#jaz is so smooth

[caashmoneynae]

QUICKIE.

METHOD MAN x BLACK!FEM!PLUS-SIZED!OC

SUMMARY: in which Clifford wants a quickie before Teja goes out with her friends. ✨

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"𝗝𝗔𝗭, 𝗜'𝗠 𝗚𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗜𝗡' 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗦 𝗪𝗘 𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗞. 𝗜'𝗗 𝗕𝗘 𝗔𝗟𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗬 𝗗𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗜𝗙 𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗗 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗣 𝗥𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗡' 𝗠𝗘." Teja chuckled, adjusting her breasts in her black spaghetti-strap body-con dress, as Jazmyn giggled and Teja playfully rolled her eyes at her as if she could see her, pushing her brown silk-pressed hair behind her shoulder while she took in her appearance.

(A/N: pronounced 'TEA•JUH')

Teja's hair was styled in a classic side part as it flowed down her back and stopped in the middle of it, a gold 'T' necklace sitting around her neck while two medium-sized gold hoops rested in her ears. her wrist held a gold bracelet that her boyfriend Clifford had given her for her birthday last month and her left ankle held a golden anklet with a heart on it while her lips were glossy and sparkling with lipgloss and she ran her fingers down her dress to smooth out the ruffles in it, her slightly chubby fingers running over her pudgy stomach while she looked at herself in the bathroom mirror.

plus-sized or not, she looked good, and not even a hating ho could deny that.

"i'm sorry, T, i'm just so excited! i can't wait to go out and celebrate this promotion, i'ma get lit as fuck." Jazmyn smiled as Teja chuckled and gripped the hem of her dress, pulling it down a bit so it wouldn't expose her goodies.

"trust me, i know that feelin'. now can i get off the phone and finish gettin' ready?" Teja asked, raising a brow at the house phone, as she rested her hands on her hips and heard shuffling before hearing Jazmyn's voice.

"don't get smart with me, girl. but yes, you can. see you at the club, T!" Jazmyn exclaimed, enthusiasm in her voice, as Teja smiled at hearing how giddy she was and she let out a soft chuckle.

"see you at the club, Jaz." the call soon ended after this, and Teja's eyes scanned her appearance for a second time, taking in her glowy skin and laid hair while a small smile crept onto her face.

"man, i look too good." as if on cue with her soft words of praise, Clifford popped up at the doorway of the bathroom, and Teja looked over at him as she watched his brown eyes wander down her body.

"what you all dressed up for?" Clifford asked, running his tongue over his lips, as he leaned down to her and gave her a kiss, wiping her lipgloss off of his mouth while Teja smiled at him.

"my girl Jaz got a promotion at her job today and she wants me and the rest of the girls to go out with her tonight," Teja explained, a smile on her face, as Clifford slipped behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands resting against her pudge while he kissed the side of her neck, "Cliff— uh-uh, baby, no. we not 'bout to do this right now."

one thing about Clifford, if he was in the mood, you'd know it. the first thing he'd do is kiss your neck, and he knew that was one of Teja's weaknesses, so he always used it to his advantage.

"you look too good for me to let you leave without diggin' you out first," Clifford smirked lowly, making Teja playfully roll her eyes, as Teja felt his hands caress her thighs and his lips inched up to earlobe, "let me just stick the tip in."

"you know damn well you ain't never gave me just the tip," Teja laughed, earning a chuckle from Clifford, as the male gently kissed her earlobe and Teja shivered at the contact, "you make it so hard to resist you, boy."

"good. that means i'm doin' a good job," Clifford chuckled, kissing the side of her face, as Teja giggled and rested her hands on top of hers, "just gimme a few minutes and i'll let you leave."

"a few minutes, Cliff?" Teja asked, emphasizing the word "few", as she felt Clifford's hands slide underneath her dress and she bit down on her bottom lip, her back pressed up against his broad chest while he peppered kisses on her shoulder.

"a few minutes, shorty."

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"o-ohhh, shit! yes, yes, yesssss!" Teja cried, her left leg resting on Clifford's shoulder and her anklet grazing his earlobe, as her eyes rolled back so far that her irises were no longer visible and Clifford peppered kisses on the side of her neck, marking her with a few hickeys while he continued to slam his hips into hers.

to be blunt, this was their fourth round, and it had been almost an hour since they first started, but Teja was unaware of this. it's safe to say that Teja was right to be hesitant in accepting Clifford's "few minutes" of pleasure.

"oh, God, you feel s-so good, baby!" Teja moaned loudly, tightly gripping and scratching up his back, as Clifford smirked slyly and let out a low groan of pleasurable pain at feeling her nails dig into his back, his lips inching up to her earlobe while he gently tugged at it with his teeth.

"you sound so pretty when you moan for me like that, shorty," Clifford mumbled raspily in her ear as Teja's jaw slightly dropped at hearing his husky tone and her legs subconsciously spread wider, "i'm makin' that pussy feel good, huh, gorgeous?"

"y-yes! o-oh, my— ooooh, shit!" Teja squealed, her knee grazing her shoulder, as Teja's brows furrowed at his tip slamming into her spot and she suddenly slapped at his back, "right there!"

"right here, ma? huh? i hit that spot?" Clifford smirked, purposely aiming his hips to hit her erogenous zone, as Teja's eyes rolled back and she held onto the male tightly, high-pitched moans and cries leaving her lips while her nails dug deeper into his back and left behind battle scars.

"y-yes! oh, yes! aw, shit, i'm 'bout to cum, baby!" Teja announced, her legs beginning to shake, as Clifford kept his pace the same and continued to thrust her spot, causing her climax to come crashing down almost immediately after her outburst.

her juices cascaded down her inner thighs and Clifford's shaft as it coated the sheets, drenching them in her arousal while her man continued to fuck her through her orgasm. his strokes gradually decreased in speed and Teja whimpered feebly at the change in pace before weakly slapping Clifford's shoulder, making him chuckle.

"nigga, you only said a few minutes." Teja whined, her voice raspy and her throat sore, as Clifford let out a soft laugh and looked down at her, resting his forehead on top of hers before kissing her lips.

"You shoulda' knew I was lyin', baby, this pussy too good to only be in it fa' a few minutes."

[here2bbtstrash]

Since I’m in lovvvvve with Jimin being all subby… may I please request reader sucking/edging jimin off until he begs for her pussy🔥🙈

Thank you and I love youuuu happy jihope month 💜🫶🏼

HI JAZ ILY 🥺 i kinda cheated a little bc my brain...... really wanted to write fleshlight porn idk i have no excuse. but i hope this still gives you what you were looking for 🥰 stan sub!jimin forever and ever !!!!

~taking jihope drabble requests all month!!~

pairing: sub!jimin x dom!reader wordcount: just over 1k but i won't tell if u don't contains: subbbbbby jimin, reader is pretty soft w him 🥰, edging with a fleshlight hehe, orgasm control/denial, crying, quick mention of brat taming, one face slap, dumbification if u squint, mentions of ownership, teasing, BEGGING, noona kink (sorry 🙈), unprotected sex, jimin comes immediately, we love him anyway

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Jimin’s got his mouth dropped open, tongue lolling out, showing off the places where he’s soft and pink the whole way down.

Eyes closed, lids flickering, keeping time with the pace of his hips. Twitching, shaky, humping up into the toy in your hand as you work it over his cock. The slide is easy, his shaft slick from his own mess of precum and the thick squirt of lube you prepped him with.

There’s a loud squelch for every sloppy pass of silicone down his length, a dirty fucking sound, but Jimin is too gone for the sour-shame shivers that drew his nipples up tight when you first started pumping him. He’s chasing the feeling entirely now, all animal. Brainless.

You want to take him in your mouth and bite down– on the fat muscle of his tongue, the weeping head of his flushed-dark dick, everywhere.

Chew him up and spit him out, pretty baby boy.

“Y-yeah,” Jimin pants, tongue thick in his mouth. “Oh, fuck.”

The muscles of his thighs roll and flex as he fucks himself closer, his cock rabbiting up into your grip, strokes punctuated by desperate little whines, wet gasps. His voice is wrecked, wrung out with pleasure. “Just like that, fuck, fuck–”

All at once, you pull the toy off and watch as denial crashes over Jimin like a wave.

He collapses against the bed, a shattered groan torn from the back of his throat. Shivering, hips still jerking with enough force to smack his useless cock against the flat plane of his stomach, like he’s trying to get himself over that so-close edge untouched. His balls are drawn up tight, surely heavy and aching with pent-up release, enough that a fresh, fat teardrop of it leaks from his slit.

When you drag your gaze back up his body, you find more tears glittering at the edge of his lash line.

You shift up to straddle Jimin’s spread, shaking thighs as his hips finally still; you’re so turned on you may very well be dripping wetness too.

“Are you going to be a good boy now? Not a little brat anymore?” you ask softly, and he nods, bottom lip twisted between his teeth.

“Use your words.” You know he’s not too far gone for it.

“Y-yes. I will,” he sniffs. “Be so good.”

It’s so easy, the pliant way he moves when you grab his jaw with your hand, tilting his chin up to force his gaze to follow. Doesn’t even flinch at the slap you deliver to his cheek, just because you can.

“Then tell me who owns you.”

“Noona does,” that sweet little broken voice mewls.

“Yeah? Who does your cock belong to?”

“Noona,” Jimin answers as you tighten your grip on him again, pressing the blunt edge of your nails into the smooth, soft skin beneath them. “To noona. My cock belongs to noona.”

“That’s right, baby. It’s mine to do whatever I want with. To play with for as long as I want, hmm? Even all day?”

“Love it,” he gasps. There’s a flush to his skin all over, blooming hot want; his chest heaves with it. “Love it when you play with m-my cock all day. ‘Cause it’s y-yours.”

“Aw, baby.” That deserves its own reward. “You are a good boy, huh?”

His fingers twist helplessly in the sheets when you flick a thumb over the brown bud of his nipple, just once. It kicks through him like an electric shock, you can feel it, his hips bucking up between your legs.

“Yeah,” he whines. Reiterates, “‘M yours.”

So fucking perfect. “Why don’t you tell noona what you want, then?” you purr.

A tear drips down Jimin’s face as he breathes his confession like a sinner. Like he’s ashamed to even ask for it, good boy that he is. “Want noona’s pussy.”

“Is that right?”

All it takes is your thighs spread a little wider for you to sink low enough that the folds of your cunt kiss his glossed-wet shaft. Jimin outright moans when you roll your hips, dragging your pussy along his needy cock once, then again.

“Just like this, baby?” You move slow for the delicious slide of him over your clit, and it’s torture good enough to have you both leaking slick.

It takes Jimin three tries to get the word out. “Inside,” he finally whimpers. “Want in, noona.”

“Yeah, you wanna fuck me? Is that it?”

A sob wracks his chest as you keep grinding your slit on him, slow-burn sparks popping in your gut as he loses it beneath you. “Please, noona. Wanna come, wanna fill it up, be a good boy. Please let me in.” He’s babbling, spine arching up like his body’s pleading too.

“Oh, baby,” you murmur. “How can I say no when you ask for it so pretty?”

Jimin’s shuddering like a plucked string, as if every inch of him is hovering on the edge of indulgent blackout pleasure. He’s still begging, an endless pleasepleaseplease drooling out over his tongue until you finally, finally line yourself up to the fat head of his cock and let him stretch your pussy open.

You’re halfway down his shaft when he gasps, “I’m coming.”

“Good boy,” you rasp, greedy for it now as you take him entirely. “Give me what’s mine. Did so good, saved it all for me.”

You can feel the hot pulse of his cock squeezed tight by your walls, pouring out thick spurts of cum, giving back everything you worked up in him. Tears spill down his face, the sweet fucked-up relief kind, like his whole body is shattering to pieces, coming all the way apart.

Jimin takes his time with his long-denied orgasm, his hips shoving up in twitchy aftershocks until he’s worked his way through the last of it. His cock throbs, spent and empty inside of you.

“What do you say, baby?” You reach both hands up to swipe your thumbs over the tear tracks on his face.

“Thank you, noona,” Jimin breathes, his voice softer without that raw edge of need coloring his words. He nuzzles his cheek into the palm of your hand, smudges a kiss there too. The creases under his eyes deepen in an afterglow smile, all the desire shot through him now replaced by the molten warmth of praise.

“You know the rules.”

You tip forward to grab your small purple bullet off the nightstand, then let it drop carelessly onto Jimin’s torso, where it tumbles down to rest in the hollow dip beneath the swell of his ribcage.

“Keep that pretty little cock where it belongs and make noona come, too.”

[violetcookie2007]

I started listening to Dimension 20's Fantasy High series and have gotten to sophomore year, and I have a little headcannon. The Bad Kids have a shared playlist with everyone's favorite music. I have a feeling that it would go like rock or some kind, Fig and Gorgug, some sea shanties, Fabian, smooth jaz, Riz, and some random classical music that Adaine was forced to listen to that was replaced by some pop that she and Kristen like. They have listened to this so many times that they can all sing the songs by heart and all know each other's favorite songs. I also feel like Riz has listened to all of Fig and Gorgug's music even though it isn't really his style.

[starsheild]

Forbidden Magic: Risk

Forbidden Magic-Risk

It had been Jackpot’s suggestion to disguise themselves as pilgrims on a journey north to the golden spires, seeking the blessing of the Avatar of Primus, the Prime. The local priests had watched them carefully, but when Jazz had stepped up and presented them with an offering, asking for a blessing on their journey.

The golden figurine and the highgrade had been accepted, and the priest had bid them kneel to accept their blessing. “May your journey be smooth and swift, and may Primus grant that you find that which you seek.” With those glyphs he touched each of their forhealms, leaving a small golden mark .

“Yer a genius Jackpot.” Jaz murmured as they set in a circle in the open public yard of the temple, munching on the part of a solar loaf. The thick loaf wasn’t exactly tasty, but it was filling and nutritious. The mineral loaf and the cube of energon were provided by temple for any in need, and the pilgrims had been offered them after they had been blessed. The blessing marks now only earned them momentary glances and then dismissal compared to the long looks of suspicion from before.

“I’d heard talk o’ it. Never known anyone that’d done it, but ‘pparently they’re true.” Jackpot replied as he nawed on his own loaf. “Got us in.”

Ricohet grunted in agreement as he washed down the last of his own solar loaf with some energon. “So what now.”

“Well, seein’ as how I got us permission ta recharge in the courtyard this dark cycle ta save us a room.” Jazz said as he stretched out on the ground. “I say we be thankful for ours blessin’s ‘n rest ‘fore we go lookin’ fer what we seek.”

Understanding nods passed between the group as they copied Jazz’s actions, arranging themselves to spend the dark cycle.

Prowl was pulled from a restless recharge by a firm servo on his chin forcing his helm up. His optics came online to look, and he wished that he could return to that recharge, as poor as it had been. The cold optics looking into his froze him to spark. They were not empty as he first thought, but sharp and full of cunning.

“Fresh power. Excellent.” Lifespark comment, though the glyphs were uttered in almost a detached fashion as he studied Prowl. “Your kind are becoming harder to find. I will have to start looking into alternatives. Or possibly new… arrangements. But for now…” He stepped back and turned to the workbench, digits dancing over the tools now arranged on the smooth work surface.

Prowl risked tilting his helm far enough to be able to see Soaring out of the corner of his optic. His origin was restrained in her cage, and his spark constricted in his chassis. She looked so small compared the creator he remembered. She had faced everything that life had thrown at her and survived it. Conquered it. Yet the sad green optics that rose to meet his were dim, the light of life leached from them.

“That one is fading. You all do, eventually. Despite all my efforts to the contrary.” Lifesparks glyphs drew Prowl’s attention back to the mech standing before him once more. Prowl had neither heard nor sensed his approach, the realization chilling his spark even more. Even in his current state he should have noticed something. It was all he could do to keep from flinching as his chest plate was removed and tossed aside. Light from the spark lamps on the wall reflected off the razor edge of a blade, ad before Prowl could process what was happening pain exploded above his spark.

When he could focus again he found himself looking at a small vial of his own inner energon, glowing in the light. He shuddered, though if it was from pain or ths sight he wasn’t sure. His focus shifted to Lifespark, and the small cold smile of pleasure he wore. “Fresh, and very bright. You are young. You will last a long time. Not like some of the others recently.”

His expression shifted to one of contemplation and he lifted the knife, glossa flicking out to clean Prowl’s energon from the blade.”

“Excellent.”

While the temple itself was never completely still, once the darkness fell the public departed. A little to their surprise, they were not the only group of travelers that had sought refuge in the temple. Jazz was thankful though. It gave all more credence to their cover, and would provide additional coverage for their actions. Jazz watched the comings and goings of the temple inhabitants, Richochet at his side. In the deep of the dark cycle he looked to his twin, and in silent agreement they slipped from their berthpads into the shadows.

Behind them was the sounds of mecha shifting around, and Jazz knew that the other were arranging the now vacant pads to appear as though they were still occupied. While the location might be a new one, this was a familiar path, one they had trod together many times before.

“Which way?” Rico asked so softly that only another Poly, and one standing right next to another, would hear once they had slipped in the temple proper. Jazz looked around, listening, searching for any clue. For all of their careful looking and watching, the only thing they had heard or seen pertaining to the witchmecha had been what felt like a standing litany on how corrupt and evil they were.

Ricochet looked at him in the shadows, concern clearly written on his features and washing over the the bond between their sparks. Almost Jazz waivered in his belief, but something still drew him deeper. It was the same feeling in his tanks that told him that Prowl was still alive. With a firmer nod he moved further into the temple. It was easy to slip through the temple, around the priests and the temple acolytes and servants going about their functionings. These mecha had no reason to fear anything in the heart of their home.

A lack of fear that made the nervousness of one stand out. Jazz touched his twins shoulder and tipped his helm in the direction of the agitated mech. Painted as a temple servant, the small mech had a tray carefully balanced in his servos, his entire focus on this one task as he hurried through the halls. He stopped in front of an imposing set of double doors, set the tray down, knocked once, and then scurried away.

Jazz hung in the shadows, Ricochet at his side, and waited. Almost a klik later the one of the doors opened wide enough for a mech to retrieve the tray and close it again. Jazz and Rico looked at each, silently planning. They had worked together for far to long to need glyphs to the plan something like this out. The doors, for all their size, moved silently, but they had no idea what lay on the other side. This temple was old though, and many of the ancient ventliation shafts were still in place, shielded from the optic by guilded covers.

It was though one of these that the pair slipped silently, the broad shaft providing easy passes for the slender Polhexian frames. They slipped up to each grate they passed, glancing out just long enough to assess the space beyond before moving on until they reached one that was covered from the outside. They exchanged glances before Rico slipped a digit through one of the grate holes, testing the cover. It gave slightly, a noise damper.

Jazz pulled out a slender blade and nicked the cover, widening the opening enough that he could see out before passing the blade to his twin so that Ricochet could do the same where he crouched. The slight that sight before them was at the same time both sparkchilling and enraging, with Ricochet unable to completely suppresse the soft growl of his system,

Two Praxians were restrained in small cages, bound and stripped down to their protoforms. As they watched both prisoners were force fed fuel, their mouths forced open and energon poured down their throats. They resisted, Prowl with far more strength though no less determination than the other captive. Neither of the priests tending them uttered a sound as they fed and wiped down the Praxians and departed.

[abbysgoodgirl]

hi hii !! i’m here to request some fluff :33 maybe abs and reader are going on their first date after being friends for so long ?? n it’s a bit awkward but adorable .. n maybe they kiss at the end<33 hehe ! 🧸💌💌

a/n: omg!! this is so cute <33 also lil side note i love your fics sm!! your my fav writer eek :)) your so so talented bby 🫶🏼🫶🏼 anyway i’m not the best writer so i’m so so sorry if it’s not what you wanted or if you don’t like it :(( but i’ll try my best!!! also it’s rlly short so i apologize i rlly hope you like it!!

pairings: abby x reader

summary: you go on your first date with abby!!

warnings: none!! it’s just fluff <33

smoothing your dress out a beautiful lilac summer dress checking yourself in the mirror for the 100th time that evening, today was your first date with abby and as much as you were excited you were terrified.

i mean this is your first ever date with anyone so you needed to make sure you looked good, smelled good and acted ‘normal’.

putting on a few sprays of perfume, you grabbed your doc martins and slipped them on your feet and grabbed your bag making sure you had everything.

your doorbell rung making you jump slightly, quickly going down the stairs you shouted a little “coming!” to who you assumed was abby waiting for you, opening the door after quickly checking yourself once more in the mirror you opened the door for abby as she stepped inside you took in her appearance she was. wearing a plain black short sleeved tshirt and black jeans, her hair was in her signature braid.

“hi! sorry the house is a bit messy didn’t have a chance to clean it” you rushed out your cheeks heating up getting embarrassed at your messy house. “hey, it’s alright baby i don’t mind” she chuckled looking you up and down, “should we get going?” she questioned placing her hand on the small of your back, “yeah okay!” you both walked out hand in hand to abby’s car.

abby opened the car door for you before getting in the drivers side, reversing out your driveway. “where are we going abs?” you sweetly asked, “it’s a surprise babe, you’ll see” she said smirking resting her hand of your thigh.

lil time skip your now there!!

“okay close your eyes!” abby said getting out the car and helping you out, you put your hand over your eyes giggling. “okay now follow me i got you” she said guiding you with a hand on your waist, you walked a short way before coming to a stop.

“okay now open!” abby exclaimed making lil jaz hands at her work, you gasped at the sight it was a picnic in front of a little pond under a big tree, “oh my god abby! i love it” you said practically making heart eyes at her “it’s beautiful” you sat down on the picnic blanket abby following.

“i’m so glad you like it sweetheart, got all your favorite foods too” abby said grabbing the basket pulling out multiple arrangements of fruits and sandwiches. you grabbed a strawberry moaning at the taste when you bit into it, finishing the strawberry abby noticed some juice around your mouth, leaning in she wiped it with her finger. you blushed at her being this close, so close you could feel her breath on your face.

looking up slightly at her you leaned in pressing your lips onto hers, abby grabbed your waist pulling you closer moving her lips against yours, when you finally pulled away she breathed out a little “woah”

you both spent the rest of the day feeding the ducks in the pond, eating majority of the food and sharing lil kisses, now the sun was setting making a beautiful array of oranges and yellows in the sky, your back was against abby’s chest as she leaned against the tree.

“i love you y/n” abby whispered

“i love you too abs” you whispered.

[1heartsickfics]

Are you still writing for your OCs? If so I would love to see Jackson throwing up all over the kitchen floor and Kaiuser taking care of him.

Jackson hadn't been feeling particularly well all day. Thankfully it was his weekend off, so he didn't have to go into work, but it was rather upsetting to spend his day off on the couch, not being able to do anything.

He'd woken up feeling sick to his stomach. At first he didn't think much of it, taking a TUMS and using the bathroom, but it didn't get any better. In fact it had only gotten worse since then. He hadn't thrown up yet or anything, but his stomach was churning even though he hadn't eaten anything today and he was definitely starting to feel queasy.

He thought about texting Kaiser, but he was working today, so it's not like he could do anything anyway. And he probably wouldn't be home until 3 or 4.

So Jackson just moped about the apartment, alternating between watching criminal minds and taking naps. He tried to eat a few crackers around lunch time but it immediately made him feel 10 times worse so he gave up and settled for a few sips of water instead.

He must have fallen asleep again, because he suddenly woke up with a gasp, feeling dizzy and hot. Groaning, he felt around for his phone to see what time it was. 3:47pm. Hopefully Kaiser would be home soon.

Jackson slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position and turned to put his feet on the floor. His mouth was so dry and he felt like he was on fire. He reached for his glass on the coffee table but found it empty. He needed water.

The whole world seemed like it was spinning, but he managed to stand up and trudge to the kitchen without falling over. He filled up his glass with water from the tap and took a sip. As soon as he swallowed though he knew he'd made a mistake. His stomach immediately rejected the new addition to its contents.

He clamped a hand over his mouth, feeling his stomach turn. Biting back a gag, he set the glass of water down and steeled himself to make a run for the bathroom. Before he could even take another step though, his body took over. He pitched over with a heave, bringing up a mouthful of water and stomach acid onto the kitchen floor.

"Oh, Jesus Jay!" Kaiser exclaimed, having just gotten home and come into the kitchen looking for his boyfriend. Jackson hadn't even heard him come in. Kaiser quickly rushed to his boyfriend's side, placing one hand on his back and grabbing him by the shoulder with the other. He looked like he was about to keel over.

"Hey, hey, easy, I've got you baby," Kaiser said, rubbing circles over Jackson's t-shirt while he continued to heave. There wasn't much coming up anymore, but his body seemed intent on turning itself inside out.

"Fuck," Jackson spat, out of breath and shaking from the exertion. "I'm s-so sorry."

"Don't apologize dummy, come on, let's go sit, you're shaking," Kaiser shook his head, taking Jackson by the arm to help him straighten up. Together, they slowly made their way back to the couch. "Here love," Kaiser helped Jackson lay down, draping a blanket over him.

"Thank you," Jackson practically whispered, feeling so tired suddenly.

"I'm so sorry you're sick Jaz, you could've called me," Kaiser said, crouching down next to the couch to be at Jackson's eye level.

"You were at work," Jackson shrugged.

"I know, but I could have at least picked up some ginger ale or gatorade on the way home if I knew you were sick. Do you want me to go out and grab you some?" Kaiser asked, reaching a hand out to brush Jackson's hair off of his face, smoothing it back.

Jackson shook his head. "It'll just come back up. My stomach doesn't feel good," he said.

"I know baby, but you don't want to get dehydrated. You need to drink something," Kaiser said, cupping Jackson's cheek in his hand. The poor boy was burning up.

"Later?" Jackson asked pitifully, sounding almost close to tears.

"Okay," Kaiser sighed, "Later. How about you try to get some rest and when you wake up we'll try some water okay?" he agreed

Jackson nodded, "Okay."

"Alright, get some sleep love, I'll be right here if you need anything," Kaiser said, leaning over to kiss Jackson's feverish forehead, his eyes already drifting closed.

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Sorry I haven't written in forever and this is super short but here's something because we're on thanksgiving break.

[kaze-writes]

A/N: I don't think I've been this apprehensive to share a story in a long long time, and not (only) because it's a (mild) smut. I've spent months and months with Jaz, Leon and the crew but realised they've never been formally introduced to here so... be gentle with me them.

Infra-Red

Summary: In which Jaz and Leon get a little too distracted during an award show. Warning: This story contains explicit NSFW content. Anyone below the age of 18 or uncomfortable with this topic is advised not to interact.

Everyone's living in black and white We see each other in a different light That’s why I look at you like I do Like nobody else is even in the room

~ Three Days Grace - Infra-Red ~

Award shows were Jaz’s favourites. 

There was just something about them - the colourful hustle and bustle, the tension and excitement, the sheer force of the emotions as prizes were handed out and tear-filled speeches were given on stage.

And then, there were the afterparties, of course; a chance for everyone to let down their hair without getting harassed by journalists. There usually was great music involved, free drinks, catching up with old friends and making new ones, the air abuzz with talent, inspiration and good vibes.

The particular award show the members of Equinox were currently headed to promised just that, and Jaz was fidgeting in her evening gown, impatient to finally get going. Jacques, the band’s stylist, tutted and slapped her hand away as she reached for the satin strap that had wandered up her shoulder.

“Stop that.” Giving her a disapproving look as he pulled the strap back into place. “You look gorgeous.”

“Thanks.” Jaz glanced at herself in the floor-length mirror Jacques had set up. Self-consciously, she ran her hand over the shimmering red satin. “Is it really necessary to –”

“I spent an eternity sourcing this dress,” Jacques said sternly, brushing his hand almost reverently over the smooth fabric. “If you ruin this vision I created out of you, I’ll make you wear Primark for the rest of your miserable, unstylish life. Now stop complaining.”

“What’s wrong with Primark?” 

“I don’t get paid enough for this,” Jacques muttered, rubbing his temples and handing Jaz a bag that was so tiny she could hardly fit her phone, lipstick and a handful of hairpins in. 

He ushered her out the door of the big townhouse in Kensington, belonging to Equinox’s manager and mentor Rich Cameron, to where the rest of the band was already waiting for their car to arrive. 

Rich Cameron himself, dressed in a sharply tailored suit, was looking at his watch impatiently, typing something into his phone every now and again.

“About bloody time you got ready. I was about to go in there and get you out myself.”

“You can’t rush art,” Jacques said indignantly in Jaz’s stead, picking up his bag. He silently pointed at his eyes with one hand, then at Jaz but there was a gleam in his eyes as he blew them all a kiss and vanished into the brightly-lit London night.

Everett James, their band’s lead singer, raised his eyes from his phone and whistled audibly.

”Looking hot, Jaz.” He grinned at Leon, who stood next to him with an unreadable expression and elbowed him in the side. “I’m gonna need her standing next to me, that’s for sure.”

Leon mumbled something in return Jaz couldn’t hear and turned away, seemingly indifferent, but the appreciative flash in his eyes as he looked her up and down hadn’t been lost on Jaz. She knew that look. Warmth pooled in her stomach and she tried not to look at him further as they waited. She was going to have enough of it before the night was over. 

Half an hour, two traffic jams and diversions and an almost-fit from Rich later, they finally arrived at the venue, the red carpet rolled out there flanked by rows of people clutching bulky, expensive-looking cameras. They began flashing as Mel stepped from their limousine first, sequins on her midnight blue suit rattling, and the screams and lights intensified when the whole ensemble finally posed side by side to have their picture taken. 

Jaz embraced the hecticness, smiling at the photographers she soon wasn’t able to see from the blinding lights. 

Next to her, Leon had casually shoved one hand into the pocket of his suit so that his stack of colourful bracelets was showing against his tanned skin, the other resting on the small of Jaz’s exposed back. 

Her smile never faltered, but Jaz was aware of every point of skin Leon was touching with his fingers, a pleasant twist going through her stomach whenever he moved or adjusted his hand. He began tapping her skin, wandering them along her spine in movements too minuscule for anyone but her to notice. She shivered, her core pulling together. Fighting the urge to look at him, Jaz’s eyes and smile remained trained on the photographers documenting their every move, but she knew which look she’d find there if she did. The thought of his small, slightly crooked smile, which always made him look like he knew something no one else did, did nothing to make her body stop tingling.

They were about to head inside, already out of sight of the cameras, when Leon gently touched her arm.

Jaz obediently let herself fall back - subtly, so the others wouldn’t notice - and between two heartbeats, Leon bent down to her, his hot breath brushing her cheek as he whispered something into her ear. Then he was gone again, catching up to Mara, leaving Jaz to walk behind them with heat spreading from her stomach into the rest of her.

Their table was rather to the back of the room, further from the stage than Rich would have liked. He kept on complaining but Jaz didn’t mind the obscurity created by the spots directed at the front of the room. Mel was chatting to her about the results of last week’s football match - “Celtic should have gotten that penalty, I swear to bloody God!” - but Jaz couldn’t bring herself to do much more than nod every now and again. Beneath the table, Leon, who was sitting on her other side talking to Mara, had his leg pressed against hers, the heat coming off his body palpable despite the cool air streaming from the ventilation shafts. She could smell his aftershave, mixed with a subtle hint of the hairspray Jacques had used to give his hair the perfectly messed-up look that made Jaz want to run her hand through it. She was burning with impatience now, making her leg bounce up and down, causing even more friction between her and Leon.

Hadn’t she known better, she would've thought Leon hadn’t noticed her restlessness. He looked like nothing was amiss, the only indication of being aware of Jaz the shifting of his leg, brushing along the patch of bare skin accessible through the slit in her skirt, and the barely perceptible smirk he gave her when she tensed. Her leg bounced faster and she did her best not to squirm in her seat, biting her lip almost painfully to keep from gasping when he brought his hand to her thigh beneath the table and squeezed it tightly. 

‘Go,’ his brief look at her seemed to say before he turned back to Mara again, and Jaz needn’t be told twice.

She raised herself from her seat and hastily left the table with a mumbled excuse. Even as she walked away, she could feel Leon’s eyes on her back. When she had left the increasingly bustling hall behind and entered the now quiet hallway, her phone buzzed in her handbag. She checked the message, looking left and right as she followed the short instructions on her screen.

Rounding a corner, even the last traces of activity ceased and Jaz was alone. A little further ahead, she could spot her destination but when she made her way to it, she found the door of the storage closet she’d been aiming at locked.

Well, shit.

Knowing that she couldn’t linger, Jaz unceremoniously plucked a pin from the elaborate updo Jacques had twisted her hair into and got to work. When Leon arrived a couple of minutes later, he was surprised to already find her waiting inside.

“I thought it’d be locked.”

“You sent me to a room you thought was locked?”

“Didn’t have much time studying the floor plan, did I?” 

“I suppose not.” Jaz smiled innocently. “And it was locked.”

“Then how did you…”

She raised her hand with the hairpin still lodged between her index and middle finger. “Perks of living with Mel.”

“Do I really want to know?” 

“Depends.”

“On what?”

Jaz slipped from the small table she’d been sitting on and placed her hand on his chest. “On whether you came here for talking.”

Not wasting another word, Leon bent to kiss her. Their mouths met greedily, hungrily, his lips tasting of the champagne they’d been served at the table. Jaz sighed as his tongue slipped into her mouth, his hands moving from her waist to the exposed skin of her back. Their kiss deepening, Leon pushed her back against the table and she let him lift her upwards onto the tabletop again.

His tie was discarded as soon as it was loose enough, Leon’s shirt following soon after as Jaz unbuttoned it with flying fingers. Her fingers spanned the countless pictures inked into his skin for a moment, but she was soon distracted when Leon dipped his head to her throat, leaving a burning trail of kisses in his wake. She slung her arm around his neck, arching her back to meet him, both their breaths coming heavily. 

When they locked lips again and Leon's fingers trailed from her spine up into her artfully arranged hair, Jaz was reluctant to have to pull away.

“Stop that,” she gasped, the sound turning into a barely subdued moan as Leon ran his finger along her temple and cheekbones, coming to rest on her lower lip.

“Why would I?”

“Because I can’t walk out of here looking like I just had a shag, can I?” 

Leon hummed. “I like that look on you.”

Catching Leon’s hands still playing with her hair, she guided them to where the fabric of her dress parted at her thigh to allow more room for motion. 

“I know other things your hands could do, though.” 

With a mischievous smirk that made her core pull together, Leon slipped his hands beneath the cool satin and onto her burning skin. His hands were rough as they pushed the fabric upwards, spanning Jaz’s thighs with the exact amount of pressure that made her dip her head back in pleasure. She shuddered as Leon brought his mouth to her chest, tracing the outline of her breasts where the red satin of her dress began. 

“I love this dress,” he murmured against her skin, making Jaz sigh, “but honestly, I’d prefer you out of it.”

Almost reluctantly, Jaz pulled away from him and hooked her fingers under the loops of his belt. “I thought you’d never get to the point.” 

Leon laughed darkly, arms enveloping her as he kissed her again, more roughly than before. Jaz met his pace, blindly pulling his belt away and undoing his flies as he lifted her from the table and turned her around. She steadied herself against the wall with her hand, one foot set onto one of the boxes littering the floor. Leon was pressing against her from behind, the heat of him compensating for the chilly air hitting her skin as he pushed her dress further up and up.

“What’s that, drummer girl?” he murmured into her ear, his breath hot against her neck. “No underwear?” 

She shot a teasing look over her shoulder even though her knees were close to buckling as Leon parted her legs with his hands and let them wander continuously higher. “Complaining, are we?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

The grip on her shoulder tightened, and Jaz stifled a moan when he pushed inside of her. They had been doing this game for long enough to find their rhythm immediately, and it was all she could do not to cry out as Leon moved against her. The pace he set was quick, as much because of their shortage of time as of their mutual need, and Jaz did her best to match him. With every thrust she pushed herself against him, delighting in the friction she caused that way which made her head spin.

It wasn’t long before she felt the heat beginning to pool in her stomach, the familiar tingle beginning to grow. When she thought she couldn’t contain it any longer, Leon’s fingers dug into her skin, the ends of his hair brushing her collarbone as he buried his face against her neck, shuddering as he came. Jaz allowed herself to let go as well, fireworks exploding in front of her eyes as her high rolled over her. Clasping her hand in front of her mouth, she stifled the cry dropping from her lips. 

Tension leaving her body, she let herself collapse onto the tabletop in front of her. After the long moment it took for her to find her bearings again, she propped herself onto her elbows, brushing one of the locks that had fallen from her updo after all from her face with shaky hands.

“You alright?”

Leon ran his hand down her spine but there was no fire behind the gesture anymore, only genuine concern at her prolonged silence. Laughing breathily, Jaz turned to him, brushing her skirt down as she did so.

“Never better.” 

From beyond the door and down the hallway, the faint sound of clapping could be heard. Using the dusty mirror propped against the wall, Jaz quickly reapplied her lipstick and smoothed down her hair. When she was done, she studied Leon’s reflection behind her; his hair, which had been messy to begin with, was in even more of a state than before and there was a distinct red mark next to his mouth from her lipstick. Having tapped her face in the corresponding spot, he quickly wiped it off. 

“It’s a good thing you always look like you just got out of bed anyway.” 

Leon, in the process of buckling up his belt again, paused and raised one eyebrow at her. “I didn’t when I arrived here.” 

Chuckling, Jaz stepped towards the door, purposefully brushing against Leon as she did so. She lingered there, laying one hand against his cheek and raising her chin as if to kiss him.

A look of surprise flickering over his face he leaned in, closing his eyes, but before their lips could touch, Jaz pulled away with a smirk.

“Five minutes,” she breathed, her words ghosting over his lips. “See you at the show.”

And with that, she slipped from the room, leaving Leon behind. Making sure that no one had seen her, she quickly smoothed down her dress and made her way back towards the venue. 

When she reached their table, the opening show had just begun. Rich gave her a dark look as she took her seat and turned back to the stage. When his attention was elsewhere, Mel leaned in, whispering,

“Where have you fucking been?”

Jaz pursed her lips and shrugged. “Fucking somewhere else.”

“Say a word next time you choose to disappear into the nether,” Mel rolled her eyes. “Leon went to find you.”

“He did?”

“Yeah, didn’t you see him?”

The lie left her lips smoothly. “Not at all.”

“I bet he went to get something that makes this shit a little more fun,” Everett threw in from the other side of Mel. “He could have said something, at least. I would have joined him.”

Jaz bit the insides of her cheek. “No doubt about that.”

“Diversion can be found in the strangest of places, if you only look for them, my friend.” 

Leon had appeared behind them, having come from the opposite entrance of the one Jaz had come through. His smile was level as he slipped into his seat but the way his lips twitched as his eyes grazed Jaz wasn’t lost on her. 

Everett’s look seemed to say ‘I told you so’ but Jaz only sipped on her champagne, eyes pointedly trained at the stage. Trying not to smirk, she spun the hairpin Leon had pressed into her palm beneath the table between her fingers.

Award shows truly were her favourites. 

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As promised, I do deliver @drinkyoursoupbitch. Thank you @flareshin for being my favourite helpful artist friend.

[doberbutts]

@extremelybears

Hello Jaz!Bread recipe coming right up.

1 cup warm water

3/4 cup sugar

2 1/2 tablespoons active dry yeast (yes I know I actually thought I'd grabbed a teaspoon measure but then after I realize I had in my hands a 1/2 tablespoon measure 🤦‍♂️)

Mix that together and wait for it to proof

3 cups flour

2 eggs

Entire yeast mixture, I always scrape all the excess foam in as well

1/2 tablespoon salt (this is where I figured out I was holding the wrong thing)

Mix that together, add more flour if your mixture seems too wet. When it's all combined and sticking together but not to your fingers/the bowl/the kneading paddle, slowly add 1 full stick of softened butter roughly 1 tablespoon at a time. Continue adding flour if it starts getting too wet and falling apart. I added maybe an additional 1/2 cup

Knead that sucker for at least 10 minutes or until the dough is smooth and somewhat stretchy

Put in a large bowl with some oil in it, cover, let rise 3 hours yes you heard that right 3 hours

Punch it and knead it for an additional 5-10 minutes. Put back in bowl and wait another 2 hours.

Divide it and style it in your bread tin however you'd like- the plain one I did dough balls and the garlic one is a braid. Cover, let rise for yet another 3 hours.

Combine half a stick of butter and an egg in a small bowl. Brush onto the top of the dough. Stick in preheated oven at 375 for roughly 35 minutes

For the garlic bread instead of an egg/butter wash I did [the remaining from the first loaf] egg and butter combined and then 5 cloves of freshly grated garlic, parsley (I only have dried), and 1/2 teaspoon of salt.

Prior to baking the dough should be somewhat-to-moderately stretchy. Kind of like pizza dough. The bread toasts and fries and grills well (just did that today) and also is good cold and plain or with a spread like butter. The garlic bread went very well with my beef for dinner. I love the taste of butter so I also put butter over the top fresh out of the oven, but you don't have to if you're not a big butter fan. The flavor is very mildly sweet, but also starchy and buttery.

If it sounds like a brioche recipe you'd be correct! I wanted to make something similar to brioche but without the milk- I can eat butter but milk even in baked goods is very bad for me so I wanted to see if I could make an enriched dough minus the milk. Next time I'm going to try doing this but with cinnamon rolls, so I might do 1-1 warm water and sugar since I want the dough to be sweeter.

[marshallmatherslptwo]

Eminem: Hip-hop saved my life

"Can y’all hear me? I can’t hear me. Can you hear me?

"This s--t’s crazy. So I wrote some s--t down tonight that I’m never going to f---ing remember, so I had to read it off the paper and s--t, but it’s from the heart. I realize what an honor it is right now for me to be up here tonight, and what a privilege it is to do the music that I love, and the music that basically saved my life.

"Where'd the man, where did Dre go? The man who saved my life, ladies and gentlemen, Dr. motherf---in’ Dre. So I'm going to try to make this as quick and painless as possible. I’m f---ing stuttering and s--t, I mean Jesus Christ.

"So I’m probably not supposed to actually be here tonight because of a couple of reasons. One of them that I’m a rapper, and this is the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. And there’s only a few of us right now that have been inducted in already, but there’s only a few of us.

"Secondly, I almost died from an overdose in 2007, which kind of sucked. Hailie, plug your ears: because drugs were f---ing delicious, and I thought we had a good thing going man, but I had to go and f--- it all up and take too many. God d--n. OK Hailie.

"OK, so. Hold on, I lost my motherf---in' spot. Paul, did I say, I said drugs were delicious, right? And finally, I had to really fight my way through man to try and break through in this music, and I'm so honored and I'm so grateful that I'm even able to be up here doing hip-hip music, man, because I love it so much.

And they say you won't work a day if you love your job and s--t. This part I'm not crazy about? But, OK.

"My musical influences are many, and they say it takes a village to raise a child. Well it took a whole genre and culture to raise me.

"They say success has many fathers, and that’s definitely true for me. So whatever my impact has been on hip-hop music, I never would have or could have done this s--t without some of the groundbreaking artists that I'm about to mention right now.

"And this is a list man, I put this list together yesterday. And I kept adding to the s--t, adding to the s--t, and if I forget anybody, I apologize. But these were my teachers right here:

"I'm gonna start with the 2 Live Crew, 2Pac, 3rd Bass, Alliance, Apache, Audio Two — Milk Dee, what up! — Awesome Dre, the Beastie Boys, Big Daddy Kane, Big Pun, Big L, Biz Markie, the Notorious B.I.G. of course, Black Moon, the Boogie Monsters, Brand Nubian, Brother J from X Clan, Buckshot, Casual from Heiroglyphics, Chill Rob G, Chubb Rock, Chuck D and Public Enemy, Cypress Hill, D-Nice, Dana Dane, De La Soul — now I’m about a third of the way done.

"De La Soul, did I say De La Soul? Def Jef, Del the Funky Homosapien, DJ Quik, Dr. Dre of course, Dres from Black Sheep, Ed O.G., EPMD, Fat Boys, Fat Joe, Fu-Schnickens, Gang Starr, Geto Boys, Heavy D, House of Pain, Ice Cube, Ice-T, the Intelligent Hoodlum, JJ Fad, Jaz-O, Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince, Just Ice, K-Solo, Kid & Play: I'm a tenth of the way done.

"King Sun, King Tee, Kool G Rap, Kool Moe Dee, KRS-One, Kwame, Lakim Shabazz, Large Professor, Leaders of the New School, the one and only LL Cool J — love you bro. Lord Finesse, Lords of the Underground, Mantronix, Masta Ace, MC Breed, MC Lyte, MC Shan, Melle Mel, Merciless Ameer, Mobb Deep, Monie Love, Nas, Newcleus, Onyx, Organized Konfusion, Outkast, Andre 3000, Paris, Pharcyde, Queen Latifah, Rakim, Redhead Kingpin, Pete Rock and CL Smooth, I’m almost done.

"Redman, Roxanne Shante, Run-D.M.C., Salt-N-Pepa, Slick Rick and Doug E. Fresh, Snoop Dogg, Souls of Mischief, Special Ed, Stetsasonic, now I’m all down to the S’s. Super Lover Cee and Casanova Rud, the D.O.C., the Roots, Black Thought, the Skinny Boys, Tony D, Too $hort, Treach from Naughty By Nature, A Tribe Called Quest, U.T.F.O., Whodini, Wise Intelligent and the Poor Righteous Teachers, Wu-Tang Clan and YZ.

"Those were my rock stars man, and I just want to say, like, those are just a few of the names that I hope will be considered in the future for induction. Because without them, a lot of us wouldn’t be here. I know I wouldn’t.

"So that’s all I had to say, man. I know this induction is supposed to be me talking about myself and s--t man, but f--- that. I would not be here without them. I’m a high school dropout man, with a hip-hop education, and these were my teachers. And it's their night just as much as it is mine. So thank you."

Hip-hop saved Eminem's life, he saved mine! Congratulations Em, and Thank You!!

[et-written]

I promise, I'll be good?

[If you guys want, here's my wattpad acc: https://www.wattpad.com/story/322247044-one-shots-male-reader-open-for-requests ]

(Cullens x  Abandoned! Son !male reader)

(Bella x male read) 

AU. Edward and Bella are not together

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"Mom? Dad?" Peering into the house, disturbed by the disquiet stillness, I placed my school bag down beside the dinning table. "Alice? Emm? Jaz? Ed? You guys here?" 

Silence

Nothing in the rooms, nothing in the garages, no answers to any texts or calls. 

Nothing. 

"Anyone?" Standing back in the living room,  I jumped at the sound of tires crunching on the gravel outside.  Frowning a little as I opened the door, I was greeted with the sight of Bella, a girl that I had grown exceptionally close to, and one of our mutual ... acquaintances Jacob. I tolerated him, though I found it exceptionally annoying whenever he attempted to forcefully imprint on Bella. Not that I could blame him, I myself had a crush on her...a pretty big one.

"Hey, what are you guys doing here? Not that I'm complaining." Smiling at the sight of my friends, it soon fell a little as they shared a look. "Is everything alright?" 

"Y/n..." Jacob stepped forward, his face conflicted, his mouth opening a couple of times wordlessly. 

"Yes? What's up dude? You ok?" Gently placing a hand on his shoulder, my heart began to sink as I watched his gaze, the sorrow in it. 

No...

It was pity. 

"Did you find a note?" He asked, sighing when I shook my head. "The Cullens...your family..."

"Yea what about them? Are they alright?" I pressed, anxiety eating at me. 

"They're gone...they left this morning, they left a letter...Billy asked me to give this to you." I stared at the envelope in his hands,  unable to move, unable to bring myself to read the letter. A soft hand landed on my back, gently resting there. "Do you want me to read it?"

Shifting my gaze to my friend, she offered a small, soft smile. "It's okay," My voice felt raw as I opened the envelope and unfolded the letter. 

"Y/n?" Bella's voice seemed so far away as I fought the tear back, handing the letter to her and turning on my heels, disappearing inside without so much as a word. After a moment, I heard a second set of feet on the gravel, Jacob cussed loudly. "Y/n!" 

"Yes." Spinning, I was confronted with the worried face of my closest friend. "What do you want?"

"Let me spend the day? I don't want you to be alone right now." I bit back a retort, my sharp tongue would not bring them back; and being alone again wasn't something I wanted. 

"What about Jacob?" I asked, worried that if I met anyone's gaze the tears would fall, so I kept my gaze down at the glass of water I had aimlessly poured. "I'll be right back."

Her footfalls on the smooth floors were soft and gentle, the door closing behind her as exited. I could hear the din of Jacobs voice, before the door reopened and I felt her standing just off to my right, behind me. "What did I do Bella? Where did I go wrong?"

"You haven't done anything wrong Y/n," Turning to her slightly with a sigh, I could only shake my head. "Why don't they want me?" 

"Y/n..." softly her arms wrapped around me, gently pulling me closer. 

I wish I could cry. No matter how much heartache I am put through, I never seem to be able to cry. So instead, I lay there, her hand gently stroking my hair as my ear pressed against her chest, her heartbeat steady as I simply lay there, feeling  my world slowly crack...

Before it fell apart. 

"Bella?" I croaked out, feeling her lift her head off mine for a moment, allowing me to raise my own to meet her gaze. "Mhm?" 

"Please don't leave? I- I know I'm-m not the most smart or athletic, and I know I'm just human and I know I-"

"Y/n!" Cutting me off, her soft fingers gently wipe the few tears that fall as she cups my cheek tenderly, her soft eyes gazing into mine. "You are perfect, and....and anyone would be foolish to walk away from you, and I won't leave you ok? I care far to much about you..."

Hearing her words, all I could do was merely nod as I allowed her to guide my head to her shoulder as she wrapped her arms around me, a blanket loosely draped over me as she tenderly stroked my hair as exhaustion overtook me slowly. 

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It had been roughly 4 weeks, I honestly couldn't remember. It was very blurry,  everything became one and I seemed to constantly be unfocused. And what was worse? 

My brain began to forget things in the short term. The psychologist said it was to do with the emotional trauma I had gone through; the reason I would forget what someone told me less than 2 minutes ago. "Y/n were you even listening?" 

"Sorry sir?" Looking up from my notebook, I returned my gaze as the teacher began to rant about my behavior, belittling me; something that I had gotten used to in the last few weeks. Saved by the bell, I rushed out the class and out into the parking lot as the day came to an end. Digging in the glove compartment of my car, I fumbled with the medication container that held the prescription I had been told to take. "Hey...let me help?" 

Gently, Bella's hands softly held mine, waiting to see if she could help or if I wanted to struggle more. "Can I try one more time?" Looking at my lap, I couldn't bare to meet her gaze in the pitiful state I was in. 

Reluctantly her hands slipped away and I attempted again to open the little container, but ultimately failed and handed her the bottle.  Biting open the bottle of water I had in the car, I took the pills while I waited for the shaking to pass, closing my eyes. Once the door closed on her side, her favorite music playing softly, I pulled out of the parking lot and drove slowly up to the house, feeling a little calmer. Bella began to tell me about all sorts of things that had happened in the classes we didn't share, and I listened with rapt attention.

I loved to hear her talk, it was soothing; more so than any medication. She knew exactly what to do as well, whenever I had panic attacks or simply found it difficult to cope, and I could never truly show her how much it meant to me....how much she meant to me. The car ground on the gravel as we pulled up, Bella jumping out first and retrieving our bags from the boot as I grabbed the groceries on the back seat that I had gotten during lunch break. As we entered, we moved in rehearsed synchronization, I unpacked the food, she made coffee, I put on the washing machine, she sat and did her homework before I sat down across from her and helped her.  Though today was different, I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

"Hey? Earth to Y/n?" Humming softly I quirked my eyebrows as I came back down to earth. "Sorry, I got lost in thought. I'm back now though, what's up?"

"Do you like anyone? As in like-like...as in a crush?" Her eyes were firmly fixed to her book, but her writing had slowed to a near stop, indicating she was paying more attention to me than her work. 

"I mean yea, I do...why? It's not like she would ever like me back, I'm pretty sure she sees me as just a friend or a brother so." Rambling I finished off my own homework as she puzzled over my words in her mind. "What do you mean?"

"I mean she spends so much time with me but...it just feels like, I don' know, like she has something else to chase...a four leg shifter if we want to be specific." My words were not much more that a mumble near the end, but she some how heard them. 

"You think I like Jacob? Uh, no. Look don't get me wrong, he's a great friend, but I wouldn't want to be around him 24/7. No, I have someone else in mind." 

"Oh really?" I chirped, turning to my friends face that was slowly becoming redder. "And who would that someone else be?" 

Her silence, amusingly, stretched for a while; the inner conflict present on her face. Deciding to spare her poor heart, I suggested a movie,  lazily stirring my coffee as we moved from the dinning room to the lounge, routinely going about our business as I put  on a movie called 'A Knights Tale'. A fun film, something that we had watched a significant amount as it took my mind off of things superbly, but once again; a subtle change in the atmosphere was tangible and it was beginning to bother me, adding to the fact I could see my friend wanted something, or to say something as least. As the movie moved to a 'quieter' part, it bothered me significantly. 

"Just say it." I spoke, without looking at Bella, someone who I wished was lying with her head on my chest right now. She, however, looked taken aback; "Pardon?" 

"Bel," Now looking at my crush, I used her nickname that only I ever seemed to be allowed to use, her face unreadable. "I know you well enough to know when you want to say something, so just say it. Please? It's bugging me massively." 

"I can't because you'll hate me for it." She shook her head, gazing at her feet as she tucked her knees to her chest. "I could never hate you Bel..."

"Who is your crush then?" She asked, her gaze faltering under my own slightly, but she held firm and I bit the inside of my cheek.

"Bella, do you trust me?" Her words rushed out of her mouth as she frantically nodded. "With my life. Why would you even as-"

"Close your eyes...please?" Heart in throat, I couldn't back out now as her eyelids closed gracefully, slowly I leaned in, gently pressing my lips to hers. 

At first, she was still, yet as I pulled away her hand shot out, lidded gaze leveled at me and a faint blush on her soft cheeks. "I'm s-"

She shook her head and pulled me closer and sealed my apology with a searing kiss the burned my soul; her free hand gently holding my face as my own held her face gently. She pulled back ever so slightly and whispered gently against my lips, sending a shiver down my spine and butterflies to my core, "I'm glad you feel the same."

"Just kiss me already," I mummered, earning a chuckle from both of us as her fingers laced themselves with mine while her lips tenderly loved mine.  

And for once in the last however many weeks, I felt like I had a home... 

"Please don't leave me?" 

" I won't. You mean more than the world to me Y/n."

[jaeltree]

“Our father.” Aladdin corrected patting his shoulder and giving him a smile.

“You’re pouting, Jaz and Genie are right, you are a grumpy cat! It’ll be okay. 

It isn’t smooth sailing. You feel a lot of emotions! I felt so angry and felt betrayed by dad when I reunited with him and it was a lot. With you, it did take a while to come around too but not as much. Must be overwhelming to be introduced to two relatives at once. 

Adventure and archeology definitely runs in our family. It’s our luckiness. Not to say we didn’t work hard to reach our goals. It’s a just a lot of things at play.

Dad’s really amazing when you get to know him. And you even like the colour dark blue like him. You two would probably get along better than you and I do! But that’s not saying much. 

He’s pretty excited to meet you! I hope you and I can have a sorta clean slate and properly start over. Here’s a secret! I always wondered what having a sibling would be like. And now I won’t have to.”

“Your father,” Mozenrath wasn’t budging from his position, and immediately frowned at Aladdin’s hand on his shoulder. Only to swat his hand off him at the mention of him pouting like some disgruntled cat.

“With me?” He laughed derisively. “And what lunacy brought you to the conclusion that we should have any sort of brotherly relationship? And no, I imagine it wouldn’t be smooth sailing with a literal sea of gold. Especially with the devastating effects on marine life.” Mozenrath tried to distract Aladdin from the subject of overwhelming emotions. “Are you sure he’s such a great guy, killing off everything that has gills?”

Again, that insinuation. Mozenrath crossed his arms tightly across his chest, his jaws clenched. “I refuse to be reduced to him, Aladdin. A lot of people like dark colours, and find history fascinating.”

He raised an eyebrow at him at the notion of wiping the slate clean, and raised both eyebrows at being told his secret. He didn’t respond for several seconds, tilting his head from one side to the other as if calculating the pros and cons of something unknown. Finally, he spoke. “Very well, consider the slate wiped clean.” Though that didn’t mean he was any more respective to the prospect of family. Or that Mozenrath would willingly stop trying to take over.

He didn’t have a family when he needed it the most, so now he viewed anyone claiming to be so with contempt and resentment.

And it just so happened to be perfect irony that he was related to the Street Rat…

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[macaroni-rascal]

I was too tired yesterday to do a recap but then again, I have so. many. thoughts., so let's do this.

I didn't watch the jr men free, I bailed as soon as I heard Michael Buble. I like Adam Hagara the most of this batch of boys, something about his fundamentals gives me hope that he can only go up from here. The rest will probably get lost in their nations' deep fields, which is a shame.

The jr women were a veritable jewelry box full of the most precious gems and I can't wait to see them sparkle over the next decade or so. They were hands down the highlight of the weekend for me. And overall they had age-appropriate material, which I really appreciated.

The jr dance FD event was way messier than the RD and far less inspired. Kiliakov Jr. is a very good skater but his parental units belong in jail for this Duchesnay knockoff, I've only ever heard that stupid flute against my will. The winning Americans moved and skated really well, but it was to the melody and not the beat, which defeats the whole purpose of ice dance. Another egregious example of this elsewhere is Gauthier/Thieren's Woodkid. Nevertheless, it was nice to see skaters from different schools all do so well and have good basics. Btw, who knew the Canadian jr field was held together only by the strength of Noah's knee ligaments? Poor kid, I hope he can recover because Jordyn is so phenomenal.

Ava and Yohnatan are such diamonds, their skating makes me so happy and I hope they have a smooth transition into senior in a few years. Jaz and Kiki have amazing chemistry, but Oakville has been sending out these jr pairs that lack half the elements and it's been so nerve-wracking to watch. Idk, maybe send them to Milton a couple of times a week to get jumps? Also, ouch, what a rough skate for the little Flores sis, it all looked so painful. But omfg, the Georgians. I didn't think anything could be worse than their short, but I've seen their FS and their exhibition now and all I can say is WTF. Russia will round up its gay people but then send skaters out with the gayest programs imaginable with sense of zero irony. She can sort of pull off the theatrical dress but his outfit would blend in nicely behind a set of prison bars, which is where it belongs. That silly collar will haunt my dreams. And the little tiara? What if she flies head-first into the boards? Truly no sense of self-preservation whatsoever. Just a hot mess. And their ridiculous exhibition really took me out. Why was she dressed as an elf card dealer and why were her boobs around her neck? Did we really need to see this boy in his unmentionables? So many choices, so little sense. I loathe a gimmicky exhibition or program in general - if you're not H/B or Kurt or somebody like that, stay home.

Speaking of the exhibitions, I didn't bother with most of them, but the only ones who were able to pull off being playful without being cringe were Sara and Niccolo. G/F's exhibition looks like something C/B would do as a competitive program. And if I hadn't cancelled G/P already over their other material, this country-ass Woody and Bo Peep exhibition would've been it for me. But this is the same team that skated to Evita during an economic downturn when Paul comes from LatAm colonial money, so my expectations of them are so low as to be subterranean. And Ilia tripping on that stupid hat tells me that he needs to learn the first rule of ice dance: NO HATS!!! None - no elaborate headgear, no easily detachable hair accessories, no hair pieces heavier than the skater's head, nothing! Rules #2 and #3 are, naturally, keep your ass off the ice and don't mess up the twizzles. That's it. You'd think there'd be more to it than that, but no. A skater might think they're being innovative by putting excessive shit in their hair, but they're actually being dumb (as an example, watch Bobrova/Solovyev's OD in Vancouver and how their sailor hats kept sliding into their eyeballs). Btw, Ted saying that Kevin had an uncharacteristic meltdown in the free had me cackling - Theodore, that was exactly on-brand for Kevin, where the hell have you been? If anything, his recent consistency has been the anomaly. Smfh.

I guess the senior events will have to be a separate message lol.

I'm going to take your word on all of this, Fashionista Nonny, because I didn't watch any of the juniors, and I rarely, if ever, watch any of the gala. So I am going to defer to you and just say I agree with you across the board because I trust you implicitly.

[kaze-writes]

Thank you for being ever so obliging, oh ye mighty creature of Soup.

Here's a little sneak peek coming for you sooooon:

“Thanks.” Jaz glanced at herself in the floor-length mirror Jacques had set up. Self-consciously, she ran her hand over the shimmering red satin. “Is it really necessary to –” “I spent an eternity sourcing this dress,” Jacques said sternly, brushing his hand almost reverently over the smooth fabric. “If you ruin this vision I created out of you, I’ll make you wear Primark for the rest of your miserable, unstylish life. Now stop complaining.” “What’s wrong with Primark?”  “I don’t get paid enough for this."

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Hiya! Could i request some of that good good gondolin ot3, maybe them flirting or some parenting of smol eärendil? 💙💙💙

Dear @jaz-the-bard..I promise (if you still want that after having read this first part) I will get to the flirting part!

Disclaimer: This is my first time writing this pairing; I am not intimately familiar with the characters and I might have gotten them wrong! Please do not come for me!

Words: 1,8 k

Warnings: I don't know...trauma I guess...

Characters: Idril/Tuor/Maeglin & Eärendil

(And yes, Idril & Maeglin are first cousins)

With a small coo, Eärendil touched his pudgy hand to a tiny necklace before looking up happily; he was such a joyful child and even Maeglin could not resist his charm as he fastened the jewellery around the gracile neck – testament to his lineage – of the toddler with much ado.

In the privacy of his own rooms, he even imitated the court trumpets under his breath to amuse the little prince who babbled gleefully while pawing his newest gift; Eärendil did not know that he was spoiled, but he sure felt that he was loved.

He liked being left alone with the quiet shadow of his mother for – free from the prejudices that coloured every other interaction Maeglin had at court – Eärendil was only aware of how much care and affection were lavished upon him here. Moreover, he was still young enough to grow tired and bored rather quickly at the pompous feasts his grandfather organised occasionally, so he much preferred staying upstairs in good company.

Indeed, Eärendil knew nothing of the preoccupations of the grown-ups in his life and he cared precious little for the etiquette of the court; he simply marvelled at the smooth stones Maeglin produced as if they grew out of his palms and that he was allowed to touch and play with at his leisure.

“Another quiet evening for us then,” Maeglin sighed and smoothed a slender hand along the golden hair of the boy with a tenderness he’d never let anybody else witness; the love he held for a rival he’d never overthrow – neither in the line of succession nor in the hearts of Turgon’s people – was his best-kept and most cherished secret.

“Dinner is still not served,” Idril griped and pulled away when her husband tried to place a soothing hand on her shoulder; she was not a skittish mare and she didn’t need to be pacified, she yearned for entertainment.

“Maybe we could get some music?” Tuor suggested gently, but the flash of irritation in his wife’s eyes told him that nothing as trite as harps and flutes would dispel her growing dissatisfaction, “Or maybe we could get the boy?”

Interest flared up in her gaze and she tapped a long, pale finger against her rosy lips as her wickedly sharp mind flew through the hall and up the winding stairs to the room in which she had left her only son.

“Both of them, actually,” she then muttered to herself before turning her attention back to her husband, “yes, love, go and fetch our son…and my cousin.”

Tuor’s eyebrows rose inquisitively; Maeglin had been quite adamant about not being inclined to come down to the feast and – at that time – his wife had been more than happy to hear this as it meant that he’d be free to mind Eärendil.

“If I go, I might just drag him here by his sleeve…or worse. Would you mind, my love?” Idril purred, all softness and seduction now, and Tuor resigned himself to following her orders – for, even presented as a plea, there was no question about the nature of her exhortation – with all the devotion of one who loved her endlessly.

He felt her mind follow him as he left the lavish room and smiled; even though exigent and often bordering on intransigent, his wife was a caring soul and she always made sure that he was alright. Moreover, he knew that she was right when claiming that he stood better chances of coaxing her secretive cousin out of his hide-out; she did not have the patience – the misfortune that had befallen her having made her stronger and ever more glorious, but also somewhat harsher – for the shadows in which Maeglin shrouded himself as if whisps of darkness could hide the pain in his eyes. 

Tuor stretched and clenched his hand a few times before knocking softly on the closed door; he didn’t want to startle or even wake the people on the other side of it by hammering tempestuously against the wood in his eagerness to find familiar faces. 

“Tuor.” It was not a question, it was a statement, coloured with disbelief and a note of thrumming nervousness.

“My wife sends me to bid you both come down,” the man explained, sketching a bow into the space created by the opening of the door.

“Did she now?” Maeglin’s brows furrowed in dismay, “And of course, you came right away.”

There was something sharp in his voice now, envy painted over hastily in the garish colours of mockery, but the concealment was too flimsy and brittle to fool Tuor.

“Many a man claims this, but – in my case – it is a hard and fast fact: my wife knows better,” Tuor explained with a casual shrug; he had long since stopped questioning the origin and depth of knowledge that came to Idril from sources inaccessible to his own deplorably mortal mind. 

Maeglin pulled up his shoulders defensively, making a show of his reluctance, but – within his heart – he was thrilled despite his better knowledge; he would grow tired of the sounds and the lights, he would feel lonely in his dark corner, and he’d regret having gone down, but – in this moment – he couldn’t help but feel elated that Idril had sent her husband – generally and universally beloved and admired Tuor – to fetch him. 

Always tolerated without ever being wanted, Maeglin was sorely yearning for people to go out of their way to have him around without him being agreeable or useful in that situation; he wanted this so much that he had to pause at his vanity to take a deep breath lest he make a fool out of himself in his eagerness.

“Your mama wants us,” he informed the boy who simply extended his chubby arms to him, confident that he’d be lifted into a safe embrace.

Dread settled in Maeglin’s stomach as he picked up Eärendil; what if Tuor wrenched the child out of his arms? What was he to do with his arms, swinging empty along a treacherous, uncomfortable body?

Thankfully, the rough manly hands stayed – relaxed and unduly elegant – at the shapely sides of his cousin’s husband and – together – they made their way back to the big room, filled with people and noise. Maeglin made a face.

No doubt, Idril wanted to parade the boy around to reap praise for his accomplished manners and exceptional beauty; Eärendil was a smart boy for his age, he was as fearless as his mother and as sweet-tempered as his father – if he wanted to be, that was – and it was virtually impossible to withstand the charm of his bright smile and his eager interest.

As he set foot into the room, Maeglin realised that he was – once again – consumed by envy and jealousy; he wanted to keep the child to himself. Nobody looked at him like Idril looked at Tuor – burning passion and deep love – or like Tuor looked at her – indulgent admiration and sweet tenderness – or even the way the court looked at them as a couple. 

How he longed to bask in the warmth of respect and affection such as it was lavished generously on the ones entering alongside him.

No, even after all these years, he was still his father’s son and his mother’s curse; he was the shadow dogging a golden family, kept on by loyalty and pity which was a testament to Turgon’s family’s excellence more than an admission of his own merits.

The boy loved him though, and he was loved by Maeglin – desperately and secretly – in return.

Again, his darkest premonitions did not come to pass; Idril merely nodded at him and went on flitting through the room like the gilded butterfly that she was, Tuor returning to her side with effortless grace to dispense generous smiles and friendly banter.

“My love,” Tuor whispered into Idril’s ear after a while, “I think it quite reprehensible of us to drag poor Maeglin out of his sanctuary – against his will, as I have mentioned previously – only to have him nanny the boy here.”

“If you want to go entertain my sour cousin,” she replied without looking at him to dissimulate her smirk, “be my guest, husband.”

She watched him stride over purposefully and saw how her cousin retreated even further into the shadows; nothing escaped her attention, not even the way Maeglin shifted uncomfortably as her son was tugging on his tunic in his eagerness to catch the dancing light in the precious stones hung around his slender neck.

A low sigh escaped her before she could bite down on it; Maeglin’s clothing was meticulously layered and – judging by the waves of discomfort lapping against her fine senses – Eärendil had displaced the tight bandage that kept her cousin’s sanity in place. He didn’t set the child down though, she noticed with a hint of astonishment, on the contrary, he held the little golden boy aloft despite his own evident discomposure.

The pealing laughter of her child and the look of pride washing across Maeglin’s face rippled through her like a shower of sparks and incandescent light; the necklace – catching and refracting the splendour of the illuminated room – was new and breath-takingly beautiful and they both seemed to take great pleasure in displaying it.

Tuor joined them and the light faded as if snuffed out by a cruel hand; just as she was about to turn away though, something else reached her: a low thrumming like an appreciative hum and her eyes snapped back to her cousin’s face where an almost sensual smile blossomed in response to something Tuor had said.

Eavesdropping, cousin?

Idril all but stumbled back; she had not meant to pry, but she had been inexorably drawn in by the cracks in Maeglin’s usually so impervious walls that shielded both his thoughts and his emotions from the outside world.

As she was caught in flagranti, she reached out in earnest, feeling her way blindly along the cold barriers of that closed-off soul; there were swirls of pleasure and a yearning so raw and vulnerable that it almost made her flinch.

Maeglin pushed back – indignant – and she tried to send repentant and placating images through the shivering bond of blood and skill that bound them to one another in confusing and oft most unfortunate ways.

Shifting her focus to her husband, she felt his joy at having achieved his goal; Maeglin was smiling broadly now and Tuor liked it. Her husband – she well knew – loved beautiful things, he had seen too much bare misery not to revel into all things joyous and bright, and she was considerably stupefied to learn that her morose cousin could ever be counted among the pretty things that made Tuor’s mind open and shift like a flower turning to the sun.

Interesting.

Dinner was still long in being set up, so she set herself the challenge of flustering her cousin some more; she needed to investigate the tendrils of mysterious heat creeping through the fissures in that wall of ice and – more than anything – she wanted to analyse the genuine delight she had picked up on in her husband’s heart and mind upon seeing Maeglin smile.

So, here we are...My first attempt at a new pairing.

I hope this was not too awful! Let me know what you've thought!

Lots of love from me!

-> Part 2

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