#fic: the sweetest thing

[hippolotamus]

Fuck it Friday/Last Line Challenge 🌻

Last night, there I am, lovingly thinking of having enough energy to write on my current WIPs, when @pirrusstuff and I start discussing cowboy boots. Specifically ones with sunflowers on them. And that, friends, is how we ended up here. Please accept this brain dump of words in which Buck is the local livestock vet that Eddie Diaz absolutely cannot stand, but is forced to deal with.

“Bobby.” Eddie’s tone borders on a whine. “There’s nothing else you can do?” “‘Fraid not. I’ve pulled out every trick I know. Ya gotta call him.” Bobby pauses for what Eddie’s certain is only dramatic effect. “Unless, of course, you want her to get an infection or, more realistically, die.” Eddie sighs and lets his head drop between his shoulders. He knows Bobby’s right, even had a feeling it might come to this before Bobby started throwing him nervous glances when Lola didn’t appear to be progressing. Unfortunately, now, there’s no time to waste on Eddie’s petty grudge.   Without looking up from where he’s crouched next to his very pregnant, very distressed mare, Eddie holds his hand out expectantly.   “Already dialed for you,” Bobby says, a little too smugly, handing him the phone.   “‘Lo?” The familiar voice answers, sounding like he’s chewing. Logically, Eddie knows it’s just coincidental timing, but it still feels like a purposeful slight. “Buckley, I’ve got a mare in labor, stalled. Between me and Nash we’ve tried everything we can think of, but we’re gonna need a hand here.”   There’s a long pause that would make him think they got disconnected except for the loud crunching.  “Huh,” Buck finally says. “So there is something you can’t do.” “Are you coming or not?” Eddie spits back. He can practically hear the smirk forming on Buck’s lips.  “Don't worry, sunshine. Be right there.” 

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[hairmetal666]

At 16, Steve Harrington was everything Eddie accused him of being: spoiled, vapid, cruel, lazy, his entire life handed to him on a silver platter. He was the golden boy, the perfect son, the heir to the fortune, and he lived up to every expectation. Athletic, beautiful, charming—and sure, he didn’t get the best grades, but those, like anything, could be bought.

It was a privileged life, everyone said. But they didn’t stick around for the lonely nights by himself in that big house, or the weekends that slipped into weeks with no one around to care what Steve did or who he did it with. His parents were busy people. He understood. His mom always made it up to him when they came back to town, or at least she made the effort before he hit high school.

Steve found other ways to fill the silence. Packing the house with the basketball team and the swim team and the baseball team. Throwing ragers that no one ever called the cops about. His parents didn’t even mention it when they came home to the house a wreck, priceless antiques broken and shattered. He fucked wherever he pleased, hoping that his parents would come home and catch him on the pool table with his latest conquest.

His life of no consequences changed overnight the summer between his sophomore and junior year, the night of his mother’s annual mid-summer party.

Forever is the Sweetest Con Chapter 5, out now!

[honeybunnygummy]

I NEED SOME BYERS-HOPPER FAMILY BONDING NEXT SEASON I WILL NOT LIVE WITHOUT IT I WILL DIE

[fairyofshampgyu]

Ayo why is bro reading my fics ? 🤨 FR BECAME A BAKER ! HE LOOKS SOAHHH💗💕💞💞💕💘💖💗💗💘💞💕💖💗 SOOBIE BOOBIE I LOVE HIM

[whiskeyghoul]

Piercing Problems || [Spencer Reid x Reader]

A/N: I am back again with a oneshot inspired by a message @dreampissybaby sent me. The idea of having reader be scared to get her ears pierced. I changed a bit of the prompt to fit the idea I got from it but still hope you like it.

Tags: Comfort, piercings, mentions of needles, fluff

You have been wanting to get your ears pierced for a while. Seeing your coworkers adorn their body with tiny glinting pieces of jewelry was turning you to this decision to get your ears pierced. Every day while working at the coffee shop you saw customers with different jewelry in their lobes. Your best friend showed you a pair of earrings shaped like little coffee cups that were absolutely adorable. Spencer, your boyfriend of a few months, had taken it upon himself to research the best piercing shop in the city when you told him your plan to get your ears pierced. Only wanting the best for you. He’d picked out a place. Even though you wanted to get your ears pierced, you were hesitant to say the least.

There was one problem. A fear of needles. That’s why the appointment wasn’t made yet. Or so you thought. It was a Wednesday afternoon, you had taken the opening shift that day to spend time with Spencer after work. The mingled smells of coffee, tea, and baked goods filling the air with warmth. You were just placing a new pastry in the display case as you heard the soft jingle of the bell, signaling a new customer. The boyfriend in question had just entered the shop with a smile on his face. You watched him walk up to the counter, towards you at the cash register. “What can I get you?” You asked, acting like he had been an old customer. “two cappuccinos to go. And my girlfriend along with that.” He answered as he rested his hand on the strap of his leather bag, adjusting it slightly as he leaned forward. A slight blush covered his face, like it always did whenever he called you his girlfriend, or his in general. “Coming right up.” You answered, leaning over the counter, unable to resist giving him a quick peck on the lips. Once you finished up the coffees you took off your apron, bidding goodbye to your coworkers and friends before stepping away from the counter. Two to go cups in hand you made your way over to Spencer, who was sitting comfortably in one of the chairs. You watched him nervously fiddle with his hands for a moment before deciding to walk up. “Here you go.” You said, handing him the cup before he stood up. “Thanks. I, eh, I have something for you.” He responded as he took the cup with his left hand, before using his right to fish around in that leather bag of his. He pulled out a small box, neatly wrapped with a layer of dark blue gift wrapping and a silver ribbon tied in a bow. “What’s the occasion?” You asked, knowing you didn’t forget a special anniversary, or even your own birthday. “I just saw it and wanted to get it for you. Open it.” Spencer urged as he slightly leaned forward and backwards on his feet, he was nervous to see your reaction. 

You pulled on the bow, unraveling it before gently unwrapping the paper. It was a small jewelry box, not big enough for a bracelet or a necklace, perhaps big enough for a ring. You looked up at Spencer, trying to gauge his reaction, you’d thought it was too soon for a proposal, he didn’t seem nervous enough for it to be one anyways. You lifted the lid from the box gently to see two small, silver coffee cups on some foam. The earrings you had told him about. “Spencer… Thank you. This is so sweet, but I can’t wear them.” You said softly, slightly disappointed in yourself that you hadn’t gotten your ears pierced yet. “Yeah you can, we are going to get your ears pierced today.” He said with a smile. He might have seen the panic cross your face as he quickly grabbed your hand, taking the lid and closing the jewelry box. “I’ll be with you. I’ll hold your hand. Nothing bad is going to happen. And if it does hurt you can squeeze as hard as you want.” He said softly, dark amber eyes looking deeply into yours. He kissed your cheek, the action working to soothe your nerves slightly. “Alright?” He asked. “Alright.” You responded.

He took you to the piercing shop, a woman covered in tattoos and piercings welcoming you and directing you to a sterile room. She had a friendly smile, doing her best to comfort you as she explained what was going to happen. Spencer had probably told her about your fear of needles. She showed all her tools except for the needle, the clamps, the marker, even the cotton pad that would sterilize the area. Spencer sat next to you the entire time, holding your hand, his thumb soothingly stroking the back of yours. “What you’ll feel is a slight pinch, like this…” She said as she gently pinched one of your lobes, showing what it would feel like. “I heard you have your own jewelry that you’d like to use.” She said and you nodded your head. “Yeah, these.” You said and held out the small jewelry box. “Alright, I’ll go and sterilize them before I put them in.” The woman said, taking the small box and then taking out the jewelry. She made quick work of cleaning them before she instructed you to sit on the plastic covered bench.  Spencer sat on a little stool next to you, never once letting go of your hand. The woman marked your ears, checking the symmetry before getting the clamp on your left ear. “Take a deep breath for me” She said and you did as you were told, closing your eyes as you breathed in and out. There was a slight pinch, causing you to squeeze Spencer’s hand. Her hands were on your ear for a small moment. The clamp released. “That’s one.” She said and you blinked your eyes open. It didn’t hurt as much as you expected, not even as much as it had when she pinched your ear. You looked at Spencer who gave you a soft smile, “Not that bad?” He asked. “Not at all…” you said half surprised. “I told you. Turn your head for me.” The woman said and you did, looking away from Spencer who still held your hand. She went through the same motions, and in a few seconds you were done.

She handed you a mirror. You smiled at your reflection, the little silver coffee cups in your ears were simply adorable. This was, maybe, the best decision you have made. Or rather, was made for you. “Show me.” Spencer said and you dropped your hand holding the mirror, facing Spencer head on. “Absolutely gorgeous.” He said softly before gently pressing his lips to yours in one of the softest kisses he’s ever given you. “Thank you for taking me.” You whispered against his lips before he pulled away.

The woman gave you some instructions to take care and clean your new piercings, giving you a small bag with a sensitive skin soap and some tea tree oil before you went on your way home. Smile plastered on your face, happy with your new earrings but even happier with the best boyfriend out there.

[spybrarian]

Text posts I’ve made lately about Tanthamore fics I’ve read

Band AU aka Those rumors they have big teeth

By @isabrella @jade-claymore @allthefakepeople @resurrecho​

(rated Teen and up. Epic chapters! Even more epic drama! Hilarious! Painful! A multimedia masterpiece! Makes me scream at the authors a whole lot!!)

The Negotiation

...and the rest of the Kinkverse by @acre-of-wheat

(E rated! The most emotional smut!! A whole complete world full of backstory and pain and healing and more love than you can shake a switch at!)

(my heart is) yours to fill   

by @swashbucklery​

(Also E rated! More very very thoughtful smut!! Things get awakened in Kit! Jade has a truly wonderful time!)

I'll be the sweetest thing to ever scare you (aka Wyrm Jade)

By me, cos why not

(Rated M. Do you like girls who’ll give up ANYTHING to save the girl they love? Do you like devotion that is just UNSTOPPABLE?)

[iiscpr]

second course: 1

[mushiewrites]

Pillow Talk

I got this prompt (find it here) in the middle of the night yesterday and immediately had to start writing it. I dont even know how to explain it - it melted me, flustered me AND inspired me all at the same times. I seriously got goosebumps. I love this prompt so much, you all know I love my mean tks but I adore soft praisey tks too 🥺 Thank you so much for this anon, I hope you enjoy 💘

prompt: "OKOK so maybe lee!dream and ler George and sapnap? dream being a tired, overworking mess, AND on top of that having doubts about how his friends see him as, their friendship, if he’s weird or something, just being an overthinking puddle okay. And then the boys catch on and soft tickles ensue, lots of praises and compliments and reassurances :(. Dreams worst spot may be his tummy, but I HC that it’s also a melt spot if tickled correctly !! Pillow underneath his tummy and the softest kisses and the lightest trailing fingers and soft nibbling on the hips and sides until he’s just a mushy, giggling and happy puddle :3!!"

(lee!Dream / ler!George / ler!Sapnap : 2.3K words)

“Is the pillow really necessary?” Dream questioned, voice slightly wavering due to his nervousness. He looked down at his own tummy, his shirt pulled to his ribs in order to reveal the pale skin beneath it. His shoulder blades were pressed into the mattress as his back arched off the edge, a pillow or two wedged beneath him to further pull his tummy taut. He wiggled his hips back and forth to test his movement - it was more limited than he’d originally thought. 

After all, it was only George straddling his thighs. 

“Yes! It is definitely necessary,” The brunette quickly replied, leaning forward and using his pointer finger to boop Dream on the nose. “I mean, we need to have your tummy as stretched as possible!”

Dream clenched his jaw with a nose scrunch at the incredibly flustering explanation, turning his head to the side to try and hide his blushy cheeks as he squeezed his eyes shut and tried his best to ignore the elders teases. He brought his hands up to cover his face, needing a place to hide while he tried to calm his jitters the best he could.

“Yeah Dream,” he heard Sapnap from somewhere near the bottom of the bed, voice growing in volume as he walked closer and eventually took a seat on the bed next to George. “How else are we gonna give your tummy the love and attention it needs?” His question was followed up by two pokes on either side of his ribs, making sure to target the ones in the center purely because he knows they make Dream’s laughter jump in pitch. He batted the hands away with a squeal, moving them from his face to cover his torso with his arms. 

“W-Well I….I dohon’t-“

“Exactly!” the younger boy interrupted his stutters, leaning forward to crawl towards the empty area by the headrest of the bed. He took his place above Dream’s head, crossing his legs in front of him as he leaned over to smile down at the blonde, both giggling as they looked at each other from the upside down perspective.

“Besides,” George began, using his right hand to begin rubbing his palm soothingly all around Dream’s tummy, letting his fingertips drag teasingly from time to time just to hear Dream whine in an attempt to keep his giggles in. “You know why we’re here. We’re not here to wreck you, we’re here to help you!” 

“Yeah, we just want to help you feel good!” Sapnap chimed in as he leaned back and rested on his heels, running a hand gently through the sandy curls. “We know you’ve been overwhelmed lately with how busy everything’s been and with you not getting enough rest. You deserve to feel good, you deserve to relax - let us help you, okay?”

Even though he knew the two were serious, Dream still felt shivers down his spine at their reassurances. 

An hour earlier the blonde had been pacing at the top of the steps, hidden out of view in the hallway from George and Sapnap who were sitting in the living room down stairs. A hand was buried into his hair while the other one was pressed against his cheek, trying to calm his anxieties and doubts he’d been feeling lately for no particular reason. He continued to pace back and forth in the limited space he had, trying to decide if he felt it was important enough to share with his two best friends. 

When he reached the start of the steps once more while continuing his walking, he was startled when he saw Sapnap staring up at him from the bottom of the steps. Dream let out a whine but decided to follow when Sapnap asked him to, finding himself squished between the boys on the couch while he spilled out his insecurities. At the end of it, he felt incredible. Though tears were shed, they had managed to help talk through his feelings and get a lot of the tension released from his muscles due to him holding all of his stress.

It would seem that the two weren’t finished as they began peppering quick little kisses all over his cheeks, dragging him up to his own bedroom while still in a fit of giggles. 

Those were the events that led them up to this moment - Dream with the pillows under his back with a very tiny British man straddling his waist. It would’ve been comical if he weren’t so damn flustered. 

“Dream?”

“Hm?”

The call of his name pulled him out of his thoughts as he felt warm hands wrap around both of his wrists. He watched as Sapnap slowly raised them up above his head and rested them in his own lap, still holding onto them as a confirmation of what they were planning on doing. 

“He asked you a question, angel. Is it okay if we help you feel nice?” The kindness in George’s voice caught him off guard, his jaw dropping slightly before realizing and snapping it shut again when he did. The brunette laughed at that but kept his cruel teases to himself, knowing this wasn’t the time to tease him into oblivion. 

“Mm….mhm.” Dream didn’t allow himself to answer with words, knowing it would come out high pitched and absolutely wrecked. The two boys weren’t always that gentle with him, at least not like this, and he had absolutely no idea what to do with the feeling. He felt giddy and excited, but at the same time he knew what they were capable of. He knew they promised to treat him nicely, but he couldn’t help but be a little nervous anyway.

“Great! Now I can tell you about how great of a person you are while George gives your tummy a little attention.” The moment the words left Sapnap’s lips and seeped into Dream’s ears he was whining, a long high pitched squeal revealing itself at the idea of George showing his tummy any form of attention. 

“What, Sap- nahaha wahait!” Dream was rudely interrupted by an eruption of airy giggles, light and jovial as George began to peck little kisses around his tummy with no warning. 

“For what, cutie pie? I wanna tell you how much we love you! And how incredibly hard working and boss bitch you are!” George stopped the tickly kisses to bark out a laugh at Sapnap’s choice of words, rolling his eyes as he listened to the other two boys giggling before getting back to the task at hand. He felt as Dream’s tummy jumped beneath his lips, attempting to suck in his stomach but not being able to hold it down forever. It didn’t really matter though - George’s lips followed regardless. 

“Nohoho!” Dream pulled lightly at his arms that were still being held up by Sapnap, groaning when they didn’t move and the younger boy’s strength was put on display. “You’re bohohoth idiots- NO NO NO NO NOHOHO!” 

The insult that he threw at the two brunettes prompted George to take a quick inhale of air, filling his lungs as much as he could before dropping his head down and blowing a raspberry on his lower tummy. Dream was squealing, practically in stitches as he began thrashing and kicking pathetically, his laughter growing once more. 

“AHAHA OKAHAHAY! I’m sohohOHRRY!” Dream’s apology was cut off once more as George blew another quick raspberry, this time directly over the sensitive little dip in the center of his stomach. Before he could reach hysterics, George was rubbing his hand over it, doing his best to calm the tingly sensation he was still experiencing.

“George, we’re supposed to be helping him, not killing him.” Sapnap commented with a chuckle as George sat up sheepishly, wiping the back of his hand over his mouth as he shrugged his shoulders. Dream was attempting to catch his breath while the elder replied.

“I know I know, I just couldn’t help it. He insulted us! He’s the real idiot, we both know that!” George exclaimed in fake annoyance, causing Sapnap and Dream to break out into a melody of giggles. Sapnap rolled his eyes at the older boy as he gently ran his thumbs over the insides of Dream’s wrists, smiling when he heard him let out a relaxed sigh. “I promise to be gentle now, okay Dreamie?”

Dream felt the heat rise in his cheeks at the nickname that George always used to fluster him, butterflies in his stomach further heightening the sensation of the ghost tickles. He nodded his head and was sent into another flurry of giggles as George began to kiss over his lower tummy once again, the brunette giggling along with him every time Dream let out a squeak when he would kiss over the patch of skin directly under his belly button.

“Now, as I was saying before we were so rudely interrupted, you are incredible,” Sapnap suddenly continued, making a dig at the oldest boy while still rubbing his thumbs over the thin skin on his wrists. The curly haired brunette slowly began to trace his pointer fingers up Dream’s  forearms, smiling when the giggles turned into little chirpy squeaks. “You are so smart, and you’re so extremely talented, Dream.”

The blonde opened and closed his fists, not knowing what to do with them as he didn’t want to pull them away from Sapnap’s tickling fingers. While the sensation was very tickly, it also felt incredibly relaxing and he didn’t want it to end. The same sensation soon appeared on his tummy as George began lightly tracing over it, sometimes allowing a finger or two to trace over the spots he had just kissed just to make his laugh get a little louder. Dream melted into the bed at this treatment, the softness of it all turning his brain to putty as the two continued their light tickles and praises. 

“You’re such an amazing friend too, Dream. Don’t ever think you’re not. You do so much for everyone, you care so much about everyone no matter what. You really care about us all, and we feel it. And we love you just as much.” Sapnap continued speaking his train of thought, only letting up when he saw that Dream’s eyes had become glassy. He cooed at him and moved his hands from his forearms, instead guiding one through Dream’s curls once again. 

George followed Sap’s lead, slowing down his skittering fingers as he leaned back to sit up, looking down at the boy below him and also audibly cooing at how adorable he was like this. “Gosh Dream, how do you expect us not to tickle you so much when you melt so easily for us?”

His hands, now free from Sapnap’s grip, moved quickly to cover his face, groaning when he heard the other two boys laughing at the action. 

“Oh come on, baby boy, we were nice to you. It wasn’t that bad.” Sapnap purred, feeling his stubble rub across his left ear as the younger boy leaned in closer to speak. Dream let one of his hands temporarily move from his face to rub his palm at the shell of his ear, biting his lips to prevent any more laughter from escaping so he didn’t set them off again. 

“Stohohp! You’re- you’re stihihill both idiohohots!” 

The silence he was met with told Dream that he had made a big mistake. When he was about to lower his hands to see what the other boys were doing, they were pulled away by Sapnap, who had a tight grip on his wrists again. And just like before, Dream watched as he pulled them over his head, the same butterflies he felt earlier reappearing, this time doubling in the fluttery feeling. He couldn’t keep the smile off of his face as he opened his eyes to see George and Sapnap grinning down at him, clearly fueled by the reused insult he was punished for earlier in the night.

“You know, I think our little puppy here could use some more reassurance. What do you think, George?” Dream’s eyes bulged at statement, the butterflies returning once more as he looked between the two boys quickly, feeling his stomach drop as he saw how wide their smirks were.

“Absolutely.” And with that, the tickling began again. Sap continued to trace the gentlest lines up and down his forearms while George littered his tummy with kisses, using his fingertips to skitter lightly at the sides of it. Dream let out a strangled yelp at the second round of tickles, falling into bright giggles as he threw his head back against the blankets, his eyes squeezed shut as he allowed himself to melt further into the mattress.

They continued like this well into the late hours of the night, the two eventually falling down on either side of Dream to cuddle him and drown him in even more praise. The blonde couldn’t stop himself from blushing, the widest smile on his face as his best friends continued to whisper compliments and reassurances until he was sound asleep between them. They each placed a kiss to the top of his before cuddling back down into the human space heater that Dream was, both allowing the calming sounds of Dream’s breathing lull them to sleep.

[paxohana]

The Sweetest Thing - The Dinner

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Naruto (Anime & Manga) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka Characters: Umino Iruka, Uzumaki Naruto, Jiraiya (Naruto), Hatake Kakashi, Uchiha Sasuke, Yuuhi Kurenai, Maito Gai | Might Guy Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Bakery, Alternate Universe - Tattoo Parlor, Iruka Is a Baker, Kakashi Is a Tattoo Artist, First Meetings, Tattoos, Lunch date, Getting to Know Each Other, dinner together Summary:

The evening of Kakashi and Iruka's dinner has arrived, opening opportunities for them.

Iruka’s nerves were nearly shot by the time he reached Kakashi’s house. He sat in his car for longer than was polite in an attempt to quell his anxiety. Taking a few deep breaths, he held tightly to whatever courage he had summoned and slowly walked toward the front door. It opened before he reached it, a smiling Kakashi greeting him. He couldn’t control the thundering of his heart when he took in the white tank top that clung to every line of muscle on the man’s torso or the jeans that fit him like a second skin. Gulping harshly, Iruka returned Kakashi’s smile with one of his own.

“Hi. How are you?” Iruka asked.

“I’ve been well. Busy but well,” Kakashi replied, “Come on in and you can tell me about your day while I get the steaks ready and throw together a salad.”

[the-eclectic-wonderer]

Summary:

Three little scenes on the theme of singing.

:) I was in the mood for something short and sweet. Hope you enjoy!

[itooaminthisepisode]

back at it again with another hilson fic!! shorter one this time but it's so fluffy that your teeth might melt lmao :)

[smoosnoom]

incredible submission by @http-byler :) sobbing btw

[loveandthings11]

Naomi loving Kendall's shoulders 💕

His shoulder, always his shoulder ❤️

[nancyheart11]

As much as I love dad squad stuff, I need to know what "Sky's blue dabudee dabudah" is

>:)

Short answer the next chapter in Blush of Dawn

Long answer

After Twilight got injured by the Shadow, instead of waking up the next morning normally he was awoken by sunlight burning his skin, as during the night he got turned into a Shadow beast.

The obvious thing to do when you wake up as a monster is run way so that the heroes you've been travelling with don't immediately murder you. Unfortunately for Twilight the heroes assume he's been kidnapped and aren't going to be stopped, even with the kidnapper having taken Epona as well.

The heroes travel for a bit following Sky's dowsing for the Ordon shield (why'd the kidnapper take that?) run into some monster's, fight and then Wind gets mckidnapped himself by a black blur. (where did Epona come from???)

Wind wakes up and has possibly the weirdest interaction with a monster ever?? it's weirdly friendly, polite, and is willing to carry him all the way back to the group of stab happy heroes??

Wild figures out that Epona knows where Twilight is and leaves camp in the middle of the night to find out. She brings him to the Shadow beast and Wild only almost stabs him.

When they get back to camp and the confusion gets cleared up the heroes start trying to figure out how to get Twilight back to being Hylian, going through a portal and that where ilthis chapter will start!

Last time we had a Sky POV Sky was dowsing and the heroes were very confident in back and slash the first dark thing we find, so it'll be fun to see what his thoughts on the situation are now :)

[spybrarian]

Jade loves her, and she loves Jade, and – and Kit thinks of Elora, of their shared belief about what is truly powerful. Thinks of all she’s done and the worlds she’s crossed and what she’s chosen to live for. Love is going to help Kit claw the blindfold off Jade’s eyes and love is going to help Jade claw her way out of the evil that’s got hold of her. She's going to fight for Jade, and Kit knows how she’s gonna do it; she’s going to get to the Lux. To the Cuirass. They chose her, the Lux sunk into her chest and changed her, she can’t forget what it felt like to become a shield. To root her feet in the ground and push back the darkness. It chose her, it changed her. She’s a shield. Jade chose her too. Kit holds onto that; in the Wildwood, and every day since, Jade chose her…

Chapter 4 is up!

I'll be the sweetest thing to ever scare you (45884 words) by spybrarian, aka, the Wyrm!Jade fic

[httpiastri]

started a new job on monday so i've been extremely stressed out and barely in here at all. thankfully i have tomorrow and friday off (!!! racing again!!!!!) so i'll be in and answering asks & writing. and probs kinda live commentating the f2 & f3 events <3 have this osc cutie scrunch & his pretty nose as an apology for not answering asks 🤲