#maybe I'll write a little valentines piece

[becca-e-barnes]

Not to be too filthy but the thought of dbf!bucky warning you that he's not going to pull out?? 🤤

I've been thinking about this a lot today and I really like imagining the way he'd position you however he wants you. He doesn't tell you what he wants you to do, he just guides you instead.

Because I love the thought of him pressing gently on your shoulders while he's kissing you, urging you to sink to your knees for him. You take the hint, opening your mouth while watching him undo his belt but he swears he might lose it when you press your tongue over your bottom lip.

"Good girl." He tries not to sound too breathless when he presses his slick tip to your lips, letting you taste his precum, smearing it over your waiting tongue. It's not long before you're eagerly taking all of him, sucking and licking and enjoying the weight of him in your mouth. You feel the tip press to the back of your throat and you do your very best to remember to breathe, trying to ignore your own growing arousal.

The hand on the back of your head keeps you in place while he thrusts in and out of your mouth and it's nice to just let him take for a little while. When you need to, you can press back against his hand and give yourself a break but the praise he showers you with makes it's hard to focus on anything other than the throbbing between your own legs.

"Fuck, look at you." He groans, applying a little more pressure to the back of your head and you try to stifle your gag reflex when he nudges the back of your throat once more. "Such a perfect mouth. Feels like you were made for this, weren't you, baby? You take me like such a good girl."

God, you want to agree. Something about being his good girl leaves your panties soaked and your body desperate. He treats you right. He cares about more than just your pleasure; he cares about how you're feeling, inside and outside of the bedroom. He's good to you and that simple fact makes the sex even better.

Before too long, he's pulled back from your mouth and he's holding your chin gently, encouraging you to stand up again before he presses you back onto the bed.

You whimper quietly at the feeling of his thick fingers grazing the little soaked lace panties you're wearing before he takes them off and lets them drop to the floor.

"Please." You gasp, letting your fingers drift over your soaked sex with an urgency that surprises your partner. Bucky watches as two of your own fingers slip into your cunt before you trail them up to circle your clit. He doesn't miss how they glisten, coated in evidence of your overwhelming arousal.

Relief floods you when you feel him press his tip to your entrance, letting him sink slowly into you. Nothing compares to the feeling of that first glide into your body. It's intimate but it's downright filthy at the same time.

"Best fucking girl for me." Bucky groans the words between kisses to your neck, slowly pulling out before pressing back where he belongs.

You can only whimper, fingernails digging into his back, forever urging him to fuck you harder.

"I hope you know I'm not pulling out tonight." The words make your cunt flutter with excitement and you almost wonder if he can feel it. "Feels too good. I'm going to stuff this pretty pussy full." He cradles your face in one hand, his eyes locked on yours and you're acutely aware that there's nothing you want to feel more than the gush of his cum into your body.

[vulpinesaint]

MANIFESTING. I WILL READ A BOOK THIS WEEK. I WILL READ A BOOK THIS WEEK. I WILL READ A BOOK THIS WEEK.

[the-offside-rule]

Oscar Piastri (McLaren) - Surprise

Just some Valentines oneshots I have been writing

Oscar Piastri gently stroked Y/n's hair as she slept peacefully. The room was still dim, the soft glow of dawn peeking through the curtains. He leaned closer, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, his heart swelling with affection.

"Y/n," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. "Wake up, sleepyhead."

Y/n stirred, blinking her eyes open slowly. "Oscar? What time is it?" she mumbled, her voice husky with sleep.

"It's early, but I have a surprise for you," Oscar said, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

Y/n rubbed her eyes and sat up, her curiosity piqued. "What's the surprise?" Oscar chuckled. "Now, I know I have to head to thr MTC because of the launch, but I wanted to spend some Valentine's magic with you before I go." Y/n's eyes widened with realization. "Didn't you guys already hard launch the car in like January?" She said into the pillow. "I- no! That- Babe the car launch is today." Y/n turned her head, looking up at her boyfriend looking very handsome as per usual.

Y/n sat up, leaning on her elbows to see what Oscar had for her. Be pulled out a small box. "Happy Valentine's Day, love." Curious, Y/n unwrapped the box to find a delicate piece of jewelry. "Oscar, it's beautiful. Thank you!" He grinned. "Glad you like it. Now, let's enjoy a quick breakfast together before I have to dash." He lifted Y/n up out of the bed, earning a squeal from her in doing so. "Put me down!" She giggled. "Good idea. I think it'd be a better idea that you followed me out." He set her down, and held her hands. With a mixture of curiosity and anticipation, Y/n followed Oscar out of the bedroom and into the living room. The faint light of dawn cast a warm glow over the space as Oscar led her to the window.

"Close your eyes." He instructed gently. Y/n complied, feeling a flutter of excitement in her chest. She heard the soft rustle of fabric as Oscar positioned something behind her. "Okay, now open!" He said. Y/n opened her eyes to find herself facing a small table adorned with a bouquet of roses, a box of chocolates, and a handwritten note that read; Happy Valentine's Day, my love. "Oh Oscar." Oscar smiled as he stood beside her, kissing her cheek. "You shouldn't have."

"Only the best for you, babe. Now, breakfast-" He paused, heading over to the kitchen counter and pulling out a McDonald's bag. "I went and got McMuffins and coffee." Y/n laughed. "All because you can't cook." She walked over to her boyfriend kissed him gently, her eyebrows soon knotting in confusion. "What?" Oscar asked. "You ate a McMuffin already, didn't you?"

"Maybe." He mumbled. As they sat side by side, sharing a simple breakfast, Oscar couldn't help but steal glances at Y/n. "You make waking up early worthwhile, you know?" Y/n said. "Well, you're not so bad yourself." He chuckled, finishing his food. "I hate leaving you, especially on Valentine's Day, but duty calls." Oscar stood up, grabbing his McLaren jacket and heading for the door as Y/n followed him. Y/n gave him a reassuring smile. "It's okay, Oscar. You go on and we'll celebrate properly when you're back." She winked. Oscar smirked before kissing her gently. "I promise. I'll make it up to you. Happy Valentine's Day, my love."

And with that, he left, leaving Y/n to plan her own little Valentine's surprise for Oscar.

[just-your-casual-nerd]

Master List of Fics I Like

Note: I did not write any of these fics, I just enjoy reading them and had a shit load of them saved. So, I figured I would put all of the ones I liked on a master list, figuring that its an easy way to keep track of them, and maybe you guys would like them as well. Have a Great Day fellow Nerds! 😁👋

2nd Note: If Someone wants me to take their fic or another fic off, let me know and it will be done. I don't want to offend anyone or make them upset. 

Larissa Weems:

20/20 Vision (NSFW) By: no-phrogs-in-hats

In A Meeting By: daydream-cement

Challenge (part 1) By: widowromanova

Stress Reliever By: theplanetplu20

Be my good girl (NSFW) By: v3nusxsky

Caught By: pebbleswritessometimes

Non ti scordar di me By: paulsonwifey

Secretary (NSFW) By: fruitylo0pz

A lesson to be taught By: amongthestarlitsea

My mistake By: v3nusxsky

Bathtub Sex (NSFW) By: daydream-cement

A reward (NSFW) By: fruitylo0pz

To People Watch One Person By: rippersz

Your First/NSFW By: v3nusxsky

Hold on/H&c By: v3nusxsky

Piece of Heaven By: moodreaderlesbian

Quiet By: Littledollll

Experiment: NSFW By: v3nusxsky

Not a good girl. Part 2. By: wh0re4women

I Know You Feel It; The Shift: NSFW By: ofc-fics

Forbidden. By: just-a-torn-up-masterpiece

Lipstick Stains By: weemssapphic

Wine & Dine. NSFW By: wh0re4women

Safe haven By: littledollll

My One and Only By: xenrui

Those dresses/NSFW By: v3nusxsky

Take me home By: billiedeansbitch

Good little puppy By: littledollll

Misunderstanding By: milfswriter

Pretty girl By: Littledollll

Sick little love By: Littledollll

Mine/ NSFW By: v3nusxsky

Lay Back (NSFW) By: daydream-cement

Only Pretending #6 By: another-day-another-shadow-ban

Back and White NSFW By stanchett

Tell Me I Got It Wrong By: moodreaderlesbian

Lovely interruption By: Littledollll

Easy Does It-NSFW By: wasjustred

Battle scars/NSFW-angst By: v3nusxsky

A New Start (NSFW) By: fruitylo0pz

Culinary Skills By: veeisgayasf

More Please By: moodreaderlesbian

Misunderstandings By: littledollll

Slightly jealous By: paulsonwifey

little on a mission By: littledollll

Amortentia: Fated Attraction By: weemssapphic

Feeling Neglected By: daydream-cement

Mommas here By: littledollll

Mutual Understanding (NSFW) By: fruitylo0pz

Desperation By: veeisgayasf

Winter Weather Warning (NSFW) By: wasjustred

Five Stars (NSFW) By: fruitylo0pz

Topic of Study (Ch. 2) By: queerfanficion

Desk Activities By: cissyenthusiast010155

Sharing By: cherryapplejuice

Ive Missed You By: pebbleswritessometimes

Topic of Study By: weemsgay

Passionate Discussion By: iamnotoriginalphil

Stress By: realsapphicwife

Vision By: weemssapphic

Valentines Day (NSFW) By: daydream-cement

The Headmistress (NSFW) By: fruitylo0pz

Soulmates By: iamnotoriginalphil

Dancing in the Firelight By: amnotoriginalphil

School Reunion By: amnotoriginalphil

An Adoring Gaze By: xenrui

Hers and Only Hers By: weemssapphic

Handcuffs (NSFW) By: daydream-cement

Good Girl By: daydream-cement

Only For You (NSFW) By: fruitylo0pz

Dumbification (NSFW) By: daydream-cement

Lucifer:

Absolute Perfection By: Littledollll

Playing With Fire: NSFW By: stanchett

I'll Cover You By: Littledollll

Dont be scared, little angel (pt. 4). By littledollll

The chill of spring By: when-i-miss-you

In Mourning By: stanchett

Fallen stars By: Littledollll

Little artists (pt 2/2) By: littledollll

I didn't mean to scare you By: farahtissaiamyloves

Little artist (pt 1/2) By: littledollll

All Mine By: littledollll

Lucifer vs the hound By: Littledollll

Babbles By: Littledollll

Their Precious angel By: Littledollll

Lucifer's Lover Getting Hurt Would Include By: why-what-no

Little angel By: littledollll

sweet little angel By: littledollll

Rest, my little angle (pt. 3) By: littledollll

Winged Affections By: alexusonfire

Drabble By: littledollll

A Sacrificial Lamb By: zephyr-is-tired

One Hell of a welcome By: littledollll

Bitten The Apple By: why-what-no

Vulnerability (NSFW) By: daydream-cement

Old Flames By: irreplaceable-ecstasyy

Dusk till dawn By: cherrysweetdevine

Dangerous temptation By: littledollll

Miranda Hilmarson:

Roleplay (NSFW) By: daydream-cement

Gwen Christie:

Maneater By: imtheindiekid

[winchester-girl67]

Wild Hearts (Part 4) - Postcards From Dean

Summary: Postcards from Dean to Y/N; sent over the years they were apart. 

Masterlist

Pairing: AU!Dean x reader 

Square: Postcards @j3bingo

Word Count: 743 

Warnings: underage, age gap (reader is 16-22, Dean is 20-26), language, slow burn, long distance relationship of sorts, pining, maybe a little angst, time jumps, fluff 

A/N: This part was written for @j3bingo go as a collection of AU postcards from Dean to Y/N.

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A few of your favourite postcards from Dean - from the six years you were apart. 

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Hey Y/N, 

What do you write on a postcard? 

Dean

P.S. I picked up a stack of these at a rest stop on the way to Sioux Falls and I thought you'd like some old school snail-mail. I'm aware that your parents and the mailman will probably read this too, so... I'm sorry I got your daughter into trouble and now she has- what, ten hours of community service left? But, she's kind of a badass and saved my life so don't go too hard on her. 

P.P.S. And to the mailman: Not cool, dude. 

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Dear Y/N, 

Sam told me to start these with 'Dear' instead of 'Hey', I kind of like the way it sounds so I let him be right for once. Bobby and Jody are pretty cool, they won't even let me pay rent so we can save more money. We'll have a place of our own in no time now. 

xo Dean 

P.S. I hope the 'x' is okay, if not I blame Sam. If so, it was all my idea. You can't tell but I just winked at you. 

P.P.S. It's my birthday and Jody made me a cherry pie! It was so good, I had every intention of saving you a piece but now I'll just have to learn how to make one for you instead. Can't wait for your phone call tonight so I can tell you all about it. 

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Dear Y/N, 

It took a little longer than I thought but we just moved into our own apartment! It's closer to Sam's college but we can still visit Bobby and Jody with a short car ride. 

xo Dean 

P.S. Think you'll come visit me on your gap year? 

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Dear Y/N, 

It snowed today! And I'm making pasta tonight. You can drool over it via video chat later. I wish we were in the same time zone so you could ring in the new year with me too. 

I’m missing you a lot lately,  xo Dean 

P.S. I'm sending you a big fat kiss. You can put it where you want it. X 

P.P.S. To the mailman: Get your mind out of the gutter. She's a lady! 

___________________________________

Dear Y/N, 

I'm seriously craving Donna's mocha ice cream right now. I think it would go great with Jody’s cherry pie recipe. Don't knock it till you try it! 

xo Dean

P.S. Sam hasn't stopped playing that playlist you made him for studying. I swear you have the worst taste in music. I'm going to make you a playlist tonight. 

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Dear Y/N, 

I think I like the mountains on this postcard best, we should take a roadtrip there together, maybe next Valentine’s day? 

x Dean 

P.S. I don't like airplanes. 

P.P.S. But I'm going to take you to all the places on these postcards some day. 

P.P.P.S. I hope you're still pinning these postcards to your wall so you can hold them over my head some day. 

___________________________________

Dear Y/N, 

I'm sorry. 

xx Dean 

P.S. If I could have one superpower it would be the ability to control the weather. 

P.P.S. Getting snowed in would be a lot more fun WITH you. 

P.P.P.S. Maybe my superpower should’ve been teleportation! Damn it, is it too late to change my answer? 

___________________________________

Dear Y/N, 

I just dropped Sam off for his first year of law school. I feel old. Luckily, he got another scholarship though, so I don't have to worry about paying his tuition. Kid's a major nerd. 

x Dean 

P.S. I'm actually in California! The salt air here makes me think of home, of you. You feel so far away right now. I'm not even looking at the same ocean. That sucks. 

P.P.S. We haven't talked in a while and I know that's mostly my fault, but I wanted to give you a heads up. I'm coming home... Soon. 

___________________________________

Dear Y/N, 

Did you notice there's no stamp? 

Always yours, 

xoxo Dean 

P.S. I was going to tell you to meet me where I first kissed you but that's a hell of a walk. So meet me under our streetlamp. The one where you put ice cream on my nose the first night we met. 

P.P.S. I hope you come, I can't wait to see you. But I understand and no hard feelings if you don't. 

_________________________

Part 5

_________________________ Dean: @akshi8278 @laycblack @thoughts-and-funnies @mrsjenniferwinchester @crustycheeks @kazsrm67 @sexyvixen7 @lyarr24 @suckitands33  @eliwinchester99 @yvonneeeee @igotmajordaddyissues @djs8891 @leigh70 @globetrotter28 @backseat-of-deans-67chevy

SPN: @hobby27

Wild Hearts: @justrealizedimmascifygurl @evieluvsjamie @kimberkingrivers @vicmc624 @ladysparkles78

[creedslove]

Hi sweetie I hope you are well

You were asking for sweet head cons

A valentine one since it valentines nothing sexual just a sweet one have, Joel or whiskey maybe a dinner date or an outing and then coming home and chilling with baby Wyatt or Sarah ??

Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) x f!reader

A/N: hi baby!!! Thank you for this request this is very sweet and though I wasn't going to write anything for Valentine's, now I'll write your idea! Since you mentioned Joel and our favorite Cowboy, I'll do both, because I love them and it's so fun to imagine what they'd all do 😁 Happy V day ❤️

Edit: I'm so sorry bestie, I'm not gonna be able to do a Joel one, I'm feeling terribly sick and I can't get better, I'm sorry, I know this Headcanon isn't much but it's the best I can do now 💔

• Jack is a painfully romantic man, so you can expect a lot of affection and sweet little gifts on regular days, but honey, you can expect a whole other level on Valentine's day

• due to his romantic nature and the fact that cowboy's got money, he can go a little overboard and spend a lot on you and the celebration, and that includes flying you to another country for a romantic meal in his jet, so if you want things to be more simple, you need to give him a heads up and he'll think about it

• he starts the day by making you breakfast, you can also expect a lot of flowers throughout the house and a beautiful bouquet for you as well; on the menu for your special breakfast, he's gonna prepare - or have it made - your favorites; small sandwiches, muffins, eggs and bacon, cupcakes, you name it, your cowboy got it for you

• he is all lovey dovey towards you, always giving you small little kisses, cuddling and let's not keep the going down on you until your clit is swollen off the table, of course

• Jack will definitely take you out for a picnic around the ranch, nothing fancy, just you and him, enjoying some pastries as you relax and spend time together in nature, that's when he's gonna give you his present

• but the cowboy doesn't just give *one* present, you can expect him to give you at least a couple; usually a piece of lingerie for your shared enjoyment later on at night, something else like a dress, a book, or anything related to your hobby or personal taste but he also loves giving you meaningful presents, which means he's gonna get you something nice like a locket with his picture and Wyatt's as well

• for the special evening, the cowboy will definitely take you to a nice restaurant or even spend the night at a hotel, so you can have your date and your alone time together

• and talking about intimacy, it's gonna be all about you, he's gonna love pleasuring you in any way, he'll love making you cum over and over, doing your favorite positions and you can expect your clit feeling all puffy and sensitive from his ministrations

• and once you come back home, Wyatt is all excited to see his mommy, he runs to you and wraps his little arms around your neck, he's a sweet and caring boy and he can't get enough of your snuggles

• being Jack's son, of course he is a little gentleman himself, so he gives you the card he drew all by himself, one single rose and some chocolates, he's so proud to be able to gift his beautiful mommy for Valentine's day and you see how lucky you really are to have such a beautiful and lovely family like that ❤️

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[theotherbuckley]

Purple's fic master list

Cow Eyes | 2.2K | G

Buck gets the call on a Saturday. He’s sat at the kitchen table, delving into some strange corner of the internet where he’s apparently discovered that seahorses hold each others' tails when they swim and that cows have best friends and that Eddie’s big brown gorgeous eyes remind him of cow eyes and maybe if they were cows then they’d still be best friends— And then he gets the call. His phone starts ringing just as he’s learning about polar bears giving each other nose boops. He reaches out and grabs the phone off the counter, still so lost in his deep dive that he doesn’t even check the number that’s calling. “Hello?” “Is this Evan Buckley?” A professional-sounding woman answers. It’s then that Buck promptly forgets whatever facts he just learnt and instead feels a familiar ache creeping its way into his chest. “That’s, uh— that’s me,” he manages to get out. “You’re listed as Eddie Diaz’ emergency contact, is that right?”

(Or the 'Eddie's in hospital and Buck tries not to break down' fic except its actually just a cute silly little fic)

Tripped and Fell E | 5.8K | PWP

“Buck?” Comes Eddie’s voice from the hall.  Oh fuck. Buck really should have paid attention to the clock. Before Buck can think about how to get himself out of this one, Eddie appears in the doorway. Buck sees his eyes darken and the way he clenches his jaw.  “Buck.” Eddie’s voice is so neutral and controlled. Oh, Buck has royally fucked up.  “I— um.” Buck swallows, his mouth awfully dry as he tries to come up with some explanation for his insubordination. He could say it was an accident. He, uh, tripped? He can see Eddie already tenting in his trousers, so he can’t be in too much trouble, right? “Did I say to stop?” Eddie questions.

(Or the boys get a new dildo, and Buck can't wait to use it, literally. Eddie comes home and deals with his misbehaviour.)

running from myself (and the memories of you) | 12K | T

He wants to tell Eddie everything, he wants to tell him that he’s struggling, that he can’t sleep without being plagued with nightmare after nightmare. He wants to tell him that the worst ones are when Eddie’s lying on the road reaching out towards him and he’s just stuck watching, when he can taste Eddie’s blood on his tongue, feel it splattered across his face. He wants to tell him that when he wakes up the blood is still there, so he throws up in the toilet until the taste of copper is forced out of his mouth and he washes his face 10 times until he’s sure there’s not a drop of blood left. He just wants to tell him a random fact that he found out at 3 am when he went down the rabbit hole starting with the world's tallest skyscrapers and ending with the knowledge that most elevator close door buttons don’t actually work. But now he looks at Eddie and he just can’t help but think that he’s being a burden, that Eddie got shot and shouldn’t have to deal with him too. So instead, he runs.

(Or Buck has years of unresolved trauma and can't sleep, so he tries to literally outrun his demons instead. Luckily Eddie is there to pick up the pieces when he finally breaks.)

I'll Take Care of You | 5.1K | T

Eddie squints up at him, looking him up and down. “Are you okay? Is your leg okay?” Eddie always did see right through him. Dejected, Buck slumps against the wall, letting a small sob leave his mouth before he palms at his eyes. He shakes his head. “‘S not good,” he practically whimpers.

(Or Buck has chronic pain after the bombing, Eddie takes care of him, and it's actually super sweet and sappy because these boys are hopelessly in love)

Be My Valentine? Or Something? | 5.8K | G

What to write? Should he be cliche? Ask him to be his Valentine? Or should it be more personal, more intimate? Agh, this was harder than he thought. His sister would tell him to ‘speak from the heart’, whatever that means, so he picks up the pen and writes: Eddie, Your smile makes my heart beat a little faster, and your eyes remind me of big cow eyes, but in like a good way. Love, EB P.S your hair is very floofy, pleaseee don’t cut it <3 There, he thinks, Eddie will know it was him without embarrassing anyone. Perfect. (Spoiler alert: Eddie does not know it was from him)

(Or a High School Valentine's Day AU featuring our favourite boys being dorks and falling in love)

Because You're Exhausting 10K | M | Please read tags and warnings in the notes

Because every day after he woke up still in pain, and he couldn’t even tell his own family (because what if I can’t be a firefighter anymore? what if they don’t let me?). And then he’s hugging Eddie and they’re welcoming him home and maybe, just maybe, for a second he believes that it won’t be so bad. Because then he was choking on his own blood staring into Bobby’s eyes thinking this is it, isn’t it? And then he woke up because damn, he always wakes up and somehow that’s always worse. And he wants to laugh at himself because how did he think, even for a moment, that anything would ever be ok? Because then he was on blood thinners and they wouldn’t let him home, and he just wanted to go home (what if I can’t be a firefighter anymore?) Because then the lawsuit happened and he just lost everything all over again. Because “You’re exhausting.”

(Or Buck's always been sad but it's post lawsuit, and Buck just can't handle it anymore)

you don't need to ask, i'll come running 1.6K | G

Buck never thought he’d be afraid of thunder and lightning, he thought being scared was for kids and dogs startled by the loud noise. He didn’t think he could possibly be scared of a little rain. And he’s not. He’s not. Buck is not scared of thunder or lightning— okay maybe he can admit he’s a little bit scared of lightning. But Buck should definitely not be scared when he is sitting at home in the safety of his bed whilst the rain hammers down outside. He should not jump every time the sky crackles and lights up his loft. He shouldn’t be scared, but, quite frankly, he is.

(Or post-lightning strike Buck is at home during a storm, Chris thinks Buck needs a hug and Eddie thinks maybe a kiss or two, too.)

[fictionalwh0ree]

✩ 1.5k celebration ✩

thank you guys so so sooo much for 1.5k

for the next couple days, i'll be taking requests on any character i write for

ive collected prompts from different prompt lists, they're just under the line

send a request with one of the following prompts and the character and i'll write a little blurb!

ly <33

prompt list

✩ you're blushing prompts by @thepromptswhisperer

“You’re blushing.” “Yeah, so? Never seen anyone fall for your charm before?”

“Are you okay? You look a little…” “I’m fine!”

“Are you actually blushing?” “No! Shut up.”

A smiles fondly when B starts to blush and draws them closer, allowing them to hide in their embrace.

“This never happened, do you understand?! If I find out you mentioned this to anyone, I’ll…”

A touches their own heated cheeks (, maybe to confirm that they really are blushing. Not that they didn’t already know.)

“I’m not blushing. It’s from the cold.” “Yeah. Sure.”

✩ the sweet early morning things by @novelbear

sleepy, playful smiles as they both take in eachothers messy morning appearance

"you look your cutest like this." "but i just woke up." "i know what i said."

snuggling into the others neck to shield their eyes from the sunlight

peppering small kisses all over their face to wake them

"your morning voice is so hot." [laughs] "what?"

waking up a little earlier than usual, meaning they get the luxury of snuggling further into their blankets and lover to go back to sleep.

accidentally falling back asleep, too entangled and comfortable in one another's warmth.

✩ make 'em swoon by @creativepromptsforwriting

a subtle wink

holding them close by their hips

pulling them on their lap

smirking in a way that suggests more

hugging them from behind

a kiss pressed to the neck

lips brushing against their ear

whispering to them like they're alone in the world

✩ valentine's prompts by @scealaiscoite

“you really planned this?! remind me how you’re single, again?”

“has it occurred to you that we’ve spent more valentine’s days with each other than with people we’ve actually been dating?”

“wow, someone’s looking good. hot date, or what?”

“ i wanted to treat you how i should’ve before.”

“you really thought i wouldn’t remember what you like? please, give me a little credit.”

“i understand if you don’t want to, but i wanted to tell you that i planned a few things for us today.”

“i couldn’t think of a better night to show everyone how in love with you i am.”

✩ in between by @keyotosprompts

"was that a good conversation?" "oh... yeah. it was great" "great." [and there's this thick, awkward silence afterwards].

person a and person b are dating, and person a just finished a conversation with someone person b was jealous of. when they get home, person b is a bit more clingier and so much more touchy. cue a's teasing and b hiding their face in the crook of a's neck.

^ "so... are you finally gonna admit you were jealous?" "uh, no, because i wasn't" (b says as they press kisses to a's neck and hold a close to their body).

"and i love you. i love it when you do the double-tuck thing with your hair when you're nervous, does [person c] notice that? do they know that when you shove your hands in your pockets, you're really just doing it so you can fidget without anyone knowing? or, what about the way you look at people–" and person a is in total shock the whole time.

person b is sulking after seeing person a reunite with someone they've been close to since forever (think family friend...yikes). person a thinks it's adorable and goes to "comfort" b by peppering their face with kisses and giving them words of affirmation.

✩ phrases/actions that have my legs divorcing by @loveisanimaginarydagger3000

Watching in awe as your partner slides their finger into their mouth with your cum on it. 

“Yeah?” They say with a hint of teasing to their tone, “And what if I do this?” They say, changing their rhythm slightly and hitting your weak spot.

Toying with a piece of clothing, whether that be the collar of your shirt, slowly undoing your belt, sliding a finger under the waistband of your underwear before letting it snap back against your skin.(The last one ahhhh) 

“If you want something, you have to use your words.”  

“Remember who’s in charge here baby, I’d choose your next words carefully.” 

“I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you over all the noise you were making.” (Someone write an enemies with benefits to this I beg) 

✩ fluff prompt list by @acourtofswiftiesandshadowdaddies

“You look really good in my clothes”

“I could just stare at you forever” “Creep”

“I wish you could see the way I see you”

“This isn’t just a(n) [object], it’s a promise”

“Come back to bed”

“My parents love you”

“Our kids are gonna be *mwah*!”

“I know you had a bad day, so I made you cookies”

“I'd be a great parent, I’m just saying”

“You remembered my birthday?”

“Come on, love, let’s get you home.”

[bas-writes]

Let the fate decide...

Tell me about your dream date & I will assign you a candidate to spend it with <3 Will you take the risk and blindly reach for a an offered hand?

With 4th anniversary running close & approaching Valentine season, I want to propose y'all a little event focused on blind dates. The idea is simple: you send me a dream date scenario, I assign a character I feel will vibe with the idea the most & write a short (500-1k words) Y/N style story with them!

Texts will be published in February, so I encourage you to request off-anon ❤

To apply & take one of 14 available spots, please send the following info:

Dream Date: (a short description of it, can be something as simple as "ice rink night date" or something more specific)

Fandom(s): (I'll write this one for Jujutsu Kaisen and One Piece (yes lol finally) you can ask for a character from only one of those or both)

Gender of Character: (are you interested in men, women, maybe in both?)

Your Gender Info: (I write in 2nd POV [you/your] style and will do it as gender neutral as possible if you won't tell me anything but you can ask me to be more specific)

Spice: (optional & not guaranteed; I won't go full explicit smut with those but if you're okay with suggestive/steamy vibe let me know, otherwise I'll keep the texts as sfw as possible)

Please, have in mind that you might not be paired with a character who's your fave or paired with a character you personally don't enjoy. It's a risk of such events 😅 Also please, say at least hi and thank you when you request! ❤

[make-me-imagine]

Love is Stored in Post-It Notes

Prompt: Surprise reunion on Valentine’s Day

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Gn!Reader

Requested By: @paigewinchester67; you requested smut but I don't write that, so you got fluff instead lol, I hope you like it anyways.

Warnings: Nothing~

Words: 1k

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Carrying a damp rag in your hand as you slowly made your way through the house, cleaning as you went, you began opening drawers and sorting them out.

Opening another drawer, you moved a piece of paper, revealing an old cigar box. You smiled the second you saw it, taking it out as fond memories washed over you.

Sliding open the lid, you revealed a pile of post-it notes in various colors covered in your's and Bradley's handwriting.

Picking a few up, you read through the notes, some with obvious memories attached, and some you couldn't quite remember.

'I love you!'

'I'll meet you at the spot at 7!'

'Don't forget the chargers this time'

'Dinner is at 6'

'I didn't want to wake you. I will see you later, I love you.'

You don't know why you kept most of them, but every time you found one from Bradley, it felt like he left a little piece of him behind, just for you.

Grabbing another one, you smiled, though it held an air of melancholy with it.

'Will you be my Valentine? ☐ Yes ☐ No'

The memory ran through your head. You and Bradley had been dating for a few months. It was the first Valentines Day you would be spending as a couple. He had stuck it on your phone when you weren't looking.

When you noticed it, you met his eyes from across the room and he winked, before grinning at you and motioning for you to check a box.

You had acted as though it was a tough decision, tapping the pen against your chin as you decided what to check. He frowned playfully as he clasped his hands together, as if begging you to say yes. After another moment, you had checked yes, of course.

Every year since then, he had asked you in the same way, always leaving the note for you to randomly find. On your pillow to find when you woke up, on your car steering wheel when you headed to town, on the bathroom mirror when you went to take a shower.

Each years note was stacked behind the last. All with the same question and always with the same response.

Looking up at the calendar, you noted that Valentines Day was only a few days away. And for the first time, Bradley wasn't here.

Valentines Day was not the most celebrated holiday, nor was it all that important in reality. But it would be the first time you weren't together for it.

It would be the first time you didn't dress up a little more than any other date night. The first time you wouldn't buy each other flowers, or cheesy cards. The first time you wouldn't make a themed breakfast for the two of you.

You both always made it so fun, you loved your cheesy holiday together. But even if you couldn't do it this year, you would live, as long as he came back at some point. That was all you could really ask for.

Putting the post-it notes back in the box and placing it gently in the drawer, you continued with your cleaning, trying to busy yourself.

As you made your way towards the bedroom, you stopped as you heard a knock at the door. Heading back towards the door, your immediate thought was that it was a delivery.

Peaking out the window, you saw no one. Opening the door, you immedietely looking down, expecting a box or envelope. But seeing nothing, you furrowed your brow and looked around, confused.

Shaking your head slightly, you figured maybe it was someone who had the wrong house, or maybe just a bored kid. As you turned to head back in, your eyes caught on something pink on the door, as you did a sharp double take.

On the door, just under the peep-hole, there was a pink post-it note. Your breath hitched in your throat as you grabbed the note, reading the message, written in familiar handwriting.

'Will you be my Valentine? ☐ Yes ☐ No'

Spinning around, your eyes darted around before locking on Bradley just as he stepped out from behind the car, a grin on his face as he removed his sunglasses.

"Bradley!" You laughed out as you rushed to each other, quickly embracing each other.

He laughed as he hugged you, picking you up off the ground as he spun around. "Miss me?"

"Always." You replied with a bright grin on your face as you pulled away. You placed your hands on either side of his face, making sure you weren't dreaming. You pulled his head down and pressed your forehead against his as you spoke "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Well then I couldn't surprise you could I?"

Reaching towards his pocket, you watched as he pulled out a pen and smiled. "So?"

You repressed a laugh as you took the pen, before placing the post-it on the wall and checking the yes box. Turning back to him you stuck it on his chest before patting it two times, unable to remove the grin from your face.

Placing his hand over the post-it he smiled widely as he reached out, pulling you to him again before he brought his face close to yours.

He stared into your eyes for a moment before he spoke softly "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too." You replied.

"And I love you so much."

You giggled softly "And I love you so much too."

Leaning in, your lips met as you wrapped your arms around him. It looks like you'll get your cheesy holiday together after all.

xx End xx

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[13tinysocks]

hey dude! What's up :)) been just a little since l've said something

Initially, this is me saying thank you and goodbye

This isn't supposed to be a weird pity story, so l'm so unbelievably sorry if it comes off that way, lol.

When I began reading your work, I was enamoured with fiction because of personal issues (as many usually are, honestly, I know I'm one of god knows how many people trying to run away from life for just a second with fanfics or media in general). I don't know if I will ever be able to communicate this properly, hell, this will even be unbelievable funny or dramatic but I need to get this across because it's coming from a genuine place. Your stories and work thus far has brought me comfort, immense heaps of it, and even still when I deal with things that feel out of reach or too much to actually face head on I find myself wandering back to syg or just your blog in general

I mean this, from my entire heart, thank you and thank Bee. A million times thank you, for making that one silly silly stupid piece of fanfiction, because oh my god it got me through some major stressful hardships within my life for the past 3 years.

I am leaving tumblr, however I’m aware I have submitted asks with my actual accounts before, so you'll likely be able to see they're still gonna be up. I'm just deleting tumblr the app instead of my account, but for other social platforms they will be deleted properly (such as quotev) so I won’t be indulging in much reading anymore when it comes to fanfics and such lol

I don't know if I'll come back, if I do I likely will not be back for long or to be as active as l've been because of the toll social media’s taken. So even as ridiculous as this feels, to tell someone I’m simply a fan of and barely truly know, that their fanfic of murderers and their love story with my self insert kept me pushing through a lot of tough days, I genuinely just had to.

I needed to thank both you and your partner for the work you've both put out. I still have that smiley pin I’d made, and I will cherish what you made quotev have been for me ( I literally found out about the website during early or late 2020 I can barely remember, then later found your fic, I was DEEP DIVING into that shit LMAO )

I hope whatever happens for you and bee in the future is only good, and I only will wish nothing but the best of luck with everything man.

feel free to post this (idk what it’s called but when you publicly reply lol) or not, as long as you read this it’ll mean lots to me !! >:))

your coolest weirdest ticci toby fan whose also named toby, 🐚 annon

I always struggle to convey gratefulness for messages like this and readership- especially repeated readership. My life would be different if it were not for comments and messages egging us on to keep writing from syg to ho1c. While it's easy to say that writing is solely out of passion for the craft there is also the drive to share something with others. Hearing those others loud or quiet as a favorite- does push us forward when we have no motivation or desire to work. That drive has made us closer as a couple, better thinkers, and a halfway decent writing team. I thank you and all the others who send us stuff even if it's shit post asks I never answer because I like having them in my inbox like a personal horde of platonic Valentine's. I like keeping the pieces you give me to myself sometimes. I know it may seem like I'm ignoring you but I find genuine comfort in these messages. That there are so many. That they are so varied. That we have reached beyond our shut-in existence to touch the lives of others.

I find myself wondering where an anon has gone when I do not hear from them in awhile. I wish them well. I wish them better standards than us.

Maybe we'll meet again someday space cowboy. If you're ever back in town feel free to shoot me (a message).

Thank you for reaching out. Thank you for reading. I wish you peace and love and good books.

[nerdieforpedro]

Wednesday WIP

It's hump day people! So that means it's time to find out what everyone is working on! 😎 As for your girl Nerdie, I have a few things in the works: two Dieter fics, two Marcus Pike fics, and Dave/Santi.

@iamasaddie Popped out a dark Valentine's Day prompt and past Nerdie said sure! Thus we're going to have a different version of Marcus Pike. (Not “Daddy” I made a slight edit to the prompt). He might be a bit manipulative, but it's for your benefit. Not odd at all. It's still in bullet points and some of them may change I gave @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin a preview so have to ask her if it makes any sense. 😄 (The above gif is how I picture this Marcus. Like he looks so sweet, but sir, SIR! But also we're okay with it, maybe.)

@magpiepills gave me an excellent idea for meeting Marcus Pike at a motel based off a Tag game we did a week or two ago. I've thought of three parts for the thing. I just gotta write it. That will be the Marcus fluff we know and love. 💕

@angelofsmalldeath-codeine Sweetly asked if there was an update on my chapter Dieter series "Weddings 101 with Dieter." I am working on chapter 4, I just have to work out the details. The devil is there and he is mocking me. 😈 The Horny Delegation's High Chancellor has high expectations. Maybe I should have written it a little worse. 🤗

Dave/Santi have their bullet points mostly. I did start on them. Maybe February @for-a-longlongtime It needs a lot more meat, lube, cargo pants and zip ties. There may be a preview of that next week along with some Santiago smut. The Santi x reader smut will be @rhoorl (she started it with her ask) and @legendary-pink-dot fault who sent me one journalist's investigative piece on Oscar's Dune beard. 🤣 I also blame Pinterest. You search “Oscar Isaac beard” one time. Sheesh. 😒

I finished my addition to the PMAMC 2024 challenge organized by the talented @wannab-urs and, well, it's done and out there. 👀 Read the other ones and come back to mine, if you think about it. This week is everyone is posting so there will be a masterlist up later with everyone who participated.

I'll end with a small preview of my Dieter Brovo one-shot:

God he needs to feel you, the pocket pussy he has is alright but he needs your full weight on him. You mewling at him, giving him silent direction as he tries to make you vocalize more. Dieter’s aware he’s often loud enough for the both of you and he finds that hearing the few moans that you will give him, fill him with a sense of accomplishment. He remembered that you’d told him that it was difficult to climax sometimes and actually you’ve reached your peak so much more often with him than other partners, because he cared to find out where your spots are, what makes you feel good. Your hushed noises weren’t an indication that he wasn’t doing well, you just weren't used to making sounds during sex. Since the two of you met at a club where you had misplaced your shoes and Dieter let you borrow his crocs, you’d been seeing each other when you could. It was one of the few stable relationships Dieter had outside of his business team.

So that’s all I have this week. 🤗 See you next week!

No pressure tags: @fhatbhabie @trulybetty @morallyinept @maggiemayhemnj @pedroshotwifey @megamindsecretlair @i-own-loki @secretelephanttattoo @goodwithcheese @ladybess-a03 @laurfilijames @musings-of-a-rose @undercoverpena @avastrasposts @chronically-ghosted @gwendibleywrites

[thebluestbluewords]

anti-Valentine’s Valentine’s date

I tried SO HARD to write the adorable Jal prompt that I received for Jalentines day, and instead of cute all my brain wanted to write was angst. Set in approximately D2, it’s a 3k lead-in to a longer Jal fic that I’m probably not going to finish writing.

*

Mal kicks the door of the boy's dorm open with the heel of the stupid, impractical strappy sandals she's been wearing since before dinner. 

Or at least, that's what she tries to do. Instead, because her life is a curse and the very existence of high heels is a prison, the delicate silver heel of the shoe that Evie spent hours sourcing for her snaps off. 

Great. Perfect. This is just how she wanted the night to go. 

Mal pounds on the door with her fist instead. "Open up! I brought misery and disdain for the institution of love!" 

A thump. "And chocolate?" 

"No, I didn't steal any chocolate at all from my date with the king of Auradon," Mal says, as sarcastically as she can manage with one shoe on and the other broken to pieces in her hands. "Just let me in already." 

The door pops open. "You're late." Carlos informs her. "Evie already went back to your room." 

Wonderful. 

"I don't care," Mal informs him right back, and shoves her purse, which is tiny and lilac and stuffed to the brim with all the chocolate she could fit, into his hands. "I need this princess shit off my body yesterday. I am not cut out for valentine's day, that's what I've learned, and also Ben's going to dump me and I don't care."

"Woah. Uh. Maybe you should care--" 

Mal spins around to glare at him, and Carlos immediately throws his hands up. "I MEAN, your judgement is impeccable and we all hate Ben now!" 

Ugh. 

"I don't hate him," Mal snaps, yanking her earrings out and throwing them sort of in the direction of somebody's dresser. There's still enough empty space on the top for her to recognize it as a dresser, so signs point to it belonging to Carlos. "I hate love. And valentine's day. And dating."

"You said you hated froot loops yesterday." Carlos points out. "Because I took the last of them. So like, I'm gonna take this with a spoonful of salt here. Did your date not go well?" 

Mal rips the pins out of her hair with so much force that one of them flies into the mirror. It doesn’t shatter, which is a fucking shame. She would have liked to make an awful mess. "I hate love, and I'm going to die alone surrounded by the bones of my enemies. No, it did not "go well,”” She stops ripping out pins long enough to add air quotes, which are essential to the dramatic effect of it all. "He asked if I love him back, and I told him, again, that I don't know how to love people, and he made this horrible face and was so kind about the whole thing, and just-- ugh!" 

Carlos is hovering. "I’m…sorry?" 

"I'm sorry we ever came here." Mal spits, yanking her other shoe off and throwing it somewhere in the direction of Jay's shoe pile. "I don't-- I can't be a princess. I hate that I just-- I don't know how to do anything, and I hate when people look at me like I'm supposed to know what I'm doing, and there were all these cameras, and--augh!" 

"Jay's in the shower," Carlos offers. "If you want to bother him about it." 

"I want to hit something," Mal admits. It's not a perfect solution, but she's already feeling a little bit less like her skin is on too tight now that she's got her hair loose and wild around her shoulders and her earrings and stupid, uncomfortable, impractical shoes off. "I think-- d'you want to spar with us?" 

"Can't. Homework." Carlos gestures to the textbooks he's got spread out on the neater one of the boys’ beds. "I've got a test tomorrow and if I fail I'll have to retake the class." 

Mal leans over so she can see the textbooks. It looks like history, maybe. Something with a lot of dense text and no visible math problems. "I can't imagine you failing any test, furball." she says, meaning it. How well they thrived on the isle of the lost isn't a perfect gauge for how well they're doing in Auradon, but school is school no matter where they are, and Mal can't remember her little nerd ever failing a test.

 Carlos goes even tenser at her attempt at reassurance. "First time for everything." 

"Still, you failing?" Mal scoffs. "We're in Auradon, not Wonderland. Not everything is upside down and inside out and topsy-turvy. Or whatever Allie’s sayings are.. You'll be fine." 

"I'll be better if I study. Sorry. No sparring for me tonight." 

Ugh. Mal rips another pin out of her hair and throws it towards the mirror with the others. "Suit yourself. I'm going to go bother Jay into letting me beat the shit out of him."

Carlos flashes her a little half smile. "Have fun."

“Oh, I will,” Mal assures him, and spins around to go invade the sanctity of the boy’s showers. 

The short, barefoot walk down the hallway to the boy's bathrooms gives Mal critical time to think about her plan of attack. She's wicked and awful, naturally, but she's also not especially interested in getting shouted at by a teacher for being out of bed and in the boy's showers tonight. She's had enough of being shouted at by adults who think they know better than her. She's not some Auradon girl to be controlled, so she's simply not going to get caught. 

Which means she's going back to the boys room. 

At least she'll remember to grab some different shoes this time. 

"Fuck off, Mal," Carlos calls through the door when she knocks a second time. "You can't steal my shoes." 

"I can steal whatever I want, actually," Mal corrects him, opening the door and barging in, as is her right as their fearless leader. She is Mal of the Isle, and she's not a prize to be won or a princess to be wooed. She's going to steal whatever shoes she likes. "Jay's shoes don't fit me right." 

Carlos throws a pen at her. "Neither do mine, you're just delusional about the size of your own feet. At least take my sneakers if you're going sparring. I hate when we have to dig out the poison kit after hours." 

Mal sticks her tongue out at him. Her shoes are all perfect, and she's also perfectly aware of the size of her feet, which are currently half a shoe size smaller than the one Carlos wears.  As such, their shared approximate size gives her the right to steal his shoes whenever the princess ones she's been dressed in are too much for her to manage, physically or mentally. . "I'm taking the ones with spikes." 

"Are not." 

"Are so," Mal says, diving under the bed to where he keeps all four pairs of his shoes lined up. "I'm going to add more spikes while you're not looking. Poison-tipped ones. Razor-sharp." 

"Use porcupine quills, they're barbed." Carlos says helpfully, making absolutely no motion to get up and defend his shoes.

Mal shoves aside the fallen textbook, grabs the hoodie shoved under the bed for later, and ah. There’s her prize.  Boots (with spikes), dress shoes, cleats (more spikes), and there at the end, sneakers. 

"Fishhooks," Mal suggests. "The giant ones that rip holes when they come out. And I'll dip them in bleach powder so it burns the whole time they're inside." 

Carlos shudders. "Gross." 

"You're gross," Mal rips her dress over her head, and does not wince at the popping noise the shoulder seam makes. Evie can fix it again later, or they can burn it. Whichever. "I'm taking your clothes too."

"Wash the bloodstains out before you put them back." 

Shirt. Pants. Hoodie. Sneakers. 

Ill-gotten disguise on, Mal flashes him a thumbs up on her way back out the door. 

“Hey,” Mal calls out, keeping her voice intentionally low. She’s got the hood of Carlos’s stolen hoodie pulled up over her hair, and she’s relying on the sight of a familiar size-shape-color-scheme to deter anyone from looking too closely at her. Not that there’s many students around the boy’s bathroom at 9pm on Valentine’s night, but still. She’s not exactly looking to get caught. “Jaybird?” 

There’s no noise in the bathroom except for the irregular drip of a shower head that hasn’t been turned off quite hard enough. All the money in the world, and Auradon Prep still doesn’t have showers that actually work how they’re supposed to. 

It’s ridiculous. If Mal were in charge of the school budget she’d be putting all the money into showers. A hot shower and a  fireplace in every dorm, so that none of the students have to feel cold if they don’t want. That’s the budget priorities Mal would have. Warmth, and then food. The dining hall could stand to leave leftovers out longer after meals. 

…princesses don’t think about food. She’s been around Evie long enough to know that one. Princesses are tiny and perfect without even trying. Princesses eat salad and fruit and don’t order fries with anything. Princesses are the sort of people the king is supposed to be dating, and Mal is never, ever going to become that sort of person. 

“Mal?” 

Mal does not jump. She just— startles. Just a little. “Hey.”

There’s a smile playing at the corner of Jay’s mouth. “Hey yourself. I thought you’d be out with Ben still.” 

“You know price charming,” Mal waves a hand. “Had to have me home by midnight or else he was afraid I’d turn into a pumpkin.” 

“It’s nine thirty.” 

“Localized curse. The younger you are, the earlier it thinks you should be home. We picked nine, just to be safe.” 

“You can just say you had a bad date, killer,” Jay says. “I’ll be your alibi. You need a shovel?” 

Mal snorts. “It didn’t go that badly, give me some credit. I just freaked out when he started talking about love. While we were on a date to talk about love.” 

Fuck. 

A lot more of the evening makes sense when she frames it that way. None of the bullshit they’ve found online talks about dating the king of the entire country, but there’s a lot of website with mind-numbing names like psychology today and buzzbees news that make it very clear how important Auradon brats think nonverbal communication is. 

She went on a date. On Valentine’s Day. 

With Ben. 

“…Killer?” 

Focus. 

“Fuck off.” Mal snaps reflexively. “I’m fine. Just. Plotting.” 

Jay dodges around her for a pile of fabric, which reveals itself to be his Auradon-blue team hoodie. “You wanna plot somewhere a little better?” 

“What I want is to go home, but I’m not going to get that,” Mal says thoughtfully. “I was going to ask you to spar with me, but if you’ve got any better ideas I’m open to hearing them.” 

“Breaking and entering.” Jay says immediately. “We should blow this place. There’s that all-ages club in town—”

“If I have to touch another human being I’m going to scream.” 

Jay touches her arm deliberately, a sustained pressure that doesn’t even read as touch, just comfort. Mal drinks it in like he’s pouring the comfort directly onto all the jagged, awful pieces of her soul. “I’m not a human being?” 

“Shut up. You’re mine, it’s different.” 

“You’re mine, then.” 

There’s a piece of her heart that fits perfectly again the broken edges of his. Mal couldn’t let go of Jay if she tried, not for anything in the world. Not for her mother breathing fire at them, not for Fairy Godmother insisting that it’ll be good for them to make other friends, and not for a stupid holiday that says she’s only supposed to be tied to one person, and not even the one holding on to her right now. 

“Sure.” Mal agrees, because she can’t put words to the enormity of feelings she’s experiencing. Villains don’t have feelings, but she’s reformed now, and it’s harder to describe the feelings with words than it is to have them. “We can sneak out, see what trouble we can find.” 

“You’re all the trouble I need, killer.” Jay says, too honest. “I’ll take you out of here whenever you need. Wherever you want.” 

“Sap.” 

“Princess.” 

“Do I look like a princess to you?” Mal leans back to gesture at herself. The sweatshirt she stole isn’t Auradon-blue like Jay’s. It’s an old one, ratty in the way that all their old isle stuff is, and nearly transparent at the elbows. The seams are held together with Evie’s neat machine stitching, but the thread is three different shades of red and grey all mashed together, and there’s a hole in the edge of the hood that’s exposing the soft inside of it. Her sneakers are a size too big, and laced tight to compensate. Her hair is still a mess from the violent undoing that she’d subjected it to, and she can’t be bothered to try and tame it, not when her chest is bursting with feelings that don’t have any place to go except for out of her body, in tears or screams or whatever violence she’s able to inflict that will drive the awful right feeling out. 

“The prettiest princess in all the land,” Jay says, and jumps back before the words are even out of his mouth, out of the range of Mal’s swipe. “C’mon, killer. You’re the fiercest baby dragon I know. Come out with me. We can find trouble somewhere better than this.” 

"You're trouble already," Mal grumbles, but there's no bite to the words. She wants, wholly and completely, to be somewhere else. "The gates are locked for the night, you know." 

"No problem. Besides, you can just say you're on an important errand for the king and get through all the school security." 

"I could," Mal agrees. It's not like she's afraid of a little misplaced power when she can wield it. "But it's more fun to sneak out." 

Jay's grin is a bright flash in the darkness. "Hey, I've got a stupid idea." 

Mal grunts. "Shoot." 

"I could toss you over the fence." 

"The twenty foot fence." 

Jay shrugs. "It's more like twelve feet. At least according to the build specs." 

"Which you came across..." 

"Totally legally. They're in the library, if you know where to look for 'em." 

"You're impossible," Mal sighs. "Okay, once you toss me how are we getting you over?" 

"I'll jump." 

Over the twelve foot fence. "Sure, and when you break your leg falling back down?" 

"You'll magic me back together again. Humpty-dumpty this shit." 

"I don't think you actually know that rhyme."

"I know your rhymes," Jay shoots back. "You've got magic for levitation in the spellbook, yeah?" 

"I don't have the spellbook with me, wise guy." Mal points out. "I'm not even wearing my own shoes right now, what makes you think I memorized magic that'll get us over the fence?" 

Jay's eyes are too bright. She's going to have to use a spell just to hide him, and the magic will burn her out, and they'll get stuck on the wrong side of the fence, and-- that's what she would think, if she were Jane, or someone will less awesome magic powers. She's Mal of the Isle, and she's got this shit under control. 

"Dragon magic," Jay says cheerfully, like it's not late and they're not doing something totally against all of the rules they're supposed to be learning by sneaking out to the city. "I trust you, killer." 

"I could kill you," Mal grumbles, but she raises her hands and lets the magic gather there, blue-green sparks catching on her fingertips as she pulls the spell out from her mind. "Make this boy as light as air, hop the fence without a care." 

The magic falls over Jay in a net of shimmering sparks. They absorb in after a second, but the look suits him. Mal spares a thought for her sketchbook, which is tucked away in her locker with the rest of the books she hasn't had the time to touch in weeks, and the drawing her fingers are itching to make. "You can hop it now. You'll be light enough to jump over the fence with a regular leap." 

"Sweet!" Jay turns and drops to a knee. "Hop on." 

"Piggyback? Seriously?" 

"No better way to hop it together. Unless you'd rather I throw you over."

It's dangerous, and not just physically. Mal's been doing a pretty fucking good job at squashing down the feelings she's not supposed to have for her best friends, but this... 

She's emotionally illiterate, but Jay's offer to take her out tonight is like a picture book. Or one of those furniture instructions that doesn't even have language, just pictures to follow. 

He cares about you, Mal's traitorous brain whispers. More than your boyfriend does. 

Ugh. 

"Don't do anything stupid," Mal says, even as she's the one climbing on. "The spell should be good for a few leaps, but--" 

"Can't hear you, too busy blowing this place!" Jay grunts, pushing them both upright. "Let's fuckin' go--" 

"Don't--" 

"Hup!" 

Well. At least they're on the other side of the fence now, even if they crashed directly into the school holly bush on the landing. 

"Oww," Jay groans. "Might need a little more practice on that spell. I think there's something wrong with your magic assist on the landing." 

Mal yanks a leaf out of her arm. "There is no magic assist, dumbass. I tried to tell you, but somebody decided to go full steam ahead without listening to my warning. We're over now, and that's what matters." 

Jay mumbles something unintelligible. She can only assume it's rude, given the circumstances. Ugh, holly leaves are not the hot new accessory of the season, not even when they're doing a levitation act and sticking with a single thorn into her nose.

 "Speak up or shut up, jaybird." 

"I said--" It's impossible to tell in the darkness, but it looks like he might be blushing. The school grounds are supposed to have automatic lights, but a little wire cutting took care of that for them, and they're sneaking out under cover of darkness tonight. Mal's good at knowing her crew, but she can't be sure. "I, uh, you're important. To me." 

"Don't get mushy on me." 

"I'd never. Just. We're sneaking out together, and I wanted you to know, I'd never commit crimes and misdemeanors with anyone else." 

"Liar." 

Jay flashes her a smile, but he's doing the thing where he's got a hand tangled up in his hair, and it makes him look heart-wrenchingly sincere. "Yeah, but not to you." 

Oh, gods. "Don't go having feelings on me," Mal says, swallowing down the wobble that wants to creep into her voice. "I can't handle it. Not tonight, please." 

Just like that, Jay's posture melts into something different. Not quite his usual confidence, but something closer to normal. "Sure. No feelings. I can do that." 

"I don't--" Mal scrubs a hand over her eyes. "I didn't mean that you can't have feelings, just. I can't be the one to handle them tonight. I'll do whatever you want tomorrow, just-- can we just go be somewhere else tonight? I can't handle all this lovey stuff." 

Jay's shoulders melt even further. Mal can't look him in the eye, she can't, she won't-- 

He's smiling. His hand is so, so warm in hers. "Killer." 

"I'm sorry." 

He shrugs. "Whatever. You're allowed to have a bad night. I'll take you out, we can forget this ever happened tomorrow. Easy." 

"You should have someone better," Mal cries, and the horrible realization that she's crying sets in. "I don't want feelings for you!" 

"shit," Jay whispers, so quietly that Mal is sure she wasn't supposed to hear it at all. "Dragon, we don't have to do feelings like the Auradon brats. You can just be mine, and I can be yours, and we don't have to do any of the mushy shit that's freaking you out. We can just run away." 

"Together." 

"Yeah. Unless you spelled somebody else over the fence while I was distracted." 

Mal wipes the sleeve of her stolen hoodie across her nose. "Ugh, no. I don't use magic for just anybody." 

"See, there you go. I'm honored to be worthy of your magic, your royal evil-ness." 

“Fuck off,” Mal groans, and then before she can lose her nerve she steps close enough to cup his face in her hands. There’s no magic this time, but Jay’s skin is hot and soft under her palms, and it feels like there should be magic between them. “I’m the worst girlfriend in the world, so I won’t ever put you through that. I’m selfish, and I’m flaky, and I can’t say that I love you, and I can’t ever promise that I’ll be able to say it.” 

Jay’s face is a thundercloud. “Did Ben say you needed to say it back?” 

“No, but— Ben’s not here right now. That’s the point. He’s not the person I run to when everything in the world is too much for me to handle. Ben’s sweet and all, but he’s not who I want to be with when I’m upset. Can you imagine what he’d say if I suggested running away from the grounds?” 

“What ho good chap, let me summon a car to escort you from the venerable grounds of our fine institution,” Jay picks up her thread, mocking. “And yeah, I guess when you put it that way, it’s pretty silly to think about Ben taking care of you.” 

Mal sucks in a breath. “Exactly. He’s sweet, but I don’t know how to deal with sweet, and it feels like the pressure of it is killing me. You know how to push back when I’m being a monster, and I don’t know how to fit that into one of the relationship boxes I’m supposed to use here.” 

Jay tips his head into her hands. “We could make our own box.” 

“We could.” 

“I wouldn’t ask you to be my girlfriend.” 

Mal leans in. “I know,” she tells the space between Jay’s parted lips. “I know.” 

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

yay new event

a trey love request pls :

hello trey-boo <3 you know we have valentines day today right

you are in every way perfect and I cannot have anyone stealing my picture book perfect boyfriend from me eveeeer so I got you this for valentines <3 *gets out marriage contract* go on love of my life write down your name and grant me with a life supply of your baked godly goods tehehe~ <3

.... yes I lost a bet... *whispers* yes it's Ace... Sorry Sir...

I swear to Michard 😩 Trey prompts have so much potential for fun awkwardness… Love it 💕

Sweet on You.

Trey-boo?

Well, that’s a new one.

He blinked, cautiously eyeing you as you sauntered over to him, hands folded behind your back. Between you, his younger siblings, and Heartslabyul, Trey had always thought he’d get accustomed to high-octane antics—alas, here came another curveball, courtesy of his significant other.

“Yeah, I know the date.” He cocked an eyebrow. “… Is there something you want to tell me?”

You let loose a torrent of mushy praise, whipping out a piece of parchment paper and waving it in his face. Singing of his perfection and even more perfect baked goods, you urged him to sign, your eyes large and pleading.

Trey startled, setting his glasses askew. The honeyed drawl and the sprinkle of a giggle on top was, perhaps, a little too much for his brain to comprehend at once.

“Ahahah…” He readjusted his frames, a pithy laugh at his mouth as he tried to collect his thoughts. “I see that you’re taking a page out of Azul’s book. Maybe a little too much of it.

“… So, what’s this really about?”

You glanced at the ground, shyly kicking it. The confession slipped through your lips before you had even realized it—you were so honest with Trey, so comforted by his presence. It was only natural to spill your heart out to him.

He nodded understandingly. “Ah, I thought something was up. You know, you really shouldn’t let Ace bait you into these dares and bets. It always ends up badly for one of you—or worse, for both of you.”

Wise words from a wise man.

… Too bad you weren’t so wise.

You pouted, your brows turning up and your eyes starting to water. “Pwetty pwease, Twey-senpai?”

“Aw, don’t look at me like that. It’s not fair,” he sighed—though his tired tone tinged with his own brand of playfulness. “How can I say ‘no’ to that face? Sure, I’ll sign for you if that’s what makes you happy.”

It took but a moment for Trey to scrawl his name on the dotted line. You furled the paper back up and pumped your fist triumphantly. Victory tasted as sweet as one of his cupcakes--but even sweeter would be Ace's shocked expression when you rubbed it in his face later.

"Alright, alright, settle down." Trey's hand coming down upon your head and giving your hair a good ruffle. "I know I just signed my soul away to you and all, but you really don't need a contract to lock me down. You call, and I'll come running."

Your cheeks warmed at his promise. Perhaps you'd have said something just as charming and sincere, had the growl of your stomach not cut you off.

Trey laughed lightly. "Come on, I have a cake cooling in the kitchen. You can help me frost and decorate it, and then we can cut you a slice. Gotta make use of my perks and get some of those 'baked godly goods', right?"

[emerxshiu]

Elfilis for valentines :3

did on y'all but im back, hopefully i'll post for a few more days before i dissapear again

anyways have a drawing of my wife

with text

i actually wanted to draw kirfluff but my need to draw elfilis took over and my hands and back hurt like hell so i didnt draw the rest of stuff i wanted. maybe i could draw it later or tomorrow but im posting this now before i fall asleep or something and dont post.

It was also an excuse to draw the redesign of my fecto gijinka i had made a few weeks ago so, yeah it was fun.

Tho i might make some adjustments to my gijinka if i see fit. also in this drawing he has some differences from the actual gijinka, mainly, the little hearts arent like that in my gijinka and the bangs here have been tied up because i wasnt feeling like drawing them since theyre really long. also the lashes, but here i kinda tried doing their eyes differently and then colored them so i might make my lis gijinka have his eyes like this or change them, im not sure.

tho the more i look at the drawing, the more dissatisfied i become, i mean i did it yesterday around night and stuff so i didnt really think that much about it, (it took around seven hours and i finished it at like 1 am, i definitly wasnt the most concious at that time) but i feel like something is missing i dunno

maybe its the coloring, i had to remake the shading a lot of times since i didnt know how to do it, my style is really inconsistent a lot of times, going from cell shading to soft shading to mixing them both and so on so forth with a lot more of that.

i do have a sketch with some half finished lineart i did of one of the ideas i had (i was originally going to do more pieces with more characters but i didnt go trough it cuz i knew i wouldnt be able to do it in time) but im too embarassed of it to post it

and even tho i complained, i still kinda like this drawing

(small edit i did)

next post is either one about a gijinka i have almost finished of an obscure kirby character i decided to adopt into an oc or a splatoon post following the fresh season 2024 and side order trailers, (fun fact side order releases just a few days before my birth day! im eating good with nintendo just like last year (last year was wave 1 of the dlc and return to dreamland deluxe))

Now im going to take a break after posting this on my other accounts and then later fight fecto elfilis (i do this almost every month sooo) and then grind my catlogue to get it to 100 before the next season starts

Jambuhbye!

(fuck i just remembered i wanted to talk about a silly headcanon i made for lis while drawing this but i forgot and i dont want to write more ahhhh)

[im-immortal]

2023 Writing Wrap-Up

I'm a little late this time around since it's already 2024, but I haven't done a writing wrap-up since 2021 and I thought it would be fun to bring back!

So this year, I was on quite a roll for the first half of the year. And then July rolled around and I started slowing down until it came to a screeching halt. Not sure what happened. Maybe it's my ADHD and constantly shifting hyper-fixations to blame. But I gradually managed to come back around just in time to post something for Christmas, which I'm still working on finishing. However, my hiatus doesn't take away the pride I still have for what I was able to write during the year. And I look forward to writing more in 2024! So here's all I managed to finish/get a good start on and post during 2023.

A Kiss For A Drink: 6,740 words; one-shot I actually started writing this back in 2020 or 2021, intended to be posted on Valentine's Day. And then I got a point where I couldn't finish it and let it sit for about 2 years. I finally came back with some inspiration and motivation and finished it just in time to post for Valentine's Day 2023! I'm really happy with how it came out. It was a fun idea that turned into a fun fic with a few laughs included, even if it is one of my least-viewed fics lol I had fun writing it too, which is all that really matters!

Lunacy Fringe: 62,690 words; 8/8 chapters To say this fic suddenly came out of nowhere would be an understatement. I literally got inspired out of the blue while listening to an episode of the Therapy Gecko podcast and the next thing I knew, I was balls deep in a psychological thriller. I actually managed to write it in just over a month or so!! Which is really incredible for me, especially considering I didn't step away from it at all or lose inspiration before it was finished. I'm really proud of how it turned out, and I haven't really told anyone, but I am working on converting it into an original story and possibly self-publishing. It could end up being my very first original novel :) the feedback I got was far more positive than I'd expected, especially considering how I portrayed Beth. I'm overall so so happy with how it turned out!!

Longer Than A Heartbeat: 157,289 words; 29/29 chapters Now this... this fic is one of my proudest pieces by far. I'll never get over how happy I am with how it turned out, and how I was actually able to finish it. For the last few years, every time I rewatched "28 Days Later," I couldn't stop thinking about how it would make such a good Bethyl fic, and how I wanted to convert it into a Bethyl fic that included Rick and Judith. I finally did it!! Technically, I wrote it in 2022, but I didn't completely finish it and post it until 2023. When I say I write for myself... this fic really proves it, because I go back and read chapters from it all the time just because it's so fun and I love how I wrote it. I was also pleasantly surprised by the reception and how people who hadn't ever watched "28 Days Later" enjoyed it! Not to mention, @boltthrutheheart made some incredible custom manips for me that I can never get over!!

hot girl summer (playing by the rules); 167k+ words, 16/30 chapters Ah yes, here she is... the companion piece to the first 3 fics of "in for a penny, in for a pound" that I've been planning/contemplating ever since I did that first fic from Beth's POV for the series. I always wanted to show Beth's POV for all the major moments in the series, and then once I got started, I figured why not go all in and just do her POV for the entirety of the series thus far? It gives a little more insight into how she's feeling, why she does the things she does and says the things she says, and we also get to see exactly what she was doing all those times that Daryl couldn't help wondering about her (because I already knew in my head, but I thought it might be fun to share with everyone else). I also thought it would make the set-up for the next fic a little better, so we could try and understand Beth's motivations better and where she's at in her head. Of course, I got pretty into it and then hit a speed bump and then suddenly, lost all ability to write. It'll come back soon, though. I can't wait to finish this fic and move on to the next in the series, and eventually conclude Beth and Daryl's tumultuous journey in this fun little AU.

Small Miracles; 39k+ words, 6/10 chapters This is the fic that finally pushed me back into being able to write. I had no plans of writing for BHF 2023, and then I suddenly had this strike of inspiration for a very weird idea and decided to go with it and try and finish it in time to post for Christmas. I did manage to finish about 1/3rd of the fic in time, but I'm still writing it and haven't lost motivation yet, so that's a good sign! It's also just really fun and kind of cathartic to do a new exploration of Beth's journey through the eyes of an older Beth who survived Grady, with that fun little supernatural twist added to it. I can't wait to finish this one, because I've had a lot of fun writing it and really look forward to seeing what people think of her entire journey and the way it will conclude.

To everyone who's read my fics, left feedback, kudos, bookmarks, or even helped me bounce ideas off and come up with plans for fics... thank you so much! I appreciate everyone in this little fandom so, so much. Y'all mean the world to me, and I am so grateful that we have this wonderful community in our own little corner of the internet. Happy New Year to you all, and I hope 2024 brings you nothing but blessings!