#also inbox is open i'll reply this time promise

[random-introverted-blog]

It's back, and so am I

Hi, tumblr.

Been a hot minute, hasn't it?

A lot has happened since I broke my foot. But let's start with what we're all ultimately here for.

Hot vampire elf husband man 🙌

There he is.

Hello, hot vampire elf husband man.

Long time no talk.

I'm re-outlining the plot for HS-HQ and going over where I left off and where I'm going again to make sure I can maintain quality and consistency after how long I've been away. And we'll be focusing only on HS-HQ and Astarion from here on until... whenever. More on that toward the end.

HS-HQ Chapter 11 Teaser:

I'm fully committing to getting HS-HQ started again and tidying up my outline. Unfortunately, while I'm good with notes and outlines when I'm actively working on a story, if I set one aside for too long, the senile goldfish brain gets the better of me. And I'm one of those writers that goes "pshh, I don't need to write it down!"

Will I ever learn from this? Yes Maybe Probably not, I'll be honest.

Regardless, I am working on it. Hoping to have something out before the end of April. I'll have something narrowed down maybe this week or next.

With that squared away...

Oh, Shadowheart fandom. How blessed to feel you so near. So while I haven't been active on tumblr or in the Astarion fandom, I have been active in the Shadowheart fandom. There have been two whole updates to Flickers of Loss while I've been inactive here. They'll get cross posted soon for those of you who don't have or use AO3.

Flickers of Loss is over for the foreseeable future. Not going to say forever, I do still love the story. But some things are just too close to other things that are very raw.

To those of you that followed me for Shadowheart content, however many there are of you, I'm sorry. This was never my plan or intention. And whether or not I return to the fandom, know that I value and appreciate all the support and love.

Never say never. I had at least one other big Shadowheart story I was excited to work on and maybe I'll find it in me to return to her character and her stories. But for now, let me just say thank you. To the readers, to my writer friends, to my writer acquaintances and the writers I never met, but inspired me so damn much.

I did a big thank you message to all my fellow writers in the Shadowheart fandom already at the end of FoL on AO3 so I'll just screenshot it and post it here.

All that aside, if you knew me from AO3, from the server or just feel like reaching out, my DM's, my inbox and my door are always open. Except Cylinderarts, they are stinky salad (absolutely kidding, I adore them they are wonderful and talented)

Hell, if you have my Discord username from the server, send me a friend request. I will talk to literally anyone from there. You are all very missed. I've had time to evaluate what I can and can't handle, and friends, best friends, new friends, casual friends and acquaintances are all very fine😊. Just don't expect original Shadowheart content from me. Reblogs? Absolutely, love and support, forever and always.

I'm not opposed to discussing Shadowheart or FoL. But writing Shadowheart content is off the table for a while. She is still one of my favorite characters of all time.

P.S um, some of those asks in my inbox are... very old... You know what, fuck it I'll answer them anyway.

P.P.S THAT TUMBLR NAME FOR THAT GIF?

5 STARS—NO 10, 11 STARS FUCKING APPLAUSE APPLAUD 👏

If you ever check the notification for me using the gif, know that I follow none of your fandoms and I know nothing else about you. But your username is amazing and I love you and I would touch grass for you.

[karinab00bs]

Can i request Karina x Male Reader office sex?

Cubicle Rival

Karina x male reader

tags: nipple play, fingering

Nearly everyone in the building had left for the day by ten minutes after fifteen; the janitor had even switched off the lights on purpose to prevent anyone from working overtime. Karina and you remained in the same room where they'd been working; the woman had taken off her blazer and was draping it over the back of her chair, while the man had rolled up his long sleeves to his elbows. As long as their report received approval and they could return home, their looks held little concern.

"Mr. Ethan hasn't replied?" Karina asked you since you had been refreshing your email. Waiting for the first message in their inbox determined whether they could go home early or stay in the office longer.

"Not just yet.” Perhaps sloppily or exhausted, you respond, "It's still being checked."

Karina says, her tone unpleasant to hear: "It's half past eleven; is it crazy that Mr. Ethan still wants to check the report?"

"Why are you anyway blaming Mr. Ethan? You know he is a perfectionist. He promised to wait until today; hence, he will wait until twelve. You are the one who is wrong; why would you hand over such a critical report to an intern who is already on his way home at five? It's not going to be right," you ramble, drawing visible eyebrows furrowing on Karina.

"Why are you blaming me? Blame Ms. Je for putting the director's daughter in our division. What do you think I can do if she's nagging me to do a report? Tell her you can't do your job like that?" Karina started pounding on the table; maybe both of them were already tired, so they were more sensitive and easily ignited.

"You could try pointing the finger at other people. You brought Mr. Ethan and now Ms. Je; pointing fingers at others won't make them do anything or prevent such incidents in the future. Do you also intend to hold the intern responsible, given his obvious ignorance in preparing the report? Indeed, it is your responsibility to consider this matter. How can a child, lacking any knowledge, solve such a significant problem? You, equally irritated, began pointing at Karina as if assigning blame.

"Now you're blaming me?"

You didn't have time to reply to Karina's words because a call came into your cell phone from Mr. Ethan.

"Yes, sir? Yes, thank you very much, sir. I'll send it later. I will finish it in 15 minutes. Thank you very much, sir." You disconnected the phone and looked at Karina. The man sighed softly before saying to karina, "The report is okay; I just need to check for typos. I'll finish it first. Can you get me a coffee?"

Karina was silent for a second before responding, "Fine." 

Upon seeing Karina exit the office, you instinctively shut your eyes.

Although Karina was really terrified to visit the pantry by herself since all the lights had been turned off, she couldn't resist your demand so that everything would be finished rapidly and she could head home. Under low lighting, she began preparing two cups of coffee in paper cups, using a combination of saset coffee and sugar, to ensure you wouldn't have any complaints about the taste. She carried the black coffee paper cups with both hands, but her foot stumbled on something, and one cup of coffee spilled on her chest. "Ah." Karina turned to show a faint smile. Indeed, it appears that she has paid the price for all her mistakes over the past year. Why is this so unlucky?

She took off her shirt, which was full of spilled coffee, and then she walked back towards her office.

She gently opened the door, and she found you closing your eyes and leaning on your chair. Okay, the initial plan was for Karina to stealthily walk to her cubicle, retrieve her blazer, and put it on before you woke up. Karina then crept over, set the coffee she had produced next to your laptop, and hurried to her cubicle.

You blinked up at the scent of coffee, but your attention quickly went from the paper cup on her desk to the figure of Karina, who was unclasping her bra. Fuck.

"What on earth are you doing?" you inquired, your voice quivering with disbelief. 

"My shirt is all sticky from spilling coffee," Karina answered, her bare back now showing.

"Are you not afraid of me doing anything to you?" You asked while getting up from the chair to get a box of tissues. The man was now sitting on Karina's chair, and you could clearly see the girl's large, saggy breasts. While the woman sat at her desk.

"You and I fight every day; I doubt you have any desire to do anything to me, even though I'm naked in front of you right now," Karina replied confidently.

"Do you think if I were naked in front of you, you'd be horny?" Your question made Karina snort in annoyance.

"No, it's crazy to lust after you," Karina said, folding her arms across her chest, making her breasts pop out even more as if challenging you.

"I have submitted the report, and Mr. Ethan accepted it. You raised one eyebrow and said, "All that remains is your business with me."

"What business is it? I have nothing to do with you. Better turn back; my body is all sticky and a little blistering thanks to the hot water dispenser," Karina said, looking down at her coffee-sticky chest.

"You're sure you won't lust after me, right?" you asked again.

"No."

"I'll just clean it so it's not sticky and then go home," you said. "Shut up." You looked down and swept your tongue over every inch of Karina's breasts to clean the coffee off her skin, occasionally giving the man a light sip.

"What the hell are you doing?" Karina tried to keep your head from coming closer to her body, but then she froze as the tip of your tongue rubbed against her nipple. Damn. It was so good.

"They say it's better to use saliva or running water when it's hot." You soaked Karina's upper body, including her skirt, with the remaining water from the glass she used to drink.

"Fuck, what are you doing? I swear.. I'm wet.."

"Wet, huh?" You lowered your head and took one of Karina's nipples into your mouth, sucking gently, while your other hand wiped Karina's body with a tissue.

Karina bit her lip, both hands clutching the edge of the table she was sitting on. "You won't lust, right? There's no way you'll lust after me; after all, I'm just cleaning you."

"Hurry up and clean it.. I'm going back." Karina's words made you smile.

You took a tissue and, using both hands, rubbed Karina's nipples with it. While closing her eyes, the girl looked up. She hadn't felt a touch on her body in a long time, so a touch like this sent her into a trance. Indeed, your skill level is beyond reproach. Just observe how the tissue continues to twist both Karina's nipples, creating a more pleasurable sensation. You idly pinched Karina's nipples so hard that she couldn't help but moan.

"Don't be horny; I'm just cleaning it," you said half-mockingly.

"I'm not fucking horny." Karina's answer made you laugh. You pulled down Karina's panties and let them fall to the floor.

"It's just wet," you teased with a finger that had rubbed Karina's pussy. "I'm just cleaning it; you don't want to feel uncomfortable."

"What the hell are you doing- ahhh ..." Your tongue entered to explore Karina's pleasure hole with your finger stroking the small object on it, creating a stifled moan from Karina's lips, which made you smile because, after all, Karina's sigh had made you win. You deliberately inserted two of your fingers, then scratched Karina's pussywall rather roughly, causing her affection to shift to her clitoris. "A-ahhh.. ahhh.."

"Why mm? Is it good? You said you wouldn't lust after me, but you're so wet, Rina." Karina stared resentfully at your face as she bit her lower lip, deliberately holding back a moan so as not to feed your ego. "Why do you want to end it?" you asked, bending your two fingers precisely at Karina's weakest point, and soon her pleasure juices melted away.

"Damn you.." said Karina in the end, while catching her breath.

"1-0, there is no need to deny that you are also horny for me," you said with a chuckle, and you lowered your head to lick Karina's pussy, which had just reached its release.

"Watch out; I'll get you back."

"I can't wait," you replied as she helped put the blazer on Karina's body.

[feverish-dove]

Hiihihi

I just wanted to say I really liked the way you wrote Senku!!! :3 and I was wondering if you had any more thoughts on the guy. Headcannons, or quite literally anything. Truthfully, I just wanna hear you yap about him. (Hes an Obsession 💔) Full liberty to write whatever that comes to your mind!!!

(and I completely understand if you don't. Just wanted to let you know how much I liked your thoughts on him :))

Senku Headcanons

Holy shit i'm sorry this took so long. It was not my intention to leave y'all hanging for so long. Especially for an ask when I said my inbox was open. Life's been crazy but that's no excuse. Also really weird question but I ended up making myself a Seto Kaiba (yes from Yu-gi-oh!) multipart fic as a birthday gift to me. lmk if anyone is interested in me publishing it lol. One more thing like two other people tagged me in a song trend and I swear I'll get to it too! I just don't know who to tag next haha. Senku Ishigami x Reader warnings: minor spoilers but they're not really important word count: 2,064 not cross posted on any other platform

Pre-Petrification

Y’all probably started out as classmates who argued about your specific hyperfixation interest lmao.

He noticed you because you challenged him—not emotionally, but intellectually. Most people couldn’t keep up, but you corrected him and were right. (You were NOT playing. It was more than likely something stupid like FNAF.)

He totally pretended he wasn’t interested at first. Played it cool, but Taiju saw the way Senku looked at you when you talked about your interests.

Homeboy wants to learn everything about everything. Hence his sudden bugging about your knowledge on a topic he isn’t fully educated on.

You both stayed after school often—him for his experiments, you for your own interests. Eventually, you started hanging out by accident more often than not.

He offered you coffee from a vending machine one day and casually said, “It’s statistically proven that shared caffeine intake boosts cognitive synergy.” You think that was his weird way of flirting.

The first time you called him out for overworking, he smirked and said, “Tch. Worrying about me already?” You replied, “Obviously.”

He confessed in a weirdly clinical way: “I’ve run the numbers. Being with you would significantly enhance my quality of life. Wanna test that theory together?” (Listen I know this sounds lame but go rewatch the first episode I promise you he talked like this T^T second hand embarrassment rewatch.)

You said yes in the most nonchalant way possible. By jumping up and down.

Taiju had no idea this was coming.

Yuzuriha knew this was coming.

He wasn’t very physically affectionate at first—he’d tap your hand when passing notes or adjust your collar like it was nothing, but it meant everything.

You helped him with a big experiment once, and he added your name to the credits. You argued that Taiju did way more work, so he should get the credit! Taiju just laughed you off.

Senku just wanted your name written next to his permanently. He published the document so you’ll be metaphorically stuck with him forever since nothing truly gets erased once it’s on the internet. Unless of course humanity was going to turn into stone but what's the likelihood of that?

Your first kiss wasn’t planned. You were mid-argument about the stupidest possible thing you could think of, and he just leaned in and kissed you to shut you up. “There. Now can we get back to the part where I’m right?” This just caused the fight to escalate because him, ‘right?’ Who does he think he is? You were totally winning!

He starts explaining things differently to you—not because he thinks you don’t get it, but because he enjoys seeing your reactions.

This is also how y’all became known as that couple who is always on facetime instead of just calling one another. (I get it, I too watch those gacha reaction videos at my grown age.)

When the petrification hit, he was thinking about you. Not in a romantic way like Taiju did with Yuzuriha, but instead in a, “it’s been about 1,245 years so far so they should be at ‘x’ coordinates because they were at ‘y’ when the beam hit.” “Clothing needs to take higher priority than initial calculations. They might not be comfortable being naked in the wild, extreme scenario or not.” Etc.

Stone World

Senku doesn’t realize he likes you right away. He’s hyper focused on survival, but you keep showing up to help—always curious, always sharp.

You challenge his ideas, not to be rude, but to push him further. That’s what gets his attention.

One day you show up with materials he didn’t ask for but desperately needed. He stares at you and says, “…You’re terrifyingly efficient. I like that.”

When you’re injured, he freaks out silently. He’s cold and efficient treating the wound, but he doesn’t sleep that night.

He builds you your own workstation so you can tinker with him. No one else gets one. Chrome whines because yuo don’t even use it half the time!

Gen teases him constantly. “Senku, your little lab assistant’s got you all flustered—should I schedule the wedding, or…?”

He confesses in the least romantic way possible: “I don’t believe in fate, but statistically, I’d rather build civilization with you than without you.” You had no idea it was a confession until he later refers to you as his girlfriend. It’s as much of a shock to you as it is the rest of the villagers.

You tried to kiss his cheek for sharing the cotton candy with Homura. Instead you ended up kissing his lips by accident. Your first kiss tastes like mineral water and burnt sugar from failed wire experiments.

Senku tries to pretend nothing changed after you get together, but he starts letting you touch his stuff. That’s a big deal. The village only has so much material to come by, after all.

You once called him “handsome” absentmindedly. He froze mid-step, dropped his charcoal pencil, and never brought it up again. But he remembers.

You’re the only one allowed to sit on his lap while he sketches blueprints. Sometimes he forgets you’re there until you shuffle. (Note: this does not work when he gets the invention idea at first. He gets too excited and wiggles too much. It’s only for refinement.)

Speaking of notes, congratulations, your new status as being around Senku 24/7 means you’re the official Note Taker of the new world! Title Pending.

“bUt FeVeR, dOn’T tHeY aLrEaDy HaVe A rEpOrTeR?” Shut up, I said what I said. You’re more recording data and experiments to make the first books and logs rather than make a record of history. Your beloved boyfriend is the one who gave you this task because he hates you. Jk. It’s because he doesn’t have enough hands to write everything down and conduct experiments at the same time so you have to do it for him.

Speaking of which, Senku is a certified yapper. Don’t let his nonchalant persona trick you, he’s anything but chill. If you also go off on tangents Gen is probably the one forced to break you both out of your excitement… again. (Listen they tried Chrome but he just joined in and Kohaku will not hesitate to beat both your asses so Gen it is. Poor guy lol.)

He’s not big on traditional affection, is what a liar will tell you. If anything you’re the one less prone to PDA. Now I say this but it comes with terms and conditions. Senku’s a busy guy, he likes to use his mouth–hold up–for giving instructions. So kisses are more rare. He also needs his hands for crafting, writing, just about anything really. So while he does like hand holding it’s a bit harder to get to. Which leaves y’all mostly just leaning against each other to show affection.

He does cuddle though. If it’s hot he’ll complain but that’s just because he likes to run his smart-ass mouth.

The villagers think you’re married already because you’re always beside him. And caveman laws. Senku won’t correct them.

Bonus: one day, he casually hands you something shiny and says, “This alloy’s rare. Only made it for one person.” That’s how you get your engagement ring—made from meteorite metal.

General

He’s incredibly observant, even when he seems distracted. If you so much as wince from a splinter, he’s already pulling out tweezers and homemade antiseptic.

Pet names are rare, but he sometimes calls you “Einstein,” “my lab partner,” or “miracle cure,” depending on his mood and what you’ve helped him with.

He won’t say “I love you” often, but he builds entire systems and tools just to make your life easier. That’s his way of saying it.

He builds you a custom gadget that only you can use. It’s completely unnecessary in the most loving way possible. Might even make it so on purpose just so you think of him, even if it is because of annoyance. Little shit.

Senku teaches you science constantly, even when you’re just trying to nap. He says knowledge is the ultimate gift. You say he is. He says you’re trying to distract him. You were.

When he works too hard and skips meals, you force-feed him ramen. He grumbles, but later admits you’re the only one who can make him willingly slow down.

You’re the only one allowed to mess with his hair. He pretends to complain but leans into your touch when you pull it back or wash it. Lives for your head scratches. Me too girl, me too.

He keeps small souvenirs of you in his lab coat—notes, dried flowers, a tiny bead you once gave him—and says it’s “just sentimental chemical bonding.”

Cuddles aren’t rare, but when he crashes from exhaustion, he clings like a koala and refuses to let go until morning.

He blushes like mad if you kiss him in public, but not because he’s shy—it’s because his brain short-circuits with affection.

If you get sick, he goes overboard researching herbal and chemical remedies, refuses to sleep until you’re better. Gets sick afterwards.

He gets quietly jealous when others impress you—then doubles down on his own projects to one-up them.

He lets you be the first to see every new invention, no matter how trivial. Your reaction matters more than the scientific community’s.

He absolutely remembers every important date (your birthday, anniversary, the first time you kissed). He’ll never make a big show of it, is the first lie he ever tells you.

If you’re sad, he gives you rocks that glow in the dark, handmade magnets, or funny contraptions to make you smile. Shiny rock theory anyone?

You once joked you wanted a robot. He built you one. It only says one phrase: “Senku says drink water.” Because he’s a petty asshole and you wouldn’t have passed out on the track field if you just listened to him! (Really trying to think of a Mecha Senku joke but I can’t. All I got is clang, bang, bang.)

He respects your boundaries like a contractual agreement. If you say “no,” he steps back 10 paces and documents your preferences for future reference.

You’re the only one allowed to tease him without being hit with a snarky comeback. He just smirks and says, “Tch. Fine. You win this one.”

Any inventions that might mildly convenience your life he will 100% make extra just for you. Like when he made a hair conditioner. (Shameless plug here, y’all should read my ‘Sun Kissed Science’ because it’s about him inventing sunscreen for you.)

If you cry, he freezes up, then offers you logical comfort “It’s a temporary emotional spike, we’ll regulate the cortisol levels.” Yes he does get better about this if it’s after petrification.

He teaches you math with rocks and sticks, and you somehow end up loving it because he makes it sound like magic. (That one Tumblr post that’s like “I told him to teach me about physics the same way he talks about poetry.” Or something idk I can’t remember.)

If anyone flirts with you, Senku swoops in with cold facts that thoroughly humiliate them. “You do know flirting with someone in a committed relationship is statistically foolish, right?”

When he’s working late, he lets you fall asleep in his lab, covering you with his jacket without waking you.

He grins like a devil when you match his sarcasm. He’s met his chaos equal and loves it.

He has a specific notebook labeled with your name. It contains sketches, formulas inspired by you, and a list of projects to make your life easier. It’s made of leather and crappy paper and love.

Gen called you “Senku’s moon” because he claims you’re the one constant that keeps his tides in check. He only said this to Senku but you’ll never know since he’s too embarrassed. He has absolutely threatened Genw ith manual labor if he spills.

You once called him “hot” during an argument, and he nearly walked into a tree. He denies it, but Kohaku saw.

When the two of you argue, it turns into a debate show. People bring snacks. You both win.

He secretly carved your initials into a spot behind the observatory, visible only when the sun sets just right.

He doesn’t believe in fate, but when you touch him, he swears his neurons fire in patterns he can’t explain—and that’s saying something.

@mylostleftfootsock im so sorry for the wait!

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Toothache

How does one go "You're Too Sweet For Me" to "My Baby's Sweet As Can Be"?

Synopsis: Simon Riley finds himself stuck in a situation, growing feelings for his roommate who's so annoyingly caring, domestic, sweet and too good for him. What happens when he let's himself indulge in the sweetness rather than cage himself in the bitter life he's been told is the only one he's deserving of and the only life he's known?

Apologies to this mess of a lyricfic, I couldn't help it even though this was supposed to be a relationship analysis..

MEN WRITTEN BY ANA HUANG ARE GONNA BE THE DEATH OF ME. Alright back to our original programmed schedule with Hozier. ALSO SURPRISE! THIS CONTAINS 3 HOZIER SONGS as an apology for not posting these past two weeks due to me enjoying holidays, reading, prom dress picking and wanting to stab myself because of life, there's the added bonus 👀

My CoD Masterlist

My Simon Riley x You Playlist

Also reader in this one had a lot of characterization, she's me fr, so AFAB?Reader, Fem!Reader, Short!Reader, Reader is VERY feminine with fashion, soft-girl-sunshine!Reader and Chubby?Reader. Y'all have no idea how hard it is to write without a personality and physical intimacy in romance, I tried but failed 😭

Warnings and Disclaimers: Mentions and details on sexual content ahead (is this considered smut? Idk anymore). Not detailed smut but vivid memories of sexual intercourse (especially the dialogue) with Simon. Again, this is a safe account for all ages because I'm not a MDNI acc, you are responsible for your own media consumption. DO NOT GO ON MY DMS, INBOX OR REPLY TO MY CONTENT TO TELL ME YOUR AGE. I don't need to know that and let's strive to not make each other uncomfortable. Mentions of questioning of religion or rather belief on afterlife??

Pink, bold and italic: Lyrics

Italic: recalling past events

Little snippet of an image of how I imagined he'd hold you, courtesy of the one and only @ave661

"It can't be said I'm an early bird, it's 10 o'clock before I say a word. Baby, I can never tell, how do you sleep so well?"

Simon Riley was never a man to live the life he was taught to in the military, it was out of habit for him to not leave his room until around noon. Then there was you, his roommate, he didn't exactly calculate how much it would affect his personal life to save money through rent by willingly letting someone within the same living space.

He'd find himself with not even a wink of sleep, hearing your footsteps through the thin walls, hearing the lock on the windows outside click open.

"You kept telling me to live right, to go to bed before the daylight. But then you wake up from the sunrise."

He'd always hear you, quite frankly it was like nagging on the constant.

"Simon you shouldn't do that, you'll hurt yourself"

"Simon please go get some rest"

"Simon.."

He'd swear he'd rip his own ears out every time his name falls from your lips from how sweet and chirpy it sounded and yet deafening silence would consume him whenever you aren't around.

"You don't gotta pretended, Baby, now and then. Don't you just wanna wake up dark as a lake? Smellin' lika bonfire, lost in the haze?"

Something about you makes it so tempting for Simon to give in, I mean it would be a one time thing, wouldn't it? So soft, so pliant, he set himself up for an addiction. It wasn't healthy, he knew this, he'd convince himself of the fact that he would end up hurting you.

Just too different, it repeated like a mantra in his head. He was bitter, brooding and didn't find any sense of pleasure in living. Why'd you think he has the job he chose? It's all he knew, till you skip your way into his life, giving him the sweetness he was deprived of.

"If you're drunk on life babe, I think it's great. But while in this world, I think I'll take my whiskey neat"

Drowning himself in alcohol, a trait Simon promised himself he wouldn't ever do when he was young, setting his glass down with a small thud from the wooden table. But what would the kid version of him know about life. He didn't have healthier options of coping with what seems to be his dilemma.

But then there you were, sweet little thing coming home at the late hour in that skimpy dress of yours. Revealing too much to the eyes of those who wish to have you for themselves with just one look. Where did you go that night?

"My coffee black in my bed at three, you're too sweet for me"

Desperately trying to keep himself awake and at bay from his thoughts of you. Drowning himself in now two cups of straight black coffee to help him focus.

It was odd, you got used to the scent, was strong with a lack of sweetness but it calmed you down knowing he was around.

How he'd corrupt you, he wanted to shatter that rose tinted glasses of yours to save you from himself because being with him would change you. Selfish but he doesn't want that, you were utter perfection..

Simon further delved into his feelings, what the fuck was wrong with him?

"I aim low. I aim true, and the ground's where I go. I work late where I'm free from the phone and the job gets done"

Grumbling, Simon walks back into the apartment in the middle of the night. You heard a thud, you come out of your bedroom, yawing from you incomplete sleep.

"Si..? Are you hurt? What happened?" You asked in a soft tone, careful not to agitate someone would could possibly be pissed off.

Simon stays silent, glaring at you as his eyes was only thing visible because of his balaclava. Your soft gaze intimidated him, because why would he feel that squeeze in his heart?

"But you worry some, I know but who wants to live forever, babe? You treat your mouth as if it's Heaven's gate. The rest of you like you're the TSA, I wish I could go along Babe, don't get me wrong..."

The only thing Simon heard was a sigh from you and nothing more, you walk up to him, each footstep feeling louder than that last.

Something Simon didn't expect you to do was wrap you arms around his waist, tiny thing you are that your head only goes up to his chest. Your body against his, basking in the warmth in contrast to the cold weather he had to deal with coming home.

"You know you're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain, pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape. If you can sit in a barrel maybe I'll wait, until that day.."

You took care of him that night, to his reluctance and stubbornness. Despite refusing, he had no choice, he wouldn't want a soft thing like you on his ear the whole night till he agrees. You were persuasive in your own irritating way.

Sitting on the edge of the tub of the warm bath he's in, washcloth in hand. Touch was so gentle, why was it so soft? Why's it so warm? "It's the water you fucking idiot" his subconscious screaming at him. In denial.

Why is his heart beating so fast..? He wants to stab it to stop the feeling..

"I'd rather take my whiskey neat, my coffee black and my bed at three. You're too sweet for me"

Using both your hands this time around, one gently holding his chin with your fingers while the other wiping away at the eyeblack he had. Every scar on his face felt the graze of your finger.

The slow blinks, your eyes on his. Before any conscious thoughts consume Simon, he lifts his arms from the warm water and wraps them around you.

Your nightgown was now damp but you couldn't care less, now with the man you were pinning over, foreheads against the other.

"Si.." you softly whisper. That nickname will be the death of him, you'll be the death of him. He crashes his lips on yours, not wanting to let go till you both were panting. You were too fucking sweet, your lips, your skin, everything. He wanted a taste and he got it...

"My lover's got humor, she's the giggle at a funeral. Knows everybody's disapproval, I should've worshiped her sooner"

Another sleepless night wasn't uncommon for someone like Simon.. however this aching feeling wasn't, he doesn't know where it's from or what it's about. Not until he heard you in the kitchen, letting out a giggle even though you knew better.

"If the Heavens ever did speak, She's the last true mouthpiece. Every Sunday's getting more bleak. A fresh poison each week "We were born sick"

That sweet fucking voice, like the angels speaking to him themselves. "Oh- I'm sorry Si, did I wake you up?" You asked, turning around to the sound of his footsteps.

That tiny nightdress of yours, a reminder of the night you spent together, that morning you slept in his bed.

Lashes beautifully displayed on the delicate skin of your under eyes. Soft noises while your chest was peacefully moving up and down with every breath.

"She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom". The only Heaven I'll be sent to, is when I'm alone with you I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well. A, Amen, Amen, Amen"

"Simon.. Ahh~" you moan out softly, your body writhing underneath him. It felt hot, sweaty despite the well ventilated room, so intimate from something that was supposed to be the farthest thing from domestic.

"Shhh, you can take it sunshine.. You don't want the neighbors to hear us, do you?" Simon whispers, callous hand covering your mouth with as little pressure possible, you whimper at his words.

Closing your eyes to lose yourself in the pleasure you've never felt before. Your body being worshiped with gentle hands and soft kisses that leave marks by the very same man who kept distancing himself from you, now he'd stop at nothing for your pleasure.

"Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife, offer me that deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life."

"Simon.. no more–" you whined. Scratching his back hard enough to leave marks without being aware, he'd always imagine what those pretty pink nails could do to him.

"Just one more, please sunshine.. you remember our safe word right?" Simon asks for you to nod softly, you didn't have energy to take anymore. "I told you I'll make you feel good, didn't I? So be a good girl for me and take it, hmm?"

Your eyes roll back at his praise, your legs shake with one after another wave of pleasure running through your body. This man was starved.. insatiable.. who would be able to resist such a request? Not you.

"If I'm a pagan of the good times, my lover's the sunlight to keep the Goddess on my side. She demands a sacrifice, drain the whole sea, get something shiny"

It took everything in Simon not to worship the ground you walked on that night, he wasn't trying very hard, was he? Because always.. at the end of the night, you're in his bed, his mind, his life.

Was it really a sin? To want something you don't deserve? Simon stayed up that whole night, not a wink of sleep while thinking of whether this arrangement should continue. Every bone and organ in his body telling him to be selfish, take what was something that wasn't his to take.

"Something meaty for the main course, that's a fine looking high horse. What you got in the stable? We've a lot of starving faithful that looks tasty, that looks plenty, this is hungry work"

Simon's gaze, never faltering on your sleeping figure that he refuses to go anywhere but his own arms. He tries to close his eye to compose himself, free himself from the emotions you emit from him.

His efforts were to no use, all he saw was the image of you, sweetly smiling, those doe eye staring right through his soul.

"No masters or kings when the ritual begins. There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin In the madness, in the soil of that sad earthly scene. Only then I am human, only then I am clean"

You were getting too close for your own good, Simon knew that, he'll be damned if he let's himself hurt you. So he does what any stupid man would do, avoid you like the plague. Did it mean nothing? Were you just some fling, never to be talked about again?

Fuck you Simon Riley, he made you feel loved in bed like no man ever has or ever will, completely ruining your chance of ever thinking of anything else and that was just a hook-up session? Maybe this one time you can let yourself be delusional, was there really something more? Only one way to find out.

"Oh, oh, Amen, Amen, Amen, Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife, offer me that deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life"

You caught him, fucking finally, after days of waiting and trying to get him at the perfect time. "Si.." you whispered softly, you didn't know where to start. He took a quick glance at you before looking back at what he was doing.

"Simon Riley, don't fucking ignore me. Not after everything that happened those nights" You said, it was stern but he needed to hear it. It made him stop, think about what had happened.

Before he could generate a response, "Why?" You asked. It was a vague question, why was he ignoring you? Why does he feel this way? Why does he love you yet refuse to act on it?

"Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife, offer me that deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life.."

"You don't deserve a man like me, you deserve one who is like you, optimistic, sweet, fucking beautiful and alive.. A man who's not damaged, scarred, has blood on his hands and haunted by his past. A man who's not afraid to show his love for you. A man who won't put his burdens on your shoulders and a man who will take care of you instead of the other way around. That's what you deserve and I can't give that"

Everything felt like it came to a stop, were you hearing that right?

"You have no idea how much you contradict yourself, Si. How are you so sure that you haven't given those things to me already? You might not be like me but "like me" isn't what I want.. I want you, every flaw, every beautiful scar. Not once before your silent treatment have you hurt me, it's frustrating yes, but you are worthy of that. Every struggle, frustration and mistake, every bit of your love is worth all of that. I want you to see that Si, your actual true worth rather than what some psychotic fucker decided to torture you with"

"Boys, workin' on empty. Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat? I just think about my baby, I'm so full of love I could barely eat"

"Si?"

"Yes, Sunshine?"

"I love you" You whispered after smothering him in a plethora of kisses. Never has anything made Simon melt more in his life than his wife say that. Doesn't matter how long it's been, how much the both of you have been through or how much frustration the both of you were going through..

It will always stay the same, the feeling those three words give him, like the first time, every moment feels that way. Familiar, finally.. Home.

"There's nothing sweeter than my baby I'd never want once from the cherry tree. 'Cause my baby's sweet as can be, she give me toothaches just from kissin' me"

He always thought about how unfaithfulness was such a struggle between some people, he thought about how good he has it constantly, reflecting back on what he used to have to how now this is something he never thought he'd have or deserve.

"When my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold, dark earth. No grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her"

When a man finds himself in the verge of embracing death's arms, what causes the struggle? What causes him to fight that pain, to keep on going? Not once has this crossed Ghost's mind.

No. He's not Ghost, he's Simon. Your Simon.

And you're expecting your Simon home, fuck everything else, he'll give the biggest "fuck you" to death itself and crawl home to you because he'll be damned and he'll experience everything he has in his life over and over again just to hold you again.

"Boys, when my baby found me I was three days on a drunken sin, I woke with her walls around me. Nothin' in her room but an empty crib and I was burnin' up a fever I didn't care much how long I lived, but I swear I thought I dreamed her. She never asked me once about the wrong I did."

It should matter, the amount of blood on his hands. Not once did you judge him for it, what the fuck was wrong with you? Giving a monster such as him a bath like he was some innocent stray kitten, although this time around it was far more messy. The dried blood caked underneath his finger nails.

Flashing him a tired smile while you wiped off the blood that made the water in the tub a hue of brownish-red. Taking your hand in his, his lips brushing against your knuckles. The way you looked at him was enough to make him cry.

"When my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold, dark earth. No grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her"

"Fucking get up" Simon repeats to himself, "She needs you, she loves you" despite how many times he's convinced himself you didn't due to the voice of his father in his head, it felt like a knife twisting in his heart imagining how it would be for you without him.

How much you cried the night he came home a day later, you told him yourself, practically sobbing while clutching your aching chest and him with your other arm how you weren't ready for Price to show up at your doorsteps holding Simon's belongings.

He won't let that happen.. he can't...

"My babe would never fret none, about what my hands and my body done. If the Lord don't forgive me, I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me"

Simon knew it, no one would ever love him like you do. No one would show him the same acceptance, devotion, care, concern and love. It wasn't healthy to be so attached dependently to someone in love.

He couldn't help it, it felt so right, everything with you did. Never a judgmental one, at least towards him. Always first to hold him, the first to ever take away the heavy guilt that weighed his heart and shoulders down after he'd done something he knows he'll go to hell for, if it's even real

"When I was kissing on my baby and she put her love down soft and sweet In the low lamplight I was free. Heaven and hell were words to me"

Every inch was kissed, not a part wasn't worshiped. "So fuckin' beautiful, so sweet. All for me, hmm?" Simon mumbled against your skin, suckling on the soft sweetness that he so claims. All hickeys, no bruises.

Fuck, he'd not just survive but thrive on just you. No other sustenance, your supple thighs he adores to cover in purple, your neck, your lips and your skin that he often compares to sugar syrup in his head.

"When my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold, dark earth. No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her"

The question was, was it worth it to live an eternity of lifetimes filled with suffer to be with you in at least once? The only answer to ever graze Simon Riley's lips was the word "yes", the day that changes is the day that he'd be the biggest bull-shiter the world has ever known.

Simon opened the door to your shared home, "Daddy!" A loud squeal wakes him up from his dread of what he's seen on the field.

"How's my little sunshine been? 'Ave you been good to your momma while I was gone?" Simon asked, carrying the little girl in his arms.

"Yes! Momma said we'd go to the park tomorrow as a reward for me helping out!" Little one saying it so proudly, Simon couldn't help but smile, beaming with pride as his little girl grows up to be what he recognizes as a good person.

"Simon..? You're finally home, I missed you so much" You said, peeking out the laundry room. You walked out, quick to give him a peck on the lips.

"I love you Si.."

"I love you too Sunshine"

Also this is a very long fic.. I expect long feedback.. @connorsui 👀

Does this make sense? Idk anymore it's like almost midnight and I'm running on a few hours of sleep. GOD MY PROM DRESS LOOKS SO GOOD, I CAN'T WAIT.

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Trying out new dividers as well by @anitalenia

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A Spark To Ignite (Bodyguard!141 x Famous!Reader Preferences) Mild NSFW

Summary: You see each other every day. He works to keep you protected - a perk of your job and his. Occasionally feeling moments of passion and promises of something more between you two are only normal, right?

AN: I've got another bodyguard!AU for the 141 that's more angst based. I'll post that later. I've also got a Price x Escort!Reader in the works plus the end of "Star-crossed in the Crosshairs". Let me know if you have any requests/anything you'd rather see first <3

Content warning: Minors DNI, 18+ only, allusions to sexual tension/arousal, second person, no use of Y/N

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Another notification of being tagged in the same paparazzi image hit your notification inbox, yet you still opened it and shared a giddy grin at the Instagram feed.

You hadn’t been fussed about going running; it was the company rather than the activity that attracted you. But one thing you were certain about the sport was that no one ever looked flattering whilst doing it.

Yet there he was, your Kyle, looking like a model for Sports Direct. He was snapped midstride, his biceps practically rippling in the glow of the morning sun. There was even a hint of his lean washboard torso with the flap of his t-shirt’s raised coyly.

However, his dimpled smile aimed was the main focus of the headline – mainly because it was aimed at you and your equally elated expression. You blamed the euphoria of exercised endorphins but the way the photo was framed (plus the gaudy text declaring it so) made it seem as if you and Kyle were a true couple in love. It looked incredibly staged. Kyle was an “unknown” though so most budding theorists did not support any claims of it being a publicity stunt. Just two lovers out on a jaunty little run together.

You saved then added the photo to the folder of photos that captured you out with your bodyguard and the headlines that (sadly) misidentified him as your new boyfriend.

“Hey Kyle!”

Blending some fruits. His duties did not include head chef but you had long since allowed him access to your kitchen, even storing some of his favourites around the cupboards and fridge in case he fancied a snack.

Your phone was thrust up into his eyeline, you beaming behind it, “Another Pulitzer.”

Abandoning his smoothie temporarily, Kyle cupped his hand around yours to steady your swaying phone.

“They need to up their standards. Taking you for a jog is hardly a date you deserve,” He commented.

“Ooo, do tell: what do I deserve?”

“Well,” Kyle began pouring the smoothie into a glass, “I could go classic, take you to out on the town to a special place only I know about.”

You leaned onto your    elbows, chin resting in your palms, cheeks creased in a cheeky smile. “Mm-hmm.”

“Wine you, dine you, treat you like a deity,” Kyle said as if he was listing off menial tasks on his day to day whilst collecting another glass for the remaining smoothie. “Take you back to mine if you fancied it, another drink whilst we talk the night away and time passing without us noticing.” Graciously, he slid the other one across the countertop, and your fingers locked against his warm ones wrapped against the cool glass. “Then work up a sweat in a whole other way.”

Blinking away the glaze that had coated your eyes, you restrained the urge to gulp back your desire. A fresh breath in your lungs recovered you quickly and you managed to conjure a teasing quip amidst the fog that had settled over your thoughts.

“Think you could keep up with me?” You said before sipping the smoothie.

The sweetness of it countered Kyle’s smirking reply: “You and I both know I can more than handle you.”

“Better train harder then,” You said, proud of yourself for not stumbling over your playful banter, “I’m a catch, so you better be fast enough.”

“Jog, same time tomorrow?”

“Sure.” And, not missing in the reflection of the oven door how Kyle – for a split second – looked you up and down, you did your best not to collapse or squeal during your return to the sitting room.

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Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

You leant against the ropes of the new boxing ring with a panting chest and aching legs. Jellied bones dared to let you collapse to the ground but at least, since your self-defence training had begun, you were lasting the full session rather than just after the warm-up.

“I think we’re done for today! Did good, held your own.” Johnny gave you a hearty slap on your back that almost ricocheted you off the ropes. “I’ve still got a few reps to get in.” He leapt out the ring and swigged from his water bottle, tossing you your own.

“Show-off!” You called out after him, though all in good fun, as you caught your bottle and your breath.

Technically, since you didn’t have anything else to do, you could get a head-start on getting cleaned up. You were in the privacy of your own gym, added at your request so that Johnny could train you better and you could do so without being ogled or papped.

Quite hypocritical it was then, that you lingered in the ring to watch Johnny stack up his weights on either side of the bar (the ones you purchased as part of his perks of working for you).

Your day-job came in handy with pretending to do some cooldown stretches, sipping from and pouring your water bottle over yourself. Well, you were actually doing those things but acting as if they were the only things that occupied your thoughts was the main role you were playing. From the corner of your eye, you observed Johnny squatted with a stack of weights lining each shoulder. God, those arms were practically popping, his thighs bulging with the effort of remaining planted on the floor and folding up and down beneath the hefty set. Mesmerising, you forgot to keep up your pretence by the second load of reps.

It left your lips before you could reconsider for the tenth time: “Bet you couldn’t lift me.”

Soap paused in a deep squat and looked up through his lashes at you. Meeting his steely blue gaze was easier than anticipated but maintaining it as he righted himself and rested the weights back on the rack with a restrained grunt was the difficult part.

At first, you thought maybe his silence was his answer. Then Johnny knelt down and assumed the plank position.

“Get on,” He said, loud and clear.

You still doubted him, “Seriously?”

“You made the bet. Now lie in it.”

As elegantly as possible, you dismounted the ring before making your way over to his side. He showed no signs of tiredness during your journey, nor did he when you balanced yourself across his broad back.

“Ok, ready,” You said, your voice close to wobbling.

And so it began. Up and down, you could feel how his body sustained you through both your and his workout gear. His back muscles rippled beneath you and his elbows kissed yours each time he lowered you both to the floor. Out of nowhere, you began giggling and you couldn’t figure out how to put a stop to it. Giddiness flooded your entire system until you were beyond drunk.

Suddenly, your world tilted and you rolled off onto the mat but Johnny refused you any respite, flipping you over onto your back again, like a pancake.

“I win,” He panted, “What’s my prize?”

Still giggling, you felt your cheeks burning at the sight of him hovering over you, his skin glowing, his chest panting. His unrelenting stare had you locked beneath him, barred between his trunk-like arms. If this was your prison, you’d commit any offence to stay in there. God you were so close you could kiss him-

Nope.

“You finish your workout early so you can have a nice hot shower sooner?” You said, covering your mouth to cough and clear your airways of whatever shit you breathed in to make you even consider making out with your bodyguard. You must’ve looked so daft; you blamed the endorphins. Then you blamed Johnny completely as he started to laugh down at you, sending your thighs quaking as he crawled off you and ordered you to get cleaned up – that he’d be in shortly after as a hint to not use all the hot water. As you drifted back to the bathroom, you tried not to think about him in the shower or how you wanted to offer to scrub him down.

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Simon "Ghost" Riley

“Say the word and I’ll have him removed.”

For a man so stoic and intimidating, Simon sure made you smile a lot. You needed it after that… “interesting” conversation with one of the party’s guests – someone who you knew to be a detractor behind your back.

“It’s fine, really,” You insisted with a winning smile.

Casting a glance over your shoulder where your shadow dutifully remained was a reward you would never be exhausted of. Simon looked so good in his tux. Plus he’d humoured you and worn the silk black mask rather than his usual. You were brimming with privilege at seeing his hair styled beyond the flattened fuzz it would take on after being beneath the balaclava for twenty hours at a time. Even more so, you got to see his tattoos pairing nicely with them like a good bottle of wine.

You could hear the smirk hiding beneath his mask. His veined hands clasped firmly in front of him as he leant close, just his mask separating his lips and your ear.

“We could make a break for it. Ditch these twats. Get a drive-thru.”

He knew you never would agree to it; this gala meant a lot to you. Such a tempting offer though, in such a tempting voice too. His rough tone did nothing but delight you when you heard it. Turning to look at him, you took note of the two mere inches between your face and his.

He continued, “You’ve shown your face long enough.”

“Getting jealous of them stealing my attention?” You asked provocatively.

Simon let out a low laugh, shaking his head fondly with just a hint of patronising, “That’s funny, sweetheart.”

“Well, I’m sure there are plenty of people who are dying to still talk to me.” You gestured with the glass he’d gotten (and checked for any malicious interference) for you around at the room, those who would never have the privilege of being a part of your and Simon’s bubble.

“Just as long as you and everyone else knows that I’m the one who takes you home.”

The implications of that statement swelled in your chest, nestling into your heart like a cat in a warm patch of sunlight. Intently, he looked at your face for your reaction. That was the thing with Simon: always observing, recording every flicker, every possibility in that incredible mind of his. You were certain he could see into your soul with those all-seeing eyes. He kept you safe, kept you on your toes, kept you happy.

But the bubble burst before you could hit back and you abruptly checked yourself back into work mode. The person who’d spoken loud enough to bring you back down to Earth didn’t seem to notice your slip up. You, however, were more than acutely aware of Simon’s lingering presence at your side. So close the hairs on your arm extended on goosebumps, coaxing and begging to touch him.

As you were once again left alone, you found yourself stifled by your need to be nearer to Simon and quickly decided the alcohol was to blame. “I need the bathroom.”

“This way.” His hand grazing the small of your back had an impact tripled, but you managed to submit it to travelling through your nose, rather than gasping out your mouth. But you were certain that Simon had caught you. He never missed a thing.

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John "Bravo Six" Price

After shaking hands again with the presenter and declaring a few thanks to the crew, you were guided straight to the dressing room by Price. You took off your own microphone and handed it to him, which he immediately passed to a nervous stagehand. Your name in Arial font on an A4 sheet of paper greeted you from the dressing room door.

Sometimes you needed that extra time to decompress and he knew before you did more often than not. Today was not one of those days, though you did request to stop and pick up the bouquet that had been there to welcome you in when you first arrived. It was so large, your favourites blooming in the dew-dropped cellophane, that you had trouble waving to the folks who’d stuck around at the barrier, Price’s arms keeping you walking and guiding you towards the car.

For your safety, you had to go in the back where the tinted windows offered you a hint of privacy. It was a thorn in your side though. You longed to sit beside Price as he fought playfully with you over the music, grumbled with the directions his phone offered, collected your drive-in order. Then maybe your daydream of being his partner could have a little more to stand on.

A true gentleman as well as your protector, Price walked you up to the house and let you set up your evening meal while he made final checks to secure your house again. Normality for you was hearing him walk around and jiggle door handles and returning only when he was certain none had been tampered with and your cameras were fully functioning.

“Anything else you need from me before I leave for the night?” He asked, standing at ease in front of you.

You gestured to the bouquet you were cradling like a baby, “Thank you for the flowers.”

His brows furrowed for a split second then a sheepish smile smoothed out the lines in his forehead, highlighting his eyes instead.

“You caught me,” He said quietly, sparing a look at the flowers he asked the host to order for you, then back at you.

Squinting mischievously, you asked, “Were you really hiding it?”

“I suppose not.” He let his smile soften and dull. Back to business. Yet you could’ve sworn he glanced at your mouth before he asked, “Anything else you need?”

Your heart yearned to beg him to stay and tell you what else he did behind the scenes without a hint of expecting more, so that you could show him how much you cared in an appropriately equal response. His favourite whiskey perhaps for when he was off duty, or one day doing something together that he wanted to do so it wasn’t just looking after you. It was more than that, the job. He’d told you so. But you didn’t want to just be a job to him.

Quietly, you maintained your decorum, “No, thank you.”

John nodded his head, “Of course.”

It was as he was about to cross the threshold when you started to ask, “Do you-”

Not even three words made it out before Price whipped around, already returning to where he’d stood before. You could feel your lungs struggling under the strain of maintaining steady breathing at the gesture, suspending all the blood in your face (and maybe your groin). It stopped your question in its path, as if it was waiting until Price was listening attentively (he always was for you).

“Yes?” He prompted, his voice soft as if to coax you out of your hideout.

Fidgeting with the bouquet still, you cleared your throat and began again, “Do you want to join me, for dinner?”

Price’s hands, now at his sides, tapped on his thighs thrice before he said, “Two conditions.”

“Name them.”

Perhaps you said that a little too quickly because it made him laugh, which only made things worse for you. You had a real weakness for that laugh.

“You teach me whatever you’re planning on making, and you let me help you make it.”

Your heart accelerated and you dismissed his with a smile and a slight self-deprecating remark to soften the weight of this decision you were both making: “It’s nothing special.”

“Those are my terms,” Price insisted. His eyes creased as a smile grew on his face, more beautiful than the flowers forgotten the second you placed them into the vase. But at least it gave you to excuse to look away and gather your expression into something more collected as you ordered him to go and wash his hands.

[kingchroma]

Haii,i see your request are open-!

If not trouble can i request reader with johan seong going to the animal expo, with eden and miro of course.Then the reader want to adopt a brown bunny because it looks like johan.. 🥺

That's it, then thank you for reconsidering to write this request for me, heres a flowers for you 🐯🫸💐

animal expo

࿇ summary. johan goes to an animal expo with you—there, he sees his unlikely twin. ࿇ pairing. johan x reader

࿇ word count. 1k ࿇ disclaimer. first time writing johan so if it's a bit ooc, i apologize! also this is set after hunt for gun where he's living a.. somehow normal life! ࿇ author's note. thank you for requesting and for having the patience of a saint! i've been busy irl so writing has been off the table for a bit. but i'll tend to requests, feel free to drop by my inbox!

It started with a promise—and a hoping Johan.

With pleading eyes, he showed you a flyer for a local animal expedition. It was a well-made graphic that would obviously catch any animal lover’s attention—and Johan was no stranger to pets, having his in the form of Eden and Miro.

You knew that he wanted to go and you would go with him, given that he finishes the pending homework that he had—and it stacked up quite a bit.

Now that his life was getting better—his mom by his side, seeing well; back with friends who care about him, actually attending school—you wanted to give him a small treat for being so hardworking.

And what more can you give to an animal lover like Johan, other than visiting an animal expo that oh so conveniently happened on a weekend?

He managed to finish his homework that week and you, being the good partner he had, checked it for him—made sure he was listening if he had mistakes and whatnot.

Johan managed to persevere and overcome all homework that served as hurdles that week, and so he was rewarded with going to the local animal expo.

The convention center was filled with animals of all kinds and in different breeds. Johan was excited in bringing Eden and Miro to the point that he was pointing at everything and anything at once, even letting the two dogs interact with other pets. You don’t complain though, because it makes you so happy to see that childlike wonder on his face—boyish grin that anyone had rarely seen.

His eyes were sparkling too, full of life as the two of you, as well as Eden and Miro, walked around to see things that the expo had offered.

“That looks nice,” he points at a product from one of the booths inside the convention center—businessmen who loved their animals to the point that they created products for them to make them look and feel better. “Are you interested in our product?” The owner of the booth asks, and it makes Johan a little surprised.

He overcame his initial shyness to ask more about the product—him and the owner conversing as you listen to the technicalities. Eden was smelling the products, while Miro was certainly interested in interacting with the other dogs that lingered in the center.

Johan eventually gets the products—he got sales-talked real hard, but he swears to you that the outcome is promising: a shiny coat of fur for both his loving dogs.

“Look at the hamsters!” you point to him, seeing how they all looked so fluffy while running on their wheels or eating seeds. “They’re so small, it’s a bit scary to take care of one,” he says thoughtfully, leaning towards one of the cages, his finger sliding in to gently rub the hamster’s head.

You mimic his actions, the owner of the stall even giving you both seeds to feed the hamsters. “Makes sense,” you reply to him, a smile on your face as the hamster happily takes the seed from you. “You’ve always loved the dogs more though.”

And it’s not a bad thing—not at all. There was just that palpable happiness in his eyes whenever he takes care of his own canines, even if he encounters a stray dog too.

The two of you continue looking around the expo, even leaving Eden and Miro at a play pen with other dogs for them to interact. “Are you having fun?” you look up to your lover, who was still amazed at the things that he was seeing and hearing at the expo.

He doesn’t respond, but you know that the answer was more than a yes.

After pointing at several items, conversing with experts and dog lovers alike, the two of you stop at a booth where they were hosting pets for adoption.

While Johan isn’t capable of adopting another one at the moment, you, on the other hand, eye a bunny.

It had brown fur—fluffy, which made you want to run your hands on it and play, scratch its ears to please the adorable thing. It was a little shy as you looked at it in its cage, quietly eating—big eyes nibbling on the carrots.

It reminds you of someone.

And that someone is just standing beside you, looking and petting the other animals.

“Can I take a look of this bunny please?” you ask the keeper, who was also the owner of the booth, who nods and enthusiastically shows you the bunny. It was shy at first, but it was so endearing how it leans against your touch as you started being so fond of it.

How hard was it to take care of a bunny?

You had no idea, but seeing how it started to resemble Johan in your eyes, you feel the same wave of caring and protectiveness over it.

“I want to adopt the bunny,” you tell Johan, who doesn’t get a word out of his mouth as you raise the bunny beside his face—both of them sporting surprised looks on their faces. You wanted to laugh at how similar they both looked—how they both had the same shade of brown, fluffy too.

“What?” he asks, surprised as he looks at you and then at the bunny, gently getting it from your hands to his.

He wasn’t sure how to take care of a bunny—doesn’t know how to in the first place—but he was the type to step up to take care of animals, and he’s sure Eden and Miro would love another addition to the family, even if it wasn’t a dog.

Johan gently pets the rabbit. “Why did you want it?” he asks, genuinely curious.

“It looks like you,” you respond, eyes slowly softening at the sight of Johan and his little twin. “I wanna take care of it like how I take care of you.”

That bit alone was enough for him to say yes, and he can’t help but laugh quietly at your response.

“I think I’m a lot cuter though,” he argues, eyes flitting towards you.

“Both of you are adorable,” you argue right back. “So you’re okay with the bunny?”

“Yeah,” he nods.

“Let’s adopt it.”

[empresskaze]

For jay/vik - could you write an allergic vik who has a reaction to a new scent on Jayce but when asked about it vik finds out it’s Mel’s perfume 👀 and vik is trying to be shitty at Jayce but is being assaulted by fits and Jayce is just so concerned and confused why vik is mad

Love your work!!

ok back to the lab inbox again. Combining these two since they're very similar!

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"So you finally decided to join me today?" Viktor said dryly as he heard the door to the lab open behind him.

His partner muttered a reply which he didn't quite catch, something along the lines of "Won't happen again" which was an outright lie.

Jayce plopped himself down into his chair, rubbing his head with his hand. "What are you working on?" He asked tiredly.

"Same thing for the past week, which you'd know if..."

"Ok, Viktor, I get it." Jayce said, scooting his chair over to the blueprints. "Catch up me."

Viktor spent the next few minutes going over all the calculations he'd been running, by himself he added, as Jayce made notes, nodded, and began working on his own equations.

"Thanks, V." He smiled at Viktor, who turned away before the blush appeared that burned his face.

Both began their work again, but Viktor found himself needing to clear his throat more as it had suddenly gone dry. Also, his nose itched, and no amount of casual rubbing seemed to subdue it.

Roughly 30 minutes later when Jayce asked him to pass over a wrench, Viktor had silently stifled at least five or six sneezes.

"You okay?" Jayce was immediately next to him seeing how red and watery his partners eyes were.

"Of course." Viktor snapped, wiping his eyes again with the back of his hand. "Something in the lab is...just..." He pitched forward again stifling three in a row.

"In the lab?" Jayce looked around, but nothing was on the burners, and he hadn't noticed anything upon entering. "You sure?" But the look Viktor flashed him made him regret asking that. "Sorry." Jayce put his hands up defensively.

Viktor's breath continued to hitch incessantly before a harsh sneeze finally escaped him.

"Bless you." Jayce said handing him a handkerchief.

Viktor barely had enough time to register it before another itch sneeze ripped from the back of his throat. Handkerchief cupped over his nose and mouth he stifled a few more before finally getting a chance to breathe.

Sniffling he looked up at Jayce with weary eyes. "It's you." He said then pushed back on his stool, wheeling away from his partner.

"What?" Jayce looked down at himself then back to Viktor, taking a few steps forward but halted as Viktor put more space inbetween them. "What do you even mean?"

Viktor blew his nose and then rubbed it, "Whatever is causing all this nonsense is because of you. I was fine until you showed up." He ran a finger under his eye, wiping away more tears.

Jayce pulled a face, but then his eyes widened. "Oh. Oh! Oh shit, hah." He broke into a smile, shaking his head. "You must be allergic to Mel's per...." He stopped mid sentence, "Mmmyyyyy cologne, yeah, new cologne." Jayce averted his eyes. "Won't wear it again, promise, I'll uh... go change." He added as Viktor began sneezing again.

After the fit finally passed, Viktor managed to push himself up, exiting the lab to get some air. With Jayce gone, the scent that had started all this faded.

Leaning against the rail near the window, Viktor stared out at Piltover.

Mel's perfume? Great.

[rosesradio]

last one and then i promise i'll stop flooding your inbox (for now) ((maybe)), for the Halloween drabble event! jercy where one of them comes back from a dangerous quest, Halloween related or not, and they hadn't been able to reach each other by IM or anything the whole time. in my mind it's a smutty reunion but i never say no to fluff so however you're feeling!! thanks for doing this, i live off jercy content

Percy kissed him. He kissed him because he wanted to. Because he needed to.

Even though he knew he shouldn't.

But who is he to deny what they both want?

Jason had emerged from the woods two hours prior, back from a dangerous quest that had taken five days. Everything had went smoothly—at least, as smoothly as things could go, anyway. The son of Jupiter was still left with bruises and gashes that would likely become scars. Upon finding him, Percy had immediately helped him back to his own cabin (Jason found a lot more comfort in the Poseidon cabin than his own). He had him use his shower, leaving some of his own clothes as he knew how much he liked wearing them. He brought a plate from the dining hall, allowing Jason to eat without the other campers bothering him about his quest. He patched up his wounds, pressing kisses to his skin between sweet words in a low voice.

It wasn't Percy's intention to wind Jason up. He honestly thought that was the least of either of their priorities.

That is, until Jason's eyes fluttered to a close as Percy pressed feather-soft kisses along his neck. He put his plate and cup aside, wrapping his arms around Percy's neck.

"Gods, I missed you," Jason started shakily. "Can I have…can I have more, please?"

Percy wasn't sure why, though the way Jason asked for sex was so gentle and sweet, it was almost hard to tell that was what he was asking for. Percy was gentle as well, of course (unless Jason asked him not to be), though he was also blunt. Still, Percy knew what he was asking for.

"Are you sure?" Percy asked, shifting with desire, his kisses becoming more open-mouthed on his skin. "I didn't mean to make it seem…I just wanted to take care of you. I mean, I'm down, of course, but….we probably shouldn't while you're injured…"

"I'm sure," Jason replied softly. "I mean, I can't do anything too crazy, but…I want you. I really missed you. Missed your voice…your hands…your cock…"

He said that last part so faintly, Percy almost missed it. Thank the gods he didn't.

"Gods, Jace," Percy breathed, pulling Jason into his lap. He laid the son of Jupiter down, straddling his hips. "You look like an angel, all laid out for me…"

And he kissed him. He was sure he shouldn't. He was sure they should have both waited until the next day, when Jason could take more ambrosia. When Percy grasped his hip, Jason winced, and Percy realized there was a healing bruise there.

Even so, whatever Jason wanted, he would get.

Percy would touch him carefully, winding him up in all his favorite ways. He'd finger him slowly, in no rush to get to the main event. He'd watch Jason unravel, watch his eyes darken as pants and moans escaped spit-slick lips.

And when he'd finally push inside him, Percy would steal himself, reeling himself in despite the tight heat of Jason that tended to make him spiral. He would do everything according to what Jason wanted, momentarily a toy of his own making entirely for the son of Jupiter. That's all he could want.

They would finally finish, Jason arching and grasping the sheets in that always-familar, never-forgettable way. Then, Percy would clean him off, wrapping him in warm blankets and holding him close. He would listen for the sound of his breathing evening out. Then, and only then, Percy would fall asleep alongside him.

Jason might have been raised by wolves, though Percy would be his loyal dog, always and forever.

[thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch]

Taglist...?!

...Its more likely than you think!

hello hello and welcome to once again me trying to broadcast my most recent long wip feat. zhongli! (currently 29k words) I've only blabbed about it a bazillion times, but this here is my house so I'll blab about it a bazillion and one times if i must!

when the first TEASER for Of Soulmates and Humans was published, a few people asked to be on a taglist for when I eventually post it!

at the end of this post, i'll have a list of the those who asked to be added, and after that all I need is answers! (scary ik, but stick with me here)

if i've tagged you, then all i ask is if you wish to be removed from the future taglist for whatever reason, lack of interest in genshin, impatience with me (orz), or any other reason at all, just let me know so when the draft is finally done and I start the posting process, I won't be needlessly tagging anyone who doesn't want to be!

and inversely, if you still wish to be added then you can interact or reply under post! or this is your first time even hearing about this taglist, then do with this information as you will lol

my inbox is always open as well as replies on the teaser and this post!

tldr; zhongli's Of Soulmates and Humans will have a taglist for anyone who wants to be on it. if you do? let me know! if you don't anymore? also let me know!

🔅 TAGS FROM THE OG POST BTC 🔅

@witheringblooddemon @arminsarlerts @kurinneko @wraithisd3adinside @uniquecutie-puffs @pranabefall

I promise im doing my best to get this stupid draft done im just very busy :(

[valeisaslut]

val! just dropping by to make sure you're looking after yourself. and be honest or i'll know. have you hydrated? eaten something? listened to your favourite song lately? gone outside and let the sun warm your face? bought yourself flowers? splurged on something you've been eyeing for weeks? told your favourite person you loved them? yes? no? do it and do it now! between writing collide and replying to our messages (+500?? eek, i'm sorry for sending this one now), and also being in uni, i worry about you. which is insane because we're strangers. but damn i do!! don't forget to sit in the quiet moments of life whenever you can and find peace there. and good luck on your exam. you're going to ace it. i'm sending out all the good vibes into the universe for it.

and if it helps, here's a forehead kiss for you. might take a while to reach you, with all this distance to cross. but it's on its way. i promise. take care, love. truly.

x asha 🤍

asha my love. i don’t even know where to begin. this message just tackled me to the floor, wrapped me in a soft blanket, put on my favorite playlist, and kissed my forehead so gently it made time stop. you asking me all those questions like a guardian angel with a clipboard and a warm mug of tea in hand 😭

truthfully? i’ve been running on stress, red bull, and pure vibes lately. exam on monday, inbox flooded like the titanic, still knee-deep in polishing part 3 until it bleeds perfect. BUT—this? this reminded me to pause. to breathe. to put the laptop down and maybe, idk, touch grass. or at least open a window. 😭

thank you for seeing me. thank you for the good vibes, the check-in, and the forehead kiss that i did feel, actually. it’s somewhere between my eyebrows now. permanently.

i’m holding this message close to my heart for when everything feels overwhelming. thank you, thank you, thank you. i hope the universe brings you all the gentleness you bring others.

love you deeply. always. x val 🤍

[monstrouslyobsessed]

life updates and then some

oh dear, i've been gone for quite a long while, huh? i'm so, so sorry and i really, REALLY do appreciate all of your concerns and sweet messages! it's heartwarming to know that my works are still being loved even in my absence. yall deserves some explanations so ima get right in it.

mild cw ahead: bizarre financial abuse (?), depression, and nongraphic medical concerns.

these past few months were pretty rough, especially with the financial aspects, personal matters, and my health, both mental and physical, had been going downspiral to the point that my writing had become complete nonexistent and that i lowkey hated every word i put down. i won't get into too much of details, but the short of it, an estranged family member (and trust when i say they are estranged for very good reasons) pulled a fast one via some kind of legal fraud (???), which hurts my financial situation and impacted my ability to pay bills. im still a huge wtaf over it, i won't lie, but it is something getting sorted out atm via official and legal means (fun times to be had!!!). im incredibly lucky to be living with a very understanding person though who also got very angry on my behalf so don't worry about my current living situation.

health wise, doctors found something wrong with one of my organs but they couldn't determine the issue. since then, life had been a struggle.

with my health was the first thing to start for me, it's nothing fatal or too life altering, fairly mild imo (so say i with stupidly high pain tolerance, apparently), but it's kind of something i need to keep aware of with my consumption. but boy tis was not fun living with discomforts with my own body for a while. rest just fell into places afterward, unfortunately, but that's how the life go--you'll always have your ups and downs, just cherish the present while you can.

anyway, i can't promise i'll be posting regularly again given my situation(s), not as on a semi-frequent schedule, which absolutely does make me sad because i really do love making monsterfucker contents, not just for myself but for you lovely readers as well. hopefully i'll be back sooner than later. that said…

i do have a super overdue commission i'm going to post very soon! just got one last scene to get through (it's currently at 8.1k words....!) and get it edited and make it pretty--and bam! it'll be done and posted. so do look forward to that, at least.

heck, i'll leave yall with this teaser line at the start of the final scene!

“Let us give them quite a show, hm?”

just gonna...get through pron writing lmao <3 yet again, thank you all so very much for caring and i really do miss you and your kind words. please take care of yourselves, lovelies!

in the meantime, i'm going to clean out my blog a bit and i'll try to reply some of your asks later too. if you have anything random, asking for advice, or anything related to my ocs or my aus, ask away. my inbox is always open for yall <3

[sky-swimmer]

helloo it's me grassthehopper!! unfortunately i cant figure out how to change my secondary blog into primary blog 😔 but i believe you could still follow me there @grassthehopper also im so glad you really liked apple cider by beabadoobee for your devzel fic so i've come with more songs that i relate to devzel in general hehe 🙂‍↕️ - harvey by her's: a lot of ppl already made the connection but istg this is literally their song!! its super catchy and cute, and it goes well with hazel's name too - no.1 party anthem by artic monkeys: specifically the part "sunglasses indoors" which is so dev lmao but also the yearning vibe of this song fits so well with them!! - bags by clairo: its the hesistance of waiting for the other, longing stolen glances, along with heavy bags to deal with, ...yeah - forwards beckon rebound by adrianne lenker: basically the course of their friendship that pulls and pushes, every improvement of their bond has its setbacks but with a promise of an intimate connection. at least, to my interpretation anyway😗 - bonus song that reminds of my baby hazel: teenage girl by cherry glazerr this is already pretty long so i'll stop there haha oops.. i apologize for the particularly long ask 😅

HELLO GRASSTHEHOPPER!!! Thank you so much for finding me here! And I'm so SO sorry about the delayed reply. I had such a busy Christmas season, and then I wanted to listen to what you suggested so I could give my thoughts on it!

First of all, yes I'm still reeling about apple cider, and I LOVED EVERYTHING ELSE I JUST LISTENED TO. TIME FOR OVER ANALYSIS UNDER THE CUT

1. Harvey by hers: Yeah, so when the chorus came on???

"Harvey, Nobody knows what I see, Nobody knows I'm waiting, Waiting for you to call"

MY SOUL LEVITATED OUT OF MY BODY. Immaculate choice!!! Sobbing and screaming. The yearning AKAKSKSKSJDJHHDHDJ THE YEARNING

2. No.1 Party Anthem: the yearning again but also just the vibes... AgH. The hype title of the song and the juxtaposition of the actual melody and lyrics... It's like... feeding me. Idk the intent of the song, but to me it almost gives an underlying sense of hopelessness / dread about your feelings, but forcing yourself to go through the motions because you know you can't outrun it. Which for Hazel and Dev??? 😭🤧 I can't even go there. Realizing you have feelings for your friend is not always great, especially if you're scared of losing what you have, or you think the other person won't like you back.

3. Bags by clairo: AIGHT- love it. As you mentioned, yearning, but also agshshd there's so much uncertainty in the song and waiting for the other person to make a move, waiting for the other person to figure out you like them so they can decide what to do about it iejfjrjfjrjfjrbgfh I AM GOBBLING IT UP. Devzel coded ofc!! The awkward pining stage yesyes

4. Forwards beckon rebound: oKAY I am living for your words on it. I love the push and pull of their friendship... And yes omg the lyrics to me also lean into eventually opening yourself up to someone and allowing yourself to trust them, even if it's scary or difficult I just- no explanation needed as to why that's so cute for Devzel *sobs* you've wounded me greatly. I love it.

5. Teenage girl by cherry glazerr: *eats this delicious morsel.* This is such a fun and goofy song I LOVE it for Hazel!!! Yes yes. Immaculate choices all of themm

And also NEVER apologize for a long ask. Each word adds 10 years to my lifespan. I love that you took the time to share all this with me 😭😭😭 especially after I said I was in a drought of Devzel / ANW hc songs!!! And I loved all your choices!! I had never heard any of them but they're all going into my playlist freak yes 😤😤💪💪💪💪 THANK YOU THIS WAS LITERALLY SUCH A WONDERFUL MESSAGE TO RECEIVE IN MY INBOX

Omw to follow you rn!!!! 🚨🚨 More fop content on my feed!!!!

[this-is-krikkit]

Hi Sunshine ☀️

Hope you'll get well soon!

For the character ask game: we all know how much you love Hange, but how about 3, 11, 13, 21 & 25 for Levi?

*smooch*

hey Val, i am so sorry this got lost in my inbox somehow!! thank you much too late for the well wishes btw, much appreciated!

send me some character asks! (and i'll reply in more timely fashion i promise 🫣)

3. least favorite canon thing about this character?

how little canon ackerman lore we really got, and how him and mikasa basically just went "oh so we're related huh" and moved on when their relationship was so much more complicated than that?? it just annoyed me that it felt like a bit of an afterthought and that was like, kind of how hange's death was really just a plot point to get armin to become commander... i'm annoyed about it ok!!

11. would you date this character?

nope! i'd love to help him sort out whatever love life he may want to have with anyone else (coughs hange or hange AND erwin coughs), but i wouldn't date him myself. i already have a tiny badass brunette in my life i love more than words can say 😁 (gross i know)

13. what's an emoji, an emoticon and/or any symbol that reminds you of this character or you think the character would use a lot?

obviously, he reminds me of: 🐈‍⬛ and i think he would use... none?? my modern AU hc of this guy is that he doesn't even know where they are, he can barely text and spends most of his time grumbling that back in his days phones were made to make calls and not "send each other taktoks all day long." i also find it hilarious to imagine him one day accidentally opening the emoji keyboard and having no idea how to revert back, and the vet groupchat, at the other end of those texts, laughing their asses off at that (once they figure out it's a technical issue and he's not having a goddamn stroke yk)

21. if you're a fic writer and have written for this character, what's your favorite thing to do when you're writing for this character? what's something you don't like?

i love to make him say something rude with a very gentle gesture and/or concomittant thought to contrast it, and have the other character he's talking to either understand that's just his way of showing affection, or be really confused if they don't know him well. i'm not projecting!! (i may be a lil)

i don't like to write him upset or sad because i feel like i'm making him sound moppy and whiny every single time, which he isn't by nature. i just.. edit those specific parts a lot bc i'm terrified of make him sound off key 🫣🥹

25 what was your first impression of this character? how about now?

i thought he was very cool but kind of overdoing it with the jumping around, you know? now, though... now, he's my precious acrobatic baby gorl and we love a Show Off king in this house, so go off humanity's stuntiest, salto your way into slaughtering those monsters!!!

[inkwell-illustrations]

♡Hello, fwiendy-wends!!♡

Hi!! You can call me: Charlotte/Paul/Inkwell I’m a bi demisexual gender-fluid autistic Starkid and doctor who fan

About me

I love Starkid, 🎶lm a pokotho devotee🎶I’m a wannabe actress, and writer! And full time theatre kid and self shipper I am autistic and very against ABA therapy #stoptheshock

Here I post my writing, incorrect quotes, and some of my ship children and ocs. I'm only really into Starkid and doctor who at the moment so that's all I'll be posting about for now! Please tag me in any posts involving Paulkotho, or Paul Matthewes or Mr. Ring A Ding. My Inbox is always open feel free to ask me anything! Hope you all have a good day <3

I have really bad social anxiety, it might take me a while to respond to an ask/DM so pls don't take it personally if I take a while to respond or stop replying talking online & in real life is just very emotionally draining for me its nothing personal I promise

DO NOT ASK ME FOR MONEY

Stuff & Characters I like:

Starkid musicals

🩵Mr. Ring A Ding🩵

♡Paul Matthews♡ (he's my husband guys, trust!)

The Hatchetfield series

The Art Of Murder

Pokotho

Dead Boy Detectives

Epic The Musical

Hazbin Hotel (I don’t support vivziepop)

Plushies

SML

Doctor Who

Ships I like

Paulkotho (Paul x Pokotho)

Payneland (Edwin x Charles)

Catwin (Edwin x The Cat King)

Huskerdust (Husk x Angel)

Chaggie (Vaggie x Charlie)

Tatibarb (Barb x Tatiana)

Macnacross (John x Wilbur)

Chai Coffee (Ted x Paul)

Agathario (Agatha x Rio)

Tadmore (Ella x Tadius)

Gelphie (Glinda x Elphaba)

Deadpool x Wolverine

Rose x Karen (SML)

Brooklyn T. Guy x Marvin (SML)

The Scarecrow x The Tin Man

Jason x Richie

Tags:

Talking Tag: Charlotte Says Some Stuff

Incorrect Quote Tag: Incorrect Inkwell Quotes

Stimboard Tag: Inkwell Stimboards

Moodboard Tag: Inkwell Moodboards

Writing tag: Inkwell Publications

Venting Tag: inkwell vents I tend to sad post, so if you don't want to see that just block it!

Links:

hatchetfeild rp/oc blog: @i-fucking-hate-clivesdale

Pokotho rp blog: @the-singular-voice

Incorrect Quote blog: @incorrect-inkwell-quotes

Fictionkin blog: @i-dont-like-musicals

Writing blog: @inkwell-publications (I take requests there now)

Moodboard blog: @inkwell-moodboards

Selfshipping blog: @inkwell-selfships

AU Blog: @spawns-of-the-lords-in-black

Hatchetfield fankid week: @hatchetfield-fankid-week

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Pinterest account

Pronouns page

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Requests something!!

stimboard & moodboard requests

writing requests

Starkid bracelet requests

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DNI LIST: homophobes/transphobes, ableists, racists, proshippers, sexists, pedophiles, Nazis Melissa and officer Bailey defenders (Melissa is a canon abuser and Bailey assaulted Paul no one should be defending those abusers) etc. And people who ship: Paul x Melissa,

also please don't talk about or make any references to Hey Melissa or Melissa herself. Its a big trigger for me! if you send any asks about about HM/tag my posts as HM then you'll be blocked!! I don't want that anywhere on my blog! that episode is a huge trigger for me and I would appreciate if you'd respect that! (That being said I still sometimes make posts just venting out how much I hate the episode and calling out Melissa for her abusive actions and Melissa fans for supporting her)

Mutuals if you can please tag anything related to: Hey Melissa/Melissa, Paulissa, Jatherine, religion, with: #Inkwell don't look

Cool people! 💖

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@marvelmaniac715

@pixelated-glitter

@ethereal-bumble-bee

@pavl-art

@thegirlwholikesmusicals

[ahgasegotarmy116]

Semantic Error | A Jeon Jungkook Series | Chapter 4

Based off of Semantic Error (bl) by J Soori Summary: Jungkook asks to spent time with y/n as friends Pairing: Techie inexperienced fem!reader x Artist fuck boy Jungkook Word Count: 1.2k~ Warnings: Nothing really, Jungkook is just being annoying and flirty a/n: This is just a tiny bite of the story since I haven't updated it in almost 5 days... oops. I'm spending time at my sister's house for the next few days but I should be able to work on posting more on Monday :) Read from the beginning

Days after my reconciliation with Jungkook I find myself thinking of the possibility of asking him if he would consider working on the game with me again but that would require me to swallow my pride. I'm not really in favor of that option so I decide to wait until he brings it up... if he brings it up.

I could always put up a flyer in the visual arts department asking if anyone would be interested in joining. I'm saying it here and now, I will never crawl back to him, if he sees that I'm still looking for a designer and ends up being interested then he can beg me to be a part of the project again. 

Either way as long as I get a new one by the end of the week then I don't care who I work with. As long as they have a good work ethic and their character design doesn't suck and they can keep to deadlines and... well maybe it might be a bit harder to find someone to fit the bill than I thought it would, knowing that people tend to be very unreliable and unpredictable creatures. I don't want to go through what I went through with Hana cancelling on me again. I guess the only way to really try to find someone is let people know about it.

Calculating all the pros and cons of what the result might be depending on my methods I decide fliers with my contact information would be my best bet. I'll just place it on some sort of bulletin board and hope for the best. If that doesn't work I'll resort to some sort of digital announcement. Opening the program I plan to use I notice that I've received a friend request on sns. Pulling it up I'm greeted with a follow request from Jungkook which I find strange but I accept it nonetheless. Soon after I get a DM from him in my inbox. 

'Hey pretty, I didn't realize you had social media, I guess this means we're friends now that we're following each other :)' I roll my eyes at his pathetic excuse at flirting.

'Last I checked you followed me, I haven't followed you yet' I say putting him in his place.

'Yet ;)' shit I should've just ignored him. 

'Come on y/n just follow me, I promise my account isn't some narcissistic blog or anything, plus next time we see each other I want to take a picture with you and post it! I like posting pictures of my friends!' he says and I can feel his smile through the phone and I roll my eyes at the thought.

'You have to ask for my consent before posting anything' I reply ultimately giving into him since there's no harm done with clicking a single button. 

'Okay I got it. Hey can we meet up in the library tomorrow? I wanted to spend some time with you. I know you end up spending a lot of time in there anyways so I just thought that maybe we could study together, especially since we taking Chinese together' he says waiting for my permission to give him another place to annoy me in.

'What makes you think I would want to study with you?' I say hoping to brush him off.

'y/n I'm your TA , I've see all of the work you've turned in' he teases.

'What's that supposed to mean?' I ask offended at what he's implying.

 'It means that you write like a child. Plus your accent when you speak isn't the best either. I could tutor you if you'd like ;)' he responds, simultaneously offering his help while also insulting me. 

'Pass' I say frustrated with his attitude.

'I'm sorry I didn't mean it, I just like thinking about what you might look like while you're responding to me. You probably have your brows pinched together looking utterly offended and maybe even blushing from embarrassment' 

'I'm not embarrassed!' I retort.

'Why don't you look in the mirror pretty, I've got you blushing without even being there don't I' I get up frustrated, determined to prove him wrong but to my disgust I see my cheeks with a light dusting of pink. 

'Fuck you' I reply indirectly confirming his suspicions.

"Anyway do you want to meet after the class you have after Chinese?' he suggests.

'Aren't you in that class too?' I question annoyed by the memory of him taking my spot for the second time that day.

'No I dropped the class, there was no way I was gonna stay in it and bring down my gpa, I just wanted to annoy you for a bit' he admits.

'Do you have another class after Chinese?' I ask curious as to what he'll do while I'm in class.

'Oh no I'm done for the day after that :)' he sends

'So you're just gonna wait around for me until my hour and a half class ends and then spend even more time studying together? Don't you have something better to do with your life?' I question, confused as to why he would do that. 

'Not really, I just wanna spend some time with you. I wanna be friends remember?' he send with no hesitation.

Is this what friends do for each other? Waste a whole day waiting for your class to finish just to then tutor them afterwards just because you want to 'spend time with them'?

'You Jeon Jungkook are an enigma' I respond not bothering to acknowledge his continued efforts to establish a friendship with me for some odd reason. 

'Thank you? Anyways what's your answer pretty?' he prods, not satisfied with my evasion of his proposition. 

'First off stop calling me that, second I'll be there from 3-6 are you prepared to stay for that long?' I question trying to get him to rescind his invitation. 

'Yep, I'll make sure to clear my schedule, see you then pretty ;)'

I groan audibly at his antics and close out the app. I guess this whole flyer situation can wait until tomorrow since he's given me a splitting headache from all of this. Who knows maybe he'll bring up the game tomorrow so I won't have to make them or swallow my pride, therefore making him come crawling back to me since he seems so eager to spend time with me. 

Taking a deep breath to clear my mind I decide to go to bed early to prepare myself for the mystery this is to be my day tomorrow. My days used to be the same week to week, month to month through out my life with minor changes to my class schedules since I've been in college but ever since Jeon Jungkook decided to walk into my life it has been anything but ordinary.

I'm used to scheduling things down to the very minute and that has worked well for me. It's set me up for success in my schooling but also as an adult. My life is what some people might call boring but I find peace in my calculated existence. Whereas Jeon Jungkook rolls with the punches and lives in chaos. My world is in black and white and his is in color, my life is routine and his life is creative. Why has someone like him taken an interest in me when I'm the exact opposite. Why can't he just leave me alone? I guess the real question I should be asking is why can't I get him out of my head? 

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there are some specific things i want to write about in regards to headcanons and worldbuilding in SOD but because there are multiple things, i'm having a hard time landing on where to start and then remembering that i do, in fact, want to write about them.

so, to tempt my brain into doing the thing with the promise of dopamine from external validation, here's a little list of some of the topics i've wanted to touch on. feel free to reply with what you'd like to see most. also, an open invitation to send me other worldbuilding or plot questions to my inbox! i can't guarantee when or if i'll get to them, but i'll make sure to hold onto them!

sith names and titles, as in what they are, and when and why they are given. i.e., why do some sith lords keep their given names (zash -> darth zash), and why do others take on/are given new ones (darth nox, darth occulus, etc.)

sith tattoos - i've written on this before, so it'd be more of an updated repost

sith pureblood features and beauty standards

jedi training in the old republic era, pre- and post-sacking of coruscant