#shay's writing

[bi-aragorn]

The Trouble With Mirrors

Me again, back with more fic! Being Human one this time

Here on AO3

Rating: Gen

Tags: Mentioned Annie Sawyer, Mitchell Centric, Haircuts, Plotless

Mitchell hopelessly trying to cut his hair without the aid of a mirror below

Mitchell tugged a strand of hair away from his face, pulling it out to the side, and letting it go again, frowning at the way the curl bounced back into place. His gaze drifted to the taps- if he got his hair wet that would help, probably. Staring into the mirror, he scowled at the blank surface before him. Admittedly, this disaster was not helped by the fact that he couldn’t even see his fucking reflection, relying on guesswork and touch to decide if he’d cut off too much hair. He probably should have asked someone to help him, but now that he’d started, it felt like a matter of pride to keep going and get it done himself. He sighed, flicking strands of hair across his face, watching as they crossed his field of vision. This was going to be needlessly difficult. Still, he could do it.

He turned around and flicked the shower on, before ducking his head under the freezing water- it didn't make any difference to him, he was cold anyway. Soon his hair was soaked, and Mitchell flicked the shower back off and turned to the sink. The mirror hadn't even steamed up, taunting him with its unfogged surface. He huffed, hair dripping onto his shoulders, and picked the scissors back up. Combing his fingers hastily through his hair, he tugged at it until it was as straight as it was likely to get. He pulled a strand into place where he could just about see it in front of his face, and was poised with the scissors about to do it, when the door burst open.

For a moment it was as if time stood still- Mitchell bent over the sink, facing the mirror as if that would help, hair dripping all over his shoulders, and George stood in the doorway, hand still gripping the handle, blinking in confusion at the scene before him. He broke the silence after a moment, with an uncomfortable noise as he cleared his throat.

“Sorry, didn't know you were in here,” he said, though he made no move to leave, and Mitchell was still staring at him, no idea how to react or if he should try and explain. Instead, Mitchell let out a nervous little laugh, and stood up straight, letting go of his hair and putting the scissors down on the edge of the sink as casually as possible. He cocked his hip, leaning against the wall, and smiled brightly, trying to play the situation off as if it were nothing. But Mitchell couldn’t ignore the sinking feeling that it wasn't working, judging from the way George was still staring at him as if he were an exhibit in a museum.

“Did you… need something?” Mitchell asked, desperately trying to clear the tension lingering in the air. George seemed to suddenly come back to himself, drawing back from the door, pulling his hand free of the handle.

“Why are you trying to cut your hair?” his voice had gone all high and indignant the way it did when he was confused. “Couldn't you just have gone to the hairdresser? If you needed the money for it I could-”

Mitchell cut him off. “Mirrors, George. The mirrors.”

George blinked, mouth dropping open a little.

“Ah. Yes, yes that would be a problem I suppose,” he slumped against the drawer. “But Mitchell,” he scrunched up his nose the way he did when he got upset, “Really… anything would be better than the mess you’re making of it right now,”

Mitchell scowled, and stood upright, moving away from the wall.

“Any suggestions, then?”

George sighed, and raised his arms exasperatedly, voice raising in pitch.

“I don't know, you could get one of those hairdressers who comes over to the house?”

Mitchell blinked at him.

“The what.”

George groaned and walked over to Mitchell, snatching the scissors up from the sink with a grimace as he shook the few strands Mitchell had managed to separate from his head off of his hand.

“Just- ugh- they come over and do your hair and there's no mirrors! Easy!” he rinsed the scissors off and tucked them back in the cupboard under the sink, seeming pleased with himself as he looked back up. Mitchell’s scowl deepened.

“Couldn't you just do it, if I'm doing such a bad job?”

George's eyes widened, bulging almost comically.

“Absolutely not! I don't know the first thing about hairdressing-” Mitchell sighed as George continued his tirade about his apparently preposterous idea, complete with waving arms and expressive hand gestures. Maybe he should have just asked Annie.

Sighing, he walked past George, patting him on the shoulder, and jogged down the stairs, looking for any sign of their other housemate. Surely, surely she wouldn't take the piss out of him.

He’d thought wrong. When Annie saw the state of him with his damp, tangled hair and all, she burst out laughing, doubling over in a way that Mitchell thought must have been at least a little exaggerated. Still, he thought, as he sat on the sofa, head tipped back letting Annie work her magic, at least she hadn't suggested a mysterious travelling hairdresser.

#being human uk #being human uk fic #shay's writing #john mitchell #george sands

[shay-creates]

Find the Word Tag

Thanks for the tag @oh-no-another-idea!

My words are: split, stain, smirk, and sure.

I've lost my list of people to tag in these, so I'll have this as an open tag. Let me know if you'd like to be tagged in this or future games. Your words are: Undead, Past, Revenge, and Hold.

Split:

(a scene from Deja Vu, a scrapped story)

Phin takes a moment to get his bearings so he doesn't get lost, realizing he's where Song's fatal accident had happened, would happen. He takes in the surrounding area, surveying for anywhere he could use as cover should Song not want company on his walk that night. His eyes glance at the street and he tries to convince himself the dark spot in the middle of the road and stain on the yellow pain was melted asphalt or spilled paint. Anything but what it could actually be.

While looking across the street, the sun is suddenly darkened and the street is only illuminated in street lights. His legs and lungs feel as though he'd just been running, but he'd been fine just a moment ago. He looks around to see Song sprinting across the street without looking. Phin calls out to his friend, trying to make him stop. Song does and turns towards Phin, his look of confusion being illuminated by a black truck's headlights as it speeds down the road. In his confusion, Song realizes the truck barrelling towards him too late.

A split second before the truck hits Song again, Phin blinks and is met with the bright summer sun when he opens his eyes. It seems only a moment passed, but everything had seemed so real. Phin must have tried to save Song before, becoming the cause of his friend's death.

Stain:

(Part of a scene written for Shadow of Doubt)

Kit faces the table in front of him again, right thumb gently rubbing the light blue cat collar in his hand. Milo hadn't gotten the chance to wear it. Tears sting his eyes and a few escape just thinking about his beloved pet. It's all his fault...

"Kit?"

He forces himself to look at Freidy, broken from his thoughts by her voice. Kit's posture becomes smaller as they barely hold back tears, his eyes already red and wet from crying. Unable to continue looking at Friedy, he drops his head to stare blankly at the table between them.

"Yes. I'm-I'm okay."

Freidy's face is full of sympathy and pity in equal parts. "Are you sure you don't want to get checked out at the hospital?" Her eyes glance at where he'd been stabbed only a couple hours ago, the blood staining his shirt barely hidden by his arms.

Kit shakes his head quickly, tightening his arms' grip on himself. "They said it... it isn't as bad as it looks... I-I'm just so scared...I don't know what else to do..."

Smirk:

I couldn't find this one, so I believe that is a fun fact.

In a few of my stories, there's a lot of talk about ascension and the stages of ascension. Not all people in the universe are able to ascend to immortality because the stages are more difficult to achieve the higher your stage. Most people don't even reach the first stage.

Bonus: The stages of ascension.

Infamous standing

Kingdom recognition

Primordial recognition

Heroic recognition

Immortal recognition

Fable and Lore

Ascension

Sure:

(A short scene written for Dread Secrets. )

There was, of course, proof that a battle had taken place. A vicious and violent one at that. The burned and ruined buildings had all nearly broken down. Time and the elements finishing the job of ensuring anyone who survived would not be able to take shelter or easily hide. The whole place was damp with fog and sorrow, despondent and heavy. Some of the buildings seemed to lean against the nearby trees in an effort to stay standing, as if expecting someone to need their services to shelter from the elements.

From the look of things, this place had not seen or felt life, save for the plants and shrubs that clung to and grew into wherever they could get a foothold, since the siege. Yet, despite its looks, it felt as though something were nearby. Perhaps more than one thing, hiding in the shadows and trees surrounding the group. Whether these things knew the living were there or not, Xiang could not be sure. He only knew the hair on the back of his neck had not stopped standing on end since before they had even stepped foot in the Dread Kingdom.

#tag games #Shay's writing #Shay WIP: Dread Secrets #Shay WIP: Shadow of Doubt #Shay Universe of Exalos #Shay WIP: Deja Vu (scrapped) #Find the word tag #writblr

[shaisuki]

sukuna is rather entertained. fascinated even.

how his two cocks buried inside you and rearranging your guts didn't even make a dent in your round stomach. he should be seeing the two of his cock head bulging in your belly but it wasn't. all he can do is press one of his palms to feel the ridge of his cock inside you.

the king of curses had been existing in a long time for fucking concubines and women who presented themselves. afraid of what he is capable of but they all end up the same. crushed by his raw strength and left bleeding for him to consume. he grew tired of those women. the same stature and build. where his nails can scrape the bones out of their flesh and his cocks can pierce their flat stomachs while he fucks them mercilessly. he should have fucked you sooner when you came in his temple with the concubines gathered for a drop of his attention.

sharp nails digging in your supple flesh. amused at the layered pouch of a belly you carry and it jiggles and rolls like waves while he roughly shoves his two inhumane cocks inside your sopping, fat pussy.

the loud squelch of your juices leaking in his cocks mixed with his own cum that he dumped inside your womb added the intensity of the carnal desire he have for you.

his soft, pliant, little concubine. of course, you would be little for him no matter how big you perceived yourself. as if sukuna would care for that. a hole is a hole no matter who owns it and simply you have the best pussy and the body for a king like him.

too fascinated and engrossed with his new discovery that he didn't give attention to what you look like. you would be a an another pretty face for him but only he look at your face when he hears the tiniest of moans being suppressed and did he was blessed with the most softer features a woman can have. your round cheeks stained by the stray tears rolling from your misty eyes and your lips forming into a pout.

“look me in the eyes, woman.” he orders and you were quick to follow him. afraid of the consequences and sukuna can see the tears clumping at your lashes and the desperate suppression of your moans wanting to spill at the rough thrusts of his heavy cocks inside you.

“s—sukuna-sama~” the words slips out of your mouth out of the blue and when you realized your mistake, you closed your eyes and braced yourself for the imminent death that is about to come to you.

the way his name careless flows out of your mouth and your tight cunt squeezing around his cocks spurred him to drill his cocks deeper inside to you. kissing your cervix deeply that it almost protrudes the opening of your womb that is about to take his load again.

there wasn't blood came bursting from your body and only the droplets of blood from his earlier assault had stayed and you were still intact. you almost sighed from relief if it wasn't the continuous movements of his hips and the heavy balls slapping your ass preventing you to feel an ounce of relief.

you almost squealed when his lower arms grabs the sides of your chest. hoisting you easily in a sitting position with his cocks still impaled to your abused cunt. one of his upper arms is used as resting place for his jaw. red eyes moving up and down. watching as his cum trickles in his cocks and your round belly coils like spring from him thrusting his hips up and down. the mouth in his stomach licks it lips before the mouth in his face had done the same thing. amused and his boredom quenched temporarily. you were afraid and never been this aroused when the words came from him.

“tell me, woman.” he began, almost smirking before it breaks out into a full one. “can my cocks be seen in this flesh of yours if i gave you my brat?”

#ʚ•ɞ. shai writes #chubby reader #jjk x reader #sukuna x reader #ryoumen sukuna x chubby reader #ryoumen sukuna #jujutsu kaisen drabbles #jujutsu kaisen x chubby reader #jujutsu kaisen #x reader #anime smut #anime x reader #sukuna #jjk #jjk smut #true form sukuna #og sukuna

[starswallowingsea]

I'm not even kidding some of you guys need to start using your imagination more. What happened to daydreaming during the lull period at work or coming up with weird scenarios with your friends

#shay speaks #anti ai writing #character ai #<- wants to stir up shit before getting back on the clock #anyway.

[teecupangel]

Colossal Squid! Desmond and I'll give you my bones

“Have you heard the legends of the Kraken, Shay?”

“Every sailor has.” Shay answered politely, glancing at their guest.

Even as bitter wind gripped its claws at them, Haytham Kenway looked as prim and proper as a gentleman on his way to watch an opera.

Shay, on the other hand, had pulled the fabric around his neck up to cover his freezing nose.

“And do the stories tell of the Kraken a monster that destroys without any care of one’s status or upbringing?”

“The sea is a cruel mistress to all, Master Kenway.” Shay answered, glancing to his right. Gist just shrugged, obviously also a bit confused to why Haytham Kenway was talking about the Kraken all of a sudden.

“Yes, she is.” Haytham agreed as he walked towards the bow of the ship, “But the Kraken is not cruel.”

“He is playful and intelligent. He also has the habit of trying to show his displeasure using his limbs.” Haytham continued, making the other crew members stare at him, forgetting their tasks as they listened to a man who sounded like he knew the Kraken himself, “But above all else…”

“He is one ugly squid.” Haytham commented.

They would have laughed at that but the waters beneath them grew dark almost immediately.

Large tentacles rose from the depths and the crew shouted in fear and surprise.

Shay immediately ordered them to main the cannons but stopped when Haytham said, “It is no use. Human weaponry does not work on him.”

Shay froze, noticing that what he had thought to have been sunlight against the tentacles was actually…

Glowing lines that reminded Shay of the light of that device back in Lisbon.

For a brief moment, Shay was paralyzed, the fear and pain of that day flashing before him.

Haytham was still speaking and Shay tried to focus on his voice.

Haytham wasn’t there in Lisbon.

Shay wasn’t there in Lisbon anymore.

Haytham was his anchor to the present.

“The Kraken is what those who know nothing call him. The Templars though… had a different name for him.” Haytham continued calmly, as if the ship had not been kept in place by tentacles coiling all around it. There was no creaking sound and that only made Shay more frightened.

The Kraken knew how to control its strength so it wouldn’t damage the ship, only keep it immobilized.

That kind of intelligence…

“Desmond.”

Shay frowned.

Where have he heard the name before?

“The sea monster that Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad tamed. The ruler of the seas that cares for the Assassin Brotherhood.”

That’s right.

Shay heard Adéwalé talked about a ‘Desmond’ before. Shay had thought it was some kind of pet because Adéwalé talked about how it followed his old friend whenever he sailed.

One of the tentacles reach out towards Haytham and Shay shouted, “Master Kenway!”

Haytham raised a hand, stopping Shay from unsheathing his dual blades.

“Do not move, do not speak, do not even think.” Haytham ordered calmly, “He is here for me.”

“Will this be the day you drag me into the depths, Desmond?” Haytham asked, a slight curiosity in his tone, “Or will you still prolong this dance we share?”

The tentacle wrapped around his neck but, with how big the tentacle was, it wrapped his entire upper body instead.

Haytham didn’t seem worried, looking at the sea below as he stood at the very tip of the bow, “Well?”

Shay and the rest of the crew could only stare, frozen by fear and confusion, as Haytham was slowly lifted.

… before he was placed in the center of the ship. The tentacles uncoil around him slowly. There was a pause before it flicked Haytham’s hat off and Haytham simply gave a tired sigh.

The tentacles let go of the ship and returned to the depths of the sea.

It took a few seconds before the water returned to its normal color.

The entire crew gave out a relieved sigh as many of them fell on their asses.

“Master Kenway, what was that?” Shay asked and all of them turned to stare at the mysterious man as he picked up his hat.

“That was Desmond.” Haytham said as if he was just introducing a family friend he didn’t get along with, “The Sea Scourge of the Templars. He attacks every ship that shows its Templar affiliation. He won’t attack this ship though.”

“It won’t?” Shay couldn’t stop himself from sounding skeptical.

“As long as I sail with you, he will not.” Haytham said.

“Why?”

“Because that squid still believes I am my father’s son.”

#desmond is turned into an animal subgenre #desmond is turned into a creature subgenre #look it was either this #or this is going to turn into a squidja situation #assassin's creed #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #desmond miles #haytham kenway #shay cormac #ngl i just wanted to write haytham and shay #i've been writing edward for most marine desmond asks XD

[demigoddessqueens]

family

Family Headcanons of each of the leads

For the November codexmonthly prompt

Altair

He never really saw himself as a parent, but when you tell him you’re expecting or when you both become parents, he sees a younger version of himself and cares for his kin immensely, a new generation of his family

Connor/Ratonhnkake:ton

He’s entirely full of nerves but you reassure him he’s doing fine. Be ready for Connor to constantly check up on you, grabbing whatever you need, and when he finally holds his child in his arms, he never wants to be separated from them

Jacob

A whole rollercoaster of emotions, he wants to be better than his father but also sheds his old carefree habits bit by bit to care for you and his child, the type to be a fun dad but also serious when he needs to be

Ezio

Oh you’ve made him the happiest man there is! He’s thrilled, nervous, excited, grateful his family is growing again. A total fun dad who’s super protective too!

Evie

Oh she frets constantly over you on what you need, but she’s thrilled at the chance to be a mom. Jacob as the fun, protective uncle and she as the loving, protective mother

Arno 🇫🇷

He didn’t think he was deserving of having such a loving family unit after before, but you prove him (thankfully) wrong. He thinks loving you and having kids would slip through his fingers but the days, weeks, months and years are all the more loving

Eivor

They adore the family you’ve created together and always treasures every second. Also the type of dad to carry the tiny ones on their shoulders or back during playtime

Bayek

Such a good dad!! Like he’s super involved, super loving, always wants to teach the Little One, and is never short of interesting stories to tell them at bed time

Kassandra

She’s a loving mom who has a habit of singing lullabies to Little One and has stories to entertain them with

Basim

Ecstatic and enthusiastic type of dad! Oh you’ve made him the happiest man alive! The type to spoil you during pregnancy and always present for each milestone

Shay

Rambunctious type of dad that always has his Little One giggling at everything. From birth, Tiny One always wants to go sailing on The Morrigan with their papa

Haytham

Stern but loving dad (even if he’s not good at showing it, but he cares! A lot! The type of dad to carry full conversations with Little One’s babbling when they’re at the infant stage

Edward 🏴‍☠️

He is also Fun Dad™️ but has his serious, protective streak too. It’s either taking Little One sailing on The Jackdaw, teaching them sea shanties or he’s holding still whole Little One likes to climb all over him

Aveline

She’s the type of mom who is very encouraging with her kid when they set their mind to do something, and they also like a shopping trip or two

EDIT: Desmond

He’s a bit of a nervous dad at first, thinking he’s not cut out for this at first, but you’re there to help him every step of the way. Later Becomes that kind of dad that is involved 110% and absolutely uses the Dad Jokes

And don’t get me started if he’s a girl dad! 😜

#assassin's creed #assassin’s creed x reader #codexmonthly #my writing #assassin’s creed #altair ibn la'ahad #altair ibn la'ahad x reader #ezio auditore da firenze #ezio auditore x reader #ratonhnhaké:ton #edward kenway #edward kenway x reader #haytham kenway #haytham kenway x reader #shay cormac #shay patrick cormac #shay cormac x reader #jacob frye #evie frye #basim ibn ishaq #evie frye x reader #ac basim #eivor wolfkissed #jacob frye x reader #arno dorian #arno victor dorian #arno dorian x reader #eivor wolfsmal #bayek of siwa #bayek x reader

[shayyprasad]

Hi, congratulations on reaching over 100 followers! For your event, can you do a fluff imagine between y/n and Peter Parker when they are older? They have just welcomed a baby girl and on the day they take her home, y/n surprises Peter by putting the baby in a spiderman onesie, which Peter gushes over and maybe even cries a little. And after getting home, Peter gives the baby a tour of their place and they end the day all cuddling together.

baby jam | peter parker

thank you for requesting!!! ❤️❤️❤️ i'm sorry this took so long to get to you!!!!!

summary: in which you and peter welcome home a little girl. your little girl.

warning: none just tooth-rotting fluff and sleep-deprivedness

pairing: older!reader x older!peter

word count: 1.5k+ words

you couldn't take your eyes off her. because, god, she was the most beautiful thing ever.

and she was so beautiful because you made her.

you and peter.

may bennie parker, your (as of 12 hours) newborn baby. the last time you'd touched her was to slip on a spider-man onesie to suprise peter. and she looked adorable. like, so freaking adorable.

she laid there in the crib, and you rocked it back and forth gently. you would've had her in your arms, but one; you were beyond exhausted and didn't know if you had the energy to hold her, and two; you were afraid.

and there were so many reasons to be afraid!

what if you dropped her? you couldn't drop her! then she'd be jam on the floor. your eyes widened at the mental image, your soft newborn baby, with her squishy skin, reduced to a pile of—

"hey, angel," peter's voice brought you out of... whatever that was. his hand were slightly wet, since he just got out of the bathroom. peter wrapped his arms around your waist, setting his chin on your shoulder. you rested your head gently on his, embracing his touch.

"wait. nah. wait, wait... is that?" he trailed off.

"a spider-man onesie? yep. it was half-off! isn't it so cute?"

and there he went, bawling again. "do you not like it?" you asked, starting to panic.

"no, no! it's perfect. she's perfect. you're perfect. i love you, i love you so much."

"aw. i know," you gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"isn't she so pretty?" he murmured.

"well, duh. she's my child."

"our child," he corrected.

"mmmm... wasn't i the one who had to push her out?" you teased.

"mmmm... wasn't i the one who put her in there?"

"peter!" you gasped, "not in front of our child!"

"hah! you said 'our'!"

humming, "yeah. she's ours." you heard a wet sniffle, and pulled away, looking at peter.

"are you crying? again?" you asked, recalling how he sobbed when he first saw her at the hospital.

"honestly, i don't think i stopped," peter answered truthfully.

kissing away his tears, you grinned, "that's so cute."

"hm, well, y'know, i'm pretty cute." you rolled your eyes and peter perked up.

"we have to give her a house tour!"

"uh. if you wake her up, she's gonna start crying again. also, i haven't gotten sleep in more than 2 days, so i might start crying."

"that's all the more fun, then."

"what? me crying?"

"no! everyone's better when they're delusional and sleep-deprived."

you considered this, "true."

he scooped her up from the crib, so quickly (and in your opinion recklessly) that you held out your hands just in case.

"relaxxxx, baby momma," you wrinkled your nose at the name, "i won't drop her."

"okay, first, we aren't ever gonna call me 'baby momma', and second, we don't rely solely on the 'peter-tingle' when it comes to may. i don't want jam for a baby."

peter raised an eyebrow at your wording, but corrected you, "'spidey-sense' sounds cooler!"

"'peter tingle'," you whispered sharply.

"okay, buddy."

you narrowed your eyes at him, and opened your mouth to speak, but he interrupted you. "okay, baby may," he said, pretended to zoom her around, "house tour time!"

seriously, it wasn't that you didn't trust him, but you really didn't want to have to clean up baby jam.

"pete..." you whined, making grabby hands at him, "sleep?"

"but—"

"who's the one who just spent 6 hours pushing—"

"really quick, please? while she's in the onesie?" peter pouted at you, thrusting your baby at you like she was a damn doll.

"be careful," you muttered, "i only like strawberry jam. and sometimes grape," you added after a second.

"strawberry does hit different," he nodded.

you looked back at him, "i told you we needed sleep."

he waved you off, staring at may's squishy, half-lidded eyes, "this," peter declared, "is your baby bedroom. that's your crib," which you've already seen, duh. uh, that's a wall. there are four in this room. by the way, this is an apartment, a really tiny one, we're in because we cannot afford a normal, good one."

peter looked around. "okay, that's it here."

"ooh!" you jumped up, clapping your hand, "show her the diaper drawer next!"

he gave you a look, "why?"

"so she knows where she's taking her dumps?" you said, as if it were obvious.

"actually, why not?"

he pretended to fly here over (two feet) to the the dresser. you pulled it open, jazz handing. "ta-da! diapers."

he nodded in approval, "now our baby knows where she's taking sh-" you gasped, clamping a hand over his mouth.

"taking poopies. and peepees."

"isn't it funny how every poo-poo time is pee-pee time, but not every pee-pee time is poo-poo time?"

"hmm. yeah. oh! we should hit the living room!"

"common room," peter corrected.

"living room."

"no, common room sounds better."

"nuh-uh! living-"

"come on spider-baby, to the common room."

you huffed in defeat, but followed ensuite. "y'know, our apartment is tiny."

"we're broke."

"facts."

"do you think she can tell we're broke?" peter whispered, holding the baby away from him, in hopes may wouldn't hear.

"uh, she literally just got un-womb-ified. i don't think she can 'tell' anything."

"oh. yeah."

"yeah."

he was quiet for a second before pulling may back to him, "this is our very not tiny common room. because we're rich."

"well, don't lie to her!"

"i'm not. i'm sure we are rich. in some universe that's not this one," he added.

"okay," you contemplated it, "okay."

"there's not much here, baby may."

"that's the table. table," you enunciated. "and those are chairs. and that's a couch. and that's a vase. and that's a cond- peter, for the love of god, is that a dirty condom?"

"uh. no."

"is this how you want to raise your daughter?" you scolded, "well, is it?"

"no," he said, bowing his head in shame.

"i mean, what if she gets- like, i don't know, infected? she's got a weak immune system!"

"can you get infected from c-"

"peter benjamin parker."

"sorry."

"mhm. who are you sorry to?"

he faced may, "i'm sorry, dearest may."

"that's more like it," you said, mid-yawn.

"where next?"

"kitchen?"

"sure." he pretended to fly her around, making airplane noises. it was wholesome, but you were terrified he'd drop her the entire time and turn your baby into jam.

you followed after him, leaning against the wall as you watched him try and explain to a half-asleep baby what the difference was between a fork and spoon.

"now, this leads us to the evolution of the spork."

you watched him interact for a moment longer, trying not to fall asleep standing.

"do we need to show her the bathroom, too? 'cause she isn't even old enough to use the toilet," you paused, "or, like, anything in there."

"but it's part of the house tourrrr," peter whined. you sighed, giving in. but, jeez, it was such a long walk. such a long six steps there.

huh, you thought, the apartment was small. you stumbled forward, due to the lack of sleep, to your shared bathroom. peter was already there, educated may on the importance of a sink.

"and that right there, my love, is a toilet."

you teared up slightly, not because of the talk of toilets, but because of peter and may. this was it, this was the family you'd always wanted.

the family you'd always wanted with peter.

because from the moment you saw him, walking down the hall with ned in freshman year, you knew he was the one. (okay, that was a stretch but... still.)

"you take sh- poopies in it. but not right now. right now, you do them in your diaper."

you blinked, something putrid smell that entered your nose. it took you a moment but, "oh, may, sweetie, he didn't literally mean now."

the to peter, "i think you should change her."

"okay!" he sounded very excited to be changing a poopy diaper, but you figured it was the new-fathering. you shook your head, going after him as walked another six steps to the bedroom.

man, screw new york and rent.

you sat down onto the bed, groaning slightly. because, god, soreness. you watched at peter changed her diaper, cooing incoherent babbles to may.

he picked her back up, and you kept your eyes trained on them, "don't drop her, petey."

"ugh, i won't."

"you'll be saying that until we have baby jam stained on our floor," you muttered.

"that was... hmm. now i'm imagining things i don't wanna be. thanks." he placed may gently beside you, crawling under the covers.

"i love you," peter murmured, kissing you softly.

"i love you more."

he smirked, "i love you most."

you frowned, but let it slide. "don't roll onto our baby and turn her into jam."

"for the love of-"

didn't matter, you were already asleep. peter chuckled, leaning over to kiss your forehead, and then may's. he brushed a finger over may's cheek, wiping away a tear of his.

"i love you," and after a moment, "and i'd love you if you were baby jam, too."

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#tom holland x reader #tom holland #peter parker #spiderman #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #angst #fluff #tom holland x you #peter parker imagine #shay's 100 follower celebration #shay writes

[isdalinarhot]

me signing up for my science fiction and fantasy class last fall: lmaooo imagine if i got to write an essay about my cosmere hot takes for this class. of course this could never happen because the cosmere is Books For Reading For Fun and not Books For Reading For School

the syllabus: during week 10 we will be reading hugo award winning novella The Emperor's Soul by Brandon Sanderson

me:

#I ALWAYS FORGET THAT THE EMPERORS SOUL IS LIKE. LEGITIMATE CAPITAL L LITERATURE #BECAUSE FUCKING SHAI WAS IN THE LOST METAL. A BOOK THAT IS CERTAINLY NOT CAPITAL L LITERATURE #oh my god. the professor can be normal about this book but i cant #like. i can. i can write a normal analysis of the themes within like an english student should #but im gonna be sitting there the whole time like. they dont know shai becomes an agent of fantasy jesus #they dont know about marashai femslash february. they have no fucking idea. #luke.txt #SHE LIVES IN THE SAME UNIVERSE AS DALINAR AND I HAVE TO READ ABOUT HER IN ENGLISH CLASS

[coolnonsenseworld]

Cause they are wingmen.... get it? Because of wings of Voltron???

Anyway it's what friends are for - when you don't have the guts to explain the idea of engagement and marriage and are too shy about it, your buddy got your back. To completely mortify you before you even have a chance to get drunk.

linktr.ee/Mezzy

#klance #hunay #hunk voltron #shay voltron #laith #voltron legendary defender #between posting this to patreon and tumblr i started writing this as a fic #i also got reminded that whenever i feel like writing a ficlet i sit down and wrrite until i run out of instant ideas for it #and when i check the wordcount its always between 1000-1600 #its been super fun but editing later now more work #also made me realize how much i enjoy dorky shiro #have an awesome monday!!!

[iceicewifey]

so um... i found a pose reference that gave me big vanishay vibes, but then i got carried away then tried to turn it into a lore moment for some reason? 😭

i don’t totally like how his arm looks plus i couldn’t get him low enough because the height difference was making it a really awkward angle, but that’s what i get for copying the anime style again... it’s janky but close enough lmao full disclosure vanilla's bangs and face are heavily referenced bc they were giving me the most grief to copy, no thanks to all those damn little LINES. reference + transparent vers. under the cut!

𝚝𝚊𝚐 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 :: @goblinselfshippr、 @over--heaven、 @spookysinner45、 @little-miss-selfships | join my tag list ᡣ𐭩

can’t find a direct link since i saw it on pinterest (💔) but it’s by mellon_soup!

#spankz arts #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo part 3 #stardust crusaders #vanilla ice jojo #jjba oc #oc x canon #vanishay #anime art #anime style #idk how to tag this #slaved over my art app for days with this one we’re using the damn tag list #have i ever told you how much i hate that the anime turned his vest into a speedo with a coat tail on it? #bc it looks stupid i hate it lol i wanted to fix it and do it like it’s SUPPOSED TO LOOK but i couldn’t quite get the folds to look right 💔 #but i actually didn’t hate drawing him as much as i thought i would? #surprisingly easy but i’m gonna chalk it up to the fact that he’s half naked HSJSKKS #might actually do it again if i don’t kms after drawing terence lmao /j #idk how to describe the 'lore moment' btw it's something i'm gonna have to get off my ass and write out unfortunately sighs #← except shay's under eye scar. that's from star platinum breaking qr's visor and cutting her lol

[theroseempress]

The duality of writing; inflicting The Horrors on a character while mumbling 'man, that's terrible' to yourself.

#writing #writeblr #writer things #writer humor #this post brought to you by me #putting a character in prison for 16 years #doing the math and realizing that it was in fact 16 yeras #going 'wow that sure is messed up' to myself #and then proceeding with it nonetheless #(sorry shai)

[bi-aragorn]

Clouds & Kisses

A different fandom again mwahaha, back at it again with a Monster Prom fic (and it’s not even horny, really)

Here on AO3

Rating: Teen

Tags: Kissing, Making Out, Summer Romance, Cloud Watching

Scott and Vicky cloud watching and kissing below (they’re cute and I need to play this game more)

It was a balmy summer’s day, and Scott and Vicky were curled up together on the hammock on her parents' back porch. Vicky was leaning back against Scott’s chest, and he had an arm curled protectively around her, rubbing up and down her side absentmindedly. He was staring up at the sky, watching the clouds as they rolled overhead whilst Vicky read her book, flicking over to the next page and peeking up from behind it just to watch him for a moment.

His eyes were wide, mouth in an almost perfect circle as he watched the clouds, deep in concentration as he clearly mulled over the shapes in the sky.

“That one… is Polly-shaped,” he mumbled to himself, and Vicky glanced up for a moment and watched as a wispy cloud drifted by. Snickering, she flicked the book closed and shimmied further up Scott’s chest.

“How about that one?” She asked, pointing at an oval-shaped cloud, a smile beginning to quirk up the sides of her mouth as she predicted the answer.

Scott’s eyes widened and she felt his tail as it started battering against her leg.

“Ball! That one’s a ball!” He yelled, excited, the hammock swaying with the force of his tail wagging. Vicky giggled, delighted by his exuberance, and let her eyes slip shut as she laughed. She wrapped her arms around his middle, and leant in, snuggling up close to him, before letting out a contented sigh. Scott hummed beneath her, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly as he brought his arms around her, large palms pressed flat against her back. She felt comfortable as she was, and a little sluggish- it was hard to be anything else in this heat- but there was an undercurrent of something more… passionate that Vicky was eager to explore.

They’d kissed before, but that was it- they'd barely been dating two weeks, only really since a few days before prom. It had been a perfect, sweet summer romance so far- there had been prom, obviously, and then a picnic during which Scott mostly chased ducks around the pond and Vicky laughed till her sides hurt, and a few tender kisses shared when they said goodbye at night. But maybe now was the time to try something a little more than kissing. Just a little.

Vicky lifted her head from Scott’s chest, and wriggled up until she found herself sitting on his lap, staring at his confused face, those bushy eyebrows drawn into a confused stare, head tilted slightly to the side. His hands had fallen subconsciously to her hips, thumbs rubbing her thighs softly, and Vicky smiled, tugging at the bottom of her dark blue t-shirt nervously. Taking a quick, sharp breath, she darted forward, and pressed her lips to Scott’s. He grunted, startled, but soon settled into the kiss, his warm hands wrapping more firmly around her hips, shifting her legs to spread more comfortably over his lap. Vicky moaned and tipped her mouth to the side, tongue moving forward, deepening the kiss. Her arms wrapped around Scott’s neck of their own volition, hips rocking forward to push closer against his body. Scott’s answering moan was lost in her mouth, as he ground up against her arse, before pulling back from their kiss ever so slightly.

“Is this ok?” he mumbled, eyes closed, lips parted for more, but still waiting patiently.

“Y-yeah!” Vicky said, and pulled him back into another kiss.

They lost themselves in it for a while, hands brushing over each others skin without much intention, just enjoying the moment wherever it took them, kissing and moaning softly as they moved.

Vicky could feel sweat beading on the back of her neck, her hair turning frizzy with it. It hardly mattered, but it gave her enough of a push to take another step. Pulling back and pressing a kiss to the corner of Scott’s mouth in apology, giggling at how he pouted, she reached for her t-shirt and tugged it off over her head, leaving her sitting in Scott’s lap just in her shorts and bra.

His eyes bulged almost comically at the sight of her. Vicky blushed, scratching at the back of her neck awkwardly- had she done something wrong? But before she could really start to worry, Scott had reached for her and pulled her into another searing kiss, hips grinding up against her arse again- and oh, he was hard. Vicky shivered, trying not to be too smug about it as she kissed Scott back, tugging at his t-shirt, trying to peel him out of it.

Soon they were sat on the slowly swaying hammock, shirtless and sweaty, Scott’s hands cupping Vicky’s breasts as he kissed across her stomach. Vicky squirmed, gasping at the way his lips caressed her skin. The ache between her legs was becoming harder to ignore, but as horny as Vicky was, she wasn't sure she wanted to go fuck Scott just now. It was enough as it was, kissing and touching and rolling about with him, learning how he liked to be kissed and touched. She shivered as his beard brushed against her stomach, ticklish, and pulled him back up.

There was a brief moment where they were looking each other in the eyes, startled, and then they were falling onto the grass in a heap of tangled limbs and giddy giggles. Vicky laughed, brushing tangled hair back from her eyes, before rolling over positioning herself on top of Scott and kissing him again, harder, grinding down on him as their lips pressed together.

His eyes screwed up and he let out a bitten-off howl, hands snapping up to clutch her by the hips. They lay for a while in the grass, rutting against each other, kisses becoming sloppier and sloppier, Scott’s noises more and more guttural and wolf-like as they continued. They had all the time in the world, and as Scott rolled them over to balance over the top of Vicky and catch his breath, Vicky found that she couldn't be happier about it.

#monster prom #monster prom fic #shay's writing #scott howl #vicky schmidt #scott x vicky #vicky x scott

[shay-creates]

Heads up, 7 Up

Tagged by @j-1173, thanks! ^-^

Rules: Post the last seven lines of your WIP and tag seven people 

(idk 7 people...)

Though his eyes sting and heart breaks, King Ansellus steels himself and reaches for his dropped sword. Haggardly, he stands to face what, now only vaguely, resembles who had been his wife and first love. His jaw clenches as his grip tightens on the sword. He takes a couple deep breaths to ground himself and launches himself towards her. He accepts this may be his last stand. For his daughter. For his new wife and their newborn son. For those whose blood is on Celesto’s hands. He lets out a wordless cry so he does not lose courage.

Another figure, more lithe and agile, appears from thin air on Celesto’s left. Two large daggers tightly held and poised to strike. Eiko falls through the air, her long, black braid snaking through the air. Her cry is closer and gains Celesto’s attention for it.

Barely phased and dodging the attack effortlessly, Celesto drops one of her own daggers and grabs Eiko from midair by the hair. Eiko’s body lurches as her momentum is suddenly halted and she screams, dropping her own daggers to instinctively try to free herself. Useless. Celesto flings Eiko into the dirt and deflects Ansellus’ attack in fluid movements. Ansellus’ own interrupted momentum bringing him stumbling past Celesto and onto the ground.

#heads up 7 up #tag games #writblr #Shay's WIPs #MOTF #I will (one day) be able to tag people in these mark my words #OC: Celesto #OC: Ansellus #OC: Kubo Eiko #Shay's writing

[shaisuki]

atsumu's desperate.

he wasn't always like this except when he needs you — so bad.

there's no call of your nickname or the endearment he uses to call you, the moment he comes home. flinging his gym bag, footsteps hard, scowling and sweaty. he kisses you rough. tongue clashing and teeth gnashing. grips on your ass so tight that you can't seat properly tomorrow from your bruised ass.

humping against you like a dog. a bitch in a heat and atsumu is nothing from this. whiny. submissive. pathetic. grinding his hardened cock straining in his pants to your bare thigh. moaning and groaning while he sucks your face from how hard he was kissing you.

“'tsumu — mmwah — hah” you pant to his lips as you barely managed to push him away before pulling you in for a another kiss. “let me eat you out please — wanna taste you so bad” he says in between kiss. his palm ghosting to your round stomach. squeezing it before his fingers is already rubbing the thin barrier of your panties covering your slit. “fine, fine. 'tsumu.”

and as a loving girlfriend, you obliged to your boyfriend's request. “fuck yes! 'tsumu! — c—cumming again!” you whined. grinding your hips harder than intended and atsumu hums in delight. groaning at your taste and the vibrations of his voice sending waves all over your body. your toes curling and your thighs shaking from the anticipation of your incoming orgasm.

his hold on your hips getting tighter to press your weight in his face. looking down below and you can only see the tuft of his blond hair splayed in the pillows. obscene noises coming from his mouth gets inherently louder the more you grind your hips in his face. slurping and sucking your sweet, fat cunt. his mouth drenched in your juices. he's relentless. he couldn't make up his mind wether to suck or lick your fat, pussy lips. mind's foggy to think but he continued. only had one goal to reach is to make you cum in his tongue.

let his tongue be graced by the saccharine taste of your pussy. the blonde just can't get enough of it. inserting his tongue in your hole and he wiggles around it and fuck, it was so fucking hot when he hears you moan his name. “tsumu~!” your slick dropping and his tongue acting like a spile for his taste buds to catch your juices.

damn, it feels good for his tongue with your hole. he should have done it sooner. you're leaking and it wasn't too long before you cum in his face. atsumu only groans. holding your thick, creamy thighs firmer to let you sink deeper in his face. he greedily laps up your juices. sticky with the sweetness he so damn loves.

“enough, tsumu. 'm sensitive. too much...” you moan out to him. your body trembling from the overstimulation it had taken from atsumu eating you out. “lemme take care of you, now. 'kay.” you rasped out. his bulge in his pants must be so painful. it took a little while before atsumu finally agreed with you.

“when did you become so needy, tsumu?” your boyfriend buries his face to your breasts. the tip of his ears pink and his pants tickling your skin. your hand wrapped around his cock. leaking and in desperate need of attention. “poor baby.” you cooed. jerking his cock faster and atsumu moans. his face flush and he takes his attention to your breasts. popping your nipple in his mouth like a newborn he is when sucks on your tit while he squeezes your other breast.

it doesn't take a few pumps of his cock before his spilling all over to your hand. his hips thrusting upward to prolong that mind numbing bliss. “wanna fuck this pussy, please.” atsumu begs. palming his hand to your pussy like he hadn't feasted on it ago.

“only if you can cum again, 'tsumu.”

#ʚ•ɞ. shai writes #chubby reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #miya atsumu #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x reader

[miabrown007]

Felonies and Other Love Languages - Masterpost

Adrien Agreste: rich, lonely, freshly aware of the fact that he's expected to take over not a fashion, but a drug empire. Marinette Dupain-Cheng: broke, angry, freshly aware of the fact that bringing down drug empires is a blast. But where would she be without her team, Alya and Nino, and her very good friend, Luka? Not to mention the team’s newest addition, the kind, the funny, the ultra charming Chat Noir. If Marinette likes him, though, that’s alright. It isn’t like she’s dating Adrien Agreste for real. It’s all part of her ten-step plan to make the Agrestes meet their demise.

read on AO3 | art tag

Illustrated by: @art-the-f-up

Betad by: @ladyofthenoodle & @khanofallorcs

For shitpost-free updates follow: @miaraculousbrown

Playlists:

bangers to terminate Gabriel Agreste to

Adrien | Alya | Luka | Chloé | Félix | Marinette

#miraculous ladybug #masterpost #miaraculous writing #felonies and other love languages #heist au #faoll #tumblr is burying Shay's art because of the external link and I won't stand for that

[teecupangel]

You’ve got a lot of dog!Desmond covered and you’ve got a catboy nonny in the walls….. sooooooo….. just popped in my head….. dogboy!Desmond?

I was thinking of how different Dogboy Desmond would be to Catboy Desmond and I realize what the problem was…

I wrote Catboy Desmond to be adorable and sweet, with maybe a bit of touchstarved Desmond sprinkled in between. This meant that an adorable and loyal Dogboy Desmond would just seem like a similar take so I would like to present an alternative.

Dogboy Desmond… but he has the instinct of a guardian dog.

And he sees Assassins as his ‘herd’.

Altaïr? He’s getting herded so he’d stop ignoring his hunger to finish his current research. Malik is his best friend and it’s normal to see the mentor being pushed around to the dining hall and being glared at until he ate everything in his plate.

Ezio? Ezio’s fine. He can take care of himself (although there will be nights when he and Desmond would just silently relax near the fire). His recruits though… they’re getting herded. Sometimes, Ezio had to stop Desmond from taking them back to their headquarters because “They’re tired, yes, but they can do this. Desmond-” (growl) “Listen to me, Desmond. There will come a time when they must continue even when they’re tired. The only way they can have an idea of what to do and not to do is for them to experience it in a safe-” (growling intensify) “Desmond, please, please just… this is the last lesson for today. I promise.”

Ratonhnhaké:ton? Achilles is getting lots of growls and might even get bitten because Desmond likes to herd Ratonhnhaké:ton back to the manor when he was young. He also herds the kids of the homestead while he’s there with Ratonhnhaké:ton. Strangely enough, he tries to herd Haytham at first but then just starts glaring and growling at him after he got into an argument with Ratonhnhaké:ton.

Edward makes him to shipcat as usual. Adéwalé gets a headache as usual. Strangely enough, Desmond does no herd any of the crew other than Edward and Adéwalé. Edward realized that ‘James Kidd’ is an Assassin because Desmond likes to herd him.

Shay? Oh boy. All of Achilles’ Assassins are being herded. No exception. Shay actually think this is some kind of weird Assassin thing. Liam told him to just go along with it. Desmond stayed with Shay after Lisbon and stopped him from leaving his room until he calmed down. Whether that affects Shay enough for him to try and talk to Achilles once more or if he’ll go with his canon path is up to you. Regardless, Desmond will stay with the Assassins though.

Arno is getting herded by Desmond who happened to be a dogboy that’s staying with the Brotherhood. Bellec tells him he’s been there longer than any of the Assassins alive and he… likes to take care of ‘brats’. Arno is herded with the other ‘newer’ Assassins and the herding (taking care of them) help him form some kind of camaraderie with them (aka: I am still pushing my ‘the Assassins in the Unity trailer should actually be characters that are friends with Arno’ agenda)

Let’s be honest… Jacob, Evie and Jayadeep are all getting herded. Desmond is less of a guardian dog here and more of the ‘father that stepped up’ type. They’re getting herded and taken care of. There is no escape.

#catboy desmond certainly has pairings #this one is more on the side of #desmond’s canine instincts make him the assassins’ guardians #dogboy desmond #assassin's creed #desmond miles #altaïr ibn la'ahad #ezio auditore #ratonhnhaké:ton #connor kenway #edward kenway #haytham kenway #shay cormac #arno dorian #jacob frye #evie frye #jayadeep mir #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed