#look I wanted to draw them chillin’ and I couldn’t do that with them still in the fic arc

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Does anyone want some Bloodmoon doodles? I’ll just leave them here for y’all

[icarusisstillflying]

💥 writeblr intro 💥

hiii folks, this is gonna be my writeblr (hopefully we’ll see how motivated i am) so i want to do a little intro!!

about me

you can call me layne, or if u want to call me icarus, that works too

queer

they/them

disabled with like a million chronic illnesses

21 yrs old

i’m a college dropout with absolutely no plan ahaha

i work as a barista and am looking for music gigs on the side (i still need to get better at the music part oops)

currently reading: Harrow the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir

about my writing

i write mostly fiction/sci-fi/fantasy

almost all of my characters have powers or magic or aren’t even completely human

i like to write really cool fight scenes, i don’t care if they seem unreasonable, pretend it’s an anime idk. they have superpowers they can do anything

i like to explore the darker elements of these powers and worlds, so a lot of my work is nsfw bc of gore and stuff like that

like incorporating horror into my stories as well as just writing horror too

i write diverse characters and do the best research i can; if someone notices i’ve made a mistake or have accidentally written something insensitive, please let me know! i am always learning!

if i could draw i would make all of my works graphic novels as my choice of media, but alas, i am incapable of doing much more than staring at my tablet and getting angry when the picture doesn’t draw itself

my wips:

Generation Six

sci-fi, superpowers

a woman spends her entire life recruiting people known as Guardians to help protect the world from danger, but the biggest threat she’s ever faced is about to upend it all. not to mention the evil little shadow demon that lives in her head is constantly trying to overtake her and go on a murderous rampage. she’s a bit busy.

large cast, multiple povs

this series is on the back burner for now, i just am not sure where i want to go with it

an untitled pirate story

fantasy, magic gay pirates

the most feared pirates in the world is a crew of six people… and a magic cat? the captain is searching for the greatest treasure known to humankind, and she’d probably have it already, if they didn’t keep hitting all these roadblocks. seablocks? they’re on a boat.

small main cast

Murders of Crow Creek

western setting with supernatural/paranormal elements

a small town sheriff recruits an interesting group of people to help her solve a string of murders: a witch of the Dark Gods, a bounty hunter with a memory problem, a demon killer with a smoking problem, and a bartender with one arm and a hell of a lot of knives tucked in his boots. what’s the worst that could happen? ignore the all out war between gods that they accidentally get themselves into

small main cast

there’s ghosts, demons, angels, vampires, all sorts of supernatural beings just chillin in the wild west

personally love this one bc the main character, the sheriff, is just getting too old for this nonsense; she’s also a big time lesbian yeehaw

Kid Mother

sci-fi, post-apocalyptic

a disease has wiped out nearly the entire human population. if things weren’t already bad, this disease made it so that babies just. couldn’t be born. until one is. with the human population dwindling, and groups trying to speed up that process, our main character has to travel across the country with the first baby that’s been born in two decades so that scientists may be able to find a way to fix this entire thing. no problem.

very small cast

us vs the world trope

other info

i love answering literally any questions about my wips so pleeeeeaaaase ask away!!

i’ll probably also post any fanfics i write bc i have a lot of them, and i really need somewhere to share them oopsies

any advice about other places i can share my writing would be appreciated

please refrain from giving criticism unless it’s 1. constructive and 2. something i asked for :) sometimes i just Can Not Handle It

i do not tolerate any form of bigotry. if i see any clownery on any of my stuff, you will be blocked and reported. just don’t be an ass.

uhhh i think that’s about it? not sure what else to put in a writeblr intro, so if you made it this far, thank you so much! hopefully i will have more detailed posts about those wips up at some point before the year ends! follow if your interested, i’ll probs follow back :)

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[lunar-wandering]

Interdimensional Visitors

@strange-lace happy birthday!! i didn’t really have much time to plan out something more solid for u (i only found out when your birthday was like 2 days ago) but here, take this nonsense of Canon MK, Uno Reverse Card Swap AU MK, and Inverted MK just. hanging out. chillin’.

its mainly dialogue but y’know-

(decided to use colours for their names, Turquoise is Inverted MK, Violet is Reverse Card MK, and Goldie is Canon MK. since it’s in Canon MK’s p.o.v though, he’s just referred to as MK outside of when Turquoise addresses him)

Word Count: 1.9k

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Stumbling upon two other versions of yourself in your bedroom was, one might say, not a normal occurrence.

For MK however, this was almost run of the mill.

Of course, he had, initially, assumed that the two MK's currently standing in his room, one dressed in a turquoise jacket, the other in a soft purple one, were simply clones he had forgotten to "poof" earlier in the day.

That thought was disproven as soon a simple touch didn't make the two of them disappear, and he had to accept what the two other MK's were telling him. That they were dimension hoppers.

And, honestly? It said a lot that this wasn't the weirdest night MK could be having.

"So... What do we do now?" Turquoise asked. (They had, eventually, decided to settle on colours as names. It was the most simple method available to them, after all). "Do you know anyone we could ask for help, or??"

"I'd really like to go home sooner rather than later." Violet fiddled with his version of the staff, avoiding eye contact with his other selves as he placed the end of the mystic metal stick in his mouth, chewing on it. Turquoise gave him a light pat on the shoulder and handed him a small granola bar to chew on instead, not wanting his other self to break his teeth.

"Well, I mean... We could go visit Monkey King?" MK suggested, watching as the other two perked up at the mention of the monkey. "If he's awake right now that is- I assume he'd probably sleep like the dead."

"Wait, why would he be asleep- what time is it for you right now anyways?" Turquoise stood up from the small circle the three of them had made on the floor, walking across the room to pull back MK's curtains, revealing the pitch darkness of the night. Stepping back, he glanced up at the clock on the wall. "Why were you awake at 3 am in the morning, Goldie?"

"Hm? Oh, I just got back from partying with Mei, and was doing a bit of drawing to calm back down." MK said, finding no problem with this, but immediately wishing he hadn't said anything as both Turquoise and Violet looked at him with abject horror. "...What?"   "Please tell me you planned on sleeping in tomorrow." Turquoise marched over and placed his hands on MK's shoulders, abruptly serious. "Goldie. Please tell me you planned on sleeping in."

"...No?" MK's voice was a lot more pitiful and confused than he'd like to admit. "I have to get up at 7 am to work at Pigsy's, same as always?"

Turquoise let out an overdramatic sigh of despair, letting go of MK's shoulders as he leaned back, a hand covering his eyes as he sat back down in what had to be the most dramatic way possible. Violet tapped on Turquoise's shoulder, before leaning in, whispering so that MK couldn't hear.

"Even I'm doing better than him." Violet had, after some convincing from his therapist, started going to bed at 1 am, and was slowly and steadily adjusting towards a more normal sleep schedule. "And I'm pretty sure that that's not a good thing. I'm a very low bar to pass."

"Don't sell yourself so short." Turquoise said, patting Violet on the shoulder again. "But I do see your point. I think Goldie over here as a few more problems than he's letting on at first glance."

"..Are you two talking about me while I'm sitting literally right across from you?" MK asked, making both Turquoise and Violet jump, the two of them having almost forgotten how close MK was sitting to them. "I didn't hear anything, but still. You're not planning some way to over throw me and take my place, are you?"

"What- of course not?" Turquoise sounded, if possible, even more horrified than he did upon finding out MK had been purposefully awake at 3 am. "Did that happen to you?"

"No- well, kinda?" MK tilted his head to the side as he thought about it. "Does having my clones go a little off the rails and wreck havoc count?"

Out of the corner of his eye, MK noticed Violet, oddly enough, flinch at the mention of the word "clone". He had done so earlier, when MK had initially assumed he and Turquoise were just clones, but MK hadn't thought too much of it then.

He kinda wanted to question it now.

"...Eh, not really." Turquoise shrugged, "To be honest, I think I've probably heard of worse. At least you're not as bad as Wukong."

"...What do you mean by that?" MK asked, before shaking that question away, standing up. "Never mind that- we were going to go to Monkey King to get help in the first place, weren't we? Come on, let's go see if he's up!"

-

Finding out that Violet could use the sommer sault cloud was a welcome surprise. It saved MK and Turquoise from having to pole vault through the entire city in the pitch black of the night.

MK did find it a little weird that Violet was the only one out of the two of them that could create a cloud, but he brushed it off.

Wukong was, in fact, very much awake. He'd blinked in shock upon opening his door and seeing three MK's, which was, in fact to be expected. His eyes flickered fully gold, as he glanced over the other two-

His eyes lingered, for a moment, on Violet, a faint sense of disbelief radiating off of him.

"They're versions of me from another world." MK commented, and Wukong simply let out a groan, letting them into his house.

One explanation later, and MK, Violet, and Turquoise were left alone again, sitting on Wukong's couch with some blankets and mugs of hot chocolate to share, waiting in silence as Wukong left to scour through his giant room of mystic objects.

"Y'know, your Wukong is nothing like mine." Turquoise commented, swirling a spoon in his hot chocolate to keep the powder from settling into a gooey mess at the bottom of the mug.

"Mm, and definitely way different than mine." Violet had already finished his hot chocolate, seemingly being immune to the heat that had burned the other's tongues when they had attempted to sip at it. "Mine is... a lot more brash. And also swears a lot."

"Kinda makes you wonder what else is different." Turquoise mused, "...Thoughts on Macaque, the monkey who cannot lie to save his life?"

"He's my therapist."

"He manipulated me twice and overall probably added to my trauma." MK said, wincing as he was once again fixed with twin looks of horror. "It's fine though! I'm fine."

"...That's it." Turquoise placed his hands on MK's shoulders, mimicking what he'd done earlier, this time squeezing a little tighter. "I've just decided. I am adopting you."

"We are. The same person."

"Doesn't matter. You're now adopted."

"Congrats." Violet deadpanned, lifting up his empty mug in some form of toast. Turquoise immediately rounding around on him too.

"Don't think I forgot about you. I adopted you the moment I laid eyes on you, bitch."

MK choked at the swear word, wheezing as he struggled not to laugh from the suddenness of it, doubling over.

"Y'know, you kinda remind me of my Wukong." Violet said, "Except you're a lot more... openly affectionate."

"Openly affection this!" Turquoise reached into his back pack, pulled out two more granola bars and a water bottle, and proceeded to toss them into Violet's lap.

"How- how much stuff do you have in there?" MK asked, drawing Turquoise's attention back to him. "I think I've seen you pull out enough granola bars to feed an entire army tonight- seriously, how much stuff do you have in there?"

"Oh, y'know. Enough."

"...Enough?"

"Enough."

"Oh wow, it's kinda like Mary Poppins." Violet had, in Turquoise's moment of distraction, taken his backpack, and now had his entire arm submerged into the depths of the bag. "Like, seriously. I can't even reach the bottom."

"Really?" MK didn't even hesitate to join him, sticking his own arm into the bag, somehow not at all surprised to find that Violet was telling the truth. "Oh, huh. That's weird- Turquoise, how on Earth-"

"Don't give questions you don't wanna know the answers to." Turquoise took his backpack out of their grasps, hiding it behind himself as he ruffled their hair. Violet pouted, but sighed, giving up on getting the bag again, but MK fixed his other self with the best puppy dog eyes he could muster. "Oh don't even try it Goldie, it's not gonna work. Violet, do you want more hot chocolate? Mine's gone cold."

Violet took Turquoise's hot- or, well, cold chocolate, and downed it in one go. MK glanced over at his own half finished mug of hot chocolate, before deciding not to comment on it. Based on his knowledge of his own self, giving any version of him any more chocolate probably wouldn't be a good idea.

It was at this moment, that Wukong finally returned from his storage room, carrying a small box.

"Here 'ya go." He said, setting the box down on the table in front of them. "All you have to do is put your hand on it and think of your home dimension, and swoosh, off you go! Now uh, I kinda have to go back to the storage room- a uh, raccoon snuck in and knocked over something important so I have to fix it- yeah, k'bye!"

Without room for argument, Wukong turned and left the room again, all three MK's watching him go.

"...So we can all agree that he probably knocked a pile of stuff over on accident right?" MK asked, receiving twin nods from Turquoise and Violet. "Great, good to know that at least is obvious."

"...Well, I guess this is where we say our goodbyes." Turquoise reached his hand out and set it on the box, Violet quickly following his lead. The box vibrated slightly, and both Turquoise and Violet were covered in a faint golden light, their bodies flickering in and out.

"This feels... weird." Violet muttered, before tilting his head with a shy smile. "It was nice meeting the both of you."

There was a chorus of agreement from MK and Turquoise.

"Oh, one last thing." Turquoise said, straightening as he began to become even fainter. "You both better sleep. If you don't I will find out, and I will find a way to break through universes just to make sure you do."

"...Duly noted." MK said, and with that, the other two versions of him vanished. He blinked for a moment, staring at where they had just been sitting, half wondering if what had just happened had been some kind of weird dream.

But no, the box still faintly glowing on the table, as well as the other two empty mugs of hot chocolate and empty wrapping papers that used to contained granola bars, very clearly showed that what had just happened was real.

MK leaned against the couch, finally taking a moment to process all that had happened.

Well. It wasn't the weirdest thing that had happened to him, right?

Turquoise's threat still ringing loud and clear in his mind, MK grabbed the other two blankets, laying down, and finally letting himself sleep.

He could try and sort through the implications of some of what had been said in the morning.

[bnhatrashsammy]

“IT'S THE FUCKING POLICE WE GOTTA GO!”

Idea just struck me from another drabble I read! Would u want to write a lil thing where like Bakugo has an s/o or even just another friend and he's looking for them around the dorm and all of sudden he gets a facetime from chat and it's the bakusquad plus them but they all have gotten scratches n such because they were riding those little kids toys through a store parking lot and then security chases then out as there on the phone? Wouldn't have to be exactly that. Thought this would be funny!

---- @wolfkid22​

Thank you for the lovely request!!

I need some humor to get me back into the swing of things!!!!

tbh this probably isnt v funny but i laughed a bit writing it so hopefully you enjoy :))

Enjoy!

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The laugh bubbles out from your throat without you even expecting it, the sight of Mina, Denki, Sero and Kiri all in a single shopping cart outside of Target is too much for you.

Sero has managed to fit himself into the baby seat of the cart, Denki is lying on the bottom of the cart, looking all cramped but with a huge smile on his face. Mina and Kiri are both in the main area of the cart, reenacting the scene from the titanic.

“And IIIIIIII will alwayssss, love youuuuu!!!” Sero sings out dramatically, putting his hands over his heart as he leans backwards to watch the two dumbasses.

You try to control your laughter as you walk back up to them, placing your hands on the car and pushing, which took way much more effort than you’ve used in a hot minute, zooming the cart full of idiots along the parking lot.

“(Y/N)! WAIT I'M GONNA FALL-” And now denki is on the ground, laughing while holding his elbow.

A good friend would have stopped to make sure he was okay, however you are his best friend, so of course you change your path to try and run him over with the cart.

“She’s gone mad!” Mina calls out pushing her way to your end of the cart.

“Wee.” Sero pipes in with the most monotone voice as he raises his hands up in his baby seat.

Denki is screaming for his life, but you pretend not to hear it. 

----

Somehow, you’ve managed to spend about half an hour just in the parking lot. 

And who the actual fuck knows how you managed to trade Sero spots and end up in the baby seat.

“This is PAYBACK!” Denki calls out from in front of you before pushing the cart with all of strength, sending you and mina both flying into the parking lot, hitting a curb and flopping through the air and onto the ground.

Although, you are pretty sure you’re hurt, you just fucking laugh like it’s the funniest thing to you.

Mina of course is basically pissing herself with laughter as she’s away from the cart where she had landed.

However, you are still flopped on the ground, them thicc ass thighs (yum), stopping you from leaving your newfound prison. Kiri and Sero are both laughing until they manage to calm down long enough to come over and flip the cart back upright, with you still in it.

“I-” Your own laughter cuts you off, “I can’t get out-”

You try to wiggle out and escape, but alas, you are one stuck dumb bitch currently.

“Holy shit, no way,” Sero giggles out, attempting to lift you from the seat.

You don't budge.

Which is obviously the most hilarious thing to your friends as they all fucking die again, loud wheezing laughter leaving their lips.

Your phone goes off in your pocket, and you calm yourself slightly before seeing it was a text from your lovely boyfriend. Instead of just texting him back, you decide to facetime him, with the biggest grin on your face.

He picks up on the 2nd ring like usual.

“Dumbass where the fuck are you?” His words are immediate, causing you to chuckle a bit. Before you can even reply he speaks up again, “Wait- what the fuck happened to your face? Are you okay?”

Your heart melts at his concern as an embarrassed smile takes over your face, a few giggles coming out, “Uhm, i'm kinda stuck in a shopping cart, and Denki decided to yeet me across the parking lot.”

Mina’s face pops up beside yours, “They were placed in the baby seat, for they are the true baby.” Mina’s face is so serious that it causes you to laugh, along with Denki.

Bakugou looks like he has a small smile for a solid second before he scoffs and rolls his eyes, “Don’t be so childish, you were supposed to be back at the dorms an hour ago so we could study-”

A loud voice yells out, drawing your attention to it.

There are 3 security guards walking towards you, and although they’re barely visible due to how far you are from them, you instantly stuff your phone back in your pocket, turning to Kirishima,.

“IT'S THE FUCKING POLICE WE GOTTA GO!” You yell out, which clearly gets everyone's attention.

Sero and Denki make direct eye contact before absolutely booking it towards to train station, while you struggle to get yourself out of the stupid fucking seat.

“FUCK, YOULL NEVER TAKE ME!” Denki’s voice is heard, getting further away, to which seros laughter also becomes distant. 

You continue to struggle as you send a pleading look to Kiri and Mina, who are both panicking out of their minds.

Kiri scoops Mina up, placing her in the main area of the cart before grabbing the handle and running faster than you’ve ever even heard of.

The yelling of the guards is slowly getting further away as you freak the fuck out in your baby seat, Mina laughing at the top of her lungs.

By the time you finally make it to the train station, you are stuck, Mina is asleep, and Kiri is going on about he has to be the manliest man ever for saving not one, but two, damsels in distress. 

After somehow getting onto the train, everyone still in their prior positions, it takes a few moments before the hilarity  of it all hits you. 

You’re casually chillin (while being stuck of course) in the baby seat of a shopping cart, while being pushed around by the manliest red head who cannot stop grinning, with a pink alien fast asleep in the cart.

What the fuckoli broski.

So of course you burst out laughing again.

It doesn’t really hit you how embarrassing everything was until you are being pushed/snuck into the 1A dorms, Mina awake and now standing on the foot of the cart so she doesn’t have to walk, casually talking with Kiri.

The laughter of the common room as you first rolled in will stick with you for years.

Even more so when Bakugou walked up to you, arms crossed in disappointment as he looked you over before he too burst out laughing.

Yeah, you couldn’t forget that.

The only thing you wish to forget is Aizawa angrily trying to free you from your metal prison, before he just broke the fucking thing and proceeded to tell you off. 

All while Denki and Sero couldn’t stop laughing so hard that they weren’t even making sounds.

It was worth having Katsuki extra cuddly afterwards, despite him saying that he didn’t miss you, he just knew you were doing some dumb shit again. 

Plus being able to see the smile on Katsu’s face as you relayed some of the funniest moments while he cleaned up your scrapes for you.. That was well worth it.

[binniesthighs]

in my arms | jisung x reader |

Pairing: self insert, female reader x han jisung 

Genre: fluff n smut 

Warnings: switch!reader, switch!jisung, established relationship, explicit language, oral (m&f giving and receiving), teasing, body praise, pretty dang fluffy ngl, cum swallowing, back scratching 

Word count: 2.3k

this drabble is inspired by jisung’s most recent vlog where he was just chillin’ and being so soft and cozy I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it huhu I hope that you enjoy my first post ever  ♡

“You’re not falling asleep are you?” You gently nudge jisung’s head where it was resting on your shoulder. You didn’t have the heart to tell him, but you had spent the last 20 minutes or so trying to ignore the pins and needles that the weight gave your arm.

“--nO!” He squeaked, then rather sleepily rose his head leaving you to try to shake your arm back to life in the least conspicuous way possible.

“I though you said that this was your favorite movie?” You brushed a few rogue strands of his warm brown hair out of his eyes, letting your fingers linger for a moment to savor its addictive softness.

Jisung pouted while he fixed his baggy white tee collar which had fallen under his collarbones. His eyes didn’t catch you sneaking a peak.

“I wouldn’t sleep through my favorite movie.”

“Really?” You cocked an eyebrow up with a growing smile, meeting his eyes which had become as baggy as his shirt.

“Didn’t I tell you? I’m pretty sure that I know every line from that movie; I used to watch it all the time growing up.”

You chuckled a little at his oh-so-common habit of forgetting the little things. “I’m pretty sure you have told me that before.”

“And I told you how I wanted to learn the piano song as well? And--”

“--and it was too hard for you to learn?” You snickered, “You’ve told me that as well. Someone’s sleepy brain needs to get some rest...can you put the laptop over on the desk for me real quick?”

“Sure.” He nodded, and tore off the fluffy down comforter off of the two of you. You had wished that he had given a warning considering the sudden blast of cold air that met your bare legs when he did so. At the same time, you could never stay mad at him for long, not when he looked like that.

Jisung looked perfectly cuddly in that moment--even more so than usual. His long white tee made it look like he wasn’t wearing his boxers at all, and his hair was perfectly tussled into an adorable looking mess from resting on you. You looked down to his legs and all you wanted was to have them entangled with yours. He turned to return back to bed when you noticed that the little mole on his right collarbone had made an appearance. You made a note to give it a kiss as soon as you got the chance.

As soon as Jisung was back in the bed where it was all toasty, everything felt right again. “Reach the light?

“M’kay.” You answered to twist the switch.

Once all of the lights were off, the two of you sunk into each other, completely wrapped up as close as you possibly could be, skin on skin, the softness of fabric; you could feel him gently breathing from where he had pulled your head into his chest.

He sighed deeply, exhaling. You were half expecting him to concede and tell you that he really was feeling tired, when he whispered the exact opposite. “Well now that I’m awake I can’t fall back asleep.”

“But I thought you said you weren’t sleeping...?” You let out a breathy laugh which made him draw you in closer.

“Shhhh.” He hushed. Jisung then took his hands to the back of your head where he began to play with your hair, massaging your scalp slightly. The sensation was amazingly relaxing and you started to feel your own eyes grow heavy...

You whispered into the dark room, “Mmm that feels so nice.”

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“I...heh...don’t get mad at me for this one but...I’m kind of...you know...”

You pulled your head back, knowing exactly what he meant.

“Right now?”

“...yeah.”

“Is there like a reason, or something? I mean, I wasn’t really doing anything--”

“--There doesn’t need to be a reason...honestly.” Even in the dark of the room you could feel his little nervous smile. “But I mean, we’re in bed, and I’ve got you: so soft and warm all around me, in my arms...are you surprised? You just do that to me.” Jisung’s hand migrated over to rest on your cheek, carefully caressing it with his thumb.

The more that he talked about it, the more you lost yourself in him...as usual. He really had an effect on you as well. You suddenly became even more aware of your legs intertwined and the pressure it created.

“We don’t have to, or-or we could keep it short, I know that you have work tomorrow.”

“Are you trying to convince me to mess around with you right now?” You asked with a creeping smirk in the corner of your mouth.

Jisung shied his head away slightly. “Kind of.”

Upon his words you felt it. Down where you had nearly straddled your legs around him, he was growing harder and you could feel him lightly throbbing. It was a lot to show just for talking.

His breaths quickened and he pulled your head in closer to his, ghosting his lips over yours letting his hot breath tickle your skin. You knew that he was aching to touch you, and you, him.

Jisung whispered on your lips, “Do you want to?”

Your response was quickly given to him when you crashed your lips into his, and he returned with so much hunger, you could have thought that he hadn’t been kissed in months--but of course that wasn’t true. The truth was you could never keep your lips off of him. He knew what it was like and how diligent you could be, making sure that he was covered in them, nothing untouched, and it drove him crazy.

You swung your leg over his hip, and pulled him into you with your thigh as he grabbed a huge handful of your skin to steady himself. His fingernails dug into you with a delightful sting, and you kept working on his mouth, dragging your lips over his both slow and fast, whatever he wanted, it was what you did. Your tongues met in the middle of the heat and slicked over each other with a taste that sent you reeling. Jisung moved his hands to your back where they snuck up your shirt and he traced gentle lines all over. To sweeten it all, you grinded down into his lap, seeking a sensation that your now soaked underwear craved.

“--fuck.” Jisung gasped into your mouth.

He hastily tugged your shirt to the side, lending eager hands to fondle your breasts while his lips never left yours. He had decided to slow down his pace a little bit as he ran over your mouth more, being careful like he didn’t want to scare you. His fingers started to twist your nipples lightly and they quickly hardened. Below your hips, your whole core started to whine with desire for the warmth of his mouth to give it attention. Jisung pinched your bud just right, and it sent you gasping for air against him.

“You like that?” He jested for a second, even you could still see his bright smile in the darkness of the room.

You nodded quickly, hoping he would keep going if you said less.

“God.” He marveled at you for a minute. “You’re just so--”

“--Are you about to say something cheesy Han Jisung?” You lifted your arms to trace the outlines of his shoulder blades behind him, giggling.

“You’re everything.” He leaned down to plant a kiss on your forehead before letting his hands get back to work. He buried his head into your neck, fluttering kisses everywhere that he could only pausing to suck lightly. “You’re...my...everything.” He got out between kisses.

“You’re my...Jisung...” You tugged at his back while he kept flicking your sensitive buds between his fingers. When he was doing so you couldn’t keep your thoughts straight. You wanted so badly to tell him a million words and more about how he was your whole world too, but all you could manage was, “Please...more.”

“You want more baby?”

“Ye--”

He swooped down to bring his mouth to your hard bud, twisting his tongue around it while he cupped it too. With his tongue flat he looked up to you with his gorgeous brown eyes. From how good he was at just this, you could feel yourself getting closer by the second. Your legs crossed tightly to try and relieve some of the pressure. You scraped your nails up his back, getting impatient and eliciting a low groan from him.

“I’m ready.” You prompted and he immediately knew what you wanted, you didn’t even have to say a word.

Jisung cascaded kisses down your stomach, giving some well planned ones to your waist when he got there to give special attention the the stretch marks there. Ever since you had mentioned not liking them, he couldn’t keep his lips off them.

“Gorgeous.” He calmly said, and settled between your thighs.

Your body jerked when he took his thumb to lightly rub circles into your clit, bringing little moans and gasps from your lips. Jisung mischievously snickered to himself over the power that he held over you. He would stop rubbing every few seconds just to hear you whine. At last he pulled your underwear from your legs and you felt the touch of his fingers directly on your clit; he used his other hand to pull your leg back, digging into it like before and it made your whole body shiver. At this point, you had absolutely no control over the sounds coming from your mouth. Wherever he touched, you felt electric.

He darted his pointed tongue around your clit in circles, then would switch to lapping at it agonizingly slow. Over time, your whimpers became more and more desperate.

“Do you wanna cum?” He asked with cockiness laced in his voice.

Your thighs had began to shake without warning. “Ye-yes.”

“Then do it. Cum for me.” Jisung commanded, returning back to his work.

Your mind went completely blank once your orgasm hit you hard. It came it waves, and it only made you shake harder.

After a little chuckle in spite of himself, he brought himself back up to give you more kisses, holding your face is his hands once again.

You came down, feeling more energized than before, and even more desperate to do one thing.

“Your turn.” You commanded of him now, shoving him to his back, leaving a surprised look on his adorably squirrel-like face.

You hastily pulled his shirt up to ravage his chest with your mouth, dragging your burning lips all over the skin and tasting every bit of him that you could. From the sensation he appeared to melt into the bed, taking in shaky inhales while he tangled his fingers in your hair. Just a bit farther down, he was still throbbing under his boxers.

“You ready?” You quickly asked, and he nodded back, teeth catching his bottom lip.

He helped you snag off his boxers, revealing his dripping member pink and ready. You thought to yourself how it just was just so fucking cute when he was excited like that. Instinctually your mouth started to gather with saliva. You decided to use your hand first, pumping it slow and hard, just as you knew that he liked it.

“oh shit--” He moaned out. The words got caught a little in his throat, and that only made him sound even more heavenly.

His eyes were closed, but yours were drawn to him as you kept going. Watching him like this made you feel a surge of confidence that was like a drug. You could do this to him.

“m-more.”  

“Look who is asking for more now?” You grinned.

“Y/n. please. You’re driving me fucking crazy.” His grip tightened on your head.

“You want it like this?”

Without a warning you brought your mouth down to the tip and started licking around it in long strokes and bringing it in just slightly, you didn’t want him feeling all of you just yet.

“oh god.”

“Feels good?”

“Yes. Fuck yes. Just--keep going.”

You teased him for just a little longer than you usually did, just to see what would happen. Of course you should have expected, the longer you waited, the more of a mess he became.

“Y/n, fuck, please.”

You finally caved. “Well since you asked so nicely.”

You brought your head all the way down, taking him completely in and squeezing with your hand just as hard. You hollowed your throat down to take in as much of him as you could without gagging: over the past few months you had perfected it.

“shit-I’m close.” Jisung hissed and buckled his hips.

You took his announcement as an indicator to speed up, so you did. Jisung’s moans and frustrated sighs fueled you further with how beautiful and downright erotic as they sounded. When he came it was unreal, his breaths were so fast one after the other it was almost like he was suffocating with his own pleasure. You held him firmly in your mouth as he finished throbbing, not sacrificing one drop.

As soon as he had a moment to breathe, he pulled you back into his arms and attacked you with kisses all over your face, it didn’t matter where; he was smiling through every one of them. He would pull back then to admire you one more time and your hair which was now in knots thanks to his grip from before.

“that was...”

“Amazing?”

“Yes.” He grinned and gave you a peck to your forehead. “And now I’m tired. I guess we succeeded in more ways than one.”

The two of you put your clothes back on from the light of phone flashlights then crawled back in, sweeping the comforter over top of you once again.

“Jisung?” you nuzzled into him, inhaling his comforting scent all around you.

“Mmm?”

“You’re my everything too.”

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How would the brothers react to a very punk goth Mc like platforms and all black and just the whole shebang he’s very nice but also will throw hands (there’s not enough male Mc your doing the good work my dude)

BROTHERS REACTING TO A GOTH/PUNK MC

Perfect way to start off the new blog !! Thank you for requesting, hope this is what you had in mind <3 (and that it’s not too apparent that i’m not super well versed in punk or goth culture ACK)

I hope that you guys don’t mind some being shorter than others, I’m still getting a hang of personalities!

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Lucifer is probably one of the ones that’s into the style from the very beginning.

As soon as he sees MC, his interest is clearly shown on his face.

Sometimes, he’ll drop compliments on his fashion. Depending on his reponses, he’ll start getting more apparent with just how much he enjoys seeing his outfit everyday.

GIFTS!! He’s not mammon level of stacks upon stacks of gift wrapped boxes, but he’ll certainly stop by your room every once in a while with a new accessory he saw while shopping.

MC will probably notice that he is especially keen on chokers :).

Stares discreetly, but consistently. When Lucifer invites him to listen to music in his room, he waits until MC is occupied with something like a book or the music. Then sneaks glances at him to see how his clothing moves every time he reaches over for something, or how the necklace he bought the other day glints in the light radiating off of the fireplace.

He knows that MC is nice, and grows increasingly more and more worried for his sake because of that. The exchange program is important, but his treasure perpetually adorned in black garbs is significantly more prominent in his concerns.

So when he sees MC readily defending himself against some low level demon with no hesitation? Holy fuck. He starts to panic, but there’s nothing surpressing his respect for him, as it only grows stronger.

Although, it becomes very apparent that he’d have to do something about all of his brothers’ staring at MC.

Mammon is so into it. Like... So into it.

We all know and love that our tsundere boy has a problem with getting embarrassed, but how could he NOT get flustered everytime he’s face to face with an alternative KING

At first, he actually tries to tell MC how much he appreciates his aesthetic, but fails every time. Stuttering is a difficult thing to overcome when you can barely breathe out of embarrassment.

When he finally brings himself to actually get a compliment out, it’s accompanied with his signature bashful look. Downcast gaze and shifting posture and everything.

Upon recieving a positive response to his words, he takes it as a sign that he should start doing it more often. And so... That’s exactly what he does!

Compliments upon compliments, expensive outfits and accessories finding their way into his room, MC gets it all.

He ADORES the nice personality. So really. This MC is one of the people that Mammon can’t help but get along with. Nice, can throw hands, AND IS FASHIONABLE? Now you’re speaking his language.

They definitely get called a model power couple, even if MC isn’t a model.

Will definitely mention the idea of MC doing a photoshoot with him for work, but won’t press further if he says he’s not comfortable with it.

Levi geeks out so badly

So yeah, his initial interest in MC is kickstarted by his fashion reminding him of a badass video game character, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t appreciate him for who he is!!

He actually doesn’t know whether to be sad that he doesn’t have the same amount of fashion sense or to be happy that he has MC as his best friend that does.

But after a bit of positive affirmation from MC, he’ll surely settle with the latter. (and also hope for them to become more than best friends :). )

He finds himself subconsciously posting about MC in his socials. Normally it’s filled with “Lucifer just did (blank)” but now, it’s ALL about MC. Nothing else. MC fan account.

We know that Levi draws, and so I have no doubts that he would be drawing every outfit he sees MC in.

At first, he’s only drawing faceless figures in the clothes, probably adding his own personal flair. But as time progresses and Levi gets closer to him, he starts subconsciously conpleting the figure’s appearance (hair, face, stature, etc). And before he knows it, half of his pages are filled with doodles of MC.

But if he were to ever find out that MC saw his art, RIP Leviathan 2020

And who’s to say he’s not drawing him in... Risqué outfits.

But if MC says that he doesn’t mind getting drawn, then Levi will activate cute fanboy mode again.

He’ll ask him to model outfits for him as he draws, sometimes in cosplay.

MC would just be chillin’ with him in his room, and when Levi finally looks up from his tv after finishing an anime, he’ll sometimes gasp and immediately say, “Stay right there, I HAVE to draw this!”

Although drawing wasn’t and will likely never be his favorite thing to do in comparison to video games/anime, it gives him an excuse to stare at his best friend with minimal blushing.

Satan is good at hiding his appreciation for MC’s outfits. At least, he’s good at it to everyone BUT MC.

If anyone asks, he’s indifferent about MC and his dashing looks and fashion.

But as soon as MC confronts him... Oh boy.

Red-faced, he’ll compliment his clothing on occasion, then wave it off as “something everyone does”. Which is true, but we know that it’s more than just that.

Similarly to Lucifer, he finds himself staring at him secretly. Except, I like to think that he’s less careful about it. Often MC will look up to meet his eyes, before he ducks his head back into his book, acting nonchalant.

Not a single person can convince me that he hasn’t found a stray black cat and discreetly named it after MC.

He wouldn’t hide the fact, but instead would actually bring it up at the right time. Ex: Right before some dramantic moment like before proclaiming how much MC means to him. Both as the cat and human.

The cat’s collars are decorated similarly to the clothing that MC wears! Satan is a diligent worker (especially when putting lucifer through immense stress) and a lover of arts, so he’s pays attention to little details like that.

This is Asmo we’re talking about.

He ADORES the aesthetic.

It’s not something that he himself would wear, but damn is it appealing to the eye.

Once you get him started on all the things he’d do if given the chance to dress MC up in whatever he wanted, you’ll never hear the end of it.

(^ especially when he starts talking about the undressing)

He loves a monochromatic color pallet, but every once in a while he’ll push for a pop of color in MC’s outfit for the day.

If MC wears minimal/no makeup, Asmo will constantly ask if he can use his face as a canvas for makeup experimentation while he rants about his nail tech.

Asmo’s favorite activity is going through MC’s closet. He gets to not only try things on, but he also gets to know what he has to work with when choosing MC’s outfits for their days out together.

Knows the perfect boutiques to bring him to

“You know, the color black really accentuates your figure... And if you look this good with it on, I wonder how great you look with it off~”

Beel isn’t interested in fashion or anything related to it. He isn’t picky about the presentation of things (namely; food.)

So he wouldn’t be immediately enticed upon first meeting MC.

But that is not to say that he doesn’t find him VERY pleasing to the eye.

Our sweet boy is not afraid to express his love for those boots!! For the destressed fabrics!! He hangs around him often just so he can sit and ogle at how cool MC looks!! All the damn time!!

Asks MC to come with him to work out just so he could have some motivation by seeing him. And his GAMES. He’s gonna love to see him cheering him on in the stands.

Beel would admit that he himself couldn’t bring himself to care so much about his clothes or ‘aesthetic’ , and couldn’t imagine having such a consistent style.

^ And because of that! He’s dying to see what he looks like in other styles. Of course, if he doesn’t want to change out of the usual attire, just seeing him wearing beel’s huge ass jacket is enough.

Wouldn’t care to buy clothing items for him, but will most certainly stop by devildom’s no. 1 bakery, grab some sweets with that signature gothic devildom appearance and bring it back to the House of Lamentation for him. (Given that he didn’t already eat them.)

In comparison to his personality, MC’s closet isn’t very important.

Beel loves his kind nature! But he will always be there to defend him in any sort of risky situation, especially when any low level demons would like to try and take advantage of MC’s niceness.

Belphie is taken aback the first time he sees him. In the best way possible.

It’s like he just knows that he’s going to be interesting to be with just by seeing his clothing style

He actually probably assumed that MC would be very different from what he’s really like. (Like how people will assume that everyone who wears dark colors often are always sad)

But both to his surprise and not, MC is nothing but kind to him! And he’s kinda like 😳. Damn. Alright. I can get down to this.

Fashion isn’t his expertise, so he isn’t as forward with compliments. It’s mostly, “As long as I’m comfortable when I lay on you, the clothes are fine. Right?”

“I had a dream about you last night... It was like you were some prince clad in black chain mail armor... I suppose we couldn’t make that a reality though, huh? You can be my prince in band tees and ripped jeans.”

The only reason he starts dressing similarly to MC is because of how many times he’ll fall asleep beside him. He knows MC will probably offer one of his jackets or extra shirts, and that he’ll likely get to keep it. (He gives it back eventually, it’s just nice sentiment.)

It’s also kind of entertaining to see some of his brothers go ballistic in response to seeing him adorned in MC’s signature clothes.

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The Beginning of the End

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader 

Word Count: 1,041

Summary: Harry doesn’t know how to get Y/N to realize that he doesn’t hate her. Thankfully, Mitch has the perfect idea.

Warning(s): Some swearing, plotting and planning, Harry being a complete lovesick fool, Y/N isn’t present in this, it’s a hitch friendship moment.

A/N: This is technically part of the The View From Both Sides of The Mirror universe! (If you haven’t read the fic it’s based upon, you can always read that here) Anyways, I am completely in love and entirely invested in their story, so this is just one of the many blurbs that I have planned (as of right now there are two or three others that I’m thinking about writing!!)

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~Approximately two weeks before the beginning of The View From Both Sides of The Mirror.~

Harry audibly groans, drawing the attention of the other man in the room, causing him to snap his attention towards the sound. His long brown hair is almost down to his shoulders again, so the strands sway for a moment after his attention has been trained on the, obviously upset, young man.

“What’s wrong this time, H?” Mitch asks, his soft-spoken manner a stark contrast of the outburst that just wracked through Harry’s body.

“She hates me, man.” He groans, the chestnut curls atop his head falling slightly out of place as he drops his head to his hands. He uses his palms to begin massaging his eyes and his fingertips to knead at the sensitive skin of his temples, trying to soothe the headache that had been plaguing him for the majority of the day.

“Who?” Mitch, of course, already knows the answer to his query, the only thing that the young star had been talking about for the past few weeks was Y/N. 

“Oh, shut it, Mitch. You know who I’m talking about.” Harry grumbles. The older man can’t help but chuckle. He doesn’t understand how Harry can be so adamant on making Y/N think that he hates her when he’s actually head over heels for her.

“Why don’t you just cut the act already?” Harry scowls at the suggestion, already having a thousand reasons why that just won’t work. “The worst she can do is continue to hate you. There won’t be much of a change.”

Harry heaves the throw pillow that he was clutching, almost hitting Mitch square in the face.Thankfully, the guitarist has quick instincts, so he catches the pillow just before it makes contact. 

“Shut the fuck up.” Harry grumbles. Mitch didn’t know what he was talking about. Harry couldn’t just all of a sudden change how he’s been acting about her. That would look too suspicious. And it’s not like he was up for the rejection.

“Just stop being a little bitch and talk to her.” MItch pitches the pillow back at harry, who easily catches it before hugging it back to his chest. “What’s so different about her? What’s so different from the other girls, the ones that you seem to have no trouble talking to?”

“I don’t know.” Harry sighs, rearranging himself until he’s spread across the couch. “She’s just so pretty. And even when she’s arguing with me and hurling nasty comments, she’s still so sweet about it somehow.” To Mitch, this makes absolutely no sense, but he’s going to continue to let Harry ramble, knowing that he’ll feel better after he just talks it out. “And she lights up every space that she enters. God, I don’t know how she does it, but she can make the cloudy thunder storming days seem like it’s sunny outside.” Harry nuzzles his face into the pillow he’s still holding onto. “And the way she looks at me, bloody hell, it’s a privilege to be looked at by her. Her eyes are so fucking beautiful, and the way that she seems to look at who you really are, even for just a moment, makes my heart squeeze.

“I feel like I can’t breathe around her, but in the best way possible.” Mitch is just staring at him now, no more smirks or snide remarks running through his head. The only thing that he can piece together while listening to Harry gush on and on about this girl is, wow, he’s got it bad. Of course, he’ll never say that to him, knowing that he’d immediately brush it off. Harry isn’t the best with emotions, and he’s even worse when it comes to commitment. “And, lord, Mitch, when she brushes past me and her skin touches mine? I feel like every one of my nerve endings are on fire.

“She makes me feel things that I never thought I’d feel again. I thought for a long time that I was unlovable, that I was the problem.” Harry’s throat begins to get closed up, the words sounding more and more forced, but he continues. “And I’ve just started to think that maybe I’m worth it, you know?” Mitch nods, although he knows that Harry won’t bother looking over at him. “And there’s just something about her that makes me want to risk it all.”

“Then do it. If she’s worth it, then go for it.” Mitch can sense his hesitance, so he quickly elaborates on his thought. “You can take it slowly. Try to find ways to be nicer to her. I know you’ll still come off as a dick because you’re used to doing so by now, but just try to ease into it.” Mitch stops for a moment, trying to gauge Harry’s reaction. All he gets is a wave of Harry’s hand, signaling for him to continue. “Just start to find ways to let her know that you care. Don’t rush either of you into it.”

“Yeah, maybe I could do that.” Harry conceded, knowing that Mitch is a lot wiser than him. And if his relationship with Sarah has anything to say for him, he’s a lot better at relationships as well. “I just don’t know when we’ll spend enough time together for me to do anything.”

Mitch is quiet for a moment, thinking it over. “Aren’t you going on that vacation with Sam and Lexi?” Harry just nods, not understanding what that has to do with anything. “And you said there was room for one more person?” He gives yet another nod, still not comprehending what Mitch is trying to say. “Make sure that she goes. Regardless of what it takes, make sure that she is on the flight.”

The realization finally washes over Harry, and he doesn’t think that he’s ever had someone give him such a great idea.

‘Yeah, I think I can do that.” He assures Mitch, who just nods.

And at that exact moment, Harry decides that this trip will be the week that changes the way Y/N perceives him. It will be the end of them as enemies, and hopefully be the beginning of them as lovers.

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By the Open Fire - Yahya x Black Character

I’m getting back into the writing spirit and decided to write a little Christmas one-shot about my latest celebrity crush. Merry Christmas, Happy Kwanzaa and Happy Holidays! 

Warnings: Very, very, light smut, fluffy as hell

Word Count: 2,664

Six months was entirely too long to be away from the love of her life. 

Candace tapped the tip of her pen against the blank page, hoping her writer’s block would magically disappear. Being an actress was so much easier than trying to write a novel. Why didn’t Candace just stick to her day job? Since the pandemic began, she was trying her hand at other talents and writing a novel seemed to be the one wish on her wish list that stood out. On top of Yahya being out of the country filming for most of the year, Candace was in search of a way to fight a depression that was on the brink of flooding her life. Her filming project had come to a halt until 2021 and she was stuck in her Manhattan apartment until it was safe to come out again.

Yahya would be home in a couple of days and Candace was looking forward to his arrival. So many months a part made her heart ache and the heart below her waist. After hundreds of facetime calls, numerous texts a day and a few Zoom sessions that included their shared friends, her man would be there in the flesh. 

“Fuck,” Candace cursed under her breath. The block wasn’t budging, forcing the actress to give up and retreat to the kitchen for wine. Her phone rang, interrupting her attempt to brainstorm for the next chapter in her book. “You always call at the perfect time,” she groaned at her twin sister on the other end of the line. 

“Candy, you can never just say hello like a normal human,” Trinity laughed. “But did mama call you with the latest gossip?” 

“No, but she’s been texting me all damn day. I’ve been busy so I haven’t checked them yet. Wassup,” she pressed, knowing the gossip was most likely church related. Their mother had been an usher at the same church since they were nine. 

“Girl,” Trinity exclaimed, before explaining the recent Chicago gossip. “Mrs. Jackson got caught cheating with James. Someone saw them out at the park together, kissing up on each other and all that.” 

“Ewww, in this panoramic,” Candace gagged. “I’m not shocked though. That old floozy was always flirting with daddy and almost made mama beat her ass one Easter Sunday. Remember that?” 

Trinity cackled, “Boooooy, mama was about to peel that woman’s skin back and break her neck. Ol’ girl was trying it that day and knows she is too old to still be acting like that. But enough about Florence, what have you been up to today? Ain’t your man on his way back to New York?” 

 Candace rolled her eyes because she knew where this conversation was going. Her sister had four children, leaving Candace the only childless sibling left in the pack of five children. 

“He’ll be back in two days and then we’re going to Colorado for Christmas. Since we can’t gather for the holidays, figured we’d go somewhere where we can safely distance ourselves but still get away. You know,” Candace said, swirling the wine around in her glass before taking a sip. 

“Mmmhhhhmmm. You gon’ get knocked up in them mountains,” Trinity added in a serious tone. “You two renting out a cabin or something up there?” 

“Ain’t nobody getting knocked up until she has a ring on her finger. Yes, we’re getting a cabin and just chillin’ out. Yahya has been working and needs a break. I’ve been....lonely.” Candace paced her kitchen, trying to think of an excuse to end this call before her twin irritated her soul. 

“Ya’ll haven’t seen each in months, he’s going to tear--” 

“Trin!” One major difference between the two of them was the lack of filter on Trinity’s part. The woman would say anything in front of anyone. “Look, I need to go straighten up before before Yah gets here. I’ll talk to you later?” 

Trinity sighed loudly on the other end because she knew her sister was rushing her off the call. Not liking people in her relationship business bugged Trinity because she was the nosey twin that wanted to know everything, much like their mother. “Well at least you won’t be needing to replace the batteries in that vibrator any time soon since the real Dr. Manhattan is back in the picture.” Before Candace could reply to the vulgar comment, Trinity squeezed out a quick ‘love you’ before hanging up. 

“Nasty ass,” Candace rolled her eyes and placed the phone back in the pocket of her jeans. 

The next two days were the same song. Candace’s brain did not want to focus on writing, so she eventually gave up and settled on online shopping to ease her frustration. The night her beautiful man was supposed to return, the actress fell asleep on the couch. His flight had been delayed by a couple of hours and he didn’t make it home until 3AM. 

He quietly entered the apartment, knowing Candace could never stay awake past twelve. The 6′3 actor, tip toed across the floor doing his best ballerina impression. Light snores could be heard over the infomercial playing on the television. She looked peaceful, almost child-like curled up on the sofa under her favorite coral throw. Yahya slowly leaned in, placing a soft kiss on Candace’s pouted lips. She stirred slightly, mumbling under her breath and fell back into a slumber. 

“Baby,” he sung into her ear, placing another kiss on her cheek. 

“Hmm.” Candace finally opened her eyes to see her Christmas gift standing right in front of her. Even with blurred vision, the smell of his cologne was a dead giveaway. She screeched and scurried to her feet to throw her arms around Yahya’s neck. Naturally, her legs wrapped around his waist as he rocked them back and forth. “I missed you so much.” 

“I missed you too,” he grunted, peppering Candace’s face in kisses. “My baaaaaaby,” Yahya sang as they fell to the sofa in a heap of long limbs. “It smells good in here, what you cook?” 

“Negro, you’re always looking for the food. Ol’ hungry ass,” Candace shook her head and playfully punched her lover’s bicep. “But, I saved you some fried rice and shrimp...homemade because that’s the only dish I’m good at.” 

“Oh, that’s not the only dish you’re good at,” he bit his lip, pulling Candace into a slow, passionate kiss, showing her how much he really missed her. With both of them being in the industry, they understood the heartache that came with being in a relationship and not seeing your significant other for weeks or months at a time. In this case, their time away from each other was extended due to the pandemic. “Mmmmm,” Yahya hummed into Candace’s lips before pulling away. He wanted to save the X-rated loving for their trip when he would have more time to rest and beat the severe jet lag from flying across the world for 12 hours. 

“We should get some food in this belly, babe,” Candace couldn’t contain the big cheesy grin that made her cheeks hurt. 

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Christmas Eve 

Toni Braxton’s sultry voice filled the cabin as Yahya finished pouring the wine for their night cap. They had a busy day on the slopes trying not to kill themselves or break any bones. 

“Baby, where your fine ass at,” Yahya called out, making his way to the living room. The fireplace crackled, sending waves of heat throughout the cabin’s living area. The sun had set, but the mountains were still glowing against the dark sky. Their view was impeccable and the mood was set for a night of bonding and loving. “Candy, don’t make me come get you.” He warned playfully, sitting in front of the fire on their floor palette they had built earlier that night. 

“What was that,” Candace teased, stopping in the doorway getting a front row view of Yahya’s bare upper half. His back muscles bulged as he tended to the fire. 

“You back there sleeping, old lady,” he asked, with his back still turned away from her. 

“No, I was back there wrapping one last gift,” she replied, her voice dropping an octave prompting Yahya to turn around. 

His eyes almost fell out of his head, “Damn girl.” Pulling his bottom lip into his mouth, he moved forward, inspecting the gift that was screaming to be unwrapped. “This all for me?” 

“Every inch of it.” Her words almost came out as a moan. The way this man was eyeing her had moisture pooling between her legs. The fancy lingerie wouldn’t last long at this rate. Words became an afterthought when actions began to do all the talking. All it took was a soul turning kiss to send them both to the floor on their palette in front of the fireplace. Candace couldn’t tell if the fire had her skin tingling or the anticipation of having his hands rubbing over the most sensitive parts of her body. The wine and fruits sitting on the mantle quickly became an afterthought. 

For minutes, they enjoyed exploring each other and parts they hadn’t touched in months. Yahya was nestled between Candace’s thighs, both of them breathless and horny. Candace’s lace get up was quickly removed and thrown to the side. She giggled when his lips grazed her belly button, those giggles soon turning into pants and whispered obscenities. With gentle licks, he coaxed her clit out of its hood.

 Toys were fun but they weren’t the real thing and oh did she miss the real thing. See, the real thing knew exactly how to pull her close to the edge before sending her back. Her man’s skilled tongue sank deeper drawing intricate patterns in her center as she massaged the top of his head with her fingertips. 

Candace’s breath hitched in her throat and her thighs shook awaiting the impending release. “Jesus,” she moaned as her body suddenly felt light and her center thumped. 

“Still as sweet as I remember,” he grinned, kissing Candace’s inner thigh. 

Another track on their Toni Braxton Christmas playlist began to play and Yahya rested his head on Candace’s stomach. Time was precious and Yahya didn’t want to waste an ounce of the rare quiet moment they had. Soon, they’d both be filming again and the world would be back to normal. 

“What’s on your mind, baby,” Candace asked, her heart and breath back to a steady rhythm. 

“I don’t spend enough time with you. At least not lately,” he began. “I knew what I was getting into when we were back in school. Still makes me feel bad though.” 

“Yah, I enjoy all the moments that we do get to spend together. You’ve been working your ass off this year. Yes, I would love more times like this but we should also celebrate all your accomplishments. Because you’re doing the damn thang and I’m so proud of you.” 

“Thank you. You always say the right shit to get me together,” he chuckled. “Sometimes a nigga just be in his feelings and I missed the hell out of you those six months.” 

“Yeah, six months has never gone by that slowly. You should see my credit card statements. I’ve never purchased that many sex toys in my life,” Candace covered her face with her arm. 

“Word? Well.... you won’t be needing those sex toys for awhile.” 

A smirk formed on her lips when she felt him bump against her thigh, “No, no, you just sit back and relax. I got this.” Sitting up, Candace placed a hand on Yahya’s chest, prompting him to switch her spots. 

“You are beautiful,” Yahya’s eyes gleamed. After all these years, he could still make Candace blush like a little school girl. “Don’t hide that smile, girl.” His large hands massaged her thighs as she eased him inside of her. 

They both exhaled, letting Toni Braxton serenade them through the night.

--------- 

Christmas Morning

They had finally made it to bed and got a few hours of sleep before Christmas morning arrived and it was time to get up for their next day of adventures. 

First, they needed to re-fuel their bodies after the festivities that took place the night before in front of the fireplace and in the bedroom. The shower also got some of their loving that morning. Candace could hear Yahya singing his own version of Joy to the World while whipping up his famous oatmeal. That man never knew the words to any song but sung his own words with all the confidence in the world. 

“Yah, do you ever know the words,” Candace questioned, placing a quick kiss on his cheek before grabbing a bowl from one of the kitchen shelves. 

“Nope,” he replied in a matter of fact tone. “It’s the Abdul-Mateen version.”

“Uh huh, sure.” 

Over breakfast, they continued joking about Yahya’s talent of making up his own versions of songs. Joy and love was on full display. They had always been the couple to roast each other and the next minute adore each other like the two biggest saps in the world.. Their relationship was built on a strong friendship they developed while they were in film school before reconnecting a few years later. 

They walked a short distance to one of the coffee shops near their cabin to grab hot chocolate. It was a chilly 45 degrees, but to avoid sitting in the shop, they walked back to their rental, taking a scenic route that Yahya suggested. 

“If we get lost or I end up falling off one of these mountains, I hope my family doesn’t kill you,” Candace joked, admiring the beautiful scene before them. 

“Oh, I know where we are. I was out here early yesterday morning trying to find the perfect spot,” Yahya replied. 

“Huh, perfect spot for what?” 

He didn’t answer right away and instead reached for Candace’s hand, stopping her in her tracks. “Something I’ve been wanting to do for awhile.” Placing his cup on one of the rocks, Yahya pulled a box from his pocket and got down on one knee. 

“What...what...” For once, Candace was speechless and caught completely off guard. 

“It’s hard as hell to surprise you and I’ve been trying to think of the perfect time to do this without your nosey ass finding out.” Tears began to flow down Candace’s cheeks. “We’ve been at this for a few years and I’ve had some of my best moments with you by my side. I want to make what we have forever.” He opened the small box to reveal a beautiful emerald cut ring. “Say love... would you marry me?” 

Being the goofball that she was, Candace laughed between her tears “You’re trying to get me pregnant on this trip, aren’t you?” 

“Well that can be arranged if you say yes.” 

“Ye...yes, of course!” Her vision blurred as Yahya slid the rock on her finger and stood to his feet to kiss his future bride. Moments later Yahya’s phone rang with an incoming Facetime call. 

“Hey Trinity, hey moms,” Yahya cheesed, turning his phone to share the screen with Candace. “Looks like you two aren’t getting rid of me anytime soon.” 

“She said yes,” Trinity screamed, jumping up and down with their mother. “Aye, aye, ayyyeeeeee.” 

Still in complete shock and happiness overflowing, Candace shrieked, “Wait, you two knew about this the entire time!” 

“Yep! It’s been burning my ass to keep this secret from you all this time,” Trinity teased, sticking out her tongue. “He took mom with him to ring shop last year and everything.” 

“Welcome to the family, son. Congratulations baby,” Ms. Fredrick sang, clapping for the happy couple on the other end of the call. 

“Now, I hope you two are using protection out there because having a baby before the wedding is-” 

“Trinity,” Candace called out, shaking her head. 

They should have followed Trinity’s advice because approximately two months later..... 

Hope you all enjoyed! This is the first piece I’ve written in a year. I have no idea if I’ m going to continue the stories I began before my hiatus, yet. But, we will explore that in the coming year! Who knows, we may get more Candace and Yahya depending on how hard writer’s block slaps me. May the new year bring you all peace and joy! 

[yoichichi]

Bunny’s 200 follower event

request: Hey, congratulations on 200 followers, you truly deserve them :) ! Matchup for aot please? I'm bi, a preference towards girls irl but men in anime and fiction. I'm Intp, 5w6, true neutral. I like drawing, swimming, video games, sleeping. I have some weird "hobbies" like sitting in front of my washing machine when it's done and smelling all the clean clothes, taking photos of every single cat I see, sitting alone in my rooftop and listening to music late at night. I also have a lot of scented stuff laying around because I'm a sucker for nice clean smells. I consider myself smart, Im not social and I don't like crowds. Although I might seem cold or uninterested at first, I'm kind, trusting and understanding to those I open up to. I can be pretty lazy, however I always finish important stuff and never leave my room dirty. I'm 5"8, with an athletic and slightly curvy body type. I want an understanding and loyal partner. Preferably introverted, or at least someone that doesn't mind having more casual dates at home. I'm the "bottom" in a relationship so I would also look for someone who is more of a "top". I've found myself attracted to multiple ISTPs, but also other INTPs. I wouldn't want a loud, super extroverted or hot headed partner. (ex.bakugo, connie) I'm not very good at expressing emotions so I would prefer someone that can be patient with me and won't move things too fast. Sorry this is long, and thank you for doing this :>❤️

a/n: hi luv! Thanks for sending in the first request! And please don’t apologize for the length at all! I hope you enjoy! This is also not canonverse! I write these in mind with modern!au if that makes sense :)

Warnings: nsfw-ish themes but generally sfw

Reading your request, you have been matched with...

(づ￣ ³￣)づ Reiner Braun

Ok first things first with you and Reiner: naps naps naps

This man is big, warm, definitely smells like fresh laundry, and definitely likes to cuddle. So the fact you like to sleep? Yeah napping is becoming his favorite pastime with you

Definitely a big spoon type of guy but would also love it with your face buried in his chest, you can also smell how good he smells this way!

Tell him he smells good and he ~will get flustered idc

Ok but this man would send photos of cats to you

He’d be on a run and see a cat and immediately whip out his phone to send you a Snapchat, that’s like the only time he uses it at this point LMAO

Reiner would be such an understanding partner and LOVE stay at home dates

He’s definitely a bit of a homebody so getting to have cute little dates where you guys cook some stupid fancy dinner together are a must

He’s on the quieter side like you in public but definitely takes charge in the relationship with initiating things

The type to order for you in public and remember your order exactly but still looks at you after every time like, “that’s what you wanted, right?”

Please kiss his cheek and reassure him it’s correct it’ll make his year

The top in the relationship for sure, but also very soft with you

So even though he’s taking charge, he’ll always be asking for reassurance you’re alright and checking in with you constantly

He wouldn’t admit it but he would want you to draw him LMAO

Like he’d also just be so obsessed with watching you draw

Is he staring at you or the drawing? I don’t know if you catch him staring at you he will think about it for a week and get red every time it crosses his mind

I don’t see him as a big video game player but he would definitely watch you play them and just be so 👁👄👁 and ask SO many questions that I feel Iike would just make it even more confusing for him LMAO

Reiner is the king of understanding and patience

He will go as slow as you need and listen and do his best to support you as best he can

Late night cuddle convos are his fav bye ✋🏼

Your vibe reminds me of...

Another suitable match for you would be...

(づ￣ ³￣)づ Armin Arlert

This man is another VERY understanding and supportive person

Now before anyone says anything this man is not a bottom and definitely takes charge in a relationship idc

Service top service top service top anyways moving on

He loves taking care of people and that includes you

He’s very attentive and good at knowing when your social battery is running low and is taking you home and scooping you into his arms so fast

Another big spoon type of guy

He loves having his face buried in the back of your neck with your back against his chest and his arms wrapped around you

Something about feeling you that close and secure to him just hits different for him

Candle lover omg

He’s a chronic bath and body works gift card holder it’s almost a problem LMAO

Sometimes he goes to the store and if he see’s a candle he think you might like he will buy it and bring it home like :) here, smell :) and just be holding it out at your face like :) you like it?

Ok idk why but he definitely likes to cup your face

Like you’ll be on the couch chillin and he’ll get up and stretch to go to the kitchen or something and see you and just 🥺🤲🏼

“You’re so cute 🥺🤲🏼” and it’s like, grandma aggressive

Like he’s squishing your cheeks and moving your head around and talking so loud and then leaves a stupid big kiss on your forehead and then walks off after like what he did was completely justified and normal

Ok so being with Armin does come with eren LMAO

Eren would want to play video games with you ~so bad

Cause you’re his besties partner!! He wants to make you feel like you’re apart of the group!

Armin absolutely loves if you beat him if that’s an element in the game

He finds it 1. Hilarious and 2. Hot LMAO

You can’t tell me he’d be kinda 🙂😏😳🙂 if you beat Eren

He doesn’t know if it’s his pride or what but something about it...

Ok obviously he loves swimming with you like, c’mon

He doesn’t care where, recreational pool? Check ✅ Beach? Check ✅ lake? Check ✅

This man just loves doing things with you and he loves swimming so :)

He will lather you in sunscreen at the beach whether you think you need it or not

You couldn’t say anything to him about it

He’d just be putting the sunscreen in his hands and then give you a ~look

He’d just raise his eyebrows and purse his lips and look so DONE just-

“(y/n), give me your arm.”

Loves rubbing your arms while you cuddle idc

He’s very caring and patient with you and his favorite way to show he cares is through his devotion and affection 💓

Your vibe reminds me of...

eek! Here’s the first post in my event! I really hope you liked it! Please let me know your thoughts!

Requests are still open until February 26th 8:00 pm PST

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Can I request Darby Allin headcanons?

Oh my god, fucking finally. I was wondering when someone would send me an ask for Darby. I have... a definite weakness for him, beats the hell out of me as to why, oops rip. Anyway, yes. Yes. and more yes. I will happily do these for you! Thank you so so so so much for sending me this ask.

Since you didn’t specify NSFW or fluff, I think I’m going to /attempt/ fluff. Attempt being the key word. I hope that’s okay with you?

Warnings:

None. Kids, you can all stay. For now.

Tagging:

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You two just kind of clicked upon meeting. You found it fairly easy to get comfortable with him, fairly quick. It got to a point where you guys could have an entire conversation without words. using mostly facial expressions or body language.

-- This quickly got irritating to people around you who didn’t quite get it. Especially whenever someone like say... Guevara.. would come around hitting on you and you’d look over his shoulder, locking eyes with Darby and the two of you would kinda... share a glance before both dissolving into laughter. More than a time or two, Guevara has stormed off because he’s seriously trying to flirt with or pursue you and you’re too busy laughing and sharing some super secret inside joke with Darby to notice.

Darby takes it upon himself to train you, so you two get even closer. And maybe, on occasion, there’s a little bit of flirting. It’s tentative, of course, because Darby is still trying to figure out if you feel the same things he’s feeling and he strikes me as the kind of man who won’t force himself upon someone until he knows for absolute certain that his advances would be welcome.

-- You’re trying to learn some high flyer moves. You’re a bit of a daredevil. Normally, this would not bother Darby at all. And he’s happy to teach you, but damn does it make him catch his breath every single time you take to climb something and dive off. One time, you take a little longer to get up than usual because the foam blocks you landed on were just that soft and you were having too much fun kinda chillin. He was not happy with you when he got to the area you landed and found you lounging in the foam blocks. He winds up laughing and pulling you up. “You fucking scared me.”

You two don’t know just how touchy-feely you are until several of the other members of the roster just start to assume you’re a thing. Neither of you really bother correcting them either. 

-- You have to share a hotel room with him one particular night... And a bed in said hotel room. And you two are up all night talking and laughing, whispering back and forth. Somewhere in the midst of it all, you realize that you’re always happier when you’re around Darby. And you start to really notice these little things. It’s mutual, because there’s a long pause and you two are just laying there on your sides, staring at each other. Darby’s hand reaches out, caressing your cheek. You melt against him. One of you groans and lips brush together lightly...

At first, you two try to take a few steps back and just... pretend that you didn’t wind up making out, practically dry humping in a darkened hotel room. But it quickly became apparent that neither one of you had really forgotten. And the air was always so heavy between you two. Touches seemed to linger a lot more. Those little teasing looks across the room?  Turned to smouldering and lust filled ones instead. His training sessions with you were infinitely more hands on now too and afterwards, he’d taken to start massaging you. Neither of you did the typical / stereotypical “hide from each other because things got a little weird” bit. That unspoken night seemed to make you closer? Either way, it was crystal clear that nothing was going to be the same now. And that things were getting serious.

-- Still, you two managed to hold off a discussion. Until you just couldn’t anymore. And it’s Darby who brings it up, because he doesn’t strike me as the kind to keep his opinions to himself when he feels something needs to be said. He goes about it in the sweetest way possible too. You never really realized that your goofy best friend had quite a serious and romantic side.. But when he opens up and lets it all out, he really shows you that side because the whole time he’s talking, spilling his heart out to you, he’s constantly touching you. Hugging you against him. Staring down at you wtih this look in his eyes like you’re his whole world. 

-- Things get... Intense. Clothing winds up ripped and strewn all over the room. And he’s a very slow and gentle, attentive lover. Wants to kiss/touch every single part of you with each new article of clothing he tears away from your body. Wants to taste you, whether it be burying his head between your thighs or the way your kisses taste. Very vocal. Oh god, so vocal. Quiet grunts and groans. Bucking himsefl against the mattress while he looks up from where he’s positioned himself between your legs, with this fire burning in his eyes. He’s... He’ll leave marks, but they’re not really big or heavy/deep ones. Handprints, however.. He grips you so tight that sometimes, he leaves red marks behind. If he has a kink, it’s being blindfolded.... giving over total control to you. Letting you touch him all over... Maybe a bit of a pain kink, but mostly, he likes being blindfolded and giving over dominance in bed. Loves to praise you. Really loves it when you praise him. 

Does the cutest little romantic things.. Like leaving you little love notes and drawings in the steam on the mirror while you’re showering. Loves to take pictures of you and keeps them in his locker.Leaves you random surprises.

Carries you everywhere.

You two still have the whole unspoken conversations, only now they’re either dirty and flirty, or you two are sharing your general disdain with having to go out and be social on occasion because you’re both pretty private.

You two like to be lazy during downtime. And cozy. Lots of cuddling on the couch with movies like The Crow or Final Destination playing. Lots of you two doing random ish like the hot pepper challenge. Or going randonauting. Or just sleeping late because you stayed up half a night, cuddled in bed, talking and whispering back and forth.

It’s just v.v cute okay? Soft.

[jaskiersvalley]

HEY I JUST WANTED TO SAY THAT YOUR FICLET ABOUT GERALT BEING ILLITERATE IS THE MOST PRECIOUS THING IN THE ENTIRE WORLD. I had to put down my phone and whimper when he pulled out the card 🥺 can.. can i humbly request a pt. 2 in the future please? (also,, ive gone through the entirety of your blog too and its. so. good. while ive been chillin’ quarantinin’ reading your fics have been my very favourite thing to do!!) ♥️

Nonnie, you and @ohnomybreadsticks have both given me inspiration for more. It’s gone in a slightly different direction with the whole Wolf School in on the thing now. But, hopefully, you’ll enjoy this addition just as much. Best of luck with the quarantine! I’ll be posting stories fairly regularly for the foreseeable future which will hopefully keep you entertained and out of trouble!

The illiterate Geralt story can be found here.

Jaskier’s School of Self Care for Lost Wolves

It was a known fact that Jaskier loved too much and too freely. Sometimes, he even fell in love with those he hadn’t met but felt they needed love all the same. Which was how he ended up with emotions towards witchers he hadn’t met beyond Geralt occasionally letting a name slip. It wasn’t the same kind of love he held for Geralt, it wasn’t all consuming, he didn’t want to kiss the other witchers silly but it didn’t burn fiercely and involved a lot of throws and warm cuddles. Because, as Jaskier had helped Geralt work on his reading and writing, he realised something. None of the other witchers knew how to do that either. Which was how Jaskier ended up demanding he be allowed to go to Kaer Morhen with Geralt. He had a whole winter to remedy the mistakes their teachers had made. It wouldn’t magically make up for all the neglect but Jaskier would be damned if he didn’t try his best to slowly build scaffolding around and start the process of patching in the holes.

The journey back to the old keep was more hazardous than Jaskier had even dared imagine. It didn’t help that Geralt told him most witchers died on the path, either too naive and new on their way out or too tired or injured on the way back. That was utterly appalling and Jaskier was in half a mind to demand that a new path be devised to make sure all witchers could get home and get the care they needed. Even if Geralt insisted this was for the best, an injured witcher had no prospects after all. Rather than argue, Jaskier kept his mouth shut and began scheming.

There weren’t many witchers left, the school of the wolf was a dying breed but, along with Geralt, three other witchers returned and Jaskier was delighted. It seemed that the whole family was together again. Not that they acted like a family, more like a bunch of pissy cats trying to establish territories because they couldn’t figure out how to share and snuggle. That did disappoint Jaskier, he had a lot more work cut out for him than anticipated. Still, he could put the beginnings of his plan into play.

“What are you doing?” Lambert sounded so utterly offended when he came across Jaskier settled comfortably between Geralt’s legs, both of them stretched out on a fur in front of a fire. Jaskier was holding a book and Geralt was reading aloud in a low, rumbling voice.

“We’re enjoying a good story. Care to join us?”

Snarling, Lambert stalked out of the room and Jaskier shrugged. It was a start, even if it wasn’t an auspicious one. However, it set things into motion because not two days later, Eskel had approached Geralt in the kitchen, softly quizzing him on reading.

“I could teach you,” Jaskier volunteered as soon as he heard, deciding to ignore the wide eyed, almost sheepish look from Eskel.

That was how an hour was set aside each day where Jaskier sat with Eskel, leafing through well loved books that Geralt had used, sounding out words together. After the third time, they ended up with a secretive audience in the form of Lambert lurking just outside the door, listening in. In the end, Jaskier left a book in his usual hiding spot and waited for Lambert to come to him. It took longer than he had anticipated, Jaskier had been shooing Eskel out the room and hanging around to tidy up after their lessons for a good week before the book was thrown by his feet.

“Stop mocking me.” Lambert had his arms crossed defensively over his chest and was glaring in a way that would have sent bolts of fear through most people. Just as well that Jaskier wasn’t like most. He’d seen the posturing, the anger and lashing out in Geralt before, knew all too well what lay below it. With the greatest simplicity, he picked up the book and sat down, opening it and giving Lambert an expectant look. After a beat, the witcher sat down next to him.

That was three witchers on their way to literacy but something still bugged Jaskier. Thankfully, he didn’t have to say anything because Lambert took matters into his own hand. He had a book with him one breakfast, furiously trying to catch up with the other two and master ‘See Spot Run’ at record speed.

“Why did you never teach us to read?” he asked around a mouthful of eggs, greasy fingers leaving marks on the pages.

A silence descended on the table as eyes turned to Vesemir who, for the first time since they knew him, looked uncomfortable.

“It wasn’t needed,” he began. “A witcher can’t read a monster to death.”

Understanding dawned on Jaskier then and there. He put his fork aside and stood with an “oh you poor dear”. It was barely audible over Vesemir’s mumbled “I was just a fencing instructor.”

Walking around the table, he easily settled on Vesemir’s lap, ignoring all social conventions regarding touch. Looking up at the witcher, he smiled.

“It’s never too late to learn.”

Given the possessive nature of witchers, one would have expected Geralt to get jealous. However, he seemed content for Jaskier to do as he pleased, spending time with the other witchers. All too soon, all four of them were piled together on rugs and chairs around a fire and frowning over their respective books while Jaskier flitted between them, helping and encouraging where it was needed. It was obvious Lambert struggled the most, the letters dancing before his eyes and never quite settling which made him growl in frustration and his book often went flying across the room. Only once did it land in the fire.

“I’ve made a decision,” Jaskier announced during a quiet afternoon. “You’re all coming along wonderfully with reading and I have so much more to offer.”

Four witchers looked at him a little fearfully, wondering if they weren’t enough. They didn’t say anything as Jaskier walked out of the room but the sadness was palpable. Until Jaskier returned with his beloved lute.

“If anyone wants to learn any music, I’m happy to teach them.”

While reading was a chore for Lambert, he took to music like a duck to water when shown songs, able to replicate the chord sequences Jaskier showed him quite quickly. He had a special love of raunchy singing songs. The only sad thing was that there was only one lute or any kind of musical instrument in the whole of Kaer Morhen. Though Jaskier was more than happy to sing along to whatever tune Lambert was picking out. Soon, they had a whole repertoire of witcher drinking songs they would happily belt out while the others thumped the table in time with the beat.

By contrast, Eskel seemed content with the softer side of things. In fact, he had taken a real shine to sonnets and would often be found discussing them in depth with Jaskier. Occasionally, Geralt joined in but he didn’t find as much joy in dissecting whether the “sweet smell of faded summer” was in fact a statement about the passing of seasons or whether it was the soft lament of two lovers growing old.

“What are you doing?” Vesemir’s voice pulled Jaskier from his quiet introspection. It was early, the sun was barely poking out from behind the mountains but he was out in the courtyard with Geralt sat on a barrell and frowning into a book.

“Stretching,” Jaskier replied, sunnier than the weather. “I learned a series of movements to keep the body supple and the mind engaged. It helps me keep up with Geralt.”

The wink he sent Geralt’s way was enough to have him raising the book to hide his blush. While everybody knew what was going on between them, Geralt didn’t like to shamelessly advertise it. He was a private soul by nature.

“Come.” Jaskier beckoned Vesemir. “Let me show you.”

They worked through poses, Jaskier explaining a little about each of them. While they looked simple and easy, Vesemir was surprised to find that they gave the gentlest workout he had ever had. By the end, he was pleasantly tired but not in a way a training fight would have worn him out. It was, for want of a better word, rejuvenating. It had him as close to a smile as he usually got.

Over the course of the week, it went from Jaskier stretching in the courtyard while Geralt read to Jaskier and Vesemir. Until, silently, Eskel joined them one morning, standing next to Vesemir, a little nervous but a smile from Jaskier had him easing into the flow. The next morning, soft lute strums accompanied their exercises as Lambert sat opposite Geralt and his book, playing something gentle. The grateful look Jaskier shot him was enough to get him scowling, even if the music never stopped.

Spring was just around the corner. The witchers were all sat around the cleared dining room table with parchments in front of them, quills in hand. Eskel’s tongue was sticking out the corner of his mouth as he focused on his work.

“Just remember, this means you can keep in touch with each other. Enchanted crows can deliver your letters now.” Jaskier was playing soft music as the others perfected their penmanship. Well, all except Lambert who had taken to doodling, letters getting lost in the pictures. But that was okay, he could always draw his sentiments, the others would understand.

By the time it came to leaving Kaer Morhen, Jaskier was content and happy. He had four witchers who looked so much more self confident in their abilities. Because while he had kept their attention on the arts, it was inevitable that they all bonded. It wasn’t all that unusual to find at least two, if not three of them piling on top of each other with a book, getting lost in adventures they didn’t have to live through. Someone else’s struggles were so much more satisfying when the fear of death and failure didn’t hang above their heads.

Three witchers and a bard stood in the courtyard, horses loaded up as they prepared to leave on their respective paths. Only Vesemir stood in his usual attire and a soft smile creasing his face.

“Safe travels to you all,” he said, meeting the others’ eyes in turn.

“What will you do?” Eskel asked. “You usually accompany us at least some of the way.”

The smile turned into an excited grin and Vesemi gestured vaguely towards the keep. “My path for the year is one that is a tight circle. The library here needs some attention.”

Pride made Jaskier beam. He stepped forward and gave Vesemir a hug. “I expect many a wonderful tale from the library when we’re back next year.”

That sealed it. The next winter, they were all going to return with more stories. Eskel even kept a diary to share with Jaskier in case Geralt was stingy on his details for songs. And, when they all reconvened at the start of the next winter, Vesemir had tomes from the library ready to read stories from while Lambert turned up with his own lute on his back.

[thewritewolf]

After the End Chapter 20: Safety

Finally safe for now from the Gentlemen, there are some lingering questions that still need answers.

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The trip to Marinette’s house was a quiet one. There were definitely still henchmen out looking for them, but with Chat Noir’s transformation restored, they posed less of a threat to the hero than the city’s many pigeons. Even so, he kept them to the rooftops, helping them across when necessary.

Eventually, Chat Noir closed the balcony door behind him and turned around to face the three people who had saved him that night - Alya, Nino… and Marinette. The last of whom was still refusing to meet his eyes.

Why was that? Was she disappointed that it was him? Or angry that he had lied about where Adrien was? Or did she feel he’d taken advantage of her kindness, despite him knowing her outside the mask this whole time?

Maybe he’d be upset too, if their situations had been reversed.

Nino was the first to collapse onto the couch, and almost on cue the rest of them followed suit - Alya taking up the other spot on the couch, leaning forward, elbows on her knee. Marinette sat in her rocking chair, and Chat Noir sprawled out on the floor.

For a few long minutes, they just sat there and decompressed. In the bright light of Marinette’s apartment, it was hard to believe that not too long ago he’d been in the belly of the beast, held against his will by some sort of shadowy organization. And now here his friends were, saving him again. Masks or not.

He had the urge to drop his transformation then and there. They had definitely earned it at that point. But something stopped him - whether it was fear at their potential anger or concern that it might draw them even further into this fight, he wasn’t sure.

Instead, he asked a question. “How did you guys know where to go? I’m grateful and all but… I doubt you were just happening by.”

Alya shared a brief look with Nino before opening up her heavy winter jacket. His jaw dropped when he saw two kwamis floating there. Sass, he recognized immediately. The other looked like they were based on a fox, so Chat assumed that had to be Trixx.

“These little dudes popped outta nowhere while we were chillin’ out on a jog,” Nino said, jabbing a thumb at them. “Said that Chat Noir and our bro Marinette could use a helpin’ hand.”

“Hello!” Trixx excited zoomed in front of Chat’s face, eyes wide and curious. “I’ve heard a lot about you, Chat Noir. While my chosen has fought alongside you,” he circled Alya’s head, “this is the first time I’ve gotten to meet you face to face.”

Chat frowned as he looked at the kwami. “Shouldn’t you be with Ladybug right now?”

Trixx and Sass exchanged a glance before the latter replied, “You sssee, Ladybug knew that it would be unwissse to go herssself, ssso ssshe sssent us to find aid.”

“And why would it be unwise?” Chat crossed his arms in front of him. Frustration bubbled up inside him - had Ladybug been keeping tabs on him this whole time? Why hadn’t she tried to reach out to him? He would’ve loved to have her input on this mystery. “Clearly she knew that I was going to be in trouble.”

“Well… what if they wanted both your miraculous, like Hawkmoth did?” Alya offered. “And popping up out of the blue after so long off the grid would be very suspicious if they were keeping an eye out for her.”

“Maybe.” Chat Noir pinched the bridge of his nose. “But then we wouldn’t have three civilians getting mixed up in something dangerous like this. We’ve taken risks before - and I’ve certainly put myself on the line for Ladybug.”

“I’m sure Ladybug had her reasons,” Nino said. He reached over to punch Chat’s shoulder encouragingly. “And hey, cat-dude! We won anyway. What’s the big deal?”

Chat clenched his jaw and glanced at Marinette, who quickly looked away. There was a long silence in the room, with Alya and Nino shifting comfortably in their seats as it drew out.

Eventually, Chat couldn’t stand it any longer. He stood up and moved toward the balcony.

He got a few steps before something had snagged his wrist. When he looked down, he saw Marinette looking back up at him. There was an unreadable look in her eyes, but he could almost swear he saw a glimmer of sadness there.

“We’ll talk about this later, okay?”

Chat Noir stared at her for a long moment before nodding.

He didn’t want to do much talking right now anyway. All he really wanted to do was lay down and sleep, dreamlessly.

But he knew he wouldn’t be that lucky.

[sevensins-stuff]

Could you write the brothers and maybe the undateables reactions to an MC doing the challenge where they send a dirty text to them in public?

The demon bros receive a dirty text from mc

;) ⚠️Slight NSFW⚠️

Lucifer

The last place you truly want to test his patience is right in front of Diavolo...

But that's exactly what you did

Knowing the the prince had invited his right hand to a dinner that week, you took some liberties. Those liberties being the investments of new undergarments

You really only have Asmo to thank for this one

It was daring of you to send such tasteful images of yourself while he was away and knowing that he wasn't the type to suddenly leave before any sort of meeting was over

It only takes three pictures to break him, so spread out the send time!

He's trying so hard not to embarrass himself in front of Diavolo but the pictures of you keep randomly popping up in his mind every other minute

When he gets home, expect your punishment to last into the early hours of the morning

Mammon

Teasing him in private is fun and all, but teasing him in public is going to break him

But that's what you were going for!

You had taken a picture of yourself earlier when you hopped out the shower and you looked amazing! Almost to good to send

Almost

It was movie night with the boys when you decide that you would send him the picture. Your timing couldn't have been worse, chosing the quiet segment of the movie to send it

He choked on his popcorn when he opened the picture and he couldn't stop coughing for about a minute.

Was it rude to laugh? It probably was

He sneaks glances between you and the picture for the rest of the movie and he's a blushing mess throughout the whole thing

Maybe he deserves a little reward for keeping it together as best as he could?

Leviathan

Flustering him is fun too!

In the common room while everyone is chillin

Shoot him a picture with a little message, but be extra about it! If you can draw, stylize yourself in sexy undergarments that don't exist! If you can't, you can still use your avatar from that one super lewd dating sim he put you into!

[What if you saw me in this😏😘]

*que the loud WHOOOOOOAAAAAAA*

He's a blushing mess just thinking about you like that!

Everyone else is just staring at him like he's kinda crazy but they'll just assume that he saw something about one of the anime he watches or something

They'll never believe the way you flirt with him

Satan

Catch him in the library at RAD! You can see him in passing and say hi, but the trick is to shoot him a message after you get yourself lost somewhere in there

["Then my hands go to sink into your hair, to cherish slowly the depth of your hair while we kiss as if our mouths were filled with flowers or with fish, with lively moments and dark fragrance. And if we bite each other the pain is sweet, and if we smother each other in a brief and terrible sucking in together of our breaths, that momentary death is beautiful." A lovely quote, no?]

He's coming for you. He knows that you're still in that library, but he has to keep quite

He has every intention on showing you exactly what those words mean

Asmodeus

Be careful with his one!

A tasteful nude is definitely up his alley, but no matter who he's around, he'll show you off

A text from him: [Is this my preview for tonight??😏]

He's gonna buy you some body jewlery that complements you very nicely before he comes home to you

Beelzebub

You definitely catch him off guard during dinner. Just an "innocent" little text

[I know something else you could eat😘]

He just stops eating for a moment and looks up at you with wide eyes and a blush

He's suddenly not hungry for food anymore

Belphegor

The only time you can catch him both awake and in public is during classes

So that's when you shot him a text

[Wanna take a nap after school today??😉] (As if the wink couldn't be obvious enough)

He can't wait for classes to finally end so he can get his hands on you

You've got him up now. It's your job to tire him out

[godess-ofthe-underworld]

Love Finds A Way

(sequel to “See You Again) (A Harry Hook x reader love story)

Part 5

The six waited for nightfall to sneak out of the dorms.  They snuck down to the limo shed and found the one that brought the vks from the Isle six months ago.  Their plan was simple; go there, get Mal, and come back in one piece.  Hadley prayed it would work but knowing the isle, it will throw them off somewhere.  

Hadley and Evie quickly pieced together “Isle-esque” clothing choices for Ben and Ruby.(I know the link is for Mal so just pretend).  Hadley had meticulously pinned and braided Ruby's hair up so it wouldn't cause any traveling issues on the isle if they had to make a quick get away.  Jay, Carlos, Evie and Hadley just had to raid their own closets to find outfits from the isle.  

They ran down the front steps of the castle.

“ Jay, keys, remote.” Ben said as he tossed Jay the items he was carrying.

“ Wait! Something wrong” Evie ran up to Ben.

The rest stared at Evie waiting for her to do something.

Evei reached up and pulled the beanie down farther over Ben's head.

“There. That's better.” Evie nodded.

“Shotgun!” A small voice yelled from the steps. 

Everyone's, except for Carlos, jaw dropped as they realized the voice came from Carlos's dog, Dude.

“No Dude, stay! The isle is way too dangerous.” Carlos reprimanded.

Dude groaned and sat down on the steps.

“ Did he just..” Jay started.

“ Talk? Yeah. I'll tell you later.” Carlos shook his head and the rest shrugged and got in the limo.

Jay and Carlos took the front seats and Evie, Hadley, Ben and Ruby took the back.

“Okay. Once we get there we park under the pier in the old garage. Got it?” Hadley stated

“ Got it.” 

It took 45 minutes to reach the old broken bridge that would lead them to the isle.  They crossed the golden magic bridge that appeared after Jay pressed the button.  Ruby sat by the window staring in awe of the golden swirls encircling the bridge as they passed.

When they parked in the old garage they draped the limo in sheets to disguise it.

Being back on the isle sent a chill down Hadley's spine.  If her father were to find our she was there, let's just say, all hell would break loose.

“It's really weird being back here” Evie said as Jay walked up to  the two of them.

He looked around “we'll get in and get out” he nodded.

The other two nodded as well.

Hadley hadn't noticed Ruby wasn't by her side until she saw her standing next to Ben at the large metal pipe that lead to the docks.

The vks froze as Being yelled “hey what's in here?” Into the pipe.  The sound echoed, making it louder than necessary.  They rushed over and pulled Ben and Ruby away.

“ You don't want to know.” Hadley said shaking her head.

“ Hey guys.” Carlos caught their attention. “ Keep it chill, all right?  The last thing we need is for our parents to find out were here” the other three nodded and they walked onward, Hadley tucked her hook under her shirt as she followed.

They walked through the Isle for a short while, going through alleyways and dark streets.  Multiple times they had to pull Ruby and Ben away from scammers and thieves looking for loot.  Jay and Carlos took been up front leading the girls through the maze of alleys.

As the rounded a corner two young children jumped out at Evie.  One began to fight with her as another came up behind her and grabbed her wallet out of her pocket.

Evie was able to grab both of their arms yelling at them to give it back.

She paused for a moment when she looked at the little kids faces; dirty and gaunt like they hadn't eaten in w eeks, scratches and bruises littered their small cheeks.  They looked at her with wide eyes and Evie's heart broke at the site. 

“ Go on take it.” Evie nodded releasing their arms.

The kids looked at her and giggled running off with the wallet. 

Evie stood up stairs and fixed her jacket before turning to catch up with the others.  

Jay, Hadley and Carlos had stopped when they heard Evie start yelling, they had yet to realize Ben and Ruby did not.  Evie sighed as she brushed past the others going after the two royals.

They caught up to them as they were being stared down by a man in pirate gear.

Jay rushed to their aid and made the guy back up into his corner.

Hadley and Evie pulled the two away from him, scolding them as they did.

“This isn't a parade it's the isle.” Evie said

“Keep your hands in your pocket unless your stealing.” Jay continued

“ You either slouch or strut.” Carlos added

“And never ever smile.” Evie finished

“Ok than-” Ben started but Hadley 

“No thank yous. And drop the please too.  Just… chill”

(Hadley)

Let me tell you something you can really trust Everybody's got a wicked side I know you think that you could never be like us Watch and learn so you can get it right

(all minus Ben and Ruby) You need to drag your feet You need to nod your head You need to lean back Slip through the cracks You need to not care

(Carlos) Uh, you need to not stare (Evie and Hadley)

You need a whole lot of help (You need to not be yourself)

(Evie) You wanna be cool? Let me show you how Need to break the rules I can show you how And once you catch this feeling Yeah, once you catch this feeling

(all)

You'll be chillin', chillin', oh Chillin' like a villain (chillin') Chillin' like a villain (chillin') Chillin' like a villain (hey) Chillin' like a, chillin' like a (hey), villain

(Evie) You draw attention when you act like that Let us teach you how to disappear You look like you would lose a fight to an alley cat( Hadley turned into an alley cat and lunged at the two) You gotta be wrong to get it right 'round here

(all) You need to watch your back You need to creep around You need to slide real smooth Don't make a sound And if you want it, take it And if you can't take it, break it If you care about your health

(Evie) Seriously, you need to not be yourself

(Hadley) You wanna be cool? Let me show you how Need to break the rules I can show you how And once you catch this feeling Yeah, once you catch this feeling

(all)

You'll be chillin', chillin', oh Chillin' like a villain (chillin') Chillin' like a villain (chillin') Chillin' like a

(Ben and Ruby) I really wanna be bad a lot And I'm giving it my best shot But it's hard being what I'm not

(Carlos) Well if you don't, you're gonna get us caught

(Evie) He's right we gotta stay low-key Now show us how bad you can be

(Ben and Ruby) Like this? (yeah, yeah, yeah) Like this? (yeah, yeah) Oh yeah, I think I got this Let's go, I'm ready to rock this And I ain't gonna thank you for your help I think I found the worst in myself

(Evie and Hadley) You wanna be cool? Let me show you how You don't break the rules I can show you how And once you catch this feeling Yeah, once you catch this feeling You'll be chillin', chillin', oh

(All) Chillin' like a villain (chillin') Chillin' like a villain (chillin') Chillin' like a villain (chillin') Chillin' like a villain (chillin') Chillin' like a villain

Ben and Ruby continued to strut up the alley way as the other stood back and watched.

Things went downhill when Ben bumped into someone.  The others panicked and rushed to their sides.  Hadley stood behind a frozen ruby, as she stared at Gil, Harry's pirate best friend. 

“Hey,man! Hey I know you.” Gil smiled at Ben.

“Uh, no. Don't know you either,man.” Ben said nonchalantly.

“ Uh, yeah you do. Come on, man. Really? Dude I'll give you a hint. My dad is quick, slick, and his neck… is incredibly thick.” He pointed to his own neck.  When no one answered Gill looked behind them and spotted a poster for Cotillion, graffitied with the pirate motto 'we ride with the tide’, pinned to the wall. 

It suddenly clicked for Gil when he pointed at Ben, then to the poster and back at Ben.

His jaw dropped when he figured it out.

“Oh! You're King Ben!” The others rushed to get Ben out of there as quickly as possible but Hadley had trouble moving Ruby from her spot where she stood, still frozen and staring at Gil.  

“Evie, Jay carlos. Hey guys!” Gil said as they left.

He turned to the two that still stood in front of him and froze as well when her looked at Ruby. Hadley freaked out when she couldn't move her.

“ H-hi.” Gil stammered “I'm Gil”

“R- Ruby” Gil lifted his hand for her to shake and Hadley's breath hitched when they did.  She let out a small squeak and tried to push Ruby away again.

“ Hadley?” Gil questioned to the blue haired girl next to ruby

Hadley slowly looked towards Gil and grimaced.

“ Hi Gil.” She said quietly.

“Oh Harry is going to be so happy that you're here!” Gil shrieked jumping up and down.  Hadley went wide eyed and tried to  push Ruby away again, this time it working and Hadley drug Ruby from the alley.

When they caught up to the others, they were waiting around the bottom of the staircase that led up to their hideout, with Ben missing. 

Evie looked around when she heard Hadley and Ruby approach.

“Where were you two?” Evie whispered.

“Long story” Hadley glanced at Ruby who still has a far off look in her eyes.

Evie nodded.

“ Did Ben go up?”

“Yeah.”

Just as Evie responded, Ben can down the metal steps.  His expression screamed sadness and he hit the last step alone.

“ So? Where's Mal?” Hadley asked.

“ She's not coming back” he sighed.

“ What?” Evie gasped as Ben walked past her. 

“ Let me talk to her.” Evie said as she walked over to the large horn shaped phone strapped to a beam.  

“M? Mal it's Evie. Let me just talk to you for a second.”

It was a few moments before a shrieking voice belonging to Mal yelled at them to go away.

“ Let's give her a couple hours to cool off.” Jay suggested.

Evie nodded.

“Hey guys. Where's Ben and Ruby?” The others looked around frantically when Carlos said that calling for Ben in the process.

Their shoulders slumped when a figure walked towards them from the dark alley.

“ Ben don't scare us like that” Hadley breathed up with a hand over her heart.

“ Don't scare you? But that's my specialty.” A thick Scottish accent rang through the alleyway. 

Haldey gasped as she recognized the voice immediately, having thought about if for the last six months.

“Harry.” Evie sighed shaking her head.

“ What have you done with Ben and Ruby?” Jay stepped in front of Hadley.

“Oh, uh, we nicked them, mmm-hmm. Yeah and if you want to see them again have Mal and Hadley come to the chip shop tonight... alone.  Uma wants.. a little visit.  And I need to have a chat with the little goddess over there” Harry sneered pointing this hook in Hadley's direction. Jay stepped even colder to Hadley, who stared wide eyed at the silver hook that was nearly in her face, nearly blocking her from Harry's view.

“ Awww, jay,” Harry pouted “ it seems like you lost your touch” He laughed.

Jay lunged at him but Hadley grabbed his arm stopping him from getting any closer, which made Harry laugh.

Harry turned around, barked at Carlos, and walked back down the alley the way he came, whistling a tune as he went.

The others rushed up the stairs to get Mal as Hadley stood there, in the alleyway watching Harry disappear. 

“I'm sorry Harry.” Hadley whispered sadly as she went to climb the steps.

So much for their plan going smoothly.

Hey guys its Friday again and you know what that means!! Part 5 is up!!!  I hope you liked it, if you did please like and comment for part 6!! As always you can read the illustrated version over on my Wattpad (@phelpsphan)!if you would like to be added to the tag list please message me!!

Summary: You would think that six months in Auradon would do any villain kid good.  Well, not Hadley.  After the events of the Coronation, Hadley's mood took a downward spiral; and for one reason, guilt.  She'd broken a promise and left her best friend on the Isle of the Lost.  How will she handle seeing him again when certain circumstances bring her back to the Isle? Will she finally tell him what she really feels?  

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters in Descendants.  Hadley and the plot between her and Harry are mine. 

Tag list: @unded-bride

[jrueships]

What wips do you have rn 👀 elaborate pspspspsp

Too many wips.. thats what I have rn.. too many...

WJBFJEBF so the ones I'm most focusing on rn is the spiderman! Donovan/royce au!! So far I wrote the whole exposition and I'm working on the 'enticing incident' LMFAO it's upgraded from my last summary so I have more to write because I'm insane but yeah! It's the one I want done the most but I'm also gonna go on a trip with my buds to this place without wifi for like? Four days so 😭 I might have to finish it there and wait forever until I can post it! And I'm still unsure about the ending!!! THE STRUGGLE

a shorter fic I have in mind still is the russell waiting for kd at a table for two but he never shows up fic! I just really like writing russell widjsbf but not much action happens there! Many just dialogue and a lot of pg fashion/life roasting from Russell's inner dialogue. He's very judgemental of people who give off douchebag frat bro vibes but can't help but feel intrigued by them JABFJWB oh and he makes fun of pg simping for gold diggers

The fics I have written partly but put back in the burner are my donovan/jaylen fic, marcus/giannis, pg/kawhi jealousy fic, pg/kawhi sm*t fic, pg/kawhi space au, and john/trae patroclus and Achilles au! Mainly because they're super long and I get nervous about writing them too much and wasting all my muse on one thing, so I get scared and back off 😭 but I'll tell u the basic summary of them!!

💙 donovan/jaylen fic is based off the idea of donovan going grocery shopping and getting all mad at the thought of the clippers LMFAO. Basically he's at a grocery store getting flowers for his sports medicine doctor for always putting up with his bullshit (never wanting to sit down and relax so he can actually heal. Playing through the pain). But as he shops, he keeps finding the simplest shit that reminds him of the clippers. Like he sees a claw machine and thinks about Kawhi and how collected that guy is, just chillin in the upper stands, while his team is facing a possible defeat. Donny gets all frustrated because like?? He can't just do that? Just sit back and chill while his team is playing without him? Donny HAS to help, has to GET OUT THERE!! kawhi Doesn't... but kawhi is the one who won a championship. And donovan starts doubting his leadership skills and if he's really good for his team.. if he let them down by being Too pushy and Too in their faces.

+ and then when he's getting a cute card to go with the flowers, he spots one that says "you're the man!!" And he thinks about terance Mann and his great game against them, how proud pg, basically his mentor, was of him. And it makes donovan think about his loss and how he couldn't get that same pride out of Dwyane Wade.

Overall, everything makes him feel useless af and he almost kicks a shelf out of anger. But he calms himself down and goes back to the flowers because he actually only got this little dinky green plant still struggling to bloom? He got it for himself because he felt bad for it LMAO but he still needs to get flowers for his sports medicine doctor. He's goes back to the flower section and who does he see? JAYLEN BROWN all gussied up in his depression fit LMFAO.. but they both are. Jaylen and him try to joke but they're both tired and awkward so it sucks IABDKSBD they basically just ask what the other is doing there. Jaylen is just traveling rn because he got nothin else to do IWBDKS but he bought Deuce a souvenir gift! And he asks Donovan if he can help him put it in his trunk (but really he doesn't need donovan's help. He can pick the toy up himself. He just knows that Donovan is too stubborn to accept help when he needs it but he'll always try helping others out! So he wants donny to think he's helping jaylen but in reality jaylen is trying to help HIm because at the car he invites Donovan to go meet up at a hotel with him where they kiss and have sad *** to make themselves feel better WKBFKSBX) that's basically it!!!! I have literally everything written but the *** scene they're literally my weakness.. I love the emotions they make but I hate.. describing the actions it takes to make them?? Idk I just feel cheesy writing it? It's very tedious and boring to actually crank my brain for a synonym to 'moan' because I'm tired of using that word but it's the only word that really applies to that situation without sounding weird, yknow?? Just very tedious

💙💙💙 OK so marcus/giannis idk bro like... it's just taking so long IWBKENF idk what to say except giannis makes a ton of small jokes at marcus

💙💙 OK so pg/kawhi jealousy fic... BASICALLY the plot is LeBron hosts some big rich guy party for the NBA because I need a reason to write all these people that live far apart interacting together OKAY??? But anyways it takes place after 2020 lakers winning the championship! Pg convince the clippers to come or else they'll look bad for being the only team not coming and they media will have a field day with them, so the clippers join the party. Basically everyone who later team up in 2021 are talking to eachother LMFAO like James hardon+kyrie+kd are talking while russell westbrook and beal are bonding over dance moves with a jealous John wall pouting in the corner. Obligatory Marcus and giannis interactions because I can. Kyle and demar are laughing together. It's all goood until LeBron waltzes over with his weird ass feet and starts talking to kawhi. Hes being all Handsome and Strong and lowkey flexing his win. Its starting to make pg suspicious so he keeps intruding upon the conversation. His inner dialogue is basically a ton of lebron hate KABFKWB. LeBron sometimes comments back to pg but ends up kinda tuning him outta the conversation and sly dissing him to kawhi like "how does it feel talking to someone who doesn't hit the side of the backboard lol"

Pg is starting to get nervous because he's trying to compete against LEBRON over who's the better teammate for kawhi.. and with his current playoff history.. he's not gonna win. He keeps trying to get kawhi out of the conversation, but lebron keeps drawing him back in and pg ends up giving up or he risks looking like an overbearing girlfriend.. So he slinks off in hopes of distracting himself. Originally, pg thought KAWHI would be the one standing all alone awkwardly in the room with no one to talk to, but it's slowly becoming HIM who's the lonely one LMFAO. He tries joining in bradley and Russ's conversation because HEY!! Everybody leaves russ! Russ must be SUUUPER lonely and DESPERATE for someone to talk to him‼ especially when his old ex durant is out there plotting with his two hydra heads!! paul thought, anyways, but finds out russ is actually having the time of his life clowning around with beal !! That just makes pg even more envious and he walks away with zero satisfaction of feeling superior JABDJSB he tries talking to John wall like "this party fuckin sucks bro" but John kinda barks at him and pg gives up. He tries talking to marcus and giannis but that was a mistake because the two smartiest smartasses in the room start roasting him together so he's shunned back to pretending like he's getting 700 thirsty women in his dms, AKA pretending like he got a text on his phone while he leans alone on a wall LMFAO. After glancing up periodically (and casually) to see if kawhi is still talking to lebron, he later gives up on playing popular and goes to hide in the bathroom like a fucking loser WHDJBFJEBD in summary he kinda broods and steams about how much he hates lebron and how he's 'so much better than him' and he's just thinking of petty insults against him to try and convince the kawhi in his mind not to leave him for lebron. He gets really mad and punches a mirror, but thank God lebron is playing bass boosted music so no one at the party hears it.

But, demar ends up knocking on the door. He needs to shit. So pg is like.. what do I do with this broken mirror and my bleeding hand.. so he tries to keep demar out and they banter and eventually demar notices its kinda weird for pg to be huddled up in the bathroom instead of partying.. he must be getting high or smthin. So he's like "that's fucking stupid. He can go get high in one of lebrons 700 rooms. Why The bathroom." So he just opens the door LANKDN and sees The Scene.

At first he's like "are u paying for that.." to which pg responds with "uhhh. I tripped and hit my head on it" (while clutching a bleeding fist) but then he realizes OHHH pg must be ... OH is he.. no.. he can't be limp wristed... blah blah they end up bonding over their funny situations: demar being jealous of kawhi and feeling like kyle thinks he sucks because of him. Pg being jealous of lebron and feeling like kawhi thinks he sucks because of him. Blah blah it's a bittersweet ending pg becomes a little less of a jerk blah blah I haven't finished it because I'm stupid and WEAK

💙💙💙💙 pg/kawhi space au is just too long I have to be in the mood to write it or I end up dismissing good details I could have included if i wasn't in such a burnt out mind!

💙💙💙 pg/kawhi sm*t fic I gotta be in the mood to detail the h*rny right 😭😭

💙💙💙 john/trae patroclus and Achilles is mainly just an idea but with no plot!

But yeah!!! Those are SOME of my wips!! This post is really long tho so I'll just shout out those!!!@ thank u for the interest tho that's so cute 😭😭😭 it helps me write more when I have a plot lined up to look off of and remember ideas so this is really helpful to me too!!! I'll be shocked if u read this far tbh!! But anyways THANK U ALWAYS FOR THE ASKS, ANON!!!!!

[swifteforeverandalways]

Invisible String: These Things Will Change

Note: Here is chapter four! The story is nearly done with! Just as a note, everything Dylan does is based off, in part, my laboratory classes.

Tag Squad: @lilmissriottbliss

Chapter Four: These Things Will Change

Billy sighed to himself as he swiped his keycard, heading into the lab. Although he was a psychiatrist (and had the medical degree to prove it), Billy also had an associates degree for a medical lab technician. He didn’t work in the lab often, only when they absolutely needed him on his days off, he still liked to visit. With a nod to some of the other lab scientists, Billy headed to the Blood Bank area where he found Dylan looking at a tube under the agglutination reading lamp. 

Leaning against the lab counter, Billy couldn’t help but smile as he watched the blond do a type and cross for the patient's blood. Dylan was one of his closest friends, perhaps his best guy friend. When they had first met, Dylan had been a bit of a bully. The child of rape and heavily abused by his father, Dylan had so many walls up that slowly came down. He worked his ass off to get into his Medical Laboratory Science program, a rigorous and exclusive program that only took fifteen to twenty students a year. Billy remembered how many times both Dylan and Skarlet would come in from classes and merely lock themselves in their room to do nothing but study. 

“I know you’re there,” Dylan said, not looking up. 

“Caught me,” Billy chuckled as Dylan finished writing his note and typed it into the Laboratory Information System. 

“So what’s up?” Dylan asked as he picked up his next tube and set it in the centrifuge, balancing it before setting it to spin for three minutes. 

“Not much. How’s the lab been?” Billy asked. 

“Decent. Had a few nurses get pissed at me for sending them to redraw the blood, but the samples were hemolyzed and unable to be tested,” Dylan replied. 

“That sucks,” Billy said sympathetically. 

“You’re telling me. They act like they know better than us, at least the young ones do,” Dylan rolled his eyes as the centrifuge beeped, the top popping open. Dylan spun in his seat, pulling the tube of blood out. There was a moment of quiet before Dylan swore loudly. 

“Mother fucker I swear those fucking idiots don’t know how to do their damn job and draw samples that aren’t fucking hemolyzed,” Dylan grumbled, pushing away from the bench and striding over to the phone on the wall. Billy followed, watching as Dylan nearly ripped the phone off the base and punched in the number for the nurse’s station. 

“I need a redraw for patient Zathen, Rodeo. Patient MRN is 104621…..because the sample drawn was hemolyzed, again…..no I can’t test hemolyzed samples…..no…..well I need this redraw…..know what, get Skarlet Johnson on the phone,” Dylan seemed pissed. Billy stepped up next to him, setting a hand on his shoulder. Dylan looked at Billy, sighing heavily before turning back to the phone. 

“Hey Skar, it’s me. Can you do a redraw for Zanthen, Rodeo. His MRN is 104621, I need to do an antibody screen but I can’t without a non-hemolyzed sample…..you will? Great! Thanks!” Dylan said before hanging up. 

“Skar gonna get the sample for you?” Billy asked sympathetically. 

“Yeah, dumbass new nurses don’t know how to draw the blood correctly. I learned it, and I just stay here in the lab,” Dylan sighed before going back to his bench, preparing the next patient’s specimen by doing a 3% red cell suspension. Billy watched as Dylan placed three drops of patient red cell sample into a test tube before adding saline halfway and setting it into the centrifuge. Billy knew what came after the centrifugation was done, the saline would be decanted into the sink before more saline was added. 

“I guess I’ll leave it to you,” he said. Dylan gave him a small smile, “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

“Nah, it’s okay. Blood bank was never my favorite,” Billy said. 

“It was mine…..but I did have a small crush on the lab assistant.”

“I know you did,” Billy laughed before heading out. 

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Teddy walked into Outworld Fitness gym and headed to the time clock and clocked in. After dropping his stuff in the locker room, Teddy headed back out into the main area of the gym. Kitana was already there, working on a punching bag. 

“Hey ‘Tana,” Teddy greeted, the nickname coming easily off his lips.

“Sup Teddy,” Kitana replied, grabbing the bag to stop it from swinging. Teddy shook his head, “Not much. You?”

“Just chillin’ here. Nothing much to do anyways,” Kitana replied. Teddy nodded and sat down on a bench.

“Any idea when your grandpa will be back?” he asked. Kitana shook her head, though chewing on her lip. Her grandpa had a business meeting to attend, so it was up to Kitana to hold down the fort at the gym. She wasn’t too fond of being in charge, though, and wished he would come back. The Okaia family were all rather close, and Kitana really missed her grandpa. The silence between the two was broken by the phone ringing, and Kitana went to the landline on the wall and picked it up. 

“Outworld Fitness Gym, Kitana speaking,” she said. 

“Kitana? Kitana, I need you to wake up. Wake up, please Kitana,” the voice of Kenshi rang over the phone.

“What? What do you mean? I am up,” Kitana said, confusion clear on her face. 

“Kitana please! Wake up! Wake up,” Kenshi repeated. Kitana shook her head, confused.

“Grandpa, what are you talking about?” Kitana said. Instead of an answer, Kenshi just kept repeating the ‘wake up’ before the line went dead. Frowning, Kitana hung the phone up and looked over at Teddy.

“What is it? What did your grandpa want?” Teddy asked. Kitana shook her head, a sharp pain radiating through her skull and she winced slightly at it. 

“I don’t know. He sounded confused, told me to wake up. But it’s impossible for me to wake up since I am already awake,” she replied. Teddy also frowned as an explosion outside of the gym rocked the two and sent them to the floor.