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Hello! May I request a romantic scenario with Husk and a gn!reader? The reader is a worker at the hotel and does like Husk, but knows Angel feels the same, so they try to push their feelings aside because Angel is their friend. They confess their feelings for Husk in a letter, intending to keep it hidden, except they accidentally give him the letter instead of the envelope full of money that they owe him for the drinks.
Thank you for taking the time to read this and happy holidays! :)
Husk X Reader [Romantic]
In which you accidentally confess your feelings to your crush, Husk.
One of the ways you heard people could vent their feelings to others was by writing it all in a letter and giving it to them
In practice, one of the hardest parts about telling others your more personal thoughts was doing it face to face, so penning it down and slipping it under the door made that easier
You figured you could do something like that, except rather than hand it over, you'd keep it to yourself
So after confessing your deepest emotions about how you'd fallen for him, you signed the letter off to Husk and tucked it deep into your journal, where it'd likely never see the light of day
While keeping things so childish to yourself rather than confessing may seem silly, you knew it'd hurt your friend who had told you many times of their feelings for Husk
Angel Dust trusted you, and who were you to take someone he had finally come to love away from him?
Though, whenever Angel spoke to you about the future they imagined with Husk, you always found yourself silent, like your mood was suddenly crushed by stacks of lead
With another night wrapped up at the bar to celebrate some recent successes and milestones in the hotel, you'd forgotten to pay your tab and tucked into your room to rest
Not that it was uncommon, Husk knew where to find you if he needed it
Nevertheless, you knew your usual and kept note by placing what you usually owed into an envelope with his name on it, and slipped it into your bag without much thought
Later in the day, when you found yourself heading out the door for an appointment, you quickly swooped to the counter with the payment in mind
" So sorry about last night, I have everything I owe right in here somewhere- "
" Ah whatever, it's already been handled. On the house. "
Husk was shuffling a deck of cards in his hands as he spoke, seeming to avoid eye contact
Nevertheless, you insisted on paying him, and slammed the envelope you'd felt around for on the bar
" Oops! I accidentally left my dues on the bar! I gotta go! "
Rushing out the door, you never turned back despite his protests
It was only later, when you were finishing up at your appointment and picking up a quick refreshment to bring back that you pulled out your wallet, which had the very envelope you made this morning stuck between it
Oh no.
Hurriedly ploughing through your bag, you were terrified to see your journal was empty of any letter
Oh god, no.
The rush back to the hotel was like no other
When you finally shot the doors open, the bar was empty, nothing but a closed sign hanging from one of the bottle racks
Your next stop was Husk's room, which you took a moment to compose yourself before knocking
" There's no lock on the door. Just come in. "
Relaxing on the bed was no other than the winged demon, drinking from a bottle with his eyes closed
On the nightstand, your letter was wide open, pages sprawled on top of the envelope
" Husk? "
When he heard your voice, he shot straight up, wiping his mouth and hiding the bottle behind his wings
" Shit, hey. I didn't expect you to be here so soon. "
The silence was drawn out
" Listen, I really gotta give it to ya, your handwriting is really nice- "
" Just forget any of it okay? It's a stupid joke. "
" I don't think jokes have tear stains embedded in the paper. "
Begrudgingly, you shut the door behind you, exhaling a deep sigh with hands pushing into your forehead
" Oh calm down. Is the idea of datin' me really that bad? So what! We go on a few dates, I tell you I love you back, yada yada. "
He was extremely nonchalant about the topic as he continued on about your new relationship with him
" Wait. You…Want to date me? "
You pointed at yourself, to which he chuckled and rolled his eyes
" I dont give free drinks to people I don't like. "
Author's Note - This was kind of long I am so sorry I got too into it!! I may as well have written a oneshot but also I am lazy so here this is 🖤 Thank you for requesting!
#koko writez#hazbin hotel#helluva boss#hazbin hotel x reader#helluva boss x reader#reader insert#x reader#husk#husk x reader
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DCxDP Week 2023 Day 1
Day 1: John Constantine | Found Family | Oops
Continued in Day Two
John opened the door to the House of Mystery, ready to stumble over to the beaten-up couch in the living room and knock out for the next couple of hours. Unfortunately, it was occupied.
“Billy, who’s this?” John asked, pointing at the black-haired tyke he didn’t recognize. Billy barely managed to peel his eyes away from the telly.
“Oh, this is Dani.” He went quiet, engrossed in staring at the static snow dancing across the screen.
John settled himself down on the other side of Billy, looking at the telly himself.
“I helped him out with a thing,” the girl offered. She had considerably less trouble than Billy looking away from the telly.
“A thing?”
“A demon, I think. Doesn’t matter to me, just kick their butt all the same.”
John looked at her for a quiet moment, before nodding. “Makes enough sense to me. I’m headed up to bed. Make sure Billy doesn’t stay up too late watching the football match or whatever you’ve got on there.”
He stood, stretched, and left the room. He could feel the weight of Dani’s eyes on his back until he was out of sight.
When he woke up the next morning, Billy was sound asleep in bed. Dani was gone.
She showed back up in his kitchen about two days later, munching on his Bat-O’s.
“Looking for Billy?” John asked.
“Uah.” She said, mouth full of cereal. John made his own bowl.
“He’s off-world. Got a mission.”
“Oh. I was hoping to get some help with this.” She plopped a really, really cursed amulet on the kitchen counter between them.
John sighed. “Can this please wait until after coffee? I’ll show you where we put the evil necklaces after.”
Dani let out a small gasp “necklace jail for naughty necklaces…” before returning to her cereal.
The girl does have the decency to let John finish his coffee. She’s also kind enough not to comment on the absolute mess that is their “artifact jail” as she put it. After depositing the necklace, she walks with John back to the entrance, where she pauses, before turning to look at him.
“I really like House. She’s very welcoming.” She says, before leaving.
There’s a weight to her words that reveals that she means something far more than just what she said. However, John’s JLD pager has been going off for the past 5 minutes, so he figures whatever she meant is a problem for future John.
He doesn’t see her for a few months, and almost forgets about her. He’s on his way home from the pub, trudging through the filthy snow and trying to ignore the Christmas music blaring out of the stores. He pushes past couples and groups, heading out on his own. There’s a display of tellies, blaring some ad from some American mogul about the morals of the holiday and why they mean you should spend money on his company.
His eyes are drawn to a small figure staring at the TVs solemnly. He’s about to continue on his way, not wanting to get involved, but blue eyes snap to his.
“Er…Darla was it?”
“Dani, Mr. Constantine”
They’re silent for a bit, watching each other. Dani has clearly been crying, but John figures she doesn’t want attention brought to it.
“Enjoying the holiday?” he settles on.
She glances at the telly, watching the ad for VladCo drone on.
“My brother hates Christmas” she says, before going quiet again. John’s getting cold, even if Dani doesn’t seem to be suffering from it.
“It’s bloody freezing out here. Come on, let’s go to House where it’s warm and I have some cocoa.”
After he invited her back, she tended to come by more. She always came with an excuse, whether it was an artifact she thought would be safer with him, or looking for research materials. He was pretty sure she usually came to either hang out with Billy or him, even if it’d be just sitting together in silence.
Billy asked if John was planning on inviting Dani to stay permanently, then showed him a new room that popped up in House. John’s first thought was of what Dani told him so long ago.
His second thought was that it wouldn’t be bad to have her move in. If she wanted of course.
John was having trouble bringing it up to her, despite Billy’s needling. Everytime he started, he chickened out. Even now, they were sitting on the couch together, and Dani was regaling him about an adventure she had in Egypt involving a sentient cat statue, some pompous anthropologist, and a papaya. He was trying to pay attention, but was too busy stressing out about asking if she’d want the room.
“--You should have seen his face, Dad! He didn’t even see that coming!” She laughed, loud and hearty. John tensed. She petered off when she realized he wasn’t laughing with her.
“John?”
“...you called me ‘Dad’”...”
Her face paled. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean… of course you wouldn’t–” John put his hand on her head, trying to stop her freakout.
“Dani, I wanted to ask–”
She burst into tears before he could continue. “It’s just, my dad didn’t want me, so why would you? I’m just a failed copy–” John pulled her into a hug, rubbing her back in an attempt to soothe her.
“Dani, it’s fine. Hey, it’s fine. “ He just kept repeating that until she stopped sobbing and hugged him back. After a few beats when it looked like she wasn’t going to stir, he took a look to find she had cried herself to sleep. Figuring there was nothing else for it, he scooped her up, and tucked her in the bed in the room House had made for her.
He stayed up through the night and into the morning, too worried Dani would wake up and decide to leave. Then he’d have to expend a lot of energy to track her down. Thankfully, it didn’t come to that. She trudged down the stairs after Billy, who had come home late last night.
The two made an odd sight, Billy clearly ecstatic that Dani had stayed, and Dani looking nervous, and at anything but Constantine.
John pointed at the table. “Sit, I’ll make us some bangers and eggs.”
They sat, and thankfully Billy took pity on John and broke the silence. “How did you like your room? House made it forever ago! Uncle John’s just been too much of a coward to let you know before.”
Dani cautiously answered his questions, and the two fell in to their own conversation while John finished making breakfast and served everyone.
After they finished breakfast, Billy swept up everyone’s dishes, and out the door. “Bye Uncle John, Bye Dani! I’ll see you after monitor duty!”
John and Dani sat in silence for a bit, while she picked at a notch in the table. John took a swig of coffee, wishing it was something a bit stronger.
“My mum died giving birth to me. Growing up, my da did not let me forget that her life was on my hands. It was a shit upbringing, and it burns me to think about. Took Lucifer Morningstar giving him a talking to before anything changed. But despite all that, my da’s issues with me and my birth say nothing of my worth as a person.”
Dani was looking at him now, taking his words in. She scrunched her nose a bit, before breaking into a smile. “You know Lucifer?”
John snorts. “Yeah. Lovely bloke. Likes divesting people of their kidneys.”
She laughed at that, before quieting down. She glanced at him, then back at the table. She took a deep breath in.
“My dad’s name is Vlad Masters…”
“Okay, you can come in my house, but don’t touch anything you don’t recognize. The whole house is magic, and you don't have a good track record with it.” John said, opening the door to the House of Mystery.
Batman and the Flash came in after him. “How long will it take you to find the information on what’s threatening the Watchtower?” Flash asked
John pointed at the couch, indicating they should sit. Almost by habit, he disregarded Dani, who was sitting in the uglier armchair with a bowl of popcorn, watching her static-show again.
Neither Batman nor Flash moved to sit on the couch, both staring at Dani.
“Why’s there a kid here?” Flash asked, waving a hand to indicate Dani.
“It’s called the House of Mystery, lot of mysteries here.” John muttered. Dani immediately followed up with “You’re just jealous because I was willingly invited, you whore.”
She threw a piece of popcorn at Batman, who just stared at her.
“Don’t try to fistfight either of them, Dani. You two– wait here and I’ll bring the research materials.”
John quickly found all the books that might pertain to space vampires, before returning to the living room. The static program had been switched to a documentary on the Nazca Lines, and now Dani was chucking popcorn pieces at Flash, who was catching them in his mouth.
He plopped the books he found on the wobbly coffee table, and Batman pulled out the photo taken from the Watchtower security tapes.
Dani peered over his shoulder. In a small voice, she said “That’s Vlad…”
John glared warningly at Batman and Flash, before softening his glance and looking at Dani. “You sure?”
She nodded, sticking close to John’s back.
John turned to Batman and Flash. “Looks like he’s a ghost. Current Watchtower defenses should be able to keep him out, but if you don’t mind, I think I’d like to add something a little extra to make sure the bas-punk’s life is a little worse.”
Batman looked at John for a moment, before taking a quick glance at Dani. “When you have the defenses prepared, let me know. I’ll meet you on the Watchtower so we can get everything installed.”
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A/N:
Got a bit tired at the end here, thinking about continuing it with another of the days. But in any case, just left it open-ended for more Constantine + Dani shenanigans.
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Lizzie fic for sure please ♥️
Can you do one where it’s just you and Lizzie during the holidays. So like going to get a Christmas tree and reader trying to get the wonkiest looking one. Fighting over watching the Polar Express or Home Alone. Making gingerbread houses and failing. Very thoughtful gift exchange that has Lizzie reeling she is just so in love. Just all the cute, cheesy holiday things ☺️
☃️ Gingerbread Wars ☃️
Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x Reader
Summary: A quiet yet beautiful Christmas is one to remember
Fluff | 0.9K | No Warnings |
AC: I’ve never actually made gingerbread houses before because I hate ginger lmao so bear with me on this!!
Day 2 | Advent Calendar Masterlist 🎄
"What about this tree?" You proudly smiled to Lizzie as she slowly wondered over to you, "Babe, that tree doesn't even stand straight" she playfully shook her head with a soft smile. "Neither do I but you still took me home" you replied with a raised brow. It's been almost 45 minutes since the two of you arrived to pick out a Christmas tree and you weren't complaining. You loved every second of the tiny details of Christmas that you got to spend with Lizzie this year and you weren't about to forget any of it, not even for a second.
Lizzie chuckled at your smart-ass reply, "I guess we could jazz it up a little" she spoke as her mind traveled to picturing how the wonky tree would look back home in the living room. "Of course, we can, come on! it'll be fun!! We'll have the best tree ever", Lizzie couldn't deny your request with the puppy eyes you had given her, "Alright then" she playfully rolled her eyes, "we'll take home the wonky tree" she adds earning herself a cheeky grin from you.
After finally getting the wonky tree home, probably the most ugliest looking tree Lizzie had ever seen, it wasn't long until you and her were dragging out the decorations box with Christmas tunes playing softly in the background and sharing stories of how Christmas was for the two of you as children.
"It's so ugly" Lizzie laughed as she stood back to look at the tree fully decorated. "Hey! don't pick on the tree, it's not its fault for being different" you playfully pouted, "I think it looks wonderful, reminds me of the tree from Home Alone" you added. Lizzie burst into laughter at your comment, "it does a little, but worse!" She chuckled. "Leave my pretty tree alone Olsen!" Chuckling along with her, "oh Olsen now, is it?" Lizzie turned to you with a playful smirk. "Yes! Now can we please watch Home Alone now that I have mentioned it?" you asked as you threw yourself onto the sofa.
"Polar express first" Lizzie replied. You looked at her with another raised brow, "Home Alone".
"How about whoever makes the best look gingerbread house gets to pick the movie" Lizzie suggested, showing her competitive side. "You're on, Olsen!" You jumped up from the sofa and rushed to the kitchen with Lizzie quick to follow behind you. Lucky for the two of you, the gingerbread was already baked before leaving to buy a tree. "You're going down baby!" You chuckled as you grabbed a bag of icing, "eat ginger!" Lizzie replied as she prepared herself.
2 hours later and the two of you are almost on the floor in a laughing fit at the failed attempts to complete the gingerbread houses successfully, let's not forget the times were you both would throw candy at each other's houses in hopes of ruining it. "I don't care what you think, at least mine has windows and a door!!" Lizzie argued, "Mines cooler because it's two stories!!" You added just wanting to at fuel to Lizzie's competitive side.
She was quick to raise a brow, "Babe it looks like a shit show".
"Stay mad, Olsen, I think I've won this"
Lizzie shook her head as she creeped up to your gingerbread house with a slight smirk, "Babe, don't even think about it!" You pointed at her, "I swear to god, please!" You begged with a smile tugging at your lips. "Oops!" She replied while acting like she tripped, pushing your gingerbread house over with a cheeky smile. "Sorry honey looks like yours fell off the countertop, so it looks like we're watching Polar express". The two of you broke into another fit of laughter as you pulled Lizzie closer to you and capturing her lips onto yours. "I'll let you have this one but we both know mine was cooler" you smiled against her lips.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night darling" Lizzie chuckled.
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Cuddled up in bed with Lizzie's head resting on your chest as you twirled with her hair while watching the polar express you couldn't help but smile and place a soft kiss at the top of her head. You could see her smile ever so lightly at your gesture but kept her focus on the movie while you admired her from the view you had. "Baby" you spoke softly, catching her attention. "Honey" she looked up at you with her big green eyes.
"I know Christmas is still weeks away, but I have something for you, can I give it to you now?" You asked, never breaking eye contact. "If you'd like too darling" she smiled softly as she began to sit up. You reached into your bedside table and grabbed a medium sized black box and handed it to her. She took it with grace and slowly opened it.
A golden necklace with a locket in the shape of her favorite animal sat proudly waiting to be opened. "Baby, it's beautiful" she spoke softly as she gently took the necklace out of the book. "Open the locket" you smiled, moving the box out of her way. Carefully, Lizzie opened the locket to see one of her all-time favorite photos of you starring back at her. "Baby" she whispered with light tears filling her eyes. "You said you miss me whenever you're away for work so I thought this might help" you explained. Lizzie gently placed the necklace on the bed before pulling you close for a deep and loving kiss, "I love you so much" she whispered against your lips before kissing you once more.
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'I Miss Who I Used To Be' is so beautiful for its insights into the siblings relationship and, perhaps more special to me, Shiv's love for Genevieve. Reading that made it clear why she would go on to be a mama of three precious little girls. Do you have any specific headcanons for Gen, Lainey, and Marla?
thank you so much anon you're gonna make me cry 🥺
sorry it's been a moment since you sent this, I've been traveling and busy with other irl things. but yes, I do in fact have many many headcanons for the tiny Roys that live in my head! under a cut because these got longggg
Gen and Lainey are both nicknames. Gen's full name is Genevieve Siobhan Roy and Lainey's is Elaine Cambridge Roy. Along those lines, Marla's middle name is Ettalie 💗
There's just about a three year gap between both Gen and Lainey and Lainey and Marla, which speaks to the amount of time it takes for Shiv to agree to Tom's nagging just to shut him up oop
Marla's birthday is on Valentine's Day. somehow Tom cannot for the life of him remember both the holiday and his daughter's birthday. From the time she turns one onward he always forgets one or the other so Shiv is Always pissed off
this definitely does not impact Marla's young psyche At All /s
(usually as soon as she opens presents she and Gen and Lainey run off to play with them in the playroom or another place they know their parents are unlikely to follow. Marla is only seven or eight when she ends up too overwhelmed and crying on Karolina's lap while Karolina explains that her mother is only upset because she loves her)
despite the age gaps, the three girls are usually pretty close. Shiv, determined not to be Logan, always welcomes the girls wherever she is. this has the opposite effect and usually ends up with the three of them getting into mischief around Waystar
one time Gen tells a man who owns a company Waystar/GoJo is trying to buy exactly what she thinks of him when left unsupervised at a dinner party
(she's not even ten. she's absolutely parroting what Shiv says behind closed doors)
Gen is a mini-Shiv, right down to the hair
Lainey is quieter and more content to follow her sisters around because she always needs to be included in everything. she's a nosy little thing 💗 the first of the girls to find out exactly Why Karolina is always around thanks to her overdeveloped sense of curiosity
Marla is the Baby bc when she's born Shiv knows she's done so she def coddles her. Marla is absolutely spoiled AF but like. not a brat because she's so spoiled that she literally always gets what she wants so she doesn't even have the space to react badly to 'no'
i have so many headcanons about these three from birth all the way through adulthood so like. send more asks if you wanna hear something specific! you might even make me write a fic 👀
#succession#shiv roy#The Shivlings#oc: genevieve roy#oc: lainey roy#oc: marla roy#shivlina#(i had to sneak some in there)#tomshiv#mom!shiv is so beloved it me...#trying her hardest to break the cycle!!
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so as part of that big fun christmas stream, I had to write some Chat picked fanfics in under 5 minutes!! Here are these wonderful stories!!
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JOHN CENA X HOMER SIMPSON!
The snow was starting to pile up, John ( John Cena that is ) was warm by his fire but his soul, was yearning for more. He felt so empty after his break up with Homer Simpson but he knew that at the end of the day, if they were really meant to be, Homer would finally accept the Christmas spirit of things and get in that holly jolly mood gosh darn it!
John sighed as his sipped his hot coco, if only he could see that sexy hunk of man just one more time, its his only christmas wish!!
John sighed again, it was late. He finished his hot coco and decided to go to sleep for the night, in his now empty bed, just like his heart.
As he drifted off to sleep he thought he had heard something almost like the familiar sound of reindeer hooves.
“It’s probably nothing” he said as he turned to the side that once belonged to his lover.
Later during the night he heard a loud nut.
Cena jumped out of the bed,
“ WHOS NUTTING IN MY HOUSE?!” He said as he rushed down the stairs, down to the fireplace where his christmas socks hung!!
However it wasn’t his socks that were there!!
It was!!! HOMER!!?!?
“H-Hommie?! What are you??” John said as he felt his heart sting
“ Dwaaww, John I can’t stay mad at you, The holidays are all about coming together, and I can think of another thing thats in need of coming as well! “ Homer said with a sly smile on his face.
John blushed, Homer was standing at his fireplace dressed as a giant Christmas sock!
“ You know” Homer continued “ Socks are great for warming up in the cold weather!” He flirted, and winked!
John smiled at him and approached, welcoming him back in a loving hug and a passionate kiss.
It’s looking to be a white christmas after all.
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ZIM & GIR!!!
“GIR!!!” Zim shouted at his robot companion.
“ It’s that strange season again! When the earth monkeys put all of their lights outside their home and bring trees inside of them!! The time of year when that damned FAT man breaks into homes and gives gifts. But I wont forget last year, no, he came in here to I THE GREAT ZIM!!!
And left nothing but empty disappointment!! Not again!! This time, Gir, WE KILL THIS STANTY CLAWS!!!”
“ Hot dog :D “ Gir replied gleefully at his overlord!
“COOOMPUTER!! Show me the fastest way to the north pole!! No human will make a mockery of I ZIM!!! Ever again!! And then I, ZIM!! Will have all of the treats, and I’ll make sure all the humans are on this so called “naughty” list!! And I’ll make extra sure DIBBB!!! Stays on the ULTRA AWFUL STINKY NAUGHTY LIST!! ForEEEVVVVEEEERRRRRR!!!!!!!!”
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PICHU & BUNNY!! (@pb-romance)
It was December 24th the clock had just struck midnight, it was go time! Bunny and Pichu were on a mission and that mission? Steal the sacred Naughty and Nice list. Santa had it on high security after last years failed mission! But this year, these two were ready and determined to get exactly what they wished for this year! And they’ll be damned if Mr. Santa Clause tries to stop them! It was easy for them to get past all the elves working on the toys, all such kid lil guys, they just wanna talk about Christmas. They’re really nice like I love the toy elves man, but fuck that one that wanted to be a dentist! Like for real, dude its cool that you have a passion and you should pursue it but like, you made your whole personality that, oh shit I was so distracted that I forgot to narrate the rest of the story, The girls are already at the Naughty and nice list !! holy shit!! Look!! Plot Bunny is grabbing it!! Omg ! SHES TAKING A RED PEN!! Shes made an edit!! To the list!!! Omg omg!! Omg the edit was— oop ran out of time haha uwu
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GRINCH X MIRROR GRINCH
“MAX NO ONE IN THE WORLD IS AS DISGUSTINGLY AMAZING AS MYSELF WHATEVER WILL I DO!! “ The grinch exclaimed dramatically as he laid upon his lazy boy seat. Max looked up at his owner, sad that he would have to spend another christmas without the warm embrace of another grinch! No one to rub his stinky feet or play with his Yak like hair! Max whimpered as he went to fetch the Grinch a christmas present!
“Hmm? Whats this you have here?” The Grinch grabbed the wrapped gift from Max’s mouth!
As he unwrapped this sussy pressie, his eyes were met with the most beautiful vomit yellow eyes he ever saw!! Breath taking rancite green skin and fur! He could almost smell him!!
“ My my!~ now what do we have here?” The Grinch said all horny like!
“ Why, your the most stunning creature I have ever had the displeasure of laying my eyes on!~” He continued as he played with his own hair.
“ you really are quite the looker, hows about a smooch big boy~” he said has he leaned in to plant his lips on the cold hard glass. His tongue slid around the reflective material, leaving spit trails behind.
“ If he couldn’t love anyone” Max thought to himself happily, “ Then im happy he can at least love himself”
THE END!
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speaking of Hades’ flower ring I am actually COMICALLY bad at remembering accessories AND little details for the whole Elysium cast - rearchiving the whole backlog made me realize that lmao. I’ve only just recently within the past few years made a concentrated effort in actually drawing Tory’s forearm tattoos, and even more recently than that remembered that Ty and Bel respectively wear earrings - but like, the compilation of other little things that I just. :( forget to draw??? its????? I REALLY should get better with this???? EXAMPLES-
1. Everyone should be wearing wedding rings lmfao. hello. hello. HELLO. okay I have been making an effort to draw ChalBel & Tybby engagement rings and that’s all the more reason to like aCTUALLY DRAW EVERYONE ELSE’S??? Laphi’s is a claddagh since Jesse is a mortal import 🥺 the only canon exception is Eury, whose divine occupation involves rooting through corpses and so if he wore a ring it would be. uhh lost. I do choose to believe he has one and keeps it in the mouth of the vulture shawl lol
2. Chal and Libby are CONSTANTLY giving Bel and Ty jewelry for every holiday and anniversary, I DO at least draw Bel’s black stud earrings and Ty’s white stud earrings (also gifts from respective partners!) but I only remembered that a few months ago AHHH. Bel has a necklace with one of Chal’s feathers on it - one of the old gray ones 🥺🥺 - I DID draw this many times and uhh. have forgotten since. Missing is several other bracelets including evil eye motifs. Tory makes all this for them by request :)
3. ….Also Bel’s supposed to have visible discolored scarring on his forearms??? From That Time Maci accidentally set him on fire???? yknow???🤪Somehow I’ve never ONCE drawn this and if anything else I really need to sTART dOING THIS ONE AAHH—
4. Once again something that I draw ~sometimes~ but this one I’ll allow bc it’s only ~sometimes~ relevant - in addition to the choker necklace Maci should also ~sometimes~ be wearing a little key on a chain. uhhHHH NO FURTHER DETAIL ON THAT ITS/,,, Maybe exactly what you think (maybe exactly what you think AND THEN dial it 20% raunchier thanks). like I said this one comes and goes but uhhh….. uhhhhhhh well I certainly should be drawing it LATELY. passed between her and Tory actually. Ahem.
the way th at I literally had this meme already made I—
5. BUT BEYOND THAT THOUGH Maci does have another necklace that she’s usually wearing, she actually has a divine crest emblem as a goddess it’s a narcissus on fire. Tory made a little pendant of it as a necklace and she’s SUPPOSED to be wearing that,,?? Well all necklaces fall into her cleavage so just the chain at least but hh still
6. Epi has a bracelet he’s supposed to be wearing that’s magically infused to help him control his uncontrollable shapeshifting in times of Extreme Emotion,…….. particularly one specific extreme emotion. or activity, rather. Prior to having this bracelet custom made, EVERY single time Epi had sex he’d shapeshift into his feral daemon form which isn’t necessarily that bad if you are into fucking daemons (and everyone is!) except daemon Epi IS prone to spontaneous mauling so it’s not even a cosmetic thing it’s just a safety thing. Eury has never cared for the record and he’s the only one safe from that anyway lmfao that uhhh. was just for the purpose of sleeping around with the rest of the palace
7. charon has full tattoo sleeves all moths and lanterns and I have never andprobably WILL never draw it it’s sooo OoOo much aaAAHHG//
8. Alena has a little snake ring that allows her to shapeshift and disguise her snake tail if she twists it! This is primarily used for the purpose of shifting topside when hunting for mortals to eat 😌
I’m sure there’s more but 😬 these are the ones I’ve clocked recently so!! OOPS!!! maybe I’ll….. fix it….. all of it……… one day…….. but use ur imagination when looking at my art pretend all of it is there ty ty
#RAMBLING ONE AM!#oc talk#long post /#ask to tag :#the key is🫥……… how kinky is everyone here ARE you all picking up what I’ve been putting down lmfao
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Hi arttttt❤️🫶❤️🫶❤️🫶
How are youuuu??? I missed you sm😭❤️😭❤️
How have you been omg!!! I feel like I missed on a lot of stuff lol
I LOVED THE NEW DRABBLE😭 it’s so fucking cute ahh jungkook and oc are the cutest!!!
AND???? THE END ??!??!??!!!!! ART???
What the fuck is going on!!!!!😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
I am so excited for whatever that beautiful mind of yours will bring next!!
I’ve been busy with uni (when am I never busy with uni smh) and I finish this long ass term on the 28th of December ugh I’m so excited to just be done with these 6 courses that I am taking.
As for the year-end survey I’m going to answer the questions (even if they’re a bit hard😠)
what is your favorite/s from the drabbles i've put out this year (second in which collection)?
I’ll give you my top 5 drabbles from this collection:
1. in which jungkook wants you all to himself (and bam) and you buy him flowers
This one never fails to make me smile
2. in which jungkook is giving up on you but you have so much love left to give
This one^ killed me but I love it
3. in which you make jungkook’s world spin and you tend to… make him a little too dizzy.
I read this like 1000 times I love it so much
4. in which jungkook can’t sleep, and he can’t stop kissing you either.
This one made me giggle and kick my feet
5. in which a shameless ex-lover makes your bad day worse and jungkook can’t help but to go wherever you are.
me 🤝 oc
themes, lines, paragraphs, or scenes that stood out to you?
art i’m not gonna lie to you these type of questions are the ones that I get on my exams 😭
For the themes ? Idk I just like soft fluffy things 🫶 so soft it makes me wanna throw up
and I like angst (ONLY SOMETIMES PLEASE)
I think this line from in which a shameless ex-lover makes your bad day worse and jungkook can’t help but to go wherever you are. is cute
“aigoo, why are you so messy?“
for scenes I think this one is funny
“ow- ouch- baby! what the hell? what was that for?”
with doe eyes struck by headlights, he gapes at you in surprise as he rubs his poor shoulder that was slapped without warning.
and if it is not too much to ask- who is your favorite character, oc or jungkook?
Not answering because I love them both DONT TRY ME😠
which year/s would you like to see more of from 2017 to 2023?
I really dont mind anything! But I feel like 2019 jungkook is just ❤️🔥 and 2022 too oof.
and which season (spring/summer/autumn/winter)?
I’m a winter girlie so obvi winter
I think that’s all of the questions! I had fun answering them haha (even though they reminded me of my literary criticism course 🥲) I am so excited for what the new year is going to bring!! I love you art I hope you have a wonderful Christmas and a happy new year!!!! I hope that 2024 will be an amazing year for you!
Love, 🥨
PRETZEL ANONIE MY BABY LOVE I MISSED UUUU SO MUCH 🥺🥺🥺
i’ve been doing much better since my break from school started !!! i really needed this for the sake of my sanity. hehe this is why i love the holiday season :P
AND THE NEW DRABBLE YESYESYHDJSHDFJJD IHHH IM SO GLAD YOU LOVED IT 🤭
as for the ending… no comment for now bcs it’s so fun seeing y’all freak out <3
goodluck with the rest of your term plssss don’t forget to take care and enjoy your well deserved break after 🥰
OOP YOU SAW THE SURVEY
your top 5 i loveeeee 🥹 also you’re so real for the #5 i think this is the first answer it was mentioned. i’m blushing and giggling just thinking about it rn likejsjdhsjdf
i had to search for which drabble is the scene with the ouch and IM LAUGHINGDHDHFH I FORGOT ABT THE LIP PIERCING DRABBLE. oc’s humor >>>
Not answering because I love them both DONT TRY ME😠
i’m sorry for my fault 😞 i bow my head down again
I had fun answering them haha (even though they reminded me of my literary criticism course 🥲)
this is so funny i’m sorrydhdhsjdhjshf 😭😭😭 i’m a literature girlie through and through i fear. but fr thank youuuu so much for answering i had fun reading your answers too :") hehe you made me smile a lot. i love you sm and i hope 2024 treats you well and brings you an abudance of everything nice in life 🩷 happy holidays!!!! please eat lots of yummy food too hehe :")
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2022 wrap-up, part 3
part 1 is here
part 2 is here
the last part of my year-end wrap-up, where I look at personal things rather than book things! let's see how this goes!
art
I made two new pieces plus sort of vaguely practiced with watercolor crayons and other media. but mostly I made two new pieces.
left: buried things, mixed media (charcoal, watercolor, and watercolor pencil, outlined in fountain pen ink)
right: my grandfather was a magician, watercolor outlined in fountain pen ink
and then I used buried things to design a fake cover for the book I'm querying about an immortal old man who just wants to die but can't, so he hunts ghosts instead but whoops his hand slips and now he cares about mortal people who are going to die one day
nature things
birbs
new record! I've more or less positively IDed 86 species of birds this year, which is up from my previous record by 2 species.
highlights:
accidentally saw bald eagles nesting when I went out to the boardwalk in april and went "what in tarnation" at how busy it was, bc the warblers don't arrive until may and that's peak season. turns out everyone was there for the bald eagles! who knew! not me!
warblers!! so many warblers!! including at an urban park (four species!!) and in fall when I normally don't see them at all (!!)
saw white ibises feeding at low tide on the marshes, which is wild because they just kinda,,,look like chickens when they're out probing the mud lmao
new-to-me birds: rusty blackbird, brown creeper, hooded merganser, rose-breasted grossbeak, bank swallow (sand martin), great black-backed gull, carolina wren who is now my buddy forever, bay-breasted warbler, carolina chickadee, little blue heron
when I went to NYC in may, I was blown away by the sheer variety of the pigeons, because in my area there's very little variation (which is apparently due to less interbreeding with pigeons more recently living in domesticity)
and of course, this was the year of the killer turkey
plants
I'm not keeping a list of plants like I am of birds, but I started learning to ID native wildflowers in earnest this year! undoubtedly I'm going to forget half of them over the winter and have to relearn next year, but it's been a lot of fun and my eyes have been opened to a ton of plants I was unfamiliar with previously, like dame's rocket. excited to pick up again with the ephemerals in spring!
I'm also well on my way to becoming the crazy plant lady at work, as I have ever more plants in my office. I have an apple seedling in our greenhouse (the last of seven seeds I started with, rip, but this one was doing well when I left), and at home my avocado has taken off and my peach tree was still doing well when I left for the holidays.
curious to see whether my hyacinths will be in full bloom in the office when I get back. I wouldn't have expected them to sprout yet, because I hadn't put them in any cold yet...but apparently the a/c in my office runs cold enough for them to decide they've had sufficient cold to grow back, because not only had they sprouted when I left for the holidays, but they'd also started blooming! if maintenance ever asks about the temperature regulation in our building, I will tell them the a/c gets cold enough for bulbs to decide they've had winter.
not-birbs-or-plants
I saw my first-ever live sand dollars! while visiting my parents for the holidays, I went to jekyll island, which is an important sand dollar breeding ground, not that I've ever thought about sand dollars breeding before. anyway, this is what they look like when they're alive
oops, this is getting long again. so we'll do one more tomorrow, which is appropriate anyhow since it's the last day of the year!
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Lyra POV:
It was the last week of summer holidays. My family had decided to go to the beach to enjoy the sunny day. My parents had allowed me to bring a friend with us and of course, I had chosen my best friend, Asher. We were standing by the shore, the small waves hitting our feet as we both ate the ice-creams my mum had bought for us.
“What is it like?”
“What is what like?” Asher asked.
“Having a baby in the house," I said, looking down. "I know the baby won’t live with me but still.” While I was extremely happy about the idea of being an aunt, I was worried about what changes it could bring. My parents hadn't stopped talking about the baby since they found out about it, and my mum made sure to call Anna every day to ask her how she was feeling.
"Well, babies are like Haddie was before. Elias is a boy, he doesn't cry as much, but he does steal all my cheesy fish," Asher said sounding happy.
"mmm," I said, turning around to see my sister sitting next to my mum, Edward sitting behind her, caressing my sister's stomach.
"They won't stop loving you, you know that right?" Asher asked. I didn't answer. Would they really not forget about me? My dad always tells me I'm his littlest baby, would that still be true once the baby is born? "You are jealous."
"No, I'm not," I said, finishing my ice cream. I didn't want to turn around and face him, I didn't want him to see the tear running down my cheek.
"Nothing is going to change Ly," he said. "You will have someone else to love, that's it."
”You promise?" I said as I turned around to look at him, cleaning the tear on my cheek.
”I do," he said.
"Thank you, Ash," I said smiling.
I turned to look at my sister again; her eyes were close as her head rested on Edward’s shoulder.
”So you’re no longer jealous?” Asher asked, keeping his eyes locked on his ice-cream.
“I’m not jealous,” I said.
“Are you sure?” he said, with a smile on his face.
”I’m not jealous,” I said, giving him what I thought was a playful push. I must be stronger than I had thought or maybe Asher was too focused on eating, because next thing I know, his ice-cream is lying on the ground, being washed away by the sea.
“Oops,” I said. “Sorry, Ash.”
“It’s fine, I guess. You gave me a reason to do this” he said not looking at me. He suddenly bent down before splashing me with water. I tried to move out of the way, but my feet ended up not working how I wanted them to and I fell into the ice-cold water.
“Are you alright Ly?” Asher said, sounding worried.
“Yeah, can you give me a hand?” I said with my most innocent voice. Asher looked at me with a puzzled expression. He knew me too well and that included how my voice changes whenever I was planing something. Still, he trusted me. He offered me his hand and as soon as I grabbed it, I pulled him into the water with me.
“Lyra!” he said as he laughed.
“You deserved that,” I said as I laughed with him.
We spent the next hour just playing in the water, laughing and having fun. When my mum came to get us, I noticed she was carrying two towels. As she wrapped me with one and hugged me I thought that maybe Asher was right. Being an aunt was going to be fun. I just needed to keep that in mind.
#windsorsimlegacy#luslstories#the sims 3#sims 3#ts3#the sims#sims#sim#simmer#simblr#simstagram#sims 3 stories
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——— ABOUT THE MUN !
(I’m back and you get to enjoy my extensive chatter and rarely seen mun icon again)
——— BASICS !
(PEN)NAME: Silf (or Sussu with friends)
PRONOUNS: they/them
ZODIAC SIGN: Libra, aka don’t trust me to make any decisions ever-
SINGLE / TAKEN: single pringle :’)
——— THREE FACTS !
• I’ve worked as an exchange student tutor at my uni for the last year and it appears I’ve freaked out almost everyone I’ve met with the number of languages I know. How many languages do I know? “Too many.” (Depending on how you count, the number is somewhere between 4-12. Tho pls note that knowing a language and actually speaking it are two very different things... I’m only 100% fluent in two languages - take a wild guess what those are - and speak another 2,5 helpfully. xD With the rest I’m limited to more or less “tourist”.)
• I’ve worn basically the same pieces of jewellery every day for like... more than a decade now. An opal pendant I got on a holiday in Crete when I was 15 (it was my parents’ confirmation gift to me and I wear it instead of my golden cross bc I don’t like crosses or golden jewellery and lost my faith around the same time... I think the circle shape fits better into my spiritual concoction anyway). Opal also happens to be my birthstone which I found out years later as a fun coincidence. Besides the necklace, I currently have four rings, two in each middle finger (why stacked? bc I have ridiculously tiny hands and the lower rings are a size too big and would fall off otherwise). I started with one ring (that I no longer wear, it was my elementary school class ring and has Bad Vibes) in hs and they’ve accumulated since. At this point I’m so used to their weight on my hands that I can’t write/type properly when I’m not wearing them. I also stim with my rings and have accidentally flung one or two of them across a room on multiple occasions both at home and in public. Oops.
• I’ve spent the last week or two (or three... I’m losing count) researching Chinese astrology and cultural symbolism and just... don’t ask me why, I’m trying to name a new muse and quickly discovered that there are roughly a million things one needs to take in account to make a good, auspicious Chinese name. Tbh I’ve been at my name research for the last year already with some breaks in between but this urge to find his name strikes me again after a few months. (My weird research topics are, usually, one way or another, related to my muses. If you want an easy conversation opener with me, you can always ask about my latest research topic and I can always guarantee interesting and/or entertaining answers.)
——— EXPERIENCE !
PLATFORMS USED: Skype in the very beginning, though I usually don’t count it. It was just dumb one-liners and projection. Facebook pages were my home base for several years but I finally moved to tumblr in 2016 after fb made it practically impossibly to rp there anymore. Also a brief stint on Kik that I’d rather forget (between fb and tumblr).
HOW LONG? Facebook since 2012, Skype maybe a year before that if it counts.
——— MUSE PREFERENCE !
GENDER: my main muses tend to be guys but it’s actually a 50/50 split in my head... not even half of them have (active) blogs bc my mains are attention whores. Someday I plan to dump the rest of them on a multi-muse... whenever I find the time and motivation to write half a dozen bios
LEAST FAVOURITE FACE(S): I don’t know actors/actresses that well and I don’t really pay that much attention to fcs... I’ve found all of mine half by accident on pinterest
MULTI OR SINGLE: Single but I’m willing to experiment with multis. My multi blog would most likely be a disaster (but what in my life isn’t) but, well, dunno for sure before you try it
——— FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT ! ♡
FLUFF: I love fluff as much as the next person but it’s sometimes hard for me to write bc I have some, shall we say, prerequisites for it. Like, if the thread is nothing more but pure and simple slice-of-life fluff it just gets... boring to me tbh. For me, ideally, there needs be a bit of a charged undercurrent, things that are left unsaid between the lines. I want a feeling of history between the muses and a sense of continuity to their story lines even after the fluffy moment passes. Imo the fluff needs to fit in to the bigger picture of their (my) narrative rather than just be an isolated moment for the sake of itself. In short, a sugary sweet fruit cocktail alone doesn’t do it for me, it needs some chamoy in it (and no, I haven’t tried that food myself actually, just seen it a lot recently on tiktok lol). Without some depth, the fluffy slice-of-life threads just don’t hold my interest for very long and I might end up dropping them without a warning (sorry)
ANGST: I love angst and I think fluff is even sweeter when it comes after like, ahem, an avalanche of angst. xD If you talk to me on discord, you know I come up with new hcs every week and they’re usually angsty ones... I especially love the Treaty of Kiel stuff here (aka Eiki’s separation anxiety and the source of his infamous Attitude™). With Zinon I’m a lot more careful, mostly bc his main source of historical angst is very very recent so... you know, we’re respectfully not touching that. I recognise that it’s still an open wound to native Cypriots so I’ve resorted to just... implying the elephant in the living room every now and then. Bc ignoring it completely would also be rather difficult and morally questionable imho. Other than that, I just don’t really care for writing violence/war situations and like to focus more on interpersonal relationships (and the mess that those make when your average lifespan is measured in centuries).
SMUT: I think the one and only time I wrote smut was in like 2014 and... well, I’m not opposed to writing something like that again someday, my preference is just to not do it in a public platform. Kissing and innuendo is fine in threads but then it’s fade to black and if you want more details, we can plot or write it on discord. I also prefer to avoid nsfw memes most of the time. (”Most of the time” bc it also varies a bit with my muses’ body confidence. Each one of them has a mind of their own and some of them are absolutely shameless. Yes, I am looking at you, Zinon.)
PLOT / MEMES: I prefer plotting but people have also complained in the past that I plot things too well and then there’s nothing left to rp so... hmm. My current tactic is to use memes for inspiration, to gauge interest and stuff. And hc memes are great for expanding characters. At the same time, I reblog memes quite rarely bc I have no self-control over the number of threads I start and can get easily overwhelmed with everything I have to deliver... and then it might take me months to reply and I try to avoid that but life also likes to throw curve balls at me.
stolen from: multiple people on the dash- @xbasilrp @banamaak @heroyam
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Phan Cam: A Heroic Dream Festival (Day 1) (Part 3)
Hey, hey, hey, everybody! It’s time for summer’s most loveliest sounds! Welcome to this year’s Dream Festival! This promises to be a special one as we’re doing it here at Avengers Campus in New York City! That’s right, Dream FES is making its American and international debut. Starting in Tokyo, Japan, now we’re doing overseas. To get us more in the scene, our reporter on the inside is backstage right now. Over to you, girl!
>Backstage.
That’s right, I’m here backstage of what promises to be the biggest Dream Festival yet. Not only will we have our usual Idol Units with new song just ready for you, but we’ve got all kinds of acts on the second day from locals to certain parts of the world. And let’s not forget that on the third day, we will have our usual competition to see which Unit will get a music deal and have a full album release ready in time for the Winter Holidays. Joining me here are some fellow reporters: Robbie Robertson and Robert Bauchamp.
Thank you. Arigato.
Merci. I wonder if they’ll do this next year on Luna or in Paris.
Reporter: So, what is your take on Dream FES being here in America?
Mr. Robertson: Well, it’ll be a little different. We’ve had something like this over Christmas, but to see it again here and knowing that this System will be uses in the U.S. will be promise to be something new and great.
Beauchamp: Maybe. But I can imagine some people may not be happy with the System.
Reporter: You mean, because it’s like a magical girl transformation.
Mr. Robertson: You mean with the nudity?
Beauchamp: Pretty much. But I think there will be most people who will like it. But I guess we’ll find out tonight.
Reporter: It sure seems that way. And how do you feel about knowing that on the second day, some people other than the Idol Units will be able to use the System?
Mr. Robertson: Well, I wouldn’t be surprised that some people would love to try it out. They would feel more like actual Idols and magical boys and girls.
Beauchamp: My friends are performing on the second day and they paid to use the System. I think this will be the first time they’re doing something like this.
Reporter: I hope they’ll do great. Last one, what will you be writing about this in your respected media?
Beauchamp: Well, I write for a small tabloid in Luna, but I think they would read about it and might consider using the System there. But I think they would most likely prefer the next Dream Festival to be in Paris.
Mr. Robertson: Well, I might be able to write about this in the Daily Bugle... If my boss will find some room after bashing Spider-Man.
Reporter: (laughing a bit) No doubt about it. He sure has it out. Well, back to you on stage.
>Back on stage.
MC: Thanks, girl. Now, I have a special guest of my own. A real hero... At least I think he is... Are you really a hero?
Maybe. I’m sorta banned from Avengers Campus... But I had to make my Phansite debut while I can. No matter how late it’ll be posted.
MC: (confused) Come again?
Deadpool: Oops! Almost said something that I shouldn’t have. Well, better be off... I think those damn S.H.I.E.L.D. agents spotted me. See ya!
>As quickly as he came, Deadpool vanishes.
MC: (trying to make sense of what just happened) Okay... Moving on. It looks like we’re about to begin as Haruto Mikami comes on stage with his Unit, Sankishi. Mikami has just been made the new head of D-Four Productions after its former head retired. But despite this, Mikami will still perform with Sankishi. So ladies and gentlemen, give it up for the legendary Idol Unit to come all the way here from Japan. Sankishi!
>Everyone cheered as Sankishi comes on stage.
Haruto: Hello, New York!
Susa: Here we are! Dream FES in America!
Ichika: Time to show this nation the magic that we have in store.
Haruto: But don’t think we alone will do this. We have all of our fellow Idol Units to help you see your dreams come true. We have DearDream!
Thank you, New York and Avengers Campus, for having us!
Susa: We have KUROFUNE!
Let us set sail, New York, to the future!
Ichika: We have ACE!
Tonight, Avengers Campus, we’ll be your ace in the hole!
Haruto: We have In-Show-Ha!
Great ready, America! It’s showtime!
Susa: We have ANSwer!
Let’s show you all the answer you’ve been looking for!
Ichika: And we have SKUL5!
Our music will dash into your hearts and stick in your skulls!
Haruto: And let’s not forget that on the second day, which is actually the day after tomorrow as we will need time to rest and maybe check out the campus between shows, we will have an open mike to show us what you guys have to offer.
Susa: And on the final day, we will have our competition to see which of our Units, both old and new, will get a chance to have a music deal and release an album and CD just in time for the Holidays.
Ichika: Now, let us join together and make this the most memorable Dream Festival ever.
All:
Let’s make dreams a reality!
>The whole crowd cheers.
Haruto: Now let’s start off. I believe we three are first. So get ready as we start with our new song.
Susa: So let’s greet this show with the light of hope.
Ichika: And illuminate the darkness the plagues our lives.
Sankishi: For we will be your Sun Knights!
Dorika Time!
Catch Your Cheers!
Haruto: A fine time to ride.
Catch Your Cheers!
Susa: Let’s gallop to your side!
Catch Your Cheers!
Ichika: We’ll be your knights on white horses.
>Sankishi changes their clothes.
Riding Horse Series! Complete!
>With that, Sankishi begins their song, Sun Knights.
>Meanwhile, in the crowed, we notice a strange group approaching us...
Perfect. You came just in time.
Grizzly Bear: What up, Ren, Yusuke!
Chloe Park: Hey, you guys!
We’re so glad the seven of you could make it.
We would have arrived sooner, but we had to finish unpacking.
Weird. I don’t think I’ve seen guys like you in the dorm.
Or even in the adults’ dorm.
That goes triple for the girls’ side.
We’re not staying at the dorms. Griff has relatives in the Bronx. They’re in Asia for a few weeks, but they said we can crash at their place while they’re away.
All of you?
Panda: Not all of us. Me and my brothers are too big for Griff’s cousin’s place. But we already have some friends here in New York who are will to let us in. But where they’re staying is not place for a little girl, even if Chloe is already in college. So she’s staying with Tom and the others.
Chloe: He has a point. I’m not too keen on sleeping in sewage.
You better not let Tunnel Rat hear that. He likes exploring those sewers.
I wonder if we’ll see him again soon.
Violet: Vince said that he and the other Joes would be here before the festival ends. You’ll see him soon.
Why am I suddenly worried about you wondering when you’ll see that soldier?
Typical father behavior. You’re worried... because your daughter discovered boys.
>Tohor, through gritting teeth, resists the urge to punch Lucien in the face.
Everyone, these are our friends from San Francisco. Me and Yusuke met them while while we were there for the art show. First, we have the Bear Brothers: Grizzly, Panda, and Ice Bear.
Yay! It’s beary good to meet some fellow bears!
Ice Bear: Ice Bear’s never seen a bear like you before.
IMPROTANT NOTE: Due to circumstances beyond our control, this post has been cut off. We will try to post the rest of the story in another post. We apologize for the inconvenience.
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The Bet | e.l.
*Gif doesn’t belong to me! Credits to the owner <3
Pairing: Erin Lindsay x Fem!Reader
Requested: yes yes by my forever fav @sylvieshay
Warnings: some heartbreak, shitting on jay a little (oops), angst n fluff
Word count: 2k ish
A/N: i dont even know... but can we get a woot woot for plot holes. mostly backstory so skip this one if that bores you. this could be a prequel to Breaks are Supposed to End, if you want it to be since that fic has no plot, but it wasn't intended
Erin had been distancing herself from everyone in her life weeks before she cut off all contact with them. You didn’t even know what kind of trouble she had been in before she disappeared, but you knew it had to be bad for Erin not to talk to you. It always was.
The two of you were inseparable, so nobody saw it coming.
She met you for the first time when you moved to Chicago in order to attend college there. Your parents were friends with the Voight’s and they had asked him to help you get situated in the city while they stayed behind in Indiana.
Being new in town meant you didn’t know anyone else, so you were grateful when Camille and Hank insisted on having you over for weekly dinners with their family.
It reminded you of the times when you were younger, before they took Erin in, when they'd come by for the holidays. It made the lonely city seem a bit more like home.
She took your breath away the moment you saw her sitting at that dinner table. You don’t know how you looked at her, but the smirk that appears on Hank’s face and the nudge that Camille gives her husband to not say a word goes completely unnoticed. She was quite the spitfire, even at 18, and it was intoxicating.
When the semester began in the fall, you had class nearly every day and Erin joined the police academy. The two of you were busy as ever, but somehow, your schedules would line up after 6pm and you’d study together.
Years passed before you realized you liked her, but you settled for the best friend role because a little of Erin was better than none at all.
You should have just told her because when she saw you with other guys, or other girls for that matter, she knew she felt the same way.
She was really, really slow to show it, but Erin had taken a liking to you as well — to your caring nature, your independence.
Never once did you treat her like the girls at St. Ignatius used to. You were kind and gentle, and she loved the way you made her feel about her accomplishments. You were always so, so proud.
Over the years Erin filled you in on her past, spilling every secret and sharing the little things she would never tell anyone else. Piece by piece, trauma by trauma, you had slowly begun to heal Erin’s heart. After all, you knew everything about her, and you still didn’t run away.
It wasn’t like you weren’t warned though. People told you that you should be careful around “the Lindsay girl” but you weren’t scared of Erin, or her past. You could never be scared of her. If anything, it made you want to hold on tighter to her because despite everything that happened when she was younger, she was still a wonderful person.
Erin was never one to make friends easily, so holding tighter was exactly what you did. You were there when Erin graduated from the police academy and when she first joined Intelligence with Hank. You never missed a single milestone.
You were also there when shit hit the fan and by then, you knew that her go to coping mechanism was to shut people out.
She shut you out when Camille passed away and she’ll never forget how mad you got at her because Camille was your family too. She shut you out to protect you when that serial killer was targeting women in Chicago and when Nadia was killed. She shut you out when she found out Jay was married and when he moved out of her apartment, but every single time, it was you she ran to when life became too much to handle.
After weeks of dodging your calls and pretending not to be home, Erin found herself looking around her empty apartment, thinking about the memories that were made within it’s walls. She couldn’t count the number of times the two of you had movie nights in that living room or the times you had celebrated anything and everything with her in that kitchen.
Jay almost moved in with her in that apartment. Jay, her boyfriend, er... ex-boyfriend. She thought it would break her heart to leave him behind more than it did, but she knew he would never leave Intelligence for her. He belonged there. What broke her heart was leaving you, without a text or call. She just assumed you’d be better off without her. She was tired of being your burden to bear.
So, when the sun came up the next morning, she locked up for the last time, dropping her keys off at the office before leaving for a new city and a new life.
The last thing you expected, was to find out from Jay that Erin’s apartment was cleared out and her phone was disconnected. You didn’t believe him at first, but it was true, you called her yourself.
Before you realize what you were doing, you were already halfway to the precinct. The automated voice telling you that your best friend’s number had been disconnected was ringing in your ears, making your head pound. You mumbled incoherently to yourself, still in disbelief that she would just leave… leaving you behind in a city you hated, in a city she knew you hated.
It wasn’t that you always hated Chicago, it really wasn't, but year after year it chipped away at you until all that’s left was Erin. There was nothing here for you anymore, not without her.
She was the only reason you stayed.
“Trudy, where’s Erin?” you blurt out as you burst through the entrance of the 21st District. Trudy’s eyes shot up as you stopped yourself right in front of her, bracing yourself braced against the counter.
“I- um…” she stammered, startled by your presence.
“Where is she?” There were tears in your eyes and you were exhausted from worrying.
Trudy’s silence told you all you needed to know. The way she looked at you, like you were going to shatter if you weren’t careful, only confirmed it. Erin was gone.
“I’m going to buzz you up to talk to Hank, alright?”
“Ok,” you whisper weakly. You quickly head up to the bullpen, where Intelligence was currently working on a case. Your eyes catch on Erin’s empty desk and you tried not to fall apart right there.
Hank saw how distressed you were and brought you into his office, shutting the door.
“You want to know where Erin is.”
It wasn’t even a question. He always knew the two of you like the back of his hand.
You nodded and a sigh falls from his lips.
“Do you think that’s the best idea right now? Erin… has been through a lot over the past few months. It's been hard on her.”
“I need her Hank… and she needs me. I— I love her,” you choke out. “There’s nothing here for me anymore. I have to find her. I have to go after her."
Your eyes plead with him desperately and he stares at you for a moment, as if he was trying to make sure you meant what you were saying.
The next thing you knew, you were watching as Hank grabbed a pen from his desk and wrote down an address on a piece of scrap paper, handing it to you when he finished.
“New York… I have to...”
“I know” Hank said, putting down his pen. There was understanding written all over his face.
“Are you going to be ok here without us? You won't be lonely?” you asked. You couldn't help but be concerned for him, knowing that the man you loved like a second father didn’t have anyone else.
“You were always a worrier, Y/N.” Hank chuckled and pulled you in for a hug, which you gladly accepted. "Don’t you worry about me, kid. I still got these guys who need me to boss them around,” he said, flicking his head towards the rest of Intelligence.
“And you’ll be careful, right?”
“You know I will. Stop worrying already and go get our girl,” Hank grins, ruffling your hair as if you were a teenager again.
You were on a plane not even 3 hours later.
The flight from Chicago to New York was a blur. You don’t really remember getting off the plane and you definitely don’t remember getting a cab.
You’re not even sure how you got there, but the next thing you knew, you were standing in front of Erin's door, holding the slip of paper that Hank had scrawled her address on.
The whole trip, all you thought about was how you had to see her, but now that you were actually here, you couldn’t bring yourself to knock on the door.
Taking a deep breath and steeling yourself for her reaction, you finally knocked.
A long few seconds later, your favorite person opens her door for you, her eyes widening in shock when she realized who it was.
“Y/N?” Erin gasped as she lunged into your arms. New York had been as lonely for her as Chicago once had felt for you, and she didn’t realize how much she needed you until that moment.
“You came after me…” Erin breathed into you. You squeezed her tighter and buried your face into her shoulder.
“I will always come after you, Erin.” Your voice was shaky, overwhelmed by everything around you.
“Why did you leave without telling me?” You looked so sad and Erin’s heart broke at the sight.
She let go of you and reached down to take one of your hands.
“I— I didn’t want to, but I got into some serious trouble, Y/N. Serious enough that I couldn’t stay in Chicago. I didn't have a choice...”
“You didn’t even tell Jay…” you mumbled, staring at a spot on the ground.
“Jay…” Erin scoffs and uses her free hand to lift your chin, making you look at her. "Jay and I were over before all this even happened. It was basically over the second I found out he was married. Plus, I was waiting for the right time to tell the person I really liked how I felt about them. Telling Jay didn't even cross my mind."
There was a smile on Erin’s face, but a frown was plastered on yours.
Who did she like this time?
You weren’t sure you could go through that again.
“It was always you,” she whispered, leaving you stunned.
“What?”
“It was always you,” she said, a little louder this time. “Even when I was with Jay… it was always you. You were always there for me and I never got to thank you for it.” You give Erin’s hand a squeeze, letting her know that you didn’t need any thanks.
"I knew ever since I saw you with that girl from college. I’m sorry, but she was god awful. Why you dated her, I will never know. You were totally out of her league.” Erin stops her rambling just in time to watch as your face goes through all the different phases of realizing what she meant, before you lit up in a smile.
You threw your arms around Erin’s neck, planting a kiss on her cheek, as she laughed and spun you around off your feet.
When she finally put you down, you pull her in for the sweetest kiss and it was like coming home after a long day at work. It was everything.
“So, you think you’re in my league, do ya?” you smirked. Erin rolls her eyes at you before planting a kiss on your nose, making you giggle.
“I love you,” she murmured and your heart soared. Both of you had gotten what you wanted after all. It was about damn time, too.
Erin was curled up into your side on the couch as you watched a romcom when you sat up wordlessly, suddenly remembering everything that happened the past couple days.
“You are never, ever allowed to do that to me again, Erin Lindsay.” You scold, lightly punching her in the shoulder.
“Never,” she said, giving you her best serious face and shaking her head quickly with her eyes wide.
“Good. Oh, and remind me to call Hank in the morning. Apparently our parents bet on when we’d end up together,” you say, pursing your lips. “Your’s won."
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ADAM SACKLER - Girls (2012-2017)
- FICS -
MEET THE BOYS: Adam Sackler - (450 words)
an intro to Sackler in the jynzandtonic universe
The Show Must Go On - AO3 - (1.8k + 1.7k + 2k words)
{part 1} - {part 2} - {part 3}
switch!Sackler x switch!reader: “omg they were quarantined!” w/ anonymous webcam sex and edging
Cherry - (1.6k + ? words)
{part 1} - {part 2 tba; it’s on the back burner!}
Daddy!Sackler x virgin!reader: reader has a daddy kink and innocence kink, initiates a pre-negotiated roleplay scenario for their first time sexual experience
Swiped - AO3 - audio - (1.2k + 1.3k + 2k words)
FULL FIC + AUDIO or {part 1} - {part 2} - {part 3}
Sackler x inexperienced/virgin!reader: “omg and they were roommates!” w/ idiots-to-lovers, instruction, dirty talk
Cake - (1k + 1.9k + ?) - to be continued!
{part 1} - {part 2} - {part 3}
Sackler asks what you want for your birthday. You ask for DAT BOOTY. Switch!Sackler x switch!reader pegging fic!
What to Expect - AO3 - (30k+) - WIP!
ch.1 - ch.2 - ch.3 - ch.4 - ch.5 - ch.6 - ch.7 - ch.8 - ch.9 - ch.10 - ch.11 - ch.12 - ch.13 - ch.14 - ch.15 (epilogue)
You decide to have a baby via donor, but your friend across the hall offers to help out the old-fashioned way. Preggo/Babyfic feat. Sackler!
Whole - AO3 - (500 words)
There are days when it feels like you just can’t get out of bed. There are days when you feel like you’re broken. But with Adam, you know you’re never really alone.
Ask Her - AO3 - audio - (5k words)
When you let it slip that you fooled around with your best friend back in the day, Sackler asks if you’d do it again. When you say you would, he can’t seem to let the idea of the three of you go. Maybe—just maybe—all you have to do is ask her.
Basic Instinct - AO3 - (25k)
ch.1 - ch. 2 - ch. 3 - ch. 4 - ch. 5 - ch. 6 - ch.7 - ch. 8
It’s a lucky coincidence—when you’re desperately searching for a new place, Adam Sackler has a room for rent. Plus, alphas and betas make great roommates, right? … Right?
- THOTS -
Losing your virginity to Sackler
Adam making you cum while out at dinner w/ his parents
Sackler fingerfucking you on a rollercoaster
Facefucking and spitting in your mouth
Sackler screeching for cuddles
Sackler finding ‘innocent’ virgin!reader’s vibrator
Feeling needy and giving Sackler a sloppy, lovey BJ
Sackler teaching anxious reader how to give him head
Sackler wanting to see your lipstick smeared on his cock
Shy reader pulling The Lip Bite (TM) on Adam
Temperature play w/ ice cubes
Shy reader turning passionate for Sackler
What are the odds: wearable vibe at work
You and Sackler jerking each other off at a movie theater
Fucking you so hard you forget you even met your ex
Soft dom!reader overstimulating sweet Sackler
Adam eating your pussy on a hike
Riding Sackler’s face to shut him the fuck up
Sweet, soft sex with Sackler in front of your ex
Soft, sleepy morning sex
Adam loving on your teeny tiny titties
Gremlin!Sackler fingering the fuck outta you
Shit-talking switch!Sackler feat. some bondage
Catching Sackler jerkin’ it and playing with his titties
Some very possessive dirty talk
Adam finding virgin!reader’s dildo
Sackler ‘helping’ busy student!reader unwind
Proud reader fucking Sackler backstage between shows
Sackler buys you your very first vibe
Sackler pulling up your sundress and fucking you in the park
Sleeping in *ahem* too small of a bed with roommate Sackler
Sex that sent you and Sackler to the ER
Sackler in a healthy, communicative relationship
Sackler comforting a reader far away from home
Sackler with asexual!reader
- SNACCS -
Random shit that Adam says in bed with you
Pregnancy kink with Adam Sackler
Sackler’s nicknames for reader
Daddy!Adam Sackler daydreams
Misc Sackler hcs: dirty talk, sex, exhibitionism, domestic fluff
Songs on my Sackler “bedroom playlist”
Comparing the temperature of your mouth and cunt
Sackler eating out nervous!reader for the first time
How Sackler gives kisses
Dan + Sackler soothing your anxiety
Making grumpy Sackler BEG FOR IT
Bashful Sackler hcs
On Adam’s chaotic!switch tendencies
NSFW Alphabet: Cum + Fave Position
On seeing a usually self conscious partner feel confident about their body
Adam Sackler loves love
Sexy HCs: cum, masturbation, oral, kinks, pussy-eating
CLYDE LOGAN - Logan Lucky (2017)
- FICS -
Meet the Boys: Clyde Logan
Maybe - AO3 - (1k words)
breeding kink/creampie WITHOUT the possibility/goal of reader becoming pregnant
Clyde gets ASMR - AO3 - (1k words)
Your sweet boy Clyde is the first guest on your ASMR channel. SFW fluff, can you believe it?!
Solstice - AO3 - (3k + 1.8k words)
{part 1} - {part 2}
It happens every Winter Solstice–you shift into a fox and wander the West Virginian woods for the longest night of the year. When you’re injured in an accident, the kind local bartender takes you into his care. Little does he know you’ll shift back into your human form come sunrise… without a shred of clothing on you.
The Plunge - AO3 - (3.4k words)
Clyde's not too hot on the idea of you swimmin' all by yourself at night, so it's up to you to convince him to join you for some moonlight skinny dipping.
In Vino Veritas - AO3 - (6.6k words)
In Vino Veritas — ‘In Wine, Truth.' You open up your very own wine bar, but one Boone County bartender isn’t particularly pleased about it. When a rift emerges between the two of you, will you find a way to mend it? And is there really “truth in wine?”
Eyes Wide Open - AO3 - (1.5k words)
It's all anonymous, and you're so hungry for a lover's touch. You'll never see him; he'll never know you. After an hour together, you'll part ways and never cross paths again. You couldn't find each other if you tried. As luck would have it, you might not need to.
- THOTS -
Rowdy fuckin’ with Clyde
Clyde comforting reader after a fight with a parent/other
Touch-starved, babbling, dirty-talking Clyde
Daddy!Clyde fucking bratty reader while decorating the xmas tree
Clyde getting riled up watching you do stretches
Mirror-fucking and dirty-talk with Clyde
Phone sex with Clyde
Teaching Clyde to dance
Making Clyde do a homemade facemask*
Clyde wants a baby for Christmas
Admiring and loving on Clyde’s soft cock
The first time Clyde made your cheeks go hot
Filthy fucking at Duck Tape with Clyde
Clyde’s very first time eating pussy*
Crying on Clyde’s cock
Clyde making you cum seven times in a row (for luck, y’know)
Facesitting with Daddy!Clyde
Clyde fucking your ass at Duck Tape after seeing your plug
Leaving the big city and reassuring Clyde of your choice
Waking Clyde up with some slow head
Sweet n sensual mirror sex with Clyde
Clyde comforting you with slow lovemaking
Clyde comforting isolated reader
Sending/receiving nude pics with Clyde
Corrupting sweet sub!Clyde
- SNACCS -
Clyde comforting sad reader (gn)
Clyde + breeding kink/pregnancy - part 1
Clyde + breeding kink/pregnancy - part 2
Clyde + breeding kink/pregnancy - part 3
Clyde with a lactation kink
Clyde taking care of you when you’re sick
Netflix and... cockwarming. oops
Riding Clyde’s cock. That’s it. That’s the post.
Marking his territory with creampies
Fantasizing about meeting Clyde at the bar
Clyde x SIZE KINK
Loving fussing over Clyde
High school Clyde (uwu)
Telling Clyde you want to have a baby
Clyde being protective of you
NSFW Alphabet: Oral + Jack Off
Clyde eating pussy
MORE Clyde and breeding kink
The first time you have sex with Clyde feat. SIZE KINK
Sexy HCs: creampies, pussy-eating, and pregnancy
FLIP ZIMMERMAN - Blackkklansman (2017)
- FICS -
Under the Stars - AO3 - (2.8k)
Flip Zimmerman’s always talking shit—even about the gear you’ve brought on your weekend camping trip. When the rain rolls in, will you help him out with a dry place to sleep?
Sweeter Than Honey (multichapter)- coming soon!
- THOTS -
Visiting Flip at the station to show him your new lipstick
Flip daring you to sit on a vibe for 20min (overstim)
Coming home to find you in lingerie + his flannel
Fucking you in the archives division and telling you to keep quiet
GOOD COP BAD COP feat. Flip + Ronnie
Mirror sex in a dressing room
Breeding kink w/ Flip*
Your first time with Flip - part 1
Your first time with Flip - part 2
Fucking the brat out of you at a holiday party
Flip taking care of you after a long work day
Lovey-dovey drunk sex with Flip
Playing strip-poker with Flip
Slapping Flip (hint: it doesn’t go over well)
Flip spitting on your pussy
JUST how much Flip loves you
Slow lovemaking with Flip
- SNACCS -
Flip’s kinks, fave things to do in bed, and aftercare
Flip cheering you up after a bad day
Visiting Flip at the station in your skimpiest outfit
Flip being territorial over you in public
L.E.O. boys on National Horny Day
Flip being charming and playful
NSFW Alphabet: Aftercare, Goofy, Motivation, Stamina, Unfair
Gender-affirming lovin’ with Flip (transmasc!reader)
Semi-public sex and getting caught
On the subject of Flip’s balls
Growing old with Flip
OFFICER RONNIE PETERSON - The Dead Don’t Die (2018)
- FICS -
MEET THE BOYS: Ronnie Peterson - (1k words)
an intro to Ronnie in the jynzandtonic universe, in which the ending of The Dead Don’t Die is gleefully retconned
Holds Two Nicely - AO3 - (2k + ? words)
{part 1} - {part 2 coming soon}
switch!Ronnie gets road head in the Smart Car, and reader’s gonna pay for pulling that type of shenanigans
This Is The Way - AO3 - (2.6k words)
STAR WARS ROLEPLAY SEX WITH MANDO!RONNIE
Bad Day - AO3 - (2k)
blowing off a bad day with some mutual masturbation + squirting
- THOTS -
Meet the Boys: Officer Ronnie Peterson
Hand kink w/ Ronnie’s giant paws
Deepthroating + dirty talk with sweet + spicy bby Ronnie
Rescuing Ronnie from the apocalypse and settling in the big city
GOOD COP BAD COP feat. Flip + Ronnie
Handcuffing and domming Ronnie
Ronnie can’t keep his hands off you at the PD holiday party
Sitting on Ronnie’s face... HE LIKES IT.
Mando!Reader doms subby Ronnie
Cockwarming as a form of dominance with switch!Ronnie
DOUBLE PENETRATION with Ronnie + a Clone-A-Willy
Ronnie finding you half-naked in a Stormtrooper costume
Thigh-riding Ronnie at the station
Ronnie overstimulating you with a clit-sucker + cockwarming
Giving Ronnie head in the bathroom at a frat party
Ronnie spanking you after he has a rough day skiing
Make-up snuggling with Ronnie after a fight
Virgin!Ronnie x virgin!reader thots
Sending/receiving nudes with Ronnie
- SNACCS -
Fluffy/dirty HCs for nerdy boy Ronnie
What are Ronnie’s hugs like?
How Ronnie dresses when he’s not in uniform
L.E.O. boys on National Horny Day
Dan + Ronnie on Daddy kink
Ronnie Peterson Tummy Appreciation Post
NSFW Alphabet: Jack Off, Zzzzz, + Dirty Secret
CHARLIE BARBER - Marriage Story (2019)
- FICS -
MEET THE BOYS: Charlie Barber - (550 words)
an intro to Charlie in the jynzandtonic universe, which occurs solely post-Marriage Story
Exit Stage Right - AO3 - (1k words)
Theater smut and a very protective, soft Daddy!Charlie
Special Spot - AO3 - (850 words)
Daddy!Charlie is stressed from work and asks you to play with his ass
Business or Pleasure - AO3 - (1.7k words + ?) - WIP!
{part 1} - {part 2}
CHARLIE BARBER x READER x DAN JONES THREESOME
Lost and Found - AO3 - (4.6k words)
You’re an artist in New York City patiently waiting to find your soulmate. But what happens if your soulmate didn’t wait to find you?
- THOTS -
Desperate, touch-starved fucking with Charlie
Cockwarming in the theater with Charlie
Charlie buying sex toys for reader
Building IKEA furniture + drinking wine
How Kind of You to Let Me Cum: etiquette kink with Daddy!Charlie
Counting belt spankings for Daddy!Charlie
Charlie rubbing your clit on the subway
Daddy!Charlie feat. squirting kink
Charlie comforting you after a hard day
Christmas party cockwarming with Charlie
Thigh-riding Charlie in his office
Professor!Charlie Barber fucking you in the library stacks
Charlie and a little bit of voyeurism/exhibitionism
Teasing Charlie like a little brat
Charlie fucking nonbinary!reader senseless for looking too good
Sleepy morning head with Charlie + erogenous zones
Charlie punishing you with edging, spanking, and overstim
Wearing Charlie’s hand like a necklace + mirror sex
Late-night somnophilia with Charlie
Distracting Professor!Charlie during office hours
Getting messy making pancakes with Charlie
Cockwarming for Charlie during his zoom meetings
Charlie taking his frustration out on you + aftercare
Student/teacher cockwarming with Professor!Barber
Falling asleep after sex with Charlie
Soft breeding kink feels with Charlie
- SNACCS -
Misc Charlie hcs: nicknames, sex, aftercare, + more
Charlie sending you gorgeous NYC lingerie
d-d-d-d-DADDY KINK + more
NSFW Alphabet: Unfair - remote control vibe
NSFW Alphabet: Cum, Jack Off, Fave Position, Goofy, Stamina
Charlie teaching you your manners before a fancy date
Daddy!Charlie on erotic piercings
Threesomes with Charlie: Adam, Dan, + Toby
PHILLIP ALTMAN - This Is Where I Leave You (2014)
- FICS -
A Great American Pastime - coming soon!
- THOTS -
Edging bratty sub!Phillip
Phillip messing with you during Passover Seder
Sudsy shower sex with Altman
Altman fucking you in the pool during a family bbq
Making Philly cum in his pants at a house party
Phillip buying you a naughty present
Pegging bratty Phillip
Phillip degrading + facefucking you
Handcuffing Phillip and riding his face
- SNACCS -
Phillip + Sackler on the BDSM test
NSFW Alphabet: Goofy, Motivation, Unfair, Volume
Spending Hanukkah with Phillip
Sending/receiving nude pics with Phillip
DAN JONES (au context) - The Report (2019)
- FICS -
MEET THE BOYS: Dan Jones - (550 words)
an intro to Dan in the jynzandtonic universe, in which he is still a Senate staffer and the lead investigator for the Senate Select Committee on Intelligence; this is not RPF
Business or Pleasure - AO3 - (1.7k words + ?) - WIP!
{part 1} - {part 2}
CHARLIE BARBER x READER x DAN JONES THREESOME
Long Day - AO3 - (2.7k words)
DOM!Dan Jones!
Consumed by his work for the Senate Intelligence Committee, Dan comes home to you tense and exhausted, desperate for an outlet for his stress. Lucky for him, his little dove always knows just what he needs.
Professor!Dan Jones AU - coming soon!
- THOTS -
Sensual phone sex with Dan
Subby!Dan with assistant!reader
Riding the fuck out of Dan in his office chair (drabble)
Disciplining Dan when he’s misbehaved
Semi-public sex with riled-up Daniel
Dan begging you to swallow his cum*
Surprising Dan with head when he comes home from work
- SNACCS -
Dan + Sackler soothing your anxiety
Dan + Ronnie on Daddy kink
Dan with a shy!reader
Aftercare with Dan
NSFW Alphabet: Cum, Jack Off, + Toys
TOBY GRISONI (GRUMMET) - The Man Who Killed Don Quixote (2016)
- FICS -
You Can, You Shall, You Must (multichapter) - coming soon!
- THOTS -
Distracting Toby mid-film by being a brat
Toby eating your pussy on the train + getting caught
- SNACCS -
Misc Toby HCs: fucking, protectiveness, aesthetics
Misc Toby HCs: thigh-riding, hair-braiding, polaroids
NSFW Alphabet: Kinks + WILDCARDS
Toby mustache HCs
RICK SMOLAN (au context) - Tracks (2013)
- FICS -
Meet Me in Moab (Vanlife!Rick AU) - coming soon!
- THOTS -
Watching sub!Rick jerk himself off for you
Rick shooting outdoor lingerie photos
Fucking a very touch-starved Rick
Making Rick cum in his pants
Rick worshipping readers phat titties
- SNACCS -
Roadtripping with Rick
Rick tickling and teasing your pussy
PAUL SEVIER - Midnight Special (2015)
- FICS -
Sugar Daddy!Paul Sevier AU - coming soon!
- THOTS -
Praise kink with sweet Sevvy
Catching feelings for Sugar Daddy!Sevier
Sugar Daddy!Sevier comforting you during hard times
Paul spanking you with his file folders
Giving Sevvy head so good he cries
Overstimulating sub!Sevier
Somnophilia with Sevier
-SNACCS-
Sevier comforting sad reader
ALL OF THE BOYS
DOM/SUB x LAWFUL-NEUTRAL-CHAOTIC Chart
- THOTS -
Dirty texts from all of the boys
How the boys feel about stretch marks
Cute lil’ domestic arguments with Clyde, Ronnie, Charlie, Dan, + Flip
The boys with pregnant!reader
The boys on hickies and love-bites
The boys on period sex
Loving on fat!reader
Sunday morning snuggles and ~shagging~
How the boys would ask you to move in with them
The boys with a nonbinary!reader (they/them)
How the boys would spend a snow-day with you
- SNACCS -
The boys on thicc thighs
Dominant/submissive x LNC chart for the boys
Charlie + Ronnie comforting sad reader
~Soft~ hcs for Flip, Dan, Sevier, Ronnie, + Phillip
TRUTH OR DARE with Sackler, Clyde, + Flip - part 1
TRUTH OR DARE with Sackler, Clyde, + Flip - part 2
TRUTH OR DARE with Charlie, Phillip, Ronnie, + Dan
Top three boys with a breeding kink
The boys on the BDSM test
Flip, Daddy!Charlie, Clyde, + Sackler on being called ‘himbos’
A lil’ bit of clit worship
Sweet + spicy hcs with Clyde + Sackler
Sweet + spicy hcs with Flip + Ronnie
What kind of porn the boys watch/read
Falling asleep and waking up with you
What to do to get the boys weak for you
Must-have songs on their “bedroom playlists”
How kinky do the boys get + fave positions
How the boys rate in the exhibitionist category
The boys taking care of you when you’re sick
NSFW Alphabet: Aftercare with Sackler + Charlie
NSFW Alphabet: WILDCARD
NSFW Alphabet: Experience
NSFW Alphabet: Dirty Secret
NSFW Alphabet: Location
NSFW Alphabet: No
The boys with a transman (transmasc!reader)
What the boys sound like before they cum
On finding out you’re bisexual
What the boys are like when they’re drunk: Toby, Dan, + Rick
What the boys are like when they’re drunk: Charlie, Clyde, Flip, + Ronnie
How the boys give hugs
What the boys prefer to fuck
Reverse cowgirling Charlie, Dan, Sackler, + Clyde
What alcohol the boys like to drink
A few New Year’s Resolutions
How the boys feel about verbal debasement/degradation kink
Size kink with Flip, Ronnie, + Clyde
Favorite rewards for The Subby Boys (TM)
Romantic nights with Flip, Charlie, + Clyde
Reactions to participating in skin-care pamering night
On dating a reader who does camming
The Babie-Daddy-Gremlin Triangle
The boys helping you when you’re overwhelmed with work
WHICH OF THE BOYS...
Would be most likely to roleplay Mulder/Scully with you
Is most likely to cum on you vs. cum in you
Likes to be called “Sir” (for scientific purposes)
Has the biggest dick - part 1
Has the biggest dick - part 2 (NSFW Alphabet)
Has the best cock
Prefer showers or baths
Is the dirtiest and softest
Give the best back scratches when tucking you in
Wear speedos vs. trunks
Want to bring snacks to sexytime (food kink)
Is an ass man vs. a boobs man
Would be into having a threesome, and what kind
Would want to have children*
Is the best at eating you out
Has the heaviest balls feat. @clydesducktape
Love facials the most
Is most likely to eat ass
Do I ship with each other + threesome ideas : paul x rick threesome, flip x phillip
Like to dole out orgasm denial/edging
Is the cuddliest
Is most likely to fuck the bratty attitude out of you
Has an edging kink
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MATT THE RADAR TECHNICIAN
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The Dungeon Master - AO3 - (1.7k words + 1.9k)
{part 1} - {part 2}
Matt plays D&D on Thursday nights, and you decide to interrupt him for a good dicking. You get more than you bargained for.
CHAOTIC DOM!Matt
-THOTS + SNACCS -
HCs: Matt the Radar Tech, Cameron the Actor, + Mr. Ketchup
HCs: very NSFW chaotic-dom!Matt the Radar Tech things
Matt the Radar Technician’s pet chinchilla, Greg by @rollerdiscodiva
How you got together with Matt + misc HCs
A few Matt x chubby!reader HCs
Feral Matt the Radar Tech being... sweet??
What Matt’s cock is like
Feral Matt being a little sweet after sex
Crumbs on soft!Matt
Surprising Matt with some DnD cosplay sex
Matt + first-time somnophilia
Matt congratulating you for acing a test the way he knows best
Trying to give Matt a slow, sweet blowjob
Keeping grumpy Matty up late with some deepthroating
Sweet Matt buying you succulents
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SNL BOYS
-THOTS + SNACCS -
Wearing Christmas Lingerie while Daddy McTavish tries to work on Zoom
Your first Christmas with Mr. McTavish and Mr. Pennyham (Sleepover Dad)
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KYLO/BEN SPECIAL WRITING EVENTS
-THOTS + SNACCS -
Kylo’s guilty pleasures
Kylo fucking his hand in the refresher
How Kylo/Ben shows everyone you belong to him
Sub!Kylo begging you to let him cum
Tending to each other’s wounds after defeating Snoke’s guard
Dom!Kylo fucking your throat
Kylo/Ben and possessive behavior
Kylo and pregnant reader snaccs
Rough, post-battle sex with Kylo
Tending to Smuggler!Ben’s wounds (Mando!Reader)
Sucking Kylo’s cock in the refresher
Cockwarming in the throne room
Kylo watching you kick ass in training
Sparring with Kylo till he fucks you senseless
Daddy!Kylo Ren overstimming and spanking your pussy
Kylo/Ben taking care of you after a hard mh day
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SPECIAL WRITING EVENTS
KINKTOBER 2021 MASTERLIST
A full month of kinky prompts with all your favorite boys!
Love Letters from The Boys
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KINKS/TROPES - (will be expanded)
-additionally, all of these are tags that can be blocked 🖤-
daddy kink
hurt/comfort
virginity kink / innocence kink
pregnancy kink
breeding kink
size kink
fluff
body positivity
light verbal degradation / degradation kink
light bondage / bondage
light exhibitionism / exhibitionism / voyeurism
semi-public sex
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Day 21 – Jacob Markstrom
Trope: Decorating the house
Word Count: 870 words
A/N: Marky is a magnificent man and it has been far too long since I’ve written for him. Just borrowing your man briefly @danglesnipecelly 😘
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One of your favourite things about the lead up to Christmas was the decorating. It didn’t matter whether it was decorating the outside of your home, the inside of your home, or even just decorating the Christmas tree itself, there was something so magical about when the Christmas finishes were done that made you happy.
This year would be different than usual though – in the best way. This year was the year that you moved in with your boyfriend, and the two of you would be decorating together for the very first time. To be honest, Jacob appeared to be just as excited as you were, which only made the day leading up to ‘decorating day’ more thrilling.
It was the first of many memories together, and you couldn’t wait to share the joy with him.
“I think that’s everything ready now,”
You broke out of your thoughts to see Jacob putting down the last box of decorations onto the kitchen table, and smiled widely at him. There was a big perk of his height and strength that was for sure – there was no way you could’ve carried all this by yourself in this short amount of time – and there was no way you would be able to reach the top of this tree without at least standing on a chair. Jacob, the gentle giant that he is, only had to stretch his arm up high to reach the top of the fir tree.
It was alright for some.
But now it was time; time for the two of you to decorate your house for the holidays, the first time together. It was a little daunting, sure – your previous apartment was nowhere near this size – but with Jacob you knew the two of you would manage just fine.
“Thanks baby, this is great,” you grinned, walking over to him.
He grinned back at you and ducked his head to press a kiss to the top of your head, before looking up at the many boxes again.
“Where should we start?” he asked, frowning slightly, “you’re the Christmas boss,”
Christmas boss. Hah. That didn’t sound so bad.
“Well we’ll need to string up all the lights outside the house, both on the trees and the guttering on the house itself, as well as on the porch. Then there’s the wreath for the front door too, which my mom made for us and sent over. Then we’ve got tinsel for the hallway and for the stair banisters, as well as velvet bows for all of the picture frames. We’ve got this giant tree to do, of course, which we’ve got tinsel, LED lights and baubles for. Ooh, almost forgot the LED lights for the windows at the front of the house. And then finally we’ve got Christmas candles to place around the house, for the ambience and the scents,”
That was everything, right? You weren’t forgetting anything?
Jacob huffed out a slow breath, his eyes wide. “That’s a lot of decorating,”
You couldn’t help but wince. Oops. Were you being too much? Was this too intense for him?
But Jacob noticed your body language and quickly shook his head. “It’s nothing that we can’t do together, right?”
Your hesitation melted away at the smile on his face. Yeah, he was right. By his side, you could accomplish anything. “Step by step, one room or location at a time, we’ll be fine,” you nodded, “Why don’t we start with the tree? That’ll be the highlight of this room anyway,”
“Sounds good to me. It’s always my favourite part, the tree,” Jacob grinned.
“Mine too,” you agreed, smiling up at him.
Growing up, the Christmas tree really had been the focal point of the room – everyone gathered around it on Christmas day to unwrap presents, and it brought the Christmas atmosphere whenever the family spent any time on the sofas watching holiday movies too. The best part? Totally unique every year – each bauble went in a new place, placed by a different person, and the colour combinations were completely down to the people decorating too.
So you couldn’t wait to see what you and Jacob came up with together.
“We just need Christmas sweaters and some Christmas music playing, and then we’re ready to start, yeah?” Jacob said, tilting his head in thought.
“You grab sweaters and I’ll find a playlist?” you suggested.
“Perfect,” Jacob said, smiling widely, “you think of everything,”
You just laughed, shaking your head. “I try – I’m just glad I get to do all of this with you,”
Jacob slid his arms around your waist, pulling you gently against his body, and you resting your palms on his chest to allow you to look up at him comfortably.
“I wouldn’t want to be doing this with anyone else, älskling. Spending the holidays with you is all I could hope for,” he said softly.
You just buried your face in his chest, moving your hands to his back to hold him tightly. Jacob pressed a kiss to the top of your head, leaving his face pressed into your hair as he held you. Yes, today was the start of many new memories for the two of you – and you couldn’t wait.
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Supermarket flowers [Husband! America x reader]
Wordcount: 2, 441
Synopsis: After you nearly forget about a home-visit appointment as a vet, Alfred is reminded of his indifference to your life. He worries that you might be pulling away from him as a result, and he tries his best to make amends.
The reader is referred to as he/him.
Supermarket flowers
[Husband! America x reader]
Alfred always seemed to know what he was doing. When it comes to a child’s perception of adults, responsible, put together, and calm, he fit the bill to a tee. And yet, he seemed to be none of those things when he was alone with you. Impulsive, forgetful, and hot-tempered. You supposed it was just him being himself. And boy, was he a handful.
“Hey, uh, babe,” He began, peering over his shoulder for a hot second. “Could you look at some of my papers for me?” While you typed away on your laptop by the dining table, his back was turned to you as he made a sandwich on the stone countertop. Glancing at him for a moment, you murmured a faint word of agreement and leaned over, reaching for the stack on the other side. “You’re the best.”
“These are your math tests.” You mused, flicking through the first few pages with a light frown. “You’re the head of the math department. I just sit people’s dogs for a living.”
“Whad’ya mean? You’re a doctor.”
“Not a real one, apparently.” You rose your brows, stifling back a nervous laugh.
He put a bowl in the microwave and started it for a loud hum. Then, he turned to you.
“Is this what I said the other day?” Pointing at you with a spoon, he never bothered to lick it clean. He ended up dripping a mysterious white liquid on the ground, much to your discontent. “What I meant is you’re not a person doctor. So... You got a doctorate, for animals, but you’re not like doctor doctor, you know what I mean?”
“Yeah, yeah. Just clean up when you’re done,” You gestured to the mess he was making in his corner of the kitchen. He lowered his gaze to the tiles with ‘oops’ written all over his face.
“And I thought you were making a sandwich. What’s that stuff you’re heating up?”
Alfred pulled a bowl out of the appliance and winced from his fingertips being burned. “Ouch!” Thankfully, he never dropped it. “Oh, this?” He spun to you with a grin so wide, his cheeks blew up like a chipmunk. “This is soap, actually. Have you seen Fight Club?”
“I don’t live under a rock,” You chuckled, much to his glee—“I live with you, which is definitely worse.”
He scowled and trapped you in a playful headlock.
“If the house is stinking up, it’s a combined effort, you know?”
You patted his arm furiously as if he inundated you right on the gym mat. “My stuff doesn’t smell!”
“Of course it does,” Alfred laughed breathily while you struggled in his hold. “You just can’t tell cuz’ your brain is too used to it.”
“You’re the one who used to be a jock in high school.”
“Hey, I was like, the ambassador for Axe body spray,” He defended, earning a sharp grin from you. “I used that stuff like every day.”
“Exactly.”
He said he wanted to start a small soaping business as a side gig over the holidays. There would only be one kind of soap he’d sell, a pink one with the letters ‘Fight Club’ embossed on it like in the poster. If he was fast enough, he could make the Christmas rush.
And that was how he convinced you to do his job.
“... Man, I’ve already forgotten how to do all these.” Fortunately, there was a solutions sheet to look off of. This should’ve been a cinch for Alfred, but he looked too excited for you to tell him off. You’d sneak glances at him with a growing smile, watching him do away with all the molds with a giddy hum. If he wasn’t enjoying himself so much, you would’ve asked to try it out too.
“Don’t get too attached there, Al. You still got a bunch of kids’ futures to determine, here.” You mused, scribbling something on a page. “Cuz’ I’m only halfway through.”
“Only halfway? Thought you’d be done by now,” Alfred commented mindlessly. “But I guess I don’t really look off the solutions...”
“Wait, you wanted me to do everything?”
“Why not? Shouldn’t be too hard.”
You frowned. “Maybe for you. But I’m not spending another hour finishing this off. I should be—” Alfred blinked when you suddenly froze. “—shit. I had an appointment today. I totally forgot!”
He scratched his cheek in thought.
“With the doctors?”
“No, with a patient.” Shooting him a heated look, you wondered to yourself how you managed to forget such an important part of the day. “One of the breeder’s cats is about to bust. And she hasn’t been doing great.” Scrambling to get your things ready, you stuffed everything into a shoulder bag: towels, wet wipes, ingredients for kitten formula, and ointments, among other medical paraphernalia.
“Oh, right.” He ambled behind you and stuck a hand up his shirt idly. “Want me to drop you off?”
You scanned everything once before taking off to the front door. “Nah, it’s only a couple minutes away.” It was your fault for being absent-minded, or should’ve been. And yet, you couldn’t help shifting the blame to him. He always looked so unbothered, especially with things that didn’t relate to him.
“Why didn’t you remind me?”
Alfred watched you slide into your boots with his arms folded. “I thought you had a check-up or something. Maybe you decided you didn’t wanna go.” You sighed. He rubbed the nape of his neck at that, darting his cerulean blue eyes to the side sheepishly. So he remembered. Just incorrectly.
“I’ve been feeling fine, lately. If I haven’t, I’d tell you.”
“Sorry.”
You shrugged.
“Eh, doesn’t matter. I’ll see you later tonight.”
He managed a faint smile at that. Doesn’t matter.
Those two words gave him the short-lived relief that you wouldn’t hold this against him. But in the end, his indifference would catch up to him like a past he couldn’t escape. Reaching out to give your hand a tight squeeze, he leaned in to press a good-bye kiss to your cheek. But before his lips could do so little as brush against your skin, you slipped away so seamlessly like you always did.
Ten minutes after you left, he found himself in the kitchen, playing with one of the silicon molds.
A slight frown worked its way into his expression. Why did it feel like you were pulling away from him? And not just today, either. Alfred hung his head over the counter and looked positively troubled. Deep creases formed between his brows, having furthered them so deeply together.
How could he get you to open up to him again?
He buried his nose deeper into his scarf while he walked through the evening streets.
The Fall cold was freezing off his ears. But he persisted, sinking his head deeper into his neck to get to the nearest Walmart, or whatever store that was still open and sold flowers. When he’d left, he had a small bouquet of roses in one hand, and a cheap bottle of wine in the other.
When he came home to the lights all off, he felt the beginnings of cold feet. Sauntering into the living room where you should’ve been this time of the day, he was greeted with more darkness. Had you gone to sleep already? His chest ached at the thought. Tightening his clutch on the bouquet, he slowly made his way to the bedroom. There you were under the covers in a prominent hump. “... Babe?”
You’ve been exhausted ever since you came home. Not quite awake, and not quite asleep. Hearing Alfred’s voice prompted your eyes to flutter open, but you merely stirred in response. The soft crinkling of plastic was heard, followed by the gentle compressing of carpet under his feet. Immediately, you assumed he’d brought something in—a gift.
But you never felt the rush of excitement like you usually did. What happened tonight was too much.
“You awake?” He asked in a hush.
“... Yeah.”
Alfred lit up. “Okay, great. Just wanted you to know that I got you a little something,” Sitting down on the other side of the bed, you felt the mattress dip to one side. It should’ve had you launching right onto him, but your response was less extravagant than he expected. You rolled to him and tried to find his hands in the dark. “... You good?”
“Yeah, lemme just—” Squeezing the bouquet, you practically melted at the implications.
“—you got me flowers?”
Your heart began to throb, and even more so at what he said next. He found his cup on the bedside table and tried to fit every stalk inside as he spoke.
“Yeah. It’s not much, but... I wanted to get you something.” After knowing him for so long, you could easily translate that to, ‘I don’t know what it is, but we need to make up.’ The thought had you reeling. He wasn’t the best at communicating, let alone apologizing, but he was certainly trying.
“Nothing is ‘not much’, so thank you.” You managed a brief, unseen smile in the dark. He caught your drift and smiled himself. “Did you go out just to get it?”
Alfred undressed and joined you in bed.
“Yep.” He said, popping the ‘p’. “And a bottle of cheap wine, but that’s in the trash.” Taking your hand in his as you both laid together on the sheets, he tensed up at the bareness of your lithe fingers. Then came the dreaded, “Where’s your ring?”
“Oh, I took it off. It’s on the bedside table.” You murmured, never foreseeing just how much it would bother him.
“What do you mean, you took it off?”
A million assumptions flooded his head, and he even experienced a hot flash of anger, but he fumed it all out through his nostrils. He was so ashamed he was about to venture down that path. He’d done it before, but the accusations were founded on nothing but his temper and stubbornness.
And he was so hellbent on avoiding it, he found himself doing something wildly out of character.
“Are you mad at me or something?” Alfred winced, squeezing you in the gaps of your fingers.
“I know I’ve been a real piece of work lately, so I’m sorry. Can you forgive me?”
Hearing those words certainly came to a shock.
“What, no—it was never about you. I just... Wanted a little bit of movement. My fingers are kinda sore.” You breathed, much to his relief. He pulled you in and buried his face into his neck to hide, nevertheless. Admitting it only made him feel worse. “But I’ll take you up on that apology, I guess.”
“Oh, so it was about me”.
“No, I was just humoring you.” Alfred moved his mouth to your neck and kissed it repeatedly, ensuring it would feel as ticklish as possible. This was how he always got his way with you. “Stop that—!” You hissed, stifling back a laugh. “Do you really want me to tell you what’s wrong with you?”
He closed his eyes and pressed a drawn-out kiss to your jaw. “Anything to get you to not hate me.”
“Fine. Then I’ll just say you’re too good at making everything about yourself.” You were right on the mark, so he fell deathly quiet. If it weren’t for the fact he was in bed, he would’ve been hanging his head like a scolded dog. “Even now, you think I’m upset because of you. I’m not. Not that much, anyway.”
“You’re upset?” He questioned, his eyes widening a touch. “And because of me?”
“You’re doing it again.”
“Fuck, I can’t help it.”
You laughed again. What you were so down about a few minutes ago seemed like history. Talking to the big dumb goof of a blonde certainly did wonders. But even that had its limits. “I’ll just tell you what happened,” You continued, leaning into his chest. “tonight. The cat had kittens, and not all of them made it. You can’t really help it, but...”
Your voice trailed off into a remorseful whisper.
“Oh, God.” Alfred’s brows came together for a prominent frown. And to think he’d been subconsciously downplaying your job—he really was a piece of work. “I’m sorry, (F/N). I really am.” His strong arms tightened around your back, and when he swallowed, you felt his Adam’s Apple bob, having pressed yourself into him for comfort.
And he provided.
“I read somewhere that cat litters aren’t as easy as dog ones. It sucks that the babies sometimes die and stuff for no reason.” It was a pleasant surprise, hearing him know and care about something that didn’t exactly pertain to him.
And just when you needed it too.
“And you’re a good vet. You wouldn’t have let this happen.” He continued in a soft tone, pressing his forehead to yours gingerly. Once again, you were inundated by him, but only in the best way. It was astonishing how aloof he could be on some days, then so sweet on others. Reaching out to your cheek, he kissed you properly on the lips.
“So, don’t beat yourself up for it, okay? They’re in a better place, anyway.”
Needless to say, you were feening for him all over again. For his attention, connection, and just about everything else you were on the cusp of depriving yourself of. Alfred might’ve been self-absorbed, and maybe even an idiot, but he was so many other things too. And you could work with that.
“I really needed to hear all that,” You sighed, leaning in for another tender touch between your lips. He happily obliged, letting one kiss turn into two, then three—you parted for air. “You always know what to say.” Alfred nudged his nose against yours playfully.
“And what not to say.”
He frowned. “What, you mean just now?”
“No, just other times. But you say more right things than wrong things, I’ll give you that.”
“Okay, so how about I say this for some extra measure?” He piped, digging a hand through your scalp. You liked the sound of where this was going. “How about we go on a drive tomorrow, you and me? Let’s hit the beach or... Park by the beach. You gotta like one of those. I gave you a lot of range.”
You squeezed him around his neck and chuckled. “Both. Both is good.”
Even in the darkness, you could’ve sworn you saw his eyes sparkle in excitement. Tomorrow was promising, and so were the days after that. So maybe, he wasn’t completely hopeless with this adulting thing, after all.
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grande - g.w.
Summary: George meets a mighty adorable barista in the new cafe on Diagon Alley and the man just can’t help himself... based off the song Coffee Girl by Johnny Socko! Sorry this took me absolute ages (9 days oops) to get out, guys :/
Warnings: DIABETIC FLUFF STUPID AMOUNTS OF CARDIAC ARREST INDUCING FLUFF UWU,mentions of sexism, Fred being Fred, cussing probably, alludes to sex, PG/PG-13
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George Weasley didn’t sleep. This had long been the habit of his ever since he and his parents had discovered that his elder twin Fred had been an avid sleepwalker by age 4, then became a (minor) party animal in his Hogwarts days, and finally when he became the co-owner of one of the Wizard World’s most successful entrepreneurs and business owners.
The man hadn’t slept in about 18 years give or take. And days like this reminded him of it constantly.
It was a Saturday, the first of the month, and to boot, it was about to be Christmas in a little over a week. Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes was packed with everyone from couples window shopping, children in desperate need of fun now that school was out, parents trying to keep them in line, and even some old lady named Ethel (who swore she was part Veela, and therefore Fred couldn’t “escape her girlish charm.”)
“Ethel, you have an absolutely ravishing day, and don’t even worry about that moisturizer it’d be a waste of product on a natural beauty like you” Fred winked and kissed the old lady’s hand, George watching from the top of the steps rolling his eyes.
“Oh, Freddie, you know how to keep a lady young, don’t you? Oh - goodbye, Georgie! Have a good rest of your day boys!” She waved majestically to the younger twin on the stairs and he bowed royally in response.
“Bye, Ethel!” They both called as she exited the building, the bells flurrying in her wake.
“Georgie, mate, hate to say it but you are being uncharacteristically quiet and it’s making me uncharacteristically uncomfortable.” Fred said bounding up the stairs to meet him, chuckling briefly.
“Freddie, mate, hate to say it but I’ve had absolutely no sleep as of late and it’s getting to me. But I’ll be back up to my usual antics in no time.” He padded down the stairs, winking at a couple young ladies ogling him, sending them into a fit of giggles. Fred sat down on the middle step eyeing his brother carefully. It didn’t take a genius to see George wasn’t holding on much longer, the dark circles littering his eyes and the way he mussed up his already purposely messy hair just...didn’t comfort his older twin at all.
“George.” Fred sighed, George looking back at him, confused. He took his hands away from the merchandise Wonder Witch he’d been rearranging and gave him full attention.
“Take your lunch break early. And longer if possible.”
“Pffft, why would I do that when I have women to woo and boxes to juggle?”
“George.”
“Fred.”
“Stop, I mean it. You look half dead as it is, just go take a nap or get an espresso from the cafe down the aisle or something that reinforces the idea that yes, you are a human being and no, not a zombie.” Fred crossed his arms feeling suddenly a lot like Molly and dropped the cross. George pretended to ponder this tapping his chin, rather finding the mature brother role reversal funny as hell.
“Oh, alright, but can I still be a zombie when I get back?”
Fred hit him with a folder and sent him on his way.
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You had just finished the lunch rush, finally being able to calm down and not have to worry about making one more goddamn Butterbeer Latte for at least another 20 or so minutes...until there’d be another rush. You grabbed a lemon scone, took off your apron and sat against the back counter. You inhaled the citrus scent, it was always something that you loved to savor, and took a bite.
The holidays for the Merlin’s Mochas, the cafe, had been absolutely atrocious so far. All you had for customers were angry businessmen, bratty kids and their upper class parents who let them run around the already small place being rude to everyone, your boss Lionel who had an affinity for calling every woman who worked there a “bitch” (...ok lionel) and to top it all off: you’d been pulling 9 hour days every day except sundays. Needless to say: you kind of super hated your job.
You had just finished your scone when you heard the door chime signal a customer, immediately wiping your hands on your jeans and restrapping your apron.
“Hi how can I-“ oh Jesus this is the hottest man I have ever seen. He was easily no older than 23, fiery red hair, a perfectly tailored striped terracotta suit, green tie, and the most gorgeous doe brown eyes you’d ever seen.
“How can you...?”
“Help you, ohmygod, I am so sorry I’m super-“
“Tired? Yeah me too...interesting how similar we are this early in the game hmm?” He winked at you and your knees felt too weak. No he was just a stupid hot customer that also was really hot and also? Was super hot. No worries, Y/N, just don’t die by 22 okay thanks.
“Very funny...wait are you-“ your finger led from him to the statue outside Wizard Wheezes, realizing a simple oh shit
“Yeah, that would be me. Or my twin Fred but we never really decided, that’s why he kind of looks like both of us mixed. Although we’re twins so we basically look the same anyway. I mean because were identical. Twins, yeah.” George, what the fuck is wrong with you, why are you sweating? She’s just a simply beautiful girl in a simply maddeningly purple coffee shop can you please breathe and not make yourself look stupid-
“Oh, wow! I’ve never met a twin before - not like twins are anomalies or anything it’s just so crazy. Science. Science is crazy” You closed your eyes and took a breath
“We should probably start over shouldn’t we?” You wrinkled your nose.
“That sounds much more redeeming than anything we both were about to say” George breathed out laughing softly, rubbing his hand through his hair.
“I’m George. Weasley. Like I said, I work at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, the shop over there, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen this place before...or you for that matter, I never forget a beautiful young woman.” He said smoothly, his heart steadily subsiding - something about you had the power to not only make him scared out of his mind, but also totally at ease.
You returned the smile, warmly, the blood rushing to your cheeks at his compliment and sticking your tongue to your teeth. “Well, George Weasley, of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes I’m Y/N Y/L/N. And yeah, we’re new around here,” you leaned further onto the counter, realizing, albeit a moment too late that your eye level was directly with his abs now, and although he was wearing a suit...you could definitely tell they were there.
“We erm, just opened three months ago. It’s honestly a bit of a time to work here.”
“Oh and why is that?”
“Well, nothing like a blatant sexist to run an entirely female employed establishment and weird stuffy rich people.” Your eyes widened suddenly, and you felt like you had said far too much far too soon. But he gasp-laughed - laugh that ended as soon as it began and burst into a smile...like you had shared a secret with him.
“What the hell is he doing here then? Got a boy’s club to run in a purple coffee shop?”
“I mean you never really know these days, George, imposters are among us at every moment” you purred and pushed off the counter, meaning it as a joke but George’s heart screamed when he heard your name. As you moved to the other edge of the counter, he followed you.
“What a resourceful and cruel young woman, I am starting to like you, Miss Y/L/N.” He clucked. “And do you think of me like you think of Mr. I-Hate-Women-That’s-Why-I-Hire-Them?” He got inches from your face, smelling the coffee beans and vanilla extract that riddled your skin.
“Hmm...Mr. Weasley, I’m not so sure.” You coyly stepped away from him and took long strides to the far end of the coffee bar by the wall. George immediately felt a pit of flirtatious butterflies and (arousal?) something more in his stomach, jaw dropped, he followed you again. He pressed his hands to the counter in front of you.
“Well, how can I convince you?” He asked rather quickly.
“Hmm...” you leaned forward like he did before and his breath hitched in his throat “...let’s get you a cuppa first.”
-•-
“Wait, okay let me get this straight-“
“Yes?”
“You have 6 other siblings.”
“Yes.”
“...because your mom wanted a girl?”
“That-that would in fact be true, yes.”
You thought for a moment.
“So you’re telling me after she made it through you two-“
“-she still wanted to have more of us, believe me, it races through my mind daily.” He nodded vehemently laughing with you. You two had taken to the empty cafe at a table nestled in the corner, him sitting in a chair across from you on a bench. You had both been cracking each other up with stories from your childhoods, like how you both had managed to never know of the other’s existence until now.
He’d discovered that you had transferred from Hogwarts to Beauxbatons early on in your fourth year. You, a Hufflepuff, loved the quiet and soft landscape of the French school. You both had absolutely no idea the other existed. How? The world may never know.
He was brash. You were careful.
He was already flying when you were just feeling comfortable learning how to walk.
But you sat there with him for the better amount of an hour and a half, laughing and interrupting each other with memories of the school years you had, some weird and strange, and especially during fourth year, hard for George to talk about.
Ginny, his baby sister, had almost died. And as he said to you in a candid and highly vulnerable state: he blamed himself for almost letting her go to this day.
“I...I really do believe it was my fault.”
“George, it couldn’t have been your fault. Hogwarts is a big freaking death trap - you and I both know that,” you had said with an exasperated laugh, eager to make him feel better in any facet.
“Yeah, but...I’m her big brother. Yes, she has five other older brothers but...we were supposed to protect her.” He swallowed and blinked back tears. “It was her first year, for Christ’s sake, and I paid about as much attention to her as a doorknob would.” He had rolled his jaw and taken a gulp of his gingerbread latte (you had said it was your favorite, and he was loathe to try anything else) and you had softly draped your hand on top of his.
“If she’s as kind and loving and funny as you, I’d love to meet her.” You quipped, a small smile growing on your face in effort to soothe. He had smiled back at you, turning your hand over in his and drawing his digits lazily over your palm.
“Funny, because I was thinking the same thing.”
-•-
He had told you to close your eyes, that much had been true.
See, his coffee had started to get cold. So, like if you give a mouse a cookie, he’ll have to have some milk-
If you give a George a latte he will have to not only have another one, but also feel the strenuous need to show off for you and take you to his place of work. Naturally. And it was so lucky that by the time he’d proposed you leave, he even helped you clean and lock up afterwards.
Truthfully, it almost scared you how much he had seemed to care.
“Alright, Y/N, darling, I’m going to release my hands on the count of three, yeah?”
“Perfect, Georgie” you giggled. You’d legitimately only knew him for so long, but you just...you trusted him. He grinned widely, his strong hands only applying a slight amount of pressure as not to hurt you.
“Alright, then. 1. 2-“ he took his hands off your eyes and watched you adjust not only to light, but to your surroundings as well.
“3.” He breathed out taking in the way you smiled like a teenager, face alight with pure inundating wonder. You squealed and started to run around the store.
“Look at these! Pygmy Puffs - ugh they’re so adorable look at this one! Oh, oh - ‘Fizzing Whizbees’ - these look absolutely wicked! And Per- ‘Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder’?” You picked up the glittery stone in your hand, and heard a smooth voice perk up behind you.
“A real money spinner, that one.” You turned around and there was a man that looked absolutely identical to George, although entirely different in the same way.
“Handy if you need to make a quick getaway,” you heard George on the other side of you. He smiled warmly down at you, nodding his head up to look at the twin across from him.
“Y/N, this is my-“
“-older, much more attractive and fiscally responsible brother.” He winked and you blushed almost immediately. “Fred. Weasley.”
“Y/N Y/L/N. Georgie has told me a lot about you and the shop - absolutely marvelous this place is, I cant believe you two created so much in such a short span of time. Brilliant it all is, really!” George had started to flush, rubbing his jaw to seemingly take the red away from his striking face. Fred, upon hearing the genuine warmth from your voice and the unmistakable use of “Georgie” had a small, but highly distinct aha moment:
“Well, we couldn’t have done it all on our own, one of our best friends helped us out a good lot. But thank you, really...it means so much when other people see how much we do and-” he looked directly at George.
“-acknowledge the things we love, right George?”
“Absolutely, Frederick.” Fred had given him the look that seemed to imply: “please, God, make a damn move.”
“Well, Y/N, I’m going to be off and woo some ladies, have a biscuit and do some paperwork” he smiled wide when you giggled, already enjoying your company.
“But I hope to see you again, very soon, yeah? Please stop by whenever you can, we’re alwYs just down the street.”
“Freddie, for your company, I’m not so sure, I’m still deciding.” You quipped. Fred laughed heartily at that and looked at George.
“Georgie, I like this one.” George looked at you and winked.
“Me, too Freddie, me too.” You leaned back on your heels as Fred padded back up the stairs to the flat, now completely alone with George. You threw your arms behind you back and forth and took a long stride to George.
“So...what are you those?” You nodded up to the array of pink bubbles in a clam shape in the corner. He hummed and reached to grab your hand.
“Love potions - c-can I show you?” He raised an eyebrow slightly, but he felt his whole body turn to mush when you accepted his hand and nodded slowly. As he walked with you, you memorized the feeling of his callouses and veins, the way your hand curled deliberately in his.
You wanted to make sure if it was the last time you felt something like that, you had that memory with you for a while.
“Essentially, if you give these to a person they will temporarily have feelings of love and attraction for you. Depending of course on the dosage you use and the weight of the person in question.” He explained. You watched the way his suit jacket pulled taut against his back muscles and instinctively wanted to honestly just take the whole thing off-
“Hmm...I don’t know about these, Georgie.” You hummed mischievously. Your heart was pounding in your chest.
He scoffed placing a dramatic hand over his heart. “Am i being questioned in my own establishment, Miss Y/L/N?”
You rolled your eyes and hit his arm, bowing slightly at him. “Well, do forgive my feminine insolence, Mr. Weasley, it’s not often I meet such bewitching mad scientists like you.” You watched his face grow blank for a moment at your compliment and immediately wanted to throw up.
“George, I’m really sorry, I know we just became friends-“
“Do you mean it?” He took a step towards you. You swallowed finding again his perfect milk chocolate eyes. You nodded.
“Hell yeah I did, you’re smart...and wicked hot” you both laughed at that. He took another step, the distance being unbearably harder to live in as his digits found a piece of hair and wound it behind your ear.
“Well, darling, the feeling is quite mutual.” He said quietly, taking in the whole of your face. He wanted to crash his lips onto every possible nook and crevice of your face, collide with you entirely.
“We’re going to have to do something about that, then, aren’t we?” You gently nudged his nose with yours and wrapped your arms around his neck, his strong and powerful arms pulling you to him gently. He wanted you to feel him not to break under his embrace. He leaned down and brushed his lips up to yours, feeling you whine and let out a minuscule sound.
“Got you making noises for me already and haven’t even kissed you yet, hmm?”
Your eyes fluttered close and one of your legs made it’s way in between his, snapping any chance at loose air between you two out of the way.
“Please, Weasley, pants a bit small for you?”
“Keep talking like that and they might, yeah.” You two laughed softly and with a final look to your lips he closed the last gap.
His mouth was perfect. His lips ghosted over yours one last time before wrapping every part of himself onto your frame, your lips entangled in each other like you’d never be able to taste him again.
But it was loving and slow and sweet. He tasted like gingerbread lattes and pastries and cinnamon and licking into his mouth you could feel the spice. He moaned lightly into your mouth, sending your knees buckling. He dipped you slightly, a hand traveling to your lower back to keep you steady, and his other hand coming up to nestle under the nape of your hair. Your hands caressed his face, his chest, needless to say? You wanted them everywhere. You wanted him everywhere.
The kiss broke and you and George were left breathless in each other’s hold, your foreheads pressed together as he kept you slightly dipped.
“Y/N, I’m feeling a bit tired” he quipped hoarsely, pressing a brief kiss to your lips and onto your neck. You hummed satisfactorily.
“Georgie, you’re gonna need another latte aren’t you?” You set multiple chaste kisses to his lips and cheeks, feeling him rumble with a small giggle. He caught your mouth with his and you moaned slightly.
“I’m gonna need a whole pot, to drink you in, love.”
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