#the day after tomorrow fanfic

[gyllenhaalstuff]

Hmmm…I can’t think of a plot sorry- buttt what about doing a Sam Hall ( The day after tomorrow) fanfic? He’s very underrated imo :D

Agreed, very underrated. I hope this is up your alley, sorry about the overall filth.

First Time

- Sam Hall ᯓᡣ𐭩

Summary: You’re ready to take the next step with your boyfriend Sam and one night you finally have the guts to bring it up.

Warnings: Overall very sweet, loss of virginity, both are very needy and awkward, established relationship, handjob, fingering, piv sex (protected this time who cheered).

Word count: 1881

Notes: Sam seems like such a sweetheart I had to write him as one.

All characters are 18+

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Your boyfriend Sam was a very sweet, thoughtful guy. You really liked him. You studied together, went to the movies, and played games on his Switch. This was all fun, but you wanted more.

Of course you had had some steamy makeout sessions. You’d replay those moments in your head over and over. His hand on the small of your back, his shaky breaths, the way he hardened beneath your hips.

You hoped this was as torturous for him too. Because at this point you’d have him anywhere, anytime. And you were prepared for it too. Two condoms sat in your wallet; you had researched how to give a good handjob and how to give a good blowjob and how much to shave and what underwear to wear.

You were spending the night at Sam’s house. A Mario Kart grand prix had ended in a wrestle match on his bed. Eventually you won, pinning his hands above his head. “Ha! I win again,” you laugh. “Oh, shut up,” Sam bickered back before you kissed him. Not in a hey-take-your-clothes-off-and-fuck-me-into-next-week way, just in a normal, sweet, and loving way. He kissed you back, and it didn’t take long until you were back in a usual makeout session, but you wanted to bring your wishes up.

His lips parted for you, and his hands rested lightly on your waist. You ground your hips down on him, and his breath caught in his throat. You broke the kiss and spoke, “Hey, Sam?” He looked up at you; he almost looked nervous. “Yeah, what’s up?” His hand stroked your arm that you held yourself up on, making the hairs stand up. “I want more,” you mumbled. The actual words seemed too big, too intimidating. “You want to kiss more?” Sam asked, still not completely sure where this was headed, though he definitely got some hopes up. 

You sat straight up, straddling him. “No, I want more of you,” you paused and tried to muster up the courage, “I want to… you know?” This was harder than you anticipated. Sam just smiled at you; his hopes had gotten confirmed. “You wanna have sex?” He tried his best to look unbothered, which he did a terrible job at. You smiled back and hid your face in your hands, nodded, and laid down on his chest.

Sam stroked your back and did his best to ignore his blood rushing to his groin. “We can do that,” he said softly, “but I can’t guarantee I’ll be any good at it.” You picked up your head, your cheeks flushed, and looked at his boyish grin. “Me neither.”

You leaned in and kissed him again, more passionately this time. Your hands fumbled and groped at each other, exploring and unsure. “Should we…?” Sam said hesitantly, tugging at the hem of your shirt. “Yeah, sure,” you nodded and removed your t-shirt, exposing your bralette that you definitely didn’t pick out just in case.

You were about to lean in again when Sam pushed you back up to get a better look. His mouth was agape and eyes wide. “You’re gorgeous,” he mumbled before daring to put one of his hands over the lace. Noticing his nervousness, you put your hand over his, squeezing it. “I’m not made of glass, you know,” you joked, trying to lighten the tension. You got a chuckle in return. Sam was too busy to speak. How could he focus on anything else but your tits?

Growing frustrated, you unclasped the bra hook and let the straps fall down. Sam removed the fabric with his hand and a shaky breath left him. “Jesus Christ.” He groped you more confidently and rolled your nipple between his fingers, making a small sound escape your lips, and he thought he was going to cum right then and there. “You’re so pretty,” he said, looking up at you for the first time in a bit. “You too,” you let him know.

You grabbed the hem of his shirt and raised an eyebrow at him, to which he nodded eagerly. You threw his navy blue t-shirt on the floor and laid your body against his. The feeling of your tits against his warm skin was unmatched (so far at least). When you pressed your lips against his again, he placed his hands, less carefully now, on your hips. He had never touched you like that before; it was more eager, harder. 

He pushed your hips down against him, and you could feel his cock through his clothes. The thought of him getting turned on because of you made your head spin. It also made you moan into his mouth, which earned you a buck of his hips.

You sat up and ran your hands down to the button of his pants. “I wanna see you. If you want to?” you said, not wanting to push. “Please.” He almost looked drunk; his face was flushed and his lips were swollen. You unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Sam raised his hips, helping you pull them off.

Your clit grew its own heartbeat seeing him so exposed. His white underwear almost looked transparent, and the outline of his cock was clear. You gave him a reassuring smile, meaning, Well, this isn't bad at all. 

Your fingers ran up his length before playing with the hem of his boxers. Before you could ask him if you could, he nodded at you to go ahead. You pulled them off and took in the view, which made Sam more nervous than ever. “Say something,” he said after a second and laughed nervously. “I honestly didn’t know what to expect, but you didn’t let me down,” you wrapped your unsure fist around him, “I’m pleased.” Sam breathed out a sigh of relief, which got interrupted by your hand twisting around him up and down. It wasn’t as experienced as his own, but it was yours.

“Spit on it. Makes it easier,” he suggested, not to make you feel embarrassed, just to help you out. You obliged and spit on his tip before smearing it around with your hand. Sam shuddered beneath you as your soft palm stroked him. Quiet moans spilled out when you squeezed his tip. You caught on, setting a moderate pace and heightening the pressure as you made your way up. 

Sam didn’t know what to do; the situation was overwhelming, and his heart was about to beat out of his chest. He sat up and grabbed your hand. “Wait a second,” he huffed, trying to catch his breath. “You alright?” Sam nodded, “I’m just trying to take it all in.” You got scared you crossed a line before he spoke again. “We should switch.” Your eyes widened a bit. “Only if you want.” Now this was unknown territory. None of the guides mentioned this. “I wouldn’t have asked otherwise,” he smiled and sat up beside you and patted the sheets for you to lie down.

Sam peeled off the rest of your clothes after getting a green light. He had done some research of his own. Of course he had; he just never told you about it. His curious fingers spread your folds and ran up your slit. Your thighs shuddered once he reached your clit. He prayed to God he was in the right spot and pressed it lightly to really confirm. When he heard a whine from above, he knew. He concentrated on making small, circular movements, wanting you to feel appreciated and taken care of.

You didn’t have the mind to ask where he learned this; in fact, your mind felt completely blank. Your breathing came in sharp inhales and whiny exhales. Sam’s fingers entering you didn’t exactly make you quiet down, but instead you hummed and moaned with each curl of his determined fingers. The way you hugged his digits made him want to jump your bones immediately, but this was too good to end just now.

He upped his speed slightly, angling his fingers up towards your pelvis to hit your spot with each thrust. His other hand made use of its thumb, placing it against your clit and massaging it. “I can’t—I’m close,” you stammered as your thighs clenched and shook. Sam looked up at you, with a stupidly proud smile on his face. “Go on, c’mon, honey.”

His words paired with his hands pushed you over the edge, and your walls clamped around his fingers. He watched in awe as you writhed there in his bed. He knew he’d never sleep in it again without thinking back on this, this moment playing like a broken record in his mind.

You caught your breath and reached over to your bag on the floor, bringing out your wallet. You pulled a condom out and held it out to Sam. “You came prepared,” he teased and grabbed it. You blushed and watched him open it with his teeth before rolling on the condom. You laid back on the pillows with your legs on either side of him. Sam settled between your thighs and teased you with his cock, letting it bump against your clit and circle around your opening.

“You ready?” Sam made sure before slowly pushing into you. His hands rested on either side of you, holding himself up. He hissed as you enveloped him, placing his forehead against yours, eyes closed shut. You breathed through your mouth, through the slight pain. You didn’t think of it at the time, but in hindsight, he was blessed in that region. He pulled out before pushing himself back in, kissing you as he did.

He kept his slow pace until you breathed out, “faster.” To which he sat back on his heels, grabbed your thighs, and thrust into you. You moaned in pleasure as he fucked you. Though lovemaking might be a more appropriate word since he kept his gaze on your face, noticing and adjusting after every wince and moan that escaped your lips.

Sam’s brown hair was a mess by now, tousled and almost covering his eyes. He pressed kisses to your knees, worried you felt uncomfortable. Though, you definitely didn’t; in fact, you were on cloud 9. His mind seemed to slip away as he neared his orgasm; he groaned with each thrust and tightened his grip on your thighs.

The sight you were met with when he came was unreal. His mouth hung open, his eyebrows were furrowed, his eyes were closed shut, and the sounds of his choked moans made your stomach swirl. Once his soul reentered his body, he smiled lovingly at you. He pulled out, took off the condom, tied it up, and threw it in the trash before leaning in close to you, brushing your hair behind your ears, and kissing you softly. 

Sam laid down beside you and hugged you. His soft lips met your forehead, and his arms squeezed around your torso. “Was it good for you too?” He asked. You smiled at the ‘too.’. He liked it. “It was,” you nuzzled into his neck, “really good.”

You had never slept as well as you did that night, in Sam’s arms, under his now dirty duvet. The whole room smelled like sex and him, and you couldn’t imagine any place you’d rather be.

[sxeraphfic]

watching the day after tomorrow and mourning that we never got spiderman jake gyllenhaal dude he would’ve been perfect

[femininomen0n]

It's not pall mall, but I hope you enjoy this ficlet nonetheless, @brynnne! Thank you so much for your patience while my life spiraled into insanity and I lost the will for anything creative 😅

Read below the cut or on AO3!

Everything was a game, to Eloise. Everything was a competition. Theo knew this like he knew the cool metal of the press against his palm, like he knew the rough hew of every board in their flat, like he knew the weight of her words on a page.

Apparently it was an inherited trait.

“Cheat,” the Viscount hissed, snatching up the card from where it lay on the table.

Opposite him, Hyacinth’s face glowed red. “I am not.”

“Anthony, calm yourself. It is only a game,” the Viscountess–the younger one–soothed, pressing a hand to her husband’s shoulder.

He leant back, some of the tension draining from his posture. “As I recall, you called me a ‘buffoon’ last week when you narrowly beat me at chess.” He took care to enunciate narrowly but rushed through beat, as though the very concept was an offence.

“I was right, wasn’t I?” she responded, the set of her smile proud and pleased. Like Eloise’s, he realized, even with no blood relation.

The others clustered around the table met her joke with appreciative laughter, their jocularity drawing everything and everyone tight together here in the center of the drawing room.

Beside him, Eloise’s leg trembled faintly, harmonising.

“What do you think?” she asked, pitching her voice low so only he could hear.

For a moment they were eighteen again. She was offering him a speech written in her own hand, the set of her mouth firm as she looked past him, as though she expected to be teased for caring at all. The contours of her jaw and the fill of her cheek betrayed her present age, but yes, there was that version of her—it was in Eloise’s hands, twisting in her lap; it was in her gaze, as intense as ever, even as she failed to meet his eye.

What was new was the ring that sat on her fourth finger and glinted in the sunlight. What was new was Theo next to her in the drawing room of Aubrey Hall, still a little dazed, incredibly–miraculously–welcomed into the fold. What was new was sitting here, beside Eloise, and having almost everything he had ever wanted–for himself, for her, for them together.

He nodded toward the scene in front of them, at the game still being played out. “Our turn next?” he said simply; it was half-question and half-statement.

The brilliance of her grin then could last him the rest of his life–not that it had to.

[x-gon-give-it]

WHOOO!

If all goes well, expect an update for “Wade Wilson’s Guide to Studying Your Spider” tomorrow!

I’ve just got a couple more edits to go and that baby will be ready for posting! 🥳🥳

[strawberrryangel]

today was a good day! *collapses into bed and sobs uncontrollably*

[kanene-yaaay]

Silver and Silk (Tickletober - Day 2)

Kanene's notes: Uhhhhh not gonna lie, this one was very difficult to me jhgfdfgh the only other damnei I know is Tian Guan Ci Fu and I don't really feel secure enough of their personalities to write them so I am not v satisfied with this fic kjhgfrdfghjk but well! It was worth a shot, let's go! :D

Day 2- "Chase" (From Tickletober) and "Danmei Crossover" (from MXTXtober

Warnings: Some insect tickling, besides that, nothing I can think of. Ticklish!Lan Xichen. Around 2.000 words.

[~*~]

Lan Xichen answered the call. As he should, as he always did. He smiled and thanked the juniors for leading him to the place and dismissed them. It was an old house, well loved and well taken care of, but that exhaled such a powerful energy that it made Lan Shizui apprehensive as he reported his latest mission to him.  As one of the most capable cultivators to deal with curses and their cleaning, he went to investigate.

Walking around it, across the nearby terrain, he couldn’t find anything related with resentful energy, no traps or alarms. The only sparks of energy came from inside of the house and so Lan Xichen began making his way to it. It didn’t really felt dangerous, but if all the cursed, strongest artifacts felt so, their work would be much easier. It always paid off to be careful and diligent.

He prepared his xiao and opened the door.

… Something was watching him.

Even with the sunny day outside, the interior of the house was cold, the prickling feeling that the thing that was in this place was plentiful aware of his existence. Sparkles of silver began splatting the further corner of the room. Taking Liebling to his lips, Lan Xichen began playing a calming song, one that talked about his intentions, about peace and about moving on, even if his heart arched a bit with each note, being exposed could be a well sharpened sword.

The feeling that the place got a little warmer wasn’t ignored as he stepped closer to the artifact, the sunlight coming from a window and illuminating what seemed to be a long string of white fabric that was adorned by multiples silver butterflies extremely similar to the ones used for communication by the Jin Sect. One of them shot quickly in his direction, barely giving him time to dodge. More and more got up from the fabric and followed the first lead and suddenly he saw himself surrounded by them from all sides.

It was not safe to draw his sword. Powerful artifact could easily connect through weapons to the yielder’s qi and, if it was not strong enough to chase it away, his core could get easily drained, only making the artifact stronger. Lan Xichen could feel how much older they were, being here much much earlier than his birth, it would be no good to make this bet.

At the same time, as much as the house was cozy, it was small and his maneuvers were being impacted. With decision, he ran back to the yard, dozens of butterflies flying right after him, throwing themselves at his face, arms, trying to reach anywhere they could touch. Twirling, jumping, contorning himself in anyway he could to not be harmed, Lan Xichen began infusing more qi to his song, the calming, reassuring song becoming more insistent, more direct.

In between the dance of white of his own robes, he didn’t realize as a part of it became astray and flew to his direction, only realizing his mistake as one end clung to his wrists, tying them up to his chest, forcing the song to end before he could . 

Lan Xichen ceased his movements as the butterflies stopped mid-air. In sync, Liebling and Shuoyue began vibrating. His eyes widened as the cloth began vibrating in a slightly different tune. His breath caught. It was tempering with his weapons. He could use Liebling and, with a quick, strong push of qi and a precise enough sound he could try to cut the fabric, but if it took ahold of them, he didn’t think he would’ve time enough to even send a signal for help.

Then, all the three of them went quiet. The cold that had been clinging to his skin disappeared. The butterflies continued to fly on the same place, not attacking further. One of the ends of the cloth freed itself and turned in his direction. Lan Xichen felt strangely seen.

Perhaps it was sentient?

He didn’t had much more to lose.

“Can you understand me?”

The fabric tilted in what seemed a nod, got closer. He tried to not think too much about it wrapping on his neck and giving him a quick end. Usually, he was well attuned to intentions of artifacts and until now there hadn’t been any stronger push of vindication towards him, still, they did attack. Maybe it was well hidden.

“I apologize for trespassing into your home, it was rude of me.” True. Of course, announcing his presence would be absurd and he would do exactly the same if he were to repeat the ambushing, but he can acknowledge his lack of manners on it. Especially if it could led him to understand better the object in front of him. “I am Lan Huan, courtesy name Xichen.” The fabric tilted downwards and poked his sleeve, attention no longer held in him. Lan Xichen couldn’t say if this was a good or bad sign. Was it offended for his white robes and looking for an equal sentient path of fabric? Or was it offended?

“I came in the name of the Gusu Lan Sect, as their Sect Leader.” He felt silly explaining it. His sect was one of the Grand Four, anyone would look at his forehead ribbon, his guan and know exactly who he was and where did he came from. He had no way of knowing if this artifact was alive before his clan was even formed, however. “And I do not wish to bring harm. There were reports of a powerful force being found in this home, so I thought it was wise to investigate.”

The butterflies began circling him, flying with no hurry and fluttering their wings in the sunlight, which made him tense. However, the grip around his wrists loosened and the fabric appeared once more in front of him, bouncing twice before turning from one side to another. Lan Xichen hummed in the same tone Wangji did when there was a social cue he should step in but decided not to. Both affirming and denying, neutral enough to pass.

It seemed enough. With the corner of his eye he could see a braver butterfly getting even more closer to his side, almost behind him. As the end of the white silk shot up to into its direction, it brushed softly on his neck.

Maybe it was the adrenaline. The anticipation that has been following him all along.

Lan Xichen giggled.

And felt the silk and butterflies stop and stare directly at him, the still tingly, tickly sensation dancing all across his neck since he couldn’t even use his hands to rub it away.

Another brush. This time more purposeful, curious, deliberate scratching the soft fabric on the skin. Xichen squeaked and widened his eyes. 

The butterflies got closer.

Lan Xichen ran.

Trees and blurs of colors passed in flashes of light. He kept his breath controlled as he dodged each obstacle, not wanting to overdo and feel exhausted so soon. He jumped, dodged, made sudden turns and twists in the hope of distracting them away. Huffs and puffs of snickers still spilled from his lips as the fabric still clung to him, teasing his control with prodding and soft brushes across his neck. His steps continued trying to escape, even if everytime he looked behind and saw the sea of silver following him he felt the giggles getting harder to control and the silk double its efforts to make him stumble. He snorted at a particularly bad scratching under his chin.

It was wise to keep running around the forest, not skittering too much into it, both to evade being guided to a trap or throwing himself too deep into an unknown path. There was a wide smile in his face and heat on his cheeks. Leaves crunched under his foot and branches broken in a way that would make his uncle complain about his careless steps, talking about how they continued to alert his opponent where he was going and making him repeat the lesson until it was recorded in his mind.

It was very difficult to focus on that, however, when every light tickle of that silk reminded him how bound he still was, how at each look behind the butterflies got closer and closer to him.

“Nohohoho!” An undignified snort that Nie Mingjue loved to tease him about escaped from his lips as the tickling changed to a series of  poking and rubbing until there were more and more snorts mingling in his giggles. “Whyhihihihi.must you continuehehehe!?”

Soon he would be caught. There was no saving plan forming in his mind and the the butterflies naturally had an advantage, they were small, they didn’t have to dodge as much as him and, mainly, they weren’t being thoroughly distracted as he was, right now. One of them flickered its wings behind his ear and made his giggling evolve to a frantic squeak, especially as another butterfly took care of his other ear.

The white fabric gave the spot under his chin a last scribble before worming its way to his armpits and drilling, Lan Xichen squawked and stumbled and fell on the grass with an uncharacteristic ungrace. He hadn’t time to think about this, however, before all the other butterflies finally reached their target, seeming to only be fuelled by each one of his reactions. They were on his ears, his neck, even walking and fluttering their ethereal wings non stop over every line and corner of his hands, chasing the most ticklish spots like hunters and honing them with precision until each one of their movements kept sending him tiny, unbearably light and soft tickly shocks. 

Lan Xichen tried to momentarily squash his face on his shoulder, lips pressed shut as squeaking yelps and crackling giggles bounced excitedly on his tongue pushing for their freedom.

The white silk, seemed much offended to no longer being able to listen to his laughter, only the smalls huffs and quiet snorts that managed to escape from him and descended to his highest ribs, pressing down and vibrating like it was fighting for its life.

Loud laughter filled the air. They held no words or sense, all giggles, snickers and squeal floating freely between the trees, and nothing more, just a single cultivator on the ground squirming and hugging himself without even realizing he was already unbound. There was a giant smile on his face as they jumped from a spot to another. Ruoye was literally vibrating in excitement! Such a lovely laughter he hand, such adorable reactions!

A few pokes on his rubs on his ribs and he would start squirming from side to side, a little squeezing on his sides and there would be funny squawks filling his laughter, some digging and scratching on his tummy and then high giggles would take over. Even his elbows! When his sleeves had show this free path of skin and a few butterflies started tickling it he began squeaking softly and running to cover his mouth. How delightful! He was almost as ticklish as his master and Ruoye couldn’t deny being impressed by it.

How could humans just go around with their lives being so ticklish? Probably the reason why this cultivator used so many layers of robes, the poor human couldn’t even walk without a gush of wind making him fall on the ground with laughter. 

Ruoye got up and saw the glistering of water on the corner of his eyes and waved for tickling to stop. Then snuggled on his chest and it still shook with his last giggles. Maybe it should talk with his weapons again before they had to part their ways, acquiesce that their human was really truthful in his intentions as their promised, perhaps share a story or two about silly humans and their silly ticklishness. It could wait a bit, however., the lull of the cultivator taking deep breaths only to fall again into a quick bout of tittering even if they had stopped attacking him for some time already being fun enough to distract it for a little more.

[allylikethecat]

⋆˚࿔ october prompts 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

So after working suuuper hard on today's prompt I realized that the list I was using skipped #10 and that I had actually filled prompt #11 SO I have gone and I have found a #10 on a DIFFERENT list and filled that one... you'll get #11 tomorrow! I don't like this one as much seeing as how I just like... frantically wrote it after realizing the one I had just finished was #11 and not #10... So have a subpar #10 and check back tomorrow it's much better...

¹⁰⁾ cold hands

Matty’s hands were always cold, I have poor circulation, he would grumble, shoving his fingers into the crook of George’s neck for warmth, causing him to gasp and flinch away. It wasn’t just Matty’s hands that were always cold, he, as a being, was always cold. He could always be found wrapped up in blankets and hoodies, the temperature control in their flat set to near tropical temperatures. Matty was always cold, and Matty always had cold hands. It was a fact of life that George had accepted, making sure he reminded Matty to bring a pair of gloves or mittens when it was 10 degrees or cooler out. 

So Matty’s hands being warm, his fingers wrapped around George’s wrist as he begged him to stay a few more minutes, was enough to sound the alarm in George’s brain, alerting him to the fact that something wasn’t right. 

“I’m fine,” Matty grumbled, when George voiced this concern, adjusting the sheet he was tangled up in, that was another check in the worry column George thought. Matty had kicked off his many blankets in his sleep, leaving him wrapped in just the top sheet. Despite the lack of blankets his cheeks were flushed, his eyes unfocused. “I don’t have a fever.” He insisted. 

 “I’m just really tired, and really deserve snuggles, and you are currently withholding snuggles which is honestly extremely rude of you.” Matty complained.

“I’ll be right back,” George tried to placate him, knowing that if Matty really was sick, if he really did have a fever like George suspected, he was going to be even clingier than usual. He also was going to most likely realize just how poorly he was really feeling once he was properly awake, which meant that the sooner George got some medicine in him the better. 

“Or you could just stay,” Matty pouted. George frowned, trying to decide if Matty sounded congested, or if his voice had always sounded like that in the morning. 

“I’ll be right back,” George promised, slipping out of Matty’s grasp. He quickly crossed the expanse of their bedroom and retrieved the thermometer from the medicine cabinet. He also grabbed a bottle of an over the counter fever reliever. Matty’s hydro flask was sitting untouched on his nightstand. 

“Open your mouth,” George said, climbing back up onto the bed to kneel over Matty who opened his eyes with a frown.

“I know I said I felt fine but I’m not sure I’m really up for that this morning—” Matty started before George cut him off by shoving the thermometer into his mouth and under his tongue. 

Matty frowned, his harsh gaze showing just how betrayed he felt by George’s surprise attack. The thermometer beeped a moment later and Matty quickly spat it out, letting George look at the digital display. 

“I was right,” said George smugly before instantly feeling guilty, this was one time where it probably would have been better if he was wrong. “You have a fever.” 

Day: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 |

[nocturnalghoul]

On Each Side

I had three short little ideas about the ghouls on the way to work and outlined them on my way in so I wouldn't forget. Here is the first one of those, a little more sweet Dewther separation angst. Here are the Rulti and the Raindrop parts.

Words: 631

Summary: Dew and Aether are reminded of the tiny details that the other exists as they lay in bed wondering if they feel the same way.

It was the same every time the two ghouls shared a bed. Aether would take the left side and Dew would curl up on the right. Even when alone neither of the two could manage to break the habit of automatically claiming their assigned side. Sure, plenty of times that space will often end up occupied by another ghoul , but now that they were separated by so much space it felt weird. 

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Dew wonders as he lays in the uncomfortable hotel room how Aether is dealing with the adjustment. Surely Sunny was there to fill that hole sometimes, but she couldn’t always be there. Even when she was, it would never be the same, just like how the ghouls he had been partnered with weren't the same. 

He can’t stop himself from wondering, when the quintessence ghoul wakes up in the morning does he see little traces of him laid out on the right hand bedside table? Do they make him feel lonely? Does he feel regret about leaving over his past? As he stares at the empty table to the left of him, yet to be claimed by Swiss for the night, he can’t help but wish that Aether feels as lonely as he does right now. 

He takes a deep breath in, closing his eyes and picturing the kind lavender eyes that could be greeting him. He thinks of the various books and left behind mugs that should be on that leftside table. Each item that should be proof that the quintessence ghoul will make his way to the same bed as Dew. 

The memories haunt him until he can’t stand it anymore. He tries to only remember the sweetest memories but that barren table taunts him. Dew wants nothing more than to let it all go and accept that until the tour is over he won’t wake up to Aether’s tired mumbles in his sleep or any of his other endearing quirks. However, each time he blinks there is still hope that the traces of Aether will simply appear and he won't feel like this anymore. 

Finally he concedes that it would hurt so much worse to know that Aether feels the same way, and shoots him a quick “Love you. Miss you.” text as an attempt to send all the love he can’t put to words. Right as he hits send Swiss walks out from the shower and begins to unpack.

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As Aether stares at that damn right bedside table, the one that is mostly there for Dew, he feels his heart wither. Each item from the spare hairbrush to the giant empty water bottle feels like traces of love left out to collect dust. 

Not having Dew there in the morning to scamper in with breakfast or even tell him about whatever strange dream he had the night before leaves Aether feeling empty. The space has always been a place for Dew’s walls to fall down and it's a sight that Aether can never get enough of. As he looks at the cluttered table he lets his mind wander through pathways of fond memories for each item, times that his fire ghoul was here with him and happy. 

Just as the memories threaten to drown him he is snapped out of it by his phone going off. Hearing the custom text tone he has set for Dew he immediately turns over to grab it off of his bedside table. He knows the four little words speak so much more than they say on the surface but knowing that he isn’t alone in his thoughts soothes the burning ache inside his heart a little. 

Soon they will reunite again, laying in one another’s arms for hours on end. Until then the little reminders will have to do.

[inlovewithaspiderguy]

inlove try to not write a fanfic after watching any movie challenge (impossible)

[voiddemon]

another one shot, this time with no shadow kirby or prince fluff. god bless

[cha1cedony]

Ch 8 will happen someday… :’) I’m stuck on this third scene. I think once I finish dragging myself through the last couple hundred words of it (and maybe also the next scene, which I think will be tricky to write), I can finally get on with everything else 🙏 I am soooo busy lately so it’s been hard. But in just over a week, my internship will be over and I’ll have sooo much more free time! Yayyyy

[starsstillshine]

brain took a dip and nosedived into media instead of finishing very important serious tasks. standby

[berry-hwa]

Pearl in an Oyster — Chapter 2.

"So this is the uniform..."

"Mhm!"

It was bright and early in the morning when she got woken up by knocking at her door. Eisuke had been kind enough (for now) to let her stay in one of the penthouse guest rooms, telling her she could move into the employee dormitory later if she so wished. And now, she sat in her new bed, half asleep in her pajamas as she stared down at the hotel uniform splayed out across her sheets, which had been generously given to her by Baba.

"I'll escort you down to the meeting room with the manager of this hotel, Mr. Kenzaki! He'll give you instructions and introduce you to the other workers." He flashed a smile, one she wished she could return. The sun was very bright on her tired eyes.

"Okay...thanks." She finally muttered.

"Anything else you might need is all in this room, buut if you still have any questions, you can always come find me~ I'd be happy to help out." He really was quite nice. Nicer than the others, at least. She couldn't say his charisma incited anything within her, though.

"...Okay, I'll get ready." Gosh she wanted to sleep.

"Alright! I'll wait downstairs for you." He flashed another dazzling smile with a courteous little bow and put his fedora over his heart, exiting the room. What...an interesting man.

She continued staring at the uniform before promptly falling backwards onto her pillows, looking up at the ceiling now. She's never been a fan of this much light and color...maybe she could arrange some changes with Eisuke later.

But for now, she had to get up and meet Baba downstairs. So she sat back up and picked up the pieces of the uniform with a yawn, climbing out of bed and dragging herself to the bathroom to freshen up.

Thank goodness there was a bath in the guest room.

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After a very eventful 20 minutes, she finally made her way down to the penthouse where the thief was waiting for her. He smiled at her sight alone.

"There you are!...that was pretty quick, did you not grab a bite of anything?" His smile fell a tad as he questioned her. Right. She hadn't eaten anything in about 12 hours.

"Actually...I can last fairly long without any food. Mermaids are conditioned as such." She stood face to face with him as he offered her a hand down the last few steps, getting down with his help. "Our diets are pretty vegetarian under the sea."

"Ah, right. Eating fish would be pretty awkward, huh?" He chuckled at his own words.

"...Perhaps. I generally dislike seafood altogether." A lot of her people actually had great appetites for fish and creatures alike, but even when she lived on land all it took was a taste of some seafood for her to vow never to eat any again.

"No shame in that!" Baba smiled at her again, "Is there anything you would like to eat? I'm not sure if the cafeteria here would satisfy your needs..."

Hm. What would she like to eat.

...

...Was he trying to ask her out to lunch?

"I'm not sure. Maybe...salad? That's as close as one can get to a mermaid's diet."

"Hmm...alright, I'll ask around for it. For now though," He made his way over to the door and opened it, "After you, m'lady!" Sort of old fashioned, isn't he?

"Thank you."

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About an hour later, she was finally put to work. She was introduced as Eisuke's close relative to cover up the fact that she'd also be working up in the penthouse. Probably arranged by none other than Eisuke himself. She also had been given instructions on how to clean the rooms, but Mr. Kenzaki advised to watch her coworkers and learn from them bit by bit instead of charging in headfirst. So, that is what she was currently up to.

She'd been placed in a group with two other girls, presumably around her age, who seemed pretty nice. Unlike the girl who seemed to criticize her even while she was standing, with a very judgemental gaze. She soon found out her name was Erika and that she was infamous for terrorizing every maid in the hotel, newbie or not.

"Collecting these sheets and changing them may be hard for a first timer, but I'm sure you'll get it down sooner or later. How about you try it in the next room?" Her thoughts were interrupted by her group-mate, Chisato. She was quite lovely and very nice...and also very pretty, Mira noted.

Right. The job.

"Oh, alright...I can give it a try."

"I'm done over here, Chisato!" Her second group-mate emerged from the bathroom, chipper as ever. She was much more youthful and energized than Chisato seemed, reminding Mira of someone...someone close.

"You can move onto the next room then, Sakiko. Thanks." Chisato smiled as she fluffed up the pillows of the bed they were currently standing at.

Alright. As pretty as Chisato was, she couldn't keep her attention on her.

Instead, her mind kept wandering to Ota.

His behavior the previous night was just so...odd, even before she knocked that wine glass over onto Eisuke's leg. How she kept noticing his gaze at her pearl necklace during the I.V.C. How he was usually always in unison with Baba's antics and was known to be a little devil under his angelic persona, yet didn't exhibit any of that behavior the whole time she was in his presence...

Very weird.

She'd have to investigate that some time.

"Mira? Are you coming?" Chisato's smooth voice broke her out of her thoughts. Still on the job, Mira. Focus.

"Yep, I'm coming."

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What an exhausting day.

Baba had come around for lunch, asking if she'd like to have a meal together — confirming her earlier suspicions. She politely declined though, opting to sit with Chisato and Sakiko in the cafeteria, to get to know them better and make some friends. She couldn't deny that his crestfallen face made her a little regretful, but oh well. She didn't exactly plan to get close to any of the men in the penthouse...and she had an inkling Baba would get over his heartbreak sooner or later anyway.

She found herself enjoying Chisato's and Sakiko's presence, especially when Erika had bumped into them and started tearing away at the three of them with her two sidekicks. She was quite the interesting character too.

Surprisingly, she didn't mess up at work as bad as she thought she would. She knew firsthand she didn't want to get involved in any water work like cleaning the washrooms and windows, so she took over the beds and generally tidying up the rooms, just as Chisato instructed her. She got the hang of it soon even if she wasn't as swift as Chisato, but she was still pretty happy with herself.

Now, in result of all her manual labor, she was pretty exhausted as she made her way up to the penthouse. She could already hear the voices behind the door she stood in front of.

"How about this item? I think I can get a hold of it if you give me a week or two, boss."

"Do what you want, just bring it back in perfect condition."

"Good evening, everyone." She quietly walked in, closing the doors behind her. What where they talking about?

"Hello pretty lady! Anything we can help you with?" Baba smiled at her for the nth time that day. It was getting to the point where he looked a bit uncanny if he wasn't smiling.

"No, not at all. Continue on with your work or...whatever?" She tilted her head at the group that was collected. Everyone was there, except for Ota. Once again, very odd. They looked like they were discussing something important though, with the way even Mamoru made the effort to be present and pay attention(?) So maybe he just had no business with the rest of them. Still though, odd.

"Are you cleaning the rooms upstairs too?" The thief picked up some documents (what an odd sight) whilst keeping his eyes on her.

"I am, I hope none of you mind...?" She looked to Eisuke, who raised an eyebrow at her question.

"I wouldn't have hired you to work up here for nothing." So he's a stick in the mud. And acts like a spoiled brat. This is the man who's supposed to save her and her people.

"Alright then, page me if you need anything." She didn't know what the "pager" device was when she found it amongst the pieces of her uniform, but Sakiko had explained to her that it must've been Ichinomiya's way of contacting her and calling her up to the penthouse. You learn something new everyday.

Making her way up the stairs, who did she bump into? None other than the angelic artist, who had just left his own room.

"Oh."

"Oh. Hello, Ota." She bowed her head and looked up at his surprised face. Was he...always like this? Or was she the reason he was acting so strangely?

"Good evening uhh...Mira, was it?" He laughed a little to ease the air. There was definitely something strange about him.

"Yes, it's Mira. I can clean your room, right?"

"O-Oh. Yeah, sure, no problem...go ahead." Fidgety. Strangely fidgety. It's not like he was nervous or shy around her, was it?...She was very curious. She wasn't sure if asking him would be the right call though, lest she scared him off or something of the sorts.

"Is everything alright? You seem flustered...you're not ill, are you?" She placed her palm against his forehead and quickly pulled it back when Ota visibly jumped. Looks like she still scared him off.

"I uhh...I'm fine! I'm just going out for some fresh air and...creative inspiration, yeah. Off I go!" He gave her a half-assed smile and dashed past her, right down the stairs.

Goodness...such weird people circling her all day.

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It was later at night when she decided to stop sitting in her room and head downstairs, purely out of boredom. Nothing to do, nowhere to go. What was she supposed to do???

She was very surprised to see the CEO in one of the chairs, staring off into the distance as he drank some coffee.

"Hello again, mister siren." Everyone else had left so she felt like she could talk to him more freely.

"...Don't call me that." He scowled at her. For some reason she enjoyed riling him up and getting him to react to such simple jabs. He's oh so sensitive.

"What are you thinking about?" She took a seat in the red couch a little ways from Eisuke and crossed her legs.

"Stuff. I don't think you'd care much." He took another sip of his coffee, scowl almost deepening as he swallowed. "What are you doing down here?"

"I got bored. So I thought I'd find something interesting down here." She eyed his coffee with interest and pointed to it. "Are you not a fan of that?"

"What, this?" He lifted the mug for her to see, "It's coffee. Ever heard of that?"

She mirrored his scowl.

"Of course I have. I wasn't born yesterday." Still being an ass, huh?

"Nobody can get the taste right." He huffed like a child. Really, what difference was there between one and him?

"Have you considered giving them the needed instructions?" She questioned and if she blinked, she almost would've missed the way Eisuke's eye had twitched.

"Jeez. Don't give me that look. I know you're a siren and all but..."

"How are you so sure of that? Have you even seen my form?"

...

Huh.

"...Actually. You're smart." She got up, locking eyes with Eisuke who stared at her in confusion.

"How about...we go for a swim?"

[readgi]

It's 3:30a.m on December 7th and I'm just now thinking about writing something in honor of Gojo's birthday

The chances of me being able to write something in time for the end of the day are slim to none, especially if I still want to get a few hours of sleep...

Well, I guess I'll just try to do it. Who needs sleep anyway?

[kanene-yaaay]

Once again thinking about the twin prides of yunmeng being so in sync with each other in and out of battle, dancing around one another in banter and scowls and smiles and brawls and screaming matching and comforting moments. Thinking about how Jiang Cheng can look at Wei Wuxian's smile and immediately know when he is about to pull a prank and how Wei Wuxian can differ his shidi's every frown and reading the meaning behind it. How they fight and battle never leaving each other's side and covering their weak spots

Do you think they carry this same mind reading sync when they're tickle attacking someone? How Jiang Cheng will scowl and complain but still hold the person while Wei Wuxian chuckled evilly and slowly got his wiggly fingers closer to their victim as teases and (silly) promises fell like waterfall from his mouth.

I wonder if Wei Wuxian would be squeezing their sides non stop, always changing his style before the other could grown accustomed to the giggly feeling and pulling every new trick that would never Fail to pull a surprised gasp, a squealing protest or a new round of unexpected giggles. Then he would look up into Jiang Cheng's with that way and wiggle his eyebrows and Jiang Cheng would roll his eyes and petulant wait for him to look away and go back to destroy the person before suddenly dropping their arms he was previously holding in his hands and burry his fingers on their ribs, digging and scratching while Wei Wuxian poked fun at him and changes his touch to a light, soft and incredibly fast dance of fingers that the other could barely feel tickling one spot before it quickly jumped to another.

I wonder if after some time they wouldn't even need to look at each other as Wei Wuxian stopped his tickling and decided to lay one tease after the other while Jiang Cheng turned around and drilled on their worst spot, both fighting for attention, only doubling their attack when they sensed the person was losing more their mind to the other, discovering the best words, the best place to scribble, dig or poke and leaving them wondering if it was the tickling or the words the more difficult to survive

The way that Jiang Cheng would let a bright, self satisfied smirk when their tickle attack was over and he was watching the person taking their breath back, still giggly and smiling like crazy, and made sure they wouldn't have taken it too far before Wei Wuxian sneaked a swipe of fingers in his spine and dashed away as he jumped and barked his name, immediately running away after him.

[aberooski]

Okay so I had a thought about the Stormshipping/Mario crossover now that I started trying to write this thing for real

Back to the bit I mentioned before a while back about Chazz and Peach gaslighting Bowser into believing the Toads' misunderstanding that Chazz is an actual prince. I originally thought Chazz would be the one doing it, now I think it would be best if it was Peach initiating that interaction.

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Imagine it: Chazz and Peach are brought up from the dungeon and are brought before Bowser so y'know, he can gloat about his big plans for defeating Mario and taking over the Mushroom Kingdom and antagonize them as is on brand for the guy. During this, Chazz, being his typical self, is being a fucking smart ass and only succeeding in pissing Bowser off.

Bowser is mad af and fed up with this kid, so Bowser swipes and scoops him up in his claws, alarming Peach in the background. Bowser growls and squeezes his claws around Chazz while he squirms to try and get loose at the very least, if not free. Bowser threatens Chazz, and now Peach has had enough. She has to help somehow, she has to protect him, she's already made that promise to herself so no way will she allow him to come to harm on her watch if she can help it!

And thus, Peach panics for a second thinking of what she can do, when it comes to her. She interjects and tells Bowser that he mustn't hurt this boy, its would be a terrible mistake on his part! Bowser ignores her and is just kinda like yeah yeah, whatever you say. To which Peach interjects again, "But don't you understand? He's not just any boy from another world, he's a prince!" Or she says something like that at least

At which time everything stops. Bowser then turns his attention fully to her, very interested by what she just said, and Chazz looks on in shock and confusion at her as well, wondering just what in the fresh hell she thinks she's doing.

And as the scene goes, Chazz catches on to what she's doing and they tag team this plan to convince Bowser that Chazz is indeed a genuine prince and that Atticus and Alexis are powerful warriors and now that they're coming to rescue him, Bowser's in big trouble. Bowser falls for it, sending Kammy and Kamek to go spy on Atticus and Alexis and the Mario bros and deal with the sibling quad, sending Chazz and Peach back to the dungeon where they can bond more over this moment 😌

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I loved the idea of Chazz doing it and Peach following his lead, but for me now it makes more sense to do it the other way around. Peach has taken responsibility for Chazz and his wellbeing because she's an adult and he's a teenager, essentially still a child, and also because he was caught up in this and kidnapped because of her. She pulls this stunt, which ultimately backfires on them when Bowser finds out they were bullshitting him, because she was trying to protect him from Bowser in exchange for Chazz getting kidnapped trying to protect her.

AAAAAAAAAAAAA I'M OBSESSED WITH THIS AU ALL OVER AGAIN GUYS !!! 😭😭