shaw greets you with that easy smile of his. without hesitation, you throw your arms around him, squeezing him tight. it makes you laugh the moment you let go. stas is right in the middle of it all, her laughter joining yours. shaw switches the track, a new beat pulsing through the speakers, and the three of you dissolve into your own little bubble, wrapped up in the party.

but sofia—well, she hasn’t moved far.

you can feel her eyes on you, lingering, like she’s trying to piece something together in her head. something about you must not sit right with her, something off. maybe it’s the way you looked at her earlier, or maybe it’s just that gut feeling people get when they sense danger but can’t quite place where it’s coming from.

she keeps watching you for a second longer, her expression faltering. she’s trying to convince herself there’s nothing to worry about, that you’re just some random girl at the party. after all, you complimented her dress, right? you even smiled—so what’s the harm?

but the crowd around her is thick now, people pressing in from all sides, dancing, shouting, moving like they own the night. she’s swallowed by the chaos. you see her hesitate, her movements more uncertain, her eyes darting around like she’s looking for an escape. and that’s when her gaze finally breaks from you—she’s searching for him.

you watch her weave through the crowd, her small frame almost lost in the mass of bodies, that anxious look in her eyes growing. she’s trying to keep calm, to pretend she’s not bothered, but it’s written all over her face.

the smugness spreads through you again, sinking deeper.

and then you see him.

rafe moves through the crowd with ease, his eyes landing on sofia immediately. he slips an arm around her shoulders like it’s second nature, his voice low as he probably asks if she’s alright. sofia nods, but you can see it—she’s unsettled.

and you? you just keep watching, your gaze fixed on them, every part of you relishing the control you hold over the situation without even lifting a finger.

then you hear it—some girl’s laugh from near the skate drop-ins. it pulls your attention away from sofia and rafe for a second, and you spot her almost immediately. you don’t know her, but she’s crouched near the concrete, spraycan in hand, adding some half-assed tag to the wall. her laugh is carefree, like she’s proud of her work, like it means something.

but your eyes trail away from her, settling on something else, something familiar in the mess of graffiti scrawled across the concrete.

blue spray paint. initials. r and s.

it should mean nothing, right? just random letters like all the other tags scattered around this place. but no, you know better. the handwriting—it’s too familiar, too practiced, almost like a signature you’ve memorized without ever really trying.

did you do this, rafe?

the thought sends a wave of bitter amusement through you, twisting your lips into something resembling a smile, but one that’s more cold than kind.

r and s.

simple. stupid, even. but it’s not. you know better. it’s rafe, leaving his mark, tying himself to sofia in a way that’s so casual it makes you sick.

and worse? he did it without you noticing.

it’s not about the letters themselves. it’s about what they mean. this isn’t just some random graffiti. no, this is a declaration—small and hidden enough to go unnoticed by anyone else, but not you. never you.

your mind convinces you that he’s playing with you, testing how much you’re paying attention, how closely you’re watching. and of course, you’re always watching.

really, rafe?

the thought burns as it settles in your chest. rafe cameron—practically born with a spotlight above his head—has the nerve to blend in when he wants to, to pull something like this off without you even seeing it happen. it’s impressive, really. he did this when your guard was down. when you weren’t watching.

you imagine him, crouched by the wall, glancing over his shoulder, making sure you weren’t looking. the thought twists something in your chest.

when did he do it?

when you were busy pretending not to care?

when your eyes were somewhere else for once?

he’s smooth, you’ll give him that. it’s a reminder, subtle but sharp, that he can always be a step ahead, always just out of reach when you think you’ve got him cornered.

you stand up straighter, licking your lips as that familiar bitterness floods you. the ownership, the jealousy, it all wraps tight around your gut. yeah, he’s got skills, huh? skills you didn’t give him enough credit for. he might be running around with her, playing his little game, but he’s still yours.

you smile, but it’s empty, more a grimace than anything else. it’s almost funny, really. the whole thing. r and s, like that’s supposed to matter. like it could ever really mean something.

it won’t last, and you’ll be here when it falls apart, picking up the pieces like you always do. because that’s the truth, isn’t it?

no matter where he runs or who he tries to hide behind, he always comes back to you.

he just doesn’t know it yet.

tags: @iissza @lotuslovers @obsessionsarenotfortheweak @yootvi @skyslowalking @ariiwritess @beebeerockknot @hoelesslyt @enchantinglovergirl @katekells @maybankslover @icaqttt @xcinnamonmalfoyx

[geordikisser]

hiiii, could i get isaac nsfw pretty please? literally anything

a/n: a lot of people really want isaac content LMAO but yes ofccc ^_^ this kinda stinks… SORRYY!!!

REQ OPEN

all talk | isaac | 18+

epilogue: isaac is competitive, in games & irl. he doesn’t have a problem with humbling people especially you. he almost always has an advantage due to his height as well. :-3 so imagine his surprise when you decide to test the waters against him

content contains! gender neutral usage, degrading

names used: slut, my baby, babe

♡ isaac was 1v1ing you in item asylum because he wanted to test it out with you initially. this would be a regular thing, he loves playing games with you and seeing you play. he plays it roblox on his phone & you on his pc. at first, you gave him the benefit of the doubt cause he was on phone but after a while… you kinda started to realize he just sucks.

“isaac.. i had a monkey how’d you loose that..” you face palm, your laughter drowning out by your palms, isaac scoffs, gets up and lifts you up from his pc. “watch. get me back on here and ill start doing better.” you gasp as his hands hold your sides so tightly and confidently. he throws you on his bed, earning a giggle from you. “ok isaac.. whatever you say.” you lie back and grab his phone and start it up again.

basically.. he still loss frequently. “dude.” he groans as he pushes his hair back frustratingly. you snort as you look at him. “isaac.. i have bad news—“ he stops you instantly.

“don’t get an ego. it’s just roblox.” he replied, his tone slightly irritated. you grin, giggling slightly at how he was getting angry. “and i’m eating your ass in it?” you cover your mouth as you try to hide your smile. he turns around slowly. “you’re eating my ass?” he points at you and then himself to gesture his disbelief. “yes! dude, you haven’t won once.” you chuckle softly as isaac gets up and walks towards you.

“really.” he deadpans as he pushes you back down onto the bed, you gasp as your head hits the blankets and mix of pillows on the bed. you feel your heart race. “yes.” you murmur as he smirks. “where’s that confidence gone? one shove and your already nervous.” he hovers above you and grabs you by your jaw and lowers his lips onto yours. his tongue traveling around your mouth, he rests his arms on the sides of your head to hold himself up.

you hold onto his upper arm, feeling his muscles as you do. you use your thumbs to rub his arms slightly. you feel him shudder under your hands to the touch on his arms.

as he pulls away he analyzes your face. “one kiss and your silence.” he hums as you roll your eyes. “well you got the upper hand..” you pout looking away. he chuckles softly at your bashfulness. his face lowering to your neck next. kissing and sucking on it softly. “i’ll always have the upper hand.” he says. “your big strong man never looses.”

you hum, indifferently. “well, he does lose alot. especially against me.” you sneer as he slowly lifts his head. “got a smart ass fucking mouth.” he sits up. “cmon, get up.” he said in a flat tone. you look up and sit up on your knees with hum, confused. he undoes the strings of his sweats, you watch while your heart races. heat traveling up to your face as his cock flings out.

isaac was a good length. above most. he was around 6 inches, skin cut. his veins in his cock very prominent on his shaft as it twitches, dryer than a bitch. “you wanna talk your talk? put your money where your mouth is.” his eyes hanging low, staring into yours intently. your bottom lip quivers as you feel yourself lowering yourself to the tip of his cock.

you let your spit drip down and watch how the spit absorbs his tip slowly. his breathing hitches slightly. you begin sucking on his tip slightly, your tongue swirling around his head. earning a satisfied groan from him. isaac’s hand travels to the back of your head, getting a good grip of your hair. you lower your head, taking in a good portion of his shaft and slowly beginning to bob in a memorable pattern.

your tongue making its rounds on him. he can’t help but groan and slowly start making bold advances. he shoves your head a little lower on his cock. taking you by surprise, gagging you a bit. “fuck..” he murmurs as his hips buck slightly. you hum slightly, the vibrations tingling down his spine. “took that really good for me.. slut.” he sneered at you mockingly. he continued to bob your head up and down onto his cock, his grip on your hair remaining tighter than ever.

your eyes begin to water as his cock was practically piercing your throat. “you wanna talk big? talk it. you know i’m bigger.”

isaac chuckles at your whining and seeing your eyes water. the drool surrounding your mouth from the force he pushed onto you. you begin to taste his precum, its flavors standing out more than the rest. you tap isaacs thigh, asking to tap out basically. he instantly lets go of the grip he had on your hair and you quickly lift your head up. coughing and hacking from you practically choking on your spit.

he rubs your thigh gently, his face confused. “hey? was i to much, sweetheart?” he smiles weakly. you shake your head as you put your hands on his. “no.. i just needed to breath.” you huff, your chest deflating with it. he pouts, his hand traces up to your jaw and caressing your cheek. lying your head into his tender hand.

“here. let me take care of this.” he lays you on your back, gentler than last time. his hands running up your shirt, feeling your warm body with his cold hands, caressing your stomach then tracing it up to your chest. getting a grab of your chest. isaac slowly then lifts your shirt, throwing it on the floor. “so gorgeous, it’s unfortunate you can’t keep that mouth shut.” he teases, lowering his head to your chest and using his mouth to tease and suckle on your nipples.

you whine from feeling the sudden warm and tickling sensation on your chest, you look down worryingly as your eyes begin to water up once again. he gives your nipple a bite as he lifts his head to see you once again. he lets out a laugh and lowers his head to your crotch. he pulls down your pants next and begins to kiss your thighs gently, trailing up slightly letting his tongue lick right up to your ass. he sucked and licked you, teasing you. light shit to keep you stimulated. “dripping all for me already.” he groaned as his tongue takes it advantage.

feeling yourself throbbing, itching for your arousal to be met already. isaac licked and circled your hole. as he mentioned earlier, he has the upper hand with everything. he is big and strong as well. he grips your hips and lies on his back, siting you up onto his face. you squeal by the sudden movement, your head spinning at the sudden movements. “be a good slut and ride your orgasm out on my face.” he says, his voice drowning out by his tongue currently being occupied.

you hum, uncertain and slowly begin to roll your hips on his mouth. you feel yourself begin to drool, whimpering & moaning as his hands grip your ass. massaging them in his grasp. his tongue exploring your walls and pressuring your prostate.

“you ate my ass in roblox right? you remember that right?” he groans. you can’t help but sigh, this situation feeling very familiar.. you whine as you roll your eyes. “you’re still on that?” you stutter out embarrassed, your face increasing in heat as he smacks your ass, yelping as he did. “you’re cute when i do that.” he chuckled as he went back to work on your. you whine, your orgasm itching closer and closer. “isaac.. i’m close..” you whine out, throwing your head back. he nods, humming to let you know he heard you.

“play with your nipples.” he says, and within a second your hands were on your nipples. twisting and rubbing them gently, which was just enough for you to bring you to your orgasm. your cum dripping into his mouth, dripping down his jaw. you feel your self twitching and shivering, hovering over his mouth.

you fell back onto the bed as he couldn’t help but laugh. he sits up, pulling you onto him comfortably. “aww, did i overstimulate my baby?” he pouts as you glare him down. he smirks cockily. kissing your forehead he lies back sighing comfortably. “god your full of shit..” you shove your head into his chest as he scoffs. “IM full of shit? same motherfucker who said ‘how’d you die? i had monkey’.” he grumbled as you feel yourself smiling.

“yeah u right.”

[canaidliafail]

mead & wine

kassandra x reader x eivor

College AU ( is anyone even surprised lmao ) CW: pure unedited filth

“I hope everyone happier than me dies”

“Hello?????”

Randvi said, pulling away from her book looking at you in astonishment. You rolled your eyes with a scoff and she smacked your arm hard causing you to flinch and pull away

“This is pathetic. YOU are pathetic”

“I don't know how you wanna handle your breakup but I just lost another job offer cause of her so I will stay bitter”

“Oh come on it wasn’t even that good of a job offer. Im telling you the best is yet to come”

you squinted and lowered your brows. she checked her phone and perked up at the row of messages popping up on her lockscreen. Randvi, the gorgeous and funny woman that she was, already had a new little fling going on with a girl majoring in film and she was hooked on her new found love having already long forgotten her rotten apple of an ex, Sigurd

A small smile rounded your cheeks and you rested your head on the palm of your hand waiting for her to type out her response. She put her phone back on the table and turned to look at you with a sheepish little grin and flushed cheeks

“Sorry, I’m listening I swear-“

“relax, I'm just happy to see you all giddy again. Is it going well?”

she nodded and bit her lip looking up in thought

“See I’ve had a crush on Valka for a while now…But couldn’t do anything about it…You know. Since I was already so long with Sigurd and I didn’t think my parents would be ok with me..Not being with a man but now…” her brows lifted up and her smile widened. You knew she had a clear visual of her new crush Valka as she spoke

“But the way they were so supportive and also Valka being so excited to take this somewhere its just…Its so perfect”

You rubbed her arm soothingly

“Im really happy for you. The Gods know you deserved someone who actually was present and willing to do things for you and with you and now you have someone this great, Im just really happy for you Randvi”

she nodded and then turned around to look at you

“Oh actually, We are having a gathering. We will watch a movie and play cards over at dormitory B with Valkas friends. You should join us. Would do you good to get out”

“Randvi I…” You started and looked down at your notebook. You crinkled the edge of the paper and chewed on the inside of your cheek. It had been two..maybe three months since you did anything remotely exciting that didn’t include work or studying. You had barely found a peace of mind with all the chaos that stormed your life and you weren’t sure you wanted to go outside your apartment yet

“Im sorry I’ll have to pass…”

Randvi got up and grabbed your notebook smacking your in the head

“HEY OUCH?! and second of all BITCH?!”

“You have rotted on your couch enough. The planks must have the shape of your ass at this point. Im not listening. You are coming tonight with me”

“Randvi I dont need a pick me up now-“

“yes you do and quite frankly your opinion doesn’t matter you moldy sack of starch”

“starch?”

“nothing better came to mind. Don’t dwell on that. Listen I have one last lecture and then Ill come by the apartment to pick up some clothes ok? We will get dressed up, We will look hot and we will have some good time”

you rolled your eyes and slumped further down in the bar stool

“whatever you say goes”

“Ay, There you go!”

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Kassandra was fed up with her roommate having yet another hangover from drinking too much the night before. Kass loved to drink, certainly not as much as Eivor but she could hold her own, however this was the second day she had to go all the way down to the cafeteria to ask for ice and buy crackers for Eivor to shove down her throat. Kassandra considered replacing ice with a fist. A punch could sober her up well enough no? Usually it was her roommate being the aggressive and impatient one however today's spectacle was ruining every plan she made for the night and she had enough of it.

She slammed the door shut behind her and hit the bottom of Eivors bunk bed

“Get up”

Eivor groaned and rolled around to look at the brunette who had a nasty grin ready to toss the bag of ice on the blondes head

“You owe me one today as well which makes…a lifetime of favors of me taking care of your sorry ass”

“wasn't my fault you shitface”

she went to bark but fell back on her elbows from the pounding headache making her ears ring

“My brother is depressed from his break up and he is insufferable without a glass of vodka”

“glass eivor? You chugged down half the bars menu”

“he was growing more painful every second and I had to adjust to the task at hand”

“alright. How about the new task at hand. Half the campus saw you on his story gyrating with another girl. Eivor you were in your sports bra and was about to take that off as well”

“what?!”

that woke her up fast enough and she shot out of the bed and grabbed Kass by her shirt

“what did you say?”

“nothing. This is too entertaining for me to intervene. Fate would be mad at me you know” she said with a pout and Eivor was about to start swinging while Kassandra easily dodged every loose punch thrown her way

“ante re malaka, I'm joking. I talked to Sigurd and he took it down. So I expect you to return the favor”

“Kassandra I-!”

“you’re welcome” she said and grabbed her cheeks squeezing hard and shaking her face before tossing her off balance and letting her fall back on the bed

“So, your brothers ex…Randvi?”

“yeah?”

“Aren’t you all meeting up at Valkas today to watch movies?”

Eivor grabbed a fistful of ice and buried your face in her palms to ease the pain as she hummed in agreement

“Randvi has a friend. A friend that I like and I asked for her to bring to your get together today and since Im YOUR friend you will bring me”

Eivor let out a long sigh and before she could speak she paused

“Wait, her friend? the short one?”

“she is your height”

“fuck off, you know who I mean. The one who dyes her hair regularly and is her roommate?”

“yeah her…why? No don’t tell me-“

“Yes I will I called dibs first”

They stared at each other for a long hard moment, neither of them sure of what to do or say. Neither of them had talked to you before. Partially due to the fact that you were really confusing to figure out on whether you were single or not and you had a tendency to vanish the second they were starting to get used to your presence in the local bars. Kassandra being ballsier and hornier asked Randvi straight out about you while Eivor seemed to be waiting to feel out the mood tonight at the get together.

“Ok listen “

“No you listen” Eivor interrupted and tossed the ice back in the plastic bag

“Ill take you there and we can just have fun. I don’t know if Randvi even managed to convince her to come but at the end of the day its up to her to choose between the two of us right?”

“yeah. No hard feelings if she ends up with you”

“likewise”

and that, was a fat stack of horseshit

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They walked down the halls to Valkas place

“nice pants. new?”

“no, had them buried in a pile in my closet. Hey aren’t you gonna catch a cold with the sleeveless top?”

“no I'm good. We will be indoors anyways”

Eivor wore baggy jeans that comfortably sat low on her hips showing her inked, sharp V lines and her hair was rebraided with new rings and stones. Kass wore a white tight top without a bra that outlined her chest in an awfully nice way with her nipple piercings shamelessly outlined through the thin fabric and if they weren’t so busy hating each others ego and guts they would have fucked each other in the elevator but currently their brain was muddy with the thought of you and how to win you over. To everyone around ,they looked like hyenas ready to pounce.

At the get together at first they only found Randvi, Valka and Ciara. Later Alexios -kass’ brothe- joined with his girlfriend and they tried not to let their sour mood show on their face. Kassandra did at least. Eivor was pouting and was rude and snappish to everybody. That was until you made an appearance walking through the door and greeting everybody without really looking at them and going straight to Randvi

“hey did you take my keys?”

“oh fuck I probably did cause I couldnt find my own” she said in faked surprise and Kass wnated to mentally high five the ging in that moment. She was a real one and she made a mental note to gift her a bottle of wine later that week

“Hey since you are here why don’t you stay over?”

“I dont know, I had a really long lecture and..”

“oh please do us the favor. I've been dying to meet randvis mysterious roommate” Kass intervened and walked up to you offering a hand in greeting. You looked up in genuine curiosity and there was an unmistakable lustful glint in your eyes

“do you now” you asked and turned your body to face the tall greek demigod - as described by Kassandra herself-

“You see a cute girl, you ask for her number. its the natural order of things” she teased and you chuckled looking to the side seemingly flustered before you attempted to hold eye contact for a little longer

“Who are you?”

“Kassandra. I’m”

“ooooh” you said and then cut yourself of regretting your reaction

“shit, didn't mean to make that expression out loud” you joked and Kass tried to laugh it off as well

shit

She didn’t like that oh. It meant you have heard of her from one of her past flings which she did try to end things on good terms. As good as ghosting someone after a one night stand could be at least. She was yanked back from a strong grip on her shoulder as Eivor stepped up to steal the spotlight

“Ease up on the girl Kass”

you turned to look at the norse and your demeanor changed in seconds

“Your braids- they are amazing. Is your hair this thick or are these extensions?” you asked and took a step sideways and towards her. Eivor subconsciously touched her braids pulling them to the front and showed them off proudly, bragging about their cultural meaning and you chimed in, perked up and eager to learn more.

Kassandra was leaning against the wall behind you having you trapped between their bodies in a way that sparked up a new idea in Kassandras filthy brain. Her eyes searched for Eivors and when they met she was sure that the same thought crossed their mind.

You looked awfully nice in the middle and the two mascs could certainly get used to such a sight

“You should come by our place. Eivor braided my hair once as well. She is skilled with her hands you know”

the brunette teased and run her fingers through your hair as if measuring the length

“If that's something you’d be into. It will take a few hours though”

she agreed and you looked behind you and then back to your front in realization of the position you were in. You shifted your weight from one leg to the other and hiked up your skirt a tad, discreetly as if to fix your outfit

“That sounds fun. I could compensate you for the effort by bringing coffee and my sunny personality”

“that sounds like a deal”

and before they could get comfortable with your presence you slipped out of the tight space they formed around you and in a smooth motion walked to the door

“Well then have fun tonight. Ill see you girls around”

and left the room. They stood there awkwardly refusing to make eye contact at how pathetic they probably looked to everyone around them. Valka let out a sigh

“Its ok you can leave”

And they both relaxed, tension leaving their bodies as they made their way to the door

“Ok ok cool cause like we-“

“Yes I know why you came. Goodnight”

The two women left in a hurry to catch up to you since you had conveniently forgotten to leave your ig handle or any other form of contact that they could reach you through.

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It happened fast and the first time the three of you found yourselves alone. As alone as one can be at a public library. In your defense it was after hours and there were maybe one or two other students at the east end of the room where there were desks with computers while you three sat at the far back of the library on the couches by the large windows. Kassandra had snuck in a bottle of wine bragging that an uncle of hers made it himself and what was supposed to be a group study turned into a sloppy make out session with you on all fours on the couch,hands flat on the velvet fabrics on each side of Eivors thighs who had a tight grip on your cheeks pulling you in to deepen the kiss.

Eivor was a good kisser. You never thought you could ever kiss someone and reach a near death-like orgasmic state. She had skill when her velvet tongue caressed yours and the way it folded over the walls in your mouth had you begging for more and moaning in the midst of it.

“Fuck this view is good”

Whispered Kass as she pressed her thumb against the wet patch forming on your underwear. She rubbed the spot around your clit and you flinched letting out a moan. She had bunched up your skirt around your waist enjoying the view of your ass.

She looked around and leaned back to check if anyone was coming to their spot.

While you were covered enough thanks to the tall bookshelves separating the sitting areas she wanted to make sure that this view would be reserved for them alone. Kassandra didn’t care about getting caught in the midst of an indecent act but she would be bothered if anyone else would get sight so easily of what she fought to get access to for a few months now.

She adjusted her position again, spreading her legs further away to get closer to you and Eivor broke contact in that moment

“Someone’s coming?”

“No we’re good”

And before you could ask about the situation Kass was back,stimulating every nerve ending and sense in your brain by pulling your bright red underwear to the side and swiping her thick fingers through your folds collecting the wetness and leaning in to taste it. Your moan was thankfully drowned by Eivors lips crashing against her while her hands worked their way beneath your top and started caressing your chest and brushing over your nipples teasing the spot. You took the initiative to move your hand to undo her heavy belt, the noise of the metallic clasp ringing in the empty halls.

By now, Kass was knuckle deep in your pussy fingering you at a steady pace, reminding you to keep your back arched for her while Eivor on the other hand held your head low on her crotch bearing her teeth in an attempt to be quiet while you ate her out diligently. Your hair that she spent hours accessorizing with stones and rings was a mess in her tight grip now. Her knuckles were white as she pushed you against her cunt to which you obliged with content eager to push your tongue deeper in her hole, loving her scent and taste and the way her thighs twitched and started to shake from the upcoming orgasm. You yourself were barely holding on with Kassandra mercilessly destroying your pussy and whispering filthy praises all the while.

Your knees gave out the second your orgasm washed over you and you sat back on the couch resting your head on Eivors thigh while she gently caressed your hair now. Kassandra took her time to fix up your clothes being terribly tender with every move as if she was holding a priceless artifact in her hands.

It didn’t end there. Of course it didn’t. Because once they felt out how smoothly everything rolled with you three they had to keep going. So you ended up in Dormitory C and the second the door closed behind you Kassandras was already pushing you on her bed impatiently trying to get out of her baggy jean overalls while Eivor opened her closet to get out her leather strap on. Kassandra, like the whore that she was, had been strapped before they even left the house and so the minute her pants came off she eased her way in between your thighs and reached for the lube in the drawer of her bed table.

They took turns fucking you and in that moment you had the epiphany that being a whore was the best choice you took that day.

“I don’t know who to choose, they are both hot”

“Then go with both of them, Be a whore” Randvi suggested with a wink and you took her advice to heart. She would be proud tomorrow when you told her of this night over coffee

Kassandra lost all sense of time and space and by the time you all were worn out it was 5 am. You were laying on their living rooms couch, a series you forgot the title of playing on their Tv. You were on Kassandras chest, your cheek against her soft breasts while her hands caressed your hair and lower,laid Eivor between your thighs, arms wrapped around your waist and head on your sternum with her face buried in your neck near the countless bite marks that they left.

Kassandra made plans to make you breakfast. Not that she knew how to cook but she could cut up a few fruits and maybe finally use that espresso machine that Eivor bought a few months ago. The next day however the only one in her lap was her roommate who once was awake was as distraught to see that you were nowhere around

“Did she just…leave?”

EIvor would have laughed at Kassandras face for finally being the one ghosted however this specific situation directly affected her as well since Eivor was also ditched

“No, I don't think so. Wait” Eivor stood up and walked over to the coffee table to see a note left by you.

I borrowed your hoodie. Ill wash it and tell Randvi to give it to you <3

“Are you fucking with me right now?!”

Kassandra walked over and smirked

“Oh thats hot”

“Are you fucked in the head ? Like are you actually dumb?” Eivor angrily yelled and Kassandra just kept laughing

“Oh come on. Don’t tell me that what she just pulled didn’t make her that much more attractive. I say we one up what we did last night and make her ours”

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Randvi was yelling at you for an hour half excited and half mad

“Why?! WHY?!” She held you by your shoulders shaking you like a rag doll and you just grinned refusing to take anything seriously

“Because Randvi I know the shit that they pull. Hell every girl they fucked around campus has being ghosted or cheated on or other shit. I had a good night but I don’t want to get attached”

Randvi frowned and seemed slightly let down. Hard to accept and harder to deny was the fact that indeed, Eivor and Kassandra had been leaving a series of broken hearts in their path however she could at least testify that Eivor did it because the blonde confessed to having a crush on you for a long time now and only fooled around with others until you were available.

“I think you should give it a shot. Can’t be worse than your last ex”

“No see it can because with them, sex was good”

And Randvi choked on her juice

No matter what grand plan you had to avoid getting entangled with them, The two were set on finding you and they did. Easily enough. You were drinking coffee at the cafeteria,headset on with a book in your head reading and enjoying your peaceful afternoon which they very excitedly ruined. Kassandra wrapped an arm around you sitting on the chair next to yours and Eivor pressed her palm against your lower back in greeting. You rested your headphones around your neck and looked at them

“Oh hi..ugh whats up”

Kass smirked and looked up at her roommate who licked her teeth as her smile widened. Her voice was dry, scratching that itch in your brain that made it awfully pleasing to listen to her speak and even better to hear her loud moans. Eivor caught the shift in your eyes and how the pupils seemed to dilate

“Someone is excited to see us”

“Bold” You remarked and leaned back against your bar stool your eyes going from Eivors blue to Kassandras hazelnut gaze

Why the hell not

You thought and decided to indulge them while they got comfortable around you. One thing led to another and you were yet again naked in the bathroom stall while they devoured every inch of your body.

Soon enough you found yourself more and more at their place and you would catch the way their body language changed and how they started using pet names more frequently with you. You didn’t dwell too much on that shift being someone who needed to be told things out right to understand them. You found out that according to them, you three had been dating for a month. The way you found out was at a party when a girl was hitting on you. You weren’t interested but when she asked if you were seeing anyone you told your version of truth which was

“No not really”

And word traveled fast at the party. So that night Eivor dragged you back to their apartment and had you choking on her strap while Kass pounded in you from behind

“Single huh? Is this how you get fucked when you are single then?!” She growled while you failed to see what she was angry about enjoying the delightful punishment that you were receiving

“So two ain’t enough for you? You need more people to fuck you?” Kassandra hissed while dizzy with the sight of your pussy stretched around her cock that glistened from your cum.

That night none of you were sure if someone was angry or horny or both and sat down to talk about whatever occurred at the party the next morning with coffee. You felt uncomfortable having such a serious conversation and when Kass asked

“So what are we?” You were convinced there was a glitch in the matrix. You couldn’t understand how you managed to make these two hang by every word coming out of your lips. Eivor was fidgeting with her cup while standing next to the window pretending not to care much. Kassandra had the same easy going smile but her knuckles were white from her clenched fists.

“I..Didn’t think you two considered us to be..like a thing I mean…You two are smart enough. I’m sure you know what they say about you two”

And kassandra flinched while eivor clenched her jaw

“No yeah we know but I figured since we…spent so much time together it meant something more” You nodded and found yourself melt at Kassandras visible vulnerability

“Didn’t it?”

You smiled and walked over to her gently holding her cheek in your hand and caressing the soft tan flesh. She relaxed in your touch

“I like what we three have going on. I wouldn’t mind if it were to become something more. No need to rush into anything though”

Eivor found the confidence to walk back towards you and face you

“No sure but…we want this” she exclaimed and you looked at them not believing what a turn your life had taken in less then a month.

“Alright then” you agreed and she relaxed leaning down to kiss you

“And sorry if I was a little rough with you last night”

You smiled in the kiss and shoved her face out of yours “You aren’t sorry at all” and she graced you with a wolfish grin that confirmed your statement.

•••

Im suffering with Kasseivor thoughts these days and you all should as well

[collapsedglasshouses]

An Angel for Noah || Noah Sebastian x OC [Part 5]

DIVIDER ART WORK BY @cafekitsune

MASTERPOST

PAIRING: Noah Sebastian x Jules [she/her]

SUMMARY: Noah can't get this girl from his dreams out of his thoughts and goes to extreme lengths to clear his head... With no success.

WARNINGS: alcohol consumption, reckless behavior, near-death experiences, emotional distress, ...

A/N: Hello! ♡ Here is the next chapter of An Angel For Noah and we finally have something to work with. I'm so excited for your reactions. Just to let you know, I almost broke my brain while writing this. Also thanks to my boyfriend for being my co-writer. Credit goes out to collapsedboyfriend or whatever lmao. Have fun reading this chapter and let me know your thoughts! ♡

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Keep in mind, this takes place in an alternative universe. Even though I write about real people, the way I write them has nothing to do with how they are in real life.

“Jules.”

Noah’s simple exclaim still lingered in her ears, even days later.

Her heart had sunk when she heard him audibly sigh out her name. Her mind instantly had started to race. Why did he say her name? What was going on?

It wasn’t like she hadn’t realised how shifty Noah had gotten over the past few weeks, it all coming to a peak when she saved him from almost crashing his car, but nothing that happened made her come to the conclusion why he would know her name.

When the tour had finally kicked off, Jules nerves were on edge. Noah on the other hand seemed to finally have some rest from his thoughts. There was hardly a moment where he could reflect on the strange events that had occurred in the days leading up to the tour.

What Jules didn’t expect, was, actually liking to be on the road. When she was still alive she had been a homebody. She had loved being alone and found it rather difficult to bear the idea of ​​being away for long periods of time. But watching Noah do what he loved had impacted her somehow.

He seemed to blossom more and more with each day leading up to the tour and Jules couldn’t help but adore it. It almost felt like his feelings were washing over her.

The morning of the first tour date had arrived. The whole crew already arrived yesterday, so they had the full day to prepare everything to their liking. Jules watched Noah as he was woken up by his phone ringing.

The small hotel they stayed in was far from luxurious but it did what it was supposed to and did not blow their budget.

"Yes?" Noah rasped into his phone and ran a hand through his hair. Jules slightly tilted her head and watched him stretch his neck. If she hadn't been in the midst of a full on crisis about him stuttering her name in his sleep, she would have addressed how she couldn't deny how attractive she found him certain things he did throughout the day. One of them being his morning stretches.

"Yes, I'm wide awake, Matt. In fact, I'm about to step out of my room and get a ride to the venue." Noah lied and set on the edge of his bed. Jules rolled her eyes at him while slightly smiling. He definitely had overslept but there wasn't anything she could do but watch him hectically start his day.

When he later arrived at the venue, he was greeted by his band mates and shortly after he was completely in his element.

Until late afternoon, Jules didn't leave his side. Even stopped him from hitting his head too hard for a couple of times. Even though she would consider that day as her first constantly stressful one since becoming his guardian angel, she also couldn't stop herself from smiling all the time, when she saw how happy Noah was.

Noah's band mates were a constant source of support. Jules observed their interactions, noting the unbreakable bond that had formed over countless tours and late-night jam sessions. Their music was their lifeline, and they embraced it with a fervor that had carried them through countless challenges.

As they gathered at early evening for the soundcheck, Jules overheard their animated conversations. Ruffilo, the bassist, couldn't contain his excitement. "This is it, guys! The start of the tour! Let's give 'em a show they won't forget!"

Jolly, the guitarist, added with a grin, "And let's party like rock stars afterward!"

The concert itself had been a whirlwind of energy and emotions. Jules had watched as Noah took the stage, his powerful voice resonating through the venue. The crowd's adoration was heartwarming, their voices merging with his like it was a match made in heaven.

As the final chords of the concert had echoed through the air, Jules had seen the sweat-soaked euphoria on Noah's face. The connection he forged with the audience was a testament to the raw power of his music, a force that transcended the boundaries of the stage.

Much to Jules' dismay, Noah had taken the "party like rock stars" statement, from Jolly earlier, a tad too serious.

Around two hours later the whole crew found themselves at a party in a nearby bar, celebrating another electrifying performance. The room was filled with loud laughter, music and the clinking of glasses.

Noah and the boys, still riding the high of the concert, were at the center of it all. Noah moved through the crowd with charisma and charm, the embodiment of the rock star lifestyle, trying to hide his insecurities. His deepest inner self wanted him to retreat to his hotel room, but knowing that this was not proper, he chose rather to drown his sorrows in alcohol, among the fans and partygoers. As the night wore on, he slowly but surely felt the effect of his drinks.

Normally he would already be fully into the party action with his thoughts, but this night was different. He kept catching himself thinking about this girl. The whole day he had pushed her out of his mind but now she was more present than before. Jules. His memories of that dream lingered at the edge of his consciousness, like a whisper in the dark.

His thoughts were abruptly interrupted when an attractive woman joined him. It wasn't long before Noah recognized her face as one of the girls from front row. In fact, the crew had become very careful about who they invited to the after show parties, but every now and then people, often times girls with clear intentions, would sneak in. None of the guys were the kind who slept with fans, but Noah still allowed himself to flirt with one or the other from time to time. So when the woman asked him to join her for a drink, he gladly accepted, trying to get Jules of his mind.

When they set down at the bar, his gaze wandered. He glanced around, seeing his band mates and crew immersed in their own celebrations. The weight of his fame, the constant adoration of fans, and the relentless tour schedule weighed on him, and right at this moment, the temptation to escape it all was irresistible.

Drinks started to flow freely, and Noah lost track of time, the moments slipping away in a haze of laughter and intoxication. But as the night deepened, so did the weight of his choices. The memory of the girl in his dream resurfaced, like a distant melody that tugged at his heart.

Suddenly he felt like he wasn't getting enough oxygen anymore. Absently, he excused himself from the woman's company, not even remembering her name, as he navigated his way through the crowd and out of the building.

He was a little dizzy when he finally breathed in some fresh air and only now did he realize how drunk he really was.

He needed to get to the hotel. When Jules saw him like that, her neck hair began to stand up. She felt like a predator carefully watching her prey as she followed the stumbling figure through the streets.

In his intoxicated state, Noah paid little attention to the world around him. As he stumbled along the dimly lit street, the traffic light ahead of him turned red. Oblivious to the rules of the road, he continued walking, the sound of his own footsteps drowned out by the sounds of the city at night.

Jules, on the other hand, saw it all unfold.

A car, its headlights glaring, raced toward Noah with terrifying speed.

Panic started to creep up her skin as she realized what disaster was about to happen. She had no time to think and with a burst of adrenaline, Jules materialized and began to run towards Noah. With full force she crashed into him and therefore got him out of the car's path.

A muffled thud was heard as the two fell to the concrete floor, Jules' arms wrapped tightly around Noah. Out of reflex she had closed her eyes and now she couldn't bear to open them, hearing Noah's heartbeat against her ear, while her ears were ringing from adrenaline.

Noah, on the other hand, felt the same way. His heart had never beaten as fast as it had right now. She had saved him. He would have run straight into a car, but the girl that clung to him like there was no tomorrow had saved him from his sure death.

As they lay sprawled on the pavement, Jules, her heart pounding, breathed a sigh of relief as tears streamed down her face. "Are you okay?" she asked, concern etched on her face. She hadn't even realised how she began to cry.

Noah's shock was deep as he stared at her, struggling to find his voice. Despite his near-death experience and the adrenaline rushing through his body, he suddenly felt this calmness coursing through his body, as if the world had paused in this extraordinary moment.

"Never do that again, I swear to god. I'll run you over myself." Jules admonished, her voice trembling with a mix of relief and anger, as she tried to contain her cries. The realisation that she was about to loose her person, made her weep with even more force.

Noah was far too perplexed to respond, his gaze locked on her face, unwilling to let go of the security that enveloped him, when he looked at her.

Eventually, Jules pulled herself away from him, helping Noah to his feet. "Are you hurt?" she inquired, her eyes still filled with concern and tears.

Noah stared into her eyes that looked so familiar and felt almost like home to him and than slowly began to shake his head, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. As he began to regain his composure, he whispered his gratitude and scanned his surroundings. The car was gone. "Thank you for..."

But when he turned back to Jules, she had vanished into the night, leaving him standing alone on the quiet street. His confusion deepened, and he couldn't shake the feeling that his life had taken a surreal and inexplicable turn.

As he continued on his way to the hotel, the events of that night haunted him. He didn't feel a drop of alcohol in his system anymore, his ears still slightly ringing from the adrenaline. The girl who had saved him felt strangely familiar, yet he couldn't place where he had seen her before. Doubt and uncertainty gnawed at him, and he couldn't shake his confusion.

When he finally reached his hotel room, it hit him. He knew why she felt so familiar.

"Jules." he breathed out again.

Jules had saved him.

PART SIX

[kiitruss]

hi my name is kit, ive been hyperfixated on detco for almost 3 years now and im here to make an insanely long intro post because i wanna post stuff and the other detco artists here are so cool and i dont see them on any other platform (for the most part)

Detective conan fans/the people ive adopted as my mutuals even tho theyre not ! (i follow them, they dont follow back, but i interact with the detco content they post so much that i might as well be that one guy in the corner watching the rest of the mutuals talk) HELLO- some of you have probs seen me in ur rbs/tags (depending on who sees this) , and i dont really ever post my Own things, but i do draw ! a lot ! ive done a lot of things and i want more fans to see bc everyone here is so cool 😭 this isnt an interest post more just a "hey whos out there thatll see what i post" kinda deal- ill attach some art under the cut but pretty much what im trying to say is,, (literally choose whatever speaks to ur heart)

these vary in recent-ness,, im in school and im left with very little time to draw, so some of these are from a month or two ago ;; but i only picked what i think still looks good ^^ some are quick doodles, others are unfinished, or even just drawings to test techniques (like the colored shinichi one)- and the second drawing isnt even detco LMAO

the 3rd and 7th doodles are from my project sekai au, thats an explanation for a different post,, and the last 2 are APTX!Heiji doodles !! the last ones part of a mini comic i made a bit back about him first waking up shrunk, which i can make a post with the whole thing later (maybe- it looks a little wonky)

but thats all for now ^^ sorry long first art post but i wanted to let this be sort of also me introducing my art and myself a bit,, and part of me is that i talk way to fuckin much LMFAO- detco is such a huge hyperfixation, and its so important to me and i just adore it so much- so i ramble and ramble and ramble on and on about it

im really excited to maybe meet some people and yeah ! happy scrolling ^^💚

[sin-sidejob]

Inside Job + Valentine’s Day

Happy Valentines Day!! I tried to at least write a little something for the holiday since I’ve got a bit of a tradition going

Warnings: NSFW + MINORS DNI mentions of sex, vague and genderless, safe for all genders. Mentions of food and eating. Monsterfucking? Misuse of candy + absolutely gratuitous cum play and cum eating. I mean it. I wanna say machine fucking for Robotus due to that one line, “you’re about to fuck a machine!”, I love that line lmao — anyways, enjoy!

JR Scheimpough:

- he’s absolutely taking you out to an overly expensive restaurant, there may or may not be chocolate involved that you’re allergic to. He tries to go above the expectations of above and beyond, black card on fire from the amount of times he’s swiped it.

- I can see that kind of conversation where he needs to be told he doesn’t need to do so much, y’know? Something of a sweeter, softer ending with you telling him that he doesn’t need to go all out, all you want is him (plus: “so you don’t want the jewelry?” “I never said that.”)

- then just Valentine’s Day fucking where you may or may not be decked out to the nines in heart jewelry or something lacy beneath whatever red or pink outfit you’ve got on, littered with hearts in your attempts to steal his. JR’s too oblivious to realize that it’s been yours all this time.

- you’ve got him beneath you in his obscenely large bed in those custom 3k thread count Egyptian cotton sheets, and he’s drained and blabbering and essentially orating his last will and testimony as you urge another after another orgasm out of him, poor little thing, empty after giving you everything to feel full. what a gift he is.

- the night ends sticky and sweaty, coated in that salty, glimmering sheen of a fresh fuck. His glasses are askew if not abandoned completely and he’s out of breath, staring at the ceiling and grinning like a fool as you curl around him, pulling up the blankets and sheets around you both and nestling up against him. JR needed the reminder of how it’s the little things that matter, not the grander gestures. He gets it when he feels your breathy little goodnight kiss against his shoulder right before you fall asleep. He gets it.

Alpha Beta Robotus:

- i can see AB’s attempts to do the cliche things he’s seen from sitcoms and realizes through personal error that it just doesn’t work — both for him being the one orchestrating things and then just shitty hijinks of things not working out

- like baking and he only realizes afterward that his hands aren’t calibrated enough for the delicate art of piping. Or when he tries to order you flowers and they don’t arrive or they’re the wrong ones, unfortunately the kind you’re allergic to. He spends too long picking out the stamens to make sure there’s no pollen that could make you ill.

- you think it’s sweet and you didn’t want or need much from him, and you’re just happy that he tried. He made an effort, and you reward him for it, showing him with your mouth wrapped around him how gestures truly speak louder than gifts, especially as you swallow him down between your thighs.

- I can see this being early in the relationship too but fuck he’s just overwhelmed and out of sorts, taking his hand and placing it where your jaw meets neck and guiding you to take him further, spouting sentences of praise in the holiday spirit littered in debauched terms to describe how he feels, how you make him feel, and how he plans to return the favor.

- he shuts up though, right about a minute or two in, after you roll his balls between your palm and gently tug and the robot man is flooding your mouth until it coats your tongue and trickles past your lips to drip down your chin and land atop your chest. He needs to learn how you’re supposed to take those valentines cliches tongue in cheek, but you supposed something between your will do for now.

Brett Hand:

- goes all out with a homemade meal then dancing but in the comfort of home, spinning you around barefoot in the grass of your backyard as the radio plays something sweet and soft

- you’re soft and warm in the moment, well fed and well loved, and you let him twirl you back into his arms underneath those fairy lights you both hung up last autumn. It’s tender and sweet and you taste it on his lips like the promise of next autumn, and the seasons to follow, threading your hand in his hair to bring him close.

- you take lead from him, no longer following, urging him back through kisses that turn wet and messy, getting him to sit atop the outside dining table as you stand between his legs and make a mess out of him. You smirk against plush, swollen lips as he whines once you palm him through those precious Simply Southern khakis with the heart embroidery, sweet man, so precious for you.

- he even moans sweet, Brett’s mouth gaping as you pump him in your fist, layering thick all those compliments you always seem to have stocked away. He cums soon, quickly, but you pay it no mind, licking your hand clean from where he’s painted it white and sticky. He carries you into the house and barely makes it to the kitchen before bending you over, knocking over the festive heart garland over the doorway as he goes, and he laughs loud at your shitty joke about how he’ll always be a heartbreaker.

Reagan Ridley:

- she’s fallen trap to your bargaining and lovely eyes once more, but this Valentine’s Day she’s in a theater watching a shitty but kinda’ good movie, popcorn rich with artificial butter, giant sodas, and sidled beside you in one of those luxe movie theaters with the larger seats.

- you press kisses to her shoulder and cheek between scenes of the movie, occupying yourself with thanking her for the outing and having fun, even though it wasn’t her idea. It’s better than being home, and hey, she still gets to wear sweats.

- her interest gets piqued though when you start rubbing at her thigh when a scene gets busy, your eyes trained on the screen as your hands busy themselves with toying with her, pulling that drawstring bow undone and sneaking your warm, smooth palm beneath to linger over the warm cotton, gently pushing to the side her panties to slide through the slick pooling at her cunt.

- Reagan’s legs widen and part in efforts to get more of your touch, her hands white-knuckling both armrests. You shush her whines and little halfhearted comments with pretty kisses, the shadows making you both seem like a cute couple, your jacket covering her lap and allowing you all the privacy in the world to go knuckle-deep and curl into her cunt, swallowing her moan with a sweet smirk. She can taste the candy on your tongue too, tart and sour and sweet in the way you make everything sweeter.

- it doesn’t take long and the action scenes from the movie and the laughing audience scattered about cover her moans and how she gushes around your hand, soaking her panties and the inner lining of her sweats. You kiss her through it and work her down until you can slide your fingers out and suck them clean, getting back to the movie and finally grabbing some popcorn, hands still sticky-sweet and glinting with that spit shine in the light reflection. Yeah, Reagan can’t say she’s having a bad Valentine’s Day at all.

Andre Lee:

- it initially starts with making those silly tissue box - valentines boxes and shitty cards and filling each other's up at work with silly little dollar store cards with cheap candy attached. Soon, as the day progresses, and every time you stop by his office or send anyone his way, he finds better cards that get bigger and bigger, some with gift cards for date activities or little homemade coupons.

-he was mid-conversation with Myc as he flitted through the coupon book and spotted the more sexual ones, seeing how they got more filthy the further the flipbook went on, prompting him to ditch the dollar store heart sunglasses and stare openly and swat away Myc as he tried to peek.

-due to the fact he already finished his work — which was a lie — he hurried over to your office and shut the door, locking it promptly as he neared and sidled between the desk and your chair, standing between your legs. "I'd like to redeem this little coupon here, hm?" he smiles, giggling light as you take it and look it over, smirking at the words and which one he chose.

-"Alright then, strip for me, and let's get to it," you murmur, already unbuttoning your shirt and watching as he undid his own after eagerly tossing off his labcoat and shucking off his crocs. Andre stands in just his cartoony heart print boxers between your thighs and watches as you strip slow but reveal inch by inch of what you wear beneath, and you get to watch as well as he grows hard against the seam of his boxers.

-"C'mon then," you murmur, "I won't bite," you trail a hand through the sparse hair over his lower belly where it peeks out just above where his dick is, smirking devilishly as you watch him tremble, rocking back on his heels, rewarded as your fingers lower the waistband and take him in hand, pumping slow, "but I think its in the holiday spirit to be adoring, and I know how well you love the bite."

Gigi Thompson:

- the day goes by fast, having spent it out the entire day from brunch to dinner, shopping throughout and by the time you get home you are both exhausted yet just absolutely aching to strip and go at it, having teased one another throughout the events of the day. Shopping bags from boutiques and department stores linger in the hallway, abandoned along with the trail of clothes that leads upstairs and t your shared bedroom.

-you have her wait as you get ready, kissing her in lingering, longing pecks that are laced in reluctance as you pull away before heading to the bathroom for a moment, and she takes the opportunity to strip and splay herself across the pillows in strappy, tight magenta lingerie, semi-sheer in some places, cut out in others, exposing a lot yet bound and wrapped like a present just for you, a heart pendant centered between her breasts with your initial carved into the back, close to her heart.

-you return, in your underwear as well, and take a moment to marvel at her risque ensemble before revealing the toy hidden behind your back, that little rose number you saw she had been eyeing, and you let her know that you were intent on comparing how the toy does to your mouth. Before that even commences, you inch forward upon the bed and press your thigh between the apex of hers, knocking against her cunt and you watch her keenly as her pussy throbs against soaked cotton.

-you watch with eager yet lazy eyes as she grinds against your thigh, breezing through a soft sigh as you shift it, hands smoothing across her nylon-covered thighs to toy with the hem of her underwear, thumbing her clit through the fabric as you urge her closer. "There we go, look so pretty Gigi, pretty angel," you mutter as you watch her pant, grinding desperately against your thigh and wriggling as you flexed and twitched it. "Keep going, gotta' earn your surprise baby, make it a Happy Valentine's Day."

Myc Celium:

- there’s an annual tradition you and Myc have where you try to make it through a rom-com or shitty valentines movie without getting bored and fucking.

- this time it goes awry because the rules were never about getting horny because of the movie and holding off on fucking one another. You started squirming in your seat first at a line the love interest said, or more accurately, ground out. It sounded rough and deep, harsh and mean in just the way you like it. Myc could practically smell it on you before he noticed it — well, in his way.

- you both try and occupy yourselves in the sake of competition with snacking or talking shit about the movie, but every once in a while that love interest would say something similar to how Myc would phrase words, form them into those digging, deep comments that get you clenching and sweaty. In an effort to distract yourself, you consume an entire bowl of chewy fruity candy.

-you both eventually give up, and you're quickly sprawled across his lap with him pumping loads down your throat, hands jacking him off as you ride another flagella, staining pretty pink underwear thoroughly but you pay it no mind, focusing on how even his orb is in the festive mood, pinks littered throughout, and it turns nearly fuchsia as he cums with a shout of your name, nearly whimpering as you hollow your cheeks as you suck him clean, still riding and chasing a slow-build high.

- last coherent thing the bastard says after recovering and pulling his spent appendages from your wanton mouth is something along the lines of “happy Valentine’s Day to me, you little tart” as he places candy hearts atop your cum-coated tongue, chuckling to himself as he watches you swallow down the little pure candies down with something so dirty.

Glenn Dolphman:

-he managed to get everything done in time, prepping after work for something intimate at home, doing the grocery runs and the preliminary work ahead of time to make sure it was great.

-Glenn's not great at the whole public scene and he more than makes up for it in how he tries to do right by you, making an effort where it counts. He's got your favorite foods and snacks available and the weekend is cleared, his kids are away with their mother for the weekend so there isn't any worry or concern about being quiet and private.

-you arrive a bit early, not by much, and you know how he loves punctuality. You didn't expect to walk into his home after unlocking the gratuitous amount of locks on the door to come across him, sleeves rolled and dolled up in an apron, to be cooking over the stone and looking so good doing it.

-He notes your approach and before he can comment, you do, murmuring something along the lines of skipping dinner and going straight into dessert as you snare your arms around his abdomen, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek. Glenn blushes something along the lines of how he worked so hard and you nearly drop to your knees right there and then to pay homage to his efforts.

-instead, you save it for later, helping him cook and moving about the kitchen, getting shooed out when he catches you doing anything, being sweet, and you don't complain, the seat at the countertop allowing you to watch him move around. At some point, after everything had been cooked and set to a low or gentle, warm temperature, he finally gives into those little tempting comments you muttered out as he moves about, the last one about his forearms making him literally drop the spoon he was holding into the sink with a clatter before he rounds around and starts undoing the ties of the apron. "Get over 'here and bend over darlin'. I'll give you your dessert."

[firecrackerhh]

I don’t think sending people death threats is right or whatever, but I’m not gonna pretend like the people crying about our very fucking existence haven’t done the same exact shit.

But of course, antis don’t have shit to say when WE get fucking harassed, fuck us right? Maybe we would be kinder to them if they showed any respect for us! But noooooo, fuck that, god forbid they don’t virtue signal every wretched hour about how every little aspect of the show, fandom and creator included, pisses them the fuck off at all times and how awful we are and how dangerous to society we are or whatever the fuck you mentally ill weirdos believe.

But the second we give them back that energy they wanna play victim? Spare me. Play in fucking traffic or something.

“But that’s-“ what? Is it mean? Am I hurting your wittle fee fees? 🥺 oh you poor fucking babies. Cry to someone who gives a fuck.

It’s not like any fan who tells these people to off themselves is gonna actually do it, antis live off of spite and hatred and frankly anyone with such rancid opinions as them tunes us the fuck out anyway. It’s the ones who don’t y’all should be worried about.

I just wish these people could stop being such fucking hypocrites. Like you can’t bitch and moan about death threats when you’re in a group of people who routinely say that others should die over fictional fucking bullshit.

May I remind you all that this fandom wasn’t half as bad before these miserable fucks came in and started their whining and crying over their bad faith takes on everything involving the show? If anything, these people love the drama, they love the attention, it’s probably the only reason why some of these bastards wake up in the fucking morning! But sure, cry like our negative attention isn’t what you want.

Sure, it’s the hazbin fans that routinely send death threats, say racist shit, act homophobic, whatever, yeah, it’s always the fans right? Never antis, no, not them, pure cinnamon rolls they are./sarcasm

Clean up your own fucking house before you judge other people’s dumbfuck.

And yeah sure, Squidiot apologized for whatever bad shit she’s said and done in the past, but to be honest with you folks, I don’t believe this bitch for a second.

Lmao the same bitch who claimed that Viv was going to destroy society with her fucking cartoons thinks sending death threats is bad when by her own ‘logic’ (if you could even call it that) the only way Viv’s “society ending” cartoons would stop being created is if she died.

I can’t imagine being such a fucking tool to where I don’t fucking realize “hey…maybe this group of people routinely sending death threats to people over fictional bullshit isn’t the group I belong in” but then have the balls to say to the world “Vivziepop’s cartoon empire should fall!!!” Or whatever wacko shit without realizing the consequences of such a statement.

And just for the sake of clarity, yeah, clearly I’m not the pinnacle of kindness myself, I’m beyond aware, but Christ, at least I don’t directly send people death threats or whatever, like yeah, I’ve said bad shit before, I’m not denying that, but at least I don’t send it to the people I’m mad at.

If an anti sees my posts and that makes them angry that’s their own fault for looking at my shit to begin with.

Honestly the fact that most of those pictures of “harassment” the anti showed of non-Hazbin fans is at most fans telling the person “can you shut the fuck up” is kinda evidence to me these people are babies.

Like statistically I know there’s gotta be some subsection of fans who do send death threats on the regular and that shit isn’t ok, but shitty people are in every fandom my dude, it’s kinda inevitable, maybe stop whining that the hazbin fandom doesn’t do enough to remove people from the fandom and focus on your fucking behavior.

As if removing people from any fandom is even really possible, definitely for a fandom the size of Hazbin. It isn’t like we vote in leaders or something, it isn’t like Viv is Zeus and the big Hazbin accounts are Olympians, at most you can warn people of a person’s behavior, ostracize them even, but that doesn’t guarantee they’ll stop watching the show or engaging in fandom in other ways or with a different group of people or something.

People are awful, so most fandoms are toxic waste dumps, the hazbin fandom isn’t special, neither are antis, we’re all varying degrees of awful, it’s just a matter of what degree you are, and I think being an anti is significantly worse than any fan of a stupid fucking cartoon.

Giving off some real “I have the right to free speech!” Energy tbh. Like we all have an opinion my dude, doesn’t mean we’re obligated to endure your horseshit.

But on the bright side, that free speech bullshit applies to us as much as them, truly nothing is more American than telling a bitch to shut the fuck up over their bullshit-ass opinion. God bless America.

🧨🔥~Firecracker out~���🧨

[s0lar-ch3ri]

yippee new pinned

yeah, ik, a new pin? but the other one felt too fucking long for me okay??

also its my blog so yeah anyways:

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hey there, im the sapphic bigender slut running this blog! i use any pronouns, though i prefer he/her/it/sol (this can change so yeagh lmao). i like dogs and have some ill talk about, but im mostly a blog about writing and ramblers (with some art posts mixed in, youll know where to find them below soon)

if you want more info on the blog, check out this carrd! (and if you want to know what my past 2 old pinned posts looked like...)

-link to the 2nd or the one before this one -link to the 1st or the first of them all

i run a shit ton of rp blogs. like A LOT of absurb ones. luckily, one of my rp blogs (@oncewaskas) has a full list of the others and shit in their pin! also my friend muffin has a big big fucking rp blog list go check it out rn its so big and cool also check xem out please please please please please please they need more attention xeyre so so cool JUST RAHHHHHHHHH

(update on the thing above: heres a link to the post with all of my blogs, not just jrwi non-oc blogs)

now for tags (do be warned, there is A LOT.) (for fun im putting in parenthesizes all the refs the tags has if theres any) (also ive tried seperating them into categories where they match and shit): -

#not my usual content = might be more serious, just something i dont normally talk about (example: something that happened to me) #silli promo = im probs promoing my fics or smth #chilling in solar lights = just talking lol (sun reference) #op is not okay lmao = mostly on my older posts, im just going batshit insane bout smth - #cheri's insane again = theories >:) [i have several theory tags, this is for the more crazy/out there theories, example being my hair thief theory] #theories with cheri = like GTMTMP (game theory minus the mat pat) but for series i watch instead [also for the lesser crazier and more tame and/or plausible ones] #the rambler. = character/interest rambles

#the hair thief theory... = a theory i made a while ago that somehow got more insane as i researched - #cherry's fruity art basket = posting my own original art (like a fruit basket, also a lot of my characters are gay so yeah) #cheri's art findings = reblogging other peoples art, whatever form it may take (like fruit findings, another basket thing) #the (genderneutral) sons of this solar sun =talking about my ocs (i use gendered words ungendered, sun reference) #the bright smoothie of words = my writings (light and sun ref) #prepping for the shiney smoothie = talking about my writing and possibly also art (my writing tag is about a smoothie) - #the generator is back :) = ive used the trauma generator i found to meme something - #kingdoms of chaos = my old dnd campaign i played AND my first ever! (name of campaign) #in space chaos = the dnd campaign i curently am in, probs will talk about it saterdays (when its staerday here i mean) cause thats our campaign days (play on the name "kingdoms of chaos", if the campaign does get an actual name then im fucked lmao) #the chaos plans = a dnd campaign i wanna set up and dm for friends {wont be posrting this one much as 2 people who i want playing the campaign are on tumblr. unless they block tags then i cant do shit} (name play for "kingdoms of chaos") #gnashing teeth baby <3 = another campaign im in, probs gonna talk about this one the most (name of campaign is gnashing teeth, in reference to "WELCOME BACK TO JUST ROLL WITH IT BABY", "[insert thing here] my beloved <3") - #the pancake incident = the time i went crazy in comments to get a post to 10k notes (WE HAVE A LINK!! here it is for those unable to use the imbedded ones and what not: https://www.tumblr.com/b0nkcreat/730895614697766912/hello-everyone-i-would-just-post-the-image-here?source=share&ref=_tumblr) #ghe ersaer saga = the saga where i show off/talk about me fuckass erasers #the 2 birdies :) and gay se- = a tag for the stupid joke i have with my bud ev about the necklace with the fucking birds - #the autism is inspired?? = i found something that for whatever reason inspires me to write or whatever #just like a cool rock = like a cool rock, something interesting i found and must show the world #ohhhhhhhhhh me boobies saving for a03 = some actual writing advice thing ive found that im gonna save lol

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#new info dropped for my brain = saving smth just cause rather then interesting #sending to the catagorized fan rays = saving fandom things (fan like fandom, rays like sun rays)

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#*points at me* GAY = im experiencing immense attraction and you will comply (ref to how people point at others and call them gay for silly shit) - #the light in life = my dog has arrived (light and sun reference, you get it) #the fire of the sun = treasures, my dog for the tag above, brother (sun has fire) - #answers from the aster caster = ref to mythborne [a just roll with it oneshot] and a name i like, basically for asks lol

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#a sun spirits dance. = for if im playing my sona or whateves lol

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#jerwee supreme = a tag containing almost all my jrwi rambles (just roll with it in its shortened from is pronounced like jur-wee, weeb supreme is condis role in condicord which im in) #ghostly gazes into future eps = my fake transcripts, might be only pd but we'll see (reference to a line in a pd intro rap from will)

#the primed timing rambles = rambles about my littol au smiles

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now with those out the way, i do have a mythborne related series im starting up, and you can suggest things i write! the way to do so is in the carrd i mentioned before. since i can, im mentioning those series now!

#the rats rise again! - the aforementioned series, will be drawn if requested (you can mention it on the form in like the complaints area lol) #game theory minus the matpat - i talked about it before, the carrd has all the info you need, yeah #Paranormal Callings (And How We Got You Out) - while i do wanna start it, to me it makes more sense drawn out in a comic like style, and id need to make a couple so i dont feel bad on leaving it out

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heres mutual/friend/family tags:

#jrwi by non jrwi enjoyer = im talking to my non just roll with it friend on just roll with it [will be used for them in general, not just jrwi, its just mostly jrwi] #epic artist = im talking about my niece #silly billy goose = im talking about my cousin #SEXY MOTORCYCLE!!! = ive finally given into urges and started talking about my lovely (ex gf now friend) (a nickname for them based off an old tumblr post thing i dont remember) (not really used here any more) #piss dolphin mutual = a fun tumblr mutual i have on here (based off a fanfic line they wrote) #soup bubbles on the blr = another fun mutual i know (accidentally called them soup when their nickname was soap, soap has bubbles to it, reblogging their posts puts them on my tumblr dash so blr) #my enablerrrrrr = FELIS TIME YAYAYAYAAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAAYYY ("enabled" by them to do stupid shit like writing silly things) (i also write fanfics so yeah)

have a question? check the carrd or just ask lol okay bye

starting a collection of images because i can:

^ tags can be found on @/okcoolthanks i just dont have the energy to link post

[svntxnc]

This is for you

The story describes a reunion of two childhood friends who lost contact for a decade. reader attended a concert of her friend Mark, who had become a successful idol, and was surprised when he dedicated a song to her. After the concert, Mark arranged for reader,his mom and her mother to meet him backstage, allowing them to reconnect after all those years apart.

w/c: 1,959

warnings: none so far

a/n: idk if I'm making a second part lmao

[2011]

It was a peaceful afternoon until you heard someone yell your name loudly “Y/N!” you looked to see who it was, it was mark, you waved at him as he walked up to you “wanna go to the court?” he said “sure but just make sure you wont hit me this time” you said jokingly “I swear I'm so much better now” he said as you both started walking towards the court.

a few moments of joking around made you both realize that you liked each other

at the court he was playing with the ball as you sat on one of the benches “you should play too, it’s really easy” he said as you rolled your eyes “don’t roll your eyes at me!” he said jokingly, “if you make one in ill play with you” you said, he chuckled and said “bet” as he was getting ready to dunk the ball he quickly said “Y/N this is for you!” as he threw the ball, you probably know by now that he didn’t get the ball in, you laughed loudly as he kept trying to shoot the ball “that was a warm up I swear” he said “whatever you say” you said.

[2012]

“I wanna attend the SM auditions” mark said “go ahead” you added, “yea but I feel like I’ll miss my family, friends and all those things” he said “yeah but its more of a once in a lifetime thing if you do go though” you said “yeah but-” he was about to say something before you cut him and say “didn’t you say this was your dream? you should do it” you added “I’ll audition if you come with me to the place” he said while glaring at you “fine” you said

[2013]

mark auditioned, and guess what, he’s a trainee now,

big time skip, like very big

[2023]

It’s been a while since you’ve both spoken to each other as you both lost contact, he would sometimes ask his mom on how you were cause your mom’s were best friends, but for those times where he did his mom never really told him how you were and just teased him about it.

you recently saw that mark was going on tour and that he was going to your city.

you came home and checked your phone as your mom sent you a text saying “Marks mom is in the city, come over for dinner” you smiled seeing the text as you were happy that they were still friends, you quickly texted her back with a simple “okay”.

time skip bloop

you arrived at your moms house with flowers as a gift for the both of them, you knocked on the door as your mom opened it “hi honey” she said while taking your coat off and hanging it while marks mom walks towards the both of you, “hello” you said shyly as the three of you sat down at the dining table, “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you Y/N, how are you” marks mom said “I’m doing good, just busy with school” you said, “aish this girl never goes out its irritating” your mom said as you sat there looking offended “so Y/N are you dating?” Mrs. lee said as you almost chocked on your own spit, both of them look at you concerned and curious “no, I just don’t have the time” you said with a grin on your face.

time skip again cause why not

“I was thinking of attending marks concert, but I don’t wanna go alone so can you both come with me” Mrs. lee said with a smile on her face, your mom gladly said yes and as you were about to say that u cant your mom stopped you saying “its one day off of school, your friends wont miss you that much” your mom said already knowing that you would say that you cant, “ill come with” you say with a defeated look.

[2011 march]

It was a peaceful afternoon until you heard someone yell your name loudly “Y/N!” you looked to see who it was, it was mark, you waved at him as he walked up to you “wanna go to the court?” he said “sure but just make sure you wont hit me this time” you said jokingly “I swear I'm so much better now” he said as you both started walking towards the court.

a few moments of joking around made you both realize that you liked each other

at the court he was playing with the ball as you sat on one of the benches “you should play too, it’s really easy” he said as you rolled your eyes “don’t roll your eyes at me!” he said jokingly, “if you make one in ill play with you” you said, he chuckled and said “bet” as he was getting ready to dunk the ball he quickly said “Y/N this is for you!” as he threw the ball, you probably know by now that he didn’t get the ball in, you laughed loudly as he kept trying to shoot the ball “that was a warm up I swear” he said “whatever you say” you said.

[2012]

“I wanna attend the SM auditions” mark said “go ahead” you added, “yea but I feel like I’ll miss my family, friends and all those things” he said “yeah but its more of a once in a lifetime thing if you do go though” you said “yeah but-” he was about to say something before you cut him and say “didn’t you say this was your dream? you should do it” you added “I’ll audition if you come with me to the place” he said while glaring at you “fine” you said

[2013]

mark auditioned, and guess what, he’s a trainee now,

big time skip, like very big

[2023]

It’s been a while since you’ve both spoken to each other as you both lost contact, he would sometimes ask his mom on how you were cause your mom’s were best friends, but for those times where he did his mom never really told him how you were and just teased him about it.

you recently saw that mark was going on tour and that he was going to your city.

you came home and checked your phone as your mom sent you a text saying “Marks mom is in the city, come over for dinner” you smiled seeing the text as you were happy that they were still friends, you quickly texted her back with a simple “okay”.

time skip bloop

you arrived at your moms house with flowers as a gift for the both of them, you knocked on the door as your mom opened it “hi honey” she said while taking your coat off and hanging it while marks mom walks towards the both of you, “hello” you said shyly as the three of you sat down at the dining table, “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you Y/N, how are you” marks mom said “I’m doing good, just busy with school” you said, “aish this girl never goes out its irritating” your mom said as you sat there looking offended “so Y/N are you dating?” Mrs. lee said as you almost chocked on your own spit, both of them look at you concerned and curious “no, I just don’t have the time” you said with a grin on your face as she said “I have a son you know”. as the three of you chuckled.

time skip again cause why not

“I was thinking of attending marks concert, but I don’t wanna go alone so can you both come with me” Mrs. lee said with a smile on her face, your mom gladly said yes and as you were about to say that u cant your mom stopped you saying “its one day off of school, your friends wont miss you that much” your mom said already knowing that you would say that you cant, “ill come with” you say with a defeated look.

time skip

you guys arrived at the venue, and while waiting for them to come out a fan next to you asked “who’s your bias?’ with a smile on their face so obviously excited for them to perform you chuckled before you said “I like all of them, what about you?” the fan smiled as she said “I bias mark! I just love everything he does” and you agreed with her, as a few moments went by and you guys were still talking and the screams kept getting louder and louder, and that’s when you knew it. you knew that he finally achieved his dream of becoming an idol who was beloved by many, but also as a person that was still loved and respected by many, you couldn’t imagine how proud his family and his members were of him, you, you already knew how proud you were of him the moment that he decided that he would attend the auditions.

they appeared on stage and the crowd yelled like there was no tomorrow, you could feel the excitement through your veins, and you liked that.

as they were going through the crowd and focusing the camera on people that they recognized, like family, friends and co-idols and just fans in general, the camera focused on Mrs. lee and you and your mom, which caused you to freeze in place as the fan that you were talking to earlier made fun of you.

as you were frozen marks heart skipped a beat, well because his mom was there and they were gonna perform in those damn glass boxes but because of you too, he always wondered what you’ve been up to, and he has the chance now, well after the concert technically.

after they greeted the fans they all went to their places and mark had an idea as the first song they were gonna perform was very dear to him, why? it was a song that he wrote about you.

as they were getting ready to say, mark says four words, four words that are very familiar to you, he says “this is for you” while looking at you before they all start singing as his members look at him in terror knowing that they’ll get an earful later because of him.

time skip

The concert is over, you and the girl exchanged numbers as you made a new friend! mark has wanted to talk to you three so he begged his manager to let you guys backstage, you asked your mom if you could go home now but she wouldn’t let her as she wanted you and your childhood friend to meet again.

as the three of you arrived backstage you felt as if the world was gonna collapse under you, so you told her that u were gonna go to the restroom.

as the two of them arrived there the members greeted them with their full energy while mark was so obviously looking for something, or someone, “she’s at the restroom” his mom said with a smile on her face, mark quickly said “who?” to try to defend himself, his mother said “don’t act dumb, I know who you’re looking for, I just wanna know why you want to find her” mark sighed in defeat as he said “well we grew up together and she was my best friend” “and I miss her too” he quickly added, “that’s all?” said your mom and members in chorus.

“well-” he said before he saw you walking past, everyone confused they look in the same direction he was looking at and well, shockingly enough, it was you.

[seiwas]

ok so..this is gonna be so strange and this isn’t a request but I wanted to put this idea in ur head bc I can’t get it out of mine

i haven’t looked into gumidori much I don’t think it’s a popular ship at all but there’s this audio going through Instagram rn..and I js saw an artists reel using it

and the audio goes like “hey be safe!”-gumi “I will :))” -itadori and then gojo and nobara are behind them “OH BE SAFE…ILL BE SO SAFE… MWAH MWAH MWAH” and gumi is like “GUYS STOP ITS NOT LIKE THAT..” and then he proceeds to monologue abt how he DOESNT at ALL have a crush on itadori..and then at the end hes like “i just listed all the evidence why I do have a crush on itadori…what the fuck” and gojo and nobara are sitting behind him listening to him mutter to himself and they’re absolutely DYING of laughter

that probably made no sense…it’s about 5am and I haven’t slept yet and I’m losing my mind! anyway have a nice weekend sel LMAO sorry u have to read my shit tonight 😔😔 there’s no way this’ll make sense to you at all but I tried my best I swear :((

but anyways..they’re so boyfriend coded now that I look at it? Like…ur telling me nobara hasn’t been actively discussing how to set them up together with gojo. UR TELLING ME GUMI DOESNT LOOK AT ITADORI AND GO “Hes so perfect, I wanna marry him. because he’s my best friend. No other reason.” Like what are you on about AND NOW APPARENTLY IM A YUJIGUMI(yujigumi? gumidori? Itagumi? gumidori sounds better.) SHIPPER SO THATS GREAT..

I’m gonna go dream abt toji now..goodnight u goose I’m so sorry u have to try to make sense of all this 😭

—anonnie 💌

hello nonie!! hehe i call megumi x yuuji as itafushi!!! (in case that rolls off better for you!)

and u r so sweet for coming in here to share ur thoughts w me !!!!! ohmegawsh 🥹 hehe i love itafushi platonic or not i just !!!!! love them individually, together, poly WHATEVER IT IS !!!!! they really are so boyfriend 🥺 what i love about their dynamic is how they balance each other out in a lot of ways 🥺 and i think megumi, despite being in the jujutsu world for so long, learns a lot from yuuji !! from how he perceives the world and jujutsu sorcery !! i think megumi’s rlly practical and cut throat in a lot of ways, but to see him deem yuuji as someone worthy to be saved 🥺 that’s what gets to me !!

that audio is also so funny !!!! bc megumi rlly would be completely the type to deny deny deny outright (tho i think he’s rlly aware of it deep down 😭 and just doesn’t want anyone to know abt it 😭 but gojo and nobara have him cornered !!! and what else can he do !!! but deny !!! only to realise that he just made it worse for himself 🥲)

i am wishing u the best toji dreams !!!! thank u for taking the time to share this w me nonie 🥹

[slytherinshua]

NO FORREALSIES LIKE “how is he a victim” THE DUDE WAS BEING STRANGLED AND WAS HELD AT KNIFE POINT FUCK U MEAN HOW IS HE A VICTIM

He’s just mad the girl of his dreams doesn’t love him like that anymore 😤

side note but Doha is so baby girl but in a totally not bay girl way - this needs no explanation

also you’re so right he’d def worry abt you day and night (i did laugh a little when he shut the door in her face tho)

gosh i have so many requests for him but i don’t wanna over whelm you or anything <3

-🦦 love u btw SMOOCH

again cut for spoilers lmao ksdjksd

NAHHH CAUSE I WAS ROLLING MY EYES AT HIS LOGIC LIKE WE GET THAT UR STILL NOT OVER SOLHEE BUT I HAVE NO SYMPATHY 💀 solhee and doha are better anyway cause doha is too much of a sweetheart and im convinced he can't lie even if he WANTS to. like i swear he just doesn't have it in him to lie to anyone, bro can't even lie to the press.... IMAGINE HIM TRYING TO LIE TO YOU LIKE HE WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO HE'D JUST FAIL LMAO HES SO CUTE

UGH HE IS SO BABY GIRL HES JUST A CUTIE PATOOTIE FRRR 😭

it was funny but also cute and sweet like yeah don't mind the knife that is inches away from my face... lets just shut this door 🥰

feel free to send in all the requests you want cause tbh i don't feel the obligation that some writers do to complete every request that is sent in. i mean i want to, but i also want to write my own ideas as well and if i tried to complete every request, i wouldn't have any time to write things from my own thoughts, you know? but i love requests so much and so much of the time, i get a request im RLY excited for (like the doha texts for example) and i just run to do it right away. requests have helped me get out of writer's block and given me motivation to write 😭 i think that's also why i never want to close my requests. because yeah i have a lot in my inbox, but that doesn't mean there's not room for more that i might be more excited abt writing. cause im not a machine that just writes whatever is sent in, ill write the ones im rly excited abt, and tho i try to write every request, some of them have to be pushed aside for a bit because i have trouble with them

damn that was a long way of explaining that a) i love requests, b) i don't mind you sending in multiple requests, pls do it, and c) i think i have a good mentality for writing as just a hobby and handling requests (lol my sister has gotten worried in the past that i might feel pressured to write requests, but i mean that's exactly what they are: requests.)

i love u too 🫶🫶🫶 srsly having a minhyun anon is so fun!! :(

[idreamofhamandcheese]

find the word tag (again)

tagged by @the-stray-storyteller <33

sorry this is so long i cant edit lmao

Wilder: ok i literally wrote a book 2 years ago with a mc with the last name Wilder. So. also this writing is traaashhhh but whatever we evolve

I cleared my throat and leant into the microphone. “This is Delta Foxtrot One, Wilder speaking. We’d like to bribe you to-”

“Woah! Okay.” Wren appeared beside me, pushing himself towards the mic. “Hey, Reggie, it’s Wren. We’re in a tough situation here, and we’re hoping you can help us out.”

“Wren! Man, the screens are blaring about you guys all day here. The hell you do?”

“It’s not important, dude. I don’t wanna get you any more involved than I have to. What’s it gonna take to make the questions not happen, Reg?”

“I don’t know, man,” the guy, Reggie, answered. A hearty sigh shook the speakers. “I could get in a lot of trouble for this. Y’all are criminals. How do I know you’re not gonna blow us all up?”

Wren took it upon himself to take a seat in my captain’s chair. Another strike against him in my book. “Listen, we’re the good guys here, I swear. You know there’s something up with Wright. You can believe it, can’t you, Reg? Just let us through. Nobody has to know. We’re prepared to pay.”

“Look, kid, I like you, but I don’t how how I feel about-”

I bumped Wren out of my seat and grabbed the mic. “Five grand.”

There was a heavy pause. “Deal,” Reggie said.

Empty/ Tight: from current project. very unedited

“Frances.”

From nowhere or possibly hell, Gwen had apparated in front of me. She was wearing the sort of scowl that could burn your skin off and a satiny black dress so tight I truly worried for her organs.

“Gwendoline.” I let Elodie take Lois off into the crowd. Gwen was my dragon to slay. “Can I help you?”

She grabbed me by the arm, suddenly and violently, her deadly acrylics bearing into my skin. I tried to wrench my way out of her death grip to no avail and found myself being marched through the crowd, which parted with the sheer force of her fury, and straight into the women’s bathroom.

It was still loud in there, but muffled, the singer’s pounding synonyms blurring into one. There were a few girls huddled around the mirror, and they all looked up on cue as we entered, mascara wands frozen midair. Gwen pulled me into the empty stall and released me with a force that sent me stumbling, yanking the door locked behind us.

She spun to face me dead on. “What the actual fuck do you think you’re doing?”

I rubbed my sore arm. “Partying?”

“You need to back off my boyfriend,” she said.

I stared at her. There were a lot of words springing to mind, approximately none of them appropriate. “You-- are you saying that you think I want your assface boyfriend?”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m not stupid, Frances--”

“Beg to differ!”

“--I know Cal is kind of the hottest guy in school.”

“Gwen, I’m a hotter guy than Callahan Huxley is.”

She pursed her lips. “Look, I don’t really give a shit if you like him, because at the end of the day, he’d never go for you.”

“God, I’m devastated.”

Gleam: from backburner project which is sitting in the abandoned complete first draft phase. maybe ill pick it up again one day idk.

Reza stepped closer. I tightened my grip on my gun, the leather of the holster bearing into my hip. He looked around, surveying the windows above us for prying eyes. He dropped his voice. “Is there somewhere more private we can speak? It’s a rather… sensitive matter.”

I cut my eyes towards his, sharp. “Absolutely not.” I stepped around him, forcing him to turn his back to the wall, entrapping him between myself and the dead end. “This isn’t Claw turf, Ansari. You come to my town, you play by my rules.” Not to mention that there were at least three heavily armed girls in my office at that very moment who would rip a Black Claw to shreds on sight.

He huffed out a staccato breath through gritted teeth, as though he had been struck suddenly. Reza Ansari wasn’t used to being told no. “Fine,” he spat. His countenance was slipping. “We’ll play your way. I want to get out of this shitthole as soon as possible, anyway.” I bristled at the words. Lower Persepolis had a fine membrane of ash that clung to every surface, the water here running a little cloudier and the alley cats more scarred. It was certainly a far cry from the gated Claw estate. But it was my home.

I nudged my coat aside to allow the gunmetal to gleam in the grim light. “Careful, Ansari.”

He laughed quietly, more to himself than anything, and drew his gaze from my hip to his foot. He pulled at the fabric of his trousers, exposing his ankle and the glistening silver blade strapped to it. He let the fabric drop and met my eyes, his lips tugged into a wry smile. “That’s one of five I have concealed on my person. Can we talk now?” 

Bruise: current project againnn

“Tell me about it.” I pulled myself up to standing to meet her eyes. “I--”

I froze.

Those eyes.

I’d seen them before.

Sharp. Darkly intelligent. Smudged with jet-black liner and eyelashes invented for batting. Teetering on the knife-edge spark of life you didn’t get from pictures.

I stumbled backwards blindly, the edge of the well hitting the small of my back hard enough to bruise.

She tilted her head at me, cropped, obsidian curls tumbling like a crawling nest of ratsnakes, the pitch-black ones you found in the canyons back home. The moonlight bounded off her smooth, marrless skin. 

My breath quickened because hers couldn’t.

I was face to face with a dead girl.

The words slithered out of me. “Margot Aoki.”

tags: @calloumii @minutiaewriter @avocado-frog @moondust-bard

Your words: spider, jaw, fang, detective

[velathetanager]

concept: the necrocloaker finds out that hey, being able to turn off that one human's anti-supernatural touch ISN'T a normal thing to be able to do and starts doing it whenever dallas (along with the rest of the crew) is in his realm to show off, to the point that "make dallas stop freaking out or keep him doing stuff anyway" becomes a routine part of the halloween nightmare.

and i mean. the heisters know he won't remember any of the nightmare, so if they /really/ need him to be somewhere or do something he isnt right then, they can simply force him to with supernatural abilities) to get him going with them. especially if him not doing whatever it is (or not keeping up) will put him and/or the crew in immense danger. sure they normally wouldn't hurt him like this, but theyre used to his fear every time halloween rolls around, and it's better than letting him get himself killed bc he's too confused and scared to prioritise properly.

houston is against it bc who the fuck would wanna see their brother be hurt like that just bc he wont remember itand it's consodered important enough (and Boy if that doesnt hit a nasty spot for mr "had his memory wiped magically seven different times"), only to have to do so himself. oh you dont wanna see your brother look at you with fear again? how about we make him look at you with /complete terror/ bc you grabbed him with eldritch stuff to save his life? dallas gets pulled into safe range and immediately scrambles away from houston and houston's torn between anger at the rejection after /saving him/ and guilt at scaring his brother so much when he knows dallas has zero exposure to his abilities or even understanding that kay-via-houston wouldn't be trying to hurt him.

tldr: halloween nightmare, dallas getting his anti-supernatural taken away every time, houston has to scare the fuck out of his brother to save his life by grabbing him out of a hazard with Eldritch Powers or smth, and he feels bad bc dallas was visibly fucking terrified of him. one of these days ill send you an ask at a reasonable hour without rambling lmao

Oh yeah, that would crush Houston so bad. And he can't force the issue with the others because the only way to get them to listen would be to let Kay lash out, which is a bad idea because one, that would make Dallas MORE scared than he already is, two, none of the heisters know Kay exists and he wants it to stay that way for now, and three, he's seen Kay in a fight. And now he can see why people think what they do about void monsters.

It still puts him in a bad mood for a while after each heist. He'll always visit Dallas more frequently after the Necro Cloaker turns up, bring him stuff, and once or twice he'll even give his big brother a hug. And as for the rest of the heisters, he'll barely say a word to them for like two weeks. Wolf puppeteered Dallas for a bit during one nightmare and the way Houston looked at him during breakfast the next day made him genuinely afraid of a human for the first time.

Not helping matters is that Kay makes those feelings worse just by her presence. Eventually Houston is gonna want to leave or do something worse, and no one will have a good reason for him to stay with them.

[forgottenroisin]

forgottencassandra

So I do think that Edmund/Rose probably came first, especially since she didn’t know who he was when they first met. And I also think that Cassandra had probably also heard about Rose before they met and most likely had even decided before she met her that she liked her and her rightful opinions were only confirmed upon actually meeting her. HAHA omg but no I’m sure that Cassandra knows about Valentina’s plot to marry off Guin to Cassimir via Rose (but also it’s probably pretty obvious that that is her goal whenever Guin is around) and I think she finds it completely ridiculous!! Tbh she doesn’t think Rose has anything to worry about in that score (Guin would NEVER, but also Roderick would nEVER) and Cassandra would probably find their attempts at it so amusing, if it didn’t mean that Guin had to actually deal with Cassimir and Valentina trying to get this to work. I feel like Cassandra would pick up on it tbh — or at least would definitely question why she’s helping out sewing her step fams clothes etc. I don’t think she would tell Edmund about it if she actually found it out but if she thought rose was acting weird or keeping something from her, then she would bring it up to him? (He’d probably just roll his eyes at her tbh and think she’s reading into it too much if he has literally zero suspicions of this himself) I can see where the Arthur/Eithne thing might even cause some tension between them at some point because Cassandra is v into it and if rose seems less enthused about it then Cassandra might think it’s because she doesn’t think Arthur is good enough or something (unless Cassandra knows exactly how rose feels about all of it and why etc) Also re: Rose/Edmund — I feel like Cassandra may suspect that Rose has stronger feels for her brother than she realizes and Cassandra def feels it is her duty to help that along there, which will probably not go nearly as well as she thinks it will! AHAHAHA omg Cassandra Will eat that up about Cillian — honestly the more tragic the better —- and lmao at rose making Cillians lies harder to keep track of as well. I’m here for it!

dsdljdkfkjdfa omg honestly her deciding they were besties before they even met is so beautiful and it feels v *them* somehow honestly hahaha it also probs helped fend off any worries rose might've initially had abt hanging out w yet another varmont early on, since the astairans were probs still reeling from conquest back then (just like how not knowing who he was helped her w edmund in the beginning, though cassandra def had a leg up since she came second, and rose already thought well of edmund when they met etc)

omg i hadn't even thought about that but yesssss the malconaires def know abt that (i mean idk if they've been officially ~notified or whatever, but like...they know its def common knowledge at the estate etc just from valentina's actions i feel like if nothing else but she's def not trying to hide it from her stepdaughters or anything either tbf, just from roderick hahaha a nd she's betting the princes aren't gonna tell bc they wanna keep coming to the estate themselves hahah)

but yesssss honestly as soon as rose gets any kind of inkling abt any schemes of valentina's, she's just ITCHING to tell cassandra alskdjfkljsdf honestly this probs applies to schemes that exist entirely in rose's imagination as well bc im sureeee that she gets things wrong, mkaes assumptions based on bad info, etc, but it also applies to the real ones hahaha so cassandra probs knows about valentina's designs on all of her siblings, that way hahah (well except edmund bc valentina doesn't really have any plans for him, except as the last ditch back up husband if literally every single other immediate male relative he has falls through for sonya hahahha but rose probs ~thinks that valentina has smth in mind for him too since she thinks that any prince volunteering himself into her life is too good an opportunity for valentina to pass up hahaha ill have to think abt what she might believe that is tho hahaha)

but i don't think?? rose realizes that valentina hopes to catch roderick for sonya, so cassandra probs doesn't know abt that one at least hahaha or the various backup plans bc, again, rose doesn't know those so yeah TL;DR: she'd know abt cassimir/guinevere and sonya/arthur, and the rest is probs just rose's speculation which is probs abt a 50/50 chance at being right or not hahaha

cassandra out here figuring things out and getting dismissed lakjsdfjdsf rose if she knew: 'phew! that was close' askldjfkldjsf me: 'she could try to help you out of your position if she found out????' rose: *not listening to me at all* 'she must never know' me: *sighs*

!!!!! ooooh, drama incoming! o mg that could be such an interesting dynamic to play out! a case where, ironically, their similarities start to clash as they each prioritize both their sibling and a hope for them to be happy!!! i love it! esp bc rose probs ~doesn't explain herself v thoroughly bc she's def the sort whose mind goes a mile a minute and she's already onto to thinking abt the next time by the time she's taling abt smth so honestly its prime for misunderstandings!

cassandra over here bout to pull an emma and we love to see it <3 honestly even if she pulls it off, i feel like that'd backfire badly bc if rose realized how she felt, she'd be doing some major backpedaling bc she does know that can't work out for about a million reasons, and she'd basically realize that she's cruisin for a bruisin, and she doesn't wanna get ~either of them hurt so alkdjsfklsdf whether cassandra fails or succeeds, it still probs won't go according to plan for her alas hahaha

cillian will 100% be telling cassndra smth that conflicts w smth rose said and he'll have to backpedal to try and explain how both things are actually true, and meanwhile he's silently raging against rose and all her well-intetioned interference the whole time sdkjl lakjsdfkljsdlkfj and meanwhile when rose runs into situations like this herself she probs just panics and makes it worse by being like 'oh...he was...joking, its not that funny story at all, its this tragic one i just told you' or whatever, and then forgets to tell him she rewrote his backstory again lakjfskaljsdklfjskdjf cue cillian looking directly into the camera

ooc | Cassandra & Rose

I feel like Cassandra honestly just saw Rose in a crowd during some kind of formal thing and was just like "kindred spirit!!!!" because she was dressed so well and of a similar age and probably complicated her on her dress or something and just decided that they would be friends and then they just spent the rest of the day heavily gossiping and laughing and Cass spilling the tea on the Varmont & co peeps and Rose telling her about Astaira (and Cassandra immediately started hating on Valentina and Cassimir tbh)

Also, I know that Edmund doesn't know that Rose is a servant -- do you think that's something she also keeps from Cassandra?

So, I'm realizing that Cassandra is obsessed with fairytales and romances and just wants to live one out in real life but also wants to see them play out and yeah I think she ships Eithne/Arthur hardcore and is waiting for the day he fights off Cassimir and rescues her and #facepalm (ngl I think she also ships Edmund/Rose but she definitely has NOT said this to Rose, but she def brings up Edmund a lot). I'm also not sure that she's explicitly told Rose about her fantasy involving Eithne/Arthur, but I do think she probably talks about how she's sure Arthur loves Eithne and does Rose think Eithne might love Arthur?

ALSO, I'm crying b/c she's definitely told Rose about Cillian Frost (the lord) and she knows he must be Astarian and does Rose know him/his family, etc. etc. and Rose probably can't tell Cassandra that she does know him, but he's a literal servant who impersonated a lord to rescue someone b/c he might get in trouble and also cue Rose trying to hide Cillian in a closest whenever Cassandra comes to visit. ;D