#yes it is only midnight yes it is past my bedtime

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Crinkled Polaroids

Ex-boyfriend!Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

Hi my lovelies, Lia here and I'd just like to say that this took so long and so much effort, I really poured my heart out on this one and I hope it goes well. Recently my biggest heartbreaks are the "What ifs", what if you two worked it out? Would things be different? Would Simon have the life you've dreamed for the both of you and the one he's been deprived of?

You might be asking me "Lia, what's up with all the angsty content recently, aren't you a fluff dedicated blog?" Well I feel ill, I just got off an extremely busy week and most of my drafts have been never ending angst because I lost ideas of a domestic fam with Simon but I still need to get something out for you guys okay? A random bedtime scenario written down at 3am and for the rest of my midnights during a photoshoot and exam week, what could go wrong?

I'm still waiting on what my beloved @connorsui's review has to say 👀

Disclaimers/Warnings: This is not proofread, also ANGST.

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A relationship with Simon Riley going south, at first it started great as most relationships do with several minor bumps due to his past but no big deal right?

But Simon distances himself, more than what's healthy and yes, you do give him his space but there's only little time until closing and distancing off for a while could turn into something like neglect.

Little things like "I love you"s, "thank you"s and every verbal affirmation that you used to think you could cling onto was now non-existent, it hurts but isn't as hurtful when he refuses to touch you.

Back hugs you give would only give you a cold shrug in return, kisses you left were on cold chapped lips that remain still. At this point, you were better off loving someone dead.. then again, aren't you already doing so?

The life you've imagined for the both of you cease to fade in your head as the true reality of the man you love sets in, that dumb idea your younger self who had rose tinted glasses had to actually settle down with someone in such a short period of time of a few years.

You felt so unappreciated, it seemed like no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't get him to see you. You felt cheated of the relationship you were supposed to have with him when you see others with the one you love and how he acts around everyone except you. You felt like nothing but a chore to him, an occasional fuck who cleans his home.

Then again, this is a broken man, you felt entitled to ask such a thing of him when he himself is also just healing from what his past had caused.

In Simon's eyes, he was doing you a favor, fucked up in his part thinking hurting you is the best way to save you from himself. It worked, that's what he wanted.. right?

So you leave, it was best for the both of you anyway right? Simon deserves someone who could actually make him happy and you deserve to feel loved in a relationship. Simon's life was a mess, truly, but he didn't realize how much more of a mess it was without you.

Coming home to an empty shell of a house, nothing to look forward to. He found himself almost on the brink of insanity, moving things all over his own home as if you were still there.

Always finding himself staring at that one wornout and creased polaroid of you and him, you were a silly one huh? A hobby of yours that left so much proof of your existence.

Begging him to be in a picture, bribing him with a kiss. Slightly smudged and distorted but still legible pen ink at the back as he flips the flimsy piece of thick, shiny paper.

Keep him safe for me, Ghost.

- Your favorite girl <3

You always thought of him as Simon and Ghost as just an alter ego, a mask that he needs to wear in order to stomach the violence that comes with his occupation.

You were the only one who can differentiate these two people. Tears started to form in his eyes but he blinks it away and shoves the polaroid back in his wallet.

He only started noticing changes when Johnny points out that he's become stone cold, a lot more silent, though he was known to be a ghost.. a shadow.. it wasn't like him to not even try to light up his mood with his dark jokes.

Everytime Simon thinks he gets over the pain, there's always one thing in that stupid house that reminded him of you. You weren't there but it sure felt like that you haunted every corner of the house and his mind.

Whether that'd be something you gifted him or an item of yours left behind, especially when the two of you shared moments with those items, oftentimes Simon tries to relive those, preserve his fading memory of your face.

This is what happens when the decisions you make have consequences on the one that your world revolves around.

A few years down this lane, nothing has changed for Simon, at some part of this never ending low point in his life he was under substance abuse.. alcohol to be specific, since to him it was easier. In concern of his captain, he did get help for it to which had progress.

Ghost kept it together, "today was a day to celebrate Gaz" he thought, blowing out the nicotinic smoke and flicking the ash off his cigarette after.. he knew Ghost's thing was more of a "let's drink and play pool in a pub" rather than a sit-down dinner kind of guy but Kyle insisted.

He thought about how awkward it was, although Ghost felt like he knew Kyle's family just from the lovesick fool himself who would never shut up, always finding a way to talk about his wife and their two kids.

After another puff, he throws the cigarette butt on the pavement and grinds the sole of his shoe over it, the soft hiss for the cigarette evoking, proving it was put out.

Simon walked a few blocks till stopping at the Sergeant's described location, his footsteps made smooth, satisfying taps on the wood floorboards of the porch and he knocks.

Price took liberty of being the one to open the door for Simon because the family was busy, Simon walked through the front door with ease, seeing Johnny somewhat interacting with a kid.

He was welcomed by the a cozy looking space, it was homey and clearly occupied, the shoes lined up on the shoe rack next to the door from the largest pair to the tiniest which was such a far contrast from his empty gloomy apartment.

The kid caught glimpse of Simon, they run up to him and take his hand to guide him into the living room as of to welcome him before bringing back their attention to Johnny and somewhat messing with his stubby mohawk.

The lieutenant observed his surroundings, the little toys and picture frames hung around the house, for a moment his heart drops to his stomach, he blinks thinking he must've been imagining things. Simon walked closer to it, he wasn't imagining it.. that was you, in a wedding dress, in the photo with Kyle.

You looked glowing.. as if you've never looked better in your life, that heart stopping smile on your face, the flowery bouquet on your hands. The green of stems highlight the precious metal band on your finger. Of all the people, places and time, why here? Why now? Why Kyle..?

For a few seconds, just a few when Simon thought his nerves and gut settled, he heard the sweetest voice that was all he knew.

He forgot what it sounded like, the effect it had on him, all too overwhelming for a man who tried desperately to run away from the consequences of his actions. I guess that saying that once you don't hear someone's voice as frequently, you start to forget what they sound like.

For once, the ringing in his ear is gone. Just your voice, all he needed, he closed his eyes for a few soaking in the fact that you're here. For a moment he forgets to take into account that you weren't his. You and Simon make eye contact, the smile on your face drops as soon as you realize who is in your home.. who your husband invited..

Dinner came around, you tried your best to stomach the food you made, every swallow was a challenge. You spent most of your time staring at the food below you, afraid to even spare a glance at Simon. He was as uneasy as you were, telling the group he had to go to the bathroom as an excuse to explore what you now view as your home. The place you built your family together with your husband.

Simon uses the stealth he was known for to sneak in all the rooms, starting with the closest, the kitchen. The pictures on the fridge were enough to catch his attention, polaroids were something he was all too familiar with. Photos of the kids littered on the cold metal box with magnets others were of you and Kyle.

Everywhere he glances was proof of the life you built, the life you could've had together if he hadn't taken you for granted. Simon returned to the table a few minutes later, you easily notice the sudden drop of his mood to solemn.

Constantly closing his eyes, the lieutenant's head was spinning, taking in the fact that Garrick was able to settle down with you in those few years, the same amount of time you'd been together and you both were never close to achieving what you had now.

The night ended with the mens' satisfied stomachs while you and Kyle play-fight about who gets to do the dishes. As all of them were about to leave, you gathered what little guts you had to at least try to talk to Simon as he's the last one out the door, away from the ears of your husband who's currently doing the dishes because the last thing you'd want is to ruin their friendship.

"Goodbye Si.."

Simon never thought he'd hear that nickname out of your lips ever again, he stopped, his feet felt like they were sinking on the ground. Before he knew it, Simon was back on your porch, squeezing you so tight. You tried to pull away but he only held tighter, head rested on your shoulder.

"One last, lovie.. please.." you sigh, your arms wrapping around him, you tried your best to sooth him as your palm runs up and down his back. You felt the sleeve of your shirt getting damp, Simon didn't cry often, but this was different. It wasn't silent at all like you were used to, he was straight up sobbing.

Simon pulled back slowly, you saw his puffed up and flushed face against his pale skin. You felt bad for Simon however what happened is what happened and you were content where you were no matter how much pain the past brings you.

Simon knows you're happy, he sees it, he cups your cheek with his hand. He was about to lean in and kiss your forehead like he always used to but he stops himself.

He wanted to be selfish, he wanted you again but he can't do that to Kyle and he knows this would only upset you so just like before, with a heavy heart he leaves.

Simon will forever let that sink into his heart, the only one he's ever love will forever be engrained in his mind. You will always be his favorite girl..

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[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Imagine the red haired pirates coerce you into singing for them

Shanks: *leading the crew in singing Bink's Sake*

Uta: *on a table trying to sing over everyone*

Yassop: *playful nudges you when he notices when you're just sitting there*

You: *shoots him an awkward smile as you shake your head*

The crew: *cheers as they finish the song*

Benn: whew boy, look at the time, it's nearly midnight, I think it's time to call it a night.

Lucky Roux: Careful there, your age is showing there, bud.

Yassop: we're not going yet, one more song.

Benn: but it's past my bedtime

Yassop: not yet, we always finish off the night with the crew singing a song together, and unfortunately someone wasn't singing along with us during the last one. *ruffles your hair*

You: I can't carry a tune.

Hongo: *grins* I bet you could do it if there was a gun to your head.

You: I'd have to tell you to pull the trigger piglet.

Shanks: Now you have to sing us a song to make up breaking one of our party traditions.

You: can't I owe you one? It's late, and I'm tired

Shanks: Haha. No

The crew: Sing, sing, sing sing.

Yassop: *picks you up and plops you on a table* you have the stage.

You: Ugh, y'all are really gonna make me do this, aren't you.

Uta: yes now sing!

You: *sings the only song that comes to mind*

The crew: *applaud and sing along*

When you're done

You: there happy

Shanks: I didn't know you have such a pretty voice.

You: You're just saying that to be nice.

Uta: He is being nice

Shanks: *gives her the disapproving dad warning side eye *

Uta: And honest! We should totally sing together sometime.

Benn: *gives her a subtle thumbs up*

Yassop: can we go home now?

Benn: fuck yes, I'm tired.

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[meluiloth]

For @silmarillionepistolary day 7, Remembrance and New Beginnings! Artwork at the bottom.

Night has fallen. The lamps have been turned low, the house cleaned, the bedtime routine completed; all Maglor and Maedhros have left to do is tuck the twins and read them their customary story.

They look so small wrapped in the red wool blankets, like two little birds in a crimson nest. They are quiet, too, waiting patiently for Maglor to ask his routine question: “Now, what story would you like tonight? Or would you rather hear a song?”

“I want the one about the Sun and the Moon!” Elros pipes up, scrunching the blanket in his hands eagerly.

Maglor smiles. “Is that what you want as well, Elrond?”

Elrond, the quieter twin, looks bashfully down before murmuring, “I’d like to see the picture book…”

Maglor shares a confused look with Maedhros. They did not own any picture books. “What do you mean?” Maedhros asks.

Elrond tips his head. “The one in your study,” he says. “It’s got gold string around it and lots of pictures on every page.”

Maedhros frowns. “You know you are forbidden from entering my study,” he reproaches.

Elrond bites his lip. “Yes, I know … I just saw the pictures and thought they were pretty.”

Maglor sees the telltale signs of a lecture in Maedhros’s expression, so he swiftly says, “Perhaps we can excuse it this once, if you promise to ask before you touch our things.”

Both Elrond and Elros nod emphatically, and Maglor leaves the room to search for the ‘picture book’ in his brother’s study, which is packed with volumes, scrolls, and papers. Maglor thinks it will take him forever to find the book Elrond described, if it exists at all, but surprisingly he easily locates it in the first bookshelf: a worn book of red leather, tied with a fading gold ribbon. It is familiar to him, but he cannot recollect why until he brings it back into the twins’ room. Maedhros’s eyes widen when he sees it. “Grandfather’s sketchbook? I thought that was lost ages ago!”

“It was in a box in the back,” Elrond supplies.

Maglor looks down at it, a stab of nostalgia and old grief passing through him. “I thought we never even brought it,” he murmurs.

“Can we read it?” Elros asks, leaning forward curiously.

Maedhros frowns, his reluctance clear. There are many memories neither of them want to relive, the life and death of their grandfather among the most heartbreaking. But many of the memories Finwë recorded in his beloved sketchbook were his happiest, from both his life and the rest of his family’s. And the two young children looking up at Maglor are also Finwë’s family … and he wants to share something of his life that is not just the blood on his hands.

The spine of the book cracks softly as he opens it, and the yellowed paper releases a small puff of dust, but the artwork on the inside is still as lovely and life-filled as the day he penned them.

Maglor explains each piece as he showed it to the twins, and lets them look as long as they like. Even Maedhros sometimes asks him to wait a little longer on certain pages, the heavy, dark look in his eyes brightening when he remembers his childhood in Valinor.

It is well past midnight by the time they reach the last pages, and all of them are surprised to see that they are all in full color, when all the previous pages have been only graphite sketches.

“Who are they?” Elros breathes, tracing his finger delicately over the meticulously painted faces.

Maglor swallows, his throat and his eyes clogged with tears. His brother, too, is at a loss for words.

“It’s them,” Elrond says, looking up at the Fëanorians and then back down at thd drawings. “Maglor and Maedhros are right there … but Maedhros looks different …”

It was true. Maglor and Maedhros, along with all of their brothers - still alive and smiling radiantly - and their parents. On the other pages, their cousins and uncles and aunts, before any of them had suffered the horrors of Morgoth.

“That is us,” Maedhros murmurs. “That was us then. We were so happy..."

“What was it like … then?” Elros ventures.

Maglor smiles. “I will tell you.”

“Tomorrow night,” Maedhros interrupts. “It is very late, and if you are to understand a word we say, you must be well-rested.”

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[gennyanydots]

Forced to go to the strip club

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x spitfire!wife

Part of the “Spitfire Universe”

Not necessary to read the other parts but helpful.

Summary: It’s Bob’s bachelor party and their babysitter cannot handle them. Reinforcements must be called in. Reinforcements are sleepy.

“Hello?” You say as you answer the phone sleepily. Who the fuck would be calling at this time? What time was it anyway? You went to bed way later than normal and you feel like you were pretty asleep so it’s got to at least be 2 in the morning or something.

“Is this Mrs. Hangman?” A male voice, that you don’t recognize, on the other line asks. You laugh at that. You didn’t realize when you married Jake you were actually gaining two new names instead of one. You were expecting Jake to be the one calling since his name came up on your phone when you looked for half a second before answering. Whoever this is must have gotten a hold of Jake’s phone somehow.

“Yes, this is she,” you say with a yawn.

“Hi, umm, this is Bob’s cousin. I was the designated babysitter tonight and umm I was told well uhhhh,” the man trails off, clearly trying to figure out how to describe whatever is happening to you.

“You were told what?” You ask. Tonight was Bob’s bachelor party. You figured that the squad would be getting into some sort of shenanigans, hence the need for a babysitter. You specifically didn’t ask any questions. You didn’t want to know. You also didn’t want to have to answer questions when you went out for the bachelorette party tomorrow night. So you knew literally nothing about what your husband and his friends were doing. Bob’s wife to be had come over along with Natasha and the three of you spent the evening watching trashy tv shows together while painting your nails and doing face masks to look your best for the tomorrow night. A girls night in before the girls night out. Plus, someone had to stay home with Eli and Radar. Jake’s on kids duty tomorrow.

The three of you ended up going to bed around midnight, way past your normal bedtime. Natasha passed out first on your couch before you lead Bob’s girl upstairs to the guest bedroom. Usually you try to go to bed at the same time as your son, you feel like you should have tonight since you knew he’d be up at 5 just like normal, only you would be the one getting up with him instead of Jake. You were not looking forward to that. Damn your husband for his early morning runs. You wish you would have taken Penny up on her offer to watch Eli tonight for you so you could have a stress free night in and a nice morning to sleep in tomorrow so you’re well rested for the fun.

“ Umm, you see, Bob told me earlier that if I uhh couldn’t umm,” the man trails off again. How long does this man expect this conversation to last? You have sleeping to do and you’re moving past being annoyed straight into being pissed off at this man.

You roll your eyes and huff, “Give the phone to Rooster.” You figure Bob’s cousin wouldn’t know who Bradley was if you used his real name. Bradley’s the easiest to distinguish from everyone else. Easy to spot.

“I don’t remember which one that is,” the man replies. Of course he didn’t. That would have been too easy for you.

You sigh, why did it have to be your husband doing something dumb, “Hawaiian shirt.”

“He’s drunk.” At a bachelor party? Shocking. You would have never guessed. You’re gonna lose it on this man. You really are.

“Yeah, I’m sure he is. He’ll at least tell me what’s going on without pussyfooting around so please hand the phone to the very tall man with a mustache wearing the obnoxious shirt before I start yelling at you and wake up my baby,” you say, very quickly losing your patience.

“Yes ma’am,” he says before you hear the background noise get louder until you hear Bradley say, “Why are you handing me a phone? I have my phone. It’s not mine!” to Bob’s cousin and then some mumbling.

Finally you hear Bradley say, “Hello?”

“Bradley,” you say.

“Hey! Hangman’s been talking about you! Hey Hangman! It’s your wife! Hi hangman’s wife. How are you? We miss you!” Bradley says, all a little too loudly.

You laugh, “Hi Bradley. I’m good. How are you? Miss you too.”

“I’m so good. I’m having so much fun. Not as much fun as your husband though.”

“How much fun is he having?” You ask.

“So much fun,” Bradley says laughing.

You roll your eyes, at least you’re getting farther than you had with Bob’s cousin. Bradley is at least answering you, “What’s he doing? Where are you guys?”

“He’s dancing on the stripper pole! Very badly. He’s bad at this. I’m sorry your husband can’t dance. I’ll teach him if you want. I’m surprised Coyote’s best friend is this bad at dancing,” Bradley says. You’re starting to hear a slur to his voice.

“It’s okay. He’s usually better when he’s not drunk like that,” you explain.

“He’s really, really drunk, me too, but he’s like bad really drunk. If he spins much more he’s gonna throw up. Gross. I don’t want to see that. We should have someone come get him,” Bradley says then you hear him gasp, “I should call his wife! She’ll come get him.”

You shake your head as you listen to him and wonder exactly how much alcohol is in his system, “I’ll come get him.”

“Oh my God did I call you with my mind?! I don’t remember calling you! I’m magic! I knew it!” Bradley says, excitedly.

“Sure Bradley, you’re magic. I need you to text me where you are so I can come get him, okay?” You ask.

“Okay. I gotta use my phone. This isn’t my phone. I don’t even know whose it is. The background is you and your son. Weird. That’s creepy. Honey, I think you have a stalker. I’ll protect you. Don’t worry. Nobody will get you or Eli on my watch. Uncle Rooster will protect you both!”

“My hero,” you say and yawn again. “Okay, Bradley take out your phone.”

You hear shuffling and then hear, “Okay. Done.”

“Good job. Now I need you to share your location with me.”

You hear a few taps then receive a notification from his phone then hear, “Boom! Crushed it!”

You laugh then smile, “Perfect. You did so good, Bradley. So proud. I’ll see you soon, okay? Don’t leave, none of you, until I get there. That poor man Bob put in charge did not sound like he had you all under control. Lord knows you’re all a handful and a half. Bye Bradley.”

“Bye bye!”

You hang up and stretch your arms over your head. This isn’t what you wanted to be doing. You wanted to sleep. You don’t want to go to a strip club to corral a group of drunk men, including your husband, and get them all to leave. This wasn’t your job. You weren’t on Dagger duty, and yet, here you were pulling on a pair of sweatpants and throwing on a sweatshirt to get in the car. Why wasn’t Pete babysitting? Unless he’s also there and drunk off his ass. Or maybe he’s sick of them after being with them all week and instead stayed home for some peace and quiet. Smart man.

You tiptoe into the guest bedroom and quickly but quietly wake the soon to be Mrs. Floyd to let her know what was happening. You couldn’t see well in the dark but you’re sure she rolled her eyes at the situation then held her hand out for the baby monitor. Thank goodness for friends who get it. You handed it to her with a quiet, “Thanks, I’ll be back soon! Hopefully.” before you quietly went down the stairs and slipped your feet into some flip flops.

You just grabbed your keys and wallet and stuck them in your hoodie pocket along with your phone. It felt weird not taking a diaper bag with you for once. You quietly went into your garage and open the door to get your car out. You really hope the noise doesn’t wake up Eli or Natasha who had still been snoring on the couch. You grab some water bottles from the garage fridge and toss them onto the front passenger seat as you get in your car and soon you’re on your way to the strip club. Thankfully it was only about 15 minutes from your house so it doesn’t take long for you to get there.

You park your car and climb out then head to the door. The bouncer looks at you funny but doesn’t question you as you hand him your ID. He checks it and hands it back as he tells you to have fun. You roll your eyes. Does it look like you’re there to have fun? You’re pretty sure your hair is a mess and you might even have pillow marks on your face still. If anything he probably thought you were some jealous wife coming down here in a blaze of fury but that’s not the case at all. You have no problem with strip clubs. You couldn’t care less that your husband is here. These women and some men potentially are just doing their job. Your only problem is you’re here when you want to be fast asleep. You’re pretty sure if the guys don’t immediately listen to you that the party is over that you’re going to have a full on temper tantrum. You’ve watched your toddler have enough of them so you’re basically an expert.

You look around and don’t find anyone who looks familiar. You spot a waitress and quickly walk over to her and ask where a bachelor party might be. She points you towards the VIP room and you thank her before heading in that direction.

There’s another bouncer in front of the door who stops you before you can enter and you just sigh, “Listen, you close in like a half an hour. It’s probably going to take me that long to round up all those guys in there and convince them it’s time to go home. Do you want to deal with their drunk asses and it take you three times as long for you to get them to listen or do you want me to do it and I’ll have them outta here in no time? Because if you want to then by all means go ahead. I’ll go back home and go back to sleep. My son is going to be up in like three hours. If you don’t want to then I’m gonna need you to let me through so I can collect them. I promise you I know them all. This is Robert Floyd’s bachelor party.”

The bouncer nods and holds the door open for you, “Yes ma’am. I apologize ma’am.”

You nod at him and walk in to a mess. There are guys everywhere. A couple you don’t know. One very scared looking man by the small bar. You assume that’s Bob’s cousin. You head over to the bartender, completely ignoring Bob’s cousin, and ask them to turn the room’s music off which they do as you stand on a chair you find. Once the musics off, immediately you hear a bunch of groans and hey’s and you roll your eyes. Whiny babies.

“Hey!” You yell to get their attention.

They all turn to look at you and you take the site in. Bob has a bra hanging from his neck and lipstick kisses on his cheek, you quickly take out your phone and snap a couple shots of that. Bradley’s Hawaiian shirt is inside out. Your husband is holding onto a stripper pole leaning backwards, couple pictures of that one too. Javy was getting a lap dance but the stripper stopped when you yelled, picture of that. Mickey was on Rueben’s back for some very odd reason, picture of that one. Logan and Billy were seated on a couch, double fisting some beers. And both Brigham and Neil have their heads down at the bar and you took a picture of that too. The men you don’t know were all scattered about amongst the others. You honestly expected worse but it didn’t sound like Bob’s cousin could handle anything worse.

When the men all see you there are excited shouts.

“Hangman! That’s your wife!”

“Baby!”

“Mom’s here!” (That one made you roll your eyes but you’re not surprised)

“Oh no! We got caught!”

“I know you!” (Yes Logan, you two have met many times.)

You shake your head at the lot of them.

You put a single finger to your lips until they all quiet down, “Okay, here’s what’s going to happen. We’re going to do this step by step.”

The men all nod at you. Good. You didn’t feel like dealing with any defiant little assholes.

“First! Whatever dollar bills you brought with you for tonight need to be given to the nice ladies who took their clothes off for you. And you’re going to thank them for their time. Bob give back the bra.”

Bob immediately blushed bright red and the men all proceeded to follow your directions, even making sure to thank them. One man walked up to you and held his money out and you shook your head, “Not me you dumbass.” You pointed him towards one of the strippers and sighed, these guys are going to have to make it up to you. You’re taking an extra long nap tomorrow and someone had been watch your son. You feel something around your waist and look down to see your husband has wrapped his arms around you.

“Good job, now number two, you’re going to all cash out at the bar. Get your cards back. We’re not leaving our credit cards here. Make sure you tip,” you say gesturing to the bar.

Jake reluctantly lets you go before following your directions. This step takes them all a while and you end up sitting down on the chair until the bartender gives you a thumbs up and Jake is back to standing as close to you as he possibly can.

You stand back up and your husband wraps his arms back around you, “Okay third step, look around you for trash. If there are cups take them to the bar-“

The bartender interrupts you, “We can handle that. Don’t worry. It’s our job.” You shoot him a glare and he immediately holds his hands up in surrender and says sorry.

“- Like I was saying, if there are cups take them to the bar. If there’s trash there’s a trash can in the corner. We aren’t leaving this place a mess.”

The men all get to work quickly and it doesn’t take long before everything is picked up and vaguely looking clean. To get Jake to listen this time you had to push him off you and point at some trash before he sighed and picked it up and threw it away then returned to his spot.

“Fourth step, make sure you have your wallet, phone, and keys and/or anything else you brought with you. Like a sweatshirt or a hat.”

Everyone immediately starts patting their pockets and nodding. You tap Jake’s shoulder to get him to let go then sit back down and turn to Bob’s cousin, “What was the plan for afterwards. Are they going somewhere? Is there a way to get them to wherever?”

Bob’s cousin shrugged, “We rented a limo to get here and I think the plan was to Uber back to wherever you were staying for the night.”

You shake your head at him, “You think or you know? You’re the worst babysitter. You should know the plan.”

Bob’s cousin hangs his head and apologizes.

You look around before finding Bob and quickly yell his name, gesturing for him to come over to you.

“Hi, Mzzz Hangman. Whass zup?” He says slurring this words.

“What are you doing after this?” You ask.

He scrunches his face for a minute or so before going, “Oh! Theresssa limo to take us to tha hotel and then we go to sleep and then brunch and then more sleep at homes.”

You laugh listening to him, “Thanks. Knew I could count on you.”

Bob beams at the praise.

You stand back up, once again Jake holds onto your legs, “Fifth step, nicely walk out to the limo and get in to go back to the hotel. Mr. Competent over here,” you point to Bob’s cousin, “Will give you further instructions when you accomplish that. I better get a good report for him or I’m gonna be mad at you all!”

That ones followed by most of the men saying a quick, “Yes ma’am.” before they started their journey to the parking lot.

You stop at the little bar and leave Bob’s phone number with them in case anything gets left behind.

You follow after the others and stop at the limo to make sure they’re all accounted for, which they are, except one. You look over at your car and see Jake leaning against it with his hands in his pockets.

You turn to Bob’s cousin, “Do not lose them. Have them drink water. Get them straight to their rooms. They should all pass out. I’m taking mine with me so you have one less. You’re lucky.” You turn to the others, “Be good! I want a good report saying you were on your best behavior!” You’re answered with a bunch of giggles as you pat the top of the limo and shut the door.

You unlock your car and watch Jake scramble into the passenger seat. You laugh and walk over, getting into the driver seat, “Did you think I wouldn’t let you come home?”

He shook his head and pouts, “I don’t wanna play with my friends anymore. I want my wife. I want to sleep in my own bed. I want my puppy. I want my baby.”

You laugh and lean over to kiss his cheek, “My poor, sweet husband, forced to go out and spend time with his friends. Didn’t have any fun. Definitely didn’t enjoy getting drunk and seeing mostly naked women.”

His mouth breaks out into a goofy grin, “That was nice but I would much rather see you mostly naked because then I could just make you the rest of the way naked.”

You laugh and shake your head, “Okay, let’s go home. If you want your baby so much you can get up with him.”

Jake perks up, “I can?! I miss him! We’re gonna play so much!”

“You say that now. When he wakes up in two and a half hours you’re going to be so sleepy,” you say as you start the car and start driving home.

Jake shrugs, “Worth it. I’m sleeping with the baby monitor. I’m getting up with my baby. I don’t care what sleepy Jake says. I promise I’m getting up.”

And surprisingly that’s exactly what sleepy Jake did in three hours when your son woke up. How nice of him to sleep in a half hour.

The bachelorette party

#jake hangman seresin x reader #hangman x reader #spitfire universe #jake hangman x female reader #jake seresin x f!reader

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Birthday Cake (Azul Ashengrotto)

There’s actually a tradition about birthday cakes back where the Prefect comes from.

Original idea by @strawberry-pie-thoughts

NOTE: I only write for female reader but everyone is welcome to read it!

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“Tesouro, what is this?”

“It's a cake!”

“Yes, I can see that. I'm wondering why there is a cake on my table?”

It's technically a miniature cake, one that certainly will be gone in very few slices, even if cut quite thin. It's the color of sand, clearly imitating the ocean floor, with some shiny pearls and gold coins and white shells scattered, all very small but abundant. The most attention catching part of it is the beautiful black octopus on top, its tentacles curling around in intricate swirls, the 'skin' shimmering under his office's lights. The blue eyes and stylishly askew fedora make it very clear who that is supposed to be.

“Well…” (Y/N) smiles at him that way that makes him have to swallow the ink threatening to spill out. What was it Mr. Shroud said the other day? His disadvantage against her cuteness would be the end of him. “Your birthday is tomorrow!”

“Yes. Well, technically, it's today, it is past midnight.”

They both should be in bed, actually. Monstro Lounge would have an event to celebrate his birthday, the day promises to be a busy one. Azul is already pushing his luck by being awake right now, way past his bedtime, but his anxiety to make sure things were going perfectly smooth did not let him rest until he had checked every nook and cranny and annoyed Floyd to the point of moping.

Then his girlfriend asked for a few minutes of his attention and he is a weak, weak guppy when it comes to her.

Maybe Mr. Shroud is onto something.

So here he is, sitting on his comfortable office chair, having a staring contest with a miniature version of himself while his girlfriend beams at him.

“I made this for you,” and she must've seen the beginnings of his conflict for she immediately holds his hand and squeezes. “I made sure it won't break your calorie intake for the day. At least, not too much! It's a special recipe Vil and Trey helped me prepare.”

(Y/N) asking Trey for help is nothing new—and maybe Azul has some insecurities about it despite knowing the Heartslabyul Vice Housewarden sees her as a sibling—, but for her to go to Vil, of all people? The only other person who's even more meticulous with his food intake than Azul and Riddle combined?

God, he loves her.

“I know you're not going to actually eat the cake you prepared for the party,” she glares a bit at him and he shrugs. The matter of his maybe a bit too strict eating habits is a delicate subject they're still breaching into, “so I made this! This way, you'll have the chance to eat a proper cake slice on your birthday!”

God, he loves her.

Taking her hand to his lips, he gives her soft skin as many kisses as he can, his hearts filling with warmth greater than the sun of Scarabia and ten times more nourishing.

“The octopus…?”

“I made him by hand! Took a lot of tries, Ace and Deuce might have diarrhea for a few days… but, hey, they agreed to it.”

Azul can only giggle, giddiness bubbling up his chest and making his head fuzzy.

“Let us share it, then.”

She agrees with a happy squeal, grabbing the knife and a plate—and only now he notices that she actually made a whole display with ocean themed plates and cups. By the smell, he can tell it is his favorite tea, the one he drinks when he needs to relax before bed with a good book.

God, he is loved.

“You can have it,” he says when she offers him the first cake slice.

She blinks. He blinks.

A blush rises to her cheeks.

“R… really?”

“... Yes?” he's a bit confused, but he's not going to complain about her cuteness, not now not ever.

“I guess it's not a thing here, but… back home, we give the first slice of our birthday cake to the person we love the most. So… thank you! I promise I'll give you the first slice of mine.”

God, he's going to spew ink on the cake.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst imagines #x fem reader #br twst #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #a series of birthday cakes

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🖤 Stop the World (I Wanna Get Off With You) (Reader x I.N) 🖤

Crossposted under 2Babbies on Ao3 <3

Pairings: i.n x reader, established/background hyunlix

Words: 4400

Summary: You and I.N are nothing more than acquaintances who have been dragged to the bar by your mutual friends. The only thing you have in common is being ditched by them. Just when you are about to go home, he invites you to dance. Maybe there’s more chemistry between you than you first thought? (Inspired by the Arctic Monkeys song)

Smut + Humour

Tags: non-idol au, mentions of alcohol, just hyunlix are drunk, adorkable I.N, very little plot, teasing, safe sex/use of condom, dry humping, cunnilingus, dick riding, playful sex, praise

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Hyunjin spins Felix, once, twice, then a third time before they fall into each other. They laugh and embrace sweetly, swaying to the music as it drowns on with the chatter of the barcrawlers. You sigh and check your watch then glance at your company for the night. Jeongin, looking criminally attractive in blue jeans and a white tee, sneaks a glance at you over his glasses and forces a pleasant smile before scanning the room. He takes a sip of his water and watches with you as your friends land in a booth together, continuing to be the center of the other’s world.

You had declined the invitation immediately when Felix asked you to come along.

“Why?”

You tried to look away when he gave you his most pitiful puppy-eyed stare, but then he maneuvered himself into your field of vision so you could not escape.  “I don’t want to be a third wheel to you and Jin…”

You knew he only wanted a sober driver, but still gave in to his promises.

“You won’t! He’s inviting I.N, you can hang out with him! Please!”

This is how you found yourself in your current situation. Sitting next to someone you barely knew, having exchanged less than ten words between each other since Felix and Hyunjin hastily introduced you then promptly dumped you at the bar counter. Maybe if you had found the man any less inticing to stare at you would have been able to talk to him, and unluckily neither of you had been able to hold a conversation the whole night. You down the last of your water and check your watch again. You stand and slide your empty glass to the bartender, fixing your little black dress as you do so.

“Where are you going?”

You look over slowly, almost having forgotten that your partner for the night had the ability to speak.  “Home.”

“You’re leaving?”

“Yes, it’s past my bedtime,” You reply sarcastically, then when he stares blankly add, “It’s after midnight. You can drive them home, they don’t need both of us here.”

You turn to walk away, but pause when you hear his voice again.

“W-Wait.”

You turn back to him, lazily swinging your legs as you step forward to stand in front of him. He stares at you in silence.

“What?” You bite.

“Um… Will you dance with me?”

You blink rapidly as his words finally register, and he offers a more earnest smile as you take your time answering.

“You want to dance with me?”

He nods eagerly then fixes his glasses.

“Please?”

His voice is so small, and even though you are tired the guilt of refusing him would surely keep you up all night.

“‘Kay. You lead.”

He grins and stands, accidentally stepping into your personal space. You back up a bit, then remember his request and begrudgingly reach your hand out to take his. He fumbles a bit, trying to account for being too close and overcompensating by stumbling backwards into his stool. He catches himself and hangs his head as his cheeks flush. You sigh and grab his hand, then drag him out to the dancefloor. When you turn back to face him he readjusts how your hands are linked together and pulls you closer by your waist. You make a surprised sound at this.

“Sorry, is this okay?”

“S’fine.”

There is still a decent amount of space between your bodies, but his warm hand and solid grip on your lower back leaves you a little flustered. Luckily, he does not seem to notice as he can barely bring himself to look at you. The next song that plays is an upbeat rock tune with a sultry bassline, something that should be easy to dance to. You nudge his foot with yours as he stares at the floor, unmoving.

“Hey, you’re leading. Remember?”

“R-Right…”

You try to ignore the implicit lyrics as Jeongin pulls you a bit closer and begins dancing. Surprisingly, he seems to know what he is doing. Once he warms up he is leading you through a playful romp around the dancefloor. You try to contain your giddiness, but find yourself laughing when his moves are both charming and a little impressive. He grins and brings you closer, your swaying hips brushing momentarily before he steps away to give you room for a spin. At the end of it he pulls you back in and lets you walk him backwards off the dancefloor.

The song ends with both of you a little breathless. Your chests rise and fall with some labor, and you are still pressed together.

“Okay,” You manage, “Happy?”

“One more?” He adds softly, “Please?”

You laugh and pull him with you as you return to the dancefloor. Your movements become more comfortable, and you find the longer you dance together the more he opens up. You begin sharing quips and flits of conversation between your twists and whirls. You continue on like this, allowing him ‘one more’ dance at the end of each song until you tire of standing. He follows you off the dancefloor as you lean your back against the wall, and you barely even mind when he braces his hands on either side of you and stumbles into your arms. You hold him steady as he straightens up to look at you, but you do not break away from each other.

“Hold on,” You pant, “Let me catch my breath.”

“Tuckered out already? It must really be past your bedtime.”

You snort.  “Shut up. I don’t know how you’re still standing, my feet are killing me.”

He laughs.

“Need to sit down?”

“No. I’m fine.”

He shakes his head and departs for a moment then returns with a chair. You lean one hand against the wall and use the other to wave in protest.

“I don’t need that.”

He blinks then takes a seat in the chair.

“I wasn’t grabbing it for you anyway.”

He grins mischievously as you make an offended sound.

“Are you serious? Hand it over.”

“Nope.”

You shove him lightly, both of you laughing as you try to wrestle him out of the seat. Eventually, you give up and resort to sitting in his lap to relieve your feet. He helps you find a comfortable position and lazes an arm around your waist as you glare softly at him. He squints at you, like he does not trust the moment of peace, then yelps as you blow on his face.

“Mean!”

“Ha. Ha.”

He sighs, a contented airy sound that rustles the butterflies in your stomach. You clear your throat and shift a bit, leaning in and molding your body into his. He pulls you tighter, holding you securely as you let him take your weight. You drape your arms over his shoulders and tilt your head as he gazes softly at your lips, then into your eyes. Your breathing has calmed, but your heart still feels fluttery in your chest. You realize you had been leaning in, unconsciously closing the distance between you. You stop and he straightens up a bit, coming ever slightly closer before pausing.

“Did you, um,” He licks his lips, “Have fun?”

“Yeah… You’re a good dancer.”

“Thanks. You too.”

You smirk softly as he wriggles beneath you.

“You think so?”

“Yeah… Very, um, yeah…”

“Very…”

“Sexy.”

Your eyebrow raises.

“You think I’m sexy?”

“I don’t know.”

“... You don’t know?”

“Mhm.”

You lean forward, brushing your cheek against his as you whisper in his ear.

“I think you’re lying.”

He swallows.

“Nh…”

“Why don’t you say what you really think?”

“Uh… You’re, um…”

You lean back to inspect his reaction, his shaky breath and avoidant eyes.

“I’m?”

“Nice. You’re really nice. Thank you for dancing with me.”

“Oh,” You breathe, heart pounding as his cheeks flush, “You don’t need to thank me. It was my pleasure.”

He shrugs.

“You didn’t want to. I appreciate it.”

“Just the first time… But I wanted to keep dancing with you every time after that.”

He smiles sheepishly.

“Still, thanks.”

You look around, seeing no sign of Hyunjin or Felix.

“I think they ditched us.”

“What? Oh, yeah.”

“I think that’s our cue to get out of here.”

He blinks at you and presses his lips together tightly as he lets you continue.

“Why don’t you take me home?”

“You want to go home?”

You smirk at his innocent tone and slightly disappointed expression.

“Yes. Take me home, I.N, with you.”

The realization dawns on him and his eyes widen slowly.

“Oh. Okay.”

You giggle and rise from his lap, leading the way out of the bar.

The drive to Jeongin’s apartment is comfortable, for you at least. He squirms in his seat every time you glance at him. You smile calmly as he nervously gives you directions. Eventually, you grab his hand and give him a comforting squeeze. He lets out a shuddery breath and drags his fingers through his hair as you pull up to his apartment.

“Are you okay?”

“Y-Yeah…”

“Nervous?”

He nods and smiles sheepishly.

“Sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry. What’s up? What are you nervous about?”

He laughs, a shy and whimpering little sound.

“I don’t usually do stuff like this.”

“That’s okay. If you want to stop just tell me, okay?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m serious. I’ll give you a lift back to the bar to get your car or anything, no pressure. Is there anything else that’s bugging you?”

“Um, I guess… I just feel… bad.”

“Bad?”

“Guilty.”

You laugh.

“Guilty for leaving Hyunjin and Felix? They ditched us first.” 

“N-No…” 

You tilt your head.

“What is it?”

“Jin and Lix… know that I sort of like you and I think… they left us together on purpose.”

He stares at you with an apologetic frown as you take in the information.

“So?”

“I feel like… you were forced to come home with me.”

“I.N. Honey. You think you made me go home with you? You made me drive us to your apartment, in my car, and you think you’re forcing me to spend the night with you?”

“Well, when you put it that way…”

You laugh and rub your thumb over the back of his hand in gentle circles.

“I want to be here, I promise. I wouldn’t have suggested it if I wasn’t sure.”

“But, maybe if they didn’t leave…”

“No buts. I’m here and I want to be here. Are you going to invite me in, or are we just going to stay in the car.”

“Um, let’s go in.”

You giggle and release his hand so you can both exit the car. He walks around to your side with his hands in his pockets and watches you lock the car. You smirk and loop your arm in his, then rest your head on his shoulder as he leads you to the door. His hand trembles as he slides the key in and unlocks the door. You perch your chin on his shoulder and whisper in his ear.

“Am I making you nervous? Want me to back off a little?”

“N-No, you’re fine…”

“You’re sure?”

He nods and manages to open the door despite his anxiety. You follow him inside and stay attached to his side as you both kick off your shoes. He flicks on the light and looks at you with a small smile.

“So…”

“So,” You tease, “Wanna sit down?”

He nods then stares for a moment before making a disgruntled sound and leading you into his apartment. You smile at his awkwardness and watch him fondly as he leads you to his living room. You take a seat together, still attached to his arm as he gets comfortable. You fold your legs and hook your ankle around his calf, lightly rubbing it there as you gaze at him.

“So.”

“So,” He whispers back, “Um.”

You both laugh. You run your hand up over his shoulder and play with the collar of his shirt.

“Do you want to tell me more about how you sort of like me?”

“Ah, yeah…”

“Or maybe how you think I’m sexy?”

He chuckles and rests his hand on your hip, pulling you a little further onto his lap. His touch is apprehensive, experimental as he slides his hand up to your side.

“Yeah, I… like you more than just sort of.”

“Yeah?”

“But just a little, you know it’s not like a crush or anything.”

He rolls his eyes playfully and watches you carefully as you read his tone.

“Mhm, no, that would be embarrassing.”

“Oh, yeah, so embarrassing. Definitely not me, I’m not that guy. That guy gets nervous about taking girls home too, and that’s definitely not me.”

“Ooh, wouldn’t want to be hanging out with that guy.”

“Yeah, he’s such a loser. I’m really cool.”

You slap his chest and snicker.

“You’re so cute”.

“Yeah, no, I lied. Unfortunately I am that guy.”

“That’s okay. I really like that guy.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Even if he’s nervous and a little bit of a dork. He’s really sweet, respectful, and sometimes kind of charming.”

“Ah, I’m charming?”

You bite your lip.

“Maybe.”

You stare at each other for a beat, lips parting to share bated breaths.

“Can I kiss you?” He murmurs.

Your lips are crashing into his less than a second later, swallowing up the lovely moan your action startles out of him. He meets you eagerly and slowly tightens his grip on you. You part for a moment and kiss the corner of his mouth as he glances aside. He quickly returns his lips to yours, making you forget any questions you had, and licks tentatively into your quivering mouth. You accept the intrusion and moan brokenly as he slowly swipes his tongue against yours. 

You cup his face in your hands and angle him so you can kiss him deeper. One of his hands slides down to squeeze your thigh, earning him a delighted giggle, while the other slides up into your hair. You part for a moment, gazing intently as you gasp in heated air.

“I think, um,” He groans as you kiss him again and sucks lightly on your lip before pulling away, “I think my phone is ringing.”

“Oh yeah?” You moan like he just uttered the hottest words you have ever heard.

You kiss lightly at his jaw as he lifts his hips to pull his phone out of his back pocket. Your leg slips between his thighs and brushes against his crotch, causing him to curse softly. He checks his phone screen then sighs as you begin sucking at a sensitive spot on his neck.

“It’s Felix. Should I answer?”

“No.”

You laugh at how easily he drops his phone, letting it slip off the couch and to the floor with a thud. Felix’s call goes unanswered as he resumes kissing you, then draws back with half-lidded eyes.

“Do you think he’s okay?”

“He’s got Hyunjin,” You assure.

“Should we call him back?”

“Do you want to, or do you want to keep going?”

He swallows.

“Keep going.”

Jeongin gasps when you pull your dress off and move to straddle his hips. He lets out a whining moan as you settle into his lap and wrap your arms around his neck. His hands squeeze your thighs then spasm when you give a teasing swirl of your hips. He makes a choked noise and throws his head back.

“Th-That’s- fuck- so good.”

You moan lowly then hum as you give another deliberate roll. His fingers clutch you, hard, and he makes you still in his lap.

“Y-You’re not fair…”

You laugh wickedly. His cheeks are flushed, his glasses are askew, and his lips are swollen. He cries out softly and nestles his face in your chest when you try to move again.

“Mhm… Don’t do that…”

“You want me to stop? I thought it felt good?”

“So good, fuck. I-I’m not gonna last.”

“Really, that quickly? You must like me a lot.”

He nods and moans an affirmation.

“So much…”

“Enough to cum in your pants?”

He sobs.

“Not yet, please.”

You look over your shoulder as his phone continues to vibrate on the floor. Hyunjin is calling now. You look back at him as he watches you with a pleading expression. You pluck his glasses off his face and twirl them between your fingers as you whisper:

“I want to ride you. Do you have a condom?”

“I- fuck- please, yes.”

You laugh as he hides his face in your neck.

“Eager, baby?”

“M’sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’ll give you a break, there’s no blood flow to your brain right now.”

He laughs dryly.

“Yeah, shit.”

You set his glasses on the nearest table then stand up and rest your hands on your hips as you watch him dumbly collect himself. He eventually rises as well and lets you guide his shirt over his head. You rake your fingers over his sides and reward him with another kiss as his hips press to yours. His hands rest on your back and he pulls you closer.

“Condom?” You remind him patiently.

“Mhm, wait, can we,” He mouths messily at your neck, “Can I eat you out?”

Your brain short circuits for a second before you nod. He falls to his knees and kisses your stomach, causing you to laugh in surprise. He guides you to sit on the couch and follows you, moving down and slipping off your panties in a swift motion. You gasp and throw your head back as he hikes your thighs over his shoulders and laps gently at your heat. Your toes curl as he dips his tongue between your folds, then he makes eye contact as he drags it up to your clit. You moan unabashedly as he dives in again to eat you up.

His belt clinks as he unfastens it, taking his time to do so as he focuses on working his tongue against your core. The dull ache between your legs continues to throb as admiration sparks in your chest. His eyes are shut and his eyebrows are gently furrowed when he presses his lips against your clit. You make a desperate sound as he litters kisses up and into the junction of your hip. He looks up again, wide-eyed and waiting for the next reaction.

“J-Jeongin, come on…”

He smirks as your thighs tremble.

“Really, that quickly? You must like me a lot.”

You laugh breathlessly.

“You fucker.”

“Were you really going to cum for me? You just needed a couple more kisses and that’s it?”

You bite your lip and glare at the ceiling in frustration.

“You’re… Just fucking do something…”

He chuckles and you drop your head to see him sucking two of his fingers into his mouth. He winks as he draws them from his lips then slips them against your hole. You whimper when he chooses to stroke them over your folds instead of delving inside. His thumb joins to circle your clit, and only then do his fingers penetrate you. You moan and let your legs fall open as he begins a steady rhythm. 

“Good girl… Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

You keen at the praise and groan as he begins scissoring you open. One of his hands comes to rest on your thigh, holding it down as your legs tense and your hips buck. Your hand catches his wrist and he looks at you, surprised.

“Want me to stop?”

“Yes,” You pant, “But only because I want to get off with you.”

“Oh, ah, uh.”

You howl in laughter as Jeongin draws his hands away to bury his face in them. His ears burn red as you poke his side with your foot.

“Honeyy, don’t be shyyy. Don’t you want to fuck me?”

He drops his hands and clears his throat, then nods cutely. You raise your eyebrows and watch him expectantly as he smiles at you.

“Oh, right. Condom. Wait here.”

You laugh again as he runs off. You take the opportunity to remove your bra and toss it at him as he jogs back into the room. He catches it only to fling it over his shoulder as he comes back to the couch with purpose. You maneuver yourself to lay across the couch and rest your arms above your head. He pauses, taking in the sight of you, before placing one knee between your legs and leaning over you.

“Are you comfortable, baby?”

You smile as he places a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Yes.”

You help him tug his jeans and underwear down, then caress his face as he meets you for a tender kiss. You trade a few pecks and smile against each other’s lips as he kicks his bottoms off and sinks on top of you. You hum happily as your noses brush and you let him slip the condom into your grasp. He rises a bit to look down at you with a soft smile.

“You want me, baby?” You purr.

“Hah, you have no idea.”

“Come here.”

He hums when your lips meet again. The kisses are lazy and gradually work up to longer, more fervent motions as you open the condom and slip it over his length. You stroke him slowly and flick your tongue into his mouth as you guide him closer. He pulls your thighs over his hips and sighs into your mouth as you affectionately pet his side.

“Ready?”

“Mh-hm.”

He rests his forehead against yours and exhales shakily as he thrusts into you. You giggle dazedly and moan while he peppers kisses over your face and begins moving his hips. He groans and tucks his face into your neck as your legs draw him closer. He braces himself over you, leaning his forearm above your head and gripping the couch with his other hand for more leverage. You gasp as his pace quickens and he begins to rock in deeper.

“Feel good?”

“Yeah, yes,” You whimper, “Jeongin…”

“You’re so gorgeous. Oh my God, baby, so gorgeous.”

You run your fingers through his hair and muffle your moans when you press a kiss to his temple. You drag your nails over his scalp and blow gently on his ear. He shudders and looks up to face you.

“Let me on top.”

“Fuck yeah.”

You roll him over and giggle when he folds his arms behind his head.

“Comfy?”

“Just enjoying the view.”

“Shut up.”

You kiss him and roll your hips, smirking against his lips when he moans desperately. He moves his arms around your waist and sits up, then moves one of his hands behind him for purchase as he thrusts his hips up to meet yours. You throw your head back and grip his shoulders as you bounce in his lap. He pulls you closer to latch onto your neck and sucks a hickey there as you find your rhythm. He whines as his hips stutter beneath you.

“Close?”

“Yeah,” He grunts.

“Me too.”

He peppers kisses over your shoulder then slides his hand between you. You moan louder as he thumbs steadily at your clit, winding the tension in your core even tighter. Your movements become more erratic, your lips barely meet when you turn to kiss each other. He grins and nuzzles your cheek as you clench around him. You moan breathlessly and let your eyes flutter shut as your orgasm hits you. 

You keep riding Jeongin even after he gasps and stills beneath you. He cries out softly when you twist in his lap, and you kiss his cheek as he whimpers from the overstimulation.

“You good, baby?”

“Mhm,” He nods and nips at your jawline, “I’m so good. Thank you.”

You giggle and capture his chin gently to turn him to face you.

“You’re thanking me for having sex with you?”

“I-I mean,” He laughs nervously, “Maybe?”

“Mhm, as long as we’re on the same page. Thank you, baby.”

“Hah, no problem…”

You both erupt into giggles as you follow him to lie down on the couch. You tuck yourself into his side and sigh happily as his arm wraps around you. He rubs your bicep with his thumb and kisses the top of your head. His other hand slides up and down your back in doting strokes, soothing you to sleep.

You think you could fall asleep in his arms, lulled by the way his chest rises and falls, and you almost do until you notice a droning hum in the room.

“Is your phone still ringing?”

“Ah, shit.”

He leans off the couch just enough to swipe his phone off the floor. He squints at the screen and you turn it to face you.

“It’s Felix.”

He answers the call and puts it on speakerphone.

“Hello?”

“I.N,” Hyunjin spits through the line, “Why the Hell are you ignoring my calls?”

You slap your hand over your mouth to stifle your laughter.

“Uhhhhhhhhhh, busy.”

“What could you possibly be busy doing?”

Jeongin glances at you and your eyebrows perk up suggestively. He grins.

“I dunno.”

“Where’s y/n?” Felix says next, his tone concerned.

“I’m here,” You pipe up.

“Where are you guys? You left us alone in a weird place!” Hyunjin cries, sounding exponentially drunker than when you left him.

“You’re with Felix,” You chastise.

“Oh my God, you know it’s not the same!”

“We’re sorry,” Jeongin hastily replies, “We just needed a second alone. To talk.”

Felix gasps.

“Wait, did you guys talk about your feelings?”

“Something like that,” You muse as you regard the clothes scattered around the room.

“Oh my gosh, is it- are you together now?”

You both grin at Felix’s sappy tone and you nod at Jeongin gently.

“Yeah, um, basically yeah,” Jeongin answers.

“I’m so happy for you guys! Congratulations, I knew it would work out!”

“Pick us up!” Hyunjin cries, “Now! Pick us up! Pick us up!”

“Okay,” You snap, “Hold tight, we’ll be right back.”

“Thank you! I love you guys!” Felix coos.

“We love you too,” Jeongin answers, “Bye.”

“Byyye!”

You scramble up from the couch and brush your fingers through your tousled hair.

“What do we do?” Jeongin asks.

“Try not to look like we just had sex.”

Felix’s voice startles you both to freeze in place.

“Uh, guys, you’re still on the line.”

“Oh my gawwwd,” Hyunjin shrieks, “You ditched us to have sex? You’re terrible friends!”

Jeongin clenches his teeth in a stressed smile as you erupt into embarrassed laughter.

“Okay, love you bye!” He finally says.

“I.N!” Hyunjin whines before the call ends.

“Oops,” You mumble.

“Oops,” He agrees.

You collapse on top of him and share a giggly kiss as you work up the courage, together, to answer the inevitable questions from your drunk friends.

#stray kids fanfic #stray kids x reader #stray kids x y/n #stray kids x you #skz smut #skz x reader #skz x y/n #skz x you #i.n x reader #i.n x you #i.n x y/n #jeongin x reader #jeongin x y/n #jeongin x you #background hyunlix #skz reader insert

[27dragons]

New Year Countdown: Dec 31

This Ineffable Husbands ficlet is brought to you by a kids' new years party I took Thing1 to back when they were about 5 years old at the Virginia Living Museum. It was a great concept - they did the "midnight" countdown at noon and there were animals the kids could interact with! But it was, I'm pretty sure, the single loudest event I've ever attended.

Dec 31 - Ineffable Husbands - Single Parents AU - Countdown

The noise was incredible.

Axiraphale had known it would be, and yet all the knowing in the world had done not a thing to actually prepare him for the cacophony of a New Year’s Eve party for several hundred children under the age of eight.

Muriel, bless them, didn’t seem to notice. They turned in a slow circle, taking it all in, and then looked up at Aziraphale in confusion. “You said we were going to the science museum.”

“This is the science museum, Muriel. And it’s also…” Aziraphale drew it out a little, hoping to increase his child’s anticipation and enthusiasm. “…a party! A New Year’s party! With a big count-down and everything!”

“I’m not allowed to stay up that late,” Muriel informed him, as if he were not the one who had set their bedtime in the first place.

“No,” he agreed. “This is a special count-down, early, so that people who need to go to bed before midnight can enjoy it.”

“Oh, all right,” Muriel agreed with their trademark acceptance of everything. They turned in another circle. “Is there a count-down every year?”

“I believe so, yes. Why don’t we go look at the space and stars exhibit?”

Muriel let him lead them through the press of yelling children, but continued, “Why don’t we ever count up?”

Aziraphale paused, momentarily stymied, when a child crossing their path stopped and said, “The count-up happened before the universe was made. Now we can only count down until the end of time.”

Muriel’s eyes went big and round. “Really?”

“Yes,” the girl said, nodding importantly. “I read it in my book, and it’s a very good book that tells all about the past and the present and the future. It has everything in it.”

“Oh, I like books!” Muriel enthused. “Do you have it with you? Can I see it?”

“Well,” the child started, and then a man ran up to them, panting and out of breath. “Anathema!” he scolded. “What’ve I said about running off without me?” He caught her hand and gave Aziraphale an appraising look. “You’re an angel for getting her to stop long enough for me to catch up,” he added. “Anything might’ve happened!”

“Oh, I would certainly never have allowed anything harmful to occur,” Aziraphale assured the frazzled man. “And it’s so nice that they’ve both found a new friend!”

Anathema turned to look back at Muriel, head cocked. “Are we friends?” she wondered.

“Oh, I hope so!” Muriel enthused. “I’ve never had a friend before! You must tell me how we go about it!”

Anathema nodded as if this were perfectly normal. “If we’re friends, then I suppose you may look at my book.” She began rummaging in the satchel that was slung over her narrow shoulders.

Aziraphale offered a hand to the other — he assumed — father. “I am Aziraphale, and this is Muriel.”

��Crowley,” Anathema’s father introduced himself. His hand was very warm in Aziraphale’s, and his eyes sparkled behind his sunglasses in a way Aziraphale hadn’t seen for some years. “I’m glad to make your acquaintance, angel.”

#my writing #countdown to 2024 #ineffable husbands #single parent au #pique queue

[mushiemadarame]

↳ watch & rewatch drama list

@khaotunq tagged me, my sweet sweet bestie 💖

currently (actively) watching

609 Bedtime Story - technically on pause until I manage to find both final episodes. I was impressed at first and then it kind of lost me as it went on but I gotta know how it ends.

A Boss and A Babe - I hate this show's title but I love how surprising the second episode was for me. Wasn't super excited about it at first because most of the shows I've given up on halfway were by the same director but after episode two, I'm cautiously optimistic.

A Man Who Defies The World of BL - enjoying it a lot more than I thought I would! It's not my favourite, but I'm very curious about how it'll end now.

All The Liquors - Korea?!?! What is happening!!! I love how different this is so far, can't wait to see where it goes.

Bed Friend - this one came out of left field. I was NOT expecting it to go the places it's been going but I am not complaining, holy shit!

Chains of Heart - I understand nothing, I never know what's going on, I absolutely love it. I want it to stick the landing so bad.

Jack o'Frost - I love amnesia storylines, what can I say. Also it's intriguing so far.

Love Syndrome - Jesus Christ. Jesus Fucking Christ. I love garbage.

Midnight Museum - been LOOOOVING the early 2000s supernatural teen show vibes. Gun Atthaphan is always a win as far as I'm concerned and I'm doubly here for the queer vibes.

Once Again - also technically on pause. I took a break halfway 'cause I found out it doesn't have a super happy ending. Will finish it eventually.

Our Dating Sim - AAAAAHH!!!! just AAAAAAAAAAAAAHH! South Korean BLs have burned me so often right at the end, but I wanna believe in this one 'cause the mutual thing going on with neither (or more likely just one) of them not knowing has captivated me.

Past-Senger - too early to comment on quality, but I do love the premise! Let's hope it doesn't crash and burn.

The End of The World With You - why do I keep getting surprised by Japan putting out banger after banger is a mystery. I've been bracing for the emotional devastation of the finale for like five episodes. Can't wait to sob!

The Promise - this show inspires so much faith in me. I wanna believe in it, I wanna give it a million chances, and it hasn't disappointed me this far even though it hasn't been special either.

Tin Tem Jai - I don't want to be rude about it but this is bad. I don't know why I'm still watching.

As you can see, I'm watching an embarrassing amount of BLs at any given time.

rewatching

Love Mechanics

Not Me

Theory of Love

I don't really do rewatches but these three I'm always kind of in the middle of rewatching. And also,

KinnPorsche - I started a rewatch recently and I'm very very slowly working through it.

looking forward to

A Shoulder to Cry On - I saved this ages ago, I don't remember why but I'm excited all the same!

Cherry Magic (Thai version) - the one TayNew show I've seen I hated but somehow I'm unbelievably attached to them so this is exciting to me. Plus, I actually think Thailand could elevate this story which, for me, as far as the show is concerned, wasn't great.

Cooking Crush - I cried when they announced this 'cause I thought I'd missed my window to watch a new OffGun show as it aired. OFFGUN! OFFGUN! OFFGUN!

Last Twilight - I thought Vice Versa was a waste of the JimmySea chemistry, but I wanna believe in this one.

Laws of Attraction - I couldn't get through TSWL because it was too soap opera-y for me, but I heard wonderful things and this immediately caught my eye when I saw JamFilm would be working together again!

Middleman's Love - I was infinitely more excited when it was a Mii2 show but Yim has impressed me so much so far in Bed Friend that I'm looking forward to it again!

Only Friends - do I even need to say anything?? I think this is my most anticipated one this year, yes probably even more than Wuju Bakery.

Our Dining Table - I loved the manga this is adapted from so I'm excited.

Transplant - I believe this will come out eventually. I will believe it 'till my dying day.

Why R U - I loved the Thai version so I'm really curious about what Korea will do with it!

Wuju Bakery - the premise is so ridiculous to me but JeffCode so grhgarhagraghrahgarhgraghgrahgrah

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#tag meme #the blogger #friends tag

[dangaer]

REPOST & LIST 6 SONGS THAT INSPIRE YOU TO WRITE YOUR MUSE(S) .

SHIN.

brutal - olivia rodrigo.

i feel like no one wants me / and i hate the way i'm perceived / i only have two real friends / and lately, i'm a nervous wreck / 'cause i love people i don't like / and i hate every song i write / and i'm not cool and i'm not smart / and i can't even parallel park / all i did was try my best / this the kind of thanks i get? / unrelentlessly upset (ah, ah, ah) / they say these are the golden years / but i wish i could disappear / ego crush is so severe / god, it's brutal out here.

posthumous forgiveness - tame impala.

you didn't know that i suffered / what a thing to discover / if there was time to recover / one-on-one with each other / just a boy and a father / what i'd give for another / everything that i have / wouldn't need this for long / never speak of the time / that you left us alone / me and [steve] on our own / (this time) i wanna say, "it's all right" / (i know) you're just a man after all / and i know you had demons / i got some of my own / i think you passed them along / wanna tell you 'bout the time / wanna tell you 'bout my life / wanna play you all my songs / and hear your voice sing along.

did it to myself - orla gartland.

i woke up to empty bed / i took a walk to clear my head / i wished you were there instead / but then i shook it off / what the hell did i used to do / i'm even starting to speak like you / and now you're living in my memory / living in my mouth / living in the four fucking walls of my house / i feel like a let down to not be your friend now / i feel like a let down and now you're gone, gone, gone / i know I did it to myself (x3) / i know i / i know i did it to myself (x3) / i know i-

dna - lia marie johnson.

dark as midnight / six pack coors light / you don't look the same / past my bedtime / blue and red lights / come take you away / hate to see you like a monster / so i run and hide / hate to ask, but what's it like to leave me behind? / i won't be, no, i won't be like you / fighting back, i'm fighting back the truth / eyes like yours can look away / but you can't stop dna / no, you can't stop dna / are the pieces of you / in the pieces of me? / i'm just so scared / you're who i'll be / when i erupt / just like you do / they look at me / like i look at you.

i always thought i would be okay - hotel books.

when i finally feel at peace and make sense of all these things / it's in that moment that i miss everybody who ever loved me / and this pain may not be escaping, and i may still be hurting / but that's okay, because at least i'm living / and i can see that someday it will be ending / even if it's not today, i know i'll be set free / so forgive me, i'm usually much more encouraging / but until then, just promise me you won't leave / 'cause my heart may feel empty / but every time i tell myself I'm alone / i know that i'm just lyin / 'cause even though my heart feels empty / the walls hold photos of beautiful memories.

you're not there - lukas graham.

i only got you in my stories / and you know i tell them right / remember you and i, when i'm awake at night / so give it up for fallen glory / i never got to say goodbye / i wish i could ask for just a bit more time / every step i take, you used to lead the way / now I'm terrified to face it on my own time can heal your wounds if / you're strong and standing tall / i've been doing all of that, it didn't help at all / they say you'll grow older, and it'll get better still / yes, I will, but no it won't / they don't get it / 'cause you're not there / to celebrate the man that you made / you're not there / to share in my my success and mistakes / is it fair? / you'll never know the person i'll be / you're not there / with me.

SHU.

burned - grace vanderwaal.

you tell me that i'm crazy / doing this alone / you don't need to save me / oh, how i've grown / i am capable of everything you can see / but now i want to change / you didn't blow out the candles / oh, little boy, you'll never learn / you don't play with fire / but you're already burned / you're already burned / blow out the candles / oh, little boy, you'll never learn / you don't play with fire / but you're already burned / you're already burned.

cold skin - to kill a king.

(place your head on my own) i stare at you, waiting for these damn bombs to fall / (place your head on my own) we're waste with love, like our parents did years before / (place your head on my own) you look strange to me, glowing with our life's certain end / (place your head on my own) we're silent now, save the warning of the radio / they know, we know / we're not kidding anyone except ourselves / stop this world for five minutes / what kind of chances do we give ourselves?

self fulfilling prophecy - maria mena.

self hatred grows in me like cancer / i can't locate its whereabouts but it's feasting on its host. / i expected him to have the answers. / i thought i taught him how to love me now / he fears me like a ghost. / self-fulfilling prophecy / you never fail to comfort me / in this town, filled with / violent mothers / cheating fathers / leaving lovers / angry brothers / starving daughters / starving daughters / worried lovers / i swear to you, i'll never trust again.

wine red - the hush sound.

who shot that arrow in your throat? / who missed the crimson apple? / it hung heavy on the tree above your head / this chaos, this calamity / this garden once was perfect / give your immortality to me / i'll set you up against the stars / we lied, we can't go on / this is the time and this is the place to be alive / the sea is wine red / this is the death of beauty / the doves have died / the lovers have lied.

amsterdam - imagine dragons.

i'm sorry, brother i'm sorry, i let cha down / well, these days you're fine / no these days you tend to lie / you'll take the West train, just by the side of amsterdam / just by your left brain, just by the side of the tin man / but the rain won't fall for the both of us / the sun won't shine on the both of us / believe me when i say, that i wouldn't have it any other way / your time will come if you wait for it, if you wait for it / it's hard, believe me I've tried / but i won't wait much longer 'cause these walls they're crashing down / and i won't wait much longer 'cause these walls they're crashing down / and i keep coming up short.

cringe - matt maeson.

lover come over / look what i've done / i've been alone so long, i feel like i'm on the run / lover come over, kick up the dust / i've got a secret starting to rust / she said I'm looking like a bad man, smooth criminal / she said my spirit doesn't move like it did before / she said that i don't look like me no more, no more / i said i'm just tired / and i said i saw you in the water / (do i make you cringe?)

tagged by: @redemptioninterlude (thank you Z I LOVE THIS STYLE OF MEME SO MUCH ... )

tagging: anyone who has a vowel in their url <3

#❛ 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ⧽ — ooc. #headcanon tag / #long post / #honestly quickest ive done a meme in years im so apologetic-- FHDSDGHSJ BUT HONESTLY ITS EXCITING. #theres a lot of explanation for both but for now i shall leave you with this. #these ARE HALF GENERATED / HALF MY FAVE #out of both of their playlists!! #i originally had ayato added but i wanted to save him for another music based meme i have in my drafts. #please let m know if they need any tags!! #anything i felt too triggering i kept to not adding but if there is something just lmk! #after this meme ... i think i might start tagging some mutuals bc i think that could be fun!!

[kedreeva]

Your bread looks amazing amd ive got no idea what the fuck youre talking about with the episode but im so excited to find out

Cant believe episode 2s also done goddamn now the big question is do i behave like a normal decent human being and not a fucking maniac and shut down my laptop and go get some dinner in me since its past midnight and i should probably do that and maybe yk attempt to go to bed before the clock reaches 4am (this options just here as filler sincer its impossible for it to ever be put into fucking practice because i have never once in my life behaved like a person with a decently functioning brain) OR do i _vouch_ in vain to go to sleep after the next episode and hopefully before the clock reaches 5am or do i just say fuck it and grab myself some more caffeine and pull a good old all nighter and finish the whole season in one go

Knowing me its prolly gonna be the last one no matter what i "choose" but let it be Recorded that i have made an attempt at making the decent decision before saying fuck it

In order to make my behaviour not seem as unhinged as it is i will even go take a piss and grab a quick something to eat before coming back to my descent into further insanity

Thank you, it's my mom's recipe so it's baked with childhood memories.

yes you should get some dinner!!! And sleep!!! I have to go pack up my car for tomorrow, so I will have to leave soon, and MY bedtime is soon, and I need to do some writing!

Jonathan and Steve are doing their best, but they are going through it man. They're just going through it. They're having issues. maybe they should make out about it. just a thought. a suggestion.

Poor Joyce. She's also doing her best and she's the only one who's Right.

RIP Barb :( RIP Nancy's shot at having a normal fucking life, ever again. She let her guard down, acted like a normal teenager for a night, like a popular kid for 1 night, let loose for ONE NIGHT and her best friend got eaten by a monster :(((( She is going to be so laser focused on making sure she never loses anyone else ever again.

#stranger things #st live #asks #anon asks #Anon (Delightful)

[tales-from-nocturnaliss]

30 Days of Autism Acceptance 2023 - Day 13

If you wanna participate, check out @birdofmay's blog or click through this link!

13 April: How important are routines to you? Are your routines more based on time ("I always do this at 6pm!"), on habits ("I always drink from this cup!") or both?

So, with likely being AuDHD, routines can sometimes be more of a bother to me than something to hang onto. I can fairly easily rewire routines if needed. However, my morning routine is absolutely sacred and a vital requirement to starting the day. And it is:

get up whenever my brain pings that the get-up function is available

go down to have a shower (and let a cat or two in if needed, minor deviation since cats are love

have said shower without rushing (the 'without rushing' part having become absolutely vital)

get myself a cup of tea usually, sometimes coffee (I try to have a weekly routine about it because coffee IS bad for me but so delicious)

sit down at my PC and usually start up Discord and other places where I may have recived messages (helps my thinking processes start up (today, yes, this post is part of it))

This is about the only routine I have that I stick to. I have pretty bad time anxieties (alleviated though with ginkgo and ginseng), and usually doing things at a set time actually stresses me out because of the feeling of being entrapped (there might be a trauma there, I'll admit). However, starting dinner at 6pm has become a habit as well, not always strict, but I do like to eat around 7 at the latest because that's best time to digest for me. And I try to have a bedtime routine that gets me to bed at half past midnight, but what exactly I do will vary. I try to keep myself to no-more-screens at 11.30 and spend an hour reading (to rest my eyes really)

... that got longer than needed.

In short: some routines are very important to me, but on the whole I function more on a whim. There seems to always be an element of surprise/change in what I do (for example, despite my morning routine being the same, I will change up tea (got four different green teas!), or conditioner (got three different)). This is exactly why I feel that the ADHD part of my brain was overlooked.

#30daysofautismacceptance #2023 #actually autistic #likely AuDHD

[jessicas-pi]

okay, you guys, it's like 1:45 AM and I'm never gonna get any sleep with the sore throat I've got right now, so who wants to hear about the legend of Midnight Jim?

I don't know how many kids actually believed they had a monster under their bed. I didn't. I had a loft bed. There were bookshelves and a red leather beanbag chair that leaked staticky foam pellets under my bed, and as a result there was also frequently a me under my bed when I wanted to read past my bedtime.

I did not believe in monsters. Although, that scene at the beginning of Monsters, Inc. where the red eyes appear under the kid's bed always freaked me out and I had to skip it.

I was also afraid of the child catcher in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, the Rodents of Unusual Size, Ewoks, the vacuum cleaner (but only sometimes,) and Gorignak.

I was a nervous child.

Deeply nervous.

So when I say I do not believe in monsters, I don't mean that I didn't have monsters. I had a lot of monsters. I just didn't believe in them.

I imagined faces in dark windows and shambling shapes and long grasping arms and cold fingers that brushed my ankles as I went up the stairs and creepy voices that made heavy breathing sounds. All of this followed me everywhere in the dark, and I do mean everywhere. If I was in the dark, there was a Something behind me.

Of course, I didn't believe in it.

I knew it wasn't real.

But it was there.

(My sister Emily took this a step further as a child and produced lovely, nightmarish illustrations of her monsters—at least, I assume they were her monsters—in full color. Then she named them and sometimes wrote information down about their species.)

(We were raised on Planet Earth documentaries instead of... whatever other kids watched. Barney. Or Elmo. I'm not saying that those don't have some value, but you get A Different Kid when you feed their brain with David Attenborough's narration of the ceaseless marching-onwards of life and death in the natural world.)

Where was I?

Ah, right. Yes.

Midnight Jim.

Something else relevant to this story is that I am a terrible sleeper. Not chronic insomnia, but chronic something. I have to imagine stories for a good half hour before I can even start to slip off, and it was only so much worse as a kid.

I needed it to be dark to sleep.

But if my brain was not filled up with thoughts, EVERY SECOND, then... of course...

Monsters.

I also had to get up a lot in the night. One midnight snack and at least two bathroom trips every night were a necessity. Which was only more opportunity for the Not Real Monsters to follow me around and scare my pants off.

Eventually, I realized this Had To End. But how? It wasn't like I could just make the monsters go away, I knew they weren't there at all! And mentally transforming Kissy Cat into a monster-devouring feline kaiju didn't help much, mostly because we did not own Kissy Cat yet. Instead we had a sweet little mouse named Petunia, and her evil demon mouse sister named Sweetie.

Mice do not fight monsters.

After hours upon hours of endless nightly agonizing, I finally hit upon my solution.

I would make my own monster.

First up, it needed a name. What was named was known, and what was known was not feared.

Tempting as it would be to call it Steve after the hedge from Over the Hedge, I was not as clever then as I am now, so I decided to call it Midnight Jim.

(Coincidentally, Jim was the name of our neighbor who would mow his lawn at midnight and would wax our car for us if we bought him a pack of beer.)

Then I dreamed up what is, in my own humble opinion, the best monster to ever exist.

Midnight Jim looks just like a monarch butterfly, except he secretly eats your hair when you don't look. He says "Raargh." Like, says it. Try and say "raargh" in a flat, squeaky, little-kid voice, and you will see what Midnight Jim sounded like.

And then there was nothing for my brain to autofill to make Midnight Jim scary. "ooh he's a creepy—" nope he's a butterfly. "he eats your—" hair? yeah so what it grows back. "he makes a creepy sound like—" raargh. he says raargh. No creepy noises, only raargh.

I couldn't get rid of my monsters but by george I could replace them, and so I did.

Whenever a Monster would start to follow me around I just replaced it with Midnight Jim. And it worked. It worked!

In fact, it worked so well that I never actually had to work on getting rid of that overactive imagination of mine, so I still need Midnight Jim to follow me around sometimes when The Monsters come back.

Long live Midnight Jim, I guess.

#the ongoing shenanigans of my family #wow what did i just write out #congratulations if you read this you're in for a ride #why am i even posting this? idk. but im gonna.

[onlinealiasnu]

music in narnia - pt.1

there’s a special place in my heart—a place that none will ever match up to, no matter how extravagant or extraordinary or magnificent or, well, you get the deal. and i’m sure it’s not just me with this same yearning feeling for a place that’s so mundane yet so tender in memory. this place isn’t just a static one; it’s like narnia—if you get the reference. it’s the feeling that encapsulates all the magic in the air and the snow under your feet. narnia is that feeling, not the closet from where it came from.

it’s just that. not the belt parkway—the physical place of origin—but the feeling of spending summer nights in a car under bright lights speeding away in an old honda civic. it was this feeling—windows rolled down, 99.1 fm turned all the way up on the radio, and the cutting humid breeze slapping the sides of my face—that made up my “special place.”

i don’t exactly remember how my family got in this tradition. well, to take a step back, this was barely tradition, as i rarely spent time with both my parents in the same room due to the nature of their work. so riding in my dad’s car became a tradition within my head, a special place where i was surrounded by my entire family and was in the company of a lulling state of mind where nothing else mattered.

my dad would announce for us kids to keep the house out of trouble, as he packed up his things and slipped on his running shoes. almost always, my sister and i perked up, eyes glistening and legs excitedly skipping, and all that nonsense. we knew the implication of our dad leaving at exactly 10 p.m. on monday nights. this meant our mom was finally done with work and he was heading out to pick her up, all the way from one borough to the edge of another. 

noticing our excitement, he would ask us who wanted to tag along in his adventure and my sister and i never hesitated to say yes at the prospect of us staying awake past our bedtime. throwing on thin sweaters and our nike sneakers, we rushed out of the house to claim our seats in the car. like always, i sat on the right side in the backseat, a spot i’d proclaimed to myself and only myself after one day of revelation. we would forget to put on our seatbelts, to which our dad would lightly scold us for. we would try to peek our heads out the window as he pulled out the driveway and began driving towards the freeway. my sister would go on and on and on talking about anything and everything her mind came across (which happened to be everything in the whole world apparently from the sheer amount she would talk). my hands would trace the impurities and stains across the window as my cheek rested against the cold pane of glass. i would grip the two handlebars of the front seat’s headrest, pulling myself closer to the front and peering through the gap between the headrest and seat to admire the sea of red taillights staining my view. then, it would start raining and we would quickly roll the windows back up, still managing to get splashes of rainwater on our faces. we would ask our dad to turn the radio up on songs we hollered our voices out to, songs that we knew and loved by our hearts. as the rain pattered against the windows, songs like maroon 5’s “sugar” blasted against the drum of the water.

still, the real fun didn’t begin until our drive back home, after agonizing minutes of waiting for her to wrap up and join us in the car. she would tell us she was done, but that soon turned into almost done and another five minutes and then another twenty minutes. we would groan and complain until she actually finished cleaning up and closing up shop then complain about our hunger when she got in the car with us. on those nights, when we left for home close to midnight and the only places open were the gas stations and shady motels, we opted to buy a huge bucket of popeyes fried chicken home to satiate our hunger. pulling out of the drive through, my sister and i could barely repress the growls of our stomachs and were forced to keep our hands away from the food so we could wait till home to eat.

here, marked the most important turns of our drive. from my mom’s workplace to our house was a 45 minute stretch of driving that was filled with endless singing, bickering between my sister and i, and our parents grunts of exhaustion waiting for our energy to wear out. we hollered to “mirrors” by justin timberlake and solemnly sung along to “sparks” by coldplay. we clutched our chests and sung low to ed sheeran’s “thinking out loud” while dancing along to any bruno mars song that came on. it was this moment that was euphoric: karaoking along to the songs on the radio as we raced past the pier on the freeway, going 65 mph and feeling as though time would never stop.

#music #music blog #spotify

[astrobunny7867]

Part 2 as asked

"How is it so easy to convince you Lilica? Were literal criminals! My whole life is over!" Said Kyra dramatically.

"You are a criminal! How dare you mention my crush! I will exterminate you!" Said Rufta, her hair glowing red as they started to burn. She realised her hair were on the brink of combustion, so she calmed down at once, hair hair suddenly turning into ice.

"Don't look at me like that..." she said, looking at all of us as if we were aliens as we stared at her.

"No because right now we can only wonder where your next arson will be committed with those hair- " I began but Kyra closed my mouth and shook her head.

"She's thinking murder, don't remind her of arson too for god's sake" she whispered.

"Guyssss we're going off topic againnn" said Lilica.

"Yeah there's no way we can explain the seasons like hair changing, or the way I can literally levitate a whole ass building with just Alchemy!" I said. All three of them looked at me.

"You can lift buildings???" Said Rufta excitedly.

"Can you fly carpets then?? I wanna ride a flying carpet once!" Kyra chimed in.

"ooh like Aladdin and Jasmine? Who's gonna be your Aladdin??" Rufta asked with a smirk.

"Oh stawp, you always find a way to bring in teasing somehow" said Kyra, rolling her eyes. Rufta giggled and added "Oh come on, we both know you want a prince charming"

Once she listened to that, Kyra's expression turned dark, and she turned to Rufta and said with an ominous smile "You shall die a Gruesome death for implying that, mortal"

"Then it's settled? We're meeting at midnight! Gotta go get the treehouse ready, imma sleep there tonight cus ain't no way my mom will let me sneak out at night" said Lilica.

"Are you serious? Isn't it suspicious that they're called Wacky? Plus midnight's a bit too much. We need 7-8 hours of sleep! I'm not buying this, let's report them!" Said Kyra, going hysterical.

"Yeah but are you sure that it's a bad idea if the King is the bad guy? Plus we're witches as well, I mean if you report us, you're reporting yourself too you know?" I said bluntly, and all three of them turned to me.

"..."

"Well, now we know what our day job is gonna be." Kyra declared, after gulping.

Rufta squealed excitedly. "I can't wait to meet all the wacky witches!" She said, jumping excitedly.

"You're probably thinking there's going to be guys, but you do realise "Witch" is exclusively used for females right?" I said, once again turning all their attention to me. "What?" I asked, as they turned to me once again. "Seriously Estelle?"

"Why do you have to be so blunt and mean?? I don't like you, hmph!" Said Rufta, folding her hands.

"Yeah now guysss please I want to see this WACKY-V'S leader woman and ask her how she likes her chicken skewers!" Said Lilica.

"You know we're vegetarians, why do you do this Lilica?" Said Kyra.

We bickered for a while about the whole plan of meeting at midnight and settled once Rufta got mad and threatened to eat stones to make us stop.

The following Evening, I waited for my parents to go to bed, and went to the balcony of my room. I saw Rufta was already there, and so I jumped and sneaked out.

"You got the stuff?" Asked Rufta.

"What stuff?"

"Oh My God Girl you're supposed to play along and say yes! Act a little as if we're being suspicious okay?" Rufta Whispered.

"Why would you want to be suspicious when you could get executed if your secret is out?"

"Because how else am I supposed to feel the thrill in life??" She said, pouting.

We met the others by the creek, and it was around 11.40 right now.

"This is all Kyra's fault if we get caught, she's acting weird cus it's past her bedtime, and we're 20 minutes early." Said Lilica, munching on a bag of chips. Rufta excitedly shared the bag of chips once Lilica offered it to her.

"Seriously? I know it is past my bedtime, but its always good to be early! A little punctuality never kills! And also- why are you eating chips for god's sake is anyone even serious here?" She said, and facepalmed. She started pacing around, impatiently biting her nails.

"Um Kyra you should calm down, she'll be here any minute..." I said.

Then there was a bright light out of nowhere, and a giant portal opened.

Lilica intensely munched on her chips, and pulled out a pair of black tinted glasses and put them on, and continued munching.

"Hello, little ones" said the woman. She was tall- almost 6 feet. And she had super pale skin, and a well built form. Like she worked out everyday. She was wearing a rather odd looking dress, it resembled a knight, though she's supposed to be a witch and witches generally wear loose robes.

She pat Rufta's head, and her hair glowed golden. She pat my shoulder, and I started levitating. She took off Lilica's tinted glasses and blew on her eyes, and a magical garden with fairies appeared. It somehow also had a buff looking guy with a moustache and a beard, playing dolls there. And Finally, she spoke to us in our minds, and I could hear Kyra's voice too.

She began " You do know these are powerful gifts right? Though I'm not sure who that homeless guy playing in young Lilica darling's illusion magic is here-" "It's me! I'm the buff guy!"

"... Okay, you're definitely eccentric, and I like it. Welcome to WACKY-V, an ancient association of the most talented witches. You do know witchcraft is illegal right? I'll tell you what happened, but we first need to leave this place, let me take you to our secret office, for our coven!" She said and cackled, a true witch indeed.

Part 3 will be out soon guys

#writing #writing prompt #witchcraft #witchyvibes #witches #witch aesthetic #witchythings #witchy

[whyam-here]

I wrote a dnd campaign for my friends, and it's mostly original (with a lot of references to other ideas people have posted, mostly on here - see horrible goose and ice skeletons wielding swords of mercury). I let my friends know about it a while ago, and asked them to create characters.

2 friends made characters in a reasonable time frame. Their characters were good, one came with a solid idea and one asked for help I was more than willing to provide.

2 more players, the point of this post, didn't give me anything at the time. Nor, did they provide it a reasonable time after that.

No, a full month later, I asked the players to please provide me the character sheets by that Sunday, as the plan was to play the following week.

Thankfully for them the start date was pushed back by a couple weeks, as one of the two players, a bit after midnight, said they hadn't realized it was Sunday and that they'd work on their character. The other chimed in, saying that they'd be available in an afternoon a couple days later to go over creating the character.

The afternoon rolls around, and the player says nothing (they hadn't specified a time so I was just waiting for them to contact me). Finally, I pinged them on discord asking if they were available. a bit later, they said yes, they were, just give them a sec to hop on their pc. I quickly grabbed my stuff and went to my room so I could vc them without waking other members of my household.

An hour later, I have-jokingly asked if they'd actually, physically jumped on their PC because they hadn't said anything since then(keep in mind I'm now in my room, which doesn't have ac, so I'm quite warm). they respond and say they'll be on soon, they just had to move some stuff around.

they other player lacking a character comes online and starts detailing their character. well, they gives me the characters race - not the most helpful info. they then say they haven't come up with a personality cause they're making homebrew changes to the characters race. .....ok sounds interesting? they give me some background info about how the race came to be (offshoot of existing race) but doesn't even attempt to place the race in the world.

finally, frustrated, I spend less than 10 minutes writing the rest of the backstory for the character's people, where they are living on the map, and some possible reasons the character might have left their community and joined the party. no response.

the other player, the one that didn't jump on their PC, just turned a sec into over an hour, finally chimes in and adds a character sheet they made a while ago (they'd previously mentioned this one to me). the character was not at the correct level (the adventure I'm running requires high-level characters) so we were gonna increase the levels and call it good. except...

this player has never played dnd before (tbf, the rest of the group has only played a couple of times) and so (reasonably) decides not to play a druid and instead choose a different class. We basically had to rewrite the character from scratch.

by the time we'd finished, it'd been about 3 hours and was past my bedtime. I still had chores to do around the house that had to be done that day.

players, if this is you (or if you happen to be one of the people I'm calling out in this post) please either get your character in within a couple weeks of being asked to or just have your dm pull one up for you. if you have an idea but aren't sure how to execute it, I'm sure your dm would be more than happy to pull up a character sheet and explain it to you - I know I would.

In light of these and other events, though, I'm now a bit worried about the campaign. I'm not sure if it'll turn out good or even get finished at all. I might post an update in a couple months if it either really well or if it goes as poorly as I fear, I'm not sure though.

#dnd #dnd player #dnd dm #dungeons and dragons #dnd help #oh god please #send help #im so tired #im going insane #players please just talk to your dm #save them the hassle

[44lh]

Lewis Hamilton explains his outfit to Keke Palmer at the 2021 Met Gala.

#lewis hamilton #formula one #f1 #met gala 2021 #met gala #m* #I literally have NOTHING to say #especially about the last 2 gifs nothing to say nothing to say #I was gonna add text but I am too exhausted. #yes it is only midnight yes it is past my bedtime