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Seven Sentence Sunday

Tagged by the ever-early @elodiah.

I'm still fiddling with a few WIPs right now and won't be online a lot of the week, so instead have the scene I cut from a recent chapter. I posted bits of it here before and eventually decided to cut it completely. Hope that's okay. 😅

--SOME HOURS LATER--

A warm hand on his brow is what wakes him however long it is later, startling him out of what feels like a remarkably painless sleep, all things considered.

He is not destined for godly or mortal paradise, and this surely cannot be Hel?

Mobius makes a vaguely surprised noise when he realizes Loki’s eyes are open. “Hey, there you are.”

His own eyes are dark-shadowed, pinched at the corners as they always are when he has a headache, but he seems much calmer than Loki remembers last seeing him. And looks utterly exhausted. His hair is sticking up everywhere, as if he’s been dragging his hands through it repeatedly.

“Are you really awake this time?”

Loki blinks for a few seconds, trying to sort through the confused muddle of his last recollection, before nodding somewhat uncertainly.

Mobius chuckles, and reaches somewhere beyond Loki’s vision, bringing back a plastic bottle of water and uncapping it. “Go slow,” he warns, slipping a hand behind Loki’s neck to assist with a better angle.

Cool and refreshing, the water is most welcome. It serves to slowly wash back what Loki now realizes must have been a very near-death experience, if his memories are accurate. The acrid bite of the cursed dagger seems to have vanished, as it should have within these walls and the cast Runes they hold; and while the wound is no longer radiating such agony as he last remembers, it is very much still in existence, that much is clear.

Even the small effort of drinking seems to sap the rest of his energy, however, and it is with great struggle that he forces his eyes open again, not willing to fall back into that darkness without first ascertaining their safety. He appears to be lying semi-sprawled on the ground, like a marionette with its strings cut. A downy pillow rests under his head, and he is covered with what feels like half a dozen coverings – but that is definitely the hard, chilled stone floor under him.

Oh. Yes, good. Mobius had understood Loki’s basically non-existent directions, and had opened a Door directly beneath them to drop them into relative safety in the Citadel. It would have been a bit of a tumble, but certainly better than remaining where they were. Loki spares a brief moment to be impressed that Mobius had figured it out quickly enough to keep him from exsanguination, but that full story will likely need to wait.

Mobius puts a hand on his shoulder, as if reading his confusion on his face. “I assume we’re safe, for now,” he reassures, calm and soothing. “And do I have a load of questions for you about this place! When you’re feeling better, anyway.”

“…Questions?”

“They can wait. You need rest.”

Loki shifts a bit against the cold floor, and immediately is informed by his own physiology of just how not healed he is. Mobius’ face twists in sympathy. “You’re doing a lot better than you were yesterday, but it’s not gonna be a fun recovery, I'm guessing. ‘Specially without magic."

“If this is a lot better,” Loki rasps, breathing heavily, “then I shudder to think of the previous state.”

Mobius worries at a little string fraying on one of the blankets. “You’re not the only one,” he finally says. “I was sure Valhalla was putting another place setting on that long table.”

Loki reaches up to place an unsteady hand on his, noting the absence of the ring which had done its job perhaps a little too well. “I’m sorry,” he whispers.

“You should be,” Mobius retorts, but he turns his hand to lace their fingers tightly. “Oldest trick in the book, and you fell right for it. Damn it, Loki.”

“Forgive me if I find it rather difficult to focus on myself when there is a lesser variant of me with a blade at your throat.” Mobius snorts, amused despite himself at the designation. Loki exhales in a pained grunt. “Might we adjourn to something softer than the floor?”

“I think so, yeah. If you can make it upright for a few seconds, I can use the momentum to get you settled. I’ll get you something to drink with sugar in it, too. Even if your magic kicks back in, it isn’t gonna fix blood loss. You really need a doctor.”

“I would like to try to heal myself first, if you’d be so kind as to assist.”

Mobius nods and gets to one knee beside what Loki now realizes is a makeshift pallet on the floor; and no wonder, since Mobius could never have gotten him up alone. The runes hidden in the walls were just enough to cancel out the curse from the blade, though it does not feel as if his magic is even close to returning. Perhaps assisting a bit with healing, but nothing more.

Brows drawn with worry, Mobius locks one hand around Loki’s and firmly grasps a bony elbow with the other hand. “Ready?” he asks.

Loki nods, braces himself with opposite hand against the floor, and clenches his jaw to prevent a shout of pain when he pushes off, hauled to his feet and kept there with remarkable strength given that it takes a moment for him to find his footing. It is only a few meters to the bed, but it might well have been light-years, for as much as he is exhausted again, limp and breathing heavily, when they finally reach it.

Mobius fusses for a few minutes with the pillows, carefully arranging them so Loki can sleep on his uninjured side instead of his back, facing the middle of the bed. A glass of some sweet-smelling fruit juice is held to Loki’s lips, and then set on the table after he drinks from it. Mobius then retrieves the blankets from the floor, arranging and rearranging them until Loki, already half-asleep again, finally drags his eyes open and catches his wrist mid-action.

“What is it? What do you need?”

“You,” Loki whispers. “I need you safe, and I need you to rest. Please.”

It is telling that he gets no argument against the latter. Mobius just nods, and then after a moment of hesitation slips off his shoes and settles somewhat awkwardly on the other half of the not-exactly-oversized bed. Loki watches through half-closed lids as he fidgets with the unfamiliar sleeves of the pajamas. Discovered prowling around, no doubt, while Loki slept. He turns up the cuffs of the simple brown top, and then unrolls them again. And again. And again.

His hands are shaking.

“Are you all right?” Loki asks.

Mobius immediately stops and then squirrels under the sheet and quilt, offering what Loki can immediately tell is a forced smile as he settles in, hands folded neatly over his chest. “Don’t you worry about me,” he says quietly.

Loki’s lips curve in a faint smile. “I have done nothing but that, these last months,” he admits. It is, perhaps, a little too honest, a little too fraught with pain, for right now. “With good reason, it would seem. I told you that you were too trusting.”

A faint snort, but Mobius seems to then relax and fall back into old bantering habits, exhaling in a gusty sigh. “Yeah, yeah. Rub it in.” He side-eyes Loki briefly, and despite the weight of these last months seems to silently agree that, and all its unspoken consequences, is a discussion for the morrow. Instead, he simply turns on his side to face Loki, watchful and silent.

Loki manages a shallow, measured exhale and inhale. Another, and then another, until the pain is bearable.

“Please tell me we’re not going to talk about things right now,” he then rasps.

A brief chuckle, even if it’s tinged with sadness. “Not unless you want to.”

“Actually, I do. But not – not until I can think clearly,” he says, a little more candid than he meant. He blinks a few times and allows the pain to settle, to become a Thing of the body, not the mind. He has had far worse, after all.

Mobius huffs what seems to be a sigh of relief. “Sounds like a plan.” He pats Loki’s shoulder and then turns to shut off the light.

Loki’s eyelids droop against his will, but he reaches out across the space, careful not to stretch too far, and settles for leaving his hand there as he loses the fight against sleep.

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🎄 Tales from Camp Holiday Special 07 🎄

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➮ Joshua × fem!Reader wc: 9k summary: While helping set up for a Christmas special at his church, Joshua is reintroduced to Y/N who is offered to help him set up. While working, they reminisce and Joshua apologizes about everything that summer. genres/themes/au: angst, fluff, smut; holiday themes, religious undertones; non idol au warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, mentions of pregnancy, religious themes, sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut! taglist: @yoonguurt @wonw00t @aikisbbq @enhacolor @duchesskaren @sherituhhh @wonderfulshinee @gaebestie @drunk-on-dk @seokgyuu @salty-for-suga @aaniag @dnylwoo @1004luvangel join my taglists: main | TFC: Holiday Special closed! Strikethrough means I cannot tag you. MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. AGELESS BLOGS WILL ALSO BE BLOCKED.

a/n: sorry this took so long lol i was stumped at where to take it, but managed to figure it out by moving a scene around. Joshua is always a subject that is fun to explore as every seems to see him pretty different. I love seeing what everyone comes up with for him. A reminder that the taglist for this series is now closed! Thank you so much for reading! If you liked this, please consider reblogging as it really helps out and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.

smut warnings: protected sex (finally lmao. He has learned from his past), a lot of heavy petting & making out in a church backroom lmao, car sex, oral (m receiving), fingering (f receiving), dirty talk, choking kink, finger sucking, degradation, impact play (light slapping), slight exhibitionism, and I think that’s all of them! If I missed any, let me know!

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Joshua wouldn’t say he was as deep in his faith as he used to be but he still attended church regularly. Less out of faith and more out of routine and a sense of community. So when the holidays rolls around, he inevitably ends up volunteering to help with the extra activities like the nativity play as well as teaching Sunday school. This year was no different.

Except that it was completely different.

“Can you hand me that hammer?” Joshua asked, pointing at the claw hammer sticking out of the tool box. Jeonghan huffed, bending down to pick it up and handing it over. “I can’t believe I let you talk me into helping you with this,” he grumbled, checking his watch.

Joshua looked up at his friend. “Impatient?” he asked with a smirk. Jeonghan narrowed his eyes. “I have work in an hour,” Jeonghan said, glancing around quickly before adding in an “asshole” under his breath, making Joshua laugh as he lined up the nail and started hammering it.

“This won’t take long,” he promised as he started hammering a second nail into the wood. “Besides, isn’t this fun?” Jeonghan eyed him suspiciously. “Not particularly, no,” Jeonghan answered before glancing around. “I feel… weird.” He looked up at the cross on the wall behind the stage they currently stood on. “Oh it’s not that bad,” Joshua snorted as he finished hammering the nails in.

He handed Jeonghan the hammer before starting to push the frame of the tiny stable over until it stood upright. “Hmm, not bad,” Jeonghan said, tilting his head to admire Joshua’s handiwork. “You’re like Jesus’ dad. A carpenter.” Joshua rolled his eyes, lightly smacking Jeonghan’s arm.

“You’re an idiot.”

“What?” Jeonghan hissed, holding his arm and looking more offended by the slap than the insult. “You even have the same name!” Joshua turned to give Jeonghan a bewildered stare. “You’re thinking of Joseph,” he said as he started to grab the brown cloth fabric and the upholstery staple gun. 

“Mary’s husband was Joseph. Joshua was a warrior who led Israel in the conquest of Canaan after the Exodus from Egypt.”

Jeonghan stared blankly at his friend. “I have no idea what any of those words mean.”

Joshua rolled his eyes, gesturing for Jeonghan to help him hold up the fabric backing of the stable. He started to staple it into place, making sure it was pulled taut over the frame. “He was essentially a military leader,” he explained further. Jeonghan’s lips parted in an O as he listened. 

“Good for him,” Jeonghan said as Joshua continued to staple the backing on. “Power to the people or whatever.” Joshua snorted again as he finished stapling. Jeonghan checked his watch again. “Look, I’d love to stay and talk to you about EXO but I have to leave now if I want to make it to work on time,” he said, starting to head for the steps. Joshua nodded.

“Of course. And thanks for your help,” he said as Jeonghan descended the steps. “Drive safe!” Jeonghan waved as he headed down the aisle and out the door into the lobby of the church.

Back on his own, Joshua was able to focus on the less taxing job of painting the stable. It wasn’t much, just some brown paint here and there but Joshua always went above and beyond.

“Looking good, Joshua!” a voice said, drawing his attention. Joshua looked up to find Father Y/L/N walking towards him, his wife in tow and one more familiar face. Yours.

Joshua felt a rush of blood to his head as he stood up straight, making him feel lightheaded. He hadn’t seen you since summer camp all those years ago. He’d tried, keep an eye out for you every year until he finally quit working there once he got his full time job.

Not one sign of you at the camp. He feared the worst when he didn’t see you again the next summer after your last… meeting. Upon returning to his cabin, Joshua remembered that the two of you hadn’t used a condom and knowing your father was a pastor, he probably didn’t allow you to take birth control.

It had really eaten away at Joshua.

Especially when he learned that you’d left the next morning citing a family emergency. And thus began Joshua’s months-long panic-stricken search but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t seem to dig up any social media accounts under your name.

Not a single trace of you had been left behind for him to follow but here you were, years later and looking even more amazing and beautiful than the last day he’d seen you.

“Joshua, you remember my daughter, Y/N?” your father asked, placing a light hand on your back and gently pulling you forward. Joshua was rendered speechless. He’d never been speechless.

If Jeonghan was still here, he was certain he’d never hear the end of it. Joshua stared at you, stunned and silent longer than he should have because the next thing your father did was ask if he was okay.

Joshua shook himself mentally. ‘Get it together, you idiot!’

“Uh, yeah,” he finally stammered out, turning to look at you, meeting your gaze. “Hey, Y/N, how have you been?” He hesitated briefly, uncertain of how much physical contact was appropriate.

Should he shake your hand? Go in for a hug? What was allowed? Especially in front of your parents. Joshua had literally been inside you before but that was years ago. He settled for neither and instead gave you probably the most awkward wave he'd ever given in his life.

If your dad didn't think something was up before, he’d certainly be suspicious now. Whether or not he was, Joshua wouldn’t know as your father simply smiled, looking from you to Joshua and back.

“It’s been a while, Joshua,” you noted, not looking away from his face. Joshua swallowed nervously, hoping neither of your parents caught onto his increasingly bizarre behavior.

Either they were oblivious or just didn’t care as to why the usually calm.and collected Sunday school teacher was suddenly losing his cool and metaphorically shitting bricks.

“Yeah,” Joshua replied lamely. “Y/N’s been out of the country for work,” your mother suddenly piped up, sounding exceedingly proud of you. A shy smile graced your lips, reminding Joshua of the quiet demure young woman he’d met all those years ago.

Despite the smile, you certainly did not carry yourself the same way.

“Wow, that’s incredible,” Joshua said, looking away from your mother to meet your gaze. “She’s back in town, looking at apartments. Isn’t that right, dear?” Joshua could see a hint of amusement in your eyes.

“Something like that, mother,” you replied dryly. Before either of your parents could say anything more, you spoke again.

“I think I’d like to stay here and help set up,” you offered quickly. “You two go on ahead without me.” Your mother and father exchanged quick glances of surprise before your mother spoke.

“Are you sure, dear?” she asked. You nodded quickly, moving to stand beside Joshua. “It’ll give Joshua and I a chance to catch up.”

Your mother and father looked at one another one last time, Joshua holding his breath that they would just give in and say yes without trying to pry. He wasn’t ready for that conversation yet and he was certain he never would be.

Seemingly moved by your willingness to volunteer, your parents gave in without much resistance, cooing over how sweet you were to volunteer your own time to help out.

They told you they would be back later to pick you up and where to meet them before they both bid you and Joshua farewell.

Once left alone in your presence, Joshua suddenly had no idea what to do, how to act, or what to say so you took the lead, turning to face him. “So,” you started. “What’re you working on?”

Joshua employed your help in painting the stable. It wasn’t exactly riveting work and it left his mind free to wander. Neither of you made any attempt to fill the silence or bridge the glaringly obvious gap between you.

Time seemed to whizz by and yet it also appeared to stand still.

On top of that, he managed to knock over the can of paint.

It would seem he just couldn’t win today.

“Shiii-oot,” Joshua started to curse but caught himself, glancing at you. Upon hearing his half curse, you looked up at him with a bewildered look. “Shi-oot?” you asked, a note of amusement to your voice. Joshua stared at you blankly until you burst into laughter.

And what a sweet laugh it was. He didn’t realize how much he’d missed it until he heard it again.

“What the fuck is ‘shi-oot,’ Joshua?” you managed to wheeze.

A smile spread over Joshua’s face as he realized he’d been holding back and being so uptight for no reason.

Despite all that had changed, it was nice to see some things hadn’t changed at all. You shook your head, still chuckling as you grabbed a nearby rag and started to clean up the spilled paint.

“I’ll go grab a mop from the cleaning supply closet,” Joshua said, setting his brush down carefully and stepping over the spilled paint as you set the can upright.

The cleaning closet wasn’t far, just in the hall outside the nave. He grabbed the mop and a spray bottle of cleaning solution. Upon returning, he was surprised that you managed to get a bulk of the paint off the floor.

He walked over, spraying the spot generously. You got to your feet as Joshua waited for the chemicals in the solution to work. “I’m gonna go grab another can of paint,” you announced. Joshua leaned the mop against one of the benches. 

“I’ll come with you,” he replied, following your steps. “I have to let this stuff sit for a few minutes anyway.” While it was true the solution needed a few minutes for the chemicals to break down the materials in the paint, Joshua really wanted an excuse to spend more time with you. 

He should have known it was a bad idea. He should have foreseen what was going to happen considering your history the last time the two of you were alone together in a store room.

You weren’t sure who made the first move, but one minute you were trying to match paint, the next Joshua had you pinned against the wall, his thigh wedged between yours as his tongue explored your mouth, hands skimming over your body with practiced ease. 

“Fuck,” Joshua grunted as your hands tugged through his hair, pulling his head back slightly. “You still sound just as pretty as before,” he heard you murmur, your lips ghosting over the skin of his neck. “And you’re much more confident than before,” Joshua mused as you pulled back to look at him.

He pulled you in for another kiss, muffling your moans as you rolled your hips, grinding against his thigh.

‘What are you doing? You need to stop this! Remember last time?’

“Wait, wait,” Joshua said softly, pulling back to look at you. “Stop.” You looked up at him, confused as he held you still. “We can’t do this,” he stated, his voice slightly breathless. You felt a small tug at your heart. “Oh.” Your stomach started to sink as the gravity of his words settled. “I see.”

Sensing the shift in your demeanor, Joshua held you firm as you tried to turn and pull away from him. “That came out wrong,” he started quickly. “I meant, we can’t do this here,” he clarified. You looked back up to meet his gaze. “What?” you whispered.

Joshua’s hands moved up to cup your face. “Let me be perfectly clear,” he explained. “I want this. I want you,” he continued. “But not here.” Joshua looked around the backroom. “We’ve done this before,” he added. “I don’t want to do this again. I want to do things right with you.”

You stared back at him, searching and studying his face. When you came back here, following him, you had expected the same thing as before. The sexual tension had been high since being reintroduced.

As you stared back at Joshua, several questions ran through your head. ‘Has he felt this way since the last time? Has he been thinking about this since then? Did he want to pursue something more involved, possibly romantic with you? What was his end goal?’

“What are you saying?” you asked softly, resting your hands against his chest. You felt his thumb stroke your cheek tenderly, making you resist the urge to lean into his touch. “It means,” he started softly, looking into your eyes. “That I want more from this.”

Your heart skipped a beat, breath catching in your throat.

“I’ve had a lot of time to think about that day,” Joshua continued. “To think about what we did, how it affected me, and even moreso, what happened after. I was sure that you had gotten pregnant,” he paused, gauging your reaction.

You said nothing, wanting him to finish his thoughts in their entirety before you spoke. Sensing this, Joshua continued his narrative.

“And that got me thinking. Had me thinking about the future, about what I want in life, and about you. I wondered where you ended up. Wondered what you were doing in your life. And the more I thought about the possibility that I had a kid out there, the more I started to accept it as reality.”

You shook your head quickly. “I’ve been on birth control since I was 16,” you explained. Joshua’s eyes widened in surprise. “You have?” he asked quickly to which you nodded. “Mainly for my endometriosis,” you added. “But the added not getting pregnant aspect has been nice, too.”

Joshua let out a soft laugh, shaking his head before he looked back up at you, hesitating before taking a deep breath. “Anyway, as fate would have it, you didn’t get pregnant. I don’t have a kid out in the world. And for some reason, that doesn’t bring me any relief. It almost makes me feel… sad.”

Your brows knitted together as he finished his sentence. ‘Sad?’ you wondered. ‘He wanted me to have his child?’

“Don’t get me wrong,” Joshua said suddenly. “I’m glad you didn’t have to put your life on hold to raise a child alone. I’m glad your life went on and you were able to do the things you always talked about,” he added with a smile. It wasn’t the usual smirk you’d always gotten from him. It was a kind and genuine smile.

A very rare one.

“It also means, if you wanted, we could start over.”

Your eyes widened. ‘Start Over?’

“I realize that things have definitely changed but if you’ll let me,” he continued. “I’d like to do things properly this time. Take you on a real date. Court you properly in a way that won’t make your dad hate me,” he added. You let out an unexpected chuckle.

“He doesn’t hate you,” you replied. “He has no idea what we got up to all those years ago.” Joshua felt relieved, feeling his body relax just a little more. “As for starting over,” you continued and Joshua tensed up again. ‘Here it goes,’ he told himself.

“I’d love to, actually.”

Joshua froze, staring at you unblinking for a few moments.

“Wait,” he said softly. “Really?” he asked. You nodded, letting out a giggle as the realization of your words dawned on him. “Oh, shit. Sorry,” he apologized quickly. “I'm just… honestly, I'm shocked. I thought for sure you'd turn me down!” You let out another giggle, watching his excitement rise.

“How does Saturday sound? We can go get coffee. Or go to a museum. Or a movie if you’d prefer that? Whatever you want to do!” You smiled as he rambled on, listing off idea after idea for a first date. You reached up, covering his mouth to cut his rambling off.

“Coffee and a museum sounds great.”

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You were able to help Joshua finish his projects and set them aside to dry for the rest of the day before the show the following day. Joshua got ready the next morning, a mix of nerves and tension. Not because of the show but because of seeing you again.

When you agreed to start over and go on a date with him, he’d been over the moon and riding that high the whole way home but upon waking the next morning, he was a ball of nerves.

He arrived early at the church, dressed in a nice pair of khakis and a navy blue suit jacket. He’d packed a pair of jeans to change into after the show to help take things down and keep his clothes nice and clean. Setting up was simply putting sets in place and making sure all the costumes and props were ready to go.

Joshua was mainly in charge of handing out programs, and making sure the ushers did their jobs escorting people to their seats. It wasn’t a hard job particularly, but most of the ushers were young teenage boys who liked to mess around. Not that Joshua blamed them. He was a teenage boy once. He understood.

The doors to the church opened at six pm, allowing for an hour for the guests and congregation to find their seats. It was an hour full of ‘welcome’ and ‘would you like a program?’ By the time the show was about to start, Joshua was internally cringing for sounding like a parrot the whole time.

As the last few of the guests trickled in, Joshua’s heart skipped a beat. You’d arrived with your parents and it was all he could do to not stare at you as you walked closer, chatting with your mother. Instead, he allowed himself to look quickly over your body, taking in the ensemble you’d chosen.

As you and your parents drew nearer, a genuine smile spread across his face unlike the one he’d been forcing earlier. “Ah, Joshua,” your father said upon noticing him. “How good to see you again.” You turned your head, gaze falling on Joshua and he could have sworn, he’d seen your eyes sweep over him quickly as well as the look you gave him. 

It made blood rush to his head and not the one with the smile on it.

“Good evening, Father Y/L/N. Mrs. Y/L/N,” Joshua said with a nod before his eyes fell on you. “Y/N,” he added with a smile. “Would you like a program?” one of the teenage boys to Joshua’s left asked, interrupting the moment as yours and Joshua’s eyes had been locked on one another.

“Yes, thank you,” your father answered, taking two from the boy and handing one to his wife. You looked back at Joshua, glancing at the programs in his hands. “Could I have one of those?” you asked softly. There was a tone to your voice. Almost like you were asking for something more than the program but all the same, Joshua nodded, handing one over to you.

“Enjoy the show,” he said as your parents started to head into the nave. “Thanks,” you replied, opening the program and glancing over it quickly before looking up at him. “See you after the show?” you asked, a hint of hope to your voice. Joshua nodded, heart skipping as a smile spread over your face.

“See you after the show, then,” you said softly before following your parents inside.

Joshua stood at the back of the nave, against the wall as the show started but he couldn’t focus on his students standing on stage and acting out the birth of Jesus. All he could focus on was you sitting three rows from the back, eyes forward as you watched with what anyone else would assume was rapt attention.

Joshua might have as well if he hadn’t caught you turning to gaze back at him before the lights dimmed.

The whole show, Joshua kept his eyes on you, watching every shift, every light chuckle, and the way you leaned over to whisper something to your mother. In the low lighting he could still see the way your lips pulled into a smile as you let out a soft laugh, covering your mouth with your hand.

He felt like he could look at you for hours but he’d never admit it for fear of sounding like a creep.

So he’d keep that to himself.

When the show finally ended, the lights came back on and the guests started to trickle out while the staff started to slowly clean up the stage. Joshua made a point of making sure to wish everyone a goodnight and a Merry Christmas.

Thankfully, you and your parents were among the few to remain behind, your father speaking to the other pastor. Joshua saw your head turn in his direction, watching you speak a few words to your mother before following the crowd in his direction.

He looked away quickly, continuing to say goodbye to the guests as they passed him. Moments later, you joined him. “Found you,” you said softly, making him chuckle. “Now what?” you asked. Joshua smiled, after turning from a guest.

“Now I have to help clean up,” Joshua answered. “Could I stay and help?” you asked suddenly.

Joshua’s eyes widened but before he could answer, another voice spoke up.

“You ready to head home, dear?” your mother asked, drawing your attention. You glanced over at Joshua quickly before speaking. “Actually, I think I'm going to stay behind and help clean up,” you replied, smiling at your parents. You noticed the way your father glanced at Joshua and back. 

“How will you get home?” he asked. Joshua looked at your parents.

“I can drop her off, if you’d like,” he offered. 

Your mother cooed at the kind gesture. “Oh, you don’t have to go out of your way to do that,” she started but Joshua shook his head. “I don’t mind at all,” he explained. “It’s not out of the way and it’s been a while since Y/N and I have seen one another. Could give us some more time to catch up while I drive her.”

Your mother smiled at him, throwing an unreadable glance your way before she turned to your father. “Y/N will be fine,” she started. “Let’s get home before the snow starts, dear.” Your father nodded and looked at you. “Don’t be too late,” he said softly. “We have plans in the morning.”

You nodded and waved them off as they exited the room before turning to Joshua. “You didn’t have to offer to drive me,” you said softly as you moved to stand beside him and help taking down the set. “It’s nothing,” Joshua replied. “Like I said, it gives us a chance to properly talk.”

The task of taking down the set wasn’t nearly as complex as putting it up and soon you were walking out of the church with Joshua, heading to his black sedan. He unlocked the door and opened it for you, only shutting it once you were safely inside before heading around to the driver’s side and getting in.

Joshua started the car, pulling out of his parking space and following the line of cars heading out of the parking lot, turning onto the road and following your directions towards your parents house. Small flurries had started to fall, collecting on the grass and starting to pile.

You chatted animatedly while Joshua drove, following your directions that led out of town to your parent’s farm. It wasn’t far out of the city but it was still a considerable distance from the town.

You glanced over to find Joshua looking at you before he looked back at the road, a slight smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “What?” you asked softly. He shook his head. “Nothing,” he replied. “I just like listening to you.” Your cheeks and the tips of your ears burned as you looked away.

Your heart was thudding in your chest, the tension from earlier in the supply room returning as you had both essentially cucked yourselves. You were still needy but you couldn’t tell if it was just your or if Joshua felt it too.

“Why do you keep staring at me like that?” Joshua asked softly, glancing at you and you shrugged. “I just like looking at you,” you replied. Joshua let out a chuckle, checking his rearview mirror and his smile fell instantly. “What the-?” he cut himself off. You noticed the flashing of red and blue lights from behind and your heart sank. ‘Are you serious?’ you wondered, turning in your seat to look out the back window.

Joshua slowed the car, pulling onto the shoulder before putting the car in park. He waited patiently as the cop car stopped behind him, lights still flashing as the officer got out of the vehicle and started heading towards the driver’s side window. Joshua rolled it down as the officer drew level.

“Evening, officer,” he said pleasantly. “What seems to be the problem?” The officer leaned down to look into the car and noticed you. “Where are you two headed?” he asked, directing his attention at you. “My parents’,” you answered. “They live outside the city on their farm.”

The officer turned his attention to Joshua. “The roads are starting to ice in places,” he explained. “Just warning everyone before something awful happens. You make sure to get where you’re going and soon,” he continued. Joshua nodded. “Are we free to go?” he asked to which the officer nodded.

“Just make sure to be careful.”

Joshua thanked the officer and waited for him to return to his vehicle before putting the car in drive and pulling off the shoulder as he sped back up to the normal speed for the highway. “Am I the only one that was shitting bricks back there?” he asked, a shocked laugh escaping him.

You shook your head. “No, I was kinda freaking out a little, too. I was wondering what we could have possibly done to warrant being pulled over.” Joshua nodded as he checked his rearview but the cop car was no longer in sight, nor were the flashing lights.

“I wasn’t speeding and I know for a fact that my tail lights work just fine,” he explained. “I almost thought it was going to be a sobriety check,” he continued. You nodded as he continued to drive, adrenaline coursing through your body. “Turn up here,” you voiced, pointing at the country road.

Joshua slowed, turning his blinker on and made the right turn onto the first of many country roads to get to your parents’ farm. He turned on his brights, illuminating the edges of the roads. The snow was coming down even heavier, blanketing the grass and starting to gather on the road.

“I’m going to have a time trying to get back home through this,” he whispered more to himself but you still heard him clearly. “Maybe my parents won’t mind if you stay the night in the guest room,” you replied. “I’m sure my mother would feel better if you stayed rather than go back into all of this.”

Joshua felt a stirring in his chest and stomach at the thought of spending the night at your parents’ house, so close to you and yet unable to have you. He had half a mind to turn back and head to his place instead but reminded himself he’d already told your parents he’d bring you home.

“I’m sure I’ll be okay,” he replied. You shook your head. “Just watch,” you said softly as you looked out the window. “She won’t let you leave and she’ll insist you stay in the guest room.”

“Wanna bet?” Joshua asked, looking at you and back at the road. “Okay,” you said quickly. “If I win, I get to pick where we go on our date,” you said, making him laugh. “And if I win?” he asked, glancing at you. “You can pick a time and place and do whatever you want to me.”

Joshua’s face burned and he hid his shock with a cough and clearing of his throat. “Alright,” he replied.

“You’re on.”

Suffice it to say, Joshua lost the bet instantly. As soon as he pulled up, Joshua insisted on walking you to the door to make sure you got up the steps safely. The door opened almost instantly and he was very quickly ushered inside by your father. Not long after, your mother appeared and began fussing.

Joshua tried to refuse but you had been right and your mother insisted he stay until morning. Joshua caught your eye and smiled, returning the same smile you were currently giving him.

“Show our guest to the guest bedroom, Y/N,” your mother said, drawing your attention. “Make sure he knows where the towels and extra linens are. And where the flashlight is just in case we lose power.”

You nodded to your mother to show you heard her instructed and beckoned Joshua to follow you through the hallway to the right. “The house is a true ranch style,” you explained as you passed a half bathroom. “Three bedrooms and two baths on this side,” you continued.

“This is the guest bedroom,” you said, stopping at a door and opening it, flipping the light on.

It wasn’t anything grand or spectacular. There was a queen size bed with light natural toned linens. The bedframe, dresser, two nightstands and bench at the end of the bed were part of the same set. Against the back wall at the head of the bed was a large picture window with curtains drawn mostly shut. To the right was a doorway into a dark room.

“Guest bathroom,” you explained, leading him over to it and turning on the light. It was a standard bathroom with a vanity and double sink, a separate room for the toilet and a shower tub combo with a glass rolling door.

“The towels are in here,” you explained, walking over to the sink and opening a lower cabinet door to reveal shelves stocked with towels. “There’s some generic shampoo, conditioner, and body wash in here,” you added, pointing to another cabinet door.

You turned off the light and ushered him back into the bedroom before leading him over to a door in the wall opposite the bathroom and slid it open to reveal a closet with built-in-shelves. “We keep the extra linens in here. Pillows, blankets, sheets, etcetera,” you said, showing him inside the closet.

You shut the door and walked back over to the door to the hallway.

Joshua walked over and peered into the hall for any sign of your parents. “And where’s your room?” he asked softly, grabbing you by the hips and pulling you closer. You jerked your head gesturing down the hall. “Last door,” you replied. Joshua glanced at the door and then back at you.

“And your parents?” he asked nervously. “Other side of the house is where the master suite is,” you answered. “So opposite sides.” Joshua’s brow raised and he offered a cheeky smile before letting go of you. “She get you all squared away?” your father asked with a smile. Joshua nodded.

“Yep, all set,” he answered. “Alright, we’ll we’re heading to bed,” he announced, leaning in to kiss the side of your head. “Don’t stay up too late,” he said, shooting the both of you a smile before he headed down the hall towards the living room.

“We should probably turn in as well,” you said softly. Joshua nodded, although he really didn’t want you to go to your room and be so far away from him but it’s not like it was another world. You were down the hall. “Yeah,” he murmured. “Even with the daylight, I’ll still have a drive ahead of me.”

Well, goodnight,” you said shyly, leaning forward to press a kiss to his cheek. As you pulled away, Joshua pulled you in for a proper kiss, nuzzling his nose against yours before letting you pull away again. “Goodnight, beautiful,” he murmured, smiling as you bit your bottom lip and turned to retreat to your bedroom.

He shut the door of the guest room and walked over to the bed, pulling back the sheets. He mentally cursed, forgetting to turn off the light and walked over, flipping the switch off and returning to the bed. He stripped himself of his pants, folding and setting them neatly on top of the dresser before climbing into the bed and pulling the covers up, sighing in relief to find the bed was actually pretty comfortable.

He wasn’t sure how much sleep he’d get, knowing you were just down the hall but he rolled onto his side, shutting his eyes and hoping exhaustion would catch up with him and that sleep would come soon.

You had changed into your sleep shirt, tossed your dirty clothes in the hamper and made your way to your bed, turning your light off on the way and climbing into your nest of blankets and pillows. Laying back against the pillows, arms crossed, you stared up at the ceiling and tried to focus on getting rid of the throbbing ache between your legs.

‘It was just a stupid kiss,’ you told yourself. ‘Why are you getting so worked up over a kiss?’

You rolled onto your side and tried to will yourself to sleep but the throbbing just made you press your thighs together to find some sort of relief only none would come. You were still tense and turned on from your encounter in the church back room with Joshua and your new panties were already sticking to you.

‘I guess I’ll just take them off!’

You shimmied out of your panties and tossed them in the direction of the hamper. You were settling back when you had a great idea. “No panties,” you murmured. “It just might work.”

You pulled back the covers and got out of bed, tiptoeing over to the door and opening it quietly. You hoped that Joshua was still awake. It hadn’t been that long but you were sure he was exhausted so he might have fallen asleep already. You crept down the hall, listening for any sound of your parents.

Upon reaching the door, you knocked lightly, calling Joshua’s name through the wood.

The first time, there was no answer so you tried again. This time you heard a muffled “yeah?” through the door and opened it. “Y/N?” Joshua asked through the dark. “Are you okay?” he asked, propping himself up. It was dark but you could still make out his silhouette from the built-in bathroom nightlight.

“Is everything oka- Y/N? Yah, what are you doing?” Joshua hissed as you shut the door and snuck over to the bed, pulling back the covers and climbing in. “We’re gonna get caught and then your dad is going to throw me out into the snow,” he continued as you snuggled up to him. “No he won’t” you whispered back.

Joshua opened his mouth to retort but you cut him off with a kiss, one that he immediately leaned into. “You created a problem,” you murmured against his lips, pulling him closer so his chest was flush with yours. “Problem?” Joshua asked in between your kisses.

“What kind of problem?”

You grabbed one of his hands, guiding it down between your thighs. Joshua’s eyes shot open as he realized you’d gotten into the bed without any shorts or underwear on. ‘Fuck.’

“Are you insane?” he hissed but you ignored him, pushing him onto his back as you climbed on top of him. “Y/N,” Joshua said, his voice low like it was a warning. You leaned over, taking his face in your hands as you kissed him. You felt his arms wrap around your back, holding you against him as he kissed you back. “If I get killed by your dad, I’m coming back to haunt your ass,” he murmured before sitting up.

You let out a soft giggle as he took your hands from his face and pushed you onto your back, hovering over you as his hips rested against yours. On instinct, you wrapped your legs around his waist, letting out a gasp as the cloth of his underwear brushed against you, giving you a minute amount of friction.

“If we’re going to do this,” Joshua said softly, one hand moving up to cup your cheek as he looked into your eyes. “You’re going to have to keep it down,” he continued, thumb stroking your cheek. “Can you do that for me, angel?” You nodded eagerly. “Yes,” you breathed out. “Of course. I promise.”

The moment the words left your lips, Joshua rolled over, pulling you on top of him, guiding your hips over his growing erection. You breathed out a soft moan, eyes fluttering shut as you followed his guidance. “Show me how bad you want it,” Joshua murmured, hands sliding from your hips up to your waist, pushing your sleep shirt up and glancing down at your naked lower half.

You grinded against him, leaving a trail of your arousal on his underwear. He’d have to wash them the minute he got home. “Hang on baby,” he murmured, halting your movements. You pouted at him as he chuckled, guiding you off his lap before he shimmied out of his underwear to avoid you soiling it any further.

“Come here,” he said softly, holding his hand out which you took eagerly, allowing him to guide you back on his lap, his half hard cock resting against his abdomen. “Sit down,” he instructed, his voice breathless as you did so, letting out a whimper before covering your mouth with your hand.

“Sorry, Shua,” you whispered, looking down at him. “Just feels so good.” Joshua reached up, cupping your cheek tenderly. “I know, sweetheart,” he murmured before taking your hips in his hands. “Come on now,” he urged. “Show me how badly you want my cock.”

You whined softly, grinding against him with renewed vigor, the heat of his cock against you driving you crazy. “Please, Shua,” you mumbled, trying to keep the volume of your voice down. “Please let me ride you. Wanna feel it inside me.”

Hearing your breathless voice whining for his cock almost made him break his resolve but he wanted to tease you just a bit longer. “No,” he replied, his fingers digging into your hips. “Keep going, baby girl. Show me just how bad you need it and then I’ll let you have it.”

You let out another whine, a little louder this time, grinding harder and feeling the underside of his cock drag through your slick folds against your clit. Your thighs shook from the sensation, fingers curling into the sheets on either side of Joshua’s head.

“That’s it,” he urged. “Keep going. Just like that.”

Joshua’s hands moved your hips faster, guiding you over his cock and pulling you against him at the same time. You let out a gasp, shuddering at the feeling, trying to fight against Joshua’s grip but failing as he pushed and pulled your hips, bucking up into you with a stifled groan.

“J-Josh,” you stammered, arms shaking as you struggled to keep yourself up. Sensing your arms were about to give out, Joshua sat up, rolling you over onto your back and pinning you under him as his hips rested against yours, settling between your thighs. “You know how hard it was for me to not pull over earlier into an empty lot and fuck you in the car?” he whispered, rolling his hips as his lips brushed against your jaw, nuzzling his nose against your cheek.

“How hard I was thinking about doing just that?”

You whimpered, holding back a moan as his cock continued to glide through your folds.

“About as hard as I am right now,” he continued. “Josh, please. I need you,” you whimpered softly, choking back a sob. Joshua lifted his head to take in the sight of your eyes shining with unshed tears, a pout on your lips. He moved a hand up to your cheek, cooing at you.

“Aww, poor baby. Feels so good?” he asked. You nodded, fighting back the urge to cry. “You’re so wet,” he murmured, rutting against you. “Bet I’d slip right in,” he continued. You nodded, babbling incoherent words between your pleas for him to fuck you.

“Shhh,” he whispered, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip, pausing as you parted your lips and allowed his thumb into your mouth, sucking on the tip. “God, I just wanna use that pretty mouth of yours so bad,” he murmured, watching your lips wrap around his knuckle.

He could feel your tongue against his thumb, swirling around it lazily.

“Is that okay?” he asked softly, making you open your eyes. “Can I use your mouth, beautiful?” His cock twitched against you when you nodded, eyes fluttering shut as he pulled his thumb from your mouth and pushed himself up. “Come here,” he murmured as he sat back against the headboard, helping you up and guided your hand to his cock now coated in your arousal.

You started stroking him languidly, making him choke back a moan. “Use your mouth, pretty,” he urged. “Show me what a slut you are for my cock.” No sooner than the words were out of his mouth, he had to bite down on his knuckles as you took him in your mouth, bobbing your head as you held the base of the shaft firmly. “F-fuck, baby,” he groaned.

“That’s it,” he encouraged you. “Take all of it like a good girl, I know you can.”

You moved your hand, sinking down until the tip of his cock reached the back of your throat. Joshua moved his hand to the back of your head, pushing down just a little more, letting out a shudder when you gagged around his cock. He let you back up for air, praising your efforts.

“Just like that, keep going.”

You wrapped your fingers around his cock, stroking it faster before spitting on the tip, making Joshua hiss. “Fuck,” he moaned, trying to keep the sound in the back of his throat. “When did you turn into such a dirty slut?” he asked, holding back another moan as you took him back in your mouth, sinking down all the way again. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten such sloppy head and watching you try and swallow him down was making it harder and harder to hold back his orgasm.

He was about to just fuck your mouth and be done with it when you pulled off, noticing his cock twitching. “Gonna cum?” you asked looking up at him. Joshua shook his head, grabbing your wrist. “Not yet,” he answered. “Come here.” He pulled you into a messy kiss, ignoring the salty taste of his precum on your tongue as he guided you onto your back.

Your thighs spread as he settled between them, leaning onto his side a little to open you up for him.

He brought two fingers to your mouth. “Open,” he instructed. You did as he said, taking his fingers in your mouth and coating them in your saliva. Joshua pulled them from your mouth, moving them down to your sex and rubbing them against your slick folds before pushing past them and teasing your slit.

You sighed as he pushed one finger in first, curling it carefully and pumping it in and out before adding the second. Once he was knuckles deep, he started curling his fingers against your walls, thumb brushing over your clit as he kept his gaze on your face.

You moaned softly, wrapping an arm around his neck and pulling him down to hide your face. “Feel good, baby?” he whispered in your ear. You nodded with a muffled whine. Joshua chuckled as he continued to finger you, stretching your walls as he scissored you open, prepping you to take his cock.

The tension had started when you were grinding on him but that had been localized to your clit. This tension was more. Your clit and inside your stomach like a rubber band being pulled back and increasing the tension. Soon you were going to snap. “Shua!” you gasped, thighs threatening to close and they would have had he not been leaning against on, pinning it to the mattress under his weight.

“You gonna come for me, pretty?” he asked softly. You nodded, drawing your bottom lip between your teeth to hide your moan. “That’s it,” he murmured. “Come for me.” Your back arched off the mattress as your orgasm drew closer and closer. “S-Shua,” you whined in hid neck.

Joshua pulled back to look down at you. “Open your eyes,” he ordered. Your eyes fluttered open, meeting his in the dark room and the smirk that spread over his face had yours burning. “Keep them open,” he urged. “Wanna watch you cum. Look at me when you cum,” he added.

You whined, walls fluttering around his fingers as your orgasm started to wash over you. Joshua held your gaze as his fingers fucked you through your first orgasm of the night. You whined, hips following his movements until you were begging him to stop.

Joshua let out a soft chuckle as he pulled his fingers out of your soaking cunt. “So pathetic and pretty when you cum,” he murmured, bringing his fingers coated in your essence to your lips. “Open for me,” he continued, sliding his fingers over your tongue when you parted your lips.

“Clean them for me.”

While your tongue lapped at his fingers, he pushed your sleep shirt up with his free hand, exposing your chest. “Fuck, I missed these,” he murmured, hand ghosting over your chest. He pulled his fingers from your lips, chucking when you pouted and whined for his fingers back.

“I promise you’ll get them back in a bit, baby. Let me take care of this first,” he murmured, tugging your shirt up and off when you finally sat up for him. His shirt was quick to join the pile of discarded clothes on the floor as he knelt between your thighs. “Shit, wait,” he said hesitating. “Do you have a condom?” he asked. You waved towards the guest bathroom, still coming down from your high.

Joshua climbed off the bed and snuck into the bathroom, opening the drawers as quietly as he could, finding an unopened box of condoms in the back of one of the drawers. ‘Jackpot,’ Joshua thought to himself as he carefully and quietly opened the box, placing it back in the drawer before shutting it and returning to you. He tore open the foil packet, pulling out the latex and carefully rolled it on.

Once securely on, he climbed back onto the bed, kneeling between your thighs and grabbing your hips to pull you against him. He took the base of his cock in his hand guiding the head to rub against your clit, making you whine in anticipation. Joshua spit into his hand and added it to the lubrication on the condom and rested the tip against your slit.

“You still with me, angel?” he asked, looking down at you. Your eyes opened to meet his and nodded. “I’m still here,” you replied. “Want you so bad, Shua,” you whined. Joshua fought the urge to laugh at how cute you were. “Open them a little more,” he said, tapping the inside of your thigh with his free hand. You spread your legs a little wider, groaning as you felt him start to push the head of his cock into you.

“Mmm, fuck,” Joshua swore under his breath. “So tight and warm,” he breathed out, easing his way in, gliding against your walls. Your thighs fell open wide as he bottomed out, letting all of him in. “Good girl,” he murmured, leaning over to press a kiss to your temple.

“Taking me so well.”

You gasped as he gave you a shallow thrust. “Sore?” he asked and you shook your head. “N-no,” you stuttered. “Feels so good. So full.” Joshua smirked against your skin, pulling back and giving you a singular thrust, relishing in the sound that escaped your lips and the way your walls clenched around him. “So. Fucking. Tight,” he hissed in between thrusts.

“But taking me so well. Like you’re my own personal slut,” he groaned, hips setting a steady pace as he thrust into you. “My own little fuck toy, right?” he asked. You nodded weakly. Joshua scoffed, fingers closing around your throat firmly but not so tight you couldn’t breathe.

“Answer me, you dirty little slut,” he growled. “Yes,” you gasped. Joshua raised a brow. “Yes what?” He slowed his hips, allowing you a moment to speak. “I’m your little fuck toy,” you whispered. He smirked, picking up the pace, his hips hitting your ass. “If only your father could see his little girl right now. Getting railed by the Sunday school teacher.”

You whined, your hands wrapping around his wrist as he held you down by the throat. Your walls fluttered around him and he chuckled softly. “Of course the little slut likes getting choked,” he scoffed. “Such a dirty whore,” he murmured. “Too bad you aren’t more of a brat,” he continued. “Would love to fuck the attitude out of you.”

“Shuh-Shua!” you whined. His pace quickened, releasing your throat and moving his hand up to your mouth. “Open,” he ordered. You obeyed immediately, welcoming his fingers in your mouth to shut you up. “Gonna fuck you for real now,” he muttered, his free hand moving up your stomach to your chest, squeezing and kneading.

“Should I turn you over and fuck your like the slut you are?”

You moaned against his fingers and Joshua chuckled lightly, pulling his fingers from your mouth before pulling out of you, giving your pussy a light slap when you whined in protest. “Turn over on your stomach,” he ordered. You rolled over, muffling a squeal as he grabbed your hips and lifted them, grabbing one of the pillows and folding it in half to place under your stomach.

Once he was satisfied, he guided the head of his cock back to your entrance, pushing into you with ease and taking both your hips in his hands. “Now you really need to be quiet,” he warned. You cried out into the sheets, muffling your moans and mewls as Joshua pounded into you from behind You were sure the sound of his skin hitting yours would wake your parents up but surprisingly, you didn’t hear a peep from them.

“Fuck,” Joshua groaned, hands sliding to squeeze your ass. “Next time I think I’d like to fuck your ass,” he growled, letting out a breathless laugh when your walls tightened around him. “Does my little cockslut want that? Want me to fuck your ass? Bet you’d even let me do it without a condom, wouldn’t you?”

You nodded fervently, keeping your face hidden in the sheets. “And I bet you’d let me fill you up. Just fill your ass with cum and turn you into my own personal cum dumpster. Wouldn’t you?” You nodded again, gasping as you felt his nails dig into the flesh of your ass.

“I’d fuck you so hard you would be able to sit or walk,” he groaned, hips faltering as his own orgasm drew closer. “Fuck, m’not gonna last much longer. You close, angel?” You whined in the sheets, begging him for more. “Touch yourself then, sweetheart. Do what sluts do and get yourself off. Cum on my cock like a good little slut.”

Your hand darted between your thighs, fingers finding your clit and working circles around it in time with Joshua’s thrusts. With each pass over your clit and drag of his cock against your walls, your orgasm drew near. The tension pooling in your abdomen snapped and you released, a gush of warm liquid rushing out of you as you came with a muffled cry.

Joshua wasn’t far behind, the spasming of your cunt pushing him over the edge and he leaned over your back, sinking his teeth into your shoulder as he emptied into the condom, hips riding out both your climaxes until he finally slowed to a stop.

After a couple moments, Joshua pulled from you, letting out a deep inhale as he pulled the condom off and tied it off before getting off the bed and disappearing into the bathroom. You could hear the faucet in the sink running before it shut off and Joshua returned with a wet washcloth, starting to wipe you down and clean you up.

Once he’d finally wiped the remnants of your release from your lips and thighs, he helped you put your shirt back on before pulling his and his underwear back on and settling under the covers with you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.

Silence washed over you before he finally spoke. “So, this isn’t exactly the way I wanted things to go,” he murmured in your ear, pressing a kiss to your cheek and tugging your closer. “But I still really want to take you on a proper date.”

A smile spread across your face and you turned to look back at him, reaching up to cup his cheek. “I’d really like that,” you said softly. Joshua’s lips spread into a smile before he pressed a couple of chaste kisses to your lips. “But only if we can keep having mind-blowing sex afterwards,” you whispered, making him bite back a laugh.

“I think I can manage that, angel.”

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A new task force! Admittedly when we first discussed this, we were a bit upset, knowing how passionate we were to start up a new media literacy workshop for the summer. But upon further thought, honest conversations like these need to happen in every organization, ones where we admit our current capabilities and limitations so as to best protect everyone's time and energy while simultaneously continuing to fulfill our mission statement.

Further, we've already noticed a weight lifted amongst our volunteers! We utilized yesterday's Sunday meeting time to discuss BFP's history thus far, what it means to be a 501(c)(3), the nonprofit industrial complex, why we utilize a horizontal organizational structure, and then the best part? Our core beliefs! We only got to the first three (the right to organize, intersectionality, and educational equity), but the conversation was SO productive! Youth were given the chance to openly ask and answer questions with fellow activists around the globe. Even with just those three topics, we were able to cover: organizing tips, COINTELPRO, the gamification of politics, elite capture, epistemic injustice, the infantilisation faced by those at the intersection of transness and disability, equity vs equality, and accommodations in school! So much!

Next Sunday we'll continue this educational dialogue, so feel free to join us on Zoom (link available through our Discord server as well as college and career mentorship, peer support, mutual aid, private channels for marginalized communities, and the space to openly ask any social justice related questions without shame)! And once we eventually cover all of our core beliefs, BFP will officially begin designing a specific mission and timeline for this new task force, ensuring that all of us fully understand what our nonprofit stands for before making concrete decisions. Genuinely so excited to see how our little family transforms as we have already learned so much from one another in just one meeting since making this decision :)

[P.S. We do have bots in our server that can translate text messages for our non-English speakers, bots for those with dissociative identity disorder so their alters/fronts appear as different accounts with different names, bots for our nightly studying and music sessions, nonverbal emotes, and more!]

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The slides read as follows:

"Honoring our dedication to transparency, this is BFP's current state of affairs:

Developing proper onboarding

Activity & Retention Task Force

Nonprofit Industrial Complex"

BFP was originally founded in 2016 by a team of 12 year olds in New Orleans, Louisiana. As the organization grew internationally and the work became more complex, we began to lose volunteers almost immediately as they joined. Why? We didn't have a proper onboarding process, aka a clear and efficient orientation and trainings for newcomers! As kids ourselves, none of us had entered the workforce yet so we weren't even aware that "onboarding" existed. Because of this, new hires would either become overwhelmingly confused and leave or be thrown straight into the work and burn out. As young adults now, we aim to create an efficient onboarding process and share our discoveries with other youth organizations in the future!

Due to that confusion, BFP has become incapable of hosting any more large-scale workshops, as we have failed to thoroughly prepare our newer volunteers with clarity. We owe it to those directly impacted by coercive hierarchies to do better. So, what's next for us? On 03/26, we decided to create a cross-committee Activity & Retention Task Force. This team will be dedicated to expanding our audience, maintaining the family that we've curated thus far, analyzing the success and failures of our work, and most importantly... Emphasizing BFP as a safe space for marginalized youth globally. With such a diverse team, we are always learning from one another and we'd like to continue sharing that opportunity with as many people as possible. But there's something we'd like to keep in mind!

The Nonprofit Industrial Complex. We are aware as a 501(c)(3) that organizations' radical missions can often become co-opted either by their donors or distracted by their own maintenance. If BFP ever becomes too focused on its own survival rather than that of the oppressed… We will take that needed step back. Community should always be our focus. This task force is meant to broaden youth’s access to political education and peer support, not necessarily propel BFP within the nonprofit industry. The people must come first and foremost.

More concrete steps will be released soon to hold ourselves accountable. We look forward to improving this organization so that BFP can put out the work that y'all deserve and that we know we are capable of producing. Thank you for reading! Check the caption for more information."

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* = only for crack or dash commentary

Reply Speed for Threads & Consistency & Keeping threads

|  I lose threads all the time & don’t usually get back to them | I  tend to lose threads but please tell me if I have and I’ll reply! | I  drop threads pretty easily | I’m really slow but I WILL get back to you |  I reply on a schedule/queue | I usually reply  within a week | I reply every day* | I reply almost instantly |

* = This only happens when the muse is high for a thread and likely plotted out ooc.

Romantic or sexual ships

|  I don’t do these ships (specify reason if you would like) | I’m not  against them happening but it is not the main point of my blog | All ships will have to be super slow burn & discussed a lot OOC, super chemistry based (specify reason if you’d like) | I love doing ships, HMU  I probably already ship it just ask! | I ship really quickly | I  autoship or ship within a few interactions | I mainly RP for the cute  ship fluff or smut |

* = The shipping stuff is in my rules if you want more.

Smut

| I do NOT do smut at  all (specify reason if you’d like) | I’m very selective about it | I  only do it on a separate (blog/discord/specify here*) | I mainly only do  asks relating to the subject on Sundays | I I enjoy writing it |

* = Again my stipulations for this are in my rules. Actually debating if I will just not do them in public posting. Discord only is highly likely. Fade to black is the norm.

Active hours [Specify Timezone, if you’d like]

| Mornings 8-10 | Midday 11-1 | Afternoon 2-5 | Evenings 6-8 | Night 9-12 | Ungodly hours of the day 1-onwards | Do you guys keep track of this?

Activity Schedule

|  SUPER slow and sporadic, like once a month or so | Slow and sporadic  week long gaps between activity | Bi-weeklyish activity | Weekly  activity (specify if there’s a certain time you have school/work/etc.  off that you are most active) | Daily activity | I’m online nearly all  the time |

Just because I'm here doesn't mean I'm doing stuff though.

Starters

| I don’t do starter calls | I want to do starter  calls but often don’t have time | I do selective calls (specify) | I don’t do calls, but always fee free to ask me for one!* I do starter  calls rarely/regularly/often |

More like catch me posting after some plotting ooc. Usually once my blogs get started, starter calls are rare.

AUs

| I don’t do AUs | My blog is an AU but  outside of that I don’t do them | I sometimes do them but only with a lot of plotting | I have a couple of AUs already feel free to request them! | I have AUs coming out of my ears please interact with them! | I love making AUs HMU to plot if you think of one! | There are some AUs I  won’t do (specify here)* |

Modern AUs and worlds without magic just aren't of interest. Never have. If you are looking for a writer that likes a character to settle down and start a family as endgame. I'm not the writer for you.

Crossovers

| I  don’t do crossovers (specify reason if you’d like) | I’m selective with  crossovers (specify reason if you’d like) | I love crossovers! |

I am media stupid in that I hardly know crossover worlds outside the limited things I interact with. A lot of people who know me ooc know if you slap a show clip down in front of me, I probably have no idea what it is.

Tagged by: stole it Tagging: If you see it, you should do it.

[demon-mortician]

─ RP Preferences

Repost, don’t reblog. Bold what applies. Strikethrough what does not. Elaborate on any points you’d like.

Please be honest, we all want to find the people who work best with how we RP.

Types of RP / How I do threads

| I don’t I just do whatever is on my dash when I’m online | Mainly asks | I do little short things mostly | I do my threads on discord | Long running threads that slowly build upon the muses |

Honestly, I could adapt to most of the types of roleplay, but I'm kind of selective about it. I'm serious when the thread requires it and silly when the thread requires it, but the thing that bugs me the most it's roleplaying in first person.. Not my deal, really, I usually roleplay in third person, omnipresent narrator. I also adapt to any platform, so if you'd like to roleplay on Discord or any other app then just tell me.

Plotting Preferences 

| Wing it | Get a general idea ooc and then run with it & plot further if need be | Long expansive thought out story arcs |

You just throw it in and we'll work in it! If something's too complex or you'd like to clarify some points before beginning please reach out to my DM's, I'll always be happy to plot with you <3

Type of threads I do / Prefer

| Oneliners only | Whatever dash shenanigans I’m online for | Para or Multi para | Literal Novels |

I highly dislike One Liners cuz, most of the time, these lead to a boring thread that doesn't go anywhere. I'm not asking you to write a book, but I would love if you elaborated further on, at least a paragraph, when roleplaying with me.

Reply Speed for Threads & Consistency & Keeping threads

| I lose threads all the time & don’t usually get back to them | I tend to lose threads but please tell me if I have and I’ll reply! | I drop threads pretty easily | I’m really slow but I WILL get back to you | I reply on a schedule/queue | I usually reply within a week | I reply every day | I reply almost instantly |

It's tricky for me to say that I'll respond instantly every day because, to be fully honest, I have a messed up schedule and I just come in and out any time, so if I ever miss a thread with you please reach out to me, I have fish memory and I'll forget if I'm busy with other threads D: but do have in count that I always go through my notifications to verify any pendant threads.. Out of that, If I stopped replying a thread, for any motive, and you'd like to continue it, please do tell! My reply schedule depends A LOT, so please be patient, I would appreciate it.

Romantic or sexual ships

| I don’t do these ships | I’m not against them happening but it is not the main point of my blog | All ships will have to be super slow burn & discussed a lot OOC, super chemistry based | I love doing ships, HMU I probably already ship it just ask! | I ship really quickly | I autoship or ship within a few interactions | I mainly RP for the cute ship fluff or smut |

Man, I LOVE fluff and romantic stuff! They make me very happy, hehe but always remember to reach out and be consistent about your ship ideas. I would recommend to read some stuff about Tomoky or interact with her as friends or in a first meeting before jumping straight into business, as Tomoky would look weird at you if you started flirting with her straight away, hahaha. I usually ship two characters if they seem like a good fit for each other, but I'm kinda shy KSKSKS so please reach out in any case if you're insecure!

Smut

| I do NOT do smut at all | I’m very selective about it | I only do it on a separate (blog/discord/specify here) | I mainly only do asks relating to nfsw headcanons on Sundays | I write it a medium amount | I write it all the time and love to | 

Hmmm, I wouldn't say I love Smut specifically, but I don't hate it either. I just like it, y'know? Even more if it is between a ship and it's getting cute/steamy/interesting. I'm very VERY picky though, I don't like explicit descriptions or BDSM and related things, I'm more in the Subtle branch of the theme. Imagine you're writing a book, that's how I write Smut most of the time, and would appreciate if you did it too. I just get uncomfy when someone gets all weird and/or explicit.

I wouldn't say you'll see me writing Smut all the time, cuz' there are very few ships around that I would be willing to roleplay it with, and I ONLY roleplay it with pre-stablished ships, so all that comes to the previous point.

Active hours [Specify Timezone, if you’d like]

| Mornings 8-10 | Midday 11-1 | Afternoon 2-5 | Evenings 6-8 | Night 9-12 | Ungodly hours of the day 1-onwards |

Any day, any time, if I casually jump on Tumblr and I got the time to reply, I'll do.

Activity Schedule

| SUPER slow and sporadic, like once a month or so | Slow and sporadic week-long gaps between activity | Bi-weeklyish activity | Weekly activity (specify if there’s a certain time you have school/work/etc. off that you are most active) | Daily activity | I’m online nearly all the time |

As I said before, I don't run on schedules, so I just hop in and reply at a random hour. I do hop in daily though.

Starters

| I don’t do starter calls | I want to do starter calls but often don’t have time | I do selective calls (specify) | I don’t do calls, but always feel free to ask me for one! I do starter calls rarely/regularly/often |

I usually run in Ask-Based Starters (with Ask Games I reblog) but I'm always open to write a starter if you'd like me to, I also have some Open Interactions and I'm willing to do more, it all depends, just ask.

AUs

| I don’t do AUs | My blog is an AU but outside of that I don’t do them | I sometimes do them but only with a lot of plotting | I have a couple of AUs already feel free to request them! | I have AUs coming out of my ears please interact with them! | I love making AUs HMU to plot if you think of one! | There are some AUs I won’t do (specify here) | 

Let's see, about the AUs thing. My blog is an AU, yeah, in some form, cuz' it takes place in Diabolik Lover's Universe, but I also do other AUs with minor changes like the Out-Of-DL AU, etc. I also have a little AU where Tomoky is a Servant in a Mansion.. It all depends, if you got an idea reach out to me, but do have in mind that I most probably won't do anything so crazy or so out of the rails.

Crossovers

| I don’t do crossovers (specify reason if you’d like) | I’m selective with crossovers (specify reason if you’d like) | I love crossovers! |

I mean, if it's a crossover between many OC's of the same theme as Tomoky, then I think it's good? But I wouldn't be willing to do any crossover between franchises and stuff, it's not my thing.

[turojo]

General RP style and preferencesRepost, don’t reblog.

Bold what applies. Strikethrough what does not. Elaborate on any points you’d like with a *

Please be honest, we all want to find the people who work best with how we RP.

𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐏 & 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐈 𝐃𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒

| I don’t I just do whatever is on my dash when I’m online | Mainly asks | I do little short things mostly | I do my threads on discord | Long running threads that slowly build upon the muses |

𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒

| Wing it | Get a general idea ooc and then run with it & plot further if need be | Long expansive thought out story arcs |

Plotting really comes once the characters are properly introduced. Though if you have a clear idea of what you'd like then feel free to DM me. Not to say I hate plotting but most of the time its just us starring at each other blankly oop-

𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 𝐈 𝐃𝐎 & 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑

| Oneliners only | Whatever dash shenanigans I’m online for | Para or Mulit para | Literal Novels |

I just reaaally like to type a lot but don't feel the need to follow suit! At the same time please don't give me one liners in return either : [ One liners are more for crack or quick dash ic moments.

𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 & 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐘 & 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒

| I lose threads all the time & don’t usually get back to them | I tend to lose threads but please tell me if I have and I’ll reply! | I drop threads pretty easily | I’m really slow but I WILL get back to you | I reply on a schedule/queue (specify if you’d like) | I usually reply within a week | I reply every day | I reply almost instantly |

But always if you're jiving for a particular thread and want it right away!! Lemme know! I know how it feels to be excited for a certain thread or a plot!

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒

| I don’t do these ships (specify reason if you would like) | I’m not against them happening but it is not the main point of my blog | All ships will have to be super slow burn & discussed a lot OOC, super chemistry based (Mutuals and friends only) | I love doing ships, HMU I probably already ship it just ask! | I ship really quickly | I autoship or ship within a few interactions | I mainly RP for the cute ship fluff |

All they really need is some chemistry, a little bit of discussion of why a and b go well together and some interactions! I'm medium? paced with ships depending mostly on muse so always feel free to ask ahead and no need to be shy, I quite like it! And remember across my blogs on multi single ship meaning I only ship with one of a muse and want that reciprocated.

I dont do slow burn, sorry, Im really busy and unless there's a plotted timeline in order Im p bad in keeping track or keeping progress 🧍‍♀️

𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓

| I do NOT do smut at all (this muse is a minor!) | I’m very selective about it | I only do it on a separate (blog/discord/specify here) | I mainly only do asks relating to nfw headcanons on Sundays | I write it a medium amount | I write it all the time and love to | 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 [ GMT+5 ;; North America ]

| Mornings 8-10 | Midday 11-1 | Afternoon 2-5 | Evenings 6-8 | Night 9-12 | Ungodly hours of the day 1-onwards |

I work really late into the night because of my job so it's definetly evening based, weh

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐋𝐄

| SUPER slow and sporadic, like once a month or so | Slow and sporadic week long gaps between activity | Bi-weeklyish activity | Weekly activity | Daily activity | I’m online nearly all the time |

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

| I don’t do starter calls | I want to do starter calls but often don’t have time | I do selective calls (ask calls) | I don’t do calls, but always fee free to ask me for one! | I do starter calls rarely/regularly/often |

Though the fastest way to interact with me is through memes or quick plot of their relationship or idea. 𝐀𝐔𝐬

| I don’t do AUs | My blog is an AU but outside of that I don’t do them | I sometimes do them but only with a lot of plotting | I have a couple of AUs already feel free to request them! | I have AUs coming out of my ears please interact with them! | I love making AUs HMU to plot if you think of one! | There are some AUs I won’t do (specify here) |

Once I get ideas for an AU anyways! But do read up on the AU once they're available in the about sections, some are private for only a few mutuals.

𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒

| I don’t do crossovers | I’m selective with crossovers (specify reason if you’d like) | I love crossovers! |

I love the idea of crossovers of two different medias meeting without one neccessarily having an AU counterpart for the other! It's cool to explore! That being said I prefer crossovers only with fandoms or media I'm familiar with or can gleam from an about section.

[countlessrealities]

GENERAL ROLEPLAY STYLE & PREFERENCES

BOLD : applies to you.  ITALICS : only applies to you sometimes. STRIKETHROUGH : does not apply to you. Elaborate on any points you’d like with an *

TYPES OF ROLEPLAY / HOW I DO THREADS: i don’t. i just do whatever is on my dash when i’m online. mainly asks. i do little short things mostly. i do my threads on discord. long - running threads that slowly build upon the muses.

PLOTTING PREFERENCES: wing it. get a general idea ooc, run with it and plot further if need be. long expansive thought out arcs.*** My preference is for plotted threads. I work much better if I have a general idea of the plot, so I tend to ask for at least that when starting to write with someone (even more if we haven’t written before). I love building verses too, so with my closest partners I usually also discuss possible arcs and stuff. Unplotted stuff is usually reserved for random, short-term interactions (mostly with mutuals I’ve been writing with for a while, so even those are usually inserted in the context of a verse we’ve been building up)

TYPES OF THREADS I DO / PREFER: one - liners only. whatever dash shenanigans i’m online for. para or multi - para. literal novels.*** I’m a descriptive writer, so all my answers tend to be multi-para / novella long. Shorter and para replies are reserved for casual / short-term interactions. I never do one-liners.

REPLY SPEED FOR THREADS AND CONSISTENCY KEEPING THREADS: i lose threads all the time and usually get back to them. i tend to lose threads but please tell me if i have and i’ll reply. i drop threads pretty quickly. i’m really slow but i will get back to you. i reply on a schedule / queue. i usually reply within a week. i reply every day. i reply almost instantly. *** I’m a slow replier, but I never drop a thread without warning my partners first (the only exceptions are Tumblr messing my notifications up and technical problems with the tracker). Also, if a thread is inactive for more than three months (meaning I don’t get an answer for that long and don’t hear from the mun OOC), I tend to consider it dropped.

ROMANTIC OR SEXUAL SHIPS: i don’t do these ships. i’m not against them happening but it is not the main point of my blog. ships will have to be discussed a lot ooc. super chemistry based. i love doing ships, hmu i probably already ship it so just ask. i ship really quickly. autoship or ship within a few interactions. i mainly rp for the cute ship fluff or angsty smut.*** As a fan, I’m a shipper at heart and I absolutely love shipping, but as a RPer I’m much more selective. I require chemistry between the muses first and foremost and some level of OOC communication with my partners as well.

SMUT: i do not do smut at all. i’m very selective about it. i only do it on a separate blog / on discord. i mainly only do asks relating to nsfw headcanons on sundays. i write it a medium amount. i write it all the time and love to. i am comfortable with foreplay and fade - to - blacks but nothing further.*** I’m open to writing sexual stuff, even if I’m very selective about it. I usually write it only with people I’m comfortable with and with whom I have a good level of OOC communication. Also, I must be in the right mood to write smut, so replies to that sort of threads can get very slow if I’m not in the right mindscape (or I could ask my partner if we can just drop it and move on if it drags out for too long)

ACTIVE HOURS: mornings, 8 – 10. midday, 11 – 1. afternoon, 2 – 5. evenings, 6 – 8. night, 9 – 12. ungodly hours of the day, 1 – onwards. *** I’m usually active in the evening because I’m busy IRL during the day. You can find me in my IMs or on Discord, but replies are usually written at night. During the holidays, ungodly hours tend to happen often xD

ACTIVITY SCHEDULE: super slow and sporadic, like once a month or so. slow and sporadic, week - long gaps between activity. bi - weekly ish. weekly activity. daily activity. i’m online nearly all the time.*** Replies usually take between one and three weeks, sometimes longer. I’m online almost every day (mostly on mobile) and when I can I tend to check Tumblr.

STARTERS: i don’t do starter calls. i want to do starter calls but often don’t have time. i do selective calls. i don’t do calls but always feel free to ask me for one. i post calls rarely, regularly, often.

AUS: i don’t do aus. my blog is an au but outside of that i don’t do them. i sometimes do them but only with a lot of plotting. i have a couple of aus already, feel free to request them. i have aus coming out of my ears, please interact with them. i love making aus, hmu to plot if you think of one. there are some aus i won’t do.

CROSSOVERS: i don’t do crossovers. i’m selective with crossovers.i love crossovers.*** Nowadays a great part of my RPs are crossovers or fusion AUs, so never fear to come and talk me about them!

[5-seconds-of-bucky]

🐠🐟

A/N: *Emoji title because I have no clue what to name this* I got so many comments on this blurb about the fish and I felt legally obligated to write something about it so here ya go :) It was supposed to be a small blurb but I got carried away 😉

Summery: Your son gets his fish

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: None

“Daddy, can I open the really big one first?” Jack asked as soon as he laid his eyes on the large object wrapped in shiny paper next to the Christmas tree. He ran over to the gift, placing his hands on the top and leaning in close to it. There were plenty of gifts for him and Lilli in the living room, but he was of course enticed by the largest one.

“Hold on, bubs. Let me take your picture in front of the tree,” you said, grabbing your phone from the coffee table and snapping a few pictures of him. He moved back towards the gift again as Shawn walked in with a tired looking Lilliana on his hip. “Let’s take another one with Lilli.”

Shawn sat Lilliana down next to Jack, letting you take a few more pictures before scooping her back into his arms.

“Can I open it now?” Jack asked hopping up, antsy to see what could possibly be under the paper he wanted so badly to rip away.

“Let’s start off with some smaller gifts, kiddo,” Shawn suggested as he sat down next to you.

“Why don’t we start with this one?” You grabbed a smaller one from beneath the tree and handed it to him, watching his eyes light up as he saw what was inside.

It continued like that for a while: you and Shawn handing out gifts to Jack and helping Lilli open some of hers After nearly 45 minutes of unwrapping, you were almost done. The only unopened gift was the big surprise Jack was adamant you let him open soon.

“Alrighty, last one, bubs.” You held up your phone, wanting to get what you knew was going to be a very excited reaction on tape.

Jack didn’t need to be told another word, quickly getting to work and tearing the paper off like his life depended on it. He paused once the top was visible, immediately screaming with excitement and jumping around. Lilli got excited too, wiggling around and squealing even though she had no idea what was going on.

“What’d you get?” Shawn asked through his laughs.

“Fissssh!”

“Well let’s see it. Take the rest of the wrapping paper off.”

He went over to fully unwrap the present, revealing a fish tank with various fish furniture in it. There was obviously no fish in it, but that did nothing to deter Jack’s excitement. He’d been asking for a fish for so long. It was a five year old’s dream come true.

“We’re getting a fishy!”

As happy as you were that he was excited, you didn’t hear about non-fish related come out of his mouth for the next three days. Every day, at least six times a day, he’d ask when you were going to go get the fish. Santa brought the fish home but he wanted Jack to pick out the fish himself so Jack was going to have to wait until you could drive him to the store to get one.

“We’re going to go on Sunday,” you kept telling him. You and Shawn both wanted to be there when he picked one out, which meant that you had to wait until both of you had the day off. Jack was growing more impatient by the day and you did your best to distract him from the topic by talking about anything else but fish, but it only worked for so long before he was thinking back to it and asking you when you were going to get it.

You woke up before everyone else on Saturday morning; a rarity in the Mendes household. You were usually woken up by someone accidentally being too loud at 7 a.m. but it appeared that everyone was worn out from the night before. You had a family game night that got intense when you played Candy Land and you and Shawn got to the end before Jack. Jack was not too happy about that so you ended up playing about seven rematches and everyone was hyped up the whole time.

You were able to sit on the porch for forty-five minutes or with your mug of tea before Lilli found you, pulling you inside to pour her a bowl of cereal. She was telling you about her dream as you put a small bowl of Cheerios in front of her when Jacked skipped in, barreling into you to give you a hug.

“Good morning, mommy!” he said rather loudly, making you cringe just the slightest. It was too early for yelling.

“Morning, bubs.” You bent down to kiss the top of his head. “What’cha want for breakfast?”

“Cereal!”

“Alright, go sit down with Lilli.”

He let go of you and jumped into a chair, swinging his feet and humming some random song he made up while you made his breakfast.

“Mommy?”

“Hmm?”

“Are we getting the fish today?”

“Jack, I’ve told you enough times. We’re going-”

“Today!” Shawn announced as he entered the kitchen.

“Yeahhhh!” Jack screamed as he jumped down from the chair, running straight into Shawn’s legs to give him a hug. Shawn picked him up and peppered kisses all over his son’s face, then tossing him slightly in the air, causing Jack to burst out into loud giggles.

“Daddy, me too!” Lilli chanted from her highchair, stretching her arms out to her father. Shawn put Jack back in his seat before taking Lilli out of hers and tossing her a few times as well.

“That’s enough yelling,” you said, happy that everyone was excited but wanting to spare your ears. “Thank you.”

“When are we going?”

“Once everyone eats breakfast and gets changed.”

Jack practically snatched the bowl out of your hands as you put in front of him, eating as quickly as he could before racing to his room to pick out some clothes.  

“Morning, baby,” Shawn said after placing a kiss on your lips once Jack went to his room. “How’re you feeling this morning?”

“Feeling alright,” you replied. “Don’t you have to go to the studio today?”

“Nah, took the day off. Thought we’d surprise Jack.”

“He could’ve waited until tomorrow, you know. He needs to learn to be patient.”

“Yeah, but I think if you hear him ask when we were going to get the fish one more time you might explode so I thought I’d divert that situation.” He placed his hands on the side of your baby bump as he smiled down at you.  

“You know me so well.”

“I am your husband.” He leaned down for another kiss, squeezing your sides to elicit a giggle from you. “Now, get some food in that belly and get dressed so we can go get that fish.”

An hour later, everyone was dressed and ready to go. You buckled the kids in their carseats and drove to the pet store, letting Jack talk himself to death about how excited he was. He was ready to jump out of the car the second it was in park but Shawn stopped him, telling him that the fish weren’t going anywhere and he needed to be safe if he wanted to get one.

Jack grabbed Shawn’s hand as you unbuckled Lilli and placed her on your hip. You walked across the parking lot, having to remind Jack that he needed to be holding someone’s hand as he walked into the store. Shawn had to jog to keep up with the energetic toddler.

You walked through the doors together and Jack looked around to find the fish section. He spotted it pretty quickly and tugged on Shawn’s arm so they could go over there. The four of you made your way to the wall of tiny fish tanks and Jack jumped up and down at the sight of it.

“Daddy, look at all the fish!” His grip left Shawn’s hand to get closer to the tanks with various colorful fish. “Look at this one! It’s eyes are so big!”

You both laughed as you shifted Lilli to your other hip, walking closer to look at the fish with eyes too large for its head. Before either of you could make a comment about the fish, Jack was already moving to the next tank to see what was inside.

“This one is rainbow!”

“Me see!” Lilli said. You put her down on the ground, following close behind as she toddled over to Jack. “Fishy!”    

The two of them walked across the wall, Jack telling Lilli what color each of them was as they stopped to look at each tank.

“We did a good job,” Shawn commented as he came over to stand closer and wrap an arm around your waist.

“With what? Driving our kids to the pet store?” You kept your eyes on them, not wanting to look away in case they wandered off.

“I mean making and raising them but that too I guess,” he chuckled, resting his head atop yours.

“Well we got one more coming so I wouldn’t say anything quite yet.”

“Oh stop, you know they’re going to be just as great as these two.”

“I know.” You turned your head to kiss his shoulder. “Three’s a lot though.”

“We’re going to be fine. No stress, it’s bad for the baby.”

You rolled your eyes at that, pushing him off of you playfully.

“Mommy, daddy, I want this one!” Jack said eagerly, pointing to a tank full of red and blue fish.

“Ooh, that’s a pretty one, Jack,” you said as you made your way to him, crouching down to get a better look at the fish swimming around.

Shawn found an associate to get the fish into a bag as Jack blabbered to the fish about what the outside world is like.

“We live in a big house. And there’s a playground near it! Daddy takes me to it all the time. Maybe you can come too!”

The associate handed the plastic bag to a beaming Jack, who took hold of the bag like it was the most delicate of babies.

“This is my little sister, Lilli.” He proudly turned the bag so the fish was facing his sister. “Lilli, say hi!”

“Hi, fishy!” Lilli waved at the fish.

“Wait, mommy, can the fishy get a sister too?”

You looked at Shawn.

“I don’t see why not,” he said with a shrug.

So now you were a family of six, and soon to be seven.

Taglist //add yourself//masterlist 

@fallinallincurls @lonelyreputation @musicalkeys @voguesir @shawnsreputation @drayshadow @otaculo @mendesficsxbombay @aelingathynius

(Strikethrough means I couldn’t tag you) 

[skysnipsw]

General RP style and preferences

Repost, don’t reblog. Bold what applies. Strikethrough what does not. Elaborate on any points you’d like.

Please be honest, we all want to find the people who work best with how we RP.

Types of RP / How I do threads

| I don’t I just do whatever is on my dash when I’m online | Mainly asks | I do little short things mostly | I do my threads on discord | Long running threads that slowly build upon the muses* |

*Those require a bit more plotting.  

Plotting Preferences

| Wing it | Get a general idea ooc and then run with it & plot further if need be | Long expansive thought out story arcs |

Type of threads I do / Prefer

| One-liners only* | Whatever dash shenanigans I’m online for | Para or Multi para | Literal Novels |

*Mostly for crack/dash commentaries

Reply Speed for Threads & Consistency & Keeping threads

|  I lose threads all the time & don’t usually get back to them | I  tend to lose threads but please tell me if I have and I’ll reply! | I  drop threads pretty easily | I’m really slow but I WILL get back to you |  I reply on a schedule/queue | I usually reply  within a week | I reply every day | I reply almost instantly |

Romantic or sexual ships

|  I don’t do these ships (specify reason if you would like)* | I’m not against them happening but it is not the main point of my blog | All ships will have to be super slow burn & discussed a lot OOC, super chemistry based (specify reason if you’d like) | I love doing ships, HMU I probably already ship it just ask! | I ship really quickly | I autoship or ship within a few interactions** | I mainly RP for the cute  ship fluff or smut |

*Obikin and Anisoka are a big NO-NO to me. Nothing against who ship those, but I don’t feel comfortable with these ships.

** This may be a bit more rare but if I do click well with the mun and we have talked a lot OOC and I like their character and we discussed the dynamics between them beforehand, it can happen!

Smut

| I do NOT do smut at  all (specify reason if you’d like)* | I’m very selective about it | I  only do it on a separate (blog/discord/specify here*) | I mainly only do  asks relating to the subject on Sundays | I I enjoy writing it |

*I’m asexual and sex repulsed so explicit smut is a big NOPE. Although I can write spicier scenes leading up to the act like heavy kissing, making out, undressing, foreplay etc. I can only describe sex scenes if they are kept VAGUE in the details but I only write these kind of scenes with people I am REALLY comfortable with and trust won’t overcome my barriers. I usually prefer fade-to-black. Although I also like some dirty jokes and innuendos for comedy purposes from time to time.

| Mornings 8-10 | Midday 11-1 | Afternoon 2-5 | Evenings 6-8 | Night 9-12 | Ungodly hours of the day 1-onwards | Do you guys keep track of this?

Brazilian timezone: UTC -3

Activity Schedule

|  SUPER slow and sporadic, like once a month or so | Slow and sporadic  week long gaps between activity | Bi-weeklyish activity | Weekly  activity (specify if there’s a certain time you have school/work/etc.  off that you are most active) | Daily activity | I’m online nearly all  the time |

Starters

| I don’t do starter calls | I want to do starter calls but often don’t have time | I do selective calls (specify) | I  don’t do calls, but always fee free to ask me for one! I do starter  calls rarely/regularly/often |

I do want to make calls but they can be a bit difficult for me to get into, depends on my mood. I’ll very rarely make calls, so memes are actually a better approach.

AUs

| I don’t do AUs | My blog is an AU but  outside of that I don’t do them | I sometimes do them but only with a  lot of plotting | I have a couple of AUs already feel free to request  them! | I have AUs coming out of my ears please interact with them! | I  love making AUs HMU to plot if you think of one! | There are some AUs I  won’t do (specify here) |

I’m literally an AU slut, please please please, interact with them! I can also make new AUs anytime, I absolutely LOVE them, give me all them AUs

Crossovers

| I  don’t do crossovers (specify reason if you’d like) | I’m selective with  crossovers (specify reason if you’d like) | I love crossovers! |

OMG yes please, give me the crossovers (ESPECIALLY MARVEL/MCU ONES OMFG PLEASE) they can be a lot of fun! Of course, some fandoms need more plotting/discussing to work with but I’m very open to crossovers, I love them! Only fandoms I will not accept crossovers from are: MLP, Hazbin Hotel, FNaF, The Simpsons, South Park, Family Guy, Yu-Gi-Oh* (*for personal reasons, I still love the series but I’m completely cut off from the fandom nowadays due to bad experiences in the past)

[nimata-beroya]

Prompts Are Now Open

As I said a few weeks ago, October is a month away and most people think of Halloween, but creators are thinking of something else. For us, it's a month for challenging our muses and come with new content. Historically, started as Inktober for artists to do art, but through time, it expanded to fic writing and other creative endeavors as well, and different theme-based challenges were created. So, this year, I decided to do my personal mix-themed writing exercise for Star Wars.

I took the prompts from @whumptober2021, @flufftober2021, @angstober (using prompts from 2020), and kinktober2021 on Twitter. If you want to participate in any of the individual (or all) challenges, check their blogs you'll find the complete info.

There are some prompts that I have already figured out what to do with them. The others, well, I thought it'd be nice to give something to my followers and the fandom in general, so this is your opportunity to request a short fic from me.

Send me an ask with:

A category (Fluff, angst, kink, or whump). MINORS PLEASE ABSTAIN FROM REQUESTING 18+ CONTENT. IF I FIND OUT YOU DID, I'LL BLOCK YOU AND THE PROMPT WON'T BE FULFILLED.

A prompt number

if you want it to be platonic or romantic

The character(s) (including if it's x reader)

♦ For x reader, tell me which pronoun and/or nickname (instead of y/n) you prefer

♦ For kinky prompts, tell me who's top/bottom

Some rules

I'm comfortable writing m/f, m/m, f/f. Also, any rating obviously.

But I do not write underage sex or incest (including clonecest). Neither I write romantic Master x padawan

Prompts that are strikethrough are already requested or I chose them myself

You can do more than one request. Also, you can combine prompts from the different lists or days (eg: whump 6 + angst 21, fluff 1 & 15). In that case, I'll split the fic into as many parts as the prompts given.

All the fics will be cross-posted on AO3 and Tumblr in October on their corresponding day.

A request might not be fulfilled if there's a conflict with the day of publication of another. If both are a single prompt, I'll choose the one that inspires my muse more.

The exception to the rule above is if one request or more has multiple prompts in it, and one of those prompts is of an available day.

The rest of the unfulfilled requests might be published later in November, but I don't guarantee it. Most likely, they won't be.

However, the earliest you prompt me, the faster I start working on it, and the more likely is to be the one posted. So don't wait until the last minute. Flood my inbox with requests 😉

If you want the fic to be gifted in Ao3, include your pseud/URL in your request.

These are the shows that I'm more inclined to write about (You can suggest any characters/pairing from them, barring the ones banned for the rules above)

The Mandalorian

Rebels

The Bad Batch

The Clone Wars

All prompt lists below the cut

Whump prompts

Day 1 ~ “You Have To Let Go”

Day 2 ~ Choking I Gagged

Day 3 ~ Taunting | Insults

Day 4 ~ Taken Hostage

Day 5 (Alt 6) ~ Head Injury

Day 6 ~Bruises

Day 7 ~ Blindness

Day 8 ~ Pneumothorax

Day 9 ~ Presumed Dead

Day 10 ~ Flare-up

Day 11 ~ Dehydration

Day 12 ~ Torture

Day 13 ~ Burns | Cauterization

Day 14 ~ Crush Injuries

Day 15 ~ Delirium | Fever Dreams

Day 16 ~ Scars

Day 17 ~ Hemorrhage

Day 18 ~ CPR

Day 19 ~ Bitten

Day 20 ~ Trapped Underwater

Day 21 ~ Bleeding Thru The Bandages

Day 22 ~ Cursed | Demon possession

Day 24 ~ Self-induced Injuries To Escape

Day 25 ~ Escape

Day 26~ Fallen

Day 28 ~ Nightmares

Day 29 ~ Overworked

Day 30 ~ Left For Dead

Day 31 (Alt 14) ~ Battlefield

(Source)

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Fluff prompt

Day 1 ~ Winning a Teddy for the Other. 

Day 2 ~ Sneaking Out Together

Day 3 ~ Lazy Sundays

Day 4 ~ Sparklers & Fireworks

Day 7 ~ Meddling Friends

Day 8 ~ Cooking Lessons

Day 9 ~ Text Messages

Day 10 ~ Pillow Fight

Day 12 ~ Sleepy Kiss

Day 13~ Pillow Talk

Day 15~ Slow Dancing

Day 16 ~ Falling Asleep Together

Day 17 ~ Domestic Fluff

Day 19 ~ Flowers

Day 20 ~ Secret Crush

Day 21 ~ Knuckle Kiss

Day 22 ~ Flirting at Work

Day 23 ~ Hold Me in Your Arms

Day 24 ~ Caught in the Rain

Day 25 ~ Cuddling & Snuggling

Day 28 ~ Soothing Baths

Day 29 ~ Up Against the Wall Kiss

Day 30 ~ Fall Asleep in My Lap

(Source)

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Angst prompts

Day 1: "I Did It For You”

Day 2: Stolen

Day 3: Memory Loss

Day 4: Graveyard

Day 6: Nightmares Come Alive

Day 7: Skeleton

Day 8: Mist

Day 9: Ghosts

Day 10: Poisoning

Day 12: Disaster

Day 13: Traitor

Day 14: Insult

Day 15: Cold

Day 16: Smoke

Day 17: Separation

Day 18: Condemned

Day 19: Embrace

Day 20: Deception

Day 22: Shadows

Day 24: Damaged

Day 26: Fallen

Day 28: Whisper

Day 30: Trapped

Day 31: Monster

(Source)

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(⚠️ NSFW Warning ⚠️ MINORS GO AWAY ⚠️)

Kinky prompts

Spanking (day 2)

Petplay (day 3)

Cockwarming (day 4)

Collaring (day 4)

Panties/Lingerie (day5)

Double Penetration (mouth&vag, anal&vag, anal&mouth) (day 7)

Sensory Deprivation (day 8)

Temperature Play (day 10)

Impact Play (day 12)

Sadomasochism (day 13)

Praise Kink (day 15)

Stripping (day 17)

Orgasm Denial (day 18)

Master/slave (day 19)

Masturbation (day 22)

Knifeplay (day 23)

Pregnancy (day 24)

Sex Toys (day 24)

Breathplay (day 25)

Waxplay (day 26)

Pegging (day 27)

Deepthroating/Facesitting (day 28)

(Source)

[illinoisadventures]

General RP style and preferences

Repost, don’t reblog. Bold what applies. Strikethrough what does not. Elaborate on any points you’d like with a *

Please be honest, we all want to find the people who work best with how we RP.

____

Types of RP / How I do threads

| I don’t I just do whatever is on my dash when I’m online | Mainly asks | I do little short things mostly | I do my threads on discord | Long running threads that slowly build upon the muses | * I prefer to do things that are long running and slowly build upon the muses

Plotting Preferences

| Wing it | Get a general idea ooc and then run with it & plot further if need be | Long expansive thought out story arcs |

Type of threads I do / Prefer

| Oneliners only | Whatever dash shenanigans I’m online for | Para or Mulit para | Literal Novels | *Usually a mix for what fits, paragraphs through novels

Reply Speed for Threads & Consistency & Keeping threads

| I lose threads all the time & don’t usually get back to them | I tend to lose threads but please tell me if I have and I’ll reply!* It’s usually because I’m waiting for some talk on it or for other person to be ready| I drop threads pretty easily | I’m really slow but I WILL get back to you | I reply on a schedule/queue (specify if you’d like) | I usually reply within a week* sometimes, but I’ll let you know if I get busy | I reply every day | I reply almost instantly* Depends | *Usually the every day one

Romantic or sexual ships

| I don’t do these ships (specify reason if you would like) | I’m not against them happening but it is not the main point of my blog | All ships will have to be super slow burn & discussed a lot OOC, super chemistry based (I can do one off threads, but I usually like it to have some ground. Such as with how Illinois is Demisexual, that requires more then a meeting or two for him for an actual romance thread.) | I love doing ships, HMU I probably already ship it just ask! | I ship really quickly | I autoship or ship within a few interactions | I mainly RP for the cute ship fluff or smut |

Smut

| I do NOT do smut at all (specify reason if you’d like) | I’m very selective about it | I only do it on a separate (blog/discord/specify here) | I mainly only do asks relating to nfw headcanons on Sundays | I write it a medium amount | I write it all the time and love to |

Active hours [PST]

| Mornings 8-10 | Midday 11-1 | Afternoon 2-5 | Evenings 6-8 | Night 9-12 | Ungodly hours of the day 1-onwards | Who knows

Activity Schedule

| SUPER slow and sporadic, like once a month or so | Slow and sporadic week long gaps between activity | Bi-weeklyish activity | Weekly activity (specify if there’s a certain time you have school/work/etc. off that you are most active) | Daily activity | I’m online nearly all the time |

Starters

| I don’t do starter calls | I want to do starter calls but often don’t have time | I do selective calls (Like to talk ooc first) | I don’t do calls, but always fee free to ask me for one! I do starter calls rarely |

AUs

| I don’t do AUs | My blog is an AU but outside of that I don’t do them | I sometimes do them but only with a lot of plotting | I have a couple of AUs already feel free to request them! | I have AUs coming out of my ears please interact with them! | I love making AUs HMU to plot if you think of one! | There are some AUs I won’t do (specify here) |

Crossovers

| I don’t do crossovers (specify reason if you’d like) | I’m selective with crossovers (just ask!) | I love crossovers! |

[ikkaku-of-heart]

THINGS I’D LIKE MY RP PARTNERS TO KNOW

tagged by: @umbrx

tagging: @shambledsurgeon, @penguin-of-the-heart, @sicklesandscythes, @rubidusmagnet, @shibonzakura, @castaris and @asongfromtheheart

» I like to be called: 

Anubis

» One  thing you should know about me:

I’m generally pretty friendly but I’m not always great at reaching out first (especially with DMs) unless I have a specific idea that I think would appeal to my partner or if I’ve really gotten to know the mun. Also while I’m happy to do angst, I do generally prefer knowing that there will be a happy ending for the characters eventually.

» Things you should know about rping with my character(s): 

She’s super loyal and protective of Law and her crew, has heard all the quips about the uniform so don’t bother, flirtatious, snarky, intelligent, inventive, comes from an island filled with eldritch horror mythos, charismatic, bisexual, highly values the people she regards as friends, a mix between sunny and morbid, knows machines in and out, is a little bit of a mad scientist sometimes

» Age range: 

under 13 | 14–17 | 18–22 | 23–25 | 26–29 | 30+ | 40+ | 70+ (I’m assuming this is my age but I’m cool with RPing with anyone over 18)

» Okay with nsfw?:

Yes, though I’m not huge on gore and gratuitous torture most of the time. Smut I typically do with people I feel I have chemistry with though anyone can send in sexual Sunday asks - whether or not I’ll answer will vary of course. I do try to put smutty/risque NSFW stuff under a banner and Read More, plus I have a special tag for it because I know not everyone is comfortable with that on their dash.

» my favorite/most common thing to rp is: 

angst | fluff | smut | crack | action | plots | AUs | violence | darker themes | canon character | original characters | humor

*Bold for YEAH BABY, Italic for sometimes and strikethrough for I’m bad at it

» rp friendly?:

Of course! It’s what this blog is for though I am semi-selective.

[justacomedy-archived]

General RP style and preferences

Repost, don’t reblog. Bold what applies. Strikethrough what does not. Elaborate on any points you’d like.

Please be honest, we all want to find the people who work best with how we RP.

____

Types of RP / How I do threads

| I don’t I just do whatever is on my dash when I’m online (more so with what I’m feeling at the time in my drafts tbh) | Mainly asks | I do little short things mostly | I do my threads on discord | Long running threads that slowly build upon the muses (I love I’m depth development!) |

Plotting Preferences

| Wing it | Get a general idea ooc and then run with it & plot further if need be | Long expansive thought out story arcs |

Type of threads I do / Prefer

| Oneliners only | Whatever dash shenanigans I’m online for | Para or Mulit para | Literal Novels | (this also depends on my mood, motivation and amount of time to spare.)

Reply Speed for Threads & Consistency & Keeping threads

| I lose threads all the time & don’t usually get back to them | I tend to lose threads but please tell me if I have and I’ll reply! | I drop threads pretty easily (if I lose muse for a thread I drop it) | I’m really slow but I WILL get back to you | I reply on a schedule/queue (sometimes) | I reply every day (when I have a period of high activity I may!) | I reply almost instantly |

Romantic or sexual ships

| I don’t do these ships | I’m not against them happening but it is not the main point of my blog | All ships will have to be super slow burn & discussed a lot OOC, super chemistry based (preferred method but doesn’t have to be super slow burn) | I love doing ships, HMU I probably already ship it just ask! | I ship really quickly | I autoship or ship within a few interactions | I mainly RP for the cute ship fluff or smut |

Smut

| I do NOT do smut at all | I’m very selective about it | I only do it on a separate (blog/discord/specify here) | I mainly only do asks relating to nfw headcanons on Sundays | I write it a medium amount | I write it all the time and love to |

Active hours [EST]

| Mornings 9-10| Midday 11-2 | Afternoon | Evenings 6-8 (sometimes) | Night 9-2 ( weekends mostly) | Who knows

Activity Schedule

| SUPER slow and sporadic, like once a month or so | Slow and sporadic week long gaps between activity | Bi-weeklyish activity | Weekly activity | Daily activity | I’m online nearly all the time | (this depends on wtf is going on in my crazy ass life at the time tbh)

Starters

| I don’t do starter calls | I want to do starter calls but often don’t have time | I do selective calls | I don’t do calls, but always fee free to ask me for one! I do starter calls rarely | (the only time I will not write a starter is if someone approaches me for interaction- I feel like it’s so heir job to write the starter since they initiated interaction in the first place.)

AUs

| I don’t do AUs | My blog is an AU but outside of that I don’t do them | I sometimes do them but only with a lot of plotting | I have a couple of AUs already feel free to request them! | I have AUs coming out of my ears please interact with them! | I love making AUs HMU to plot if you think of one! | There are some AUs I won’t do|

Crossovers

| I don’t do crossovers| I’m selective with crossovers (feel free to request!) | I love crossovers! |

[overclocksaa]

   repost, don’t reblog.    bold what applies.    strikethrough what does not.    italicize what only applies sometimes.    elaborate on any points you’d like with a *.

threads i don’t |  i just write whatever is on my dash when i’m online  |  mainly asks  | some asks |  i mostly write small things  |  i write my threads on disc*rd   |  long running threads that slowly build upon the muses | primarily chronologic replies based on drafts/tracker

* reply time may vary

wing it  |  get a general idea to run with and plot further if need be  |  long expansive thought out story arcs

writing. one - liners only  |  whatever dash shenanigans i’m online for  |  para or multi - para  |  literal novels | healthy mix

thread maintenance. i lose threads all the time/don’t get back to them  |  i tend to lose threads but please tell me if i have and i’ll reply  |  i drop threads pretty easily  | i’m really slow but i will get back to you  |  i reply on a queue |  i usually reply within a week  | i usually reply within a month  |  i reply every day  |  i reply almost instantly | I’m not even logged into this blog every day | I’m not always logged into this blog on mobile

* i work a lot and write when my soul hasn’t been sucked from body because of it.  i’m also less available during the week with the majority of ic content happening during the weekend.

romantic ships. i don’t do these ships  |  ship neutral! they might happen, they might not |  ships will be slow burn and discussed ooc | highly dependent on chemistry  |  i love doing ships / i probably already ship it so just ask  |  i ship really quickly  | i auto - ship or ship within a few interactions  |  i love shipping but only if there’s good chemistry  |  i’m single - ship  |  i have one two main ships and others are less likely  |  it depends on the interaction

* ships with tony require more work than i figure most people probably see as being worth it.  he’s not super good for plug and play shipping.

smut. i do not do smut at all  |  i’m selective about it  |  i only do it on discord  |  i only do it on a side blog  |  i mainly only do asks relating to nsfw meta on sundays  |  i write it a medium amount  |  i write it all the time and love to  |  i am comfortable with foreplay and fade - to - blacks

active hours. mornings from 8 - 10  |  midday from 11 - 1  |  afternoon from 2 - 5 |  evenings from 6 - 8 |  night from 9 - 12  | ungodly hours of the day from 1 - onwards

* i work 8-5 est and clearly can’t sit on my phone so the bulk of my activity waits until i’m home from work.

overall activity. super slow and sporadic  | week - long gaps between activity  |  bi - weekly activity  |  weekly activity |  daily activity  |  i’m online nearly all the time

starters. i don’t do starter calls  |  i want to do starter calls but often don’t have time  | i do selective calls  |  i don’t do calls, but always feel free to ask me for one  |  i do starter calls rarely  /  regularly  /  often  |  i prefer plotting calls

memes. open when they’re on the dash | always open | always selective | ask before sending

* shipping and sexy memes highly selectively answered.

aus. i don’t do aus  |  my blog is an au, but outside of that i don’t do them  |  i sometimes do them, but only with plotting  |  i already have a couple of aus, feel free to request them  |  i have aus coming out of my ears, please interact with them | i love making aus, let me know if you think of one | there are some aus i won’t do

* there are some fandoms i’m just not really interested in tackling (mass effect, tbh, star wars, etc - not because i think they’re dumb but bc i have no interest in an au for it.  also miss me with hydra au anything.

crossovers. do not | selective | love

[muselexum]

GENERAL ROLEPLAY STYLE & PREFERENCES

BOLD: applies to you. ITALICS: only applies to you sometimes. STRIKETHROUGH: does not apply to you. elaborate on any points you’d like with an *

TYPES OF ROLEPLAY / HOW I DO THREADS 

i don’t. i just do whatever is on my dash when i’m online. mainly asks. i do little short things mostly. i do my threads on discord.* long - running threads that slowly build upon the muses.

*I can make certain exceptions to rp on discord, but if possible my preference will always be tumblr.

PLOTTING PREFERENCES

wing it. get a general idea ooc, run with it and plot further if need be. long expansive thought out arcs.

TYPES OF THREADS I DO / PREFER

one - liners only. whatever dash shenanigans i’m online for. para or multi - para. literal novels.

REPLY SPEED FOR THREADS AND CONSISTENCY KEEPING THREADS

i lose threads all the time and usually get back to them. i tend to lose threads but please tell me if i have and i’ll reply. i drop threads pretty quickly. i’m really slow but i will get back to you. i reply on a schedule / queue.* i usually reply within a week. i reply every day. i reply almost instantly.

*I started doing this because of my semi-hiatus, but I will probably keep using queued replies long term as I like the pacing.

ROMANTIC OR SEXUAL SHIPS

i don’t do these ships. i’m not against them happening but it is not the main point of my blog. ships will have to be discussed a lot ooc. super chemistry based. i love doing ships, hmu i probably already ship it so just ask. i ship really quickly. autoship or ship within a few interactions. i mainly rp for the cute ship fluff or angsty smut.

I’m a bit all over the place when it comes to shipping. There are some muses where I can see the potential dynamic of a ship before even interacting, but in most cases I will warm up to the idea after some time is spent developing it.

The biggest thing when it comes to shipping for me is vibing with the other writer. I know this is vague and I apologize for that, but that’s how I can describe it. If we’re on the same page and most of all if we have similar writing styles, I will be much more inclined to ship. I can’t get myself interested if our writing styles or lengths do not match. OOC communication when it comes to shipping is big for me too. If we don’t engage much ooc and discuss our characters together, the ship itself falls a bit flat to me.

SMUT

i do not do smut at all. i’m very selective about it. i only do it on a separate blog / on discord. i mainly only do asks relating to nsfw headcanons on sundays. i write it a medium amount. i write it all the time and love to. i am comfortable with foreplay and fade - to - blacks but nothing further.

I am completely okay with smut, but I can also get insecure about my smut writing so I tend to be selective with who I write these kinds of threads with. 

When it comes to smut ASKS, I am much less-selective as I treat these as drabble opportunities. I am okay with pretty much anyone sending in smut memes when I reblog them, however I can’t guarantee I will continue the interaction beyond the ask.

I am also okay with exploring most smut themes but because I don’t want to accidentally overstep someone’s boundaries, I am now making it a MUST that we discuss dark or kinkier scenarios beforehand. This is simply a measure to ensure that we’re both on the same page on what the scene is. It personally takes a lot of trust and vulnerability on my end to explore these themes with another writer, and the idea of upsetting an rp partner by mistaking their boundaries is legitimately a nightmare to me.

ACTIVE HOURS

mornings, 8 – 10. midday, 11 – 1. afternoon, 2 – 5. evenings, 6 – 8. night, 9 – 12. ungodly hours of the day, 1 – onwards.

ACTIVITY SCHEDULE

super slow and sporadic, like once a month or so. slow and sporadic, week - long gaps between activity. bi - weekly ish. weekly activity. daily activity.* i’m online nearly all the time. (on mobile)

*I tend to pop in at least once a day just to check up on things, but I will not always reply to messages etc. 

STARTERS

i don’t do starter calls. i want to do starter calls but often don’t have time. i do selective calls. i don’t do calls but always feel free to ask me for one. i post calls rarely, regularly, often.

I don’t do starter calls because I’m uncreative and tend to write similar scenarios for everyone over and over again. If you want to start an interaction hmu ooc or send in any ask meme I’ve reblogged. :)

AUS

i don’t do aus. my blog is an au but outside of that i don’t do them. i sometimes do them but only with a lot of plotting. i have a couple of aus already, feel free to request them. i have aus coming out of my ears, please interact with them. i love making aus, hmu to plot if you think of one. there are some aus i won’t do.

I have quite a few canon-divergent muses so I guess they’re technically AUs, but other than that I am not big on them anymore.

CROSSOVERS

i don’t do crossovers. i’m selective with crossovers. i love crossovers.

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GENERAL ROLEPLAY STYLE & PREFERENCES

BOLD    :    applies  to  you.     ITALICS    :    only  applies  to  you  sometimes.     STRIKETHROUGH    :    does  not  apply  to  you.     elaborate  on  any  points  you’d  like  with  an  *

TYPES  OF  ROLEPLAY    /    HOW  I  DO  THREADS:   i  don’t.    i  just  do  whatever  is  on  my  dash  when  i’m  online.    mainly  asks.    i  do  little  short  things  mostly.    i  do  my  threads  on  discord.    long - running  threads  that  slowly  build  upon  the  muses.

PLOTTING  PREFERENCES:    wing  it.    get  a  general  idea  ooc, run  with  it  and   plot  further  if  need  be.    long  expansive  thought  out  arcs.

TYPES  OF  THREADS  I  DO  /  PREFER:    one - liners  only.    whatever  dash  shenanigans  i’m  online  for.    para  or  multi - para.    literal  novels.

REPLY  SPEED  FOR  THREADS  AND  CONSISTENCY  KEEPING  THREADS:    i  lose  threads  all  the  time  and  usually  get  back  to  them.    i  tend  to  lose  threads  but  please  tell  me  if  i  have  and  i’ll  reply.   i  drop  threads  pretty  quickly.    i’m  really  slow  but  i  will  get  back  to  you.    i  reply  on  a  schedule  /  queue.   i  usually  reply  within  a  week.    i  reply  every  day.    i  reply  almost  instantly.

* ROMANTIC  OR  SEXUAL  SHIPS:   i  don’t  do  these  ships.    i’m  not  against  them  happening  but  it  is  not  the  main  point  of  my  blog.    ships  will  have  to  be  discussed  a  lot  ooc.   super  chemistry  based.   i  love  doing  ships,  hmu  i  probably  already  ship  it  so  just  ask.   i  ship  really  quickly.   autoship  or  ship  within  a  few  interactions.    i  mainly  rp  for  the  cute  ship  fluff  or  angsty  smut.

** SMUT:    i  do  not  do  smut  at  all.    i’m  very  selective  about  it.    i  only  go  it  on  a  separate  blog  /  on  discord.    i  mainly  only  do  asks  relating  to  nsfw  headcanons  on  sundays.    i  write  it  a  medium  amount.    i  write  it  all  the  time  and  love  to.    i  am  comfortable  with  foreplay  and  fade - to - blacks  but  nothing  further.

ACTIVE  HOURS:   mornings,  8  –  10.    midday,  11  –  1.    afternoon,  2  –  5.    evenings,  6  –  8.    night,  9  –  12.    ungodly  hours  of  the  day,  1  –  onwards.

ACTIVITY  SCHEDULE:   super  slow  and  sporadic,  like  once  a  month  or  so.    slow  and  sporadic,  week - long  gaps  between  activity.    bi - weekly  ish.    weekly  activity.    daily  activity.    i’m  online  nearly  all  the  time.

STARTERS:    i  don’t  do  starter  calls.    i  want  to  do  starter  calls  but  often  don’t  have  time.    i  do  selective  calls.    i  don’t  do  calls  but  always  feel  free  to  ask  me  for  one.    i  post  calls  rarely,  regularly,  often.

AUS:   i  don’t  do  aus.    my  blog  is  an  au  but  outside  of  that  i  don’t  do  them.    i  sometimes  do  them  but  only  with  a  lot  of  plotting.    i  have  a  couple  of  aus  already,  feel  free  to  request  them.    i  have  aus  coming  out  of  my  ears,  please  interact  with  them.   i  love  making  aus,  hmu  to  plot  if  you  think  of  one.    there  are  some  aus  i  won’t  do.

CROSSOVERS:    i  don’t  do  crossovers.    i’m  selective  with  crossovers.   i  love  crossovers.

* Romantic / sexual ships:

1. I have been becoming a lot more selective with them recently because I've been getting the energy from - actually - quite some former mutuals before who wanted to ship with R solely because of their previous main faceclaim ( D.an S.tevens ) and / or of their ' soft uwu ' personality when they're obviously more than their faceclaim and ONE side of them, and now especially because I changed their main faceclaim to a more... I don’t know for a lack of better word but??? iconic??? figure ( S.hane M.adej ), I'm a lot more wary with who I interact with just in general. If I get a slightest sense that someone is interested with R in general more because of their faceclaim and / or only that one softest uwu part of their personality, I’m fucking booting them out instantly.

2. I talked about this before that a lot of my mutuals were supportive about ( not in terms of shipping but in general ) but I had noticed recently that I have a LOT of issues with communicating with literally everyone on this site because I have trouble forming and sensing connections with people I interact with here and in real life when I had been constantly fucked over by a lot of former friends and partners outside of the rpc and the fewest former mutuals who I DID manage to somehow connect so well with - something would go wrong in the end so I'm quite emotionally distant despite my usual cheerful demeanor. I say this because I am fully aware out of character communication is a very important aspect to shipping ( as it is in roleplay general, but there’s a thing where people would expect more communication when it comes to shipping than general dynamics, at least in my own personal opinion ), so this is more of a warning that I’m very quiet on my end if you ever want to ship with me. I rarely set up a shipping call or suggest a ship because of this as I don’t want to disappoint anyone lmfao, but, don’t be shy to ask me if you want to ship because there’s a chance I’d be on the same boat!

** Smut:

I actually have never written smut with and for ( via prompts ) anyone before, so I don’t really know where my line of comfort is when it comes to writing it, but I am more than okay with having out of character communication about our muses’ sexual interests and whatnot!