#but i know light is like The Most popular flight

[boyfeminism]

PUMPKIN PAIR COMPLETE

[jaidens]

imagine bradley falling in love w mavs daughter 🤭🤭🤭 or like them growing up together and js being like hs sweethearts and stuff idk but like JUST IMAGINE 🤭🤭🤭🤭

I was seven and you were nine looked at you like the stars that shine

pairing [s] : bradley bradshaw x mitchell!reader

warning [s] : mentions of : goose

a/n [s] : requests are open! dal loves herself a bradshaw

Bradley Bradshaw had known the Mitchells since he was still wobbling when he walked. Pete was practically a father figure after Goose passed away. His daughter was like a sister to him, which led to him taking comfort within her. Bradley was known for being her sidekick in elementary school, middle school, and highschool.

In elementary school, it was all fun and games. Bradley and you had a willow tree together that Bradley would hang from the branches while you did your homework. That was always the difference between him and you. The sporty, athleticism in Bradley while you chose the approach to reading and staying quiet.

Bradley brought out a different side in you. He made your head fuzzy and the butterflies fluttered in your stomach. He was your first crush when you were seven-years old. On the playground, he punched the hell out of Lucas Dillinger after he pushed you off of the swing set.

Then, in middle school, filled with hormones and acne you still had a major crush on Bradley Bradshaw, the lead player of the San Diego Middle School baseball team. Most girls in your middle school had a crush on him, and it ended up in him distancing himself from you. It made sense in your head. Bradley was popular and you were on the opposite spectrum of popularity. The longing stares across tables didn't make sense however, as Bradley pushes the wet broccoli on his plate while staring at you.

Highschool is where it started. When Bradley leaped up enough courage to ask you to the Homecoming dance with a poster board and your favorite flowers. The dumb smile he had on his face pulled you away from the embarrassment you had in the math hallway that day.

He picked you up in his suit and tie, and went silent whenever you walked down the stairs. His hair was pushed back slightly and he walked over to you, handing you the bouquet to you and hugging you tightly. “You look... amazing.”

Bradley Bradshaw was in love with Maverick’s daughter. That's what he knows when he sees you in his bomber jacket, a helmet, and some pretty boots as you rev up Mav’s motorcycle. You were both 18; dumb and in love as you start driving down the flight ramp on your dad's bike.

Bradley didn't have the heart to tell you he was leaving the next week.

That night you and him laid on the cold concrete and stared at the open sky. The light pollution was almost barely there, exposing all of the constellations and stars that twinkled. Bradley knew you as the quiet girl who read Junie B. Jones while everyone else played free tag. Now, you were the girl who was out of braces with pretty teeth and pretty everything.

He says your name quietly. You turn your head and see those soft hazel eyes looking into yours, as he swallows the anxious feeling in his throat. “Can I ask you something?” You nod towards him and he shakes his head and says,

“Can I kiss you?”

Those dumb feelings you had arise fuller in your head. A hand on his chest, a turn of your hips, and you connect your lips with his. The soft feeling of him apologizes for anything he had ever done to you in the distant past.

“Yes. Anytime you can kiss me.” You laugh and Bradley runs his hand across your cheek and smooths his thumb against it.

“Don’t give me that look.”

“What look? It's the only one I got?”

—

“Mommy! Momma! Did Daddy really ask you out with a poster?!” Your girls blabber questions and you quiet them down with a laugh.

“Sh. Shh.. you can ask Daddy about that tomorrow. Get to bed girls.” You tell them when you walk out and then the light off. Bradley stands in the hallway with a smile.

“That story always gets you baby.” Bradley says before you pull him into a deep kiss with a tug of his collar. “Shut up.”

[moremaybank]

SPARKS FLY — r.c

day two the very first night with rafe cameron

pairing hockey player!rafe cameron x fem!flight attendant!reader

summary your first day on the job as one of the flight attendants for the obx thunder proves to be a challenge when you encounter rafe cameron, the team captain who is known for his playboy ways.

warnings kind of suggestive but not too much

author's note inspired by mile high by liz tomforde, and now i kinda wanna make it into a mini series (oh lord). also, i don't know why i chose kendall jenner, she was just the first person to come to mind LOL sorry

obx week ‘23 masterlist ;; series masterlist ;; rafe masterlist

The private jet's engines roared to life as the OBX Thunder prepared to take off for their first away game of the season. Rafe Cameron, the team's captain and undoubtedly most popular member swaggered onto the plane with his signature devilish grin and glimmer in his blue eyes. He was ready to take home another win, ready to hear the crowd cheer his name loudly from the stands and be tackled by his teammates in celebration.

What he wasn't ready for, however, was meeting you.

There you stood at the entrance of the jet, greeting each player with a bright smile. The lights casted a glow onto your dewy skin, catching the high points of your face and illuminating you beautifully. Your hair was perfectly in place, and your uniform hugged your curves so tightly that it made Rafe wonder what they looked like bare.

He strolled in, and was instantly unable to resist making a move when he came face to face with you.

"Well, well," he drawled, peering down at you due to your substantial height difference. "A gorgeous face to make this flight more enjoyable. Lucky me."

Rafe extended his hand. "Rafe Cameron. Team captain."

You raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by his antics. You ignore the hand in front of you as you speak. "Good afternoon, Mr. Cameron. If you would kindly take your seat, we can get things moving. I'm not here to entertain."

"No need to be so serious, sweetheart. Let's make this flight memorable," he chuckled, his charm practically oozing from his pores. He offered you a playful smirk when you glared at him, and then he was gone, doing as he was told.

As you watched him walk toward his seat, your eyes couldn't help but linger on his large frame. He was handsome. You weren't blind. His buzzed hair, playful eyes and roguish charm. Muscles bulging from beneath his Nike Tech zip up. Grey sweatpants accentuating a feature you had to force yourself not to acknowledge. His attractive features were hard not to notice. But you were also well aware of the headlines constantly circling him.

Rafe Cameron seen exiting the Sapphire Club with four girls on his arms. Rafe Cameron spotted on his yacht getting intimate with model and reality TV star, Kendall Jenner. Rafe Cameron breaks things off with Kendall Jenner at the Grammy's after party and leaves with an unknown woman.

You definitely were not interested in inserting yourself into that situation. You refused to be just another one of his meaningless flings. And though ignoring him might have proved to be difficult, you were up to the task.

As the flight took off, Rafe couldn't help himself. He needed your eyes on him again. He needed to speak to you, charm you into liking him. He was curious about how long you'd deny that spark between you two. So, he raised his hand and pushed the call button above him.

There you came, strolling out and down the walkway to attend to whatever he needed. "How can I help you, Mr. Cameron?"

"Well, you can start by calling me Rafe. Mr. Cameron is way too formal," he grins.

You let out a sigh, pushing away the instinct to roll your eyes at him. "How can I help you, Rafe?"

He closed his eyes, humming contently as he leaned back into his seat. "Hm. I love the way you say my name. Sounds pretty on those lips."

You tried to deny it, but that statement made your heart flutter, and made another part of you flutter as well. Don't fall for it, you reminded yourself.

"Like I said earlier, I'm here to work, not to entertain. So if you're just going to waste my time, I'm gonna head back."

Rafe's hand gently latched onto your wrist, halting you from leaving. "A challenge, huh? I like that. Usually it's the other way around."

You removed yourself from his hold, and leaned in real close. Your voice dropped a few octaves, and you offered him a sultry look. You could tell he was excited. You had him right where you wanted him; believing that you were going to take the bait and give in.

"Let's get one thing straight, Mr. Cameron. We're going to be spending a lot of time together during your season. But just know..." you inched even closer, "I'm here because I have to be. Not because I want to be. So you can forget about trying to win me over. I'm not one of your little obsessed fans."

You turned around, strutting away with a hypnotizing shake of your hips that had Rafe biting at his hooked finger. His knuckle grew red at the force of him physically trying to restrain himself.

"I'm going to get you to like me! You'll see!" He called after you.

His determination was endearing, so you smiled to yourself, shaking your head as you walked away. "Not likely, Cameron!"

The thing was, you weren't sure if those words would end up being true.

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[i-heart-mgg]

Puppy Love - Ch.2

Pairings: Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Summary: The team wraps up their case and is dying to head home after many sleepless nights, however Spencer and reader end up have quite the eventful flight back home.

Warnings: light swearing, tension, compromising positions 😏, mentions of murder, child abduction.

Word count: 4019

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After getting back to your unkempt motel room and passing out, you were rudely awoken by your body with an undying thirst for some cold, crisp water (those who get it, get it). You, however, were deprived of that. In replacement, was an exceedingly discombobulated Spencer Reid. It was safe to say he was true to his word last night, you didn’t think his eye bags could get any darker.

You strode across the shabby oak floorboards of the police station, going in a B-line straight for the Doctor. Not entirely sure why if you were being honest, but it didn’t matter either way, Hotch called out your name before another encounter could ensue. “Yes, coming!”

You hurried over to the man waiting with the sheriff of the small country town of Kildaresh, Alabama. “(Last Name), This is Sheriff Gill, She’ll get you accustomed to the general layout of the town. Hopefully, it’ll give you a fighting chance of keeping up with Reid when working on the geographical profile.”

The woman was of average height, with brown eyes and hair that flicked upwards at the ends. You flashed her a small smile and light handshake before she gave you a rundown of where the family's houses were located, spots they frequented, places they had in common, and so on. Quickly thanking her, you finally made your way over to Spencer, engrossed in the red lines scattered along the large map. “So… would it be uhm, okay if you could get me up to speed here, please?” You asked.

He didn’t pay you any mind, out of annoyance or obliviousness you weren’t sure. “Dr. Reid..?” He gripped the marker tighter as he made one final stroke connecting a popular Diner and laundromat. His stance shifted to meet your gaze, well-worn Converse squeaking against the floor. “Yes, sorry what did you say?”

“Oh uh I just wanted to know if you could explain what’s going on..” you gestured your hands in the direction of the map, luckily he got the idea from your extremely vague explanation. “Of course, so this is the most popular massage parlour in town, famous amongst the male population for their expertise, and this-“ You giggled, causing Spencer to knit his eyebrows together in bewilderment. “Spencer, you know that’s more than just a massage parlour right?” You teased. His face tightened further, even more lost than before. “You know… happy endings and stuff?”

He stared a while longer before realising what you meant, a vibrant pink dusting the tips of his cheeks. “You are- uh right, about that.” He chuckled, for the most part out of embarrassment. His Adam’s apple bopped in his throat after the laughter had subsided, leaving you with an intense game of trying not to blink, which Spencer inevitably lost. He involuntarily ripped his eyes away from yours. In favour, they traced down every slight curve and outline of your body, before continuing his not-so-little information dump.

— x —

You could hear the deafening sound of the jet flying down into the barren airport, ready to take you home. “God, I am beat!” Exclaimed Morgan as he threw his arms out in an exaggerated yawn. You had caught the unsub, a bastard murdering families consisting of mostly women and recording it to sell online to sickos much like himself.

You and Spencer worked surprisingly well together, tracking down the location of his next target, the Andersons. You quickly picked up on how these things worked, thankfully not being too much of a nuisance- except for maybe teasing Spencer, but that was all in good fun.

Morgan collapsed down on the first seat his drooping eyes lay upon. The man was not lying when he said he was “beat” after that big chase he had with the unsub. Everyone was left on the edge of their seat as Morgan, our last hope of catching the guy, ended the wild goose chase by tackling him to the ground.

The rest of the team poured into the jet and followed suit. You claimed a comfortable spot on the couch next to Spencer, the opposite end as Morgan and the team. He glanced over at you, sporting his straight-lipped smile in acknowledgment of your presence.

You didn’t speak, long night after long night taking its toll on your ability to have any kind of conversational prowess. Reid extended his arm back to reach for something, you couldn’t quite make out what it was until he was laying it over the top of himself. A warm, fluffy blanket. The things you would do to have that wrapped around you right now. Fortunately, Spencer had the foresight- or more like simple observational skills to lift it towards you with a questioning look. For which you gladly took the unspoken offer.

He draped it around you both, making sure it was evenly distributed between the two of you, before lying back to watch the clouds passing by. The radio silence and warm climate lulled you into a slumber within minutes. You had your blanket and something else inescapably had to become your pillow, your subconscious mind's choice? Spencer’s shoulder.

At first, he didn’t realise, attributing it to a peculiar way the blanket had fallen. That theory was soon debunked when whatever the weight resting against him was, moved. He carefully shifted his body to look at his left shoulder, to find that you were sleeping soundly against it. His whole body tensed, stirring you slightly in the process. He tried his best to not make that same mistake again, although it proved tremendously difficult when this was the closest he’d ever come to a woman, apart from his mother and that one time with the Lila Archer, ever.

The combination of you and the blanket was making him seriously start to overheat. Yet he sat impossibly still, terrified of waking you up by accident. Spencer studied and committed each of your features up close to memory, the way your reddish-hued lips were somewhat parted as shallow breaths escaped them, how your eyelashes were so long yet dainty, or the way your face scrunched up in discomfort if he readjusted a centimetre too far. He was borderline panting when you would then bury your face further, cuddling up against him. Causing him to bite down on his lip hard enough for small traces of blood to escape.

In an endeavour to soothe his nerves, he reached into his go-bag for a copy of The Raven, by Edgar Allan Poe. The retrieval of the book went swimmingly, your breathing pattern only faltering when he was required to use his left hand to open the hefty book. You started mumbling incoherent noises, squirming about on his side.

“Shhhh, it’s ok. Go back to sleep,” he whispered in your ear as he tucked a strand of hair behind it. Which soon evolved into gently stroking your silky hair until he was one hundred per cent certain you were asleep. He may have done it a touch more than completely necessary, but would he ever admit it? Hell no.

He lifted the blanket higher in areas it had shimmied its way down, before turning the pages of his book. Reading ten times slower than he normally would, one because he didn’t go to all this effort for you to wake up, and two because he physically couldn’t. The dense, recently purchased pages caused his hand to strain uncomfortably when turning a page.

Words began to blur into one, as his eyelids were being forced shut by the powerful forces of exhaustion. His body went limp, leaving the book to topple onto the floor of the jet and his head to fall against your own. His previous stiffness had assumed him at a very upright position, that too, was now gone.

Spencer slouched back into the chair, your head now falling against his chest. You stretched out in your slumber to wrap your arm around him like that of a childhood teddy bear. He soon mirrored your movements, his sizeable hands enveloping the circumference of your waist.

— x —

“Flight passengers please be seated for your arrival.” You peeled your eyes open, your knuckles carelessly rubbing the sleep out of them while squinting from the harsh jet lights. The unfamiliar feeling of waking up in a jet left you in a seriously disoriented state, attempting to gain back some awareness, you began by trying to figure out where you were- but more importantly what was preventing you from getting up. The rise and fall of somebody’s chest underneath you may have been a teeny-weeny clue.

“shit.” You had made Spencer your personal lounge and you were now engulfed by his arms. Could you ever not get yourself into such compromising situations? The only option here was to escape, not desiring an onslaught of teasing over a simple misunderstanding, if someone were to discover whatever this was. You pressed your right palm onto the table, gaining some elevation above him while you placed the parallel foot down. Effectively caging him in the tight space. Spencer stirred slightly in response, but for the most part, so far so good.

Your fingers interlaced with his own, meticulously trying to pry them off of you. The faint noises of people who were waking up on the other side of the jet allowed terror to run rampant in your mind. When you attempted to stand up, Spencer’s brow furrowed in disconcertment, unexpectedly strong hands forcing your body to tumble back into his grasp, double the security of the previous hold.

There was no choice but to resort to plan B, you made your next break for it by raising your legs into a kneeling position, praying that you would be able to slip out backwards. You arched your back while you cautiously manoeuvred out of his iron grip, almost far enough to duck your head under his hands. Soft murmurs could now be heard from the other end of the aircraft, and you could practically taste freedom.

Plan C was the last thing on your mind when Spencer suddenly groped your upper thighs, hazardously close to your ass, and pulled you down to straddle his thigh. Your face was scorching hot, about to burst into flames when you let out an involuntary whimper. All oxygen drained from your lungs when you paused to see if anyone had heard. As much as you hated yourself for it, you couldn’t deny how the situation was kinda hot and maybe you didn’t mind being in this position with Spencer under different circumstances.

After waiting a short time you had figured all was well, and by some grace of god, Spencer had seemed to regain some consciousness. You surveyed his features, once tranquil, now shifting to a look of panic when he saw you against him, cheeks flushing as he promptly loosened his grasp on your thigh. He didn’t quite get full-blown freaked out before he collected himself and his thoughts, peering over to check if you were still asleep.

You pretended you were to save him the mortification, yet truthfully, you mostly did it for yourself. His slender fingertips ran up the expanse of your back, before tenderly lifting you by the armpits to rest on the other side of the leather seating arrangement. Placing the blanket back on top of you.

You listened intently to the sound of him shuffling with his go-bag while muttering something you couldn’t quite hear, picking the perfect time to pretend to wake up. 

Grumbling, you began to slowly open your eyes, making sure Reid took notice. “(Name), are you awake?” You outstretched your body before responding, “I am now.” Spencer looked at you apologetically, “Sorry if I woke you, we’re landing soon.” “S’ ok, thanks for letting me know, is this your blanket?” Your hand held up the piece of fleece while you made eye contact. “Oh, no, it’s not mine. But thank you anyway.” He said flatly while retrieving the item from your toasty hands.

“Sleep well?” Spencer startled you from your daze. “Ah, yes I did, extremely well in fact.” You said with a slight smirk, not big enough for the Doctor to read into though. “I’m uh, very g-glad. For you, of course.” He stated as he made a plethora of unnecessary hand gestures, clearly recalling the prior events of the trip.

“Did you sleep well too?” You questioned. “I did.. but how’d you know I slept?” The error was already made, there wasn’t any going back on this one. “Oh well, you know..” you trailed off meeting his unfaltering gaze. “I just assumed everyone was, especially you. I know you at least didn’t get any rest that first night, god knows how many others you missed.”

Spencer stared awhile longer, that’s it, your resolve was on its last legs. “Fair enough.” He said, still a bit unconvinced but willing to settle with your answer. “Reid, (last name)! How’s the weather up here, I sure hope you got your beauty sleep and didn’t chat the whole way here.”Emily joked. It was both your turn to get pink in the face. “No, actually, we barely said a word.” Spencer gave a quick smile while he saved you from that awkward interaction, in which you were eternally grateful for.

“Damn (name) you got lucky, I don’t think I’ve ever heard Spencer stop talking.” You giggled for a moment before responding, “Guess he was just too tired to stay awake, I probably kept him up these past few nights. Not that I would mind him talking my ear off the whole way, I actually find his statistics quite intriguing.”

Spencer was dumbfounded, not knowing which part made the butterflies in his stomach go wilder. Was it the insinuation that he was thinking of you each night, which rationally he knew was a harmless joke, yet was the furthest thing from a lie. Or was it you saying you didn’t mind him talking, no, you in fact liked it. Or was it the wink you gave him that made his heart skip a beat? Time wasn’t sufficient enough to have an internal debate with himself, he didn’t need anyone knowing your statement was laden with a tinge of truth.

“What! That is an outrageous accusation, the case was keeping me up. You know, the innocent families murdered? I’m disappointed that you’d think your pretty little face took priority over them.” Emily and you froze in shock, not expecting such a defensive reaction to your joke, and much less the compliment threw in at the end. “Sorry.. uh, that was definitely overkill, not that you aren’t pretty, I’m also not disappointed either… I was trying to joke back…” Spencer trailed off, realising the delivery was completely off after the fact. Shifting from foot to foot, desperately waiting for someone to say anything.

“You think I’m pretty?” Your lips curled into a smile, and Spencer sighed in relief that he hadn’t made you hate his guts. “Well if we’re relatively speaking, you are indeed conventionally attractive,” he blurted out, making you blush from head to toe. “I feel like I’m interrupting something here,” Emily murmured under her breath while she crossed her arms, ready to alight from the jet.

“Interrupting what?” Morgan butted in as he leaned against the couch Spencer and I were previously lying on. “It’s nothing, let’s get out of here so we can enjoy our own homes for a change,” Emily exclaimed while she proceeded to drag Morgan over to the now-open jet door. “Calm down mamas just asking a question here.” He chuckled, placing a hand on his heart in false offence.

Spencer stood nearby in confusion, watching our colleagues stumble down the steep stairs, clearly none the wiser as to why she made such a comment. “Emily’s right, my house does sound rather appealing after being confined to a space the size of my bathroom the past week. I’m gonna head out, you coming?” Spencer perked his head up, not missing a beat before nodding his head in agreement.

— x —

The chirping of birds, as you strolled down the scenic route to the new coffee shop you were trying before work, rang through your ears. It had been a whole two weeks since you started the job, which doesn’t sound like a lot but the amount of work done in that time was astonishing. Thankfully, all cases went well, as well as they could be for serial killers and child abductions, and you seemed to be getting by alright. Great willow trees hung over the pathway, reminding you of how people find them symbolic of humans' capability to withstand hardship, loss, and difficult emotions. A random fact you picked up from Spencer’s rambling spiels.

Speaking of which, you and the doctor had become increasingly close after the past two weeks, paired together on almost every case, eating lunch with each other on the days you actually had the time to, or chatting a bit too much while you were supposed to be writing your reports. Not that you hadn’t grown closer to the other members, it was natural that you would after starting a new job, but with Spencer it was different. When you talked to him or just spent time around him you felt excited, kicking your feet like you were a 13-year-old girl experiencing her first real crush. Not that you had a crush on Spencer, you had literally just met the man. Yet the way conversation flowed so easily made it feel like you had known him your entire life.

You turned the final rustic corner of your picturesque route, effectively ending the refreshing walk as you reached your destination, an ancient-looking building with brick walls, gigantic stained-glass windows, and an abundance of greenery coating the surrounding area. The bell chimed as you stepped through the threshold of the cafe, bookshelves packed from top to bottom lined almost every wall. Yet it didn’t feel cramped, it was rather cozy and you had always preferred older architecture than blocky modern.

“Hello miss! What can I get you today love?” A full-figured elderly lady said welcomingly. “I’ll take a cappuccino please,” you smiled graciously at the woman, you figured you’d stay since work didn't start for about an hour, the warm atmosphere was irresistible on a chilly winter's day like this. “That’ll be four fifty, but I’ll make it four for a sweet girl like you. Name, dear?” She complimented as she mischievously raised her eyebrows up and down. “Ah thank you! It’s just (name).”

You tapped your card against the EFTPOS machine before looking over the wide array of books encased by enormous shelves. The sunlight peaking through the stained glass, casting a halo over a particular section of books, drew your attention. You waltzed your way over the creaky floorboards covered in various scuff marks from what you were sure was a glorious heyday, fingers gracefully skimming over the hard leather backing of the books, they were clearly vintage and of a high quality. A particular one caught your eye, it wasn’t as dusty as the others yet it was obviously cherished by the way the corners and folds were tatty and worn. You pulled the book out to observe the cover, the kind lady spoke up slightly startling you. “You know, I have a regular about your age who loves that book, Ray Bradbury’s work in general I’m certain.”

“I’ll have to meet him I suppose, if the rest of his taste in books is similar then I don’t think we’d ever run out of things to talk about.” You chuckled. Her round cheeks grew wide as she grinned at you, placing your drink down on the homely little booth table you had situated yourself at. “You may be in luck, the young man comes here quite a bit, usually at this time of day too.” Your hand reached out to take a sip of your cappuccino, savouring the bitter yet comforting flavours swirling about your mouth. “That sounds lovely, I can’t wait”.

The bell hanging above the door chimed, alerting the two of you to the presence of another customer, you paid it no mind wanting to know more about this mystery man who seemed to be just your type, however, business was calling to the older woman. Unfortunately interrupting your very intriguing topic. “Hello! What can I get for you today? Or do you just want your usual with extra, extra, sugar?” The woman perked up.

“I’ll just have my usual, thank you”. The man said as the woman excitedly tapped your arm, just when you were about to take a second sip. You placed your cup down, eyebrow rising in curiosity, could this be the mystery man? You glanced up at the beaming old lady scurrying over to a tall, slender figure, one that seemingly resembled a coworker of yours, maybe a bit too well.

“(Name)! I’d like you to meet-“ “SPENCER?!” You exclaimed in utter shock, accidentally interrupting the poor woman. “Hey (name), I didn’t know you went here, um- how’d you know Dilicia?” Spencer questioned his fidgety body language and stuttering signalling he was just as surprised as you were, or maybe that was just his regular self, you weren’t entirely sure. “Uh, well no. It’s my first time trying the place actually, I thought since it was near work it’d be most convenient”. You said, eyes darting side to side as you nervously chuckled.

“Oh gosh! Do the two of you know each other already? Isn’t that splendid!” Dilicia exclaimed, wide-eyed and hands clamped tightly together. “W-we do, yes-“ “Yes we know each other, we’re colleagues”. Spencer and you managed to blurt out at the same time. She smirked at both of your guys’ awkwardness before heading behind the polished front counter towards the coffee machine.

The air settled as the initial shock wore off, Reid and Dilicia strolling their way over deep in a conversation you couldn’t quite make out, but knew you were a part of judging by the woman’s giddy expression constantly meeting your slightly less enthusiastic one. “Spencer dear, I must tell you, just before you came me and Miss (name) were talking about you!” Your face flushed at the unwanted confession, sounding more like you were talking shit about him than raving about how great you’d be together. Neither option was appealing if you were being honest.

“Oh- really? Why were you talking about me, if you don’t mind me asking? Also, how did you know that we knew each other? Oh and what exactly did you say about me, for how long…?” Spencer rambled, definitely now overthinking the whole encounter. You stared down at your hands, picking at your long fingernails probably in need of a well-earned file. “We didn’t know it was you… we were just- well, you know, talking about… stuff”. “Sugar plum honey bum no need to be shy! I was telling (name) about how good a match you two would be. And obviously, I was right, seeing that you’re already ‘friends’.” She winked while saying friends in air quotations.

“D-Dilicia, I can assure you that our relationship is purely professional, we only met very recently, about 14 days, 1 hour and 17 minutes to be exact. Which in fact reminds me that we should both get going, my stay has been longer than I anticipated, and we’re going to be late if we stay a moment longer. I already left money by the cash register, thank you for the coffee.” The woman just smiled as she walked to the back, waving goodbye and telling you both to come by next time- and by both, she meant the two of you, at the same time, at the same table, and all the rest of it. She really needed to become a matchmaker on the side of the cafe business.

The doorbell chimed once again, Spencer held the door open and let you through first, exiting the premises and waving goodbye back to the jolly old lady.

I wrote most of this like a month ago but I didn’t finish it until now because of going back to school and stuff 😭😭 thank you so much for all the notes on the first chapter I really do appreciate it!! The comments are so sweet but for some reason I can’t reply 🙄 Anyways expect more chapters and I hope you enjoyed this one! Oh yeah and happy birthday to my husband 😘😘

[loveandleases]

(Happy Valentine's Day~ I hope everyone has a good day be that alone or with someone. Thought I would do a nice little snippet of one of the Valentine's Day of MC's past. It's a bit long but either way hope you enjoy.) Shifting around in your desk chair, you reach a hand out to graze along the soft petals of roses sitting on your desk. It had been the third set of flowers that came for you today. The first were in your chair when you arrived this morning, the second set waiting for you in your locker in the break room. The third set, the ones you’re currently admiring, were waiting for you when you got out of your meeting.

You had to admit, they were quite beautiful. Each dozen a different color than the one prior. The first a soft yellow, with a card wishing you a good morning. The second a nice orange, another card with well wishes for the day. This set, a nice lavender shade, though the card had yet to arrive.

A soft smile on your face, that is until you feel hands cover your eyes. Your body stiffens, wondering if it’s the sender of what is getting to be your little flower garden. Then slowly your senses begin to adjust allowing you to pick up a familiar scent. A scent you’ve grown familiar with. Warm vanilla. Making it easy for you to put a face to the voice that then whispers into your ear.

 “If it isn’t the second most popular person in the office.”

 Reaching up you grab her soft delicate hands and move them down, finally opening your eyes. “Were you that bored without me here, Kara?” 

 She scoffs, before looking down into your eyes. Furrowing her brows, an expression that doesn’t suit her delicate features at all. You watch as her gaze drifts , realizing then that you’re still holding her hands.

Pursing her lips Kara yanks them away, almost as if the simple contact burnt her. Her cheeks slightly redder than they were before. Must be the heat, at least that’s what you thought.

“I was getting tired of picking up all the slack. Do you know how many nights I had to stay late? I thought you were supposed to be back last Friday?” 

 It’s hard not to grin at her, as she folds her arm and gives you a very forced pout. Kara was never one to stay late at the office, unless you were involved.

“Sorry, flight got delayed. By that point Keegan just gave me the rest of the weekend off. Has it been busy?”

 “No more than usual, that’s not the point. I’m going to visit my parents this week. I was hoping I would see your before I leave. I can’t leave in good conscience without knowing the second best office worker is here.” 

 She starts to fiddle with her bracelet, her fingers grazing along the little rose charm. 

 “Those are some really big words Ms. Clarke. Some would say you’re vying for my spot.”

She shakes her head, looking around the office with its fluorescent lighting and stark white walls. Then to the flowers that adorn your desk. The most colorful thing in such a dull space, well aside from you. “I hope you like them.”

 Your gaze follows hers, and nod without a second thought. “How could I not? Beautiful aren’t they?” 

 You don’t hear the sigh she lets out, or see the smile she sends your way, as you grab a stack of papers to take into the copying room. Kara follows suit, mentioning the recent visitors to the office, the amount of filing she had to do all by her lonesome. Some would say Kara could be dramatic, especially in her retelling of stories. Though you had to admit that was something you always enjoyed about her.

 “So, did anything happen?”

 “When?” You begin pressing along the screen of the copying machine, content when it actually works. Whirring as it begins to cycle through the papers, and print them out.

“On your vacation.” Kara flips through the extra sheets of paper on the counter top. Little did you know, the only thing she was paying attention to was you. Not the corrections on the files, the whirring of the machine or the warmth of the room.

The only thing she was focused on was the way your eyes crinkle as you smile at her. The way your fingers tap along the screen of the machine, ensuring it prints just enough. The levels of the ink to your liking. The way you rubbed the side of your neck, still trying to fight the stiffness from sitting at your desk for so long.

Shaking your head, leaning a hip against the counter as the papers continue to print, you look at her. Unsure of what shes thinking when she looks at you.

“Nothing out of the ordinary, why?”

She swallows, licking her full lips before grinning at you. “I thought Chris would have asked…”

 Her voice cracks, she then begins to cough. To cover what she almost let slip.

“Ask wha-”

 “If you wanted to have lunch before I go back home over the weekend. It’s no big deal. Don’t worry about it. I guess you two were just too busy.” She winks at you grabbing the copies before you could manage. Nice save Kara. 

“Come on, if we were busy doing...that, why would I tell you?”

 Kara rolls her eyes, walking backwards out of the office.

 “Kara wai-”

 “Ouch!”

 You can’t help but stifle a laugh, as Kara turns to see who she ran into. Ignoring the papers that had fallen out of her hands and now litter the floor. “Chris?” 

 “Hey sis. Really need to watch where you’re going. What if I got hurt? What would you do without me around to save you?” 

 Kara was about to retort, when she noticed a bouquet of white roses in Chris’s hands. “Where did you-”

 “Wait, more flowers? Chris you shouldn’t have. I told you I wasn’t mad about you not coming on the vacation with me.”

Chris side steps Kara and leans in to kiss your cheek.

Kara glances to Chris, then to you holding the flowers so dearly, admiring the beauty of the soft white petals. She folds her arms across her chest and leans against the door frame. “Mom would be proud.” Kara simply says, though part of her realizes it’s said with some contempt. The reason behind that can be thought of on another day.

 “Let me go put these in water and we can go for lunch.”

 Chris walks towards Kara, leaning against the wall watching MC as they walk happily to place the flowers with the other three bouquets.

“Really beautiful flowers. I honestly had no idea it was even Valentines Day I was just coming to ask them for lunch.” They smile to themselves, pleased with their good luck. Not only did they forget it was Valentine’s Day but in MC’s eyes Chris was more thoughtful than ever. The bouquets were not only a sign of a happy day, but also of an apology for not going on the vacation for the weekend. Yeah no dog house for them. 

 “How did you get them?” Kara asks, her eyes scanning Chris.

“Ran into Isaac outside. Said they had a delivery, I asked who for. Imagine my surprise when they said MC. Bet I can guess who they’re from.” Chris turns to Kara, a smug expression on their face. They don’t bother to hide their disgust when the name falls from their lips. Cam. “Cameron.” Chris clicked their tongue.

She doesn’t bother to correct Chris. Even if she did try Chris wouldn’t believe her. They always seem to think the worst of Cam. Regardless of what anyone else says. Chris had always been jealous of their relationship. So much so that it seemed they never considered that someone else may feel something for MC.

She doesn't bother to hide the look on her face when she sees Chris lead MC out of the office, or the feeling inside her gut. One she isn’t quite familiar with, one she isn’t willing to admit.

 Kara takes the card out of her pocket and throws it into the bin. The handwritten words to be forgotten, not to see the light of day. Not to sit along the other handwritten cards she so painstakingly filled out earlier in the day. Along with the flowers she had chosen. 

A card that simply reads, Happy Valentines Day. With Love, Kara.

[heartfullofleeches]

Incel, femcel, or themcel. We just need a greasy, chronically online mean person to be a yandere. Any ideas on how that would work?

(The best idea I could come up with is streamer reader)

Livestream began twelve minutes ago.

"Oh? Shit, is that V? What's up, buddy- welcome back."

You're so perfect. Near a quarter of an hour late, and you still grace them with a greeting. They knew you weren't like the others they wasted their time on. No, you're kind. Inviting. God they loved you so much.

V stumbled across your channel on night during a drunken relapse into pouring their hours into viewing the lives of random strangers online. It was all they had to do after work with none of the potential partners they messaged ever responding to their texts or calls. Their lost.

You were in the beginning period of streaming with only ten followers to your name; majority likely close friends and family. V planned on giving "light" critic of your performance, but something about the brightness in your eyes as they joined the stream sobered them up and glued them to their seat completely.

"Hi, welcome. Your name is actually too long to fix on the screen. Is it cool if I just call you V?"

And they were hooked on you ever since.

Little by little, your fanbase grew to the comfortable size it was today; your first real viewer front and center for each recording. Despite the boost in popularity, you never forgot those who gave it to you in the first place. V likes to think they're the most valued member with their donations and the equipment they sent once they had convinced you to open a p.o box. Shame they never pin pointed the location before you announced your move and had it closed.

"Since you're here. I can try on that jacket you sent me before I finish packing. It's so cute."

V wipes specks of drool off their screen as you sort through a cardboard box and slip the coat on. You were wearing something they touched. Fuck, you're so cute they could just devour you alive. With no roomates, they could get away with licking their phone unlike last time, but they refrained from said temptation for now. Cat ears sprout atop your head as you pull the hoodie on. You rub your shoulders as the jacket's interior snuggles your frame.

"Whoa, much warmer than I expected. I might wear it during my flight."

You better. Since you forced the thought into their head, if they see you with anything else in your photos they might blow a gasket. Just imagining random commentors wondering where you got the coat and you answering with a nod at their existence gave V the ego boost of a lifetime.

"It's getting kinda late. We'll do some more chatting then I gotta bounce for the night."

V watches the rest of your stream with the loudest voice of the crowd. They wait until it ends to begin their nightly routine of screenshotting their favorite moments of the stream. The highlight was a frame of you posing like a cat following another's chatters request. Having so many pests ruined some of their enjoyment, but times like this they'd let slide. For now.

-

V sits alone at the bus stop the following day. The prized picture taken previously was now their lockscreen photo. The fifth change in the last two days. A creature like you was bound to have unworthy trash throwing themselves at your feet daily, but they knew that with your history it would only take one hello for you to fall as madly in love with them as they were you. You're different like that. If only they could meet you.

V is pulled from their moment of bliss by a tap on their shoulder; scowl ready for whoever dragged them from heaven - until they see whose standing in front of them.

"Hi, I hope I'm not bothering you, but do you know if this bus goes to this street? My taxi didn't drive out that far apparently...."

The stranger blinks, cat ears shifting.

"Sorry- have we met before? You seem familiar. "

[jwirecs]

Recommended Seventeen Fics of April 2023💖

hello, hello! here are my recs for seventeen for april! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP AU

Coming Home || @here4btsfics​🔞💕✅

↳ Your boyfriend’s flight is delayed and he won’t be home for Valentine’s Day. Your boyfriend is also a notorious liar.

Good Vibrations || @joonminshua​​🔞✅

↳ You and Jeonghan have been together for a couple of years and share a lot of the same kinks, so when he first mentioned it, it sounded fun….Now it can best be described as the cruelest form of edging he’s ever inflicted on you.

Light A Flame || @euphor1a​​🔞💕🔄

↳ you weren’t exactly planning on getting freaky so early in a relationship, especially after everything you went through. well… let’s just say that plans don’t always work out (when your new boyfriend is way too good at getting you all hot and bothered).

Lose My Mind || @here4btsfics​🔞💔✅💯💯💯

↳ you can only deal with your fiancé’s antics for so long before you finally give up.

OTHER AU

Down Bad (So So Bad) || @lovelyhan​​​🔞💕✅💯

↳ it’s not like you’re curious about how the word would taste in your mouth whenever seungcheol calls himself daddy while talking to kkuma. nope. definitely not.

My Guardian Demon Sucks At His Job (Not Clickbait) || @shuaflix​​🔞✅

↳ just when you thought your luck couldn’t get any worse, you accidentally manage to summon an ancient demon prince named jeonghan out of a scrap of paper from your statistics textbook. now, you’re tasked with figuring out how to return your so-called “guardian demon” back to where he came from before he can stir up more trouble.

Pre-Workout || @kevinsluvr​​ ​🔞💕✅💯💯

↳ mingyu works out everyday because his fans love his muscles. but today, he's lacking enough energy to want to go. so he asks you for some.... pre-workout.

The Selfish Dilemma || @joonsytip​💕💔🔄

↳ It was love at first sight ever since you laid eyes on Jeonghan. To him, you are the annoying co-worker who keeps asking him out. No one is new to your courting agenda which only pisses off Jeonghan but what happens when you stop, all at once....

To X, With Love || @shuahoonie​​💕💔🔄💯

↳ music can elicit inspiration just as much as words. this mini-series contains a list of imagines that are inspired by a series of love songs. this is my love letter to you.

Underlying Pretense || @lovelyhan​​ 🔞✅💯💯💯

↳ being two of the most popular streamers across the board. your subscribers often speculate if your constant bickering with wonwoo has some underlying pretense. little did they know, the two of you have everything on display on a single, unsuspecting twitter account (sequel is Favorite Poison, do give that a read too!!)

Yours, But Not Yours || @gyukult​​🔞💕💔🔄💯

↳ when a nice guy gets too overbearing, you’re stuck with the option of having a fake boyfriend.

STRANGERS TO LOVERS AU

Naughty Cat Of The Week || @seungkwansphd​​​​​💕✅

↳ jun loves checking the naughty & nice cat of the week updates at your animal shelter. occasionally a rogue opossum makes the rounds and he can't help but ask you about it.

Do check out all of the other Group Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

[the-ninjago-historian]

I'm feeling sad today, so FLUFFY COLE X VANIA HEADCANONS TIME!

FEAST YOUR EYES UPON MY HALFBAKED SHIPPING IDEAS!!!🤣🤣🤣 Lol. I need something to cheer me up. These or Pixane usually does the trick. Also, I wrote most of these well past my bedtime. So you KNOW it's gonna be fun! Lol! And I have a little post-series stuff thrown in too. So these headcanons aren't canon to Dragons Rising. Just wanted to make that clear. Anyhoo, let's go!

1: Vania fell first. Cole fell harder.

2: They like to go hiking and spelunking ALL the time. They're the cutest little adventure duo ever! They've discovered all sorts of secret places in Shintaro's mountains. And even some ancient artifacts and cave paintings from Shintaro's past!

3: Whenever Cole visits Shintaro, Vania just lights up. She's happiest when she has her bestie with her.❤️

4: Vania once tried to teach Cole how to use the Shintarians Flight Packs. He was absolutely terrified at first. (Falling off of stuff trauma.😭) But Vania told him to focus on something nice so he wouldn't look down too much. He ended up looking at her. Cue mutual blushing and shy downward glances.🤣

5: Cole taught her some new dance moves. (She had been brought up on more refined forms of dance. Like waltz and such.) She wanted to try something different.

6: At first, they are both quite shy around each other. Not quite sure how close to get. But eventually once they got comfortable around each other, they became very snuggly and affectionate. Especially Cole.😊🧡🧡🧡

7: Everyone in the Ninja fam were super happy when Cole finally admitted to liking Vania. He'd always been so supportive of their own relationships. So they were happy he'd finally have a partner of his own to love.

8: Vise versa, the Geckle and Munce were very excited that the Skyfolk Queen was interested in the Son of Gilly/Milly.

9: Vania loves to chatter about her interests and Cole is always happy to listen. (Chatty Extrovert x Good Listener!😁) Vania sometimes secretly worries she's talking his ear off. She doesn't know that Cole loves just hearing her voice.🥹❤️

10: Vania is very protective of Cole. She loves him dearly. Even before they started their relationship. She wasn't kidding when she said she would bring her entire army to his aid. (As seen in Crystalized.) That being said, I think she would do anything in her power to help keep him safe.

Okay, post series ones now!

11: Cole had this perfect plan for proposing to her. Except he wasn't expecting one thing. When it finally came time to propose, Vania proposed at the same time. 🤣 They laughed about it more a good ten minutes before exchanging rings.

12: Cole ends up becoming King Consort of Shintaro. At first, the Shintarian people are a bit apprehensive to the idea of having some who isn't a Shintarian on the throne. But this changes quickly after seeing what a good ruler he is. And he quickly becomes popular with the people.

13: They have three kids. Their names are Valkyrie, Zephyr, and Collette. AKA Cole Jr.✨ More on that later.

14: Val and Zephie here are twins. But, they're aren't identical twins. Val looks more human and is the spitting image of Lilly. Except with streaks of gold in her black hair. Meanwhile, Zephyr looks more like a Shintarian. And he has the opposite. Gold hair with black streaks.

15: Cole was unbelievably excited about finally becoming a father. He'd always wanted kids of his own. When Val and Zephyr were born, he actually cried when he got to hold them. He couldn't believe him and Vania could make something so beautiful.

16: Collette is the baby of the family. She's adorable and definitely a daddy's girl. Also, this happened;👉

Jay: Hey Cole! I guess you missed out on naming one of your kids Cole Jr again, huh?

Cole: *smirks* Oh? Meet your niece, Collette.

Jay: A- *Jay EXE. has stopped*

Cole: *Dabs in victory*

Kai: Son of a gun. He did it.

And FINALLY, this funky quick doodle I did of them. It's kinda "Meh" but I tried.😅 (Vania is a nightmare for me to draw. Lol.)

On a side note, I'll probably do something like this for each of my favorite Ninjago ships. That should be fun!

(Tagging @only-lonely-stars because I know she like these two. Hope you don't mind!)

[yutasbellybuttonpiercing]

Kinktober Day 13

Edging: a sexual technique whereby an orgasm is controlled.

Pairing: Park Jisung x fem!reader

AU/Genre: smut, established relationship, sub!Jisung, dom!reader

Word Count: 1276 words

Warnings: noona kink (I'm sorry), bad explanations about the universe, lowkey implied corruption kink (?), handjob, slight bondage, praise, pet names, creampie (they're using some kind of birth control that is just not a condom, be safe!)

Taglist: @matchahyuck @seraphinealana @ker00 @allaboutthedongs @baehaechannie @iwannabreathetosetmefree @positionslab @jjenodream @kundann

"Noona?"

"Hm?"

"Why is there gravity?"

A smile spreads over your face. One of the many things you love about Jisung is how he is so curious about how the universe works. It's just cute to see him get excited about how the universe works.

"Because masses attract each other."

"Why doesn't the moon fall down then?"

"Because the moon is too far away, and its mass is big enough to not 'fall' down. The gravity and masses of the earth and the moon are synched perfectly for the moon not to crash down on earth, but stay up there rotating around us."

"So, if I were to let a pen fall down, but it's mass is bigger than the earth's, the earth would fly up instead?"

"In theory, yes."

"Wow."

It's always small conversations like these. And even though you don't have a hundred percent of a clue either, you like pretending that you do, just for the sake of his eyes lighting up so beautifully once something makes sense to him. Sometimes, you even make something up, just to mess with him. It's just cute how he believes everything you say.

Sometimes, his questions aren't as innocent as this one, though.

"Noona?"

"Yes, baby?" You bat your lashes at him, taking a sip of your tea that's gotten mostly cold sitting away on your bedside table.

"What is edging?"

You spit most of the liquid back out, coating the blanket with small droplets of the flavorful substance. Jisung looks at you concerned. "What?"

"Edging? Do you know what that is?"

"Are you asking me because you know it, or because you don't?"

"Because I don't," Jisung confirms. You sit up, removing the blanket from your lap while trying to remember to pull the sheets off later to wash them, and sit cross-legged in front of your boyfriend.

"Do you know remotely where it comes from?"

Jisung shakes his head, eyes widened a little in curiosity, his brows slightly raised and his lips slightly pursed. God, you could just eat him when he looks like this.

Instead, you lean forward, lips ghosting over the shell of his ear before you begin whispering, "it's a form of sex that's based of the control of an orgasm."

Jisung gasps, hand coming up to hover in front of his mouth, and you fail to suppress a smile as you lean back again. "I can't believe Haechan was asking us to try that this weekend."

"What?!" Your eyes bulge out of their sockets comically.

"Here," Jisung says, showing you his phone screen that clearly shows a message from Donghyuck in the group chat, spelling 'are we going to be edging this weekend?'

You're about as clueless as Jisung because he couldn't be meaning that right? To your luck, Chenle responds soon after, clarifying that this is about playing Fantasy Flight Games' popular table top role playing game 'Star Wars: Edge of the Empire'.

"What a weird way to phrase that," you frown, top lip pulling up in disgust.

"Word."

Silence arises, and you awkwardly clear your throat to disturb it.

"I'm kind of curious now," Jisung finally says, looking at you shyly, "edging. Does that... feel good?"

"It can, if you're into it."

"Can we- find out?"

"C-close-" Jisung warns for the second time, panting heavily. His hands are tied to the bedpost because, well, he did not know how to behave, always trying to touch you or himself to finally get to release.

Your hands on his cock stop their movements completely, letting the pressure die down for a moment before you reconnect your palms to his tip. The glide is easy due to a mixture of spit, lube and precum, and your palm is able to tease his very tip easily. Jisung moans out, hips bucking up, body trashing around the mattress as much as the ties allow him to.

"Good boy," you praise, then spit another glob of saliva to slide down his shaft, your fingers collecting the extra lubricant to smear it all across. Jisung whimpers as you thumb at his slit, focusing on teasing the tip particularly because you know he's extra sensitive from how close he is the entire time.

"Noona, s-stop-" he pants, announcing his rapidly arising high for the third time. Your hands let go of him once again, instead you let your knuckle stroke over his balls, sending shivers up his spine.

"Tell me when you're okay to go on," you remind him, stroking over his strong thighs. Jisung whimpers, hips bucking repeatedly into the air to gain friction, but to no avail.

"O-okay, go on, please," he finally says, and you waste no time in wrapping your hands around his length once more, this time using the entirety of both of them to be able to stroke tightly around the base while also massaging his tip with your palm in circular motions.

"God, shit," Jisung whines, switching between closing his eyes tightly while throwing his head back, and leaning forward again watching your ministrations on his cock. You would have never thought that a simple handjob could be this exciting for both of you.

"Please let me cum," Jisung pleads, lidded eyes finding yours, and you almost pity him.

"Not yet, baby. You're doing so good, wouldn't want to waste that now would we?" You grin, watching the way the muscles of his arms and chest flex. His eyes wander down your exposed body, taking in your naked flesh until he whines out, ripping his gaze from you as if that's what's making it even harder for him to not cum on the spot.

"S-stop," he announces once again, teeth biting down harshly on his lower lip, eyebrows scrunching together as he tries his best to hold it in. You feel your chest fill with pride at how good your boyfriend's trying to be just for you.

It makes you all giddy inside, knowing that you're the only person who would ever get to see him like this: perfect, submissive and so fucking sexy.

You start once again, slowly working him up to another high that you'll rip away from him, though you motion to sit on his thighs with a plan. The next time he announces his orgasm, you move quickly to sit atop of him, slowly easing his cock into you.

"Ah- don't-" Jisung opens his eyes, whining out loudly, his body twisting under you as he pants desperately trying not to cum when you feel so good around him. His fists ball up, and he grits his teeth.

"Can't- I can't," he says, then groans out loudly, cock twitching inside of you. There's no way he can hold back when he's inside of you, how could you expect that from him?

"Good boy, Sungie. Such a good boy," you praise him, fingers gently stroking over his form to guide him through his high. It last long, longer than usual, and the volume of the sounds he's making let's you assume that it must feel a whole lot better, too.

When he finally calms down, you lean forward, pressing your lips against his in a kiss that he weakly reciprocates, exhaustedly humming into your mouth.

"I love you," you whisper, and Jisung smiles, struggling to keep his eyes open. Now all you have to do is wait for the upcoming weekend to find out which kind of edging Jisung prefers. You really hope it's this kind of edging.

© 2022 YUTASBELLYBUTTONPIERCING all rights reserved — please DO NOT translate, take, nor repost any of my works.

[hexotoner]

So, I made a short story based in certain song.

I hope you enjoy!

Come Little children...

Each kind of monster has a story to explain their origin, the wise have come to the conclusion that the great colossals brought their creativity to our creation, however, among the true and legends of others there are our own, ignored by others, for us a reality that remains after generations like bedtime stories for our monsterlings; like several stories it has changed, at this point we do not know how the real story was, even so the most popular and accurate version is always told. One thing is certain, in every story, in every legend something never changes, the song which it all began.

Before the great Dawn of fire, when the colossals gave life to a home for all. The celestials, the protectors of these elements, dedicated themselves to guiding and protecting the creations, however, among so much joy one of them made himself heard; The colossals had forgotten his element, they forgot to create life for the shadow and darkness. Even his pleas were not heard because the element was seen as useless and weak, especially in the face of the power of the fire, so powerful and brilliant. The jealousy was expected...

That celestial, immersed in humiliation and rejection, devised a plan

One night, peace reigned among the natural monsters; After a long time of incubation, the hatching season had begun, so many monsterlings had just hatched along with their brothers from years past. A night of calm between parents and children who sleep next to them.

Suddenly, as the moon rose high, Shadowed Glare shone; A sweet and deep voice began to sing along with the music of a piano, a song that we remember to this day:

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

"Come Little children

I'll Take Thee Away, Into A Land

Of Enchantment

Come Little Children

The Time's Come To Play

Here In My Garden

Of Shadows"

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

The memories are vague, hypnotized by the sweet sound of his song. Every monsterling, newborn and young, was called to follow that voice across the continent. Each monster of earth, cold, water, plant, air or fire; each little one was called. They were guided to the highest and nearest cliff, where the celestial awaited them.

One by one, under the light of the moon and the control of the shadows, they fell from the cliff. Fear covered some who feared a fatal destiny... Then, the celestial raising his hand called to the fallen, they began to fly. Young monsters as dark as the night opened their wings and took flight towards the moon, the other little ones then realized that under the protection of darkness nothing would happen to them. It continued like this all night.

His sweet song, so hypnotizing and beautiful, came to an end, on the other side of the sky the great and dazzling sun was present, its light woke up the unsuspecting parents giving them the news that their little ones have disappeared. Meanwhile, that celestial, giving his last verse, lowered the immense and elegant moon to its ancestral rest; The few monsterlings that remained were quick to fall and fly towards that beauty and brilliant.

A little tweedle did not want to fly, cursed with the lack of its wing at birth, it approached to the celestial, afraid of falling. When he saw it, he smiled, taking it in his hands and covering its wing. The sun approaches, the parents scream and run guided by the sun toward the dark end of their little ones. That celestial threw the tweedle off the cliff... And it flew, the last monster of the shadows took flight accompanied by the celestial who guided it to the Moon, which has already hidden.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

"Come Little Children

The Time's Come To Play

Here In My Garden

Of Shadows"

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

It was the last thing that was heard in the echo of that cliff

The next day the continent was silent, an entire generation had disappeared into the darkness. For years the monsters refused to sing until the story was forgotten and ignored...

What happened to that celestial? Every day he smiled, looking at those who could not do anything, at the fire celestial that could not illuminate the night and now his people were in despair and silence.

"This is a story that I like to remember, there is nothing physical to prove it, the original grumpyres have perished naturally, their descendants vaguely remember the story. However, I know what I once saw, the memory of what I lived. No matter how much time passes, my wing has never felt better. Still, I miss the purple of my old feathers."

[alilbatflies]

Just Cake #3

by popular demand (2 people asked) (hello) (thank you for commenting! it means a lot even if I don't manage to answer perhaps)

Part 1, Part 2

... ... ...

“Look who we’ve caught,” an entirely too sweet voice said. “Well, aren’t you two adorable?”

The villain was growling now. A low, guttural sound which the henchman has only heard in life-threatening situations, usually forced out by the desperate struggle of survival. Now it was a promise of violence, get closer I dare you, a promise of slaughter and doom.

They tried to angle their head to glimpse whoever had the honour of experiencing such a threat.

The person shuffled to the side, no doubt measuring them in turn. They were all cloak and magic glowing through two bright orange eyes.

Supervillain.

They were so screwed. Utterly fucked.

The supervillain measured them both.

They seemed… wary. Ridiculous, given that the two potential threats were trapped in a power-suppressing net. Ridiculous, given that the supervillain was a supervillain for a reason—spectacular amount of magical skill and all.

Although the henchman could admit they wouldn’t want to be facing their villain’s growling and claws either. Even through a net. There were holes.

“You’re not superhero.”

The confusion triggered by such statement startled the villain out of their instinctual reaction. They stopped growling, although they were still baring their teeth.

“I was not expecting anyone else,” the supervillain said. “Perhaps that pesky hero who lurks around them sometimes, but not a fellow criminal.”

Fellow criminal, huh? The henchman assumed the supervillain was trying to convince them that they’re all on the same side. Perhaps the idea of a potential furious threat unsettled them, no matter the current cage around it.

Well, it wasn’t like they particularly wanted to stay in the bloody uncomfortable trap.

“In that case,” the henchman said, “I suppose you wouldn’t mind getting us out of the net?”

“Should I?”

…the henchman had assumed wrong.

While they probably were on a similar kind of boat regarding their criminal activities, the supervillain hadn’t had any proper motivation to let them go. They weren’t especially close or anything.

And yet, still standing there. Still watching the two criminals swinging in their net as if they somehow held the answers to the universe.

The supervillain had options.

First, they could let them out. The best outcome but severely unlikely.

Second, they could close a bargain of some kind. I’ll only let you out if… which was less favourable, but it would still mean getting out relatively quickly.

Third, they could leave them trapped.

It occurred to the henchman that while there was little chance of them making it out then, the supervillain couldn’t possibly know that. Their villain’s powers were speculated on so many levels it had led to more confusion than clarity in the industry. That could work out in their favour.

The henchman was no mind reader. They couldn’t possibly know how much of a threat did the supervillain consider them at the moment. Nevertheless, the supervillain was still standing there.

Nevertheless, the supervillain didn’t seem entirely convinced leaving them hanging was their best option.

They could work with that.

They decided to play their cards according to their instincts. The villain still hovered over them, a display of teeth and taunt like an arrow ready to take flight and slaughter. Their most wild card, a whisper of carnage. A terrifying ace.

The henchman loved them so.

“You had no quarrel with us before this… incident,” the henchman said. They focused on keeping their tone light, conversational. “Although, now that the situation has changed, perhaps you’re excited to find out how we settle the score, hm?”

Their look met the orange eyes. The supervillain probably found them crazy, threatening from within the containment. They felt insane. They felt the thrill run through them.

“Let us go, so the beast doesn’t have to claw its way out.”

On cue, the villain growled.

The supervillain hesitated.

It was a brief and finely concealed blip of emotion, barely slipping past the dangerous façade. Surely the villain couldn’t be so terrifying as to startle them. And yet.

The supervillain drew a smile, entirely too sharp in its flawless elegance. “Of course.” Then they proceeded to pull shears out of nowhere.

The henchman tried not to be impressed too bad. They hadn’t had much time to ponder about the practicality of the supervillain’s pockets relevant to such level of preparedness, since the net was cut down. There was little regard for the fact they would hit the ground.

The henchman couldn’t care less about the fall as their magic roared to life inside them. It pushed along their bones and crashed into their skin from within. It settled then, nesting in their body like a monster in its cave.

Belatedly, they realized the villain shielded the back of their neck and head from impact with their arm.

There was absolutely no dignified way to get out of the tangle of ropes.

Once the henchman managed, they realized the villain was standing over them protectively, placing themselves between them and the supervillain.

The villains stared each other down. It seemed a stalemate.

“I appreciate you understand plans fall through sometimes,” the supervillain said. “It was not my intention to harm you.”

“As displayed,” the henchman noted quietly.

The villain considered this. They nodded in acknowledgement.

The henchman itched to get out of another’s territory. They were sure the villain didn’t want to linger either.

“Could you give us directions from the forest?” they asked. “We would dislike to meddle with any of your other… endeavours.”

The supervillain tilted their head.

“What I mean is…” The henchman pulled the net up from beneath their feet, holding it out. “We wouldn’t want to mess with your handiwork.”

The supervillain grinned as they took the cluster of ropes, a little feral, a little genuine. They did point the two in a certain direction. They tipped their head at the villain before seemingly dissolving back into the forest and vanishing.

“Bloody hell.”

The villain inclined their head. Then they turned and started away. “Luckily not.”

“Luckily not,” the henchman huffed in echo, following short behind. “Extremely insightful as always, boss.”

“Hm.”

They luckily didn’t stumble into any more traps on their way back.

The henchman was so not sleeping that night.

[aconstantstateofbladerunner]

Alternate Universe: Wings! (You’ll have to forgive me if you’ve done this one before because I know it’s popular but abdbfneksld it’s one of my favorites so— TT_TT)

A world where quirks come with wings. Izuku doesn't have either. Things are mostly the same as canon until he turns ten, when most kids learn to fly. Infrastructure designed for flight makes him stand out more. On one hand, most of the bullying stops, but it's because all his peers have left him behind. The isolation almost makes him miss it.

All Might's wings are golden and eagle-like. All about power. Without his quick, a direct hit from them is like getting wacked with a metal baseball bat. But thoughts of villain fighting are far away then they shade Izuku on the beach. He even gets to keep a feather, one of the most personal gifts anyone can give. He asks if anyone will take a flightless hero seriously. Maybe they should come up with a cover story as to why he has a quirk without wings. All Might just tells him not to worry about it.

Days after Recovery Girl used her quirk on him, he still feels tired. yet he can't sleep. A dull ache in his back hurts just enough to keep him from being comfortable. And rare moments he does sleep are awoken by cold sweats and random nerve spasms. His mother is worried his has some kid of brain damage, not matter how many times he tells her he didn't hit his head. When he finally goes in for an X-ray, there are nobs growing on the underside of his scapula. The doctor calls it bone cancer. Izuku and his mother cry for three days straight. Before he can work up the courage to tell All Might his hero dreams are over, he has a follow-up appointment. The nobs are three times as large, but growing longer instead of outward.

Good news, it's not cancer. Bad news, Izuku has to finish the last few months of middle school in the hospital. Although, it's not the worst. More people talk to him, even if he is in pain. So much pain he can't think most of the time. The best times are the blissful few hours after surgeries, when he's still on the heavy painkillers and can manage to sleep a little. One day, he wakes up to All Might there, gently rubbing his hands through his hair. He smiles sympathetically, and says something that might be an apology. Izuku is too drugged out of his mind to understand, or feel self-conscious about reaching for his hand. When he tries to reach with his other for the golden feather on the side table, All Might holds up a black and green feather instead.

A month after the start of the school year at UA, a new face joins the class. Midoriya Izuku has to side-step into the classroom to fit his enormous, glossy black wings. They shine in the light like a crow, reflecting the same deep green as his hair. Folded, they sit longer than he is tall. Outstretched, his wingspan is more than double the length of two classrooms. Long and thin like an albatross, but the ends are rounded like a hawk or eagle. Osprey he calls them, but it never quite fits. And when he flaps them along with his quirk, the shockwave knocks people over. Hero's wings if there ever were.

[angelspathway]

The trainee.

(Not my gif)

Note: this is the first shift from content. I hope you guys like. I kinda threw this together, so it’s short.

Graduating from training was easy enough, but finding a higher power to work under was even harder. She had been searching ever since she graduated from her training, which was more or less 5 hours. Her feet ached and pulsed as the cold concrete ground touched her bare feet, shivers running up her spine. Only being alive for a few days in Heaven made unused to the coldness as she trailed down the endless hallway. She did ask aziraphale, a brief professor of hers in her flight training, if she could possibly be his little apprentice, but he was helping design humans for a new planet, thus being too busy to even train her right now. He did point her in the direction of Heaven's most prized possession, saying they would very much appreciate the help with the creation of Earth;

Raphael, the starmaker.

She just had to find where he worked. Let's see... "follow the light trail to the beam path and you will be able to fly right into the room." aziraphale had explained to the newer angel and then watched as she shuffled away awkwardly. The young angel followed the slater's words carefully and ended up in a light trail that she hoped led to the angel that would accept her assistance.

A wave of a cold and slightly suffocating air smacked her out the beam of light, into a realm of light. She lets out a small whimper, rubbing at her arms. "Raphael!" she called into the empty space, floating around a bit, slightly off balance. The air was thinner and less stable for her to be able to stand on. She took a shaky step, immediately falling. It felt like she was floating, before a hand grabbed her hand in their cold ones. "Gotta use your wings, newbie. There isn't gravity in here." he wore a warm smile as he pulls the angel upwards towards him. "You do know how to use them, right?"

He still wore that warm smile as his cold hands squeezed hers with the intention of reassurance incase the younger angel didn’t know how to produce her wings. Thank the almighty that she did or she might embarrass herself in front of the higher up. She produced her wings, skinnier and smaller then the angel in front of her. "Now, why have you come to visit me in the middle of a workload?" he questioned, his eyes shining brighter then the stars he created. The starmaker was an elder angel, but a kinder one, like aziraphale. He seemed naturally curious and innocent, making him popular among the younger angels. At least, this angel in front of him believed so. She unconsciously messed with the sleeves of the older angel's robe trying to remember why she was here.

"Oh... a job.. I was wondering if I could train under you for experience for my assignments?" her voice was soft and her eyes widen when he gave a quick nod.

"Of course!" he exclaimed, bringing the angel into his side and taking her along. " I do need to show you all the basics, but I would appreciate some help around here!"

So, the younger angel worked under the starmaker, quickly becoming rather close to Raphael. She talked about him all the time with some of her friends. Raphael took her everywhere with him and the trainee followed him like a little pet, obeying his space. She had earned all his respect by the time he disappeared and the galaxy was closed down from any other angel entering it. She remembered being interrogated intensely about her Faith in the Almighty’s great plan and her wings be inspected thoroughly for any impurities. She retained her innocence, worrying for her boss's safety. She was transferred to Aziraphale’s training program, not being promoted with the rest of her friends and having her put under restrictions. The higher ups claimed it was her’s and Heaven's safety, but she has been Aziraphale's trainee for 6,000 years.

She never knew why this happened or where her former boss was currently.

To be honest, it might break the poor angel's heart. Don't cha think?

[reasoningdaily]

Even the most nonsensical idioms in the English language originated somewhere. Some terms, like silver lining and tomfoolery, have innocuous roots, while other sayings date back to the darkest chapters in U.S. history. While these common phrases are rarely used in their original contexts today, knowing their racist origins casts them in a different light.

1. Tipping Point

This common phrase describes the critical point when a change that had been a possibility becomes inevitable. When it was popularized, according to Merriam-Webster, it was applied to one phenomenon in particular: white flight. In the 1950s, as white people abandoned urban areas for the suburbs in huge numbers, journalists began using the phrase tipping point in relation to the percentage of non-white neighbors it took to trigger this reaction in white city residents. Tipping point wasn’t coined in the 1950s (it first appeared in print in the 19th century), but it did enter everyday speech during the decade thanks to this topic.

2. Long Time, No See

The saying long time, no see can be traced back to the 19th century. In a Boston Sunday Globe article from 1894, the words are applied to a Native American speaker. The broken English phrase was also used to evoke white people’s stereotypical ideas of Native American speech in William F. Drannan’s 1899 book Thirty-One Years on the Plains and in the Mountains, Or, the Last Voice from the Plains An Authentic Record of a Life Time of Hunting, Trapping, Scouting and Indian Fighting in the Far West.

It’s unlikely actual Native Americans were saying long time, no see during this era. According to the Oxford English Dictionary, this type of isolating construction would have been unusual for the indigenous languages of North America. Rather, it originated as a way for white writers to mock Native American speech, and that of non-native English speakers from other places like China. By the 1920s, it had become an ordinary part of the American vernacular.

3. Mumbo Jumbo

Before it was synonymous with jargon or other confusing language, the phrase mumbo jumbo originated with religious ceremonies in West Africa. In the Mandinka language, the word Maamajomboo described a masked dancer who participated in ceremonies. Former Royal African Company clerk Francis Moore transcribed the name as mumbo jumbo in his 1738 book Travels into the Inland Parts of Africa. In the early 1800s, English speakers started to divorce the phrase from its African origins and apply it to anything that confused them.

4. Sold Down the River

Before the phrase sold down the river meant betrayal, it originated as a literal slave-trading practice. Enslaved people from more northerly regions were sold to cotton plantations in the Deep South via the Mississippi and Ohio rivers. For enslaved people, the threat of being “sold down the river” implied separation from family and a guaranteed life of hard labor and brutal conditions. A journal entry from April 1835 mentions a person who, “having been sold to go down the river, attempted first to cut off both of his legs, failing to do that, cut his throat, did not entirely take his life, went a short distance and drowned himself.”

5. No Can Do

Similar to long time, no see, no can do originated as a jab at non-native English speakers. According to the OED, this example was likely directed at Chinese immigrants in the early 20th century. Today, many people who use the phrase as general slang for “I can’t do that” are unaware of its cruel origins.

6. Indian Giver

Merriam-Webster defines an Indian giver as “a person who gives something to another and then takes it back.” One of the first appearances was in Thomas Hutchinson’s History of the Colony of Massachuset’s Bay in the mid 18th century. In a note, it says “An Indian gift is a proverbial expression, signifying a present for which an equivalent return is expected.” In the 19th century, the stereotype was transferred from the gift to the giver, the idea of an “equivalent return” was abandoned, and it became used as an insult. An 1838 N.-Y. Mirror article mentions the “distinct species of crimes and virtues” of schoolchildren, elaborating, “I have seen the finger pointed at the Indian giver. (One who gives a present and demands it back again.)”

Even as this stereotype about Indigenous people faded, the phrase Indian giver has persisted into the 21st century. The word Indian in Indian giver also denotes something false, as it does in the antiquated phrase Indian summer.

7. Cakewalk

In the antebellum South, some enslaved Black Americans spent Sundays dressing up and performing dances in the spirit of mocking the white upper classes. The enslavers didn’t know they were the butt of the joke, and even encouraged these performances and rewarded the best dancers with cake, hence the name.

Possibly because this was viewed as a leisurely weekend activity, the phrase cakewalk became associated with easy tasks. Cakewalks didn’t end with slavery: For decades, they remained (with cake prizes) a part of Black American life—but at the same time, white actors in blackface incorporated the act into minstrel shows, turning what began as a satire of white elites into a racist caricature of Black people.

[folklauerate]

2023 Fic Year in Review

Thanks to @a-regular-jo for tagging me!

List of fics completed

take my hand, wreck my plans, that’s my man series

The Yellow Tulips of Texas

an affair, three ways series

inosculation

cause I’m a mastermind (the west wing au)

in our perfect park

leave the light on

Santa Kate series

fuck it, it’s fine series

I’m on Fire

Modern Omega

Number of words written

502,159 😳

Your most popular fic

The Set Up by a laughably large margin. Although as I checked stats now to answer this question, I see that Bridgerton, Actually (my Love, Actually AU) is now second and it wasn’t before, quite recently actually! It seems it got a lot of holiday readership :)

Your personal fav

This is like asking me to pick a fav child! It’s difficult but I’d have to go with the professor au (take my hand, wreck my plans, that’s my man series). It came at a time where I was feeling uninspired and sort of adrift fandom-wise. Following the completion of Bridgerton, Actually, which was a behemoth and draining to write (though I loved it!), I was in the midst of taking some downtime to just… be. To consume without worrying about creating and to just reconsider. During that time, I read plenty of other things, including fic from other fandoms. I noticed tropes and things I simply hadn’t been exposed to ever/in a while, and found myself really drawn to the idea of an age gap with Kathony. Their fics feature them being near/the same age so often, in an effort to illustrate just how well matched they are. I wanted to do a sort of character study and love story when they had a significant age gap. I wanted to explore the ways Anthony might have been different if he was older, the fears of dying young (perhaps) abated but with no Kate to spur them forward. The Anthony I created in this AU was someone who had lived a bit of a life, hadn’t settled for a marriage for the sake of it, and had grown up and developed his own tastes in between teaching lectures and devoting himself to his family. I feel as though it can be popular to show Anthony devoid of taste or personality in terms of home decor or outside pursuits pre-Kate, and that simply wasn’t an option with him here. I really enjoyed developing this man with cultivated and exacting tastes. I’m getting rambly here so I’ll stop, because I could talk about this oneshot for a while. The point being—this oneshot marked a time of sort of creative freedom for me. When I started writing it, it felt nearly insane. I just wrote and wrote with no real reader expectation because I was writing a daddy kink in a fandom that really didn’t seem to have one. I was writing and entirely possessed by the story and characters and premise itself. I wrote that and nothing else for a while. I wrote it across continents and flights and subways and in my room, alone. I would text Kara about it nonstop and I’d post excerpts and just wrote it and didn’t think about it… and then it came time to post. I genuinely didn’t know how it would be received. And I need to add that it is far from the most popular Kathony fic ever, and it’s not even my most popular Kathony fic ever, but the response was nonetheless astounding. I genuinely couldn’t have expected the way it would be received and I’m so grateful for anyone who spent time with those words and maybe found themselves inspired to push boundaries in their own fic and writing.

Your fav scene

I genuinely can’t pick one. I think I’ve written too much hahaha. I’ll state a few that come to mind now;

In the Texas!Anthony AU I loved writing Anthony meeting Kate’s extended family. I loved giving her an extended family, filled with doting grandparents, noisy cousins, and all the fun hallmarks of Indian American kid life.

The papercut scene in the Prof AU.

Nearly the entirety of the spanking oneshot follow-up to the prof au

And also the Lover inspired fic in the prof au lol

I loved the Balmoral chapter of The Set Up, especially the beginning vignette of three; Charlie/Harry, Hugo/Willie, Kate/ghosts/legacy/history. The moment she lights incense and says a prayer in this really storied, old, English castle is unbelievably significant, I think, in ways that will come to play in the fic now.

So much of the roommates fic is a real love letter to NYC. I did a reread recently and was almost surprised by it myself? I think I’ve had enough time away to be surprised by it and I was. I know those places, I feel those places. I hope the sense of self comes across as significantly for the reader as it does to me.

Writing the aftermath of the shooting scene in The West Wing AU and Kate winning the election as well were really poignant. I cried writing them and I cry rereading them. They’re almost a brilliantly rebellious ode to hope in the face of the perceived hopelessness of US politics. Regardless of whether or not a president like Kate Sharma plausible, I center my politics and general life philosophies around hope. That fic felt like hope and belief in a better world.

A fic or scene that challenged you

Plenty! The Balmoral chapter challenged me a lot until I saw Angels in America and something clicked. I actually can’t think of more right now in a really specific way but I will say anytime I felt challenged I either ignored it or wrote through it. Writing through it was always the answer and right way to tackle it.

A line of writing you’re proud of

There’s definitely a lot I’m a proud of but I am currently traveling and CBA to trawl through over 500k words to find the line I’m proud of. There’s a LOT of prose I’m really proud of though. The recent chapter of Babel where I describe Simon’s party is some of my best work, I think. Sweet Like Honey (stepfather au) has some prose I’m exceptionally proud of. As does the Obsession AU. Some descriptions of Texas in the Texas!Anthony AU are gorgeous. If you can think of anything that stood out to you, let me know.

A comment that touched you

I genuinely treasure every single comment I’ve received and I’m currently working through responding to many (if you get a months late response,,, I’m sorry). I will take this time to impress upon anyone who might be reading that leaving comments can be so encouraging and I do love hearing from readers. Fic really does feel like I’m writing directly for you guys. And so it’s great to get feedback or excited squealing because it makes it less lonely and helps me feel like I’m a part of it with you guys. I love when friends comment, I love when people who I only know through excited screeching on ao3 comment, I really love it all.

Recently, a longtime reader left a comment on my recent update of The Set Up just to thank me for writing this year and it was so moving and so lovely I teared up. It was unbelievably kind and thoughtful. That really snuck in at the end of the year for one that just took the cake for me.

Something that inspired your writing

Everything. Angels in America. Echoing Jo by saying Prince Harry’s memoir Spare. A lot of Haladriel and Darklina works and writers. Bruce Springsteen. Lysistrata. Babel by R.F. Kuang. Little Rabbit by Alyssa Songsiridej. Babylon the film. Singing in the Rain. The West Wing lol. Dachshunds (English cream) and Greyhounds. The British royals. Kafka. Religious trauma. Guts by Olivia Rodrigo (specifically bad idea, right?). Wet Dream and Chaise Lounge by Wet Leg. The people who broke my heart and the people who helped me stitch it back up. My fellow writers and friends, always.

Your proudest accomplishment

Getting over a bad depressive episode and writing slump and purposefully refocusing my attentions to: myself, why I felt compelled to write, and the people who did love me and read my writing and made that clear, as opposed to the people who didn’t.

Do you have any writing goals for next year?

To finish The Set Up. To finish some Perfect Park drabbles and revisit the west wing au for some good election year distraction. And, maybe, to take a little break as I work on original things. I am not leaving, don’t worry. I have set some professional and personal goals for myself that require more of my emotional and intellectual time/space/energy and I need to refocus some efforts there. But I’m not done and I will be back. I’m tentatively planning something quite exciting fic-wise. If it comes to fruition, I’ll tell you all in time.

Tagging @grantairesbottle @amalinwrites who is never on tumblr but I’ll annoy her to do it, @bad-surprise @inkbugfic @ladykettlechips and Rama whose tumblr @ I always forget to do this lol

[spooky-activity]

She’s so scrunkly. Thoughts on her Pokemon under the cut.

Corsola (Roslyn): Her first Pokemon, captured off the very shores of Nuvelle territory. Originally a lively shade of pink, she took a grievous wound protecting Constance during their flight from Nuvelle, but through sheer force of will fought through the veil to return to her trainer.

Cherrim (Lelia): Gifted to her by her parents as a Cherubi. Cherrim's Flower Gift ability reversed at the same time Constance stopped being able to stand sunlight. She insists on staying out of her Pokeball, by Constance's side, even and especially in direct sunlight.

Chandelure (Amara): A Litwick followed Constance as she escaped Nuvelle. She's not sure if she was the spirit of someone she'd lost, or just a Pokemon who took a liking to her. In either case, her ghostly light has helped Constance through many a long night of magical experimentation.

Cubone (Somnus): While she was fleeing Nuvelle, Constance found a lonely Cubone, seeming to have lost his family. She felt deeply for him, and took him with her.

Corviknight (Reld): Corviknight is a popular Pokemon amongst the Imperial nobility, what with the whole double headed black eagle thing. I know it's a raven, but it's also a KNIGHT. IT WORKS. GET OFF MY ASS. Of course, in an effort to present as noble as possible, Constance caught the first Rookidee she could find and trained him up into a fierce battler who doesn't mind when spells are slung from his back. He's rather prideful.

Zebstrika (Varkor): The most recent addition to Constance's party. Her experiments with his electricity led her to fully understand the powerful Bolting spell, and even improve upon it.